On your knees until I release you.

On your knees until I release you. Kneel, exactly where I told you to. You don’t move unless I command it, and you don’t speak unless I allow it. Your eyes stay on me, on my legs, on the anklet flashing when I move, on the heels that keep me above you. I could close the distance, let you feel how near I am, but I won’t. I would rather keep you there, fixed in the place I chose for you, restless for what I keep beyond your reach. This is where you belong, low, waiting, wanting. And you will stay like this until I decide you have earned more of me.