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 ...

Unleash My Storm

A buildup of desire.
A flood of energy with nowhere to go.
Emotions that batter and bruise.

Though I try to dissipate the chaos.
I am exhausted in the continued denial of my need.
And the storm rages below my surface for release.

Dark thunder pounds through my mind in search of resting place for my submission.
Vicious lighting crawls through my veins seeking pain and punishment.
An agony of insatiable lust licks and torments my every nerve.

FUCK...Unleash the storm in me!

I want nothing gentle or kind.
The full blunt force of primal hunger and Dominance.
Is the only fucking cure for my twisted sinful lusts.

Show me that dark merciless beast in Your soul.
Take from me all that You wish.
With a cruelty born of pure greed and demand.

My soul begs...
For pain and suffering that pushes reality to the far reaches.
To be used with brutal Sadistic intent until I'm a crumpled broken mess at His feet.

I am desperate for His fury and passion.
My lioness roars to be forced unequivocally to her place.
His sacred whore begs to be worshipped in our filthy sins.

For long moments...
Strip me of my pride and strength.
Make me wallow in the humiliation of our wickedness.

FUCK...the storm must consume me before it destroys me.

Only then will I find my peace and tranquility and place in this world.
~DominaKat

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