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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Suspended

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In a spacious room outside of Youngstown, exhausted and momentarily paused on my way to to my hometown for the holidays, I find myself suspended between multiple worlds, multiple lives, multiple realities.  A strange yet insightful place.  

I haven't been alone in a hotel room since returning to "unowned" status.  The couple of times I've had a room were stuffed with people and schedules and events.  Whether it's the exhaustion dogging my body and mind or the scent of the room or the feel of the sheets against my naked flesh, I don't know, but my whore...she stirs.  I ache for the warmth of skin against my skin, the weight of a Man pushing me into the mattress, the all-consuming burn of passion and need and fire and darkness.  ~sigh~ 

Being alone is nothing new to me.  It's my security blanket.  I can exist simply in the moment without anyone else's roles, expectations, needs, or wants influencing my course.  I can be in my truth whatever that might be at the time. 

My "unowned" status nags at me tonight.  It would only take a head nod in one of the social spots downstairs to have enthusiastic company of one or several.  None of those options even tempt me.  I am not lonely.  I do, however, miss that firm weighty presence of a Dominant Owner.  

I miss...
....a Sir's concern for my well-being.
...the comfort of a Sir's protective watch.
...a Sir's vested interest in my decision making.
...the grounding a Sir's presence holds in my life.
...the fulfillment of service to a Sir.

I miss...
...being missed and wanted as woman.
...a Sir's tight fist in my hair, demanding my talents.
...feeling I am what my Sir craves to sate His soul.
...a Sir buried so deep in my body that He consumes me.
...our energy combining to create that deep sacred power. 

As I said...I am between my various worlds, lives, and realities, and in this haze a piece of me that has long been unseen and unfelt somehow rises to the surface.  Tomorrow, in the chaos of plans, family, and demands, these aches will likely fade once again.  A blessing that.  

Tonight...I'll simply be suspended.
~DominaKat

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