I will freely admit that I do love to see a man on his knees.
Especially a man who thought he was so strong and macho that he’d never be brought to his knees. Bring me a nice alpha male and let me play with him for a while. Let me explain exactly how I want to have him, how I want to see him just melt for me. These ever so macho alpha males try to control every little detail of their lives, and then they try to control me, too!
I want you to kneel for me.
Not for yourself, not out of a sense of obligation, but just for me. Because I want you to. Because my will demands your subservience and you cannot stand before it. I will have you on your knees before me. You will sink down, it is inevitable. And you will look up into my eyes, adoringly. For possibly the first time in your life you will exist at someone else’s pace. You don’t get to determine how fast we progress, you can’t shove events into the shape you think they should fit, and you absolutely can’t control what happens next.
On your knees before me, you can only wait.
Wait until I tell you what happens next. Wait for my smile, for my sigh, for a sign from me. Your world, once so busy, now reduced to just one thing: Me. You’ll wait on my pleasure, you’ll wait for my words, you will hang on every whisper that drops from my lips. Patience, once so foreign and obscure to you will now be your watchword.
Kneel patiently, and wait.
Because I will have you perform for me. There is no doubt about this. It only remains to be seen exactly what form my whims will take today. Will I order you to kiss my feet? Do I desire your mouth and hands worshiping my skin? Or will I tell you to suck my strapon cock? Or my lover’s cock? I can take your desires in mind, when shaping my own whims, but ultimately? I get to decide what to do with you when you’re on your knees.
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Oh I do so hope you tell me to suck on your strapon cock. I so love being on my knees, looking up at you with my pathetic puppy dog eyes, and then being ordered to kiss it, to lick it, to slide my toungue around it….then to have you grab the back of my head and pull me close and have me deep throat it, hearing you let out a sexy giggle as you hear me gag and see my eyes watering!!!!! Yes, being on my knees for you would be so much fun!!!!
Hi Harper, During our recent 3-hour call–before the “AT&T phonesex interruptus–I was on my knees for you. I think you know that. Don’t you Harper? I loved taking direction from you. Was I obedient? Especially when undergoing a self-administered spanking . . . I was on my knees then. And I was on my knees when I willingly and wholeheartedly accepted your strap-on, though you did make me gag. You enjoyed that, I could tell. Kev
Ms Harper a gentleman should always perform a courtesy for a lady. If your desire is that a man should kneel before you because your will demands it then the polite thing to do is kneel before a lady such as yourself, a woman of uncommon beauty & intelligence.It is my experience that no man can stand triumphant before the will of Ms Harper. The thought of you melting with ease the arrogance & stubborn spirit out of a misguided & arrogant macho man overwhelms my senses. I swoon & pant at the thought of you & it is my distinct pleasure to adore you. Indeed, your will does demand subservience & I cannot stand before it butI must confess that because kneeling before you is the most natural thing in the world I cannot help doing so out of some sense of obligation. An obligation to always show a lady such as yourself that I in no way shape or form think of myself as macho or alpha & know that my proper place is to kneel before you as a willing gentleman, ready & eager to always capitulate to the the whims of a goddess should you want me to.