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 ...

The Magic of the NYC Community

In 2017, I am exquisitely blessed to have found community.  My first dip in the local pool was back in the Spring at an NYC MAsT meeting.  Within 30 minutes of sitting down and simply listening to the discussion, the tension I'd been feeling for weeks, months, hell...years started to unwrap it's vicious grip on my soul.  I was finally someplace where those around me - despite differences in age, gender, race, ethnicity, sexual orientation, kink interests, background - didn't simply just accept me...they understood.

They understood.

They.
Understood.

I've been very lucky and even luckier this year.  Those closest to me accept me for who I am.  I'm not blatant, but I don't have to hide the truth of me completely.  It's never really quite been hidden anyway.  However, to be understood touches your soul and gives you a momentary place to rest and be completely at ease.

After that first event, I quickly expanded my attendance to include other groups/event types, and I haven't stopped yet.  I've come to treasure those moments when I'm surrounded by the local kink community.  Even when I didn't know a single person, I quickly found common ground even if from a silent distance.  As I've said again and again, I've met some amazing, fascinating, wonderful people who have helped me in big and small ways to learn and grown.

This afternoon, I sat quietly and merely enjoyed the peace of being understood by those next to me and in the room.  Even if it was our first meeting and knew little or nothing of me personally, there's the shared knowledge that if we started to speak about what binds us together, we'd at some point find common interest and shared experiences.  That is fucking priceless, especially after the recent years of being unable to be my true self.

I am humbly grateful for every moment I've spent in the company of the NYC Kink Community.  If we've shared even a moment with you at a class, a munch, a meeting, a discussion, a roundtable, or a party, I thank you for your presence and your contribution.  You've made a difference in my world, and I have no doubt in others as well.

Have a blessed holiday season and wonderful new year.  I look very forward to 2018 and what may come...especially with a few of you!  Hehehehe  ;-)
~DominaKat

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