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 Chosen Religion

Every Sunday He prays for forgiveness.

Of me.
His Jezebel whore.

For the nasty hedonistic things we do together.
For the depraved divine passions we indulge.
For the vicious dark beasts we free from our immoral souls.

Naked and entangled.
Our sweat mingles as our anointed skin ignites.
Morality and responsibilities cease to exist.
Groans, sighs, moans, cries become a hymn of gluttony to the gods.

I wonder...does He stand in the pew and fight a heavy erection from the memories of our ritual sin?

My pleasure and pain are His psalms.
I willingly sacrifice myself to His dark demands.

He confesses to His disciples.
They fight and forfeit to the hardening desires.
Then plead for mercy.

He is my Angel of Darkness that rises above me.
He is my glorious King who lets me drink His hot communion.
He is my Almighty as I cum in reverent bliss.
He is my Savior when I shattered beneath Him.

Sacrilegious sex and BDSM are my chosen religion.

I am a whorish goddess.
My whispered hungers our scripture.

My greedy wet mouth pays homage.
His forceful hands He lays upon me.
My tithe a slick cunt submitting to the ecstasy of His rigid phallus.

I am His sin.
I am His blessing.
I am His crime and punishment.
I am His redemption and salvation.

I find my peace at the alter of the world.
With my legs spread like a temple.
My heavenly breasts heaving.
When I'm basking in the holy pleasure and pain.
Of a Man's darkest most sinful lust.

Oh yes...I vow that I am well on my fucking way to hell.

Now...Let us pray.
~DominaKat

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