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 ...

The Blessing of Folsom

Two years ago, I wandered into my first Folsom Street East with no idea what to expect.  I'd heard rave reviews of the street festival at some of my first few TES classes, so on a hot, humid, early summer day I found myself on a single closed off block in NYC surrounded by much phenomenal pride and an outstanding display of stunning drag queens, hunky gay men in next to nothing, and a more back hair than I ever wanted to see.  LOL  (Keeping it real real here folks!)

I walked by vendors and organizations and food carts, young people and old, the dressed and nearly undressed, men, women, and gender fluid, leather and uniquely their own, and then took my very overheated (suffered heat exhaustion a few weeks before) ass home, grateful to have gone and to have felt the beautiful energy.  However, other than awareness I remained relatively unchanged by the event.  I had felt the joy and love around me, but being still new to the local kink scene and a straight, white, female...well my journey down that block was rightfully one of an admiring, respectful ally but outsider.

As I recover from all my "peopling" at yesterday's 20th Folsom Street East Festival/my second, the flashback to my first experience could hardly be more stark.

All the same characters were still there with an additional entire block of more, but where I once wandered through and was connected to no one to...I can’t tell you how many tents I stopped by to visit with people I know and respect or the number of warm, joyous hugs I received.  From ONYX Pearls (my lovely base camp), MAsTONYX, TES, The NE Puppy and Handler Contest, and more I was a small part of a larger, vastly diverse, beautiful extended family!

I'm honestly not sure how it happened!  LOL  I never set out with the intention to win anyone.  Not my style and definitely NOT my skill set.  ~shrug~  I can only be me for better or worse.  I've simply spent the last three years open to positive, honest, authentic connections as I traversed a myriad of classes, munches, discussion groups, and events in NYC.

Under the shadows of historic old buildings in Chelsea, I found a flurry of Introductions, New Connections, New Beginnings, Friendship, Laughter, Love, Learnings, Growth, and most of all...COMMUNITY ~whew~ My mind and heart are full! Full!! FULL!!! of MUCH Joy and Happiness.  ")  I am truly truly humbled and blessed.

I have found a place here, and so many of you are the reason it feels a bit like home.  Thank you!  I look so very forward to continuing this journey with you in both big and small ways.  ~HUGS~

All The Best to You!!!
~DominaKat

P.S.  My only feedback would be...please oh Fabulous Folsom organizers, add more food vendors!  I was craving food stands and trucks something FIERCE!  LOL

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