I woke up. Looked at my phone. 7:35. Fuck...I had to be to work at 8. I flew out of bed on autopilot and into the bathroom to make some semblance out of myself before I took off out of the house. Pee. Wash face. Brush...
My only cognizant thought was...
"I didn't text M. I didn't text him first thing like I'm suppose to. I didn't...." It was screaming at me in a loop how I'd failed. I wasn't afraid of punishment....I simply mourned...I'd broken my ritual. My protocol. My...no matter what...I reach for my Owner and Daddy first thing. My failure hurt me so deeply. I wanted to sob.
I didn't have time.
I dried my hands and stumbled still on autopilot back to the bed to grab my phone.
I clicked the text icon....
At 6:17 AM...an hour and a half earlier was
"Good morning Daddy."
At 7:35 am was His ever reassuring response that connect me to Him.
A sigh rushed out of me. A half-hearted chuckle of relief. A wide-eyed daze of wonder. A tear snuck out from under my lashes as I sat absorbing what was in front of me.
I don't remember texting Him, but I did, even half asleep or still asleep. I reached for M like I've done every damn day for more than a year. That gave me a sense of peace and rightness. I laughed a little at how well trained His pet is.
My protocol was unbroken. I was content and reassured. All was right with my world.
He is my beginning and end, even unconsciously.
I am forever and always His.
~DominaKat
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Sunday, June 23, 2013
The Gift of Peace
I.
Am.
A hardheaded woman.
Well...at times.
Yes. I said it. I know it. It's not mean-spirited or cruel. It's just that there are certain concepts that take me a while to make sense of in my head and see - believe - when something means a lot. Especially when that something means...EVERYTHING.
It's not distrust. It's not doubt. It's simply my Spock side sorting through the puzzle to put the pieces together in the right pattern where I see clearly what is there.
The first time I laid at M's feet was a calling so fucking strong it left me trembling and breathless. My heart seemed to pause in wait. It is a moment that will forever be branded into my soul. My heart, my mind, my gut were all perfectly in synch urging me as never before to my destiny. There was no doubt or hesitation. I simply followed the only path before me. I slid from the cool sheets that morning in faith, in hope, and in utter helpless submission. I was His. When I finally curled around His ankle and laid my cheek on the top of His foot...I found a peace and harmony so damn deep tears slipped down my cheeks. Home. I'd finally found home at this Man's feet.
That was more than a year ago.
In countless ways since, M has reinforced that peace again and again and again. From a hand on my thigh at the movies to His tight embrace as we drift off to sleep. From the harsh slap across my face, the crop's lash across my ass, or that damn spatula's wicked smack to my thigh when He dominates His property. Every day when He texts me "Good morning pet." When he sends me the perfect song or just laughs that certain way. Or that smile he gets or the hungry look in His face for me or the way He sets His lips when He knows I'm right and doesn't want to admit it or.... So many ways I could never ever hope to list them all. He is unquestionably my Alpha and Omega. Even when we disagree or when we're in disharmony, He STILL brings me peace. ~sigh~
I embrace all this overwhelming peace in wonder and hope, cherishing the beauty of our unique blend of magic.
But my hardheaded, stubborn, analytical Spock side couldn't understand how I gave Him that same feeling of peace.
Until yesterday.
When he told me how much it meant to Him when I understood His pain and let Him vent and aided His efforts to find solutions, I finally saw what He's been trying to explain to me all along. My instinctual responses to Him bring His soul the same feeling of peace and shelter that He inspires in mine.
I know. I'm soooo damn slow sometimes. What a silly girl I am for struggling to see what was right in front of me all along.
Now that I understand, I see that my submission and my inexperience in relationships very much got in the way of my understanding this fundamental reality. I want to serve Him in any way I possibly can. Due to circumstances, it's not as often as I'd like that I can do serve in a practical sense either through service-oriented tasks or by pleasing Him with my body. I treasure every day act of submission and service He allows me. But I completely underestimated how much just my mental and emotional presence in His life comforts Him.
His pet is always right there. By His side, ready and willing to follow where He leads us. At His feet, curled contentedly and loyally. In front of Him either relentless hunting or guarding.
I finally truly get it. No...I finally feel it. Intellectually I heard the theory. I just never quite could figure out how and where my presence fit into the equation with M and I. Yesterday, I finally saw that glimpse of what I give to M, and now so many things finally make sense in a way I couldn't arrange before. Finally that knot that has been tangled in me for so long has unravelled.
Owning His pet...having me always there...that comforts His soul just as being His comforts mine. ~sigh~ I'm so very honored and humbled by that. It means the world to me to be able to give Him a sense of peace and harmony. All I ever want is to please Him.
And I do. :-)
~DominaKat
Am.
A hardheaded woman.
Well...at times.
Yes. I said it. I know it. It's not mean-spirited or cruel. It's just that there are certain concepts that take me a while to make sense of in my head and see - believe - when something means a lot. Especially when that something means...EVERYTHING.
It's not distrust. It's not doubt. It's simply my Spock side sorting through the puzzle to put the pieces together in the right pattern where I see clearly what is there.
The first time I laid at M's feet was a calling so fucking strong it left me trembling and breathless. My heart seemed to pause in wait. It is a moment that will forever be branded into my soul. My heart, my mind, my gut were all perfectly in synch urging me as never before to my destiny. There was no doubt or hesitation. I simply followed the only path before me. I slid from the cool sheets that morning in faith, in hope, and in utter helpless submission. I was His. When I finally curled around His ankle and laid my cheek on the top of His foot...I found a peace and harmony so damn deep tears slipped down my cheeks. Home. I'd finally found home at this Man's feet.
That was more than a year ago.
In countless ways since, M has reinforced that peace again and again and again. From a hand on my thigh at the movies to His tight embrace as we drift off to sleep. From the harsh slap across my face, the crop's lash across my ass, or that damn spatula's wicked smack to my thigh when He dominates His property. Every day when He texts me "Good morning pet." When he sends me the perfect song or just laughs that certain way. Or that smile he gets or the hungry look in His face for me or the way He sets His lips when He knows I'm right and doesn't want to admit it or.... So many ways I could never ever hope to list them all. He is unquestionably my Alpha and Omega. Even when we disagree or when we're in disharmony, He STILL brings me peace. ~sigh~
I embrace all this overwhelming peace in wonder and hope, cherishing the beauty of our unique blend of magic.
But my hardheaded, stubborn, analytical Spock side couldn't understand how I gave Him that same feeling of peace.
Until yesterday.
When he told me how much it meant to Him when I understood His pain and let Him vent and aided His efforts to find solutions, I finally saw what He's been trying to explain to me all along. My instinctual responses to Him bring His soul the same feeling of peace and shelter that He inspires in mine.
I know. I'm soooo damn slow sometimes. What a silly girl I am for struggling to see what was right in front of me all along.
Now that I understand, I see that my submission and my inexperience in relationships very much got in the way of my understanding this fundamental reality. I want to serve Him in any way I possibly can. Due to circumstances, it's not as often as I'd like that I can do serve in a practical sense either through service-oriented tasks or by pleasing Him with my body. I treasure every day act of submission and service He allows me. But I completely underestimated how much just my mental and emotional presence in His life comforts Him.
His pet is always right there. By His side, ready and willing to follow where He leads us. At His feet, curled contentedly and loyally. In front of Him either relentless hunting or guarding.
I finally truly get it. No...I finally feel it. Intellectually I heard the theory. I just never quite could figure out how and where my presence fit into the equation with M and I. Yesterday, I finally saw that glimpse of what I give to M, and now so many things finally make sense in a way I couldn't arrange before. Finally that knot that has been tangled in me for so long has unravelled.
Owning His pet...having me always there...that comforts His soul just as being His comforts mine. ~sigh~ I'm so very honored and humbled by that. It means the world to me to be able to give Him a sense of peace and harmony. All I ever want is to please Him.
And I do. :-)
~DominaKat
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
What I Hate About Love
Love...fuck...I ran from you for so fucking long. I didn't want to be vulnerable ever again when time had proven over and over that the only thing you fucking ever led me to were fools who would would eventually dismiss or trample on my worth or who would would believe me a deaf, dumb, and blind. Augh...the love you showed me was not kind or hopeful or sweet or tender. Every time you found me, I had to be strong and fight. I had to do battle, and I always fucking lost. Rarely did you even give me a moment of the beautiful side of you. But deep down, past those nasty hardened scars and ugly rough gouges you'd brought me, after 20 years of being either your victim or on the run, I fucking face the fact that I desperately yearned for your presence in my life and needed...I so needed to find that fairy tale love you told of when I was little. lol Am I the eternal damn masochist or what?
I couldn't help it. I couldn't deny it anymore. Nothing else would do. I yearned for you because I fucking deserved a god damn fairy tale. I DESERVED the fucking best you bitch!!! After EVERYTHING you've done, after losing so fucking much, I wasn't going to ever fucking settle for the scraps or the bullshit or the lies or the carelessness or the abuse you had fed me my entire adult life. I never do much half-assed in my life. Instead of staying safe on the surface and towards the shore, I waited until the tide and wind were perfect to dive off the cliff into your deep sea to find what you had for me. Because I fucking deserve the BEST you have to give! I've fucking given the best kind of love again and again. I am one amazing fucking woman that ANY man would be proud to have at His side and at His back.
Yes...I hear your smart mouth you fickle bitch. Yes...I had to be brave enough to fight for that kind of love. I had to be willing to risk my shattered, bruised soul once again on a chance. But tell me why the fuck do you make shit so hard on the strongest?!?
For you, I've fucking bled my heart out and lost touch with my soul for so many god damn years.
And now...For you, I try desperately to fight off the brutal lessons you've hammered so viscously into me. I do everything I possibly can in the most vulnerable place I've ever been in to slay the shit ton of dragons you've had stalking and terrifying me since my last attempts to work with you. Fuck...for all the beauty and wonder and joy and tenderness you've brought me this time...you can't somehow call off those fucking beasts? You can't somehow give me the strength, the wisdom, or the tools to somehow conquer those bastard demons? No...I'm simply fucking alone with them howling in laughter and glee at my insecurities and fears.
Thanks for the help this time around.
~DominaKat
I couldn't help it. I couldn't deny it anymore. Nothing else would do. I yearned for you because I fucking deserved a god damn fairy tale. I DESERVED the fucking best you bitch!!! After EVERYTHING you've done, after losing so fucking much, I wasn't going to ever fucking settle for the scraps or the bullshit or the lies or the carelessness or the abuse you had fed me my entire adult life. I never do much half-assed in my life. Instead of staying safe on the surface and towards the shore, I waited until the tide and wind were perfect to dive off the cliff into your deep sea to find what you had for me. Because I fucking deserve the BEST you have to give! I've fucking given the best kind of love again and again. I am one amazing fucking woman that ANY man would be proud to have at His side and at His back.
Yes...I hear your smart mouth you fickle bitch. Yes...I had to be brave enough to fight for that kind of love. I had to be willing to risk my shattered, bruised soul once again on a chance. But tell me why the fuck do you make shit so hard on the strongest?!?
For you, I've fucking bled my heart out and lost touch with my soul for so many god damn years.
And now...For you, I try desperately to fight off the brutal lessons you've hammered so viscously into me. I do everything I possibly can in the most vulnerable place I've ever been in to slay the shit ton of dragons you've had stalking and terrifying me since my last attempts to work with you. Fuck...for all the beauty and wonder and joy and tenderness you've brought me this time...you can't somehow call off those fucking beasts? You can't somehow give me the strength, the wisdom, or the tools to somehow conquer those bastard demons? No...I'm simply fucking alone with them howling in laughter and glee at my insecurities and fears.
Thanks for the help this time around.
~DominaKat
Sunday, June 16, 2013
How to Love a Man
A few basic ideas....
Put him first. Love is not an act of selfishness. You take care of each other full time, not part-time when it's only convenient. When two people love each other, you put each other first. That positive cycle feeds your relationship exponentially over and over and over.
Raise UP your man. Not just publicly, but privately as well. Do not tear him down. Do not pull him down to make your sins appear less or to make yourself feel better. A strong woman does WHATEVER she can to strengthen Him and to help Him succeed everyday. She helps him achieve His goals not destroy them. She has His fucking back no matter what.
Be respectful of Him and your relationship. This is an integral part of the first two, but it still needs to be said and looked at by itself. Show respect for all that you have with your words and actions to Him as well as when you're speaking to others. Respect His thoughts, emotions, needs, and desires. This means listening, understanding, and emphasizing. No...it's not always easy. And no, I'm NOT saying He's always right. But BE RESPECTFUL. Disrespect is a very slippery slope that leads to ugliness and cruelty.
Be brave enough to be honest and open with Him. No games. No manipulation. No avoidance or deceit. Lies are selfish - childish tools that crumble the foundation love is built on. Honesty and openness give Him the knowledge He desperately needs to negotiate the crazy world we live in and be the best Man He can be to you. Don't shortchange Him or yourself.
Let Him know He is wanted. Being needed is NOT the same as being wanted. Appreciate him in real time. Share physical acts that let Him know how much you want Him and see Him as a Man. Pay attention and take time to do the little things He enjoys. Careless negligence will slowly destroy a relationship. Trust me...someone somewhere WILL want what you have forgotten to appreciate and enjoy.
~sigh~ I know this isn't all there is to loving a Man. But the fundamentals are NOT that damn difficult!!! I wanted.... No, I NEEDED to put this out there. The last week I have seen some of the most cruel actions played out in relationships. I have seen decent Men be neglected, used, and battered down. So much negative has filtered into my world lately that I felt compelled to refocus on the positive. To remind myself and others that there are those out there that love each other with kindness and affection. M and I have by no means discovered a lost art. However we do our best to speak and act with intention to be the best we can for each other.
Love...it's really only a lot of common sense, but for some reason it's rare to see love live, breathe, and thrive in the real world. Why IS that?!? Especially since loving and being loved makes most of us pretty damn happy?
~DominaKat
Put him first. Love is not an act of selfishness. You take care of each other full time, not part-time when it's only convenient. When two people love each other, you put each other first. That positive cycle feeds your relationship exponentially over and over and over.
Raise UP your man. Not just publicly, but privately as well. Do not tear him down. Do not pull him down to make your sins appear less or to make yourself feel better. A strong woman does WHATEVER she can to strengthen Him and to help Him succeed everyday. She helps him achieve His goals not destroy them. She has His fucking back no matter what.
Be respectful of Him and your relationship. This is an integral part of the first two, but it still needs to be said and looked at by itself. Show respect for all that you have with your words and actions to Him as well as when you're speaking to others. Respect His thoughts, emotions, needs, and desires. This means listening, understanding, and emphasizing. No...it's not always easy. And no, I'm NOT saying He's always right. But BE RESPECTFUL. Disrespect is a very slippery slope that leads to ugliness and cruelty.
Be brave enough to be honest and open with Him. No games. No manipulation. No avoidance or deceit. Lies are selfish - childish tools that crumble the foundation love is built on. Honesty and openness give Him the knowledge He desperately needs to negotiate the crazy world we live in and be the best Man He can be to you. Don't shortchange Him or yourself.
Let Him know He is wanted. Being needed is NOT the same as being wanted. Appreciate him in real time. Share physical acts that let Him know how much you want Him and see Him as a Man. Pay attention and take time to do the little things He enjoys. Careless negligence will slowly destroy a relationship. Trust me...someone somewhere WILL want what you have forgotten to appreciate and enjoy.
~sigh~ I know this isn't all there is to loving a Man. But the fundamentals are NOT that damn difficult!!! I wanted.... No, I NEEDED to put this out there. The last week I have seen some of the most cruel actions played out in relationships. I have seen decent Men be neglected, used, and battered down. So much negative has filtered into my world lately that I felt compelled to refocus on the positive. To remind myself and others that there are those out there that love each other with kindness and affection. M and I have by no means discovered a lost art. However we do our best to speak and act with intention to be the best we can for each other.
Love...it's really only a lot of common sense, but for some reason it's rare to see love live, breathe, and thrive in the real world. Why IS that?!? Especially since loving and being loved makes most of us pretty damn happy?
~DominaKat
Saturday, June 15, 2013
I Submit
To submit honestly.
Authentically.
I must be brave.
To exchange with You.
An overwhelming power.
That could destroy me.
The sword is Yours.
It's point ever balanced at my heart.
I submit.
Reaching deep in my bones.
I gather all my strength.
To lay at Your Feet.
To trust in You.
My tender soul.
And leave myself no safety.
I am everything.
And nothing.
I submit.
The ultimate goddess.
On her knees.
Showering in Your glory.
The wretched wench.
Cum stained thighs spread wide.
As I beg for Your depravity.
Your leashed victim.
And cherished pet.
I submit.
To my unconditional love.
Refusing to hold back.
In fear.
To Our fierce passion.
That rips me in tattered shreds.
As I lose myself completely in You.
Your unrelenting warrior that follows.
An obedient dog that whimpers for Your touch.
I submit.
No fucking pride.
No damn shelter.
I bow to my King.
I submit in wonder.
I submit in hope.
I submit in love.
I bravely embrace my destiny.
With a Beast, an Owner, a Man.
I submit.
~DominaKat
Authentically.
I must be brave.
To exchange with You.
An overwhelming power.
That could destroy me.
The sword is Yours.
It's point ever balanced at my heart.
I submit.
Reaching deep in my bones.
I gather all my strength.
To lay at Your Feet.
To trust in You.
My tender soul.
And leave myself no safety.
I am everything.
And nothing.
I submit.
The ultimate goddess.
On her knees.
Showering in Your glory.
The wretched wench.
Cum stained thighs spread wide.
As I beg for Your depravity.
Your leashed victim.
And cherished pet.
I submit.
To my unconditional love.
Refusing to hold back.
In fear.
To Our fierce passion.
That rips me in tattered shreds.
As I lose myself completely in You.
Your unrelenting warrior that follows.
An obedient dog that whimpers for Your touch.
I submit.
No fucking pride.
No damn shelter.
I bow to my King.
I submit in wonder.
I submit in hope.
I submit in love.
I bravely embrace my destiny.
With a Beast, an Owner, a Man.
I submit.
~DominaKat
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
What She Was
She broke her nails against the rough brick. Tears streamed. Makeup ran in ugly smudges. A plump mouth opened wide and drooling. That slut. That whore. With her fat pale ass bouncing, in between the shadows of the alley, they fucked.
I had watched as he pushed her into the empty recess. I had watched as he grabbed her neck and forced her further away from the oblivious pedestrians. I caught my breath when he smacked her face and pushed up her shirt to grope her plump tits. He wasn't kind. The cruel bastard left marks and tugged viciously at her nipples as she whimpered. I got wet as she arched her back and spread her thighs in need. Dirty heifer. Filthy gutter slut. No shame. Not a lick. What is this world coming to? I panted when he shoved her dress up to her waist and shoved his dark hand into her hungry white snatch. I could hear the wet suck of her sloppy cunt getting pummeled. It echoed between those old crumbling buildings.
He knew what she was too. "Nasty bitch in heat." "Whore." He growled those insults at her and all she did was ride his hand like her very life depended on it. Maybe it did. As she humped against his palm, his long fingers grasped her pale throat. Her panting was silenced, but the gush of cum rained down on the garbage strewn concrete like a summer storm. It pooled between her pretty stilettos in sick proof that she was nothing but another trashy bitch willing to do whatever her man asked.
He smeared his cum soaked hand across her face and tits as he finally released her to gasp for air. He took a small step back. Behind the day's stacked garbage there stood the trembling ho with a pleading look in her eyes for more, so he gave the dumb cunt what she wanted and shoved her utters and tear stained cheek against the building. She stuck her ass high in the air begging like a dog. Fucking disgusting.
But I couldn't look away. I watched.
Them.
Fuck.
Guttural. Angry. Violent. He rutted in her brutally. His dick slammed into her again and again as he held her head against the wall. The messy pool grew larger between her shoes grew until a thin river began to make it's way to the sunlit sidewalk only feet away. "This is what you were made for, isn't it?" I heard his dark voice rumble. "I'm going to punish you even worse when we get home for being such a filthy slut," he threatened. All I could think is that she deserved it. "What woman in her right mind would do this? How many fucking times can this cunt cum?" I wondered. Another nail broke.
He snatched her by the back of her hair and pulled arching her back impossibly. Her nipples shred themselves against the ragged brick. He thrust viciously. Once. Twice. Then pulled out. His hard, black dick glistened angrily in a streak of reflected sun. He dragged her to her knees to kneel in her own cum. "Suck me dry, heifer." She didn't have a choice.
He held her head and face fucked her. I could hear her choke on the head of his dick. He punished her mouth like no man I'd ever witnessed. Spit ran from her lips and splashed across her bouncing tits. He closed his eyes and leaned back his head for a moment almost in divine wonder. Then a darkness over took his chiseled features. A sneer. A dark hellish groan. I held my breath as he shoved so deep in her throat her face was smashed against his thick mat of black public hair. I watched in stunned fascinations as that nasty bitch came again while she sucked down his thick juicy nut like a starved child.
She was the most shameless bitch I've ever seen.
She was a filthy whore taking dick in the middle of the day in an alley.
She was a two-dollar slut enjoying every moment of her demise.
Sick. Twisted.
She was...
Me.
~DominaKat
I had watched as he pushed her into the empty recess. I had watched as he grabbed her neck and forced her further away from the oblivious pedestrians. I caught my breath when he smacked her face and pushed up her shirt to grope her plump tits. He wasn't kind. The cruel bastard left marks and tugged viciously at her nipples as she whimpered. I got wet as she arched her back and spread her thighs in need. Dirty heifer. Filthy gutter slut. No shame. Not a lick. What is this world coming to? I panted when he shoved her dress up to her waist and shoved his dark hand into her hungry white snatch. I could hear the wet suck of her sloppy cunt getting pummeled. It echoed between those old crumbling buildings.
He knew what she was too. "Nasty bitch in heat." "Whore." He growled those insults at her and all she did was ride his hand like her very life depended on it. Maybe it did. As she humped against his palm, his long fingers grasped her pale throat. Her panting was silenced, but the gush of cum rained down on the garbage strewn concrete like a summer storm. It pooled between her pretty stilettos in sick proof that she was nothing but another trashy bitch willing to do whatever her man asked.
He smeared his cum soaked hand across her face and tits as he finally released her to gasp for air. He took a small step back. Behind the day's stacked garbage there stood the trembling ho with a pleading look in her eyes for more, so he gave the dumb cunt what she wanted and shoved her utters and tear stained cheek against the building. She stuck her ass high in the air begging like a dog. Fucking disgusting.
But I couldn't look away. I watched.
Them.
Fuck.
Guttural. Angry. Violent. He rutted in her brutally. His dick slammed into her again and again as he held her head against the wall. The messy pool grew larger between her shoes grew until a thin river began to make it's way to the sunlit sidewalk only feet away. "This is what you were made for, isn't it?" I heard his dark voice rumble. "I'm going to punish you even worse when we get home for being such a filthy slut," he threatened. All I could think is that she deserved it. "What woman in her right mind would do this? How many fucking times can this cunt cum?" I wondered. Another nail broke.
He snatched her by the back of her hair and pulled arching her back impossibly. Her nipples shred themselves against the ragged brick. He thrust viciously. Once. Twice. Then pulled out. His hard, black dick glistened angrily in a streak of reflected sun. He dragged her to her knees to kneel in her own cum. "Suck me dry, heifer." She didn't have a choice.
He held her head and face fucked her. I could hear her choke on the head of his dick. He punished her mouth like no man I'd ever witnessed. Spit ran from her lips and splashed across her bouncing tits. He closed his eyes and leaned back his head for a moment almost in divine wonder. Then a darkness over took his chiseled features. A sneer. A dark hellish groan. I held my breath as he shoved so deep in her throat her face was smashed against his thick mat of black public hair. I watched in stunned fascinations as that nasty bitch came again while she sucked down his thick juicy nut like a starved child.
She was the most shameless bitch I've ever seen.
She was a filthy whore taking dick in the middle of the day in an alley.
She was a two-dollar slut enjoying every moment of her demise.
Sick. Twisted.
She was...
Me.
~DominaKat
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Sacred Moments
Do you honor your Dom?
Respect Him?
Make Him your first?
Your Only?
Do you look at Him with pride?
Respect His choices not just in words or action but in your heart?
Do you honor your sub?
Respect her?
Put her above all others?
Is she your Only?
Do you look at her with pride?
Do you honor what she offers you so freely?
Do you each hold what you share together sacred?
I contemplated these questions today as I reflect back on my very long weekend with M. There are so many moments that stand out and demonstrate without question everything we mean to one another. It's never enough to simply say words. To follow with action that is natural and instinctual speaks to the truth in one's heart.
My wonderful M and I shared a number of very intimate acts that were firsts for both of us. They ranged from kinky and sexual to vanilla and practical. Yet each opportunity that He or I or we embraced touched my heart, my submission, and the most vulnerable pieces of my soul.
The most intense was actually very vanilla and not sexual. It was a moment where we both held our emotional breath, acknowledging silently what was being shared. I was so deeply touched...moved beyond words that He would honor me to such a level of intimacy and trust. Looking back, I'm surprised I didn't tremble at the time. I was humbled beyond measure. Yet I remember being so sure of the moment - so very secure in my submissive place. The feeling that pounded through my viens was "Here. Now. This." I had no question, no doubt, no hesitation in me that this was exactly where I belonged and always would belong. For me, that nearly innocent act of service was one of the most cherished moments to date with my Owner, my Dom, my Daddy, my Man. That moment was beautiful. No, it was more. It was...
Sacred.
The smallest gesture can often transcend beyond it's simplicity to express a profound love and trust that no words or grand, premeditated act can ever quite communicate so well. ~sigh~ I love that Man with reverence, and with each day I understand more how very much He loves and trusts me. Again and again, we somehow continue to grow and share our love in new ways and new depths. To be that intimate emotionally, mentally, or physically, I've never felt so strong in our love as I have in the last few days. With Him, I am so much more. My only hope is that I somehow can give Him a small bit of what He has given me.
~DominaKat
Respect Him?
Make Him your first?
Your Only?
Do you look at Him with pride?
Respect His choices not just in words or action but in your heart?
Do you honor your sub?
Respect her?
Put her above all others?
Is she your Only?
Do you look at her with pride?
Do you honor what she offers you so freely?
Do you each hold what you share together sacred?
I contemplated these questions today as I reflect back on my very long weekend with M. There are so many moments that stand out and demonstrate without question everything we mean to one another. It's never enough to simply say words. To follow with action that is natural and instinctual speaks to the truth in one's heart.
My wonderful M and I shared a number of very intimate acts that were firsts for both of us. They ranged from kinky and sexual to vanilla and practical. Yet each opportunity that He or I or we embraced touched my heart, my submission, and the most vulnerable pieces of my soul.
The most intense was actually very vanilla and not sexual. It was a moment where we both held our emotional breath, acknowledging silently what was being shared. I was so deeply touched...moved beyond words that He would honor me to such a level of intimacy and trust. Looking back, I'm surprised I didn't tremble at the time. I was humbled beyond measure. Yet I remember being so sure of the moment - so very secure in my submissive place. The feeling that pounded through my viens was "Here. Now. This." I had no question, no doubt, no hesitation in me that this was exactly where I belonged and always would belong. For me, that nearly innocent act of service was one of the most cherished moments to date with my Owner, my Dom, my Daddy, my Man. That moment was beautiful. No, it was more. It was...
Sacred.
The smallest gesture can often transcend beyond it's simplicity to express a profound love and trust that no words or grand, premeditated act can ever quite communicate so well. ~sigh~ I love that Man with reverence, and with each day I understand more how very much He loves and trusts me. Again and again, we somehow continue to grow and share our love in new ways and new depths. To be that intimate emotionally, mentally, or physically, I've never felt so strong in our love as I have in the last few days. With Him, I am so much more. My only hope is that I somehow can give Him a small bit of what He has given me.
~DominaKat
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