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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Vicious Wild Things

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I obeyed, but I didn't submit.
I swallowed His pain, but I didn't surrender.
I took His dick, but I didn't hide my own strength and power.

On my knees at the edge of the bed, my ass and pussy His to claim once again. After His most vicious flogging yet, which morphed me into a black hole of spinning bliss until each lash radiated that sweet painless joy that only a masochist can embrace, He seized hold of my hips and sank into me. Again and again He drove deeper, harder, crueler. 

Fuck yes. 
That's what I wanted. 
What I needed. 

I didn't want mercy or sweet words. I needed His fierce greedy demand for what was His. My starved cunt sucked and fisted Him. I came on His dick more times than I can remember.  "Come for me." Echoed off the walls.  Face down as my fists clenched the blanket, I gladly took what He forced through my tender folds into my desperate hungry pussy. He fed His lioness what she desired most.  The crudest most elemental offering of desire and need. 

I didn't need Him to tell me He missed His bitch.  
I needed Him to show me.  

He did.

His rigid pole seemed to lengthen and thicken with every stroke until He bottomed out in my womb. My cry of pain was also ecstasy. Fuck yes! Fuck me deep. 

A whore's dance. A driving tempo. Fuckable bass.

When I took my turn and climbed on His steel rod and heard His moan, I wasn't fucking my Owner for His pleasure. I was His fierce uncontrollable bitch in heat.  We became two vicious wild things indulging in mutual primal lust. My lioness fed greedily even as my Lion fed from His whore. When He drove me harder, I drove Him. I fucked Him like I haven't fucked another in decades. We mated as if we were 20 years younger and 50 pounds lighter.  (Yes, I was sore the next day. lol)

I didn't think. I didn't worry. I let go and rode my Lion hard and deep. His pleasure made me proud, invincible.  My hips ground onto His pole again and again.  Hearts racing, our moans, growls, cries entwined with the beat that became an x-rated track.  There was no reason to exist except to fuck and mate and celebrate with our bodies every second of passion we could survive.  

I nearly passed out when I stood up.  Fuck I'm not 20 anymore.

Once we caught our breath...I did what my very being demanded and worshipped His dick with my hot wet mouth.  I love to fucking suck Him.  My hand stroked.  My tongue danced.  A slurp.  A suck.  A deep dive that left me choking and gagging on His beautiful black dick.  I didn't back off.  I devoured. I fed. I fed. I fed. "You're trying to kill me," rang in my ears, but I didn't relent.  I found that sweet rhythm.  My hand.  My mouth.  My lips.  My tongue.  I wanted nothing more and would settle for nothing less.  Hand. Mouth. Lips. Tongue. More. Again. More. I fed. Fed. FED. Until His hot nut flooded my mouth, and I came with Him in sheer bliss. ~sigh~ Fuck, yes...

I coaxed every fucking drop from Him before He tore me from His dick and wrapped me in His arms.  Our beasts finally momentarily sated.
~DominaKat

P.S. No one ever died from a blow job that I know of.  Just saying! ;-P
   

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