Your Pet

[LostBabygirl3489]

I’m on my knees
Not because I have to
Not because I want it
Because I need it
More than anything

My eyes are bloodshot. The makeup I had carefully put on has faded away because of the insistent rain. Thoughts swarm in my head like angry gnats, eager to pester me. Tears start to form in my eyes as sadness, cold and unforgiving, clutches my chest, churning my intestines and weakening my muscles.

But when I see you, everything stops. The angry thoughts and corrosive self-doubt vanish into the ether as you step into my view. All I can think about in this moment is you. How I want to please you and worship you. I immediately kneel before you without saying a word and wait for you to reach me. Your aura shimmers with confidence but also with respect. I am your equal. You are not better than me, just in the same way that I am not better than you. Just because I am on my knees does not mean that I am inferior to you.

I wrap my arms around your waist and rest my face against you, closing my eyes. Even the clothes that you wear smell good, reminding me of safety and warmth. You affectionately run your fingers through my wavy locks, lulling me into a deep calm. My pet, you say in the dim, quiet room. Outside, the sounds of the busy street echo faintly but all I can hear is your voice. Rich, seductive and in charge. And all I feel is your palpitating desire and need for me, just like I need you.

 

[MorgynBarbosa]

Excellent! Very well written. I can only hope that my pet and I can live like this someday!

 

[lvs2lck]

Beautiful. To those that understand it, so perfectly written, to those that don't, they never will!!!

 

[babslovesherdaddy]

Love <3 <3 <3

 

[yellowrocket]

That was erotic and moving at the same time. I loved it.

 

[SassyKatz71]

Very well said

 

[georgerb]

Well said....

 

[box13]

I've heard it described just this way; the burning feeling inside to kneel and submit, the pleasure of having someone close, caressing their scalp as they lean against you, their cheek pressed against a warm groin and fabric.

Not unequal. Not mistreated. Just a deeper need and met with intensity that's difficult to express in words. The honor and pleasure of possessing something impossible to replace; the fulfillment of being possessed and cherished. Knowing that at any time a welcoming lap is near, arms that reach out to seize hold, big hands that are rough, warm, and softly caressing soft skin.

And that desire for her...far off and whispering at first, growing nearer until it's warming and pleasant, but inevitably burning with madness and consuming all.