I need to be told to kneel.
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Not gently. Not lovingly. I need it said with weight, with finality. A command that cuts through the static in my chest and drops me to the floor before I even realize I’ve moved.
I need the scrape of concrete or tile beneath my knees, the bite of discomfort anchoring me to the present. I need to feel it...physically so I remember I’m here. So I remember I’m yours.
I want my posture corrected. Not with kindness...with firm purpose. Your hand at the back of my neck, pressing me straighter. Fingers curled under my chin, dragging my gaze up when I try to look away. “Eyes on me,” you growl and my thighs clench. I’m shaking, not from fear, but from relief.
I need structure. I need to be told what to do. How to breathe. How to hold myself. I need to be spoken to like I belong to someone... because right now, I don’t feel like I belong anywhere.
I want rules. Sharp ones. Edges I can bruise myself against. I want to be contained, bracketed, owned. I want to cry because you’re not soft....but cry harder when you are.
I need to be brought to heel. Put in line. I want to be made small in the way that makes me feel safe. In the way that says, “You don’t have to hold everything anymore. I’ve got you. Now. Kneel.”
Reduce me to nothing except Yours...
I need to be stripped of this noise in my head. The overthinking. The pretending. The tightness in my throat that I carry through every damn day like it’s a job. I want to be undone by the sound of your voice alone.
I want the world narrowed down to your breath at my ear, the taste of your skin on my tongue, the sting of your palm on my ass, and the dizzying stillness that follows when you say, “Good girl.”
I need to be dominated. Thoroughly. Completely. Not because I want to feel sexy, but because I need to feel real.
Right now... I just want to kneel and finally, finally stop running.
Xoxo
A Submissive