“I want to, but I’m nervous. I feel so different when we do this. Am I even myself?”
He put a finger under my chin, lifting my gaze to his. “Of course you are, sweetie. Service, submission, your softer side – you’ve had to hide these things, out in the world, but here, it’s safe to let them out. You’re still my same beloved, whether you’re showing strength in the workplace, or showing your strength by choosing vulnerability. Now,” he let go of my chin, and handed me the apron. “Put it on.”
“I… I’m scared but…”
“You know what we discussed. Do you still want to do it?”
I looked down, and suddenly realized I was kneeling naked. “Oh, we already started…”
“That’s ok. Just because you took off your clothes for me doesn’t mean you have to put on the apron. We could do something else, just cuddle, or…”
“Green for the apron.”
He smirked. “Very well. Put it on, then. Now.”
The last word was almost a growl. A shiver went through me.
I put it on.
As soon as I did, all the worry vanished from my mind. The thoughts vanished from my mind. My whole being filled up with a happy, fluffy haze. I floated up to my feet.
“That’s right. Just let it all melt away. Let it all go. Good maid.”
And I did. And I was.