The 9 Service Languages | Intensive Session Wrap Up Thoughts

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...

Passion, Pain, and Pride

No, I won't.
I will not chase the wind in vain.
The wind must come, seek, and embrace me.
 And I will gratefully accept and submit to His force of nature.

We disagreed on tactic, yet He couldn't deny what my logic had determined the outcome was likely to be. He looked at me. Truly looked at me. A rare pause. Not clouded with lust or desire. He saw what had been there since the moment we'd met. "You're a proud woman."

I didn't know how to respond. I've had more than a week to consider His observation. I can not deny that truth. 

I am proud. 

I doubt He'd want me if I wasn't. He desired a proud lioness not a quivering timid lamb.  I warned Him as I have everyone before...I am...complicated. Yet...oh so very simple as well.

I know.
More than ever.
The wealth I have to give.

My fierce passion.
My sweet pain.
My unselfish love.
My utter devotion.

I will not waste myself on careless, short-sighted fools.
I refuse to reward lack of will, effort, or character.
Never again.

Never fucking again.

I understand.
As I never have.
The value and worth of all that I can offer.

To a Man with Courage.
To a Dominant with Strength.
To a Sadist with Vision.
To a Master of His own Will and Self.

I demand for myself.
Real and tangible.
Presence and intent.

His greedy gaze that devours. 
Confident, hungry, determined hands. 
An unwavering mind clear in purpose. 
A demanding simply for some but every fucking thing possible. 

I don't give without a taking. 

Lips and teeth and tongue that latch onto prey.
An unwavering grip that frees me of all reason.
A driving force that leaves me breathless and dripping.
Vicious needs that spawn at the root of the primal soul. 

Sadistic pain that claims His willing victim.
Dominance that leaves no uncertainty who leads and who follows.
Sexuality that demands as His right my passionate inferno.

Capture me.
Don't ask or hold back. 
Take possession not simply my body but my mind and soul.
Show me the wild dark territory we will claim as our own.

I'll settle for nothing less.
It's what I deserve.
His reward will be everything that I am.

And all the treasures I have yet to discover in the dark depths of my soul.
~DominaKat

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