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...

His to Take

Fuck me, He makes me soft, and as time goes on it just gets worse.  However, don't doubt!  My lioness still very much has her claws, but at the sight or sound of Him, they are sheathed as I rollover to show Him my belly and simply start to purrrrrrrrrrrr.

I hadn't realized this...evolution to us or myself until the last two weeks.  Flu cancelled plans day after day.  There was no anger or drama.  Just worry, concern, and an...emptiness where He exists in my life.  He'd call or text me a picture or, and the sun would burst suddenly from behind cloudy grey skies and warm my soul.  If He made that little growl/hum sound because of something I'd say, it was like a damn rainbow lit up the sky too.  ~sigh~  I damn sure hadn't planned to allow this kind of vulnerability in my life again.

I was short-sighted.  Funny how in my search for a D/s dynamic, I hadn't factored in the inevitability of that soft spot and chink in my armor that happens as two people build trust and share experiences through a power exchange.  It had been a long time since I'd allowed myself to love with the hope of it being returned.  I even did my best to temper the deeper emotional energies in me, focusing my attention instead on the poly boundaries, the development of our Owner/property framework, and our HolyShitWhatTheFuckingFuckWasTHAT?!? amazing play/kink/sex.

Somewhere during all those challenges, details, and yummy sessions of fun, my heart broke off its leash and made its own journey toward Him.  His tenacity helped my heart realize He wasn't going to run.  His thoughtful, considerate efforts showed me that even when tensions were high He wouldn't lash out at me or use neglect as weapon of emotional punishment.  His continual effort to take even the smallest steps toward me and my needs demonstrated He wasn't just seeking easy thrills.  Now my heart is at His feet.  Maybe not yet completely exposed and at His mercy, but it's there.  His to take.

I'm not 100% comfortable with this state, but as I discussed with my Sherpa today...emotions are what they are.  Even if I'm nervous and maybe uncertain how everything will work, He's earned my vulnerability and my trust slowly over time in a way no one ever has.  Now, I have to trust that my heart knows what it's doing and to let myself be in love with this wonderful Man.

So here's to sunshine, rainbows, and purring.  May they continue for a long, long time.
~DominaKat

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