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 ...

I Belong

It's late.  My ass should be in bed snoring, yet I find myself too wired to cozy up in my nest.  Tonight feels like an unexpected milestone for myself.  Out of the blue I was asked to join a community event as a panelist.  I was flattered of course, but quite cognizant that while I've been involved in the lifestyle for about nine years now and have been thoughtful and introspective of my journey, I'm not what anyone would consider some wildly experienced kinkster who's spent every weekend doing more and more intense kinkiness.

No, surprise...surprise...I haven't run around jumping on every type of ride available in Kink-Topia.  I don't chase the dragon.

That isn't the important part of the journey for me.  What is important for me is that I find meaning, purpose, and fulfillment in what it is that I do.  In that...I am a serious participant.  Every day I seek to take another step in my journey of self-discovery within the lifestyle.

Throughout the last 18 months, those steps have included being active in the local NYC Kink Community.  Group meetings, classes, discussions, forums, munches, parties have littered my calendar and offered me numerous opportunities to learn, network, and most of all...grow.

Something has also been happening over the last few months, beginning when I volunteered to help the lead of another group I was passionate about.  Something extraordinary.  Something I did not reach for nor did I anticipate.  Tonight, I realized just what the milestone was that I passed.

I belong.

When I took my seat in front of that small packed room, it felt as natural as sitting down next to my Sherpa over pizza and continuing to debate the mono-spirituality of masturabation.  Not only was there opportunity to learn, but I had value, wisdom, and experience to share.

I belong.

That's been a very rare experience in my lifetime.  I am better for being a part of this rich, diverse, thoughtful community, and I look forward to the responsibility that belonging entails.
~DominaKat

~~~ Local Community Involvement ~~~
  • NYC slave Munch ~ Co-Lead
  • TES Presents: Pain Processing Panel, moderated by Jinx - Oct 2018 ~ Panelist
  • MAsT ~ Active Member
  • TES ~ Active Member
  • Harlem Munch ~ Participating Attendee

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