Thoughts on kneeling

  • Julie 
I am hooded and kneeling, hands on the floor. I am wearing a collar and leash and am naked.

I’ve written a few times about kneeling, that well known symbol of submission. There are also a few images of me doing so, including the one above. That one is in a particular context that doesn’t happen often. But in this post I wrote about some of the practical issues and believe me they are real. Nearly 4 years have passed since then and I’m closer to 60 than 50. Plus medication following my breast cancer treatment has led to stiffer joints.

But I do like to kneel from time to time. There is no doubt that kneeling before Master, especially if he is clothed and I naked will always be special. It definitely does something to my head. It seems weird to say so, but it really does make me feel more submissive. I love when he reaches down and touches my hair, or when he holds my head still as I suck his cock.

In the main our symbols of submission are less overt these days. When I wrote that and other posts about kneeling we didn’t live together. Kneeling was one of those rituals that helped centre me and us back into our roles as dominant and submissive. But these days we are together pretty much all the time. In fact just a hand on my bottom, or a pull on my collar are sufficient.

However I plan to continue to kneel when it feels right or he demands it. I tend to need a cushion to kneel on and a hand to get up. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to do so nor does it mean I won’t. I’d just prefer not to kneel too much. Luckily he doesn’t tend to demand it often. which I guess makes it that bit special when he does and I do.

This post is linked to No True Way. Click below to see who else has written about kneeling this week.

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