The Countryside

Sam had been struggling to make ends meet as a writer and a tutor. He was tired of living paycheck to paycheck and was desperate for a change. He had stumbled upon an ad looking for a live-in assistant. The ad didn't have much information, but it promised a free room in a beautiful house in exchange for help around the house.

Sam was hesitant at first, as it sounded too good to be true, but he was intrigued. He picked up the phone and dialed the number listed in the ad. A woman answered on the other end.

"Hello, is this Freya?" Sam asked.

"Yes, it is. How can I help you?" Freya responded.

"I saw your ad for a live-in assistant. I'm interested in learning more about the opportunity," Sam explained.

Freya asked a few questions about Sam's background and skills, and they chatted for a while about his writing and tutoring. Sam felt a connection with Freya, like they had an unspoken understanding.

"I think you would be a great fit for this position. Can you come by tomorrow, at 9am to meet me and see the house?" Freya asked.

Sam agreed, and they said their goodbyes.

The following day, Sam arrived at Freya's house and was struck by its beauty. It was a large, elegant house with a sprawling backyard that seemed to go on forever. Freya greeted him at the door with a warm smile.

When he knocked, a beautiful woman with a gorgeous figure and face greeted him. She had long dark hair that cascaded down her back and glistening greenish-hazel eyes that seemed to look right through him.

"Welcome, Sam. I'm so glad you came," she said.

As they walked around the house, Freya explained the tasks she needed help with. Sam was impressed with how organized and clean everything was. He could tell that Freya was a woman who knew what she wanted. She spoke sternly, but calmly.

They talked more about the position and what it would entail. Sam liked what he heard, and he could tell that Freya was someone he could work well with.

"Let me show you your room," Freya said, leading him up the stairs.

The room was comfortable and cosy, with a large window overlooking the front of the property and a little desk where he could write his novel and run his tutoring classes.

Freya looked at Sam and smiled. "You know, Sam, I'm happy for you to move in right away. I assume you will have to head back home and get your things".

Sam's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you serious? Awesome... And yes I will have to go get my things"

"Absolutely," Freya replied. "I definitely need some help around the house, and it would be nice to have some company... In fact before you head off could you do some tasks for me right now?"

Sam looked at Freya excitedly, and very muc ready to show how helpful he can be, "Yeah of course. What can I do for you?"

"There's a loose screw on the kitchen table that's been bothering me," she said. "And there are some heavy boxes in the living room that I need moved to the closet."

Sam eagerly nodded his head and got to work. He fixed the screw on the table in no time, and then began moving the boxes to the closet. As he worked, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It was nice to be doing something useful, to be helping someone out. And he was already starting to feel at home in Freya's house.

Sam was excited about staying here and was secretly enjoying how firm and controlling Freya seemed to be. He felt like he was fulfilling a little desire that he had been having over the last few years. It was his secret that he hadn't expressed to anyone. Sam wanted to be a submissive, and this arrangement seemed to be scratching that itch.

Just as Sam had moved the last box in to the closet, She announced, "Sam you have done such a great job, I've got one more task, and it's a little bit more difficult."

"Around the other side of the house is a pool, where the pool vacuum has detached from the tubing and it's right in the middle of the pool," Freya explained. "The only way to get it out is to get into the pool."

Sam hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do.

"I know it's a strange ask, but it's been this way for a couple of weeks," Freya continued. "Don't worry; I need to make a call, and I understand you don't have swimwear on you, so you can put these on..."

Freya handed Sam a pair of togs and led Sam to the bathroom to change, "I am just going to go make this call" she announced moving down the hallway towards the kitchen. Sam quickly undressed and put on the swimming togs, quickly realising they were a few sizes too small and were very revealing.

Sam rushed towards the pool, hoping Freya wouldn't see him, he made his way down the steps to retrieve the vacuum from the centre of the pool. He plunges to the bottom and pulls the vacuum from the pool.

Heading back to the steps with vacuum in hand, Sam sees Freya standing at the gate watching him intently. She couldn't help but enjoy the sight, she glanced down and noticed the bulge in his swimwear. "Maybe I should get you to do all your tasks wearing those," she said with a smirk.

Sam laughed awkwardly, "Haha... they're a bit tight."

"Don't be silly Sam, they look fantastic!" Freya quickly responded.

Sam's excitement was becoming more evident as he walked towards Freya, he felt both embarrassed and exhilarated.

Freya directed him back to the bathroom to change back into his clothes. Just as Sam bent forward pulling the togs down to his ankles, he heard the bathroom door open behind him. He turned to see Freya enter, holding out a fresh towel for him.

"There you go darling, I realised there were no towels in here" she smiled devilishly.

As he stood there, naked and vulnerable, Freya's gaze travelled up and down his body, taking in every inch of him. Sam could feel his cheeks burning as he tried to cover himself, but Freya just chuckled and handed him the towel. "Mmm.. You've got a great body," she said, her voice now low and sultry.

Before Sam could respond Freya turned on her heels, exited the bathroom, and allowed Sam to dry off and get back in to his clothes.

Sam still embarrassed, sheepishly made his way to the kitchen where he could hear Freya making herself a coffee.

"I really did mean that...You have a nice body, Sam," she commented, eyeing him up and down once more. "It's a shame to cover it up with those clothes."

Sam didn't know how to respond to that, but he couldn't deny that the idea of being seen as desirable by Freya was thrilling. And when she followed up with, "You know, I've been looking for a new sub," Sam's heart skipped a beat.

He had always been drawn to the idea of submitting to someone, but he had never found the right person or the courage to explore those desires. The thought of being Freya's submissive was both terrifying and exciting. He didn't know what to say, but his body language betrayed his interest.

Freya noticed his reaction and grinned mischievously. "Don't worry, Sam. We can talk about it tomorrow. How about you head on home. I'll see you tomorrow morning at 9am sharp. We have some important things to discuss."

Unexpectedly, Sam blurted out "Yes Miss."