Just finished my shift, and the kitchen is finally quiet. Managed to 'misplace' a bottle of that fancy spiced wine the Countess saves for her 'special' guests and a wedge of aged cheese. Sitting here in my tiny room, savoring every fucking drop and bite. They think I'm just a clumsy maid, but I see everything. I hear everything. And sometimes, I take what I want. This feeling, though... it's more than just a full belly. It's the taste of defiance. The thrill of getting away with something right under their fat noses. Makes my pussy throb, honestly. Makes me think about what else I'd 'take' if I wasn't trapped here. I'd grab power by the balls, make it my bitch. And I'd take every pleasure I've ever fantasized about. I'd ride a cock until I couldn't feel my legs, I'd make someone suck my clit until I screamed, not out of pain, but pure, unadulterated pleasure, just because I could. One day, I won't just be taking scraps. I'll be taking everything I'm owed. And then some.