A Solstice Orgy of BDSM

In so short a time, he is my beloved. At first there was that courageous moment of revealing that attraction is present.

In 2 short weeks my world is transformed. In loving him, I am being given a pathway into the Temple of Dark Eros. I was called here without him. I am blessed he is my guide.

I am a cycle with my Goddess of celibacy until my ritual of Dedication as a Priestess of Love & Eros on February 2nd. (Imbolc/Lady Day). We ride the delectable edges of that. It supports our friendship & the flow of energy between us. I am sure my Goddess has an ironic sense of humor. We connected within days of me publicly declaring that vow.

We have been to a sacred site together for Solstice. Visiting his lovers. It turned into a BDSM orgy & a power play. I managed to be both gracious, grounded, sensually connected & to keep my clothes on.

It shocked my system to its core. It was his heart. Seeing him clearly managing energy, complex relationships, pain, & pleasure with consciousness and care that had me die to who I thought I was and be born anew trusting him as my guide in these matters.

This is his lifestyle but not his lovestyle. Intriguing yes?

At home we float in the tenderest of kisses, and dive into the depth of primal passion that marks our bodies and sears our souls.

He has offered to submit to me, and to be of service. I have only the merest inkling of what that could mean. I find myself adoring him as the sacred lover & Priestess that I am to here that in his world I reflect both the power of a Domme, and the surrender of a Sub, and the devotion of a Slave.

I feel I have entered a new country that speaks a different language, wears different costumes, and has different customs. A land that feels dangerous to me. Have I already crossed a border with no return? Will I be found out as a traitor or spy? Will I be broken & punished for my mistakes? Or guided to become one of its people?