The 9 Service Languages | Intensive Session Wrap Up Thoughts

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...

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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