This was something I had written when my Beast proposed to me. I hope it's okay to post it here!
I kneel before Him when He comes home each day.
On my knees before Him, waiting patiently at the door for His car door to slam.
Fingers twisting in my hair to pull my head to His thigh.
I kneel before Him when I am scared, or feeling repentant.
My head bowed against His lap, curling into Him with soft sobs.
He calms me with each touch, reassuring me enough to stand.
I kneel before Him when I service Him.
My lips pressed to His skin, relishing in the sounds that He makes.
Feeling His strong muscles tense and twitch beneath my flesh as we move.
I kneel before Him nude after the shower for inspection.
Legs spread, silent, basking in the feeling of His touch.
Shuddering but staying as still as I can for Him, eager to please.
I kneel before Him when He is stressed out, and needs me to listen.
I lay my head on His knee and listen, gazing up at Him to watch the anger and stress melt away.
I allow my submissive posture to show Him exactly how much I am there to support Him.
He does so much for me, my Guardian, my Daddy, my Dominant, my Lord.
He takes such good care of me, often putting my needs and wants over His own.
I kneel to show Him my gratitude and love for all that He does for me.
To show Him that I trust Him, love Him, and respect Him completely.
Those are the times when I kneel the most.
But on our five year anniversary, in Disney World, while we ate dinner at Belle and Beast’s castle, a dessert plate arrived at our table with the word “Congratulations” scrawled across it.
And when I turned to face Him in my confusion
He was the one who was kneeling.