Don’t you crave the delicious fever that comes with being truly seen by your Mistress? When the desire and urge arises in you to strip yourself bare and show the truth of yourself to someone that you can trust completely, what do you do? How do you assuage that desire, other than to find a CFNM femdom and let her see all of you? That delightful vulnerability and weakness that you feel when you can let go of all pretense and the flimsy facade that keeps your truest self hidden, and simply breathe. Naked and shaking in front of your Goddess, trembling while her eyes scrape over your skin, and you show the depth of your desire and lust…
A CFNM femdom is exactly who you need, in order to feel most alive.
Clothed Female, Naked Male is the true name of the game we play together, when you strip down to your skin and desire and let yourself be seen. There is no greater vulnerability for a man, especially in this age of social media facades and easy built up faces that we show to one another. How weak you must feel at the mere thought of setting all that aside, and experiencing something so intimate and raw. There’s nothing to be truly afraid of, however, no matter how scary or intimidating it may feel. When you stop pretending, stop masking yourself from the world, and simply let your Mistress look at you and see the truth, you’ll discover how very freeing it can be.
Imagine that I sit on the couch, composed and silent, legs crossed at the ankles while I simple look in your direction. Classic dove grey trousers, a slim black belt, and a white dress shirt tucked in. Perhaps a simple herringbone chain, barely peeking at the neck, and small gold hoops in my ears. Minimal makeup, but hair in a restrained chignon, with pale pink nail polish on my nails. Closed toe pumps with a modest heel, in a subtle charcoal, matte, and then there’s you. Kneeling on the carpet just in front of my feet, sweating a bit, and completely nude.
The juxtaposition is delightful, isn’t it?
All of your lust and desire is right there on display. With your knees just a apart enough, and your hands clasped behind your back so that your chest is proud, back straight, shoulders back a bit, chin up, there is no hiding what this is doing to you. Let it go, stop thinking about what your cock is doing. Stop thinking about how I can see you throb, and how there’s a string of precum dripping down your shaft to your balls. Don’t consider for even a moment that your balls are so tight and drawn up that it’s obvious you’re aroused to the point of orgasm already. When you look at my smiling lips and lick your own, and your throat bobs, don’t think about how I can see your nipples pebble up. Don’t think at all about how your Mistress is so calm and collected, while you’re one breath away from begging.
The true heart of dominance isn’t in a crop or a leash.
The heart of dominance is in your submission to me. Your desire for this, and how easily you give yourself to me. How willing you are to bare yourself and your desire, to wait for a command, to obey. You want and need this, and the fact that you haven’t given yourself permission to feel this way before is a damn shame. Kneel for a true dominant CFNM Mistress and find your place in this world. Let go of care and concern and worries about quarterly budget bullshit. All you need to do is kneel and wait. To sweat, and drip, and throb, and be good for me.
Such a good naked slut for me.
Arrange your session with me now, so that you can be free of all that worry and upset, and simply exist for a while. Strip yourself naked, and let me see the depth of your lust.
I am your CFNM femdom, Harper
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I am always surprised at the sweating while kneeling and simply holding position for a mistress.
Emabarrasment, arousal, anticipation? Not sure what the cause, but maybe that’s somethign to think about while I’m in that position.
I do love a good solid physical response to the deep emotional and mental stimulation of submission. Exercise that mind/body link! Of course kneeling and waiting like a good boy has an effect on you. Sweating is just one response…
Yes, you’re all powerful and comfortably dressed. Then there’s me, the dumbass over there in the corner… naked and waiting to get noticed. I think these are the makings for a nice ignore session on Skype. Any chance?
Always a chance! I think letting you kneel in submission, quietly, while I take care of some emails sounds fun. You’d be so humiliated and turned on, but still and subservient!
This inspires me to exercise more often and make sure my body is something you’ll be more inclined to look at…!
Do some crunches and remember to work on your glutes so you’ll have a nice ass for me!
I am probably creating what is known as a false dichotomy for my *my personal* kneeling there are two types of kneeling before a Mistress: Kneeling in defeat and kneeling in respect. Kneeling can be partially both at the same time or fully both at the same time hence the false dichotomy, not to mention other types of kneeling (e.g. the kind that is just pandering to get something).
One of my favorite drawn images online has a woman on a throne with her bare foot raised saying “We both know how this fight would go. Submit.”
That is kneeling in defeat and is highly erotic to me, especially with the implication of foot worship and the humiliation that goes with it, and I absolutely have had that specific kind of fantasy regarding kneeling before you.
But there is another type of kneeling for me. It is also a submissive type of kneeling, but it is kneeling out of utmost respect, and I truly desire to kneel that way before you.
You have taught me so much on your Whore School radio show. Not only have you taught me so much, but you are truly an ally for so many groups of people. You actively promoted masking early in the pandemic when it may have financially beneficial to be silent, you used your skills to make masks for vulnerable groups when masks were in short supply *and* you encouraged others to do so, your advocacy for non-binary people is a society that systemically persecutes them is unparalleled. You are the reason that it has become impossible for me to write a power exchange erotica without the power exchange being fully consensual—where the submissive *wants* to be dominated.
I want to kneel before you, completely naked, but not out of submissive defeat nor expecting erotic play in return but out of utmost respect with my complete nudity as a symbol that my vulnerability is yours for taking because I know it is safe for my vulnerability to be yours for the taking.
My knees would be apart and my hands would be behind my back, but as for my cock—it would only go erect if *you* wanted it to be.
Would I beg to be your bitch? Absolutely, but you would decide what kind of bitch I would be, and I would trust your decision.
Biology is biology and biological cravings are something I can not just turn off. If you wanted me to be a chastity bitch I would eventually beg for a release, but my intellectual craving with kneeling is to demonstrate the utmost respect for you as my Queen, my Queen by my choice and not by my defeat or by social structure, and that intellectual craving to kneel naked in submission is incredibly strong.
I’m very flattered that I’ve had such an effect on you and your erotica writing! You changed an entire aspect of your fantasy life because of me, and that’s so meaningful to me, so thank you! I hope that I can continue to be a good ally, and to actively work to uphold the values that are important to me. Community support, advocating for the voiceless, and holding myself to a standard of ethical behavior that means I can keep looking myself in the face in my mirror. 😉