Annie’s friend reached out and asked if I could help her with something. It sounded innocent enough. She needed a couch moved. Heavy, awkward, definitely a two-person job. I showed up ready to be useful, because that is how I’ve been trained.
We got the couch where she wanted it. I was catching my breath when she looked at me and said she could use help with something else too. The tone changed immediately. I knew exactly what she meant.
She reminded me that Annie had already explained my limits. With her, that meant my shorts stayed on. Everything else was fair game. I nodded. No discussion needed. I’ve been conditioned to obey Annie’s friends when they give me that look and that tone.
She told me to take my shirt off. I did it without hesitation. There is something deeply ingrained now about being told what to do by a woman who already knows she has permission. It flips a switch in me instantly.
I dropped to my knees because that is where I belong in those moments. She guided me where she wanted me, using my head, my shoulders, her hands firm and confident. She was very vocal, very responsive, and completely unfiltered in how she reacted. There was no doubt I was doing what she wanted.
She is intense in a way that is hard to describe without experiencing it. She reacts big. She moves, grips, and breathes in a way that leaves no question when she is close. I focused on serving her properly, staying exactly where she wanted me, doing exactly what she asked.
When she finished, she took a moment to recover, leaning back and laughing a little, clearly pleased. She commented on how obedient I am now, how Annie has trained me well. That stuck with me.
Afterward, I stood up, put my shirt back on, and we talked like nothing unusual had happened. The couch was moved. The task was completed. I had done my job.
I left feeling that familiar mix of pride and humility. It still amazes me how easily my role shifts from helping with furniture to serving on my knees. But this is my life now, and honestly, I fit into it better than I ever expected.
Helping comes in many forms.
I’m still getting used to reading first hand accounts of things like this. I may get used to it one day!
Great to hear that you are getting out to good use though 🙂