Kneeling slave

I placed a cushion by my feet and asked him to kneel for me.  He had knelt for me many times before. However I had never been there when he had done so. My instructions to him had been through emails.

Now he was kneeling in front of me for the very first time.  At my instruction he had fetched something that he used to wear as a symbol of his submission to me. I attached it to him. He was mine again.  I took his hand. I held it firmly in one hand and stroked it gently with the other.

I felt happy and at peace with him there before me. I felt a sense of power and a gentle warm glow. I had imagined this scene for so long. It was different from in my imagination - but so wonderful for its reality.  I desired him so much.  I talked of complications and issues for us both. He understood all that as well as I.  I stroked his head.  I wanted him.  I hoped he wanted me too.  At last.  Kneeling.  Before me.  Such a precious gift.