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 ...

Reflection & a New Path

SPLF 23 represented a abrupt shift in my journey.  I wasn't prepared to be seen, to be acknowledged in the sea of humanity, to be wrapped in tight hugs. let alone be fiercely protected and held firmly side-by-side.  I was both deeply humbled and profoundly honored.  Many times.

Those five days in Dallas moved me and pushed me on another new path of transformation.

After years of pandemic coping that focused only on areas in my life I could evolve, I remembered I had a heart.

And...After years of watching how individuals moved/did not move, stood/did not stand, built/attempted to destroy, were 100% authentic/fakers of funk, driven by idealistic goals/greedy self-promotion, I realized I needed fucking space to breathe.

Since the Spring, I've been reevaluating how I move, what I give, when I should engage, where I need to be, and who I directly or indirectly offer my co-signature.  I've taken many healthy steps to create a more positive environment for myself and connected in long conversations with those I trust most to determine my best way forward.

On the unanimous advice from my personal Board of Directors and my wholehearted agreement:  As a part of my Service Whore Recovery process, Alfred is officially on sabbatical until Fall 2024 with the following exceptions: 

  1. Teaching classes/participating on panels for topics that personally resonate deeply.
  2. Personal negotiated service to those in my inner circle who have proven their willingness to co-invest in my well-being and demonstrated an instinct to protect me when needed.
It's long past time I focused solely on who and what also fills my cup.  Meaningful intentional reciprocity is a clear signal of being valued and respected.  I gave too much and didn't always get much in return.  Now I need to rebuild and fiercely protect my energy.  I don't have shit to prove to any fucking one.
~DominaKat

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