A kajira in service, with purpose and pleasure.
Being a kajira isn’t always what people think it is. It is not all chains, moans, and the erotic poetry of surrender. Sure, those moments exist, and they can be deeply powerful. But there’s a whole other side to submission, one that feels quiet, repetitive, and sometimes, painfully mundane.
I used to really struggle with that part.
Washing dishes, scrubbing toilets, doing laundry, it all felt so far removed from the sacredness of my submission. These were just chores. Boring, dull, vanilla tasks that I could do for anyone, anywhere. And that started to eat away at me. I felt disconnected from my role, and from the pleasure of serving. I’d go through the motions with resentment bubbling under the surface, wondering how wiping down a counter could possibly feed my submissive heart.
But then I discovered Ritual Intent,
It started as an experiment. Before cleaning the bathroom, I paused. I knelt. I closed my eyes and whispered, “This girl cleans the bathroom in pleasure of her Masters, so they may sit upon a clean throne and take a clean shower.” And something clicked. The task hadn’t changed, but I had. My mindset shifted. I wasn’t just doing a chore, I was offering my submission. My submission wasn’t lost in the boring parts of the day, it was waiting to be awakened by my intent.
Now, before each task, I ground myself with small mantras. When I serve a drink, I think (or say), “I bring this offer of hydration to my Masters, so they might quench their thirst and sustain their lives.” It sounds poetic, maybe even silly to some, but to me, it means something. It transforms the moment. Sometimes I kneel first. Sometimes I place my hand over my heart or my collar. Sometimes I just take a breath and say it in my mind. It doesn’t have to be big or dramatic. It just has to be intentional.
Because for me, being a kajira isn’t just about the power exchange. It is about the dance we do, the balance between Dominance and submission that plays out in the ordinary spaces of life. When I choose to be of use, when I give with love and devotion, when I align my actions with my purpose, that is where my submission thrives.
This path isn’t always easy. There are days I still forget, when I fall back into routine and grumble about the same tasks. But Ritual Intent pulls me back. It anchors me in my collar, reminds me of my why, and makes me feel deeply fulfilled. ecause ultimately, submission isn’t about the task itself, it is about the heart behind it. And when my heart is aligned, even scrubbing a floor becomes a prayer.