Still make me feel valued in a way nothing else does.
"Kneel."
I drop to my knees immediately.
No hesitation. No internal debate. No resistance at all.
My body just obeys, bypassing my brain entirely.
When did that happen?
When did the command become so automatic that I'm on my knees before I even consciously process the instruction?
"Eyes up."
I look at him and meet his ice-blue gaze without flinching.
Another automatic response.
Another learned behavior.
"Good. You're getting so much better at this. So graceful now. So natural. Do you see?" He gestures to the mirror positioned to my left.
I look.
See myself kneeling in the black lingerie, the position that used to feel awkward and humiliating and wrong now looking?—
Natural. Practiced. Elegant, even.
Like I've been doing it forever.
Like I belong there on my knees looking up at him with devotion I don't want to feel but can't seem to stop.
Like this is who I am now.
"Stand."
I rise to my feet smoothly, the movement fluid and controlled.
Another automatic response that my body performs without conscious thought.
"Present yourself."
This command is newer, learned over the past several days of intensive training.
It means a specific position—hands behind my head, fingers interlaced, elbows pulled back as far as they'll go, chest thrust forward, spine arched.
Displaying myself.
Showcasing what he owns.
Making my body into an offering.
I move into the position without thinking, muscle memory taking over completely.
My body knows what to do even when my mind is screaming.
"Beautiful. Perfect form. Hold that position. Five minutes."
