Kitten,

I’ve been thinking today of how it satisfies me to see you on your knees. Simply commanding you to kneel pleases me. I like knowing that you’ll obey instantly, that you’ll treat it as a duty to be performed without question.

I want you on your knees. I want to tell you to kneel and see you drop to the floor and then wait for me to stand in front of you. It isn’t merely the sensation of your lips around my cock, as nice as that is. Even more, it’s the complete obedience, the willing submission. There are other things I do to you that are harder for you, more painful, more demanding. But there’s something about the simple act of kneeling that’s particularly, beautifully, submissive.

As much as I love to pull you down onto my lap in the car and make you suck my cock while I’m driving, making you kneel for me is even better. Some night, I’m going to pull the car over and get out, open your door, and tell you to step out and kneel on the ground while I fuck your mouth. It will happen in the bedroom, in a quiet park at night, in a hotel room. Every chance I get, I’m going to make you kneel and service your dom.

The first time we have an audience, Kitten, the first thing you’ll do in front of them will be to kneel for me. Kneel, and worship my cock, and lose yourself in it while they watch you and appreciate how you surrender to it.

If you were here right now, Kitten, you’d be kneeling. And it would be a long time before I let you up.

Kneel, Kitten.

Sir