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The 9 Service Languages | Intensive Session Wrap Up Thoughts

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On Sunday, I wrapped up my first small group FULL INTENSIVE workshop that spanned 6+ hours over the course of 2 days. Anyone who has sat through my Intro class knows, The 9 Service Languages is a fucking BIG IDEA! When I first launched my class, I naively believed it could be tackled in a typical 90-minute or 2-hour session. I quickly learned that was impossible and that few platforms (cons, orgs, mtgs) had the ability to hold space for me and attendees to get DEEP in the weeds of WIITWD as it relates to Service. I am PROFOUNDLY HONORED that @S-O-C—the Service Oriented Conference—reached out to me earlier this year to be a part of their inaugural Intensive Program. They were the perfect partner with the perfect target audience for an Intensive of The 9 Service Languages of Authority Transfer Relationships/Dynamics. The session allowed me to work with a small group as we got our hands dirty, dissecting where, when, how, and why we do Service and considered ways to adjust, tweak, evol...
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Public Consumption

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I have never played in a public club.  Yes...really. Reeeeally. REALLY!!! lol Trust me...that still missing piece of my journey wasn't due to my lack of desire. But moving on... I don’t even remember how that fact came up in our conversation. His immediate response completely overshadowed anything that came moments before.   Without hesitation He claimed that rite of passage for His Own.   Damn, I Iove how He absolutely seizes opportunity.   It wasn’t some “someday” bullshit either.   ~sigh~   The decision of when and where came in His next breath. Now that our visit is only days away, I'm contemplating... I am an exhibitionist.  No doubt.   But like everything else in kink-land, my depths have never been explored let alone exploited or tested.  No. There is no fear.  My eyes flash at a challenge.  My muscles clench in anticipation.  So much to discover, understand, fucking relish.  Even if I fail, I e...
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What Will Be

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Without hesitation, He sweeps aside every challenge with a clear decisiveness I've rarely seen, and my Lioness purrs. That Man knows what He wants. He wants me. I think it may have taken an hour - if that - for Him to decide. No bullshit.  No needless games.  No coward.  He laid it out unequivocally. I should say I was shocked or stunned or in awe, but I can't.  For reasons I can't explain only feel, instead all I can say is the rightness of Him and His decision simply settled into my bones. Yes. Him. This. I don't know if He knew or felt it, but that was my first act of submission.  My full acceptance that His decision was genuine.  There was no tug of doubt in my heart, mind, or body.  He wanted me. Yet, understanding the complications of life and the impulsiveness of desire, the grown woman in me held steady to see what would be. Would this beautiful Lion disappear into the night once He boarded His train? Would He run when He unde...
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Intoxicated - Part I

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Amid Grand Central's cavernous majesty and a sea of rush hour chaos I waited.  Tick. Tock.  I was early.  The butterflies of excitement I'd felt getting ready to leave work had settled.  I wondered if anyone noticed my now braless breasts under the v-neck dress I'd worn today at the office.  I didn't give a fuck.  It's New York.  Naked beneath my dress didn't even register on the city's crazy scale.  I wondered if He'd care.  If the fact that I offered Him such access to me would matter. So much still unknown but I was on this path.  To see what could be.  I refused to temper myself.  Fuck it.  Never again.  This is who I was for a Man who tempted my lioness to wake.  Tick.  Tock. There.  Him.  Smiles.  Hugs.  A chaste kiss.  No obvious heat.  The masks of our real lives and professional personas still firmly in place.  Chit chat.  Practicalities.  Nothing out...
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Free Once More

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Quiet morning. A lazy stretch.  Muscles ache sweetly from the midnight run through moonlit shadows and darkness. My lioness reclines in the warmth of His sunshine. Those frozen walls that had for so long hidden my cage shattered by His demands. Shards of ice litter the ground and melt between my paws. The door of that brutal cage hangs open at my back. That which once held me prisoner destroyed with His strength and will. His taste still lingers on swollen lips. His scent infused with my own. His roars an echo through my hungry wicked soul. His searing touch a memory my hungry beast savors. A flick of my tail. A quiet purr. A lioness momentarily sated. At peace. I wait content under a new dawn. For a leash and a firm hand to lead me? Or a mate whose darkness matches mine And wants me to run freely by His side through the grasslands? Another lazy stretch. Another flick of my tail. Another purr. My beast is free once more. My hooded gaze watches the hori...
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