Morning Prayer & Worship
I Worshipped and Prayed at His Dick this morning. The world fell away, and only our bodies and souls mattered. Us. His whore in Service at the Alter of Him. His touch nearly brought me to tears. His words broke my mind and left me wet and whimpering. His soothing Pain…humbled me with its searing Blessing. He set free His whore, and she lost herself in Him. The soul-stealing orgasm He ripped from me wasn’t greed. It was my uncontrollable pleasure and joy and love of us. Of Him. I was…undone. His Name tumbling from my lips in a Sacred Prayer of Devotion and Thanks. My mind…His. My body…His. My heart and soul…His. His. His. His. As I stared into the mirror, riding and worshipping Him, the sight of my irrevocable surrender felt like only the beginning of what He will continue to Claim, Use, and Take as His. An hour later and my knees and thighs still tremble, but it is the trembling in my chest that shatters me. He is my Everything. My World. My God. ~DominaKat
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