K is for kneeling
There is something wonderful about kneeling. As a submissive, I want opportunities to demonstrate who and what I am. Kneeling is one of those. But kneeling on its own is somehow not enough. I need to be naked while I kneel before him, while he is clothed. Opportunities like that don’t come along every day, but when they do they should be taken and enjoyed.
The only real problem is that this older submissive has knees that don’t really like kneeling. Plus a back which gets stiff easily. Getting down onto the floor to kneel is easily, getting back up is another thing entirely.
So while I love the idea of kneeling and jump at the chance to do so. It isn’t something I can do for long periods of time. Luckily this submissive doesn’t have a dominant who insists I spend my life kneeling. Though he too loves it when I do. Kneeling on the bed however is a whole different pursuit entirely. Especially when clamps are attached to your labia and your ankles secured to a spreader bar. But then that is a different story too.
