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 ...

My Inherent Search for Power Exchange

I'm not going to bullshit.  The desire right now to be well and truly Owned by an M-type who is stronger, smarter, more capable than me is visceral.

Don't get me wrong.  It isn't overwhelming or crippling.  I continue to stand fucking STRONG in the face of this tsunami that has flooded NYC.  I am blessedly still working, and as soon as my day is done I start the work/effort of supporting the community I love so much however I can.

Of course throughout the day I also handle a myriad of tasks.  I stay informed as much as I can on the status of all the things by catching Cuomo's press conference, scrolling the news feeds, and reading the emergency notifications.  I dash out every few days for a super quick trip to the store to replenish essentials and to stretch my legs so used to eating up two miles of the concrete jungle a day.  Most of all, I virtually connect with friends and family in an endless warm loop of love, concern, compassion, and support.  I eat.  I exercise.  I meditate.

However, when the absolute eerie quiet of the night overtakes this vibrant city that never used to sleep, that whisper...that tug...that unspoken unacknowledged need deep in my soul for strong arms of a Man I believe in to wrap Himself around me stalks my spirit.

Tonight I confront my Truth.  Yes, I see it.  It's there.  No matter how capable, confident, productive, FIERCE I am...my lioness seeks and will always seek her Lion to lay beside.  To rest in the Security of His Protection.  To lean in to my Trust in His Leadership.

Until that day when He comes into my Life, my lioness will guard her own small pride to the best of her ability, experience the world, and fight the fight with her head up, her mind sharp, and her claws ready to draw blood.

Be safe.  Be well.  Stay strong.
~DominaKat

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