He comes to me on his knees. Head bowed with respect and something more I know he can not define. Anticipation, trepidation, both mixing in a way that was near to a drug for his body and mind. I can see him tremble as he kneels here for me.
I sit still and quiet before him. My legs are crossed, my hands folded in my lap. I simply watch him there for a long while. Watch the rise and fall of his chest as he struggles to be calm. Watch his hands at his sides, they clench and unclench into tight fists. Watch as his eyes struggle to stay lowered. He wants to look up, he wants stand up and run from this, from me, I know this. He wants to obey and give me this, he wants to submit, I know this too.
“Take off your clothes.”
His intake of breath is ragged at this sudden order. He does as I say.
“Lay here before me on your back, head pointing towards me, body stretched out. And spread your legs wide.”
He could get up from his knees and leave. I have bound him in no way. I have made no threat, made no demands but these here and now. And yet with only a single deep intake of breath he turns and lays at my feet as I have demanded.
And so we begin.
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