Reverence of The Marks & Symbols of Ownership

I spoke of Faith. Now…I’ll kneel to Reverence. Our first date. I stood calmly in His bedroom. Still. Waiting. A lioness’ instinctive understanding short-circuited my usual primal sexual aggression. I knew this man before I knew Him. Though desire and need raged through my veins, my lioness lowered her head in acquiescence to a Power she had known before time began and been searching for this entire lifetime. I waited. Utterly defenseless. To see how He would move. To see what He would want of me. To see which direction He would Lead us. He shifted behind me in the dim light. His first touch. A bold unmistakable Claim. With a deliberate slowness that seemed to last eternity, His fingers dug into my biceps as His teeth sank into my tender flesh where neck meets shoulder. My body gave into His strength. My mind let go of logic. My heart and soul gratefully surrendered to His Demand. I will always feel the echoes of the Marks He gave me in that moment. That was only the beginning. With ...

Fire & Ice

Everything before this was then.
This is Now.

Many, many things have changed.
Some have not.

I’m still at my core a whore.
I’m still in my soul a submissive.

I’m still searching for that relationship where I can truly be a submissive whore.

My Journey Through the Dark has had many ups and downs.  Shit happens.  Hopes I had once nurtured are no more.  Beliefs I had once held have been overwritten with truth. I embrace truth no matter how deep it burns and learn from my mistakes.  (No…the general public will not get details. Go find your soap opera elsewhere.)  Yet despite it all, I regret no part of my journey to date.  I have acted with honor at every step and discovered much about myself: who I truly am and all that I am capable of.

So what else has changed?

A ton of practicalities:  I live in NYC.  I am single and have been for quite a while.  Due to circumstance beyond my control, the kinky, naughty side of my lioness has fallen into a slumber, which I’m actively trying to wake again.  However, the biggest change is I am stronger and happier now than I have ever been in my life.  I plan to enjoy every minute of it I can.

In the next chapter of My Journey I seek only that which adds to my strength, happiness, and well-being.  Yes, in being without an Owner/Dom a significant piece of me is missing.  I hope someday to find a Dom strong and wise enough to hold my leash, but I will not be less in order for a D/M to be above me nor will I curl up in a ball and stop living without a D.  I am still a lioness, not the average stupid little submissive lamb begging to be led by any fool claiming a title he neither respects nor understands. 

The submission of a lioness requires much.  I know.  I am complicated.  I can’t and won’t apologize for it.  I am simply me.  For an intelligent Man of strength, courage, wisdom, and honor, I will be His greatest asset and devoted sub.  For a select few who I trust and respect, I’ll be a cherished friend who will have their back through thick and thin.  For the rest, I will be nothing more than a missed opportunity or a wish never to be fulfilled.

With every word I type – whether a diary-esque post, a bit of hot raunchy erotica (either fact or fiction), or just rambling thoughts on sex, kinky, and BDSM – my goal is to fan the flames of my dark passions and melt the cold prison that hides my true nature.  If you can’t respect or encourage those goals…go elsewhere.

My next chapter begins.
~DominaKat

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