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 ...

A Little Humor for My Kinster Friends...

So before I call it a night...

The top of my left foot has been KILLING me the last few days. I thought maybe someone had stepped on it last week when I accidentally ended up in a spontaneous NYC subway escalator mosh pit, which happens whenever some idiot doesn’t get out of the way at the end of the escalator. If this has never happened to you, it’s a total cluster fuck, especially during NYC rush hour when dozens if not a hundred people are directly in a line behind you getting dumped into the mosh.  *Ugly way to start the morning, trust me.*

No bruise though. Just incredible persistent pain, and that’s the only incident that I could think of. In the tangle of arms and legs and yelling and pisstivity I could have easily missed getting stepped on in the moment. ~shrug~

.....*(This gets better.  I promise.)*

Just now. On a Wednesday night. In an effort to quell the noise in my head...frustration and sadness over dumb shit, I decided to get myself off. Kwesi is in a Man Meeting, and my go to for stress relief *(as I'm sure it is for many of us)*...sex and orgasms, so I pray my vibrator has enough charge for a good juicy O.

A flick of my thumb.  *Bzzzzzzzz* YES!

..... *(hang in there with me.)*

I wasted no time.  Vibrator full on my clit.  Max setting.

Fuck...I’m feelin it hard and fast tonight! Haven’t cum since Saturday night's total gluttony of naughtiness - one of the sexiest nights of my life.  However, the sizzling memories from that evening have kept me on a mental edge for the last four days! Mmmm!!!  *Oh yeah, baby...this is gonna feel GOOD!*

Legs spread wide.

Clit throbbing...

Grinding...

Buzzing...

Build up is...almost...there...

OWWWW!!! WhatTheFuckingFuck?!? SHOOTING PAIN from each foot all the way to the corresponding mid-shin!!!!  BOTH were fucked up!

~LIGHTBULB~

I start to laugh my ass off...

I've never thought much about it, but I point my toes HARD when I cum, like a ballerina point. Stiff flex. Hyper-extended curve.

Apparently no one stepped on my damn foot in the mosh pit fiasco.

I just came so many fucking times last Saturday that I over flexed/over exerted the muscles in the top of my foot.

SMH.

The unknown pitfalls when doing new things and kink-related injuries! LOL

Any suggestions from the crowd on how to recover from this???
~DominaKat

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