Chapter Eight
Courtesan
I relish being near the circle of power. The clothing I’m allowed, the implicit respect that comes with being the master’s slave, the responsibility of being an example for the other slaves to follow, all contribute to my sense of status and self-assurance. My worth is confirmed each time I accompany Mr. Rose beyond the estate walls or sit next to him at the dinner table.
Not to say I’m allowed to forget my position. I’m reminded of my slave status constantly, either in Mr. Rose’s chambers or when I’m tied down to an X-rack for guests. Most times, Raymond or Ms. Lynn blindfolds me but they always stay in the room. My protectors, my safety net. Their hands perpetually reassure me of their presence, either resting gently on my shoulders or slowly combing their fing
