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 teeth and bare hands...He stained my skin. Again and again and again. His thorough Use of my throat and cunt. His spit Branding me. His Cum my Communion. His Initiation of Paddle Strikes dropping me humbly to my knees.
Claiming.
Claiming.
Claiming.
I was never the fuckin same.
In the days that followed, I treasured every sign and memory of His Taking. Stroked the bruises. Basked in the aches. I longed to tattoo every mark He'd left on my body, an external representation of the irreversible impression He'd left on my soul.
Few men have touched me.
Fewer men have left a single mark, and it sure wasn’t for lack of trying.
It was as if my very cells only acknowledged, accepted, and Honored from Him what it had persistently refused others, Only He has covered me with His Claim, forever inking my heart and soul.
Over the years, He has continued His Claim of me, expanding His Reach and Depth and Rights.
He reinforced His Choosing of me with a litany of bruises just days later, sending me to a large lifestyle gathering with His unquestionable public Signature. It was clear to friends and strangers alike. Someone had marked me as Their Territory.
Then there are the intimate Claims, His Taking of me when and how He desires and my surrender to His Carnal Hungers.
His Divine Grace in the frequent Sacrament of His Pleasure. The taste of Him flooding my mouth. Bruised, cum-drenched lips from hours of Worshipping at the Altar of His beautiful, thick Dick.
My cum-bathed holes. My dripping cunt. My tight, quivering asshole, stretching to accommodate Him. Claimed. Owned. All Bonded solely to Him.
After He starkly Claimed me with His Words, He seized Owner Privileges to Baptize me. Kneeling at His Feet, i basked in the scent and heat of His hot Piss as it poured over my flesh. His Primal Marking of His property igniting an orgasm from my mind, body, and soul.
But there were also the simplest of Claims that irrevocably Bound my heart to Him.
The precious soft black ribbed tanks that I slept with in the early days that Pressed into my cheeks.
The simple locc band that encircled my wrist when He went under for surgery.
My routine yet Holy Prayers of Service to Him. The scent of Him seeps into me as I care for His Loccs, massage His Hallowed Flesh, oil His Beard, fold His Clothes, make His Tea and Meals, sleep next to Him at night, care for Him in the most fundamental ways…live, love, and breathe our life together.
I look at this Beautiful, Sexy Man sleeping next to me, and my soul breaks. Tears even sometimes slip down my cheeks as my love for my Owner overwhelms me in the quiet peace of the night.
Some may stack bruises, BDSM/sex acts, and collars like souvenirs from an amusement park or treat service like chores, but I do not take His Gifts to me or our Lifestyle choice lightly. While i absolutely find pleasure, joy, and serene peace in what we do, none of it is a causal game simply to entertain or take up space between other obligations. i Appreciate and Honor signs of Bonds, Claims, and Ownership. It's why i was so...restrained in how much access and vulnerability i allowed a man.
No one has had this level of Rights to me, but to Him, from the beginning, i surrendered access to whatever He desired to Take.
Every moment, every touch, bruise, mark, sexual desire, service, protective measure, act—each a Symbol of a cherished Blessing that i hold in absolute Sacred Reverence because of All they represent…
His Want, Desire, and Lust of me.
His Authority to Take, Demand, Have anything and everything that i am.
His Dominance to Protect, Nurture, Guide, and Use His property.
my submission to His Pleasure and Pain.
my service to His Body, His Mind, His Home, and His Life.
my surrender to obey and align my heart, body, and soul to my Owner’s Will.
His Loyalty and Trust.
my loyalty and trust.
The Evolution of His Dominance
The transformation of my surrender.
Our Faith and Commitment.
To one another.
To This…exchange of Power and Authority.
At His command, i humbly knelt in the cool morning grass before Him in surrender to Everything He Is, and when He locked His collar for me around my neck, its weight held all of this as a Revered Symbol of…
His Claim and Ownership of me.
Being His Owned property.
My submission, service, surrender are often imperfect, but my commitment to Him never falters. Every Sign He provides only reinforces and strengthens my Faith in and Oath to Him. Even if he were to release me, the Truth would not change…from the moment our eyes met, i have and always will be His.
~DominaKat
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 teeth and bare hands...He stained my skin. Again and again and again. His thorough Use of my throat and cunt. His spit Branding me. His Cum my Communion. His Initiation of Paddle Strikes dropping me humbly to my knees.
Claiming.
Claiming.
Claiming.
I was never the fuckin same.
In the days that followed, I treasured every sign and memory of His Taking. Stroked the bruises. Basked in the aches. I longed to tattoo every mark He'd left on my body, an external representation of the irreversible impression He'd left on my soul.
Few men have touched me.
Fewer men have left a single mark, and it sure wasn’t for lack of trying.
It was as if my very cells only acknowledged, accepted, and Honored from Him what it had persistently refused others, Only He has covered me with His Claim, forever inking my heart and soul.
Over the years, He has continued His Claim of me, expanding His Reach and Depth and Rights.
He reinforced His Choosing of me with a litany of bruises just days later, sending me to a large lifestyle gathering with His unquestionable public Signature. It was clear to friends and strangers alike. Someone had marked me as Their Territory.
Then there are the intimate Claims, His Taking of me when and how He desires and my surrender to His Carnal Hungers.
His Divine Grace in the frequent Sacrament of His Pleasure. The taste of Him flooding my mouth. Bruised, cum-drenched lips from hours of Worshipping at the Altar of His beautiful, thick Dick.
My cum-bathed holes. My dripping cunt. My tight, quivering asshole, stretching to accommodate Him. Claimed. Owned. All Bonded solely to Him.
After He starkly Claimed me with His Words, He seized Owner Privileges to Baptize me. Kneeling at His Feet, i basked in the scent and heat of His hot Piss as it poured over my flesh. His Primal Marking of His property igniting an orgasm from my mind, body, and soul.
But there were also the simplest of Claims that irrevocably Bound my heart to Him.
The precious soft black ribbed tanks that I slept with in the early days that Pressed into my cheeks.
The simple locc band that encircled my wrist when He went under for surgery.
My routine yet Holy Prayers of Service to Him. The scent of Him seeps into me as I care for His Loccs, massage His Hallowed Flesh, oil His Beard, fold His Clothes, make His Tea and Meals, sleep next to Him at night, care for Him in the most fundamental ways…live, love, and breathe our life together.
I look at this Beautiful, Sexy Man sleeping next to me, and my soul breaks. Tears even sometimes slip down my cheeks as my love for my Owner overwhelms me in the quiet peace of the night.
Some may stack bruises, BDSM/sex acts, and collars like souvenirs from an amusement park or treat service like chores, but I do not take His Gifts to me or our Lifestyle choice lightly. While i absolutely find pleasure, joy, and serene peace in what we do, none of it is a causal game simply to entertain or take up space between other obligations. i Appreciate and Honor signs of Bonds, Claims, and Ownership. It's why i was so...restrained in how much access and vulnerability i allowed a man.
No one has had this level of Rights to me, but to Him, from the beginning, i surrendered access to whatever He desired to Take.
Every moment, every touch, bruise, mark, sexual desire, service, protective measure, act—each a Symbol of a cherished Blessing that i hold in absolute Sacred Reverence because of All they represent…
His Want, Desire, and Lust of me.
His Authority to Take, Demand, Have anything and everything that i am.
His Dominance to Protect, Nurture, Guide, and Use His property.
my submission to His Pleasure and Pain.
my service to His Body, His Mind, His Home, and His Life.
my surrender to obey and align my heart, body, and soul to my Owner’s Will.
His Loyalty and Trust.
my loyalty and trust.
The Evolution of His Dominance
The transformation of my surrender.
Our Faith and Commitment.
To one another.
To This…exchange of Power and Authority.
At His command, i humbly knelt in the cool morning grass before Him in surrender to Everything He Is, and when He locked His collar for me around my neck, its weight held all of this as a Revered Symbol of…
His Claim and Ownership of me.
Being His Owned property.
My submission, service, surrender are often imperfect, but my commitment to Him never falters. Every Sign He provides only reinforces and strengthens my Faith in and Oath to Him. Even if he were to release me, the Truth would not change…from the moment our eyes met, i have and always will be His.
~DominaKat
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