by kstanley

Master has spent most of the evening at his desk with his sleeves rolled up. I came in to bring the Master his evening brandy and I tried to tell him that he is working too hard. Master is so brilliant and dedicated. He just waved me away and saying something about having to work hard if he wants to rule the world before 30. Master is so ambitious (and so well-formed) it is all I can do not to fall to my knees and beg him to ravish me right across his desk. It's getting harder and harder to resist the temptation.

That stupid Fruity doesn't know how lucky he is. If Master ever looked at me the way he looks at Fruity, I would melt in a puddle on the floor. I would literally have to be mopped up. Then I would spend all of my time with Master in bed. My tongue would grow raw from licking every inch of my Master.

But Master does not look at me like he does Fruity. I am not Fruity. Sadly just as I was leaving Master (after serving him his brandy), Master told me to tell Cook to increase the daily fruit and vegetable orders. Master wants more cucumbers. Sob! More? That means Fruity will continue to plague my existence.

I have considered seducing Fruity away from Master, but can't bring myself to do it. I hate Fruity too much. But perhaps I could find someone else to seduce Fruity away? I am wondering about that delicious blond boy that came that night with that stiff upper lip girl. Perhaps I can convince Blondie to seduce Fruity. Must work on this plan.