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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...

Zero Response Time

While I may seem calm, note the hint of a mysterious smile as I make my way Uptown. My pussy’s wet. The hot slick kind of wet that begs to be fucked. Hard. Mercilessly. ~sweet sigh~ It didn’t matter how well behaved we were...that things never got hot and heavy. My body responds to Him. If He'd bent me over the hood of the car and shoved my dress around my waist, He could have sunk nuts-deep in my hungry cunt with a single easy stroke. He would have found Heaven. That’s what happens to me around Him despite any logic or reason. He wakes the whore in me like no other. The frightening thing is...We've barely scratched the surface of us. A thousand opportunities are within our grasp if we only could reach together and indulge. So many opportunities left to be expose and explore. Damn...somehow, I managed to get even wetter. At least I'm home now and can spread my legs like a proper nasty bitch.  ~sigh~ ~DominaKat

My Self-Underappreciated Pussy & Football

Last week while crammed in a NYC streetfront pizzeria complete with another diner less than an inch from my shoulder and well in hearing range (~shrug~ city life LOL), a heated and passionate debate sparked as I took a bite of my favorite ginormous greasy slice.  Sherpa and I had somehow wound our way into discussing arguing  DEBATING female masterbation, specifically my own current lack of inspiration and desire to do so. Meh.  I get like that sometimes. Sherpa - specifically TPL - was fucking appalled.  How could I be so dismissive and unappreciative of my pussy?!? The mind-boggling yet surprisingly fantastic analogy:  Sex = football. Masturbation = watching football. If my team (partner) is IN the game (masturbation with Him present or at the very least firmly/deeply in my headspace)... Oh hell yeah...I am ALL in!  I am enthusiastic as fuck, my jersey on, and ready for MANY MANY MAAAAAANY Touchdowns!!!  There is gonna be cheering and moan...