Request On Bended Knee Romane & Geschichten

And I didn’t want to be under anyone’s thumb. “Just because you say, ‘I’m begging,’ doesn’t actually count as begging.” I put my hand on her shoulders to shift her out of the way. She dropped to her knees. “Please. I’ll do anything you say, just don’t do this.” Smooth. On her knees, offering to do anything, what would that indicate to you? Classic pretty girl move. She doesn’t actually make any specific proposition, but subliminally there’s the notion that maybe if I do what she wants, I’ll get a bit of the old quid pro quo.

"It isn’t any fun alone." "You want me to undress too?" Arissa asked, raising a delicate brow. "You’re going to have to beg me." Beg? Shit, why didn’t I see this coming? "Would you like me to get on my knees and beg?" I asked, slowly stepping forward so that we were mere inches apart. "Or do you want me to kowtow?" "Knees will do." Arissa responded, crossing her arms beneath her breasts so they were pushed up.

she said "You ask for forgiveness in your knees that's how it's done"I smiled She clench her fist and slowly went on her knees"please forgive me" I laugh "I'm enjoying this feeling" Mia smiled "The problem is just kneeling and begging me , won't change a thing" Asher's mom look at me sharply "Anytime I call you or ask you to do anything,do it without complain and in that way you may delay me from saying anything "I smirk "Yes ! We will do as you please " They all answered

"Now, kneel on the ground with your face in the carpet and your ass in the air." "Yes, Okaasan," she said and did just that. She dropped to the floor and knelt, her ass up in the air. Her hands were pressed on the ground. She was almost in Dogeza, where a person bowed with her head pressed to the ground and hands outstretched. A sign of begging for forgiveness. This was too... slutty for Dogeza. "Now beg to be used," I said. "Beg your Masters to violate your virgin flesh in any way they desire."

Then, I stared straight at Stellan and said with deliberate clarity, "I want to sever our mate bond. In exchange for ten years of my life, it isn't too much to ask for 20 fertile valleys, is it?" Stellan's eyes widened, and his breathing hitched. He stood frozen in place and stared at me intently, like he was seeing me for the very first time.

he said as he surveys the long tray asher had sent to me, “ uhm, its uhm breakfast” “ yea right, too much sugar, do you mind, oh beautiful one, to jog with me, on this glorious morning” he had his knees on the floor, his left hands on his chest, and one stretching out to me, that was suddenly, shutting my eyes, as I try so hard to comprehend the image before me. “ that's the only way your apologies would be accepted, maybe?” He said, still in a kneeling position.

“Come here.” It wasn’t a request. Every pair of eyes turned on me as I hesitated. The weight of their expectations, their judgment, pressed down on my shoulders. My legs carried me forward before my mind could object, drawn by something dark and unexplainable. And even as each step toward him felt like I was walking deeper into the abyss, still something propelled me forward. He tilted his head toward the floor beside him. “Kneel.” I froze. The very air around me seemed to freeze at his request.

I hear feet hit the ground, again and again, and again. As the white light glow fades I look in a circle around me. Releasing that I do in fact recognise some of the faces. Suddenly the familiar people dressed for war begin to lower themselves onto one knee, bowing their heads to me. "We ask that you allow us to fight this war with you, Aphrodisia" I hear one voice ask with respect, and a luring sense of loyalty. I turn in a slow circle. Releasing 3 things. 1 - this army has chosen to bow to me.

He shook his head, "I want it to be different from now on, Bianca. When people look at you, I want them to give you the same respect they give me." My eyes narrowed because how exactly was he going to convince everyone to do that? Kidnap and torture each and every one of them into submission? His right hand reached into his pocket, "I have never knelt for anyone before, man or woman, but for you, vita mia," he lowered himself to the ground before me, bending a knee and revealing a ring box. My heart. My heart stopped beating for a second and then it started pounding with a force that should obliterate me.

She threw herself to the floor, kneeling at my feet and grabbing hold on them as she sobbed and begged. Kneeling before me, she begged, her hands clasped in front of her, a posture that signifies vulnerability and repentance. It has been our way of apologizing ever since we became friends as kids. I would have forgiven any offence after this apology. But I felt nothing other than hatred for her, even with this posture that I once would have sympathized with. “Get your filthy hands off me!” I told her fiercely, earning a shocked gasp from her as she never thought I could ever turn her down with this posture and an apology.