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It Started With One Word: Kneel.


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The first time I told someone to kneel, I half-expected them to laugh.
They didn’t.
They looked up at me—calm, breathless, waiting—and I realized in that moment: it wasn’t about the act. It was about the energy. The trust. The surrender.

That was years ago.
Since then, I’ve explored nearly every corner of power exchange—firmly as a Dom, sometimes as a guide, and occasionally (just occasionally) curious about what it might feel like to give that power up.

I’ve seen what control can unlock in someone. The freedom it creates. The way structure, protocol, or a whispered “good girl” can rewire everything.

Now, I’m more interested than ever in the why behind it all. What drives us. What we crave. How we grow through kink—not just get off.

So I’m curious…

🖤 What’s a moment in kink that changed you?
🖤 How do you define submission—or Dominance—for yourself?
🖤 And what’s one thing you’ve always wanted to try… but haven’t yet?

Whether you’re experienced or just finding your footing, I’d love to hear your answers. Let’s talk—not just about what turns us on, but why it does.
NicNoneGiven
I'm very new to this world, and so far only as a sub. I have never been the Dom in the dynamic. The most fulfilling part that I have found was giving myself to my domme. 100%, without reservation. Once I did, I found that my sexual life was hers as well. The first time I asked for permission to orgasm and she whispered yes... That orgasm was better than anything I have experienced before. It was like a lifetime of buildup, leading to an atomic explosion that wracked my body, mind, and soil. She and I are no longer together, but that experience changed the way I think about all my sexual encounters.
The empowerment of being a sub is amazing. Having the trust in someone to let them ‘live’ you. Within the boundaries, the boundaries that we made together, while it feels like I set the boundaries, my Dom is there to guide me. To take pleasure by giving pleasure.
No words needed.
Guiding me through my emotions. Giving me a bit of ***, before I get the freedom of letting it all go. Putting me in my place, where it really feels I belong.
Being seen. Very open and ***. Showing all my flaws and faults. And he STILL chooses me.
Yes, I have an jobb with responsibilities. But I love to fall on my knees for my Dom.
I was in high school. My girlfriend and I were studying for some material. She was goofing off. I gave her a light swat on she butt. She smiled and said harder. Harder I did give. Next think I knew I had her over my knee spanking the hell out of her. I've been a spanko ever since.
It was when I finally felt safe. When he didn't do it to tell me what to do but when I did it because I knew he wouldn't shame me for it. Getting on my knees was never ever EVER going to happen! I had my trama, my past, my hurt. He understood that. He understood he didn't half to make me, but in time he knew I would want to. Not forcing not being a prick. I never knew how euphoric I will feel when I slipped into my subspace for the first time.
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