The Truth...

Just a few things I've realized or been reminded of along the way...

• To truly explore, discover, and unleash your sensuality requires brutal honesty with yourself.  In order to satisfy your needs, it requires that same brutal honesty with others.
• Any good, strong relationship requires compromise and understanding.  However everyone has their limits.  Letting the ride blow past yours will only end in frustration, hurt, and pain.
• The act of dominance is a desire and ability to command, control and guide one's environment in a manner one wishes. It can only be achieved if it is a natural expression of at least some aspect of one's natural nature.  It can not be faked.
• The gift of absolute submission is a gift to a worthy dom and a gift to the submissive as well as it can only be achieved with a dom strong enough mentally, emotionally, and physically to guide the journey.
• Just as in the vanilla world, fear can hold us back - emotionally, mentally, physically.
• Real time BDSM is absolutely intimate.  Some treat it carelessly.  I do not.

~Just Kat

Limits

A good submissive knows her place, embraces her role, and serves her dominant.  A good dominant guides, pushes the submissive for the better, and encourages their best qualities.  That vulnerable submissive gives all that she can.  That firm yet protective dom embraces and cherishes that gift.

Yet everyone has their limit.  What they are capable and simply not capable of.  Safe.  Sane.  Consensual.  The foundational law of all that is BDSM.

A submissive should not give to her detriment.  I simply can not.  I give all that I am.  If more is hoped for, requested, pushed, demanded, it doesn't matter.  It is not there for me to give.

A dom should not take just because he can or believes it is his right.  A dom shouldn't push and push and push hoping to win or get his way.  To be my true dom, ultimately he must want what is best for me and be willing to see and accept that some things do not support or encourage my well being.

When I submit, I place all that I am in his hands.
When I submit, I am more vulnerable than ever.

I must be able to trust my dom on all levels - intellectually, emotionally, and physically.  The loss of any of those three will destroy the fragile ties that bind us.
~An Introspective Lioness

A Dream in the Rain

Finally...the relief of a summer storm.  Twilight.  The wind danced through the woods.  The thunder rumbled.  I toed off my sandals and felt the cool, damp grass lick my feet.

A glance behind me.  I was politely hidden and tucked away from society's chains.  I couldn't help the naughty little smile.

I lifted my face to the sky as my fingers drifted to the edge of my tank clinging to my skin.  Slowly I peeled it from my heated body and over my head.  Then I shed the restraint of my sports bra and bared myself to nature.

Raising my hands to the storm I arched my back and felt the fresh tingle of the rain kiss my full, aching breasts.  Those seductive drops teased my nipples and caressed my mounds.  I closed my eyes and gave in to it all.

I thought of you.

I wanted you there.  I wanted to feel the heat of your bare skin at my back.  I wanted to feel your large, firm hands reach around to cup and mold my begging slick tits as your warm lips nuzzled and nipped my neck.  I wanted to hear you whisper that I was fucking beautiful and that you were taking what belonged to you.  I wanted to feel your teeth mark me as yours.

As I imagined this all, my hands ran down my arms and across my shoulders.  Slowly, I lowered them to grip the heavy weight of my wet breasts.

I moaned.

I needed.

I wanted.

As I tugged at my nipples, I thought of you doing the same.  In my mind I felt one hand drift down my stomach to open my shorts.  You growled as you bured your fingers in the drenched heat between my thighs.  I leaned against your strength, pushed and kicked my shorts away, and gave you the access you demanded.  My hands reached behind me to push down your pants, and then my hands were filled with your hard, thick dick.  Yes.  Oh yes.  The feel of you burned my palms.  The stroke of your fingers to my clit and my dripping cunt stole my breath.  Your grip of my tit fed my need.  As the rain fell, our passion flared.

You turned me and sank your fingers in my hair, tugging me hard to you.  My breasts pressed tight against your chest.  Your dick pulsed hard and long against my belly.  "Look at me.  Look me in the eyes as I take you."  I trembled.  You raised your fingers to your lips, and I watched as you tasted every drop of me.

Once you finished, your hand dropped to my thigh and pulled it to your waist.  My leg wrapped around you.  I was open.  Ready.  Waiting.  "Please...."  The rain fell harder seemingly mirroring our need.  I felt you position yourself and rub your fat head against my slippery clit.  I whimpered.  You teased and then you were poised at my entrance, holding me firmly in place  So close.  Your face leaned down.  My eyes closed as I felt you lick the rain drops from my lips.  Then slowly your tongue filled my mouth for your soul searing kiss.

As you pulled back, you tugged my hair again, forcing me to open my eyes.  You rocked into me just a hair then shifted away.  Again.  "Say it."  Again you tortured me.  "Tell me."  My nails digging into your shoulders, the truth ripped from my heart, "I love you.  I'm yours."

"I'm yours."

Another growl and a grip so tight bruises blossomed, your shaft sank into my hot, slick cunt in one full, deep stroke.  I cried out in satisfaction and desire.  You took. You claimed.  Again and again you filled me.  Your teeth on my neck.  Your arm held firm across my back.  I clung to you.  Your powerful thrusts took us higher and higher.  There was nothing but you, me, and the storm above us.  The storm raging between us.

With a crash of thunder my orgasm slammed into me.  My cries echoed against the trees.  The warm gush of my cum rained over your cock and nuts setting off a last brutal drive into me as your cum flooded me and you growled in furious release.  My orgasm continued.  Wave after wave rolling through my body.  My pussy clenched and milked you, draining every drop of nut.

Breathlessly clinging to one another beneath the sweet, beautiful rain, you whispered in my ear the words I longed to hear, "I love you.  I'm yours."

"I'm yours."
~A Dreamy Kitten in the Rain

The Impossible Basics

It really shouldn't be this fucking difficult.  It shouldn't.  But it is.  And no matter how much explanation I provide it seems an impossible outline to complete.

Honesty.
Straight forward.

I'm the other, other woman.  I'm the Mistress to the Mistresses.  I get that.

Yes.  I've found a few limits, but are they really too much?  That constrictive?

Yes.  I know there's likely to be Mistresses to me as well if not already.

~sigh~ Maybe I'm foolish.  Maybe I'm an idealist with unrealistic expectations, but if the honesty and straight forward aren't in place, then everything is just bullshit any way.  Maybe it already is, and as I've been accused of - I'm really just lying to myself.
~Bitchy Lioness

I Love to Fuck

I love to fuck.
Pure and simple.

I need it dirty.
Nasty.
Raw.
Rough.

Oh yes...
And that's how he gives it to me.

I want My Man to crave me.

My soft, greedy mouth.
My dripping, squirting cunt.
My hot, tight asshole.

I love to feel his hands all over me.

Pull.
Mold.
Push.

Slap.
Choke.
Drag.

Every time we fuck I want to feel like he's leaving his mark on me.

Making me His.

His nasty bitch.
His dirty slut.
His filthy, cum-sucking whore.

When we fuck, I love it when he talks nasty.
I need it like that.

Uncontrolled.
Uncensored.

Push me.
Harder.
Farther.

I need him to take me like he wants.
His strength unleashed.
His conscious no longer bound.

I want to gag on his thick fucking meat.
My mouth full.
The scent of his dick and nuts filling the air I breathe.

My lips bruised.
My hair pulled hard to serve well.
My face slapped.

I want him to ream my pussy.
Spread my legs wide.
Completely exposed.

My hard, begging clit rubbed and tweaked.
My dripping hole forced to allow his fingers and tongue.
His dick shoved deep as he ride me hard until I squirt rivers.

I want him to push me on my hands and knees.
Shove my face to the bed.
Slap my full white cheeks until they're hot and pink.

Feel the burn as his fat head spreads me wide.
"Take it...."
"Take Daddy's dick, bitch."

Until he feeds my asshole every fucking inch of his hard shaft.
Stroking faster.
Pushing harder.

Until he pounds my asshole with every bit of strength he has.
Until my sugar coats his nuts and drips down my soft quivering thighs.
Until he shoots his nut deep in my hot, gripping ass.

I want to milk his dick of every hot sticky drop of cum.
I want to suck and fuck him until the only thing he can say is my name.
I want to please him again and again until he knows he'll never know fucking better than me.

I love to Fuck.
I love to Fuck My Man.

I am His Bitch.
I am His Slut.
I am His Whore.

I am His Queen.

And I fucking love it.

Any questions?
~A Very Feisty Nasty Kat

Weakness

I fight the ties.
I fight the vulnerability.

I'm not comfortable.
I don't feel safe.

What if's haunt me.
Reality stalks me.

I now have a weakness.
It is you.

I fight with myself.
I fight my feelings.

Old habits.
So hard to break.

Trying to protect myself.
Trying to avoid any pain.

Be strong.
Always be strong.

But now I have a weakness.
You.

I've let you in so close.
Too close.

I've let you see so much.
Too much.

A fool?
Reckless?

No matter.
It is done.

I've left myself vulnerable.
To you.
~A Restless Kat

I thought love was suppose to make you stronger.  Why can't I feel it's strength?  Why does it scare the fucking shit out of me so?  Is it the situation?  Is it the fact that there are no practicalities - no tangibles.  Is it the realities that I find so difficult to swallow at times?  I can feel myself reaching to start covering my soft spots and wanting to start pushing back...I see it.  I'm trying to let those habits go.  I promised.  But they scream at me to protect and hide.  *sigh*  I thought love was suppose to give strength.  Silly me.

Something to You

I no longer know what tomorrow may bring.
I simply do my best to weather the storms that blow my way.

I closed my eyes.
I let go.
I gave everything I had to give.

I have no regrets.
I took my chance.
I laid bare my soul.

I no longer know what tomorrow will bring.
I have no influence over the direction the wind blows.

Love may only last a year.
A month.
A week.
A moment.

But when I love,
I will give all I have.

A foolish whore.
A passionate woman.
A cynical romantic.
A silly girl.

I may be all of those.
But at least I tried my best.

I no longer know what tomorrow may bring.
I can not affect the tides of others' threatening seas.

Decisions are no longer mine.
The impacts I can not cushion.

I can only sit by and watch.
I can only hold my breath and wait.

The cost may be too much.
The price too high to pay.

But hopefully...
At least for a moment...
Maybe...

You will find,
My love is worth something.

Something to you.
~A Very Quiet Kitten

In That Moment

He pushed me off the edge.
And I flew.
Higher than I ever have.

I flew to his command.

Spiraling through the night.
Guided by his hand.
Led by his voice.

I was as fragile as a petal.
I was as strong as steel.

I was nothing.
I was everything.

I was His.

He claimed me as I have never been claimed.
He left me breathless.
He left me stunned.

His sternest demands.
His gentlest touch.

I was undone.
I was lost.

He lifted me up so high I couldn't think.
He brought me back to the safety of his arms.

And I broke.
I shattered.
Into a thousand pieces.

And he refused to let go.

In that moment.

When he held onto me so tightly.
When his heat surrounded me.
As my tears fell, and my breath caught.

I clung to him.

Every lash.
Every touch.
Every word.
Every stroke.
Every caress.

Led to this moment.

My absolute submission.
His total acceptance of all I would give.

In that moment...

He became My Daddy.
He was My Master.
~Katherine

My Fall Down the Rabbit Hole

The thud and bite of the flogger.
I let go go.
And gave myself to him.

My cunt dripped.
I came.
Again and again.

The strikes of those pliant vicious ends.
Pushing me past who I am,
To who I could be.

He commanded.
His voice stern and uncompromising.
A reflection of his hands.

Yes, Sire.
Thank you, Sire.
More please, Sire.

The blazing sting of the paddle.
The tears that filled my eyes.
The tender skin of my ass in flames.

I gasped.
I cried.
I accepted.

And when Sire caressed my heated ass.

I shattered for his touch.
Desperate.
I fucking begged for it.

I needed that soft, comforting touch in a way I'd never dreamed.
Those brief, tender whispers were my lifeline.
My sanity.

Then it began again.
And I've crossed a line, I can never return from.

Yes, Sire...Alice down the rabbit hole.
~A Kat Helpless as a Kitten

To Give It All

He was right.
This was a stupid move.

I'm so much more fucked now than I was.

I'm giving everything.
Knowing I'll return to nothing in days.

I opened the door to the fucking deepest, most intimate and vulnerable pieces of me.

No pride.
No glory.
No strength.

No more denial.
To him.
To myself.

Only the weak, hopeless truth of me.
Of wanting things I'll never find.
Never have.

Of letting myself feel for a moment.
The crushing, breathless need to be loved and cared for as I deserve.

To admit to all I've every wanted.
And never fucking had.

To be loved, protected, and cherished as I've always hoped.
To be wanted for all that I am.
To be appreciated for all that I can give.

The foolish notion I hide from myself.
That maybe I could have and feel something absolute, tangible, and real.

No caveats.
No boundaries.
No limitations.

To let go and feel with all my passion.
To live and love without hesitation.

Part of me wishes I'd never said those words.
Not opened that fucking door that I kept locked so tight.

After all...it will return to nothing in days.

Brief calls.
Whispered fantasies.

Frustrated waiting.
As he's touched, when I can't give.

It's harder to be strong when you've faced your greatest weakness.
It's harder to survive when you remember how much the need aches.

But maybe the only way to ever find what I want.
Is to admit what I truly want.
Even if I never find it.
~A Very Skittish Kat