Reverence of The Marks & Symbols of Ownership

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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 ...
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Drip

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My flesh reflects my soul’s original flame.
A sacred Goddess of intimate lustful beginnings. 

My sexuality drips.
From the mounds of my lush breasts.
Across the valley of my waist and round curve of my hip.
Down the globes of my plump pale ass. 

Drip.
       Drip.
              Drip.


I am. 
The thousand sins You desire.

The apple’s warm sweet nectar.
Born in the wickedness of my mind.
Falls from my lips and clings with longing to beaded red nipples. 
Only the worthy lap at the fountain of my deviant desires.

Drip.
       Drip.
              Drip. 


I am.
More than can be conquered.

The whispered disapproval of old hags and broken balls.
Amuses my shredded morality.
I stand tall, proud on the crumbled ruins of their bitterness.
And watch as they choke and drown under my sensual storm.

Drip.
       Drip.
              Drip. 


I am.
A force of nature they will never possess nor control. 

Unable to fathom the sweet surrender to self.
They whither to dry dust.
Lifelessly with envy.
As my tidal waves of primal passion crash on thirsty shores.

Drip.
       Drip.
              Drip. 

My sensuality drips.

From my flesh.
From my mind.
From my heart.
From my soul.

To feed and nurture beautiful beasts.
Like me.

Drip.
       Drip.
              Drip.
~DominaKat

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