Faith Arisen

“…She is MINE.” I stood stunned. THAT moment—the force of His words, His tone, His expression, His unapologetic lack of deference to polite societal vanilla norms—is forever branded on my soul. I’d never heard Him say those words to anyone. I’ve never heard anyone say those words. Not about me. Even when someone spoke those words about another, it never sounded like THAT. His fierce, unwavering conviction and open Claim of me was absolute. An irrevocable Law that anyone in His orbit must understand, accept, and Honor. For months, His stoic logic and reason have been moving some of the most fundamental tectonic plates of me. These words weren’t analytical. These words didn’t speak to my mind. They bypassed the analytical and struck the fault lines of my soul.  They called to my lioness. In that moment, she heard and saw the Primal Man roar His inherent Dominance and Authority over me, and His primal Claim set off a seismic shift that began with her instinctive and visceral surr...

My Sacred

At my soul...at my very foundation and root is M/s.
"The things which are sacred or precious to us are the things we withdraw from promiscuous sharing."
~Howard Roark, The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
Sacred | ˈsākrid |
adjective  regarded with great respect and reverence by a particular religion, group, or individual
The Dominance of Owner.
The submission of property
The Power/Authority Exchange.
Simply sacred.

M/s entwines itself across every core element.
Of my existence.
And delves so deeply into my soul.
I will not.
Cannot.
Promiscuously share.
Sacred.

My sacred...
Is not a kinky game.
Or haphazard wrapper.
Or just spicy sex.
It's not pretend.
Or a mirage.
Or a costume.
Or part-time.
Submissive property.
Is who and what I am.
Even if I'm simply waiting.

To be Owned.
Claimed
Treasured.
Led.
Sacred.

To serve.
To please.
To be used.
To support, encourage, guard, protect, love, ADORE.
To give...
All the best I have.
To believe...
In Him.
My sacred.

The comforting feel.
The safe presence.
The cherished touch.
A direct order.
Protocols and rituals.
Punishment.
The blessed fucking pain.
The nurturing.
The guidance and direction.
Of my Dominant Man...
My sacred.

His Dominance...
Settles me like nothing else.
Under its weight
My mind
My heart
My body
Every fucking thing I am
Can find peace.
Rest.
Give In...
To Him.
That magic.
It is the only thing that has ever stilled me.
Sacred.

I seek the...
Tranquility at His feet.
Hope in His leadership.
Faith in His protection.
And my submission and loyalty...
Will become an endless ocean.
He controls
With the flick of His hand.
A growl from His throat.
My sacred.

This...existence.
Under Him.
That clear, unwavering point of reference.
To dedicate myself.
A shining beacon
To begin from.
To return to.
That mental, emotional, physical space we create.
Becomes my Sanctuary.
Where I practice my Religion.
Where I can breathe freely.
Where I can be myself.
Where I belong.
My sacred.
~DominaKat

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