Every Friday Her Ladyship visits the Ritz for afternoon tea. Leaving Harold, the senior male servant, in charge of the house. But look at him! Standing there in front of Laura’s desk with his hands behind his back like a schoolboy. Laura is a mere kitchen maid, for God’s sake, so why on earth is Harold trembling?
Laura carefully studies the notes in Her ledger. You’re still giving Me hard time, Harold, She sighs. And I don’t understand why. Yes, I have you complete in My power and yes, all your hard earned money goes into My account. But what’s the big deal? It’s not the end of the world, is it?
This has to stop, he says with restrained anger in his voice, I can’t take it anymore.
She closes the ledger and nods in understanding. You’re right, you’re right. Let’s tell Her Ladyship the truth – that I caught you sniffing My panties. Get it over with. I can always give Her your filmed confession of course, but I think it’s best you tell Her personally. Come clean, get fired and spend the rest of your li-
Stop, please … he whispers. He looks so powerless and lost, so beaten and crushed. He swallows his pride and says: I apologise for my behaviour, it … it won’t happen again.
That’s correct, because who’s in charge here, Harold?
You are, Madame.
See? That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now, get the fuck back to work and send in My next victim.
Twelve, pale looking, servants are waiting in line in the hallway. The Housekeeper is waiting (caught gossiping about Her Ladyship), the Valet (just for being a dick) and the Coachman (caught kissing the Parlourmaid). The Under Butler is waiting for his turn (caught masturbating on the job) and, the biggest catch of all, the Gamekeeper (who writes naughty – very, very naughty – stories in his free time).
Flies caught in Her web, helpless and completely at Her mercy.
Laura carefully studies the notes in Her ledger. You’re still giving Me hard time, Harold, She sighs. And I don’t understand why. Yes, I have you complete in My power and yes, all your hard earned money goes into My account. But what’s the big deal? It’s not the end of the world, is it?
This has to stop, he says with restrained anger in his voice, I can’t take it anymore.
She closes the ledger and nods in understanding. You’re right, you’re right. Let’s tell Her Ladyship the truth – that I caught you sniffing My panties. Get it over with. I can always give Her your filmed confession of course, but I think it’s best you tell Her personally. Come clean, get fired and spend the rest of your li-
Stop, please … he whispers. He looks so powerless and lost, so beaten and crushed. He swallows his pride and says: I apologise for my behaviour, it … it won’t happen again.
That’s correct, because who’s in charge here, Harold?
You are, Madame.
See? That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now, get the fuck back to work and send in My next victim.
Twelve, pale looking, servants are waiting in line in the hallway. The Housekeeper is waiting (caught gossiping about Her Ladyship), the Valet (just for being a dick) and the Coachman (caught kissing the Parlourmaid). The Under Butler is waiting for his turn (caught masturbating on the job) and, the biggest catch of all, the Gamekeeper (who writes naughty – very, very naughty – stories in his free time).
Flies caught in Her web, helpless and completely at Her mercy.
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