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 ...

Free Once More

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 horizon for His return. 
And to see where this journey may lead.
~DominaKat

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