Undomesticated

In a conversation recently with a friend, I was reminded of my undomesticated tendencies.  A lover once described me as this...

"You're not domesticated.  If I opened the door, let you out, and drove away, you wouldn't be there waiting on the steps when I got back."

My response..."Nope.  I wouldn't."  That fool learned just how right he was.  lol

I am not a silly domestic house cat.  I don't need pampered.  I'm not helpless to the world and desperate for someone to take care of me.  I won't die on my own.  And I damn sure will not hang around and pine away endlessly when I'm no longer sheltered in safety or when I'm ignored or abandoned.  Fuck that.

I'm a lioness.

I am strong.  I am intelligent.  I am fierce.  I have a will to fight and survive through whatever life tosses at me.  My untamed soul has never and will never give up and die on some fool's porch as he carelessly leaves me to starve and brave the elements.  Some women will wait for scraps.  I've never been one of them.

I am not leashed easily.  In fact only one Man has ever dared claim me as His pet and trained me to His hand.  No one else ever had the strength, patience, or wisdom to ease my instinct to fight and to nurture my trust so deeply that I willingly stretch out in bliss and show Him my vulnerable belly.  I will purr at His touch.  I will submit to His desires.  However He never forgets that it is a lioness at the end of His leash.  His respect and honor for my strength, loyalty, and submission is what keeps our D/s dynamic in balance.

In turn...I sheath my claws and curl contently at His feet.
~DominaKat

A Year Ago

That cool rain.
The City.
Its bustling pulse.
I felt the first stir of life in me again.

The evening light faded quickly.
To that misty Thursday night.
As the big yellow cab.
Drove me to my destiny.

A Year Ago.

My heartbeat quickened.
A smile broke across my eager face.
"There." with a quick pull to the curb.
Fare tossed, bag grasped, and the door broke open.

Him.
He reached for me instantly.
Before I had even found my balance.
He firmly claimed His first taste.

A Year Ago.

His hands framed my jaw.
His lips commanded mine.
His heat surrounded me.
I simply gave to Him.

Our tongues danced.
Hot and wet.
His arms tight around me.
As He drank deep from my soul.

A Year Ago.

Him...
Him...
Finally, yes...
Him.

Our sweet breathless light.
Mingled with the heady spice.
Of our wicked darkness.
As we slowly blended our flavors.

A Year Ago.

That first glimpse
As we embraced our fate.
Our first touch.
As a Beast took hold of His sweet pet.

An overwhelming relief so strong.
Washed through us.
As He first kissed.
What would soon be His property.

A Year Ago.

Together at last.
Fires reignited.
The ones we'd both long considered.
Forever banked.

I clung to His strength.
He claimed my softness.
I bent to His dominance.
He fed from my submission.

A Year Ago.

Between us in that first kiss.
Fresh hope lit brightly.
Possibilities roared to existence.
Dark passion burned hot and vicious.

And Love...
Love...
Oh yes...
Love breathed to life.

Between us.

A Year Ago.
~DominaKat

Artistry

Laying on my back.
Full breasts trembling.
Thick, pale thighs spread.

Lush cunt lips glisten.
A perfect frame.
To that dark pink dripping slit.

Yours.

Only you can give me.
What I so desperately crave.
What I have always craved.

A deep unbreakable love.
Protected and nurtured.

An absolute passion.
That claims without hesitation.

An all consuming pleasure.
That devours my body, mind, and soul.

A pure fierce cruelty.
That devours my complete submission.

Take.
Seize.
Crush.

I am yours to destroy.
I am yours to create.
The blank canvas you've longed to own.

Engulf me in your white hot flame.
I surrender to your non-existent mercy.
My tears splatter the canvas.

Stain me further with your harsh strokes.
Only under your brutal hands will I crumble.
Hear my cries echo in your soul.

Let us burn in the dark fire of beasts.
Entwined in madness.
Ruined and magnificent as One.

For nowhere else.
Except in each other.
Will we find such utter peace.
~DominaKat

Caged

I lay here.
Caged.

My body's sweet hot juice.
Fills the wanton womb.
Painful pressure pushes for release.
Built up against an empty dam.

The reward of surrender trapped.
Caged.

Mind too sluggish to focus.
No clear path to follow in this haze.
Emotions stumble on the rocky trail.
Lost in the murky grey mist.

Somewhere between the light and dark.
Caged.

The slut slumbers in her chains.
Dreaming of vague wickedness and sin.
The whore mindlessly withers against the bars.
As she aches to be wanted, used, abused.

A victim that simply waits for her Beast.
Caged.

The silence deafening.
The cool slows the blood.
Where is the fire and merciful heat?
To burn through the dam and flame the dormant passion.

Where is the key to freedom from...
This cage?
~DominaKat

No Pass for Emotionally Abusive Women

~A Rant~

Why the FUCK does everyone feel sorry for an emotionally abusive woman?  I've seen this phenomena over and over again the last couple of years in multiple relationships with different partners both vanilla and kink dynamics.  And quite honestly I'm sick and disgusted by it.  It's even WORSE when it's a white woman with a Black Man and innocently plays the race card as a stark contrast that she's so helpless.  She can do whatever she wants, however she wants, say whatever she wants to Him or against Him...and it's met with awwww...isn't that cute or ohhhh...poor baby.  YET...if the table was reversed and the Man did the exact same thing...He would be labeled an evil moster.

Well guess what you stupid, deceitful, manipulative bitches...YOU are just as evil and just as much monsters as the guys that prey on women's weakness and do everything they can to destroy a woman's mental and emotional strength.  Hell...maybe you're even more evil because you're a demon in sheep's clothing.  But guess what?  You don't get a fucking pass from me.  You won't get my sympathy.  You won't get my compassion.

How hard is this concept to grasp?!?  It is NOT okay to emotional abuse your partner!  Whether it is a man or a woman.  Just because He is a Man and society views Him as stronger, doesn't mean He deserves to be treated like shit and tormented for your entertainment or because of your poor self-esteem or inner pain.  GET FUCKING HELP!!!!  Sweetly crying and saying I don't mean to be like that doesn't mean shit to me.  Why?  Because you'll do it again and again and again.  Because you take every opportunity to gain sympathy for your "plight" rather than accept responsibility and take accountability.

"My past..." "My past..."  Shut the fuck up.  We all have pasts.  We've all been hurt.  Men and woman.  Would a Man get a pass if He treated a good woman like shit because the last one was...I dunno...like YOU?!?  I have a past.  I've been hurt.  And guess the fuck what...LOVING a someone NEVER means you do everything in your power to destroy them mentally and emotionally.  If a Man hurt you physically, you'd be the first to dial 9-1-1 in a heartbeat.  But it's completely acceptable for you to viciously and intentionally beat on a Man with words?!?  REALLY?!?  Do you do that to your kids?  Do you do that to your parents?  Do you do that to your friends???  Would you take a knife to Him and stab Him?  No?  Why not?  It's the same fucking thing!

Our Men should be LOVED.  HONORED.  CHERISHED.  They are not our emotional, mental, and verbal PUNCHING BAGS!!!!!!!!!!

For the male victims of this kind of abuse...GET HELP!  This is NOT how love should be!  Not even in the D/s world.

Errrrrrrr....
~DominaKat