AI art by me

The title was carefully chosen to go with this illustration and my theme.

There is a lot of misunderstanding of a submissive’s or slave’s place. On their knees before their dominant or master, yes, but the dominant or master didn’t put them there. The sub or slave chose to be there. It is their decision to bend at the knees. It is their desire, born out of love or devotion or whatever, to submit so fully to another.

Having been a most blessed recipient of this submission from more than one sub or slave, I wanted to explain the vast difference between stereotyped places and those chosen through informed consent. A person shouldn’t bend a knee because of social, peer, or perceived pressure. It isn’t an act that should happen without thought and discussion. Yes, I have written about such quick decisions, but I can tell fantasy from reality. I’d also add that there are occasional situations where things do move quite fast and are still good.

Recently, I had a nice conversation with someone who expressed the wonder, power, and excitement of receiving a sub’s full submission for the first time in a TPE situation. As I listened to them describe it, I smiled warmly, recognizing that this person really did understand what it meant to feel that privilege, given to them by another person who knelt before them. There are few, if any, more potent relationships or feelings of worth than being given the submission of another.

At a social gathering not too long ago, my slave became overwhelmed by the noise, crowd, and, without saying a word, she slipped off the chair next to me to kneel at my feet while her head rested on my knee. I could feel her relax as she found her place with me. We call it Home. The other day, she asked for Home after a real-life punishment session. She’s texted me that she misses Home. At the time she texted, I was being obtuse and didn’t understand, but she patiently explained she didn’t mean her apartment.

As I sat there, petting her hair and rubbing her neck, the party continued around us, but the people respected the situation. A little later, a couple even asked me for permission to speak with her rather than intrude. Yes, this was a kink gathering. I enjoyed the soft smiles I got from some of them at a distance who saw the scene of comfort and sweetness between us. My slave felt no qualms at taking this position for security and assurance. I praised and thanked her for seeing me as a sanctuary.

Often, when I am holding or petting a submissive or slave, I will ask what they are thinking. Invariably, the answer is usually the same: nothing. For so many people, they crave that deep-kneeling feeling because it lets them turn off the voices of the world and themselves and enjoy peace… finally. For many masochists, this is what they get out of being well-spanked or whatever. It allows the silence, the calm, the rest they so desperately needed.

Yes, there are sexual aspects to this, too, but they aren’t necessary for both the Top and the Bottom to enjoy the symbiotic relationship, no matter how long or short it is in time. I do love having my collar on my slave. She wears it 24/7 and never plays it down either. She’s told family, friends, and even old lovers that it means she is owned. She has a Master.

She is a smart, strong woman in herself, but if I touch or tug that collar, her eyes change, her voice softens, and she is mine in body and soul. She loves that. I love it. I also love her. Can I love another? Of course, I can. I have and do. She knows about my strange relationships with people who live far away and what they mean to me. She applauds, encourages, and even incites me to have play partners. Hopefully, the next time you see a photo or a real situation where one is kneeling in supplication or prostration to another, you’ll remember they chose that place, and that is why they smile up at their dom or master with light in their eyes. It’s a beautiful and sacred thing.