Kneeling for a New Life (the Amber Memoirs)
Copyright© 2026 by E. J. Bullin
Chapter 5: Kneeling for the First Time
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 5: Kneeling for the First Time - Based on the incomplete serial “Amber and Emily Saved by Aaron Adams” (2019, Storiesonline). This remaster expands the original 24-hour timeline to three weeks of initial trial, then eleven months of growth, all from Amber’s first-person perspective. The original author’s plot, characters, and key scenes are preserved and honored. Any errors have been corrected, and the story has been deepened with internal monologue, extended kennel sequences, and a fully realized ending.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Coercion Consensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Daughter BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Voyeurism ENF Nudism Transformation AI Generated
The sun was setting by the time we finished the porch steps. Orange light poured through the windows, painting the living room in shades of fire. Aaron stood by the kitchen counter, drinking water from a glass, his naked body silhouetted against the fading day.
Emily was on the couch. He’d let her sit there while he inspected our work, and I was kneeling on the floor, waiting.
Internal: This is the moment. The one you’ve been thinking about all day. The one you planned when you wrote the rules. If you don’t do it now, you never will.
“Mr. Aaron,” I said.
He looked at me. “Yes?”
“Master. We’re supposed to be serving you. Or at least I am. You should allow me to ... take care of that thing between your legs.”
I nodded toward his cock. Soft, but not small. I’d been watching it all day, and I knew it wouldn’t stay soft for long.
Emily sat up. “What?”
“You heard me,” I said without looking at her. “The demonstration. Before we start, I need to get him ... ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“Ready for me.”
Internal: You’re stalling. Just say it. “I want to suck your dick.” That’s what this is. That’s what you’ve been craving since you saw him in the shelter parking lot. Not because he’s handsome. Because he’s in charge.
Aaron’s expression didn’t change. “You want to do this now? In front of Emily?”
“The rules say no privacy. This is no privacy.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
He looked at Emily. She was staring at me like I’d grown a second head.
“Emily,” Aaron said. “Your mother is about to do something. You can watch, or you can close your eyes. Your choice.”
“I,” Emily’s voice cracked. “I can watch?”
“If you want.”
She didn’t answer. But she didn’t look away.
Internal: She’s going to watch. Of course she is. She’s never been able to look away from a train wreck. And this is the biggest train wreck of her life.
Aaron sat down in the recliner. The same one he’d been using all day. He spread his knees, making room for me between them.
I crawled over on my hands and knees. The carpet was rough against my palms. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.
Internal: You’ve done this before. A hundred times. A thousand. For men you didn’t care about, for money you needed, for drugs you wanted. But this is different. This time, you’re choosing it. This time, it means something.
I knelt between his legs. His cock was already starting to thicken, rising from the nest of dark hair. I reached out and took it in my hand.
He was warm. And soft. And growing.
“You don’t have to do this,” he said quietly.
“I know.”
“It’s not a requirement. Not yet.”
“I know.”
“Then why?”
I looked up at him. “Because I want to. Because I need to. Because if I’m going to kneel for you, I should know what I’m kneeling for.”
Internal: That’s the truth. Not the whole truth, but enough. You want to taste him. You want to feel him in your mouth. You want to know what it’s like to serve someone who doesn’t disgust you.
I lowered my head.
The first touch was electric. His skin was salt and sweat and something else, something clean, like soap and hay. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, from base to tip, and felt him harden further.
Emily made a small sound. I didn’t look at her.
Internal: Focus. Don’t think about her. Don’t think about anything except his cock in your mouth. This is your offering. Make it worthy.
I took him in. Slowly. Letting my lips stretch around his girth. He wasn’t the biggest I’d ever had, but he was big enough. Big enough to fill my mouth, to press against the back of my throat.
I breathed through my nose and took him deeper.
“Fuck,” Aaron breathed. He hadn’t cussed before. Not once. But he did now.
Internal: That’s it. That’s what you wanted. To break through that calm exterior. To make him feel something. To remind him that he’s human.
I started moving. Up and down. Tongue swirling. Hand cupping his balls. The rhythm came back to me like muscle memory as I’d never stopped doing this, even though it had been months.
Maybe years. I couldn’t remember.
“She’s fucking doing it, Aaron,” Emily said. Her voice was strange, high and tight. “The slut is sucking your fucking dick.”
I didn’t react. I didn’t stop. I just kept going, deeper and deeper, until my nose was buried in his pubic hair.
He was fully focused now. Thick and hot and pulsing against my tongue.
Internal: You’re good at this. It’s one of the few things you’re good at. Using your mouth to get what you want. But what do you want this time? Not money. Not safe. Just ... him. His pleasure. His approval.
I sucked harder. Faster. Aaron’s hand came up and rested on the back of my head, not forcing, just ... there. A reminder that he could.
I moaned around his cock.
“Ah, helloooo,” he said, his voice strained. “I’m getting it so I knowwwww.”
Emily laughed at a nervous, hysterical sound. “I’ve never seen someone do THAT before!”
She was standing now. I could see her out of the corner of my eye, leaning in, watching with wide eyes. Her hands were at her sides, not covering anything.
Internal: She’s turned on. Of course she is. She’s never seen anything like this. Her mother, on her knees, serving a stranger. It’s disgusting and erotic, and she can’t look away.
I didn’t care. All that mattered was the cock in my mouth and the hand on my head and the growing tension in Aaron’s thighs.
He was close. I could feel it.
I pulled back, just enough to breathe, and looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his jaw tight, his chest rising and falling.
“Don’t stop,” he said.
I didn’t.
I took him deeper than before, all the way, until my throat convulsed around him and held him there. Let him feel the pressure. Let him feel the heat.
He came without warning. Hot and thick and sudden, flooding my mouth, my throat, my senses.
I swallowed. Every drop.
Internal: You’ve swallowed before. For men who demanded it. For men who didn’t ask. But this time, it’s different. This time, you’re not doing it because you have to. You’re doing it because you want to. Because his pleasure is your purpose.
I kept my mouth on him until he stopped twitching. Then I pulled back, licked my lips, and sat up on my heels.
Aaron was staring at me. His face was flushed, his eyes dark.
“Thank you,” he said. “That was...”
“It was nothing,” I said. “It was everything.”
Internal: You mean it. For the first time in your life, you mean it.
Emily was quiet. Too quiet.
I turned to look at her. She was standing by the couch, her arms wrapped around her stomach, her face pale.
“You okay?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I think I need to ... I need to use the bathroom.”
“Go,” Aaron said. “Five minutes.”
She walked out of the room, fast, almost running. The bathroom door closed behind her.
Internal: She’s going to touch herself. You know she is. You saw the way she was standing, the way her thighs pressed together. She’s turned on and ashamed, and she doesn’t know what to do with it.
Aaron stood up. His cock was softening, but he didn’t try to hide it. “That wasn’t part of the plan.”
“What wasn’t?”
“You. Doing that. I didn’t ask for it.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“Amber...”
“I wanted to, Master. I needed to. If I’m going to submit to you, I should prove that I can. That I’m willing.”
He looked at me for a long moment. Then he nodded.
“Okay,” he said. “But next time, I’ll ask. And you’ll say yes.”
“Yes, Master.”
Internal: Next time. There’s going to be a next time. And a time after that. That’s what this is: a beginning, not an end.
Emily came back a few minutes later. Her face was still pale, but her hands were steady.
“Feel better?” Aaron asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “I guess.”
“Good. Then it’s time to start the demonstration.”
“The demonstration?”
“Your mother’s punishment. The one she asked for. The one you’re going to watch.”
Emily looked at me. I nodded.
“Okay,” she said. “Let’s do this.”
Internal: She’s scared. But she’s not running. That’s progress.
Aaron walked to the kitchen and came back with a length of rope. It was soft, cotton, the kind you’d use for a clothesline.
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