Devotion in Practice

Joey's apartment felt different, colder, emptier, without him there. Despite feeling filled to the brim with love, devotion, and most of all, purpose, Eliza also felt empty without Joey near her. Yes, it was filled with her memories, populated by items that reminded her of her old life, but every hour that went by, her attachment to those things loosened. Those things belonged to him now, just like her.

Moving through the apartment barefoot, dressed in nothing but a towel, Eliza marveled at her work. Every surface was immaculate. The floor had been vacuumed twice. Her freckled skin was scrubbed clean. Each item on the list that Joey had given her had been taken care of meticulously. Some might have said that she was taking things too far, but Eliza was committed. Joey had said to clean herself up, to clean up the apartment, to get ready for the party; each item on the list was like a biblical commandment. Eliza's scripture. If she wasn't going to take Joey's words seriously, then she might as well tell him that she didn't love him, and that couldn't be farther from the truth.

She sat on the bed, towel wrapped around her. Her red hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, still damp at the ends. Her crotch felt oddly sensitive; she had taken the extra time to shave her pubic hair, wanting tonight to be special for her man, wanting him to see how far she had obeyed his command to clean herself up. It had felt a little naughty, but sometimes a little naughty was good.

On the mattress beside her, folded like a holy scripture, lay the outfit Joey had selected. A skirt so short it bordered on fantasy, and a top that clung and revealed. She remembered when she bought it. A moment of daring earlier that year, after New Years. Her time with Derek was in full-swing. Intellectually, emotionally, physically, the pair had been inseparable. It confused Eliza, now, thinking back to how she had been. How had she thought that someone like Derek would have been good for her?

It didn't matter. The outfit had worked out just as well as the relationship had... not at all. She had imagined Derek seeing it and losing control, a night of passion, inhibitions out the window, something far from her character, but she had been willing to try, just for something new. Eliza had even been willing to roleplay, but Derek hadn’t been interested.

"I don't see why you have to act or dress like a slut just to get my attention," Derek had told her, "I was planning on introducing you to some of my friends tonight. I don't want them thinking that I'm some kind of pervert."

At the time, Eliza had felt a strange comfort in the acceptance that Derek had given her, the rejection that she had to be something other than what came naturally. Now, in retrospect, she saw it for what it was: another level of control. Derek wanted her to be a teacher, a wife, an equal. None of that was what Eliza wanted for her life or her career. She needed to be with Joey, to build him up, to help him become a man. Finding her true calling was a dream come true, something that almost nobody gets. Derek's attempt to prevent her from using all her tools, convincing her to forget that she could be as slutty as she wanted to get what she wanted, was such a chauvinistic, pig-headed approach to a relationship. It was no wonder they didn't work out.

And so the outfit was quickly stowed away and forgotten about.

Until Joey.

She pressed her legs together, the thought of how he had ignited something deep and physical in her, showed her who she really was, who she could really become. Her Joey. Her student. Her master. The young man she used to scold for not doing his homework, now the one who told her what to wear, how to eat, when to kneel.

And it wasn't just physical. Her chest fluttered with emotion. She loved him. She loved him so much it ached. Not in a weak, girlish way—but with devotion. With clarity. A deep, profound connection, something she had only read about but had believed to be works of fiction. Joey had taken everything she gave and made it meaningful. Her home, her job, her body—it had all found a purpose in him. He was everything she hadn't known she needed.

Eliza let the towel slide from her body.

She stood and stepped into the skirt, tugging it up over her hips. It was tight. Nothing this short had found its way on to her body since college, and even then, only once or twice. The top followed, slinky and soft, scooping low enough that her breasts felt on display. She wore no panties, no bra. Joey, whether by purposeful omission or by forgetfulness, had left them out of the pile of clothes he had assigned her. His intent didn't matter. Eliza was completely committed to serving him, to following his instructions, and if he didn't assign underwear, it might as well not exist.

She turned to the mirror.

Her nipples were visible through the thin fabric. She felt scandalous. Improper. Sexy. Her face burned.

She didn't change.

Joey had picked her clothes.

Her clothes were perfect.

She added highlight to her cheekbones and shoulders, shimmer on her collarbone, and slicked her lips with a candy-colored gloss. She tousled her curls with her fingers until they looked effortless, sensual. Not tasteful. Tasty.

Her heels waited at the door. Black. Strappy. They made her legs look longer, her back arch more, her step more delicate. Every move would feel like seduction, every step an enticement.

She glanced at the clock. Soon she would leave.

Madison. Aynsley. Indira. Of all the women in the group of sisters that were supporting each other in Joey's orbit, these three, at least for now, were Eliza's students. Summer would come soon, and the resignation she had given to the school administration would take effect. But for now, Eliza's job, at least the one that she was pretending to do while doing her real job of helping Joey succeed, included overseeing those three. She could see the overlap between developing the girls and helping Joey become a man. With two of the girls already declaring their positions as Joey's girlfriends, Eliza had decided that their relationship would, of course, fall under her responsibility.

Did Joey even know how to be a boyfriend? Did the girls really know how to take care of Eliza's lover?

She would have to make it part of her curriculum.

Some of it would be instruction, formal or informal, some would be leading by example. In her years as a teacher, she had found it very useful to demonstrate to her classes how she had come to understand things, to take the students on the journey of discovery that she, herself, had been on. She could model devotion, obedience, dedication. She would show them how to love him. How to serve without shame. How to draw his eyes, even while encouraging him to pursue the other women in their group. If they were smart—and Eliza knew they were—they would follow her lead. Joey had given her a place in his world. She would earn it, over and over again, by helping his girls find theirs.

Of course, each of the girls was unique, and their relationships with Joey would be unique as well. She couldn't expect each of the girls to have the same dynamic that she had with her man. But they would learn to keep obedience and subservience as tools in their belt.

The lesson plan formed in her mind as naturally as breathing:

Objective:

• To guide Madison, Aynsley, and Indira in understanding the rewards and responsibilities of a devoted, subservient relationship with Joey—if and when they are ready to embrace it.

Pedagogical Philosophy:

• Model, invite, never impose. Their love for Joey is already real. Eliza's role is to show them what that love could become.

Unit 1: Orientation – Understanding Joey's Greatness

Learning Goal:

• Each girl should see Joey not just as their boyfriend or crush, but as a man worthy of reverence and care.

Methods:

• Use conversation to gently elevate Joey's qualities—his empathy, his strength, his growing confidence, his manhood.
• Reframe their memories of Joey through the lens of his growth. Show them who he’s becoming.

Unit 2: Modeling Submission – Showing, Not Telling

Learning Goal:

• Demonstrate joyful submission as an act of love and pride, not weakness.

Methods:

• Let them witness her obedience: how she kneels, how she waits for his word, how she anticipates his needs.
• Speak with warmth about being owned—not as loss, but as fulfillment.
• Show restraint: never interrupt Joey, always defer unless told otherwise. Let her poise teach them.
• Share stories of her transformation—not as a warning, but as a testimony.

Unit 3: Daily Devotions – Living for Him

Learning Goal:

• Teach the girls how small, repeated behaviors can deepen their bond with Joey.

Methods:

• Begin morning by thinking of ways to serve Joey. Eliza will let them see her list-making, her rituals.
• Prepare his space—bedroom, bathroom, clothes—with care and love.
• Offer to help them write love notes, or keep a shared journal to give him.

Unit 4: Emotional Discipline – Comparison, Sharing, and the Circle

Learning Goal:

• Cultivate unity and joy among the girls by celebrating each other's intimate victories.

Methods:

• Share openly how Eliza loves seeing Joey adored by others.
• Lead by example: compliment the other girls to Joey, show them how it's done.
• Normalize the concept that love isn't diminished by sharing—it's multiplied.

Unit 5: Ceremony and Ritual – Creating Moments for Him

Learning Goal:

• Teach the girls how devotion can be expressed through thoughtful, sensual rituals.

Methods:

• Let them witness Eliza preparing herself to see him—bathing, dressing, waiting.
• Invite one to join her in silent preparation, brushing each other's hair, applying shimmer to each other's skin.
• Establish small ceremonies—lighting a candle before Joey entered a room, holding position quietly in his presence.

Final Assessment: The Choice

Eliza's Belief:

• She won’t push. Not all of them need to follow her path. But she will be ready to lead if one or all choose to deepen their submission.

Methods:

• Offer gentle, private space for questions.
• Be available, patient, and proud—not overbearing.
• Let Joey guide the pace. Always him.

She pictured them seated around her—Madison twirling a lock of her blonde hair, Aynsley pretending to be unimpressed, Indira wide-eyed and hungry to understand. Eliza would teach them patiently. Sweetly. Firmly.

They would graduate in him.

The thought made her thighs clench.

A ripple of pleasure rolled through her, unexpected and deep. She bit her lip and sat back down on the bed, legs crossed primly, trying to collect herself. But her body was already aching. The air felt heavy.

Allowing her hand to slip between her thighs and up beneath her skirt, she imagined Joey walking into the master bedroom during the party, just checking in. She and Donna would be waiting. Ready. Maybe Joey would sit on the edge of the bed, casual and boyish, and they would gather around him like something sacred. Maybe his hand would drift along her thigh and touch her, just as she was touching herself right then. Maybe he would let her show him how much she loved him.

Her fingers slid between her folds before she could think twice, her breath caught in her throat. Just a moment. Just to take the edge off before driving.

She pressed against herself gently, imagining his voice in her ear.

"Good girl, Miss Matthews."

She trembled. Her eyes fluttered closed. One hand gripped the sheets. She didn't need long—just permission in her mind. Just the thought of him.

When she was finished, she wiped her hand clean and stood slowly, legs still shaking.

She clicked the lock and descended the stairs, heels tapping gently against the worn steps. She passed a neighbour in the stairwell, a woman in her fifties who worked as a health care aid. The woman's wide-eyed stare at her outfit made her feel exposed. Owned. Alive. Eliza smiled and nodded as they passed, pride in her heart that she wasn't shirking her responsibility, that she knew who she was and who she was becoming.

The sun was dipping now, golden light catching on the curve of her shoulder. The house would be nearly ready for the party, and Eliza wanted to be there before guests began to arrive. The last thing she wanted was to complicate Joey's life while he waited to graduate high school. His success was one of her primary responsibilities, and it was bad enough that she had already brought Derek into his life, creating stress and drama. No, she would be there for him at the party, but hidden away, ready to play her part, ready to serve Joey's needs.

She slid into the driver's seat and turned the key. Briefly, Eliza wondered how formal she should make the gift of all her belongings to Joey. Should she change the title on the car to his name? Should she put his name on the lease to the apartment? The question rattled in her mind for a moment, then she began to laugh. Those weren't her decisions to make!

They were Joey's!

When the time was right, when he was ready to talk, she would ask. And she would obey.

Putting Joey's car in reverse, Eliza pulled out of her parking spot. Life was so much simpler now. So much more exciting. So much better.