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 ...

Lioness Shit | Post #2

She really REALLY don’t give a fuck about anything but now.  Fuck yesterday.  Fuck tomorrow.  What are we doing NOW?  She's usually not impressed with my ass unless I'm with Him.

She doesn't give a fuck about words either.  Written or spoken—blah... blah... blah fuckity blah.  Actions, scents, tastes, sounds, textures, touch, feelings, energy...that's the shit that registers.  

She’s dismissive of most of humanity, and the exact opposite when it comes to Him.  Everything to do with Him captivates her.

She holds respect for a chosen few whose energy, experience, and actions meet her standards.  Most of the world falls in the category of prey that she has no appetite to conquer.  Meh.  

I cannot reason with her.  At ALL.  I can only cage her and wait her out.  

Be Warned | She’ll rise pissed the fuck off when fun pain turns on a dime to seriously sucky pain.  I cannot be held responsible next time.  

Her softness and affection are different compared to how the other parts of me express themselves...nuzzles and licks...nuzzles and licks.

His scent soothes her. (May also soothe my lg but unknown for sure...that one lurks deep in the background most days.)

She's fiercely protective of those she loves but also understands that we all must fall before we can run.

She'll either retreat and sleep when she isn't fed or provided the opportunity to run free or she'll fuckin claw at my mind like a savage demanding an escape route.  
~DominaKat

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