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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Missing: property. Pls Call if Found.

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~sigh~  It's time I just came out with it.  I can't find my s-side.  Bitch is gone.  Poof.  Greatest magic trick I've come up with in years.  Too bad it wasn't intentional.

I literally can't even imagine being submissive.  Memories of kneeling feel like I'm watching a kinky home movie of someone else in my head.  Yes...I'm THAT detached.  I can't hear her.  I can't touch her.  She is bound and gagged somewhere, and I have no idea where.

If I'm honest, I'm also too busy to search.

Oh...I look around now and then, but I don't change my course of direction.  My mind is focused solely on the tasks at hand, and DAMN have I thrown a heap of tasks into my mix.   #UnownedCopingStrategy  I'm all about progress - FORWARD momentum toward my goals.

I can't even feel sad that she's MIA.  All she would do is slow me down with her...ache.  There's no one to Dominate her, so what good would her appearance be?  None.  None.  Negative 10 none.

Or maybe my Top/Mind/Alfred-side is Dominating my life so much that it has Dominated her into calm silence.  Hmmmm...

Or maybe it's that my emotional and physical are so dormant right now that she's also asleep...waiting.  (Yes, someday this volcano may explode with catastrophic molten lava.  Consider yourself warned.)

I know I'm not like a lot of submissives.  That part of me isn't out for public consumption.  People on the perimeter of my life don't think "Awww...she's so sweet."  More like..."Nope, not gonna fuck with her.  She may hurt me."  I'm never quite sure what that is, but whatever...it works well in NYC.  My point is...my submission/property-ness exists on a much deeper—almost primal—level rather than the surface.  She only appears with the inspiration of a special kind of Dominance.

So...I'm not even sure I could find her if I tried.  Meh.
~DominaKat

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