The Job Interview - Part 4

Here is the 4th installment of James new life living with Michelle. I hope you enjoy it and love to hear feedback.

Sarah and Michelle headed for sports car.

"You seem a bit upset. Are you OK?" Michelle asked

"Yes Ma'am, I know I've only known him 5 minutes, but I really liked him and liked how he made me feel. Now I know he belongs to you and I will not get a chance to have him anymore. I just couldn't believe you turned him into a slave so quickly. I was just disappointed." she explained

Michelle tried to comfort her, "I understand my pet. I did warn you though. I haven't met a good pussy eater who wasn't a submissive at heart"

"Yes ma'am, you were right."

"Look on the bright side. He is coming to live with me and now he will be doing all the chores that you used to do." Michelle said.

"Oh Yeah?" Sarah said excitedly. Sarah was still Michelle's pet at heart, despite moving back to London, but now mistress had a male pet. Michelle would make Sarah's standing in the house elevated above that of the man. This allowed Michelle the opportunity to make him understand where men stood in her home. All of Sarah's duties would now be James's duties.

Michelle interrupted Sarah's thoughts, "And I am going to allow you to use him in anyway you need to, so long as it does not interfere with him taking care of my needs."

"Really?" Sarah replied.

"Yes."

"I can make him eat my pussy and I can have him fuck me if I want?" She asked.

"NO! You know better than that. He can eat you and pleasure you anyway except he is not allowed to fuck you. He can only cum when I say and he can only get relief with his own hand. He is not allowed to stick his penis in any hole."

James worked aimlessly around trying to do his chores around the house. He could not get his mind off of the events of earlier in Michelle’s front room. Even if he could forget about them momentarily, the ache in his rock hard dick brought them rushing back. It had been over an hour since she left the house and still his cock was uncomfortably hard. He had never experience a hard on that lasted this long in his life. Yes, he had stayed hard this long before, but not when he wasn't watching porn or engaging in some kind of sexual play. This was different, he was working and he was trying to put it in the back of his mind. It was no use. She had left him in a state of sexual agony. But never mind that, this was a world apart from a trading floor in the City of London.

He was so conflicted. He was a little scared at how much control Michelle had had over him, but he couldn't believe how much he had enjoyed it. He had never been so excited. However, he didn't know he could be manipulated into so eagerly worshipping a woman's feet, while kneeling naked! On top of all of that, he couldn't believe how much it turned him on. He wanted nothing more than to do more.

James shook himself out of his daydreams and realised he could no longer work like this. He needed to go take care of this hard on but daren’t for fear Mistress Michelle would find out. In the end James found as much resolve as he could muster to overcome his urge.

As seven O’clock approached James got more and more excited; his cock was still very uncomfortable. He reached down and tried to adjust his jeans to relieve some of the discomfort. As he did his hand brushed across his rock hard member and sent a chill through his body. Shit, he thought to himself, how could this woman do this to him. James had never met a woman quite like this. The temptation to masturbate was great, but James resisted. He couldn't believe the hold she had on him already. He was definitely looking forward to doing more tonight. He spent the rest of the day with a hard on thinking about that morning, dreaming about the night to come, and wishing the clock to move as quickly as possible to 7pm.

James was in the kitchen when he heard Michelle arrive just before 7. As he stuck his head around the door, he saw a note stuck to the back of the front door. It read: "TAKE OFF ALL YOUR CLOTHES, GO INTO THE LOUNGE, KNEEL ON THE RUG IN THE LOUNGE AND DON'T SAY A WORD."

James complied and went in. He found the rug and knelt on it. His cock was already hard thinking about what was to come. He looked around and once again noticed how big the house was; her company must have been a real success. Everything was top of the line and beautiful. He continued to wait. He thought to himself, "Maybe she didn't hear me come in." He wanted to call out, but remembered the note, so he just knelt there. The time passed slowly and his knees started to ache. "Where is she", he thought. "What is keeping her?"

Michelle was well aware that James had come in. She was testing him. She wanted to see how long he would patiently wait there for her. She had a state of the art surveillance system. She had cameras in every room. After about 20 minutes, she decided he had done well enough and she proceeded to go down stairs.

James heard movement up the stairs and raised his eyes to see if it was Michelle. His eyes reached the top of the stairs from the open plan lounge and there she was. She was wearing a full length black robe that was tied around her middle. As she proceeded toward him he could see her long booted full legs peek out of the robe as she walked. He looked higher and could see the swell of her tits, and his cock twitched.

She reached the bottom and moved up right in front of him. He could smell the exotic fragrance of her perfume. She was beautiful. His loins stirred more. She looked down at him and spoke.

"This is where I expect you to be every night when I get home, if I have been out for the day. I will call when I am on my way and when I get home, I expect a pleasant greeting, and you will lick my panties 'hello'. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress Michelle" he said, remembering how she had told him to address her earlier.

"Well, I'm waiting!" She snapped.

"Good evening Mistress Michelle. How was your day?" He asked.

With that, Michelle opened her robe and showed her body. She was wearing black panties and a black corset. James eagerly started licking the crotch of her panties. He could feel the silky material on his nose and tongue as he nestled into them and he loved that. His cock grew harder and started oozing pre cum.

Michelle answered his question matter of factly, "My day was good thanks." She stood there and made him continue for a few minutes until she could feel she was nice and wet and knew her panties were too. Then she pushed him back.

"Enough!" she stepped back and closed her robe again. "Stand and follow me."

James stood and followed Michelle, his prick bouncing up and down as he walked. He could see the outline of her big full ass in her robe and all he wanted to do was grab it and lick it.

She led him upstairs. They went to the huge master suite.

"This is where I sleep." She said. For the first time she let him enter her boudoir. "I want to talk you through some further rules and requirements." She spoke so matter of factly, as if she was explaining any form of work that you might find in a mundane office. "You will wake me every weekday at 6:30 by eating my pussy until I cum. I hate alarm clocks, so you will wake up before me and come wake me up. Then you will help me bathe, help me dress, and make me breakfast. After I leave for the day, you will do all your house work. I will leave a list for the first couple of days until you get the hang of it."

"Yes Mistress Michelle "

Michelle led him back down the stairs to the living room. She turned and stood in front of him.

"Kneel!" she commanded

James complied. She again opened her robe, but this time she removed it, throwing it on the couch. She stood in front of him and watched as he gazed at her body. She let him soak it in. She was about to tell him all the other rules and she knew it would be easier for him to comply with if his attention was on her body. She moved her panty covered pussy right in front of his face. He could smell the pungent odor of her juices. He breathed in deeply. She stayed there for a few seconds. Then backed up and started massaging her huge tits. James just watched in disbelief as she squeezed her mounds and pinched her hardening nipples.

"Listen well; these are the most important rules. I want to reiterate them from the other day. You will be either naked, or in panties, at all time in this house when I am here. Otherwise you can dress as you please. You will do everything I say without hesitation, or there will be consequences."

James just nodded and continued to watch her play with her tits.

"You will not be allowed to cum with out permission. Do you have any questions?"

"Yes Mistress Michelle. When can I fuck you?" James asked

"Fuck me? Are you kidding? With that little penis? I need a real cock to take care of my needs. Your penis will never enter my body. Your tongue and fingers are the only things on your body that will be inside of me. You have a tiny penis and I would never let a penis that size, fuck me. In fact from now on, it will be known as a cockette, cos that is what it is."

Even though Michelle was totally humiliating him, James just seemed to get more aroused. His cock was painfully hard and was dripping a steady steam of pre cum onto the floor.

Michelle reached behind her back and released the clips on her corset. She took it off and threw it on the couch too. For the first time he could see her massive breasts uncovered. He just continued to gaze at her. His mouth started watering as he imagined sucking those monsters.

As she continued to squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples, Michelle spoke. "I am going to let you suck my tits, but only if you agree to all the terms I have just set. Do you agree to them?"

"YES Mistress Michelle!!!" James said enthusiastically

Michelle leaned down and placed her tits in front of his face," Go ahead."

James attacked the biggest set of tits he had ever seen with vengeance. He licked, he sucked and he just buried his face between them. They were everything he had imagined. He wanted this moment to never end. He could just worship these mounds for the rest of his life and die a happy man.

"That's right, suck on Mistress Michelle's big beautiful titties." Michelle seductively said.

Another thing she had learned was that nothing makes a man more submissive than to think of you as an authority figure and what better authority figure is there but a stern aunty. It was not an incestuous thing; it just makes them even more submissive. And that is what she wanted from James.

Michelle let him continue for a few more minutes, all the time talking down to him. Then she stood up. James let out a whimper as the flesh of her mounds separated from his mouth. Just then Sarah walked in.

"Remember Sarah from the weekend?" Michelle said devilishly. "She used to live here too."

James turned and saw who Michelle meant. She must have been in that room where the door was closed. He saw he on his first weekend and thought she was very attractive, in a shy demour way; now he finds out she used to live here. Seeing him on the floor naked would only confirm to her that he was not a stud at all, but a man who wanted to me dominated and controlled by women.

Sarah winked at James and said," Hello."

She too was dressed very sexy. She was wearing a tight little corset and panties set that hugged in all the right places. He soon forgot his humiliation and just watched as she walked by.

"You will do anything Sarah wants also. She is another one of my pets like you, but she is still in charge of you. Understand?"

James nodded.

Michelle pointed at the couch and Sarah sat down. Michelle removed her soaked panties turned them inside out and placed them on his lips, "Lick!!" As he lapped up all the moisture on her panties she spoke, "You will lick all my panties clean before you wash them."

James nodded. He thought to himself, "This is a privilege not a chore."

James licked her panties until she was satisfied. "I am going to go to my room and relax before I go to bed." She looked at James and said, "Follow me."

They walked up the stairs and back to her bedroom.

"Kneel." James complied and was now face to face with her bare pussy.

"You have done a good job today. Help me off with my boots." She said as she sat on the edge of her bed. "You may cum on my feet." She pointed at them. "Don't you make a mess by missing and getting any on the carpet. Then lick them clean. Go."

James started stroking his raging hard on, all the while pointing his cock towards her sexy feet. Michelle almost chuckled at its size as she sat looking down on him and watched as he played with his little member. It only took about ten strokes until cum started shooting out of it. He shot his entire wad onto her feet. "Now lick them clean...all of it." James knelt down licked up the thick blob on the top of her foot, in a daze from the buzz the moment created.

"See you at 6:30 sharp tomorrow morning." she said with a giggle, "You will go to bed now."

As he walked away, James went to his room and sat back on his bed and again couldn't believe this woman could do this to him. On the other hand, he had never so enjoyed being used and humiliated, and he was more sexually satisfied at this moment than he had ever been in his life.

To be continued...

The Job Interview - Part 3

Continuing from James arrival, Michelle puts him through his paces...feedback always welcomed. Good or bad!

For the first few days, James got on with his work around the house and started to enjoy it. Whenever he could James would take a peak down Michelle’s blouse at the abundant cleavage she displayed.

Michelle was a powerful woman. She owned the company she worked for and never relied on a man. Since divorcing in her early 30s, she had always gone it alone. Her business, a printing firm, was a great success, and having sold it for a premium before the recession was now reaping the rewards. It made her millionaire and then some. Whilst Michelle loved the high life, and the trappings, she was an expert at investing and was determined to keep herself in the manor she had now become accustomed with

She had got her way to the top by working her ass off. She used to command respect in the work place, still did in everyday life, and loved to have that control at home too. On the other hand, she too liked to be taken and fucked like a common whore sometimes. She had learned growing up that she could not attract the kind of man she needed and her ex-husband was testament to that. She vowed never to live a life like that again. She wanted a man to have him treat her like the queen she felt like she was. All the guys who fulfilled her sexual needs treated her like dirt when they were not in bed too. She didn't like this. Conversely, all the men who treated her nice, usually had small dicks and suffered from lack of confidence or lacked that spark. They treated her like a queen, but did not satisfy her in bed. She did however notice that these men always liked to eat pussy and usually let her take control. So she had spent her life struggling with these two aspects of her personality, trying to find a happy medium. She had taken a few of the "nice" boyfriends, but always seemed to end up cheating on them. They would find out and leave her. The other kind of man was only good for one thing, fucking her and going home in the morning. She needed a man who would worship her and allow her to go out and get the raw sex she yearned for.

On the Monday morning, after James had arrived, Michelle went to the dresser and opened her underwear drawer. She reached in and grabbed her dark purple bra and panties. She slipped them on. She grabbed some thigh high fish net stockings, slipped them on and moved to the closet. She reached in and grabbed one of her sexiest silk blouse and matching skirt that came just above her knees. She got dressed and admired herself in the mirror. She was very impressed with herself. And rightly so, she looked stunning.

The other thing Michelle had a love for, was Domination. She loved dominating both men and women, and a while back had a live in female sub called Sarah. Sarah eventually moved back to London but would visit Michelle on a frequent basis. Sarah too was very curvy and also extremely attractive and still worked for Michelle’s old firm; it was how they met. Sarah had visited on James first weekend and Michelle liked watching them flirt. But at the same time this sort of annoyed Michelle, not the fact that he and Sarah were flirting but more James attitude towards her. She felt he was a little too confident with her; that was Michelle’s not job and no one else’s!

James was currently doing the supermarket run, getting the week’s food and general shopping for the house. While he was out, Michelle had invited Sarah over for a coffee. As Sarah arrived, and with James due back shortly, she got Sarah to hide in a coat cupboard in the hallway, from where Sarah could see the lounge quite clearly. Sarah was keen to see how Michelle dealt with James, especially as this was going to be his first time with Michelle.

Michelle went to her personal bathroom and check to make sure she was ready. She unbuttoned one more button on her blouse to show off even more of her cleavage. She checked her makeup and returned to the lounge. A few minutes later she heard the key turn in the front door.

James struggled in with all the carrier bags and Michelle went to her door and looked out at James. "May I help you?" She asked

"Yes, please." He answered. He was a little embarrassed to be struggling but welcomed the assistance.

As she bent to pick up the first bag, she made sure to bend over a little more than she had to, to give him a good view down her top. James did exactly that. He was amazed how big they were. His cock stirred in his pants as he gazed at her ample cleavage. He even caught a little peak of her purple bra. This made him even harder. Ever since he had moved in he had been dreaming about what he would like to do with those mammoth jugs. Just then Michelle looked up and caught him in mid stare.

"Enjoying the view?" Michelle quipped, in a humorous manor.

James was startled. "Eh...um.....I" He didn't know what to say. " I am sorry, That was rude. Please forgive me" he stammered.

Michelle had him right where she wanted him. "That's ok, you like what you see?"

James didn't know how to answer. He just stared at her. He was mesmerised by her. She was his dream woman. She was mature, beautiful, full figured and oh my god, those tits. He just looked at her, and then lowered his head so he would not offend her anymore.

"Look at me. You like my tits don't you? You must, you were staring right at them for as long as I let you'" Her tone suddenly became more severe and James realised that she was now becoming cross with him.

James saw the opening he wanted. "Yes, they are magnificent" he said with confidence.

"You want to see them?" Michelle inquired

"I would love to." he returned. He thought he was dreaming. He couldn't believe this woman that he had been thinking about and ever since he moved in was going to show him her tits.

“Ok. Put the shopping away and come to the lounge”. James was very unsure. She was clearly up to something, but the offer of revealing her ample bosom was too much. He packed away as quickly as he could

Michelle stood in the lounge when she heard him enter. "Get naked!" She demanded

"Excuse me?" James couldn’t believe what she was asking. She asked on the first day of his arrival but hadn’t since.

"You heard me. If you want to see them, you will have to take your clothes off."

Not wishing to miss this opportunity, she might never ask again, plus this surely meant she was up for a shag; something she had previously suggested was off the cards.

James immediately removed all of his clothes and stood there covering his dick with his hands.

"Before I show you, I have a few questions. First of all, you probably don't know it, but Sarah and I are pretty close. We talk about everything. She told me you were pretty cocky with her the other night. Is this true?"

"I guess so." James replied and shrugged.

"You like being in charge?"

"Sure, I guess." he said

"Do you like to eat pussy James?"

"Yes, I love to" he said with a flush in his cheeks. He couldn’t believe the conversation he was having here! He hadn’t expected things to be turn so sexual – certainly not when he queued up in the Supermarket on a Monday morning!

"I have a theory. Would you like to hear it?"

"Sure" he said curiously.

"I think that all pussy worshipers want to be dominated. Are you a pussy worshiper James?"

"I don't know. What does that mean?"

"That means you love eating pussy above all else when it comes to sex. Do you love eating pussy most of all?" Michelle was now circling James. She was starting to unbutton her top.

"Yes I guess I do enjoy that a lot." He slowly replied.

James could not hide the erection he was getting. He couldn't believe she was actually taking her top off.

"Move your hands. I want to see your cock."

James moved his hand. Michelle almost chuckled. "As I said when you first arrived, that is not a cock. That is a penis. I can't use that, it’s no good to me. I would hardly feel that in my pussy. What a shame, I thought you might have had potential"

Even though she was degrading him, James seemed to get even more excited. His cock was getting extremely hard. Michelle removed her top and tossed it on the sofa. James was delirious. He just stared at her.

"Get on your knees." Michelle commanded

James complied immediately. He just continued to stare at her. Michelle moved over him and bent over so her tits were in his face. "You like big titties huh?"

James just nodded.

"Answer me!"

"Yes." He blurted out.

"Yes Ma'am!" She hissed

"Yes Ma'am." He said

"Would you like to lick them?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"What would you do to lick them?"

"Anything." He replied

"Anything?" She asked. As she asked this she backed up and unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the ground.

The sight of her matching purple panties and stockings caused James's dick to jump. Michelle moved her crotch up to James's face. All this was making her very wet.

James could smell her essence. He breathed in deep and enjoyed the pungent smell of her sex.

"Would you do anything to taste my pussy too?" she asked

"Yes ma'am." He answered

She rubbed her pussy through her panties to get them even wetter with her juices than they already were. She lowered them over her hips and down her legs. She turned them inside out and held them in front of James's face. "Lick my panties!"

James complied. They tasted heavenly. He lapped up her juices like it was the best thing he had ever tasted.

"How does my pussy taste?" She inquired

"Wonderful." He said

"I might let you eat my pussy. Would you like that?"

"Yes ma'am"

"First you must do something for me."

"Anything ma'am, just let me taste your juices directly from your pussy."

Michelle turned around, bent over slightly and planted James's face between her ass cheeks. "Lick my feet!"

James couldn't believe it, but he wanted nothing more than to please this woman. He started kissing her feet like a man possessed. His cock was painfully hard. All this humiliation was really turning him on.

Michelle was enjoying every minute of this. The power and the licking were making her pussy drip with her juices. She reached down and started fingering her clit.

In the coat cupboard Sarah had witnessed it all. She couldn't believe Mistress had turned James into a feet licking slave in like 15 minutes but was loving what she saw. She knew James belonged to Mistress now and taken her place.

James just continued to kiss Michelle's feet. Michelle was feverishly stroking her clit. Her orgasm was building and she took her other hand and plunged two fingers into her sloppy pussy. As James continued worshipping her feet, Michelle came a wonderful orgasm. James never stopped.

Michelle walked away from James and sat on the edge of the sofa. "I want you to clean my pussy. Get over here and lick up all these juices”. James appreciatively did as she asked. He considered it an honour to do so. He lapped up all of Michelle's cum.

After he had finished Michelle stood up put on her skirt without her panties and put on her blouse. She had her man. She couldn't believe he had been so eager to please. She knew he would worship her and her pussy for as long as she wanted. She knew he would let her get fucked by men with bigger cocks than his. She looked at James and spoke, "You belong to me now my little pussy eating slut. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No ma'am."

"I will take care of you as long as you obey everything I tell you. Do you want me to take care of you?"

"Yes." James couldn't believe how much he meant that yes. He had this overwhelming desire to do anything that pleased Michelle. He knew he had had desires to be dominated, he just never knew how deep they ran inside him.

“Good. From now on you will call me Mistress Michelle. I’ve things I need to do today, and will be eating out so I want you back here at 7pm. Do you hear? And don’t forget, you can leave anytime you like. But I don’t think you will.”

"Yes Mistress Michelle 7pm."

He grabbed his clothes, put them on and walked out of the lounge to the kitchen. Michelle popped into the hallway to see if Sarah was ok. She gave Sarah a long kiss and together they left for the day!.

To be continued…

The Job Interview - Part 2

This continues from where we left off last week. I hope you like the next chapter and would love some comments, good or bad! 

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 had rang him up, offering him his old job with a £100k pay rise and half the hours! This job had benefits way beyond the odd magnum over lunch on a Friday.

Having gathered all his 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?" she said, 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 he 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 when. 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 just 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 led somewhere? But he said nothing.

"This is my lounge", entering a long room with very big windows that let in a lot of light. Decorated subtlety with a traditional feel, but maintaining a modern ambience.

"It's a very nice house, Ma'am" James commented.

Big leather settees, classy ornaments and actually spotless. There were also a few very artistic 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".

They then started to climb the stairs. James followed behind her and couldn't help but admire her calves, underneath her black stockings. Michelle felt his gaze and loved the fact that James could probably now see the lacy 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, very opulent and 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 led 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".

"Good. Now 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 had 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. It looks pleased to see its 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 the pink panties and filled with such a nervous excitement; He really could not describe the emotions going through his mind. Michelle, after all, had given him the option to leave at any time. Yet, right now, he had no intention of leaving. He had fantasised about this scenario all of 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 was already 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 naïveté 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 was and would not mince her words. She wanted James to carry out chores in and around the house, to use him as a plaything 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 broad-minded 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 read 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 full-length mirror. My god, it was a complete departure from his pinstripe 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 of 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, into which I want you place all of your male underwear.”

Inside the bag was a selection of women's underwear: conventional panties, lace, frilly, cotton, thongs of all 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 the feminine lingerie 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. He 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 said, 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, stunning 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 have 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. 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?”she said,  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 sexual 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. That does not mean that you will not be rewarded if you please me. But in any event 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 hurried off to the fridge and poured Michelle a chilled glass of Pinot grigio 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 sipped 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 after and making the place pristine. The next chore on the list was one of the blank spaces that confused James when he had first looked at the list.

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 very 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 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 and got James to step out of them. “Naughty boys must be punished, don't you agree? How else would you learn, James?”

He 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 drawer in the cabinet at the side of the room and walked towards James menacingly. She stroked it over 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?”

“Yes Ma'am”. James gritted his teeth, waiting for the crop to land on his bare bum. He felt the first crop land. He counted and thanked her. 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.” he said, relieved that punishment was over.

“Good boy. Now a nice cup of tea I think James.” He did as he was told and returned to sit at her feet, like he had done 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 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 far 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.

To be continued...