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 ...

My Religion

I remained silent.  As they took turns speaking, their words faded to background noise, and I held up my own Truth to my mind's eye and gazed at it in fearless acknowledgement.

Yes, I see.  I know.

Even there, surrounded by those who shared at least some version of my proclivities, it seemed unlikely my own Beliefs would find many companions.  I hadn't been hopeful - merely curious.  I long ago accepted in myself what I can so rarely express to anyone who can understand.  Though I have let my Truth flicker in the ether at times.

My Religion?  I bask, bath, am baptized in the Spiritual essence found only at the Divine intersection of a soul deep connection, pure, authentic BDSM, and raw hedonistic sex.  There...in those moments...I am free of the chains of this world and become one with the Holy Existence of Life and all that beautiful energy of the Universe.  There...in those moments...I find Grace.

I am Grace.

I am Everything and nothing.
I am Life and death.
I am Heaven and hell.

I do not question the vibrant Power that pulses through me.  I simply surrender its stunning clarity and Transcendence.

Some play.  Some dabble.  Few step up to the Altar to spill their souls.  I seek out that intensity.  I have no desire to lap at the edges of fulfillment.  I need to burn in the sweet fire of BDSM and sex, so that my world is aglow.  Without its light feeding the roots of my soul I am a fraction of myself.

The local scene is where I congregate to share/give/receive knowledge and understanding.  My M/s Rituals offer me moments in my day to Pray to the Truth of me.  My Owner is my Minister leading me to unique opportunities of Worship.  And Pain?  Pain is my Sacrifice to a Greater Power than myself.

Blasphemy?  ~shrug~  I can no more change who and what I am than I can change the phases of the ethereal moon in the sultry night sky.

This is my Providence.
~DominaKat

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