The Prompt: Write a piece detailing how it feels to submit to another by choice.
“Still.”
He didn’t need to raise his voice. He never did.
“You kneel not because I command it, but because something in you craves to be seen without disguise. Because down here, you remember what power silence holds.”
The candlelight made her skin glisten like gold, but it was Master Mattias’ shadow that claimed it.
Jessica knew that she was free to run: she had no chains or binds, and only one door stood between her and freedom – a door that Master Mattias seemingly never locked. She wasn’t here because she was forced to be here;, Jessica was here by choice.
Mattias knew it too, and in that very moment, never was she more beautiful. Jess could be anywhere, doing anything. But right now? She was right here, kneeling in the candlelit darkness before him.
Their breath intermingled in the space between them: soft, slow, rhythmic. Jess could feel the warmth of her thighs beneath her fingertips, or was it the other way around? Jess couldn’t tell anymore.
Mattias stepped forward, lifting her chin to meet his gaze. Jess knew better than to make eye contact without instruction – she remembered that to the Dominant, that can come across as a challenge.
Instead, Jess kept her gaze down. She heard the soft smirk as Master Mattias laughed at her obedience. He let her jaw go.
“Anywhere in the world, pet, and yet you choose to be here” he said. Mattias wanted to sound taunting; he wanted his voice to fill with mock condemnation. Jess knew he wasn’t really mocking her though, she also knew she’d dare not laugh.
“Yes, Sir” Jess whispered instead.
“Why?” Mattias asked.
He knew, and Jess knew he knew, but this wasn’t really about him. This was about her, and getting her to admit her truth. Her words – not the message they conveyed – mattered here.
“Why?” Mattias repeated, firmer this time. Jess knew she couldn’t stay silent any longer.
“Because I ache to serve you, Sir” she finally admitted, “I ache to please you and to be seen by you in ways that nobody else sees me. To be yours. Your plaything. Your submissive.”
Mattias smirked again. God, it was so lovely when she said that.
He wasn’t done with her there, though.
“To please me… how?” he pressed. Jess shifted in her discomfort; she hated having to admit the things he made her say.
“Still!” he commanded again. Jess immediately stilled, repositioned her hands on her thighs, steadied her shallow breaths.
Jess felt herself slip deeper into her submission. It was hopeless fighting it; he had her right where he wanted her. Not that she didn’t want to be here.
“However you would like me to serve you, Sir” she finally whispered.. Mattias smiled. He knew her submission had begun.
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