Girls Are Like Puppy Dogs, Really Are

After college I returned home because I didn't have a job. I got a low paying job in food service. One day I was with a female 'friend' from the restaurant and my mother caught us kissing. It ended badly, she blamed all of my bad decisions on 'that' and if I couldn't keep myself proper then I had to move out.

I got a room with a man who needed someone to look after his house. He works for a law firm, but isn't a lawyer. In his house he used this police whistle whenever he wants me. At first it got to me, but I adapted to it. My ears pick up the sound of the chain when he picks it up and I go to him when he blows the whistle.

Against the whole narrative I want to please him. I do a lot more than my arrangement calls for. In addition to cooking, which I love doing for him, I do his errands (he loans me a car for that).

All I am saying is that you can adapt to anything. Like a puppy dog I responded when he whistles, I wag my tail when he gets home, and I sit at his feet in the living room. I love when he smiles at me and rubs my head for it. If he whistles for me from the bedroom I know why I'm going.

I now consider myself bi, because I have sex with him.