“Now imagine how it would feel to have someone kneeling at your feet. Worshiping you, bowing to your presence.” I try to imagine it, but it feels so wrong. I can’t seem to shake this idea that a man belongs here and I belong at his feet. Fucking patriarchy. “Well, go ahead,” I say with a wry smile as he steps in front of me. Let’s see how he likes to be challenged. He lets out a laugh. “Yes, ma’am.” Then he faces me and drops to his knees on the velvet cushions with his eyes on my face. As he lowers his gaze, I watch him bend his head downward and bow down to me, his lips near my black
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