I am almost always the first one up in our house. Usually by a couple hours. It’s just how I’m wired. Coffee, quiet, maybe some time to myself before the day starts.

Last weekend, though, Annie surprised me.

My alarm went off and she was already awake.

That immediately put me on edge. My first thought was that something was wrong. Annie does not wake up early unless she has a reason. I sat up, still half asleep, and looked at her. She didn’t say much. Just handed me something and told me, “Put this on and be ready by the time I get back.”

Then she threw on her bathrobe and walked out of the room.

No explanation.

I looked down at what she had given me.

The face dildo.

If you know, you know. It straps around my head, a small piece that sits in my mouth, and a much larger piece that extends outward. She’s had me use it before, usually in very specific situations where my role is very clear and very visible.

So I’m sitting there, holding this thing, still waking up, and thinking… okay, I know where this is going.

Or at least I thought I did.

I got it on, adjusted it, and waited. Standing there in the bedroom, fully awake now, trying to guess what she had planned. There’s always that moment with Annie where you think you understand, and then she takes it somewhere else entirely.

The door opened.

And Annie walked back in.

With two friends.

Yeah.

That was the moment it all clicked into place.

I was standing there, already set up exactly how she wanted, no way to back out, no way to pretend I didn’t understand my role. And now I had an audience. Not just Annie enjoying the situation, but two other women stepping into the room, taking in the scene, immediately understanding what they had walked into.

The embarrassment hit first. Fast and hard. Being put on display like that, especially first thing in the morning, still shaking off sleep, already positioned exactly how she wanted me. No buildup. No easing into it.

Then came that other feeling.

The one that keeps me in this life.

Because Annie had planned it. Every second of it. She knew I’d be up first. She knew exactly how to catch me off guard. And she knew exactly what kind of reaction she was going to get out of me.

She just smiled, looked at her friends, and said something like, “See? He’s ready.”

And there I was.

Ready.