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Kneeling
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Kneeling Hi Sabrina here I've been in a lustful, sexual mood recently. Normally this would be my moment to make Dominance and submission (D/s) seem a little less scary and a little more normal. But, seeing as this is my space, I have something a bit different on my mind. "I would never get on my knees for a man!" "Crawling is so degrading!" I've heard/read that a few times. And if you feel that way, more power to you. We all have those things we just won't do. I respect that some women can't imagine being physically lower than a man in such a way. I, however, am a sexually submissive woman, and there's nothing I'd rather do than kneel at my Dominant's feet or, even better, crawl across the room to him. Let's start with crawling. I love how my hips sway, and if I'm naked, how exposed I become. The air kisses my wet pussy and my tight asshole. I know I look at him with smoldering eyes. Eyes that say, "What will you do to me? What next? How low will you take me?" Crawling is a visual reminder that he is the Dominant one. He's in charge, and I'm his to do with as he pleases. Just a refresher here, doing what he pleases with me gets me off. I revel in the slight pressure or even pain in my hands and knees as I crawl across tile, carpet, wood, whatever. I tilt my head back to look up at him, straining my neck a little. Sometimes, though, I keep my eyes downcast and wait. Wait for the hand on my chin that allows me to look into his eyes. Wait for the hand on my head, stroking me tenderly. Wait for the order. Wait for the moment. Wait. I'm not a patient girl, but in this moment, I wait upon his pleasure. /shivers. I'm wet just thinking about it. Sometimes, all I want is to kneel. I crawl towards him as seductively as I know how, and then I kneel, placing my head on his foot, wrapping my hand around his ankle. My small reminder to him that he is mine just as much as I am his. Sometimes I press my forehead into the top of his foot, in or out of a shoe. If his foot is bare, I may kiss the top lightly. He isn't used to such worship yet, and his breath always catches and hitches in his throat when I do that. So I do it again. I'm not a slave in the Master/slave dynamic. That's just not my personality or my desire. But in that moment, kneeling at his feet, I would do anything he wanted, anything at all. I am completely under his control, and I'm quite happy in that place. Usually, the only reason I shift position or move before he tells me to is from an aching knee. Kneeling at his feet serves two purposes. First, simply being small and vulnerable in that place stills every thought in my mind. I wait for him. I wait to submit and serve, and in that moment, serving is my sole purpose. Life becomes pretty simple and narrow in that moment. But, kneeling is also the only way I know to show my total devotion to him as my Sir, my Daddy, my Dominant, my lover, my everything. Kneeling is the most submissive thing I know how to do. That position is my way of saying, "Crush me under your boot, nudge me with your toe, command me, or ignore me, but I'm Yours to do with as You please." He's never taken his Dominance as far as I know he's capable of - these things take time, of course. But when I feel this submissive, this small, he could stretch my limits in ways I might never imagine on my own. How do I know? Because kneeling before him is when I want what I consider extreme. He's lightly slapped my face, and I cooed and oozed with desire. (Damn those wisdom teeth for not allowing more of that!) He could drag me across the room by my hair. He could force my face into the floor and fuck me with a foot on my back. He could hurt me in ways I've only seen in pictures and porn. He could, but he doesn't. Not all at once, of course. He's only just now witnessing what full submission looks like with me - sexually, I mean. The vanilla aspects of like make other submission a little more difficult sometimes. Limit stretching can't occur all at once - that's just irresponsible. I sense that he's taking his time and savoring my submission like a fine wine. Wow, got off track a little. Kneeling and crawling for him don't mean that I have no mind, that what I want no longer matters. To the contrary, crawling and kneeling to him of my own accord serve as reminders that this is exactly what I want. I'm not coerced into anything we do. And everything we do is for our mutual pleasure. I just happen to find pleasure on my knees in multiple ways. It's just my way of being the Woman,,for my ''Man'' Smile Thank You Sabrina  |
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12/13/2017 5:48 am |
Well, you are certainly a little nymph. Cheers to you and having it your way which just happens to be mine! Now.......... I need a breather after reading that. You have a creative mind and most articulate. That's always indicative of a smart gal. Kiss Kiss and Happy holidays to you and yours!
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