Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Proof of Submission

Kneeling with my thighs spread, my arms stretched taunt above me.  My wrists securely cuffed and chained.  There was no escape.  I wanted none.  I waited.  Back arched, my fat, slutish tits jutted out in need.  My nipples hard, dark pebbles as I watched him lazily stroke his rock hard dick.  I licked my lips.  My mouth watered for the taste of him.  But he claimed I was too impatient and needed to learn to wait.  He darkly chuckled, as I helplessly bit my lips.  "You're hungry aren't you my greedy bitch?"

I lifted my eyes to his and refused to deny the truth, "Famished," I boldly replied.

He moved quietly behind me where I couldn't see.  He must have leaned down because his voice whispered so softly in my ear, "You haven't earned it yet."  I felt the slightest kiss on the back of my neck.  I shivered.  "But you will," he promised.  His sharp, bare-handed slap to my ass left me gasping and little doubt that my fate was to be punishing.

My hands clutched the cool metal tethering my submission as his first bite of pain shot flames through my body.  I thought he'd draw out my wait.  I thought he tease me.  I was mistaken.  Before I'd drawn another breath, his flogger again licked across my skin.  Gritting my teeth, I swallowed my groan.  Another.  I could feel the rush of blood pumping to the surface of my ass in response.  Another and another.  I held steady, unwilling to run from his attentions.  Though I could feel my ass cheeks shake with the impact of each blow.  His hand paused to caress my flushed skin.  I whimpered from his tender touch.  The contrast always shattered my concentration and my will.  "Arch your back, my nasty whore.  Give me that sweet fucking ass."  I bowed myself even further, hoping for his approval.  "Good, now I can see that dripping cunt of yours," he growled.  From behind, his hand slipped between my legs.  The lightest touch.  The barest brush.  I tried in vain to grind my pussy into his hand.  Such a foolish bitch I was, bound so tightly in place.  He laughed openly at my helplessness.  He teased me relentlessly, "Do you want more?  Do you want your holes filled, slut?"

"Yes, Sir.  Please...I want to be filled." I whispered.

"You haven't earned it yet, my sweet whore.  Now count."

Rapidly he swung the flogger.  "One. Two."  I grunted with each fiery kiss.  He pushed me higher and higher.  Each downstroke slamming against my quaking ass.  "Three.  Four."  I no longer stifled my cries.  They blended seamlessly with my count.  "Five.  Six."  Harder.  And harder.  "Seven.  Eight."  My tears began to fall.  The heat of pain closed around me.  Sheer fire. "Nine!" I shouted.  I knew I would be bruised.  "Ten!"  So close.  I was panting.  When he flicked that wicked beast between my thighs landing directly on my helpless, greedy cunt, I shattered.  Hanging only from my wrists, I poured my orgasm to the tiled floor in a gush of streaming cum, grinding myself to the air.  My burning flesh splattered with my hot juice.  "Fuck...please..." I begged to be filled.  Another blow to my cunt sent a second crushing wave over me.  With my scream another surge ripped through me, and the puddle between my knees grew.  I didn't give a fuck.  I no longer had a shred of pride.  It was all at his feet.

The haze of submission surrounded me.  After a few moments, he smacked my face to bring me back just enough before his unceremoniously stuffed his rock hard dick into my mouth.  "You stopped counting, bitch."  Further and further he shoved into my hot, wet hole.  My lips dragging across his shaft.  My tongue rubbing frantically against his sensitive skin.  My throat closing around his head as I gagged and choked.  "Fuck, yes.  I love your mouth."  Another push and my nose was pressed tightly against his groin.  His pubic hair teased my nostrils and my lips.  I couldn't breathe as he held my head firmly over his dick.  Saliva fell from my lips and trailed down his nuts.  I began to struggle.  He laughed, then pulled my hair roughly to drag me off of his cock.  Gasping and drooling he beat my cheeks with his meat.  "Do you want more, bitch?" he quietly asked.

"Yes...Sir." I replied brokenly.  "I want...more."

"Then suck me off, my dirty whore."

The viens on his dick pulsed with need.  I eagerly latched onto his head with my swollen, bruised lips and shoved myself down his rod.  I gave him slow, thorough, sloppy wet, deep fucks.  On each stroke I lashed his dick with my tongue.  I pushed myself as deep as I could, swallowing and tightening over that throbbing head.  I was so fucking greedy for his nut, I thought of nothing else.  I pulled back completely and slurped at my spit coating him.  The sounds nasty and wet filled the room.  "Fuck, yes. Work that dick, baby.  Work it."  He stood so proud before me.  My everything.  He watched my desperate need to please him.  "Look at me."  As I again swallowed him whole, my eyes met his as tears fell from my eyes.  I saw the flare in his eyes.  "Yes, bitch!  Yes!"  I shook my head roughly beating him with my cheeks, and then I suckled from him in absolute submission.  I begged with my eyes.  Please...please...let me....He thrust his hand in my hair again and pulled me up and down his dick as he fucked my mouth.  His deep groan and brutal hold told me fire was licking through his tight balls and through his dick.  He pressed against the back of my throat as the first drops of his cream erupted from his head. He slowly pulled back as his nut filled my mouth.  I gulped it down to take more.  Slow, easy thrusts now as I milked him.  I sucked hard and nasty dragging his cum from that tiny hole and into my mouth.  I heard his sigh.  His hand gentled and pet my hair from my face as I continued to clean him.  "You're such a good whore, baby.  My whore."  I whimpered at his sweet touch.  "Mine."

I had no thoughts.  All that remained of me was his whore.  My ass, my thighs, and my cunt burned with his seductive brand.  I existed only to smell, taste, hear, see, and touch him.  He was my center.  He was My Dom.  The red welts, the pool of desire between my knees, and my tear-, cum-stained face were absolutely proof of my submission to him.

He cupped my chin and leaned over to my ear.  With a kiss and a lick, he whispered so kindly,  "Now for those fat tits.  Count, my bitch.  Count."
~DominaKat

Friday, February 24, 2012

Devils & Demons

Sometimes music does a better job than my words.

Damned if I do.  I'm damned if I don't...
Looking for heaven for the devil in me...

I Am...

I am a dying man's regret.
I am an aggravator's threat.

I am a rare man's dream.
I am an insecure man's nightmare.

I am a lost chance.
I am a survivor.

I am a strong man's right hand.
I am an intelligent man's puzzle.

I am a wish that walks by.
I am an unattainable wet dream.

I am a possibility.
I am a frustration.

And sometimes...

All I am.
Is just a memory.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Afternoon Whore - Part II

Part I if you missed it...

I arched my spine and let my head fall back.  I was in heaven.  I ground my hips into him, making sure I had every bit of his dick.  "Give me your fucking tits too," he commanded as his hands pushed up my shirt and bra until I pulled both over my head and falling to the floor.  He molded my heavy breasts.  His fingertips bruising my pale flesh.  His lips enclosed one greedy nipple.  The other he worried relentlessly.

I moaned.  I demanded,"Suck from me.  Fuck yes."  My nails raked down his chest to find the hem of his shirt.  I needed his hot skin beneath my palms.  With his tongue lashings my nipples and teasing my nipple rings, I simply basked in his touch and the fullness of his buried cock.  "Harder," I challenged.  "I won't fucking break."  A stinging handed slapped against my ripe tit.  The pain was heady.  Another and another.  My breasts flushed pink from his hands.  With heavy lids I gazed down.   "More..." I taunted.  Oh yes...I was pushing My Alpha just as he was pushing his.  I could see the barely leashed animal he kept hidden pacing his prey.  And I gloried in being his fucking prey.

I dragged his shirt from his torso.  "Give me what I want," I demanded.  As my palms ran over his taunt chest, I clenched my pussy muscles repetitively around him.  Gripping, soft, wet, heat massaged him.  A low growl rumbled as he leaned back and let me tease him.  He gripped my hips again, still unready to let me have my way.

"Yes, my nasty whore. Work it," he hissed.  "You're so fucking wet, you're dripping down my nuts."

His words only amped up my raging desire.  My impatience grew almost painful.  I needed to feel his dick pounding my womb.   I raked my nails down his chest and abs.  I leaned down to nip at his neck, his shoulders.  The taste of him exploded in my mouth.  I felt his hand drag up my spine.  He grasp the back of my neck and held me helpless to him.  "Who's whore are you, bitch?" he demanded.  My nails tugged at his nipples in defiance.  He sucked in a breath, and I knew my touch had raced straight to his groin.  He repaid me swiftly and sank his teeth into my neck sending electric flames through me.  I whimpered.  I panted.  I wasn't ready to give in yet.  We were both teetering on that sweet fucking edge, so close to uncaging our beasts to run free and untamed through our wild, heady, dark passion that would consume us.

The hand on my hip shift.  His arm stretched.  "Fuck," I whispered as he so teasingly traced between my ass cheeks.  I couldn't move.  I didn't want to.  His fingers spread my cheeks.  I held my breath.  Softly he promised in my ear, "I'm going to fuck your ass this afternoon nice and deep while you beg for it."  A fingertip pushed firmly into my dark, grasping hole.  I bit back a cry.  My hot, tight rim squeezed and sucked at the intrusion teasing my ass.  He lifted his grip from my neck and grabbed my hair with a shake.  "Now.  Who fucking owns you, whore?" He harshly asked one last time while he pushed the rest of his finger down my steaming asshole.

I groaned hard and deep.  I let my beast out her cage to run.  "You fucking own me, you bastard."  I ground my hips and rock against his hard pole inside my cunt and his finger piercing my ass.  "You.  Fucking.  Own.  This."

To be continued...
~DominaKat

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Somedays...

Somedays I dip my foot in the pool of kink and come away with a bad, bad taste in my mouth that takes days to dissolve.  I try, try, TRY to be respectful of other's kink and accept that there are matching partners out there.  But some things simply wound my soul and leave me questioning whether mankind has any hope at all.

I can't stomach the N-word.  In any way, shape, or form.  It is the antithesis of who I am at my core and the love I have for those so close to me.

By that same token, I am more than a white pussy.

~sigh~ Maybe I'm just a fool to hope that there's more to the land of kink than just cold, heartless sex with anyone that's willing to say yes.  lol  Oh wait...that is all I've really seen.

Back in my box I go...
~Kat

His Afternoon Whore - Part I

I needed.  Him.  Oh fuck yes.  The look in his eyes told me I wasn't alone.  I walked to him.  Stood for him as his gaze traced my lush curves.  Slowly I inched my tight skirt higher and higher, revealing my soft thighs, baring my damp cunt, exposing my fat ass.  Fabric bunched around my waist I spread my feet, so he could see his effect on me.  My hand slipped between my thighs, and my fingers slid through my heated folds.  As he watched me touch myself, his hands slid to his lap and freed his fat, throbbing dick.

I raised my hand to my lips.  His heavy glaze took in the slow suck of my mouth as I tasted my slick desire.  His hand stroked his head, shaft, and balls.  Both hands between my thighs, I gave him a show.  One hand spreading my folds and exposing my clit.  The other dragging through my slit, alternating between fingering my hole and rubbing that hard greedy nub.  When I lifted my hand again to my mouth, he grasped my wrist and brought my juice soaked fingers to his soft full lips.  As his hot tongue caressed and licked my sugar, heat flooded my gut and shot fire to my nipples and pussy.  I met his eyes.  He knew my need.  He released my fingers and his grip on my wrist tightened as he pulled me towards him and in unspoken agreement we both understood play time was over.

With my hands braced against the heat of his chest, I straddled his chair.  He gripped the base of his angry cock.  Then with his other hand tight on my waist, he guided me to him.  As his head finally nudged open my folds and sank just inside my flooding hole, he halted my descent.

"Who are you, bitch?" he growled.

"Your sweet fucking whore," I growled back defiantly.  I was in no mood to be humble, and he knew it.  He was in no mood for helpless submission.  We both needed the fight, the struggle, the battle.  Two alphas of the edge of a violent, passionate mating.  The predatory dance we were about to begin would not be filled with lovely murmuring and gentle cooing.  It would be raw.  An animalistic release of our most primitive desires.

"And what the fuck does my whore want?" he demanded.

"Your fucking dick so deep in me I scream." I dared him.

A flash of desire roared in his eyes.  "I should make you beg, bitch."

"Fuck you.  Quit making us wait you bastard."

The quick, firm slap to my face, only incited my passion.  "Mouthy whore," he pronounced.

I smiled wickedly, "If you wanted soft and sweet you would have gone to someone else today."

He returned his hand to his dick and shook it against my opening.  I groaned.  "You're so greedy for my dick, you're dripping."

I flexed my fingers, letting my nails dig just slightly.  I bent my head besides his and licked the shell of his ear.  My teeth nipped his lobe before I whispered, "Then let me fuck you like you need with my dripping cunt."

With a growl, both hands immediately gripped my waist and he drove my hot, wet sheath down his full, aching length.  I cried out from the force and satisfaction of his girth and length.  "Take it all then, bitch," he demanded.  Deeper and deeper his dick bore into my soft, wet flesh.  My pussy closed tight around him in a heated grip.  His head grazed my cervix and pushed deep against my wall.  My clit plastered against the friction of his springy, course hair.  His base stretched taunt my opening.  Finally.  Finally, I was fucking full of what I craved most.

Him.
~DominaKat

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Sex Map: My Journey



Find out where I've journeyed
on the Map of Human Sexuality!
Or get your own here!
Found this fun little time waster a couple of weeks ago, and thought I'd share. Apparently, I don't have much desire to travel through most of the Land of Kinkdom. lol  I'm okay with that.  There's plenty I have yet to explore to the fullest.  Besides anyone into every possibility may have some serious challenges finding enough playmates to fulfill their needs!
~Kat

Friday, February 3, 2012

Sweep the Dust Away

I suppose I shouldn't have expected any different.  After all, it was all so easy to jeopardize in the first place, why would any bits remain?  All erased with the click of a mouse.  I had already done the same physically.  How could I not, once I realized that it had never meant anything to him?  How could I treasure even a splinter of momentos when all I had been led to believe turned out to be just another petty game on the long, long list.  I suppose that was his slap back.  I've been conveniently erased.

Respecting that wish, today I've swept away a majority of the dust that was left behind.  However, hidden in the shadowy corners there are some pieces I claim as my own and refuse to destroy over something that no longer is relevant.  Is there a thread of dust leading back?  Yes, but the core of those crumbs are a piece of me and so much more valuable than the tiny thread that is impossible to cut.

I accept that,

My words are and will always be my own.  They are my strength.  They are my weakness.  As someone so recently pointed out...they are where I lay my soul bare.
~Domina