Asking for it

By on July 16, 2016.

“Kneel down my pretty slut”

There are a multitude of different versions of this sentence but when said to me by Michael they all have the same effect. My eyes sparkle, a wicked smile plays upon my lips and little jolt of heat throbs between my thighs. They are words to turn me on.

I am not always the obedient type though. It is not unusual when he says something like this for me to drop my shoulders and tilt my chin in defiance. Not always mind you, sometimes I will sink happily to my knees but sometimes I need, no I want, him to put me there. Not with words but with actions.

Kneeling is not something that is part of a protocol or routine. You are never going to find me kneeling quietly in the corner waiting for him to grace me with his attention, or not. You will however find me on my knees sucking his cock because in my mind the two are perfectly matched companions.

I love sucking cock. The possible positions to do it in are numerous but on my knees with his hands in my hair, looking up his body watching him watch his dick slide in and out of my mouth is the fucking hottest. I do like being able to use my hands but I have to say, having my hands tied behind my back also works for me. It just adds to the whole power imbalance of the situation in ways that make me squirm when I think about it.

There are of course other reasons to kneel. He wrote about one such time here Called on the Carpet. The act of kneeling for me is inherently hot. It emphasis our dynamic, it makes me feel physically submissive to him. Having said that I don’t think it is just about being on my knees, because laying on the floor beneath him or even on the bed as he kneels over me all result in similar feelings and responses. Him being physically dominant, bigger and stronger is hugely important for me and anything that heightens that physical disparity between us really taps into the core of my submissive kink. I am, when it comes down to it, his cock hungry, cum loving, filthy slut and nothing says that more than being down on my knees in front of him asking for it.

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  1. I do enjoy it when a man gets on his knees for me. There is a particular thrill that comes when he does so of his own volition, before being – or wthout having to be – told. Mrawr.

    As to your description of looking up over his body while sucking his cock: Ditto. I am keen on watching his face, and my eyes love to track all the twitches and trembles in his body, knowing it’s my mouth and hands making him lose control. YUM. 🙂
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  2. Kneeling, for me, quietens my mind. It’s not often, that in that position, defiance will be present. I do feel small, I do feel subjugated, his physicality exagerated. It’s one of the places where I’m most at peace.

    I love the sensuality of this photo, and the beautiful curves accentuating your breasts.

    xxx
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  3. So I’m reading this at work and can do nothing about the feelings this elicited! The last paragraph sums it all up nicely.

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