Yes, Monsieur?

Of course, Sir

~Andy's POV~

Sir had been too busy for me recently, it had been around 4 months since the last time we had been together physically too. I wasn't sure what I had done wrong, or if I had done anything wrong to make him avoid me like this. I was a little worried, but I had kept my distance too. I'd made myself busy perfecting my English and piano.

I'd also recently found a sketch book, I had been filling this book up with lots of different sketches. Some of Ashley, some of the female form and some fashion design. I had been an art student before I'd been whisked away to become a servant for Mister.

I of course was still completely infatuated with Ashley, I still loved him, but he'd been gone a lot of nights, he would come back in the morning smelling of alcohol and... sex. He wasn't tied down to me, I knew that, but it made me feel like I wasn't worth anything, like I was useless. I craved his attention and touch, but it seemed I was getting none of this.

Currently, I was sitting alone in the back room I'd found with the piano. I was curled up in the window ledge with my sketchbook, I was drawing a picture of Ashley and myself in the throes of passion as I reminisced over what was. I was too afraid to question Mister as to why he'd been ignoring me. After all, I was only a servant, it's not like I was important.

The other maids knew I'd been sleeping with Mister, they had been tripping me and gossiping, calling me a whore, slut and so many other degrading words. I wished they didn't think of me this way, I loved sir, that's the only reason I had slept with him. But, to him, I was just there and willing so he ran with it. I don't think he felt anything for me.

Soon, time came around for myself to begin tidying the front corridor again, the floor needed mopped and that was my job today so I left my sketchbook in 'my' room and headed to get the cleaning supplies I would need. I had no idea where Mister was right now, but I hoped I wouldn't run into him, that was the last thing I needed.

I found the mop and bucket, I carried the two items to the main hall and began to mop up the long corridor. Of course, many of the staff walked over the areas where I had just washed and left mud over the areas meaning I would have to re-do that area.

"Andrew." I heard Misters voice, then his footsteps coming towards me. God please, I don't want to see him.

I turned round to face him though, I wouldn't disobey, I couldn't. "Yes, sir?" My french accent was heavy, but you could understand my English perfectly fine.

"I have my girlfriend coming over later and I need you to be our server for the night." Mister told me, folding his arms.

That felt like a punch to the gut, a sharp pain stabbed at my chest. Girlfriend? He has a girlfriend? What was I to him then, a fling? I swallowed back all the things I wanted to scream and yell at him, I stayed quiet and nodded quickly.

"Yes, Monsieur." I resorted back to french, casting my gaze away from his face. I looked at my feet instead. I felt sick, I was so in love with him, yet he seemed to have moved on so fast, he had a girlfriend...

"Good boy. I trust you'll speak English and behave well. Wear a suit, no dresses." He told me curtly before he turned on his heel and left, his footsteps echoing in the otherwise silent hall.

My throat was tight, tears rose and fell quickly down my cheeks as I stood there. I felt like a slut, like a whore. He had never liked me, never felt anything. He just used me for sex. I was nothing more than the equivalent to a sex slave for him. The maids were right, I was a useless whore.

I stayed silent, tears sliding down my face as I worked on finishing mopping the corridor before I went to find a suit that would fit me right. I hated wearing male clothing, it felt horrible, I felt so wrong in male clothing. I was comfortable that I was born male, I just strongly preferred to wear female items of clothing. It just felt right.