That post just really made me sad. I want to kneel, to serve a Master worth serving, bask in the glow of his praise, lovingly ache for his pleasure. I need to feel the bite of a collar tightened, the sting of a command given, the brush of his consenting gaze. If I could just dwell on my knees before feet worth kissing, back bowed and breath shortened by his will, his desire and his needs… My body, my heart aches for this in ways that defies explanation. I want to love, to serve, to give. To be loved, used, taken and cherished. I need it.