The 9 Service Languages | Intensive Session Wrap Up Thoughts

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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...
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A Lil M/s Magic for Those Still Interested in Kinky Fun

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I couldn't read another bitch session/rant on Fet.  WTF people?!?  Does anyone anymore even think about the magic of what it is we do?  Or is your hunger only really about seeking out and destroying some invisible online enemy? ~smh~

Some snippets for those who are hungry for beautiful moments.

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His hand settled on my inner thigh.  I marveled at how natural it felt.  I hadn't been touched in years, yet nothing in me seemed alarmed or even in overdrive at His familiarity.  It was almost as if I'd been waiting forever...for Him.  I looked up into His warm eyes and wondered...who are you?

"Listen.  This is what I want.  I want to Own you..."

I blinked, but it wasn't a dream.

"I want to Own you..."

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The second I felt the touch I'd opened my eyes to search for Him.  He'd been right there next to me.
"It's okay."  A dark submission I'd never felt before devoured me whole in an instant.  He'd severed chains that had bound me for a lifetime.  For a moment I was free to run hard and fast with Him through the night.

Later as I leaned into Him catching my breath He whispered in my ear.  "It was a test.  I had to know if you'd obey.  I had to know how deep you were willing to go.  You darkness...it's as dark as mine."

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"Walk across the room to the bar and back.  I want to watch you."

The heat of submission bloomed like a rose across my chest, up my neck, and across my face.  I was thrilled that I'd pleased Him, but the thought of walking across the room for no obvious reason made me uncomfortable.  However, I gave in completely to my need to please Him.  With every step of my obedience my submission to Him deepened.  When I returned to stand in front of Him, everything in me ached to kneel at His feet despite the lounge full of business people grabbing an evening drink.  Nothing and no one existed in that moment except Him.

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Face down, ass up, my nails clawed at the hotel room carpet as He sank deep into my needy cunt.

He gasped even as I groaned in gratitude.  This.  Fuck, yes...this....

He leaned over me and grabbed a fist full of my hair.  "You don't get to decide how or where this happens.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I whimpered still lost in the feel of Him filling me again.

His pushed at my head before rising to grip my hips.  Then His beautiful assault began.  He pulled out only to ram hard back into me.  Again and again His dick left my pussy and returned with relentless force.  The pleasure left me senseless.

He slapped my ass hard.  There was something...more.  Another slap.  His energy was something I'd never felt before...a force of nature wrapping around me...

Another smack.  "You bitch...I'm fucking in love with you."  His nails dragged across my skin from shoulder to waist.  "I'm fucking in love with you..."

My control slipped...to be wanted with such force...Fuck me...I gave in.  To Him.  To Us.

And the Fire we created consumed us.

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Feel free to return to whatever latest rant is consuming the day.  I think I'm going to take a nice naked naughty nap.
~DominaKat

#KinkUsedToBeFun

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