He Kneels
He kneels before me with his arms outstretched, his palms on the floor, fingers waiting to feel the weight of my boot
He kneels
He kneels for he knows my desires, my desires to see his submission presented to me, the power exchange we both crave
He kneels
He kneels with his ankles bound, head lowered in appreciation, the back of his latex hood as beautiful as the trust we share
He kneels
He kneels with anticipation, unknowing of what I will do to him, how I will use him for my pleasure and his
He kneels
He kneels because he thirsts for it, he thirsts to show me the control he gives up, how he offers me his mind and his body
He kneels
He kneels with his arousal noticeable, growing with expectancy, while letting his mind float with lust and gratification
He kneels
He kneels for me, his ma’am, in all of his glory, making me honored to call him mine; my submissive, my partner, my slave
This is so hot