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The dark side of “growing through’ sexual abuse…

Growing Pains of a Holistic Domme

 

I didn’t know what I meant to you.
I didn’t know my influence.
With your consent, I used you to feed my demons.
The greatest sin in all this is leaving you for years in between sessions knowing full well the impact such a void would leave on an already broken impressionable heart.
To my first subs, I Apologize.
I apologize for leaving you how my first abusers left me after relieving themselves, thus perpetuating the cycle of emotional/psychological manipulation thru sexual abuse.
In this walk of B.D.S.M there’s a fine line between predator & prey.
To be as close to “fair” as humanly possible, your innocence.. yearning for acceptance & mothering made you the perfect prey. In retrospect I would in turn become your beloved predator.
The Lair.. Mantling the Human

 

 

Like the Owl mantling it’s prey, I would shield you. With our Egoic Death imminently approaching.. As the grip tightens around your dainty throat, each breath more shallow than the next, lips loosen, more fingers your orifice(s) receives.. next breath, wrist twist, whole hand engulfed in your seas, Fully received, voice squeals, I loosen my grip long enough to permit air in your lungs, intently glaring into glossy eyes I COMMAND thee, “BITCH BREATHE!”

Breath Play/Asphyxiation
Slow deep & controlled, her eyes gloss, a single tear falls as she smirks, open hand face smack, grip tight once more as i shove my tongue so deep i graze her tonsils, wrist twists, she grinds. FULL STOP.
*tilts head*
Have i given you permission to fuck me back, YET?! A moment of fear wrapped in arousal overcomes her. She knows her Domme isnt pleased. Her cum she attempts to hold. Dopamine, floods as her cheeks turn from pink to  flusterered ruby.. BITCH BREATHE! Wrist twists, she shakes..
**tilts head, She snarls**
You want me to own you, me? One who has yet to take claim of her own divinity by birthright. You lay there, yielding your all to me.. her? In this moment i wonder who’s really in “control” here?
D/s (Dominant/Domme [Feminine Dominant] during a scence or B.D.S.M Play) Lower cased letter denotes status in relationship or hierarchical dynamic. Dominant/submissive (D/s), Master/slave (M/s) etc
Untwist.. losing my grip, “dont let her see your human Dragonfly.. she won’t respect you if you do. Stay present like that shit you preach in them yoga classes & social media posts.. Demons taunt..”
Internal Conflict Ceases..
“Your tears will go great as seasoning in my spaghetti sauce!! She licks..”
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For the last year I have observed both the rise & demise of “seemingly powerful” unions of the aware community community. Unions that were once financially lucrative while spiritually comatose. Crumbling because their foundations were built on trauma but was never addressed properly.  Ive observed abuse of power by D-types & for lack of better words, I was appalled. Even moreso the out of pocket nature of subs is just.. It reflects poorly on their D’s leadership abilities. So I wrote this piece as both the observer & active participant in the fuckery. I Am no better or worse than those who abuse their authority as Dominant. But I will say this, If at any point I feel myself being pushed beyond what I’m emotionally or psychologically equipped to handle from a respectful but firm standpoint, I will remove myself from the sub’s grasp completely. As I teach my students from the first day on the mat, as well as my potential Intimacy Surrogate partners, Self Preservation Is the first & most imporant law of Nature. And believe you me, I Will leave you alone cold turkey if it means my freedom, sanity, or livelihood is at stake, PERIOD. Decorum, consent, respect are all #1 under my leadership & are non-negotiable. Everything else is negotiable. Furthermore, I require Balance & Moderation in ALL things I touch especially MY subs in training..

Find Your Center…
Benediction..
Its kind of strange being a medium whose entire essence is built on one foot being planted firmly in the physically while the other simultaneously dances with the deceased. And as we enter the season of death by Scorpion, the Reaper within rises. Scythe sharpened & greased ready to harvest that which she’s worked all year to reap the benefits of. She’s ready to collect without apology.
Don’t Fear the Reaper babygirl/boy within….
She’s been here before. Year after year, prey after prey the colder she grows but on the contrary her heart warms. Not for those outside but the compassion she has for her own perceived demons is what keeps the proverbial fire burning within..

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Hail Mary!!!! of Magdalene that is…

Because you need new material, here’s a bone.

If you need quality healing you’re going to have to seek a seasoned professional. They say “hoes be winning these days” but here’s the kicker.. We never stopped!! Forced underground like the majick of our ancestors, we “Divine Whores” lay faithfully in wait of His great return..

 

It was our sacrifice that helped to Keep your picture perfect families in tact due to bullshit patriarchal hidden in plain sight, throw a rock hide ya hands boys will be boys under the rug sweeping backwards assed norms… For hundreds of years the whores have played “good girls” long enough. We watched our mother’s mother’s stick & stay for the APPEARANCE & the stability of that “D,” but no more. The sacredly divine Whore, respectfully referred to as the descendants of Mary Magdalene or her “dark side” of Lillith.. Medusa to Athena/Juno are here to serve, destroy & restore the rise of Our Great Mother. She has awakened within man as well given the great rise to Eunuch and to the Homosexual male, i salute your rise into power taking on this task of restoring balance from the inside-out. You won’t have to suffer much longer as with the Divine Whore now days we put it ALL out front..

As for the fall of good guys/gals they will now go into the shadows of their decency & morality. We’re in a time where everything must flip. Those who bought into the “good girl” narrative thus suppressing her calling into initiation from the divine Whore herself, she’s praying for a way out. The reality of this grave mismanagement of gift will cost her her livelihood, family, health or worse her sanity… But woe to the whores who followed his/her loins down the dark path of whoredom.. You may now take your throne with pure heart. Shamed, shunned, chastised & ostracized you are finally gaining the recognition you’ve always deserved. Your inheritance awaits.

Funny thing is that now all the lives youve touched, orally, anally, vaginally will no longer require physical contact. As you’ll soon realize all we have to do is embrace ourselves, clean up how we view our work, forgive the process that which created such a beautiful mess & like well, majick, we rise.. So yes, hoes be winning these days because we know what its like to lose. We’ve been playing psychotherapist to your spouse for 400years so noone knows the mind of Man better than the Whore sent here to set him free. We never shame those who seek true baptism by fountain or look down on them for wanting to explore our orifices like the nomadic entities they’ve always been. No, those were the “good girls” back in the good old days but now its OUR time to fly high.. tis the season ladies.. Happy Whoring!!!!

Yours Truly, Mother/Sister/Mistress
Saint Mary Magdalene…

This has been the Dragonfly Affect, thank you for Receiving, now share.

 

Old habits die hard… Or so they say

Perhaps we were too much alike & that’s what led to our inevitable demise. A foundation built on sexual trauma, fueled by mistrust of the divine feminine while drunk on her essence. Utmost Respect for the divine masculine while suppressing his hunger to feast at wil.. Or was it the denial that these two energies were one in the same. Two sides of the same coin.. similar to that of a scientific experiment conducted on a proton being spliced into two WHOLE halves only to realize there’s is NO such thing as separation.. Continue reading Old habits die hard… Or so they say

Black womban, Insatiable.

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Drinking from another woman creates an insatiable thirst.

Observing orgasmic convulsions from another woman creates an image only comparable to that of waves in the ocean.

The arch of her spine starts at the neck. Which looks as if the brain & lower spinal cord are uniting for the first time.. electrically. And the “waves” in between creates the arching motion.. gently, and with each flick of the tongue to her clitoris, grip of the thigh, caress of her calves, the arch deepens. Her voice jumps an octave, and the earth-quakes. Tsunami.

Black woman, insatiable. #waves #darkYogi #theDragonflyAffect

Dark Love…

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Most beautiful Boogeyman..

Til you play in the shadows of your mind, love, you’ll never be free.. So when you’re ready, I challenge you to Come die with me.. For in death, love has no expiration date.. In my hearts home, i offer you everlasting death/life.. But only when YOU are ready.. til then, Look for me in the shadows of your mind. Love YOU there, first.. So The rest can align..

Signed- Your favorite nightmare ?? #balance #darkYogi #boogeyman #theDragonflyAffect #undertakeYah

It’s okay to choke me baby… Here, Let me explain why.

Lil Red & The Big Bad Wolf…

Finding Light Within Shadows…

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By: The Dark Yogi

 

Without going too far into detail, I knew May 2016 was going to be the beginning/ending of a chapter… The beginning/ending of an era.. The death/birth of a being.. no, an entity bigger than myself. A movement of sorts…. But first, parts of the hyper-aware conscious/yang left-brained self, needed to be sacrificed… That harsh cold hyper-judgmental part of self.. the hyper-discernment (not hypervigilant because there’s a difference… trust!) All the rules I set for myself.. boundaries I vowed to NEVER cross… I, with all the vigor & self-righteousness of a southern Baptist bible belt raised Virgo, with one swig of a bottle, I forsaked them all!!!  This short story, was the initiation… the joining of the heart ceremony… shadow-self & the light… when predator met the perfect prey… oh yeah, and the consummation of our “Unholy Matrimony” between two souls of female African descent on the banks of America’s very own Nile… Now, Prepare to sip your judgmental tea while reading such alluring FILTH…

THERE’S YOUR WARNING.  Continue reading It’s okay to choke me baby… Here, Let me explain why.