I kneel only for Him

A true dominant will never ask his submissive to shrink herself, because he is not intimidated by her strength and intelligence. He needs her to be smart and resolved in who she is, otherwise there will be no challenge for her submission or accomplishment for him.
The dominant loves nothing more than to be the predator, flexing his primal instincts with the thrill of the chase. If it comes too easy, he will never respect her. The rendezvous will be nothing more than an enjoyable but unfulfilling role play, which is far from true submission and completely unsatisfying to him.
Sir needs an equal who chooses to kneel before him. Not because she is afraid of him but because his dominance and reverence inspires it. He knows the value of being patient and earning her trust because she knows her worth.
He loves her outspoken nature, even if it’s just so he can punish her from time to time. She will push him every now and then because she is playful and more than willing to take the punishment she knows that will bring. That same strength is the one that doesn’t hesitate to communicate her deepest desires, her darkest fantasies, and her most intimate needs.
A true dominant misses nothing. He can make her kneel at his feet with just a look. When his submissive does more than he asks of her, he notices because their connection is intense. They move in sync when they’re together. He knows every last inch of her because every minute they’ve spent together he has carefully observed every detail about her. He knows her smell, her taste, her touch, the way she clenches and tightens. He knows her right down to the way she needs to be kissed depending on her mood. Even the way she arches her back when she cums has not escaped his keen eye. Hours and hours of kissing, licking, fucking, spanking, whipping and studying her body, feeling every curve and crevasse. Knowing what every look, every different sigh, whimper and groan means. Nothing has been wasted on him. He feels every bit of his subs loving touch because she longs to give him pleasure and it shows.
He knows what she needs, when she needs it and how to get the most out of her. The same hand that spanks and makes her wet and wanting, is the same hand that soothes her and makes her weak. His dominance is the fierce energy that makes her want to kneel before him awaiting instruction.
Her trust in him is what feeds his soul and makes him want to protect her, even from himself.
A true submissive does not judge, nor is she afraid of his need to derive sexual pleasure from inflicting pain on her. Just as much as he needs to give it, she aches to receive it. The pain is her release, it keeps her grounded and present in the moment. They both know that’s where their freedom lies. They explore each other and everything together. He pushes her limits, her body, as he takes her further and further into the dark recess of their minds. That’s where their ultimate fantasies lie, waiting to be unleashed and brought to life.
The dominants submissive is never more beautiful to him than when he has finished with her, and she simply lays breathless, trembling, covered in sweat, bite marks and bruises.
He is never more alive as he admires his work for just a moment before he holds her ever so gently, draws her naked body into his warmth, strokes her hair, kisses her face telling her what a good girl she is, how much she pleases him, how amazing she is. These are the words every sub wants to hear from their dom.
She loves to be his filthy slut, his hot mess, his property, his play toy.
He is her protector as she lays in the safety of Sirs arms in sated bliss.
He comforts, settles and waits for her as he guides her back to her quiet place.
Without apology he has invaded her every thought, ruined her for other men, and he knows it.
He owns her.
Sir also knows that no one will ever submit and serve him like she does.
She is truly his.
His slut.
His good girl.