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 Need to Worship

Most days I handle business like a champ and get done what needs to get done if not more.  Then there are other days.  Today is/was one of those days.  The ONLY thing that consumes my mind is having THAT dick in my mouth.  Not for just a few minutes.  Naaaa...I want His dick in my mouth for fucking hours.

I.
Fucking.
Crave...

The sight of Him hard and ready, silently demanding I get to work like a good whore.

That first sexy earthy taste of Him on my greedy tongue.

The feel of that baby soft skin stretched tight over blood-flooded dick as it slides through my hungry lips.

The intoxicating scent of Him as my nose presses up against His base while I try to breathe with the head of His dick jammed down my throat. 

The sound...oh fuck yessss...those sloppy, messy, nasty sounds of suction and saliva when I release His head, the slurps of the excess spit drenching His meat, of gags and coughs after He grabs a fist of my hair and holds himself against the back of my throat for way longer than I can cope with gracefully, 

All.
Of.
THAT.  

I need with an urgency that borders on desperate...  

To drag my lips across His rigid flesh.
To lick and taste His very essence.
To bath Him with my hot tongue.
To nibble at that sensitive head.
To nuzzle against that soft dark pubic hair.

To hollow my cheeks around His warm full width.
To tease my teeth lightly along His shaft.
To flick my tongue against Him in the most primitive of dances.
To suck and swallow the length of Him again and again and again—over and over until I lose track of time.
To gag and choke as I sacrifice my very breath for His pleasure.

I need...

To surrender myself at the alter between His legs.
To fucking worship Him and His dick.
With my devotion and my prayers and my tears.
Until He baptizes my mouth and my throat and my spirit.
In the hot river of cum I swallow.  

And there...

Resting against His steady thigh.
With my damp cheeks, bruised mouth, and smiling, cum-stained lips.
His fist still in my hair.
Look up at His contentment, and
Thank Him for the pleasure of serving Him.
~DominaKat

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