I kneel to him to honor my Master and his control of me. I am here next to my bed. My knees burning. It has been a long hiatus and my body is rebelling. It is my just punishment.
My Master deserves so much more than I currently give him. He is caring and honorable. He is thoughtful of others and keeps a whole list of found-family as part of his care circle.
It is my wish to serve him in every way, every day. So, today I kneel. I picture him in front of me. His fingers pushing my chin up so my gaze is captured in his. His hot breath soon on my neck. His words, oh my god, his words etching carnal sin on my soul.
Today, I kneel, to honor but also to feel him. To know that I am wholly his chattel, his girl, his slave. That I will do as he commands, that I will choose subjugation, that I will debase myself, and that I will be as dirty as he commands. All of this, I do for him.