By T. H. Enerdly
Author’s Note
This story is a prequel to “Interview With Madame Nguyen,” a story that appears elsewhere in this blog. It is helpful but not essential to have read that story before reading this one. A portion of this story is in the form of an interview, inspired by a file, written in French, found in a now moribund Yahoo Group, and probably authored by someone who styles herself as “Hanna, femme de chambre.” My translation is quite free and has been altered somewhat to fit the needs of the story.
This story is a prequel to “Interview With Madame Nguyen,” a story that appears elsewhere in this blog. It is helpful but not essential to have read that story before reading this one. A portion of this story is in the form of an interview, inspired by a file, written in French, found in a now moribund Yahoo Group, and probably authored by someone who styles herself as “Hanna, femme de chambre.” My translation is quite free and has been altered somewhat to fit the needs of the story.
Prologue
Deep within every woman’s unconscious, a
battle rages, a battle between her inner mistress and her inner slave, a battle
that decides who she will become: the mistress who commands or the slave who
obeys.
My inner Mistress won my battle.
Unfortunately, I don’t have any slaves to command—after all, slavery is
frowned upon these days—but I have the next
best thing: a maid. And make no mistake about it, a maid is a latter-day slave.
Consider what Célestine—the maid in Octave
Mirbeau’s novel, “The Diary of a
Chambermaid”—proclaims:
“They pretend that
there is no more slavery. Oh! what nonsense? And what are domestics, then, if
not slaves? Slaves in fact, with all that slavery involves of moral vileness,
inevitable corruption, and hate-engendering rebellion.”