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 ...

My Beast's First Purr

Fuck yes.

He leads me effortlessly. I never even realized the incredible threshold we were about to cross. His hand turned the handle silently. I felt the other's touch, I looked at Him, and we were simply there...in the dark fucking depths of my soul, face-to-face with the vicious beast I had forever kept locked and chained from the world.

Fuck me.

Apparently, He has an express elevator to that subterranean level and a master set of keys to my monster's dungeon. lol He walked in without fanfare and stared into the dark hungry eyes of that bitch without a flicker of fear. Others have heard her roars or have stared down into the black abyss of her lair and caught a glimpse of her dragging her heavy chains across that cold stone floor, but not one has ever dared to visit. She's intimidated them all. Except Him.

Oh fuck.

He never fails to leave me slightly off balance. I got a little hazy just being that near her. I love her, but even I had never been so close. To smell her, feel her breath on my neck, to touch that dark dangerous piece of me....

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

My heart raced, but I obeyed Him. Yeah...I willingly obeyed. As my arms wrapped around her neck for the first time, I couldn't process shit. Rational, logical thought fled. I simply followed His every instruction. I trust Him. I could barely even see Him with her through the chaos and madness that ricocheted in my head. But what I did see, left me in awe. That wicked, untamed, feral beast simply perked up her ears, cocked her head, stood perfectly still, and ate from His fucking hand like a sweet docile kitten.

What the fuuuuuuuck...Fuck me...Fuck...Fuck...Fuck...

In fact He smiled at my monster and stroked her sharp canines. I swear I even heard that bitch purr for Him.

Yeah...she purred. The still drenched scrap of lace panties I picked up off the floor five hours later were evidence of that.

Fuck. ~sigh~ ;-)
~DominaKat

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