Learning to Kneel (part two, erotic fiction)

Part one here

Dear readers of my erotica, apologies for the delay in the continuation of this story. I have been busy and unable to complete this part until now.

Please note that this post contains Dominant and submissive themes that may be offensive to some readers and pleasurable for others. This piece is possibly unsafe for work…

Now, to the story…

We met several times after our discovery of one another. There were several coffees in as many different cafes and a meeting at a bar. In between we emailed and messaged to discuss who were and what we wanted. Then he invited me to dinner. He came to my house to collect me.

As I paced somewhat nervously I heard his voice downstairs politely introducing himself to my landlady. When I greeted him at my door he carried a bag and a blue rose. This was an attention to detail, he knew that these roses were very special to me. He handed me the rose and asked if he might come in.

His gaze took in my open plan single bedroom apartment with one sweep. He placed the bag next to my coffee table, smiling as he did so.

“This is something I intend to leave here. For later.” I nodded wondering what he thought of my home. I knew it was tidy and clean although run down from age.

“You keep a good home little one.” I sighed in relaxed contentment.

“Now, will you join me for dinner?” His eyebrows rose in question and I smiled and laughed at his proffered arm. I nodded “Yes Sir, it would be a pleasure.”

It was a nice restaurant, a very nice restaurant. He ordered for us both then presented the documents we had agreed upon. I looked him deeply in the eyes before I signed. He came around beside me lifted my face to him and kissed me deeply before he also signed.

When the waiter arrived with the bottle of champagne, he took the bottle to pour our drinks himself. We were there to celebrate his asking me to be his submissive and my acceptance of him as my Dominant. I was giddy before the champagne but I knew that this was the seemingly vanilla celebration before the consummation. My giddiness stemmed from my exultance to have found one that wanted what I did. Full immersion.

Now, here I stood before him, completely naked for the first time. I was freshly showered, my hair was loose, I wore no makeup and was completely unadorned apart from my blush which deepened right to the core of me every time his eyes touched my skin.

From his position on one of my two dining chairs he smiled at me. Rising, he moved towards me and circled slowly around me. “My little one, you have accepted me as your Sir and I have accepted you as my submissive. We have signed basic contracts which we will rewrite in three months time once we have had time to get to know one another better.” He stopped in front of me eyes on mine. “You are my blank canvas with which I will create a masterpiece. I will train and adorn you as I see fit, agreed?”
“Yes Sir.” I replied.
“Good girl.” He moved to the bag he had left before our dinner. He opened the zip slowly and extracted a leather riding crop. He stepped back to the chair and moved it so that he could sit directly in front of me perhaps three feet away. As he sat I saw he held up the riding crop, sending a thrill of anticipation through me.

“Now, my little one, you will learn to kneel for me. You will kneel with knees spread shoulder width apart, seated on your feet with your palms facing up on your thighs. You will look straight ahead. You will do this gracefully. Kneel.”

I took a deep shaky breath and sank to my knees in the position he had described. I was mostly aware of how this opened my sex to him. I wondered how he felt about my nakedness. For a long time I had been regularly plucked clean of all the hair beneath my arms, legs and my sex. My sensitive skin made shaving uncomfortable and I enjoyed my visits to the waxing salon, frankly they turned me on. All that hot wax on my body…

Thwack. My backside stung.
“Where did your thoughts just go, my little one?”
“I, I…” Thwack.
“Are you here with me?”
“Yes Sir.” He now stood before me and lifted my chin to look up at him. “What was it you were thinking of?”
“Sir, I was wondering what you think of my waxing.” He looked down at my bare open mound. He traced the tip of the crop up my inner thigh to rest on my naked clitoris.
“This waxing?”
“Yes Sir.” He smiled,
“I find it quite delectable.”
“Thank you Sir.”
“Why were you concerned?”
“I, I enjoy the waxing Sir. It feels good.”
“You have a female beautician?”
“Yes Sir.”
“This is fine for now, I might think about learning this art.”

“For now, stand. We will begin again. Slower as you lower yourself, don’t just plop yourself down, place yourself, for my eyes are on you.” I stood as carefully and slowly as I could. I remembered our conversations, my eyes met his and I breathed deeply letting his Dominance enter me. With grace and strength I lowered myself to my knees as a dancer would. My hands floated to rest on my thighs my eyes straight ahead.

This time as he circled me my thoughts were focused on him. I was in my body but in this moment I was there for him alone. My pleasure was to please him. His booted foot pushed my right knee a little more to the right and a hand moved my elbow just slightly. I understood I had not found symmetry. From behind me his voice came: “Rise again little one.” I took a deep breath and rose. My core drove me upward my feet freed to elegantly find their place. I silently blessed my hours of practice alone before the mirror and my years of dance to help me achieve this easily. Yet the crop found my thighs.

“Better precious little one, but for me not you.” I blushed deeply.

“Arms behind your back palms to elbows.” I did so quickly. I heard him sigh and then he circled to stand before me and examine this pose from the front. I was so aware of my naked breasts, never as full as I would, but they were mine. I breathed deeply again, the crop came to rest beneath my left breast. He traced around this one then my right.

“These are beautiful. But you doubt it?” I bit my lip, embarrassed at being so transparent and at the discomfort of disclosure.

“Yes Sir, I feel lacking.”

“And if I tell you again that they are beautiful?” I faltered and the crop flicked across my left nipple. Heated pain seared through me followed by delicious arousal. A smile twitched at my lips.

“I would thank you Sir and express gratitude at your attention towards my sensitive breasts.” He laughed and treated my right breast to the same treatment a whimper crossed my lips.

“You are very sexy little one. We will train long and hard but not tonight, I have some other plans for the consummation of our agreement. Kneel for me once more with your hands in this position.” I took a deep breath aware of how my breasts rose toward him as I did so. Looking him right in the eyes I gently lowered myself easing my legs apart feeling proud that my naked sex pleased him and I prayed that the silken moistness I knew was covering my labia was visible to him, that he would know how much I wanted to be his.

“Little one, look how regal you are offering me your vibrant sex; so delicious, so submissive I am proud of you. Such a good girl you will be my jewel. You will wear my marks, adhere to my Dominance and shine like the graceful beauty you are. Rise now for me little one.” As I rose he flicked the crop against my clit and held it there. The sensation was so erotic I wanted to fall to my knees once again.

To be continued…

I suggest this beautiful song to express the transformation that occurs when someone chooses to explore their submission, their desire for service. The racks on our backs on which we stack our load can devour us without a Dominant to guide us. The artist, Bon Iver, is a very talented lyricist, I would say poet, as well as musician. (A note: Kumran is a reference to Qumran the site where the dead sea scrolls were discovered. For those that are unaware, this discovery in 1947 potentially challenged the canonized new testament gospels [by providing alternative gospels mostly now explained as gnostic christian beliefs which differ entirely to Christianity] and provided a rich amount of history to fill in some of the early history of Christianity… probably not the time or place to discuss right now…)

“This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization
It’s the sound of the unlocking and the lift away
Your love will be safe with me”

Learning to Kneel (part one, erotic fiction)

I would like to announce that this story has been written from an idea suggested and gifted to me by Mr. Xajow. He is a talented writer, a well-articulated, thoughtful man and Dominant. His blog contains a variety of topics, if you haven’t already please visit him at Liberate One. On a personal note I would like to sincerely thank Mr. Xajow for his ongoing support, mentorship and for being the one that initially drew my interest to wordpress and blogging.

Please note that this post contains Dominant and submissive themes that may be offensive to some readers and pleasurable for others. This piece is not particularly unsafe for work… yet…

Now, to the story…


The first time he asked me to kneel before him I thought it would be easy. After all, how often had a single look from him brought me to my knees? I remember the first time I felt this desire, before he began training me. Even then he probably saw my desire to submit, saw in my eyes the need to kneel. Since we had just met, it was too soon for me to openly submit to him, and yet, in a way, I did.

After all, these first times were meetings in public places. At the time we met I wasn’t anyone’s submissive. I was too shy for the clubs but I also knew that I didn’t want to just ‘scene’. I wanted to fully submit to a single Dominant. I wanted, needed to serve 24/7. I had tried lesser arrangements and the torture it stirred within me taught me that it was not my way. Nothing less than full commitment was enough to sate the need to serve that burned deep in my soul.

I met him by chance, or perhaps you might call it fate, at an art exhibition entitled ‘Fear and Beauty’. I was lost in an image, a black and white photograph, a nude of a woman in utter uninhibited submission.

She was posed as though she had been ordered to kneel knees spread shoulder width apart and ass resting on her ankles. Then however she had been asked to lean backwards so her upper body was exposed, her head resting lightly on the ground and her arms above her head. Her face was turned toward a low mirror. In the mirrors reflection her face was visible. Her eyes were filled with respect, love and awe as she looks up at her Dominant. Her only adornment is what I would describe as a day collar, a chunky metal chain of heavy links around her delicate neck.


Everything about her pose and facial expression spoke of her absolute, unrestrained submission, the freedom she felt and the sense that her Dominant was a man of integrity because of the deep trust and reverence reflected in her eyes.

I could not look away although I knew I had been blatantly staring at the piece for nearly an hour. Instinctively, I became aware that a man was slowly approaching me. He came to stand near enough behind me that his earthy masculine cologne entered my sensory awareness yet I still couldn’t tear my eyes from the image before me.

His presence made me acutely aware of the awkward way my feet were placed, that my lips were parted and my breath was erratic. Moistening my lips I subtly closed them, adjusting my weight I placed my high-heeled feet more elegantly and let out a sigh that I hoped was not audible.

When he spoke his voice was deep and strong, I felt it vibrate through me as he asked; “what is it about her that captivates you so?” My eyes closed and hands clenched at my side. The answer pounded in my mind but fear gripped me. I felt that my answer was the key that would unlock my deepest desires leaving me unbound, naked and terrified. I couldn’t answer because he was a stranger yet I wanted so desperately to speak the truth not a shallow lie.

He stepped a little closer towards me and spoke again in a deeper more private tone. “Breathe little one, then tell me what it is that captivates you so.”

This command weakened my knees and forced my lips to form the words I both longed and dreaded to utter: “Her submission is perfect, I wish to offer such a gift to one deserving.” The silence although momentary, roared in my ears. I had opened my eyes again and sucked in my breath feeling I had exposed myself in public to a stranger.

Again his deep commanding voice entered my body, “Such a beautiful gift little one, why does it frighten you so?”

I let his words rattle within my mind, he said ‘beautiful gift’. This statement gave me strength. “I fear that what I long for most will never be.” I heard him sigh, like speech and punctuation his breath spoke to me of a similar longing followed by a pause, a semi colon of waiting. I held completely still nearly forgetting to breathe waiting for the rest of his sentence.

“Turn and look at me little one before I ask you to join me for coffee.” He was giving me the indication that it was time to choose whether I was interested in his invitation to speak with him further. I tried to calm the butterfly flurry in my stomach as I turned to meet his gaze. He was taller than I, comfortably so, older than I, comfortably so, his eyes a rich hazel holding wisdom, strength, kindness, intrigue, and distinct, unquestionable Dominance. I bit my lip as I held his gaze, “Well little one, would you care to join me?”

This was the first time I felt the overwhelming urge to kneel before him.

Words errant satiety image Gillian Charters-Barnes Fine Art America

Part two

The Versatile Blogger Award (cheats version)

In an email conversation with another blogger recently I described myself as writing with multiple personalities. Perhaps that counts as ‘versatile’? I was hesitant to complete this mission as many of the wonderful bloggers I enjoy reading have been nominated recently. That said multiple nominations are enjoyable as I found out when I received my second. Thank you Phoenix and Mel for your lovely words describing my blog, they were very much appreciated. I enjoy writing and reading, reading and writing so am deeply humbled and grateful that people enjoy my words.

Obeying the rules… Seven things you may not know about me:

1. I adore Sufi poetry
2. I am deaf in one ear
3. I never finished secondary school
4. Despite number 3, I have degrees in psychology, anthropology and religious studies
5. My taste in music is ridiculously eclectic
6. My son no longer calls me Mum instead he calls me ‘miniature’
7. I am in love with The Doctor, yes I mean Dr. Who.

Not obeying the rules… I’ve decided, as this award is about links and blog traffic as much as nomination, that rather than ‘nominate’ I will appreciate (if your not on my list please don’t be offended because if I am following you I am reading you and loving it!). Here are some of my favourite reads:

Liberate One: Diverse, intelligent, wise. Writes sincerely about D/s relationship dynamics, politics, he is well read and puts his opinion across clearly. Oh and there is the occasional erotic tale… This blog drew me into WordPress where I lurked as a silent reader until I couldn’t help it anymore and took the plunge!

 Mr. Modigliani’s Private Studio: The words, musings, poems of a sumptuous artist about life, art and the all-important muse. Beautiful, painful, erotic… its all there and well worth immersing in.

Wuji Seshat Nibada: Sublime poetry. His writing has the heart of an eastern mystic he weaves words like magic, always surprising and beautiful. I am often left speechless.

Must Be This Tall To Ride: Fun, cheeky, honest, a man on a mission to become a better man. Sharing the very real and hard hitting, the small and insignificant, the big questions and the desire to grow and be a good human and parent. He also has excellent taste in music. I think he might actually be a Superhero.

A Faded Romantic’s Notebook: Romantic, touching, sensual, erotic, delicious poems… sigh.

Serendipity/Ink on Skin: An incredible writing talent, dark and alluring, a painful journey through love, loss and life.

dievca: BDSM in elegant style! Diveca finds the most wonderful fashions and accessories to share and writes beautifully about her and Master. If I ever could have a stylist I would be knocking on dievca’s door.

‘Tis Personal: Very real, totally honest reflections on experiences about D/s marriage, life…. I am very much enjoying getting to know this gorgeous lady.

Sea of Desire: Sensual, feisty erotica… just beginning to get to know this one but loving it so far.

Pushingourlimits: Fantastic erotica, with real emotion and flavour. Rich characters that you feel you begin to know and love. Love hearing her real life experiences, her growth, frustration and triumphs. I am excited to spend more time reading and sharing ideas with this remarkable lady.

Rouged Mount: erotic poems, plain old dirty talking, very real musings on very real topics, personal and a pleasure to read whether it’s happy, sad, horny, angst ridden or super sexy. Honesty is always a pleasure.

The Mirror Obscura: Delightfully soulful poetry, multiple layers of gorgeousness, the man has a prolific and verdant way with words.

The Salacious Musings of Eros : A chocolate box of delicious images, waxing lyrical, poetry, quotes… always different and delightful.

Cliterary Review : the creative outlet of a highly sexual being, naughty stories and delightfully deviant imaginings…

Faraway Angel: Wonderful erotic stories and poetry of various lengths, sometimes there are collaborations. Warning her stories are well written and highly addictive…

Poetic Passions: Sensual and erotic poetry, varied and enticing. Just getting to know this blog and am enjoying the ride.

nerd on the bridge – a literary paradox: Another new one for me but here my multiple personalities and secret nerd are deeply happy. The operations manual is helpful for navigation – it’s a time warp in there watch out!

Diary Incarnate: Beautiful writing from a soulful woman. Sensuous and delicious. Another blog I am enjoying getting to know.  


Dream of Lust (Part 3)

A collaboration (of sorts) Liberate One set this task and I feel inclined to respond. He wrote from the Dominate position here is my submissive response…  

I dress, nervously, this is not what I would chose for myself, yet the excitement of dressing for Him, outside of my comfort zone is beyond exciting… I am running too close to time. The red lacings take much longer than anticipated. Breathless with excitement and the flush of rushing nearly consumes me as I walk through the hotel doors to the reception. I check in confident that my chosen overcoat does not look too incongruent to my laced footwear. In the elevator I loose my nerve but closing my eyes and remembering our conversations I calm myself and when the elevator doors open again I am centered and full of purpose. I let myself in, dispose of the useless overcoat on the provided coat rack and place myself as intended and wait… I cannot believe the wetness I feel develop as I kneel as requested waiting His arrival. I am shocked and embarrassed. Blushing in private is an unusual sensation.

It feels an eternity that I wait, there are multiple footsteps along the hallway through this time but somehow I know when His are there. His pause before the door is decisive. I hear the door opened and suck in a deep breath hoping that I have pleased Him. My eyes on the floor, silence, but the sound of his coat being removed then stillness, I long to look up but know I must wait. My body reacts impulsively; I feel my nipples tauten beneath my tight t-shirt. I chant to myself, ‘I am Masters slut’. I breathe; I wait. He circles me, I feel his eyes on me almost within me, I ache for Him, I pray I please him, my head almost turns to Him before I catch myself, I pray His cock hardens as my clit engorges. I feel my back arching as he circles, embarrassed that my wanton desire is so obvious. It is more than this, He offers a unique Domination, equal to my equal desire to submit. An errant whimper releases from me did he hear that? Oh god I hope not… Then His voice resonates all around me. “Your appearance is acceptable‚” He becomes still. My breath is ragged. “Now let us see if you remembered the rest of your instructions. Stand up.” I pause to gather my center then raise myself, as the dancer I am, with grace, with elegance. I elongate my hands above me as I spread my legs to shoulder width and cross my wrists, too slow I think but still, elegant.

He circles me again, my whimper clearly audible, ‘I am Master’s slut’ I silently remind myself. He chuckles softly, I want to bite my lip but do not. Then his touch is on me, lightly touching my neck, tracing my spine. Again my whimper releases too audible, I flush with shame, then his hand cups my ass and I am lost ‘Oh God’ the response is immediate my ass stings with the shock of His admonishment. Chastised I vocally quieten but my body responds with additional strength. I ache, my breasts scream, my clit pulses and my hungry depths moisten further I fear he can see my arousal dripping down my exposed thighs. Then again His voice: “I did not give you permission to speak,” I inwardly cringe at my ineptness, but stretch into my pose and try to breathe. When next He speaks it is right by my ear softly in a clear whisper arousing me deeply. My tremble was my only response, mouth silent, as required. “You are beautiful,” he breathes against me “I want to push your body up against the wall and fuck you. Hard. My cock hard and firm, pushing into you over and over.” I whimper knees weakening, heart thumping. “You are trembling, my little slut. Is there something you would like to say?”

My God was there something I wanted to say. I moistened my lips but he held the moment, awaiting permission my ache growing, ravenous.

“Say it,”

“Please, Master,” I managed to say too quietly I tried again “please, fuck me.”

“I did not hear all of that,” I blushed terribly while he paused “Say it louder, slut girl.” I drew deep breath and let it out clearer and louder knowing I sounded ridiculously wanton with my need, with my raw desire,
“Please, Master, fuck your slut.” I waited what seemed an eternity before he placed His lips right by my ear and breathed
“Not yet, my little slut girl,” my whole being shuddered at this.  His voice, I felt I could cum just hearing him.

I yet again centered myself and waited as He moved in front of me. I almost felt defiant at this point arms raised breasts exposed to Him the t-shirt showing my obvious arousal. I wanted His touch, cruel or kind I simply needed His touch.

“Mmm,” he said with a smile I barely detected, “you do look delicious.”

“Thank you, Master,” I breathed disbelieving the reality of this moment. Then His finger began to trace fire across my t-shirt. It took me a moment through the desire to recognize what was happening. My whimper of desire came before I knew He was tracing the letters on my chest. I would have laughed at the irony if my whole self didn’t want Him so desperately, God. I needed Him to claim me! ‘Patience’, I silently chided myself. His voice broke the tension within me.

“Tell me what these words are on this shirt I allowed you to wear,” if only he weren’t still touching me, I could barely find tongue, my body trembling as I tried to voice my answer.

“S-slut… oh God… Slut for Master.”

“Is it true?” he asked as he began to trace the words once more. “Are you my own slut?”

It took all my will to respond; I could feel my juices flowing copiously from my aching pussy to my thighs.

“Yes, Master.”

He stepped away, I almost cried out at the loss of contact but bore it waiting… Finally His commanding voice,

“Leading position, slut,” I lowered my arms as graciously as I could; they were aching, crossed my wrists behind me and bent at the waist until my torso was parallel to the floor. My pussy was throbbing so hard I was sure He would see it pulsing with each heartbeat. I felt deliciously exposed this way. Opening myself to Him, This skirt left little to the imagination standing, bending over…

“Good slut,” he said as he grabbed my hair forcefully and led me, I desperately hoped to the bedroom or bathroom or anywhere at all that this intense desire could be satiated…