A Reply - Drama Warning

I've tried to be respectful.  I've tried to give room.  I've tried to be reasonable.  But it seems no one else wants to color within the lines or handle their business.  Instead they wanna be ghetto.  And well...I'm done being silent and polite.

So mija...don't you have something better to do than to poke at me?  Like maybe take care of your kids or husband or coordinate that oh so lovely little fundraising benefit or hey go play with your girlfriend?  The second you think my back is turned you toss in your little comments.  Feel better?  Doesn't keep your house from being full of drama.  Doesn't make your life any better?  Don't you have more fuckin important things to focus on?  Just sayin...

How good your Daddy is?  Well he ain't that good if you can't seem to be respectful of what he tells me that he describes to you as his "primary" relationship.  All he's got is a spoiled brat causing him drama.  What?  Tired of standing in line behind his wife and me?  "No one can replace your position in my life, Katherine.  No one.  No one even comes close.  "  So I wonder how far you're planning on carrying it?  Will I be the only one?  Or am I just the first in his set of dominos you want to fall down?  What's your agenda?  Looking for back up?

So let's just clear the air.  He says he doesn't fuck your fat ass.  Do I believe him?  Considering I KNOW he's said the same thing about me to folks, well...  lol  Oh and "find that offensive to what we consider a good d/lg relationship"?  Huh.  Well his dick sure does get nice and fucking hard for me when I tease him with all that "offensive" shit.  He tells me how much he wants his little girl to be a good lil nasty slut and suck Daddy's dick like a big juicy popsicle. But maybe you haven't been paying attention to my blog.  What?  Think I just make that all up outta thin air?

And Daddy, Papi, Sire...I'd apologize, but I wouldn't mean it at ALL.  And considering you don't ever want to get pissed or defend and protect me, well...I thought it was time to take a swing of my own.  I don't like drama.  But I'll only stand in the corner for so long and watch the games and bullshit.  I don't ask for much, but what I do ask for I fucking deserve without question.

With that, I'll leave you two to your hot fucking soap opera mess that I didn't sign up for.

Sincerely,
Katherine
Domina
Thais
Kitten
Baby
Daddy's Good Little Girl Being Very, Very Naughty

Secrets

Every where I turn.

What I know.
What I don't know.

What you know.
What you don't.

What they suspect.
What they don't.

Secrets.

Hidden truths.
Blatant lies.

Accepted denial.
Kind distractions.

Secrets.

Sealed lips.
Practical acceptance.
Teller of no tales.

Suspects.
But no proof.

Victims.
Of the unknown.

Secrets.

Lie to ourselves.
The weight that rips at our core.

Games that continue.
The internal burden that suffocates.

Secrets.

Once born.
They never disappear.

They exist for always.
They refuse to fade.

Haunting.
Stalking.

Secrets.

Now...
Whisper in my ear and tell me some of your...

Secrets.
~A Silent Little Kat

Not a Trick Monkey

Sorry...no porn for the horny today.  Maybe tomorrow.  Today you'll have to find someone else to jerk your needy dick or stroke your begging clit to.  

I've chosen an extremely fine line in my journey through the dark.  Well...maybe chosen isn't quite the right word as my disposition doesn't allow me to take any other road.  Oh I've stumbled through the hazards of a couple shortcuts here and there, but I dust myself off and jump right back onto my little tightrope.  The balancing act exhausts and frustrates me at times.  However, no matter what I do, the long road always seems to be the one to suit me best.

Enough of the analogy...

I'm not a trick monkey.  You can't simply take me out whenever you want to play with me and expect me to perform when you snap your fingers.  Really.  That's not me.  For the most part, I'm easy going.  I can go with the flow of things. For the most part, I can work within limitations and boundaries.  I have my own.  For the most part, I have no use for grand tokens or efforts in the dance of seduction.  I prefer to keep things simple, yet meaningful.

But all that doesn't mean you should expect me to jump up and do your favorite little trick whenever you decide you have time or are in the mood for me.

See...there are plenty of slaves out there in the magical world of BDSM.  There are plenty of dommes, switches, subs dying for the chance to act out or be a part of whatever random fantasy playing in your head.  There are plenty of vanilla women out there simply waiting to be fucked, chatted up, paid attention to, or for the chance to pretend.

I'm not any of those.  Go find one the next time your in the mood for a monkey.

A relationship with me comes with a cost.  Respect.  Consideration.  Decency.  The threads that make up my tightrope.  Whether as a domme, a switch, a sub, a lover, a partner, or simply a friend...those three things apply in some way, shape or form without question.

Anything less...I'm simply taking shortcuts down less than rewarding paths that aren't for me.  It would be better for both of us if you simply took someone with lower expectations to use on your journey.

Just don't expect them to be me. lol
~Kat

Don't Let Me Think

I won't lie.  I need to be face down, ass up.  I need my wrists bound and stretched to the headboard.  I need each ankle tied to the corner of the bed so my greedy cunt is exposed to the air, your eyes, and any other fucking thing you want to feed my dripping hole.

Punishment?  Fuck that.  Just give me what I want and indulge in everything you've been craving.  I'm naughty as hell...make up whatever punishment, excuse, reason you need to play this game.  The fact is...I fucking love it when you take control and do whatever the fuck you want to me.  And you love it too.  The power.  The control.  The challenge.  The wickedness.

I WANT to hear you unbuckle your belt and the muffled zip as you pull it from those tidy, pressed loops.  I WANT to feel that whatever-fucking-designer-name-over-priced leather snap across my fat, white ass.  I want it rubbed against my juicy pussy, so when you hang it up nice and proper in your closet, it carries the faint scent of your whore.  When you wear it again, your dick will get heavy remembering how you gave it to me and want to give it to me again.  I love feeling you behind me indulging in the dark driving need you've found buried deep in you to deliver that sweet, seductive bit of pain to your willing, dirty bitch.  Give it to me.  Just give it to me, you bastard.  Let me hear the snap of that belt as it kisses my tender flesh.  Again.  Again.  Don't let me think.  Make me fucking feel.

I WANT to feel you shove your fingers inside my hot, wet, squirting cunt.  I WANT to hear the words you long to say...your whore, your slut, your bitch, your nasty cunt.  I'm still fighting my inevitable submission.  Push me.  Bury your fingers in my heat and make me cum again and again.  Take it like you want without hesitation.  Rough.  Let my waterfall slick up your fingers, your palm, your wrist and forearm, as you listen to me cry out again and again in release.  Coat my ass in that sugar, covering the burning pink welts on my ass.

I WANT your hands on me.  I want to feel the heat of your palm on my ass and thighs.  Make me grunt.  Moan.  Another slap.  Another smack.  Another blessed spanking.  Make me say it...My Dom.  My Sire.  My Daddy.  Make me give in to you.  Spank your whore, your slut, your little girl.  I am whatever you need.  Just take me to the beautiful sharp edge of darkness and let me fly.  Do you like the feel of your burning palm?  Do you like how my ass gets all rosy?  Do you like how I back into your petting like a kitten in desperate need of stroking? Do you like how I instinctually pull back from the pain then lift my ass high again for another?  Do it.  Another.  Another.  Don't let me fucking think.  Make me dizzy with the rush, the endorphines, the adrenaline.

Does it make your dick fucking throb to control me? To feed me the punishments I so crave?  To watch me cum over and over as that belt or your hand fall on me?  Does it excite you to have such a willing fucking whore?

As I'm breathless and bound, I WANT to hear your zipper slide down.  I WANT to feel your fucking thick, hard meat sink hard and rough in my soft, wet, so-desperate-to-be-filled cunt.  Grab my hair and fuck me like you need.  Pull out and hold it just inside me and feel me squirt my hot juice all over your dick and nuts.  Take me as you've never taken another woman.  Feed the bone-deep need you have for a hard, dirty fuck session.  Hit it deep and hard.  Don't.  Let.  Me.  Think.  Let me drown in the feel of you pounding me mercilessly.  Do you feel my cervix rub again your sensitive head?  You you like watching my cunt spasm when you pull completely out so you can watch your black dick disappear in my glistening, pink hole?  Pull my pussy lips back so you can see my womb suck at your rod as you stroke me.  TAKE ME.

I WANT your cum.  I WANT to feel that hot, sticky cream fill me.  Give.  It.  To.  Your.  Whore.  Groan out MY fucking name as you pour it into my cock-milking hole.  Admit that this and me are what truly fucking satisfy you and your lust.  Admit that you're as desperate for our dark dance as I am.  Make me take all that nut.  It's fucking mine.  I've earned it.

Haven't I?
~A Roaring, Frustrated Kat

What If...

What if you were tied to the bed?
Your arms stretched wide.
A pillow under your ass and head.
Your legs spread wide.

Would it turn you on?
What your dick be hard?

What if you were blindfolded?
As my nails traced your nipples.
As I lightly scratched them down your chest and stomach.
As I dragged them up your thigh and across your nuts.

Would it turn you on then?
Would you gasp just a little?

What if I got out my sweet little crop?
That first little sting to your thigh.
The taps to your thick rod.
The taunting caress to your tight balls.

Would you be nervous?
Or would you begin your submission?

What if I straddled your face?
The musky, sweet smell of my pussy.
The first taste as I demanded your tongue.
My hard clit between your lips as you sucked.

Would you lick your lips?
Would "Thank you, Domina" echo softly in the room?

What if I straddled your belly and masturbated?
The sound of my wet cunt being stroked.
My moans.  My climax.
The hot, splash of my cum across your stomach, your dick, and your nuts.

Would you be dying to watch?
Would your dick be throbbing to be fucked?

What if I smeared my juice all over your body?
My hands finally touching you.
My scent soaking into your skin.
Your skin glistening of me.

Would you whimper?
Would you begin to get lost in your need for me?

What if you felt me between your thighs?
My hands spreading your ass cheeks.
My finger lightly teasing your crack.
My tongue driving inside your hot tight hole.

Would my name be a plea repeated on your lips?
Would you groan and gasp as my tongue filled you?

What if I took a firm grip of your fat hard dick?
My firm strokes amping your pleasure.
A smart slap to your cock for taking so long to let yourself go.
My fingers tugging at your balls.

Would you be close yet?
Would you really want it all to end then?

What if my mouth shifted to your balls and cock?
My hot, wet sucking.
A wet, nasty blow job.
My teeth dragging across your sacs.

Would you be begging to cum?
What you know yet what I would demand?

What if I climbed on top of you and slipped only your head in my dripping cunt?
Only tiny little strokes to tease you.
My entrance pulsing over you.
My juice running down your shaft.

Would you say the words so I could reward you?
Would you admit that I own you mind, body, and soul so you could feel me fuck you?

What if I sank hard down on your dick once you gave in to your fate?
Your dick finally encased in my hot, wet flesh.
A pinch to your nipples.  A slap to your face.  A firm grip around your throat.
The rhythm frantic as I rode your thick meat.

Would you finally lose yourself completely to me and beg to cum?
Would your hot, thick nut explode in my pussy as I squirted all over your dick and nuts?

What if I released you from your bonds and wrapped you tight in my arms?

Would you cling to me as I clung to you?
Would you find peace and bliss in all that we are?

What if you let me take you there?

Would you give into your emotions?
Would you let yourself feel loved?

What if...
~A Curious Lioness

Maybe It's Because

Yes, there are moments when I question my sanity.  When I ask myself "why are you like this?"  When I wonder if this is healthy for me in any way, shape, or form.  I don't always know where my needs come from or why my needs are so rooted in the core of me.  I have some insights, but no firm answers.  Nothing definitive.  Nothing that resolves for me the question of whether or not I have a full set of marbles.

Maybe it's because I learned so early on that there would likely always be others.

Maybe it's because for so long I numbly existed in a fantasy that I now refuse to do anything but live and breathe reality.

Maybe it's because for the ones that mattered most, I was and am never enough no matter how hard I've tried.

Maybe it's because I've gotten so removed from the vibrant emotions that are normal for everyone else that I need more than normal to feel anything.

Maybe it's because one by one the roles that defined me have been stripped or discarded leaving me with no mask to hide behind or bury myself in.

Maybe it's because I've given up denying who I am and what I need.

Maybe it's because I've never had the opportunity to let go and explore the possibilities.

Maybe it's because it's simply in my genetic makeup to be sexual, sensual, and a freak.

Maybe it's because I find such joy, freedom, and value in the passion and release of someone I'm tied to emotionally.

Maybe it's because I realized long ago that I can never satisfy anyone completely.

Maybe it's because it just feels so damn good I can't resist.

Maybe it's because it's one of the rare times I feel alive with every cell of my being.

Maybe it's because I've learned that so much in life sucks that I should run with the passion and excitement when I find it since it may not be there tomorrow.

Maybe it's simply who I am.

And maybe I never fucking had a full set of marbles to begin with.  ~shrug~

Why do you do it?
~A Reflective Kat

Shared Hunger

Finally he was home.  I was so impatient.  I needed to know.  To hear.  I heard him drop off his things and mumble "where is she?" He walked into the living room and paused.  "Hmmm...what are you up to Kitten?"  My answer was simply the desperate whisper of his name.  I was sprawled across the couch on my back.  My head tipped over the armrest.  My flushed breasts bare.  The shirt and bra I had been wearing earlier rumpled on the floor.  My skirt bunched around my waist.  My legs spread.  One foot on the floor.  One leg over the back of the couch.  And between my thighs, my fingers slid through my wet open folds.

I was hungry.

He walked over and sat facing my spread thighs at the end of the couch.  A perfect view.  Less than an arms length away.  My knee grazed his calf.  My ankle but a kiss away.  I could feel his heat.

"And what have you been busy doing, baby."  I could hear both the bit of amusement and the early stages of desire in his voice.  He rested his warm hand on my knee then crept it up high inside of my thigh where the dampness from my earlier orgasm still lingered.  He let his thumb tease and caress me, working that sweet juice into my skin.

I replied in a hoarse, whisper, "I was waiting for you.  I kept imagining it all.  Tell me, baby.  Please tell me.  Don't make me wait any longer."  My index finger snaked over my throbbing, pouty clit.  That little nub hard and red, begging for more attention.  I dipped two fingers in my dripping hole and dragged my slickness across my clit to satisfy my needs.  It didn't help.  It only amped me up.

His hand crept higher until it was his thumb on my clit.  I groaned.  Our intertwined fingers played with my exposed pussy.  His lips kissed my ankle.  "What do you want me to tell you, Kitten?"  He nipped at my calf.  "Do you want to know if my silly, little pet wrapped her lips around my dick and sucked me off."

With the last syllable, he eased his index finger into my begging hole.  In and out.  Slow and easy.  He teased.  "Yes, tell me please," I cried in response to the imaginary scene in my head and the scene I was very much in the middle of experiencing. 

"You do love it when I cum, don't you?"  In and out.  In and out.

"Yes."  A gasp for breath.  "I love when you cum, Daddy."

"Play with your tits.  This is mine to play with."  His lips had continued their journey up the length of my calf and past my bent knee.  His tongue licked at the wetness coating my thigh.

He started to tease me with their warm up g-rated banter as his finger pumped my lightly.  With my groan of frustration and my tearing eyes, he realized the depth of my need.  "Sire," I begged.  "Please."

"Look at me," he demanded.

When I met his eyes, three fingers sank into me firmly.  "She wasn't you.  No one could be you.  She's couldn't be My sweet, greedy, nasty whore."  Eyes wide, I gasped at he finally granted me the touch I so craved.  "She unzipped my pants and nuzzled my dick with her face.  I liked it.  But I had to close my eyes and imagine it was you for a moment.  She started sucking my dick and licking at my head with her tongue."  He paused and rolled his hand so that his curled against my g-spot.  He shifted his body closer and wrapped his other hand against my throat.  His fingers began to beat inside me.  I gasped.  "Is this what you wanted to hear?"  The beat intensified.  I was so close.  "How I pulled off her shirt and tugged at her nipples?"  Harder.  Faster  "How she wrapped my dick between her breasts and fucked me with them?"  My hips frantically moved in synch with his rhythm.  "How I grabbed her by her hair and choked her with my dick again and again until I fucking came down her throat."  My mind exploded, I wailed his name, and my spasming cunt poured a river over his hand.  

The waves of my orgasm continued to crash over me as he milked me.  "There's my girl.  Cum for Sire, bitch.  Take it.  God, your fucking beautiful."  His released my throat and tugged at my nipples.  He slowed the beating inside me and let the intensity of my orgasm fade slightly.  His fingers pulled out of me to spread my thick full lips wide. 

"Now I want what's fucking mine," he growled as he lowered his head to my sugar-glazed lips.  Unprepared, I cried out harshly.  I could feel his tongue lap at my lips and tease my still quivering hole.  He worried my clit with his teeth then latched on to suck viciously.  I thrust my hips into his x-rated kiss.  His arms circled my thighs and held me firmly to him.  I began to pant as I watched him devour me.

When he lifted, he looked up at me with hunger in his eyes.  "You are always what I fucking crave.  No matter what.  This is mine."  He returned to dive his tongue deeply inside me.  Licking my wetness away as fast as it came.  As he released my thigh, his face dipped lower and he dragged his fat tongue from the base of my cunt to my clit.  I was on the verge of another powerful orgasm.  He lapped at me as I heard his zipper.

"I always come back to you and us.  Don't I?  No one comes close to giving me what you do.  And I want it fucking now."

He rose up and buried his fat throbbing dick inside my hot, wet heat.  "Take it, bitch.  Take Daddy's dick."  His lips closed over mine for a brutal kiss.  I tasted myself like a drug I couldn't resist.  His hips worked me furiously, drive his cock to fuck me without mercy.

As our kiss broke, I sucked and licked my juice from his cheeks and chin.  "Yes, baby.  Take your whore.  Give it to me," I pleaded.  "Fuck me Sire.  Fuck. Your. Whore."

He growled.  It sent me over the edge, and my juice rained over his pistoning dick.   "Yes, cum for me bitch."

"Now take."  

"This." 

"Nut."

He shoved himself inside me one last time, and his hot cream flooded into me.  I cried out and came again grounding my hips against his.

Out of breath.
Our hearts racing.
Exhausted.

He leaned his forehead against mine.

I whispered, "Welcome home, baby."

~A Dirty, Naughty Lil Kat