The 9 Service Languages | Intensive Session Wrap Up Thoughts

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...

Sunday Service

Come to church.
Join me in our reverent blessings
As your hands skim the curves of my soft heated flesh.

Nuzzle your lips against my ripe nipples.
And slide your firm fingers between the open gate of my thighs.
Feel the serenity that awaits your pulsing hard dick.

Our sacred ritual begins.
Hands, lips, and tongues dance across wanton skin.
A tangled testimony of need and desire.

I kneel and lower my body in surrender.
Across our plush alter of sheets and bedding.
And raise my ass to offer you entrance to paradise.

Sink into the warm sanctuary of my wet welcoming cunt.
Our salvation nears with each thrust of your bulging head into my tight womb.
Slick passage strokes the spiritual fires within us.

The power of our passion.
Raises us toward the sacred.
And together we sing loud our hedonistic hymns. 

Of thankful sighs.
Rejoicing grunts.
And groans of wicked homily.

With reverent prayers.
We cum together in convulsive bliss.
A mutual hot baptism baths our spent bodies.

We utter whispered thanks.
To our holy union born of raw unrestrained lust and erotic ecstasy. 
And gratefully close Our Sunday Service.
~DominaKat

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