I looked at the instruction manual for the strange new program my maid, Monika, had found in the mail. Apparantly, I had been picked for a promotional package for this "revolutionary new program". I read from the subtext that I was, in a way, a beta tester. Not that I minded. I had a lot of money, and I had taken the liberty of a year off from my studies. Well, technically it was my parents who had most of the money, but they supported me with everything I needed. They had even bought me a huge apartment, and staffed it with a full-time servant, Monika.
Monika was a beautiful young woman. At 21 years, she was just a couple of years younger than me. Her grandparents had arrived from Poland during WWII, and she had kept an eastern european look I was weak for. To top it off, she didn't at all mind being called my maid, or dress in french maid costumes while working.
I had often wondered a bit about how her life was. She was so different from me, in so many ways. Her background was completely opposite. While I came from Old Money, she came from a poor family that had been serfs and servants for hundred of years. Her personality was just as different, subservient and quiet where I was controlling and dominant. Being dominant sexually as well, I had many a time thought of trying to take our master/servant relationship to another level. I really liked the girl, to be honest. But the fear of a sexual harassment charge had so far kept me from trying. She was my employee, after all.