that’s something i get asked sometimes, and honestly, the funniest time might have been when a delivery driver asked Madam directly.

this was back when we lived in california. Izzy was one of the regular UPS drivers on our route, and she had been coming to the house long enough that she had already encountered naked duckie answering the door for a signature. that was an interesting first meeting.

eventually we started talking more because i was also shipping packages out regularly. she was funny, friendly, and apparently curious as hell about what exactly was going on in our house.

then one afternoon she met Madam.

the two of them ended up chatting for a while, and somewhere in that conversation Izzy asked what it meant when Madam referred to me as “freeuse.”

Madam could have given her a definition.

instead, she basically offered to show her.

because of course she did.

the simplest explanation is that, within the rules Madam has established, guests she trusts can make use of her duckie. that might mean fetching drinks, giving massages, running a bath, serving meals, providing company, or more intimate forms of attention. i’m there to serve, and Madam decides who gets access to what.

apparently Izzy found the concept interesting enough that she came back after work that evening for a more personal demonstration.

she had been fighting with her boyfriend and arrived stressed, frustrated, and needing a break from everything. Madam told me my job was to help her relax, make her feel appreciated, and remind her that she was an amazing, powerful woman who deserved some attention.

so that’s what i did.

i’ll leave the private details private, but apparently duckie therapy worked.

because she came back.

three more times before we eventually moved away, actually.

that was probably my favorite part of watching her discover this side of herself. every visit, Izzy seemed a little less nervous and a little more comfortable telling me what she wanted. by her last visit, she had gone from curious delivery driver to a woman who walked through Madam’s door knowing exactly why she was there.

i’ve wondered about her a few times since we left california.

hopefully she found herself a nice submissive boy of her own.

and if she did, i hope she trained him to answer the damn door when UPS arrives.