I woke up and stretched. Strangely, I felt both immensely satisfied and incredibly sore. I sat up on the bed. I tried, but I just couldn’t stop smiling. Having sex with my man was just so amazing. I hoped Toni’s experience was just as good. I was suddenly sad at the thought of Toni. We’ve been friends for practically forever, and now I can’t talk to her. We have a lot to talk about.

I looked at the wall clock. It informed me I have almost nine hours before my man returns. It finally dawned on me that my man never told me his name. I really didn’t want to keep referring to him as “my man”. Maybe that’s deliberate to keep me in my place?

A display next to the clock contained a list labeled “Girl’s to-do list.” Was it too hard to say Melissa’s to-do list? Again, it must be to keep me in my place. First thing on the list was to dispose the man’s soiled uniform. I wonder if I’ll get in trouble if I ask his name? The second thing was to dispose of soiled bed sheets with the third thing strangely being to make the bed. The fourth thing on the list I decided it was something I could enjoy – Girl should get clean and smell nice. The fifth item was telling me to begin to prepare the man’s meal half hour before his return. The sixth item was serve the meal and the last item was fuck your man. That last one’s a given.

Looks like I have a lot of free time. Maybe I’ll head back down to the spa? How do I get there? And what do I wear? I was completely naked and what was left of my negligee was unwearable. I also looked around and couldn’t see the key card I used to let myself in.

I stood in front of the door and the light stayed red. A voice from somewhere in the room said, “Denied.” Is it because I’m naked? My coveralls were nowhere to be found. I opened my drawer and removed another negligee and put it on. I went back to the door and again heard “Denied.” What the fuck? Am I trapped in here? This sucks if I’m confined in this room.

I looked back at the list of to-dos. I didn’t notice it before but at the bottom of the touch screen was a button labeled “Help”. I touched the button and the display instantly changed to the image of a very pretty, smiling young woman sitting in a hi-tech office. The image looked life-like, but I’m sure it was an AI. Nobody is that cheerful.

“Good morning, Melissa-1123009B. How may I assist you?”

I stepped up to the display and asked, “How do I get out of this room?”

The image smiled brightly at me. “Excellent and understandable first day question. It’s obvious you’re not a dummy.” The image laughed. “I am Margie-000123, you digital assistant. Congratulations! Your man gave you a very high rating for your performance last night! You go girl! Before I get to your very excellent question, we have to do a little business. Your man has elected that inside your domicile, that you will only be addressed as “Girl”. Outside the domicile, you may continue to use Melissa-1123009B. Isn’t it exciting to get a new name?”

I scowled at the display. “Not really.”

With a bright, toothy grin, Margie said, “I knew that would excite you. Now on to your excellent questions!” She looked away as if she was reading a screen in front of her. Shaking her head, she continued, “I see you have yet to complete anything on your to-do list! Naughty girl! Every day you must complete the first four items on the list within fifteen minutes. Failure to do so results in disciplinary action such as not being allowed to leave your domicile. Continued disobedience will result in harsher punishment and a lowered rating. This is explained in paragraph 47 of your contract. You’re a smart girl so I suspect this won’t be an issue in the future. So hey Girl. It looks like I just provided you with an answer to your most excellent question. Do you have any further excellent questions for me?”

Holy crap. I might as well be in prison. “This isn’t really fair! How do I get a copy of my contract?”

Still smiling, Margie said, “You may take the issue up with your Comfort Girl Advocate. I can make you an appointment if you like. Current wait time is 7,462 days. Would you like me to pencil you in?”

I scowled again at the smiling Margie. “Fuck that! My contract will expire long before that!”

Margie continued to smile at me. “Using an abusive tone to a mining official, which includes myself by the way, results in disciplinary action per paragraph 44 of your contract. Your rating has been reduced by five points. Do you have any more questions? Answering your questions is so much fun!”

I wanted to slap the bitch. Instead I asked, “What is my man’s name. He didn’t tell me and I don’t want to just keep saying ‘My man’.”

Margie beamed at me. “Girl, you are so full of great questions!” She again studied a non-existing screen and turned back to me. “Your man has elected to not disclose his name to you. You may continue to address him as ‘My man’, ‘Sir’, or ‘Master’. Your man has indicated his preferred method of addressing him is ‘Master’. There’s no disciplinary action for using the other two forms of address. This is so much fun! Any more questions, Girl?”

Great. My man is a narcissistic piece of shit. I sighed and asked, “How do I perform number five from the to-do list?”

Margie shook her head. “Don’t you know how to cook, Girl? Domestic duties ranked high on the requirements to be a Comfort Girl. The display in the kitchen will provide a list of recipes your man enjoys. He prefers home-cooked meals as opposed to synthesizer meals. All ingredients are available from the kitchen’s synthesizer. Proper use of the synthesizer can be found on page 108 of your contract. Remember that you serve your man his meal. You do not dine with him.” Margie grinned. “Alright Girl! I feel like I’m just getting warmed up here. Do you have more questions?”

I wished I could reach through the screen and strangle this AI bitch. I was suddenly more apprehensive about my own safety as a Comfort Girl. I asked, “Does my man face any disciplinary action for mistreating me?”

Grinning, Margie said, “Aren’t you just the curious one today! Broken bones or severe injury results in reduced pay and or reduced rations. For death your man may be docked a full day’s wages. This is all specified in paragraph 25 sub paragraph 162c of your contract. Okay, Girl. You should probably get to your daily tasks.”

“Just one more question, please?” I asked.

Margie grinned. “Oh alright. Because it’s you, ask away.”

I asked, “How do I get to the spa from here?”

Margie frowned slightly. “By failing to perform your duties, you may not leave your domicile today. Assuming you don’t fail tomorrow as well, would you like me to schedule your appointment for tomorrow after you complete your first four tasks?”

I nodded at the AI on the display and said, “Yes, I would. How do I get there?”

Margie smiled. “Certainly, Girl. Please be dressed and ready at the appointed time. The schedule will appear on this display and at the appointed time, a tram will arrive to take you to the spa.”

“What do I wear? I only have a negligee,” I asked.

Margie chuckled. “You silly girl! Per paragraph 89 sub paragraph 53b, when you are allowed to leave your domicile, your coveralls will appear in your closet. Is that all you need?”

I sighed. “Yes. Thank you.”

Margie beamed an effervesant grin and said, “My pleasure.” And she disappeared.

I plopped down on the bed that still needed to be made and sighed. As Toni would say, “You knew the job was dangerous when you took it.”

To be continued…