It’s been a few months since we hooked up and after weeks of regular private invites, he has decided that he should step up his claim on me.
Before I left his room today, he attached his emblem to my collar. It changes my status, and gives me access to some areas. Now he knows where I am at all times. He can request my services whenever he wishes. I can enter his room when he is not with me. The other guests also know that I am bonded to someone.
Apparently I have new responsibilities too. I am to clean his room, so the other cleaning staff do not need to enter anymore. I cook meals when he requests. Although, we still order most meals from the kitchen.
I still have my dorm bunk, but often sleep in his room with him. I still have a shift at the pool, but cleaning his room is counted as my morning cleaning shift. I haven’t done an evening shift in some time since he usually requests my presence in the evenings. Sometimes, if he is busy or distant, I will spend a shift in the playroom during the evening.
Work at the pool area is different now. I don’t feel as burdened by it. The others treat me differently, both slaves and guests. I feel I have become more complacent in my situation. Being favored gives me a sense of belonging. It seems like everyone knows that this change has given me a higher status. It seems like I am trusted. Now that I am wearing his emblem, I have been accepted into a higher class of slave. Everyone, guests and slaves, speak to me differently, more confidentially, more respectfully.
It also means the other men keep their distance. They are still friendly and flirtatious, but there is a line they are hesitant to cross. The groping has diminished a bit. The stares have become more knowing and less lustful. Overall I feel more relaxed. My work does not seem so oppressive. Part of me feels as though I could accept this life and maybe even enjoy it.
I am a slave of a wealthy person, but what woman in my situation anywhere else in the world is not bound by the money and power of the men whom they are beholden to?
There are moments when I feel like I could have a life here that is not too bad. It might even be better than any chance of a life I had while living in Chicago. I remember the struggle.
In many ways, I am like his personal assistant. I make his drinks, how he likes them. I focus on his needs. I also get to swim and sit in the sun a bit. The view out of his apartment is beautiful. There are palm trees, grass and shrubs, peacocks and flamingos all around the grounds and pools.
In the evenings I go dancing at the playroom. We eat good food. I can imagine many women would love it here. And like many of those women, I’m scenery as much as a servant. I am expected to lounge around, and be sexy.