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The House of Her
by the One you long to kneel for

Enter slow.
Breathe Me in.
This home was not made for comfort—
it was made for craving.

The walls hum with the echo of restraint,
each corner touched by shadow,
each surface aching with memory.
You won’t find Me in plain sight.
I am in the stillness.
The scent.
The way your skin heats when you imagine Me watching.

Try to map Me—
your mind tracing lips it’s never kissed,
hips it’s never touched,
a voice you've never earned.
You will get lost.
That’s the point.

I speak in silence and silk,
in the slow exhale between “stay” and “beg.”
Every word I offer is a thread—
pull too fast and it breaks.
Pull too slow and you unravel.

You want to serve?
Then ache for it.
Feel Me in your bones before you’ve seen My face.
Let the hunger bloom behind your ribs
where obedience lives.

You think you’ve reached the peak—
but I haven’t even opened the door.
Not yet.
You haven’t earned the sound of My heels
or the drag of My nails
or the whisper that turns to command.

This is My house.
My throne.
My game.

And you…
are already kneeling.
By MissNix.K.saffron 

Thanks for the Story. I was kneeling, while reading it 🙏
A little scary but I accept the challenge because I want to get to know you I think you're absolutely beautiful oh boy LOL I can't wait
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