0 comments/ 25547 views/ 2 favorites The Job Interview Ch. 02 By: oldeman Long time between "The Job Interview" and this submission. Please go back and read "TJI" first. * Erica crawled out from under the desk and looked at Frank. His grin went from ear to ear and he was gently stroking his deflating cock. "Yes, you definitely have the talent to work in an adult toy store," he said. "I'll let Vickie work out the details with you." He started to get out of the chair when Vickie intervened. "Well there is 'unfinished business' to take care of that doesn't include clothes." With that, Vickie unsnapped the top of her halter and let her gorgeous 36D's spring free. After sliding the dress off her body, she stood there with her hands on her hips and said, "I think you two are overdressed." Her freshly eaten cunt was still swollen and slightly red. Frank took the cue and removed his shirt while Vickie helped Erica out of her top, pausing to give each breast a loving squeeze, and each nipple a quick kiss. Erica was impressed with Frank's physique. She admired his taut stomach and broad shoulders hungrily and thought, "One of these days...." Frank sat back down and Erica and Vickie knelt at each knee. Looking across Frank's thighs, their eyes met and Erica knew she had never seen such a lustful stare as Vickie was giving her. At the same time, they reached for and found Frank's cock. Both of them began to stroke it as they leaned towards each other. Stroking his cock together, one hand atop the other, they began what turned out to be a very sexy, lingering kiss. Vickie's tongue snaked out to find Erica's waiting mouth and plunged inside, almost taking Erica's breath away. Their tongues found and played sexily with each other. Erica saw her chance and used her other hand to cup Vickie's tit, hefting it gently and then, finding the nipple, gave it a loving pinch. Vickie moaned in Erica's mouth and increased pressure on Frank's cock. Breaking the kiss, Vickie engulfed his entire dick in one swift motion. Erica continued stroking as Vickie found her up and down rhythm, and started pulling Vickie's nipple more urgently. Vickie took Frank's dick from her mouth and offered it to Erica. Erica knew just what she needed to do, and hungrily took the entire length into her mouth, barely pausing to relax her throat muscles as Frank plunged into her throat, her nose nestling in his soft pubic hair. Vickie stood up and kissed Frank urgently, telling him he needed to stand up. She then took Erica's hand, helping her to her feet. They turned around and leaned on the edge of the desk, presenting their gorgeous asses and pussies to Frank. Not shy, Frank simply plunged his entire length into Vickie for a few strokes, then Erica for a few more. While fucking them gently, he used his hands to finger fuck the pussy not being attended to by his cock. This continued for a few minutes until Vickie crawled onto the desk and positioned herself under Erica's swinging breasts. Catching a nipple in her mouth, she began making love to the puffy tidbit. Erica was lost in the sensations -- Frank's cock working her pussy into a frenzy, and Vickie's mouth performing it magic on her nipples. It didn't take long before Frank and Vickie drove Erica over the edge into another mind-blowing, knee weakening orgasm. Completely spent, Erica lay her upper body on the desk and welcomed it refreshing coolness. Vickie dove onto Frank's steel-hard cock and began sucking furiously. After a few seconds, he groaned and shot his second load of the afternoon into Vickie's eager mouth. Erica raised her head and kissed Vickie, sharing Frank's cum. "Well, that just leaves the customer service portion of the interview," said Vickie, as she stretched languorously, and stroked Erica's back. Not sure of what "customer service" entailed, Erica looked at Vickie with a question in her eyes. Vickie went on to explain. "We'll get cleaned up, and I'll go out into the store and pick a customer for you to interact with here in the office. Sell them the item they've picked out, recommend additional items, or simply offer advice. It's semi-private, and you have the luxury of being in familiar surroundings. You can let it go as far as you wish, and Frank and I will be nearby if you need us." Erica felt herself beginning to get moist at the thoughts of "helping" a customer try out a toy, or showing them how it worked. Frank and Vickie's private bathroom had a shower and large sink. The toilet had a bidet accessory, and Erica enjoyed the warm cleansing action on her pussy. She and Vickie got to know each other as they touched up makeup and hair, and within fifteen minutes, they were ready for the rest of the interview. Erica left the restroom first and Vickie couldn't resist hugging her from behind and giving her nipples a delightful pinch. "That's for luck!" she said coyly as she left the office and went into the store. Vickie spied an obviously nervous couple looking around the store and saw that they had chosen a DVD and personal massager. She approached them and introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Vickie, the Toy Shoppe manager, and I have a special request," Vickie told the startled couple. They looked around as if about to run away, but Vickie's gaze held them. "I'm conducting a job interview in the office, and we are very big on customer service here. The young lady being interviewed has done everything right so far, but we need to know how she will interact with customers. I assure you, she is just as nervous as you are, and to provide an incentive, I'll give you the selections you have already made, plus a $50.00 gift card for future use. What do you say?" "Well, I'm Lou and this is my wife Randi. This is our first time at an adult toy store, so we should make it memorable. I'm OK with it if Randi is," answered the thirty-something young man. His wife, Randi was a little more apprehensive, but finally consented. Vickie escorted them to the office door, knocked gently, and left. Erica had used the time to arrange the loveseat and chair into a more comfortable setting. When she heard Vickie's knock, she took a deep breath and checked herself in the mirror. Answering the door, Erica was somewhat surprised to see not one, but two people standing there. "Hi, I'm Erica. I guess Vickie told you about my interview," she said as she shook their hands and showed them into the luxurious office. "Yes. I'm Lou and this is my wife Randi," replied Lou. "This is quite an office." "Well, the owners are great people and they want everything first class," said Erica. Won't you sit down and try not to be nervous?" "Nervous is not the word. We're terrified!" said Randi, who had not spoken up to this point. "Oh, just try and relax," said Erica. "I'm the one being interviewed." Lou and Randi sat on the loveseat, and Erica took the chair opposite them. "Now, what brings you to the Toy Shoppe?" she asked. "Well, we had gotten into a rut sexually. Jobs, kids, the house-all have taken a toll on our sex life," answered Lou. "Randi and I agreed to try and spice things up a little bit, and this seemed like a good place to start." "That's a very good idea," Erica said. "I admire you for working on the problem together." Erica's sincerity seemed to put the couple at ease. "We really used to have great sex, but like Lou said, we got into a rut," said Randi. "We thought we might get some ideas here. We picked out this DVD and massager but we would appreciate any help you can give us." "Well I'll try. Let me see your DVD," said Erica. Lou handed her the box, and Erica was surprised to see that it was a movie with a threesome on the cover. "Do you feel that a third party will helpful?" asked Erica. "Oh, she'll be helpful!" exclaimed Randi. "Lou is the best lover and I can never seem to satisfy him." "You're just being modest," said Lou. "Erica, she has the most incredible body, and she really knows how to use it. It's just that I can't seem to push her buttons anymore." Erica made her decision at that point. She got up and walked over to the loveseat. "Let me sit between you," she said, knowing that there would be skin contact on both sides. Her miniskirt rose well past mid-thigh as she sat down and this fact was not lost on either Randi or Lou. "How would you feel if I kissed your wife?" Erica asked Lou. "I think it would be great," he replied. Erica turned and kissed Randi on the lips briefly, but with meaning. Surprisingly, Randi put her hand behind Erica's head and pulled her face to within inches of her own lips. "This is a kiss," she breathed huskily, and attacked Erica's mouth. Her tongue probed Erica's lips until she opened her mouth and allowed Randi's tongue to enter her mouth. A little surprised, Erica returned the intensity of the kiss and probed Randi's mouth with her own tongue. Breaking the kiss, Erica turned to Lou and asked, "Was that sexy?" "It sure was!" he exclaimed, as he tried to adjust his trousers that had suddenly become tight. Erica turned to Randi and asked, "Would you mind if I feel your husband's dick?" "Certainly not," said Randi. Erica turned to Lou and began to rub his sizeable erection through his pants. "That feels like quite a pole you have there," she said as she looked into his eyes. "Show it to her Lou," said Randi. "If she likes how it feels, she'll love how it looks." Lou stood up and took off his pants. The front of his white briefs bulged noticeably, and as he peeled them down his legs, Erica got an idea. When he stood up, his dick stood up proudly, extending some seven inches, a drop of pre-cum forming on the head. "Wow! That is some cock," said Erica appreciatively, beginning to feel her own juices start to flow. Randi stood up and took off her conservative, unflattering dress. Her bra and panties matched -- both plain white. "I can tell you both, you need some spice in your wardrobe. It's easy to feel sexy when you dress sexy," said Erica. With that she stood up and wiggled out of her mini-skirt. Her g-string was already sopping wet, and had become nearly transparent. She turned and faced the couple, who sat wide-eyed at the sexy vision before them. Pulling off her top, Erica's breasts bounced slightly, and her erect nipples put on their usual show. When she sat back down, the skin contact was electric. Rubbing their thighs simultaneously, Erica urged them to express their feelings and desires. "Well, I just think two girls getting it on would be sexy. That's why we chose this movie," said Lou, as he squirmed slightly under Erica's firm caresses. She was inching closer and closer to his cock, and he felt he should be doing something with his hand. "Rub my breast," whispered Erica, as she turned to Randi. "What about you, Randi? Do you think two girls is a turnon, or would you rather see Lou fuck another woman?" "Oh, definitely both!" Randi panted as Erica's talented fingers approached her pussy. Randi moved her own hands to her breasts and began rubbing the nipples in a circular motion. "Put your finger in my pussy and see how wet the thought has made me." She pulled her panties aside to allow room for Erica's finger. Erica did just that and slid her middle finger in easily. She tried two, and they nestled in Randi's hot cunt like they were meant to be there. Erica meanwhile had grasped Lou's cock and was stroking it in time with his ministrations of her nipple. "Randi, when you kissed me earlier, I gathered it was not the first time you had kissed a girl," said Erica. "But it was," replied Randi. "It's just that you are extremely hot and turned me on. I just wanted to show you how I felt." "Well, I got the message. How would you feel about eating a pussy?" asked Erica. "If it's yours, I'm all for it," answered Randi. "Why don't you give Lou's beautiful dick a little attention while I get things ready?" asked Erica as she stood up and started across the office. Simply leaning over into the space Erica had occupied on the loveseat, Randi put herself at eye level with Lou's dick. She held it lovingly and rubbed the precum around the head with her thumb. The glistening head disappeared into Randi's hungry mouth and she licked the underside of the head, while sucking gently. The sensation was almost too much for Lou, and he gently moved Randi's head up so he could kiss her. "I've never seen you look sexier," he said, and kissed her deeply. "Ok" said Erica as she placed the cushion at the end of the desk. "Time to get you out of those plain Jane undies." Together, she and Lou removed Randi's white panties and bra. Randi's breasts were about the same size as Erica's and sagged very little when the bra was removed. What was amazingly sexy to Erica was the size of Randi's areola and nipples. Randi's nipples were at least a half-inch long and her aerola were larger than a silver dollar. "Those are some sexy tits you have there, Randi," said Erica as she took one in her mouth and one in her hand. Gently sucking on the nipple, Erica heard Randi sigh contentedly. She gave the other nipple a loving tug and said, "It's showtime folks." Taking the couple by the hand, Erica led them to the desk "This is a fucking desk," she said matter-of-factly. "When I get on top, Randi can kneel on the cushion and eat my cunt. Lou, you just jump in whenever and wherever you want." With that, Erica slid off her g-string and sat on the edge of the desk, spreading her legs. Looking at Erica's glistening pussy, Randi wasted little time in positioning the cushion so that she could attend to the task at hand. Sensing Randi's apprehension, Erica gently said, "I'll let you know when you are doing it right. Just start slow and try to do what feels good to you." Randi leaned towards Erica's pussy and inhaled the musky aroma that said "I'm ready for sex!" Hesitantly, she touched Erica's thighs and instantly felt the heat. Bending slightly to get her mouth closer, she blew a gentle breath over Erica's pussy. "Oh yes! That's a great way to start!" exclaimed Erica. Emboldened, Randi then licked the lips and ran her tongue up and down them. Slowly, she inserted her tongue into Erica's pussy and began to work it back and forth. "That feels great," said Erica, as she looked up to see what Lou was doing. He had removed the massager from its package and turned it on to its lowest setting. Moving around to Randi's side, he began to rub her nipples. The sensation of the gentle vibrations on her nipples, sent Randi into a gentle, pleasing orgasm. It also caused her to increase the pressure of her tongue on Erica's pussy, which in turn was driving Erica closer to her own climax. Lou then positioned himself behind Randi and leveled his cock at her slit. "Baby, I'm gonna fuck you like you want it!" he said. "Don't be gentle," she replied. "Fuck me like a whore!" With that, Lou buried his seven-inch dick to the hilt in one stroke. Erica used her hands to pull her lips apart and expose her clit to Randi. Taking a pounding from Lou's dick did not deter her from attacking Erica's sensitive nubbin, first using the tip of her tongue and then pressing her tongue flat against Erica's engorged clit. Then she slipped it between her lips and began to suck gently. While sucking on the love button, she felt Erica begin to climax. Continuing to suck Erica's clit, Randi seemed to feel the strength of Lou's deep fucking. Sending Erica over the edge made her groan into her pussy and intensified the orgasm. Erica flooded Randi's face with juice and writhed on the desk. Never missing a stroke, Lou continued his assault on his wife's pussy. Erica caught her breath and gently moved Randi's head. Slipping off the desk, she retrieved the massager and knelt between the couple so she could see the point of attack. Lou's cock was glistening and made a slurping sound as he pistoned in and out of Randi's wet pussy. Her clit was exposed and that was where Erica put the massager. The sensitive bud was ripe and when Erica touched it with the vibrating wand, Randi began to moan quite loudly. Lou's dick seemed a foot long when Erica looked at it and she then allowed it to contact the massager, giving him an added thrill. The couple's pace quickened and Erica slid the glistening head of the vibrator into Lou's crack and pushed against his asshole. It was as if she had set off a charge of dynamite -- Lou grunted as he spewed a massive load of cum into Randi's suctioning pussy. She writhed and shouted, "Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! I'm cummingggg!" Their mutual spasms continued, then slowed, and Lou's softening cock slid put of Randi's saturated pussy with and audible plop. They looked at each other and quickly embraced. "Baby that's what we've been missing," whispered Lou. "Oh yes!" said Randi, her breathing beginning to return to normal. "And we owe it all to Erica's customer service." With that, she embraced Erica and kissed her passionately. "Thanks," said Erica, "but I'm just trying to keep the customers satisfied." They all laughed at the double entendre and began to get dressed. The couple gave Erica their phone number and kissed her before leaving the office. Erica went into the restroom to freshen up, and when she returned to the office, Vickie was waiting, with a big smile on her face. "I don't know what you did, but that couple was satisfied!" said Vickie as she approached Erica. "They said they'll be back and wanted to know about the lingerie store." At that point, Vickie walked over and shook Erica's hand, quite the businesswoman. "When can you start work?" The Job Interview Ch. 02 James had spent the remainder of the week challenging himself about whether or not to take the job. Who was he kidding? He was more excited about this job, than if his former boss rang him up, offering him his old job, a £100k pay rise at half the hours! This had benefits way beyond the odd magnum over lunch on a Friday. Having gathered all this belongs, he set off to the new chapter in his life. What would it bring? Who knew, other than Michelle, but suffice to say James life would change forever. Whilst he was only moving around 30 miles outside of London, it felt like he was moving to another country. James drove to Michelle's house with his clothes and personal possessions. As he had only just got back from travelling, this did not amount to much. James dressed casually in jeans and trainers and of course the pink panties given to him by Michelle at the interview which she insisted he wore. James found the house without needing to refer to the map again and parked on the drive. He had a nervous excitement about what might unfold and the keys to the car shook in his slightly trembling hand. Michelle answered the door and opened it slowly adding to the suspense. To James it seemed like an eternity. She stood there wearing a tight white blouse and a black pencil skirt. Very sexy, but with a slight business look. Her hair was swept off her face, so that it was clear. Michelle had quite pretty features: soft face, dark eyes and matching dark hair. She wasn't slim and clearly revelled in her curvy form. "Good morning Ma'am." James said pleasingly. "So you are here James and on time. A good start" there was a slight pause. James stood unsure what to do next. "Don't you know how to greet a lady?" putting out her hand out to James. James leaned forward to shake it. But straight away she pulled it back "No. Kiss it." She scolded James. James became flustered but took Michelle's hand again and kissed it softly. Her skin smelt of body lotion and was really soft to James lips. She certainly was a woman that took great care with her appearance. "So, are you ready James? Ready to start?" Michelle said with a smirk. "Yes Ma'am. I can't wait." "Well leave your belongings there. Enter and follow me." "Yes Ma'am." James left his bags by the front door porch and entered the house following Michelle. James followed the same path to the kitchen, as he did last week. "Tea, James." James thought she was asking if he fancied a cup, but she wasn't. "I'd love one Ma'am - I'll make it." "Not for you! That wasn't a question. Just for me. You can have yours later." "Yes Ma'am." Michelle sat at the breakfast bar opposite to where the kettle was situated and where James started to make the cup of tea. She sat on a high stool with her legs crossed. James did all I could to avoid looking at her legs and concentrated on making the tea. Even though he managed to avoid looking at her legs, it meant that James also had to make sure he didn't stare at her rather plentiful cleavage that was teasingly on display. No matter how hard he tried to avert his eyes from her legs and cleavage, it was virtually impossible. "Focus on me, not on my body!!" Luckily for James she laughed rather than get cross about it. "How do you like your tea, Ma'am?" "Milky, no sugar." "Ok Ma'am." James handed Michelle her tea; hoping, praying it was up to her exact requirements. He didn't know whether to stand or sit and stood awkwardly awaiting his next instruction. "Now James, I have printed off a rota of chores for you to do. I will take you through the house and the rest of the property and we can discuss your chores as we go." James took the list from Michelle and scanned his eye over it, whilst at the same time listening to what Michelle had to say. James knew that it would not be wise to miss anything vital. "Are you a good cook James?" "Yes, I love cooking." "That's good. You will be responsible for all the cooking. Sometimes I dine out but I will let you know. There will be a menu for you to follow and provisions will be delivered on a weekly basis." "I don't need to go and buy them?" "Not generally. But there will be times when the menu has to be changed or extra items will be needed at short notice. So in which case, you will need to do the shopping on those occasions." "The Kitchen will be kept spotless at all times. I will always be checking on you, be sure of that. The times I wish to take my meals are at the top of the menu. Make sure you are punctual." "Ok Ma'am. I love cooking. I'm looking forward to this." So far Michelle was keeping the exchanges quite formal, as if James was starting employment in a normal work atmosphere. She did this to make James falsely believe that he was more employee than the slave. For now. Michelle finished her cup of tea and handed it to James to wash. "I've had better cups of tea." she remarked dismissively. "Right. Let's move on." James followed, too scared to disagree. "Ahhh. Before we go upstairs, there is something I need to show you." Michelle opened a door next to the kitchen. It was a utility room, with a washing machine, tumble dryer and associated cleaning products. "You will do my washing when needed. You must hand wash all my underwear. I want you to keep them nice for me. I don't want my silk ruined." "Yes Ma'am." James noticed a basket full of underwear. Some very sexy, some more day to day wear. "This is my dining room. You will set the table for all meals except breakfast at the weekend, which you will bring to me in bed." "Yes Ma'am." James felt he was responding like a robot, but quite enjoyed it nonetheless. Michelle then walked towards the foot of the stairs and went to put her hand on the cupboard door. But under her breath, but loud enough for James to hear, she said "I think I will leave that for later." She obviously said this deliberately, as immediately James mind was racing as to what was in that cupboard. Maybe it lead somewhere? But he said nothing. "This is my lounge." Entering a long room with very big windows which let in a lot of light. Decorated subtlety with a traditional feel but maintaining in a modern feel. "It's a very nice house, Ma'am." James commented. Big leather settees, classy ornaments and actually spotless. There were also a few very arty type paintings on the wall. At first glance they appeared to be of courting couples. "Nice art collection, Ma'am." James continued to praise. Upon closer inspection they were actually pictures of men worshipping women, in a very erotic way. "They please me" Michelle said, with a cheeky grin and a small laugh escaped her lips. James kept looking back at them, fascinated by what he saw. The pictures added a further layer of mystery and attraction to Michelle. "Your daily chores for the living room and the hallway are on your rota." "It seems straightforward so far Ma'am." As they left the living room, they came to the foot of the stairs by the front door. Underneath the stairs was a doorway, which Michelle pointed to. "This is my private study. I will let you know when I want you to carry out chores in there for me. Otherwise you will never open that door. Do you understand me?" "Yes Ma'am" James replied nervously. Crikey - what was in there? "You are not to enter without specific permission from me only, do you understand?" "Yes. I understand Ma'am" We then started to climb the stairs. James followed behind her and couldn't help but admire her calf's, underneath her black tights. Michelle felt his gaze and loved the fact that James could probably now see the tops of her stockings. The stairs ended on a large open landing. The first room was Michelle's. "This is my room." Michelle announced. It was huge. Michelle's bed was in the centre of the room and it was fairly minimalistic and like the living room, spotless. The bed was a four poster bed, very opulent covered in beautiful white sheets. On the far side of the bedroom, was an open doorway leading to Michelle's en-suite bathroom. In keeping with the rest of the house, it was immaculate. Large shower and bath, and all the usual mod cons. "Wow - it's lovely Ma'am." The rest of the floor had three other guest rooms, served by a general bathroom. There was also a spare room, which, unlike the rest of the house was full of boxes and spare clothes. James had not noticed a further flight of stairs, at the end of the hallway. It lead to a single room and Michelle took James into it. The room was a small bedroom within the loft space of the house, with a sky light. It was the smallest bedroom in the house, very functional with a single bed, a bedside table, plain lamp and a single wardrobe. There was also a small toilet and shower cubicle in a room just off it. It was not far removed from a prison cell. "This is your room James. I know you men don't like too many frills. So you can have a nice plain functional room. This isn't a hotel, after all." "Yes Ma'am I think I will be happy here." Michelle then opened the wardrobe. "As you can see there are a few outfits, in particular underwear, that you're not familiar with. Generally you can wear what you like, however there will be occasions when I want you to wear, or not wear, what I tell you. You can bring up your own clothes later." "Now James, do you agree that I own you now?" She asked as she sat back down on the bed. "But you are free to leave at any time. I'm not forcing you to stay; you're here of your own free will." "Yes Ma'am I understand." "Stand in front of me." "Yes Ma'am." "Strip for me James." "Yes Ma'am." James nervously took off his t-shirt, followed by his shoes and jeans. James followed Michelle's order to wear the panties that she gave him at the interview and stood there in front of her wearing them. "Ahhh, there are my panties!" Michelle put her hand out and rubbed it over the material, over James crotch and then reached behind him to feel his bum. "I bet you love every minute of wearing them, don't you James?" James just nodded. "I hope you followed my other order: that you didn't touch your little dinkle. Have you?" she asked as she ran her nails over the front of the panties. "No Ma'am. I promise I haven't." James felt his cock stiffen, in the panties, to Michelle's touch. With it being over a week since he last had a wank, he felt so aroused. "Of course you haven't James. Your little dinkle belongs to me now, not you James. It looks pleased to see it's owner anyway." Michelle laughed. "Now I will leave you here for fifteen minutes so you can read over your chores and get acquainted with your room in your new home. I'll call you down shortly, when I can show you some more instructions." James sat on the bed for a moment in a trance like state. He was in just pink panties and filled with such a nervous excitement; he really could not describe the emotions going through his mind. Michelle, after all, gave him the option to leave at any time. Yet, right now, he had no intention of leaving. He had fantasised about this scenario all his adult life and James was prepared to give it his best shot! So to speak. James couldn't believe how sexy he found Michelle and already was developing a crush on her. Michelle was more sexy in the way she carried herself, than the way she looked. There was an aura and deportment about her, that James found captivating. Maybe she felt the same. But James was naive to think that. Michelle did not fancy James in the slightest. Not in the conventional boyfriend/girlfriend sense anyway. While James sat on the bed slowly facing the reality of the situation, downstairs Michelle was thinking about James and whether or not he would cut the mustard. Michelle was not new to Femdom, having been part of the scene for a number of years already. Like James she often dreamt of having a house boy, cater for all her needs and James, so far, was fitting the bill: young, obedient, keen to please but best of all mouldable. Almost like a young small cute puppy dog. A big smile broke on her face. James, so far, had seemed to take everything on the chin and did everything he was told to. She loved his naivety and his cheekiness. But more than anything she loved the fact that his cock was always aroused and she knew he was ripe for training; even if he was finding it all a shock right now. Michelle was a strict yet caring Mistress, who would tell it how it is and would not mince her words. She wanted James to carry out chores in and around the house, to use him as a play thing and humiliate him whenever or wherever possible. At this stage she did not know what exactly she wanted to do, but time would tell. Initially she would start James off with household chores and to put him through his paces. Perhaps build him up a little as a false comfort. Michelle was not sure whether or not to keep their relationship discreet, or indeed perhaps she would have friends, male or female, pop round and display James to them. Clearly she would not do this with people that would be uncomfortable about the set-up, but to her more broadminded friends she would be happy to proudly show off her ownership of James. Maybe not today, tomorrow or next week -- but most likely in the future. James was reading through the list of chores. It looked fairly straightforward, with specific times given for various duties. It was clear that every minute of his day would be accounted for. He did notice a few blanks, but did not know what this meant. James looked around the room and caught a glimpse at himself in the fall length mirror. My god it was a complete departure from his pin stripe suit he so often wore to work in the city. But, the sight of him standing in frilly pink panties excited him more than anything had since returning to UK from his travels. He was a little unsure what to do next, whether to actually start or wait for the next command. James got off the bed and took a peek in the wardrobe, before unpacking his bags. In the wardrobe was a closed bag with a note stapled to it. It read: "Inside this bag you will find underwear that you are to wear at all times. There is also a black bin liner, and into which I want you place all your male underwear." Inside the bag was a selection of women's underwear: conventional panties, lace, frilly, cotton, thongs different colours and patterns. James was stunned. It was one thing wearing panties right now, but to wear them forever and give up his Calvin Kleins was quite another. But rules were now rules and if he did not like it, he could always return to the dole office in London. With that in mind, James emptied the bag on the bed and reluctantly replaced them with his boxers and other male underwear. Once this was done, he finished unpacking the rest of his belongings. Not long after, Michelle called James to come to the living room. James headed downstairs, still wearing only the panties and he found Michelle sitting sprawled out on the sofa, like the Queen of Sheba. James was behaving perfectly, ever so keen to impress. "Come and sit here by me James." she says pointing to the floor by her feet. "Yes Ma'am" James walked over and sat at her feet. "Mmm I do like you saying Ma'am, James... feels natural to you doesn't it?" "Yes it does." "And now you have seen, well, most of the house what do you think? I know you have yet to see the outside, of course there are chores for there as well." she continued while she absentmindedly stroked his hair. "It's a beautiful house," James praised as he felt her hand on his head. "So peaceful compared to Central London." "Why thank you James...and are you happy with your room.....close to mine in case I need you in a hurry?" "Yes it's lovely - nice view of the country side too." Michelle laughed "Do you think you will have any time to appreciate it James?" "Probably not, Ma'am." "You looked at the rota; any questions?" Michelle asked. "Seems straight forward enough. Cooking, cleaning, ironing. But there are some blanks. What do they mean, Ma'am?" "Ahh well they are to be filled in later. When I can see how long you take to carry out your chores, and as I get to know you better, there will be other tasks added as you become more competent James. Some will be to your liking, some might not be. Either way, they will be for my pleasure -- which of course is paramount. Don't you agree, James?" "Of course Ma'am. What sort of tasks?" He asked innocently. "Now now James. I think you will find out soon enough. And I think you will be happy to carry them out." Michelle added, with a great big smirk. A smirk that had a touch of the devil about it. James did not have a clue what she meant. He still naively thought, that eventually she might seduce him or something. "I notice my little dinkle is pleased to see me and seems very happy, little man." Michelle grinned even more, as she tickled it. James looked down at his crotch, totally unaware he was hard! He was in such a daze, brought on by the situation, that he was blissfully unaware of his arousal, or even the fact that he was still in panties! Michelle slowly slid her hand down his chest belly and then into his panties. James felt her perfectly manicured hands on him. It had been a while since a woman touched him, let alone one touching his penis. He suddenly became frightened with the thought that he might actually cum there and then. "James, you're not really showing much control are you?" raising an eyebrow and continuing with her smirk. She gripped it hard "This little cock is mine now and only spurts when I say so. Isn't that right Jamie boy?" "Yes Ma'am." "I was hoping for a servant, with a real cock, one that I might actually use for my pleasure. Unfortunately, this dinkle could never be used for my personal pleasure. So, while you're under my wing, it's highly unlikely you'll be having sex. Certainly not with me anyway. Do you have any objections?" James was stunned. But he was practically hypnotised "No Ma'am. I'm here for your pleasure, not mine." Michelle removed her hand and patted him on the bum. "Good boy. Enough about your penis. There really isn't much to talk about and more importantly it's getting on for my lunch time, I believe. So off you go. James stood and looked down to see his cock poking up in the panties. Lunch for Michelle consisted of rolls or sandwiches. "What do you want in your sandwiches?" "Oh James the menu is in the kitchen, remember? I will let it go this time, as you have had to take on a lot of information all at once. But I don't expect to be bothered with trivial questions again. Do you understand?" "Yes Ma'am." "Good boy. Don't take too long. I'm hungry!" Michelle was loving it more and more. Bossing James around and him being so compliant. It did not take long for James to make the lunch and present it to Michelle at the table in the kitchen. "This looks very nice James." Leaving James standing at her side. "Hands behind your back dear and stand up straight. And stand back a bit. I can't see my lovely garden with you in the way. Where is my glass of wine?" James ran off to the fridge and poured Michelle a glass of white wine and immediately stood back, out of the way and to attention. "How is your lunch Ma'am?" "Now James. Have I asked you to speak? No. I'm trying to enjoy my lunch. Remind me of this transgression later." "I'm sorry Ma'am." He stood in silence and watched as she totally ignored him while eating her lunch. As soon as she finished the last bite and down the remainder of her wine, Michelle got up and walked away telling James to clear up and to make himself a sandwich. But to be quick about it. By the time James had finished, the kitchen was once again spotless. For the rest of the day, James set about the list of tasks and then made Michelle her dinner. Once again clearing up and making the place pristine. The next chore on the list was one of the blank spaces that confused James, when he first looked at the list. The Job Interview Ch. 02 James entered the living room, where he found Michelle once again reclining on the sofa. "Ahh James, there you are. Stand by that table." Michelle wanted to give James his first experience of punishment with a view of "start as you mean to go on." "Yes Ma'am." He replied as he stood obediently, still in the panties. "Now James, I know it is early days but you must realise that I will not put up with any nonsense or mistakes and you need to know I mean business and what the consequences are. So, can you tell me your mistakes so far James?" "Talking when I shouldn't have." "Yes James, and what else?" "Not getting you a drink like you asked." "Yes James. I have stated I do not want to be bothered with insignificant details and it is your job to ensure I am not. Now, bend over and touch your toes or hold onto the table James." James did as he was told, ready to take his first punishment, less than 24 hours before arriving. He bent over the table in front of him. Michelle pulled down his panties got James to step out of them. "Naughty boys must be punished don't you agree? How else would you learn James?" James felt so exposed. He was used to his old boss barking demands at him, but not like this. "I'm sorry Ma'am, for not following the correct orders." Michelle took a crop from a draw in the cabinet at the side of the room and walked towards James menacingly. She ran it by his face, to put some fear into him. Then she ran it over his naked body, loving every moment of it. James was like a statue, unable to move. Michelle then playfully flogged it in her hand. "So James how many strokes for each transgression? I think five, for now. You realise I am being kind as you are still learning? As time goes on, I'll be less accommodating to your transgressions." "Yes Ma'am." "Right, five for each transgression James. You will count them and say thank you Ma'am after each stroke. Do you understand James?" "Yes Ma'am." James gritted his teeth, waiting for the crop to land on his bare bum. James felt the first crop land. He counted and thanked Michelle. On the fifth stroke Michelle asked "Will you talk out of turn again boy?" "No Ma'am!" James cried out. Taking the remaining five whacks from the crop. On the tenth James whimpered "TEN! Thank you, Ma'am!" " Now, you will check the menu thoroughly in future, won't you James?" "Always Ma'am." "Good boy. Now stop that snivelling and pull up your panties That was your first punishment. If ever you fail me, you will receive a punishment. Sometimes you might get the crop even if you're good. You need to know I do this because I care for you and want you to be the best you can be. You want that too, don't you James?" "Yes, I want to please you." Relieved that punishment was over. "Good boy. Now a nice cup of tea I think James." James did as he was told and returned to sit at her feet, like he did earlier in the day. "Is my dinkle getting excited again James?" she laughed. "Yes Ma'am. I can't help it." "I love that it already knows it belongs to me James and you will soon as well, won't you?" They both sat back and took stock of what had happened today. Michelle was impressed and pleased with how James had reacted to his chores, tasks and punishment. James was thinking the same. He knew he could leave, but this was too good to give up! Bizarrely the buzz from the situation had numbed the stinging from his bum. Unsure of the rewards yet, he loved it all so far. Michelle sat back and wondered what the future would bring.