There seems to be this connection between myself and Mr. Regal that transcends a typical master and servant relationship. From the very first day I think I could sense something off of him. I can't really put it to words, but it was definitely something. I could see it in his eyes the most. I need to bear in mind that I am still his servant. A servant can love its master, but I cannot just assume myself to be his lover and forget everything else.
I still remember that first day when I auditioned for the job like it was yesterday. I know Mr. Regal was specific with his ad, but I never imagined my uniform would be what it is. It was initially what confused me so much about his true intentions. I couldn't help but wonder if a maid was truly what he wanted or if this was just how he liked things. Who am I to judge what people like? I've been through much worse and humiliating things than this and it was all just some sort of specific fetish that my masters at the time harbored. Mr. Regal doesn't cause anyone any hurt or grief with this so I see no reason to question his tastes.
I don't mind wearing these clothes and accessories at all, but anyone can see the sexual nature of it. In all my years of serving people, I've had my fair share as a sexual slave and I had thought I knew what people wanted. Mr. Regal has proven me wrong. Sometimes I think he's just oblivious to some of the things he does. Maybe the time he has spent alone has made him forget personal boundaries. Not that I mind when he embraces me and kisses me on the cheek, I actually love it, but I'm just not used to actions like those being the norm. At least not for someone with supposedly no interest in sexual interaction.
The punishment with the collar and chain...as painful as it was, I couldn't help but feel that it was just a way for Mr. Regal to indulge in something he otherwise wouldn't think of. We all have something that we keep locked away. It's clear that he intends for me to remain locked away in here. That's fine. I never had much of a place in the outside world. This is my world now at least for as long as it lasts. To find out that it really was truly just a punishment, however... It just further goes to show that I cannot just make assumptions about this man. I hate to disappoint Mr. Regal. He has been so good to me and all I want to do is return the favor through my service to him.
In any way possible.
After just barely a week, Mr. Regal and I have had sex. The way he whispered that I only deserved the best...The way he touched me and sucked me... It shouldn't feel like anything new, because it isn't, but with him I feel fresh somehow. He gives me a sensation I have never felt from my other masters. In that moment when he fucked me I did hope that I could have felt more of his love along with his primal need, but there I go thinking more like a lover than a servant. I have a feeling that, despite being able to reassure Mr Regal the other night, I won't get something like yesterday again. Am I really just his maid now? Am I his whore now too? Does he now wonder the same thing? Either way, I really meant it when I told him that I am whatever he wanted me to be. I'll gladly be both if it's what he desires.