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 Don't Give Any Heart-Shaped Fucks

Valentine's Day.

~eye roll~

I've yet to spend one in any kind of romantic bliss let alone some hot, sexual, decadent bliss.

Today is no different.

My lips won't be taken by a Man who Owns my soul.
My ears won't hear "I fucking love you, you bitch," whispered in breathless need.
My neck won't be feast on by a lustful Beast.
My breasts won't be molded with fierce greedy Hands.
My nipples won't beg a hungry lover to be sucked
My back won't arch closer to Him in ecstasy as His nails drag frantically down my spine.
My ass won't be bruised from His demanding attention.
My hands won't clutch His as He drives my passion toward our precipice.
My legs won't spread to welcome His weight and heat.
My pussy won't weep for His fullness to drive into it.
My mouth won't wrap around His pulsing dick, pleading for mercy as I suck His soul.

That is simply not my fate, and I've loooooong ago accepted this fact.

And it's okay.

Because for me...this is just another Thursday, and as I wind down the week, I can't find it in me to give any heart-shape fucks about the force of nature no one has ever tapped into to commemorate a pretend holiday in the middle of winter.

Hmmm...is that a seed of cynicism?  Or just a practical bitch who understand tomorrow is Friday, and my ass still needs to work in the morning?  LOL

Maybe a little of both.
~DominaKat

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