New role
When Janine found out her work rival Lidia was getting the promotion over her, she took things into her own hands. Lidia never showed up to work again, and when her manager received a letter of resignation in the post they appointed Janine to the role instead.
Now Lidia has a new role, as Janine’s personal maid. The hours are long, the pay non-existent and her submission is complete.
Now Lidia has a new role, as Janine’s personal maid. The hours are long, the pay non-existent and her submission is complete.
"You know what, Janine?" Lidia's voice was sweet as sugar, a stark contrast to the bitter look on Janine's face. "You're always so... thorough."
Janine rolled her eyes, trying to keep her anger in check. "It's just part of the job, Lid." She took a sip from her lukewarm coffee, the taste of disappointment lingering on her tongue.
"But seriously," Lidia leaned in, her smile widening, "how do you manage to stay on top of everything? It's like you've got eyes in the back of your head."
"I make it my business to know what's going on," Janine replied, her voice flat. The office gossip had spread like wildfire. She had missed out on the promotion. Again.
The sun had barely cracked the horizon when Janine's alarm blared. She groaned and slapped the snooze button, but the image of Lidia strutting around the office, flaunting her new role, kept her from going back to sleep. She knew she had to act fast.
After a quick breakfast, Janine made her way to Lidia's house. She had to admit, the place looked pretty nice from the outside – a neat little townhouse with a well-kept garden. But she wasn't here to admire the landscaping. She had a plan.
Lidia's car was still in the driveway, a good sign. Janine took a deep breath and approached the door, her heart racing. The key she had copied weeks ago turned smoothly in the lock, and she slipped inside.
The house was eerily quiet, the only sound the faint ticking of a clock echoing through the hallway. She knew Lidia would be in the bathroom getting ready, so she moved quickly but silently down the hall, her eyes searching for any signs of life.
There she was, a vision in black lace and stockings, standing in front of the mirror, applying her makeup with meticulous precision. Janine could almost feel the smugness radiating from her rival's pores. But that was about to change.
Without warning, Janine grabbed a piece of fabric from her pocket, soaked in chloroform, and pressed it against Lidia's face. Lidia's eyes widened in shock for a brief moment before the drug took hold. She crumpled to the bed like a rag doll, leaving Janine to survey her handiwork.
Tying Lidia's wrists behind her back was surprisingly easy. She had never done this before, but something about the situation made it feel oddly natural. The fabric she had brought was strong and would hold well, she was sure of it. She continued to bind Lidia's elbows and ankles, taking care not to leave any slack that could be used to escape.
Next came the gag. Janine had chosen a bright white scarf, with Lidia still fainted she tied it tightly around her mouth, knotting it at the back of her head. She took a moment to appreciate her work, the way the material contrasted with Lidia's dark hair and the glint of the chloroform bottle on the bedside table.
With a smirk, Janine grabbed the spare set of car keys from Lidia's purse, knowing exactly what she was going to do next. She had to move fast, but not fast enough to raise suspicion. She didn't want to leave any trace of her visit.
Leaving the house, Janine drove to work, her mind racing with excitement and nerves. She had done it. The promotion was as good as hers. As she parked in her usual spot, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The office was still empty, a silent testament to her cunning plan.
Hours passed, and the office buzzed with the usual morning routine. People talked in hushed whispers, wondering where Lidia could be. The manager's voice grew louder as he called for her, his frustration palpable. Janine played along, feigning concern while her heart danced with victory.
The moment of truth arrived when the mail came. Janine's eyes fell on the envelope with Lidia's name on it, thick and heavy. She knew what it contained. As the manager opened it, his expression shifted from confusion to disbelief, then anger. It was the resignation letter she had forged, neatly typed and signed.
"It seems Lidia has had a change of heart," he announced, his voice gruff. "Her resignation is effective immediately. Janine, it looks like the role is now yours."
The room grew quiet, and Janine felt the weight of their stares. But she kept her cool, a perfect picture of professionalism. Inside, she was laughing, her heart pounding with the thrill of victory.
The next evening, Janine returned to Lidia's house, this time with a different set of intentions. The door was unlocked, as she had left it. Lidia was still unconscious, tied up and gagged just as Janine had left her. The smell of chloroform lingered in the air.
Lidia began to come to her senses, her eyes fluttering open and taking in the sight of Janine standing over her with a smug grin. She tried to struggle, but the binds held her firmly in place. Janine pulled a leather necklace from her purse. The necklace was engraved with the word "Slut". She leaned down to put it on Lidia's neck.
"Welcome to your new role, Lid," Janine said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're going to be my personal assistant from now on."
Lidia's eyes widened in horror as Janine attached a leash to the necklace and began to pull her off the bed. She tried to scream, but the gag muffled her protests. Janine dragged her through the house, the sound of Lidia's heels scraping against the hardwood floor a symphony of defeat.
Once outside, Janine tossed Lidia into the trunk of her car, slammed it shut, and drove to a secluded location she had scouted out days ago. A deserted warehouse on the outskirts of town. She knew no one would hear Lidia's cries for help here.
Inside the warehouse, Janine removed Lidia's gag, her voice echoing off the cold metal walls. "Now, let's get you dressed for your first day at your new job," she said, holding up a tattered maid's outfit.
Janine rolled her eyes, trying to keep her anger in check. "It's just part of the job, Lid." She took a sip from her lukewarm coffee, the taste of disappointment lingering on her tongue.
"But seriously," Lidia leaned in, her smile widening, "how do you manage to stay on top of everything? It's like you've got eyes in the back of your head."
"I make it my business to know what's going on," Janine replied, her voice flat. The office gossip had spread like wildfire. She had missed out on the promotion. Again.
The sun had barely cracked the horizon when Janine's alarm blared. She groaned and slapped the snooze button, but the image of Lidia strutting around the office, flaunting her new role, kept her from going back to sleep. She knew she had to act fast.
After a quick breakfast, Janine made her way to Lidia's house. She had to admit, the place looked pretty nice from the outside – a neat little townhouse with a well-kept garden. But she wasn't here to admire the landscaping. She had a plan.
Lidia's car was still in the driveway, a good sign. Janine took a deep breath and approached the door, her heart racing. The key she had copied weeks ago turned smoothly in the lock, and she slipped inside.
The house was eerily quiet, the only sound the faint ticking of a clock echoing through the hallway. She knew Lidia would be in the bathroom getting ready, so she moved quickly but silently down the hall, her eyes searching for any signs of life.
There she was, a vision in black lace and stockings, standing in front of the mirror, applying her makeup with meticulous precision. Janine could almost feel the smugness radiating from her rival's pores. But that was about to change.
Without warning, Janine grabbed a piece of fabric from her pocket, soaked in chloroform, and pressed it against Lidia's face. Lidia's eyes widened in shock for a brief moment before the drug took hold. She crumpled to the bed like a rag doll, leaving Janine to survey her handiwork.
Tying Lidia's wrists behind her back was surprisingly easy. She had never done this before, but something about the situation made it feel oddly natural. The fabric she had brought was strong and would hold well, she was sure of it. She continued to bind Lidia's elbows and ankles, taking care not to leave any slack that could be used to escape.
Next came the gag. Janine had chosen a bright white scarf, with Lidia still fainted she tied it tightly around her mouth, knotting it at the back of her head. She took a moment to appreciate her work, the way the material contrasted with Lidia's dark hair and the glint of the chloroform bottle on the bedside table.
With a smirk, Janine grabbed the spare set of car keys from Lidia's purse, knowing exactly what she was going to do next. She had to move fast, but not fast enough to raise suspicion. She didn't want to leave any trace of her visit.
Leaving the house, Janine drove to work, her mind racing with excitement and nerves. She had done it. The promotion was as good as hers. As she parked in her usual spot, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The office was still empty, a silent testament to her cunning plan.
Hours passed, and the office buzzed with the usual morning routine. People talked in hushed whispers, wondering where Lidia could be. The manager's voice grew louder as he called for her, his frustration palpable. Janine played along, feigning concern while her heart danced with victory.
The moment of truth arrived when the mail came. Janine's eyes fell on the envelope with Lidia's name on it, thick and heavy. She knew what it contained. As the manager opened it, his expression shifted from confusion to disbelief, then anger. It was the resignation letter she had forged, neatly typed and signed.
"It seems Lidia has had a change of heart," he announced, his voice gruff. "Her resignation is effective immediately. Janine, it looks like the role is now yours."
The room grew quiet, and Janine felt the weight of their stares. But she kept her cool, a perfect picture of professionalism. Inside, she was laughing, her heart pounding with the thrill of victory.
The next evening, Janine returned to Lidia's house, this time with a different set of intentions. The door was unlocked, as she had left it. Lidia was still unconscious, tied up and gagged just as Janine had left her. The smell of chloroform lingered in the air.
Lidia began to come to her senses, her eyes fluttering open and taking in the sight of Janine standing over her with a smug grin. She tried to struggle, but the binds held her firmly in place. Janine pulled a leather necklace from her purse. The necklace was engraved with the word "Slut". She leaned down to put it on Lidia's neck.
"Welcome to your new role, Lid," Janine said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're going to be my personal assistant from now on."
Lidia's eyes widened in horror as Janine attached a leash to the necklace and began to pull her off the bed. She tried to scream, but the gag muffled her protests. Janine dragged her through the house, the sound of Lidia's heels scraping against the hardwood floor a symphony of defeat.
Once outside, Janine tossed Lidia into the trunk of her car, slammed it shut, and drove to a secluded location she had scouted out days ago. A deserted warehouse on the outskirts of town. She knew no one would hear Lidia's cries for help here.
Inside the warehouse, Janine removed Lidia's gag, her voice echoing off the cold metal walls. "Now, let's get you dressed for your first day at your new job," she said, holding up a tattered maid's outfit.
