James had spent his 31st year globetrotting; something he had wanted to do ever since he left University. However, due to many commitments in his personal life he always put it off. It was a great year, visiting South East Asia, Australia, New Zealand, Central America and through South America. He met some fascinating people and some of the wonders of the world.
However, the fun of the trip would come to a sudden halt the moment he stepped off that plane at Heathrow. James had left a very comfortable job, earning good money working for an Investment Bank in the City of London. Times were good back then, earning huge bonuses, eating at the finest restaurants and living the fullest life a single lad could in Central London. How things changed in the space of a year. Instead of waltzing back into his old job, James found the landscape somewhat different upon his return. His bank had collapsed and no longer existed and was a major victim in the global recession; which in turn meant his job was no longer there! To make matters worse, there were hundreds of people in the same boat as James, seeking work and struggling to make ends meet.
James was forced to move home, while he looked for work and live off his savings. One month turned into two turned into three and after five months, his savings almost gone and his optimism to find a job was disappearing rapidly. The ambition to return to Investment Banking slipped, as jobs were virtually non existent. He started looking at jobs local to home and not in the finance sector. However, the recession had really hit and there was nothing out there at all. Perhaps a complete career change would be needed and a degree of lowering his sights was required as a temporary measure.
Now, away from work James, had had an enormous desire to serve. Not serve in Starbucks or McDonalds, but serve a Mistress. He loved Kink. Being dominated by a woman, ideally by one older than him. In his mid-twenties James was introduced to BDSM, via renowned specialist website, by a wonderful Mistress somewhat his senior. He loved serving her and being her toy whenever she visited London and the craving to do something similar again was really burning in his heart.
One day, while job searching, he spotted a rather curious advert on a website. It went like this:
Lady of leisure seeks live in cleaner to carry out house cleaning chores, shopping runs and managing the general upkeep of my house. Previous experience is not necessary, as full training will be provided, but an enthusiastic open mind and a desire to please is essential. The applicant will be obedient and demonstrate an ability to work on his/her own initiative. A room is available to the successful applicant with food, and full lodgings catered for. It's a long term position and references will be sought. No time wasters wanted. Email CV and covering letter.
"Wow," James muttered. This was amongst similar cleaning adverts on that web page, but there was something fascinating about the line "The applicant will be obedient..." Not only was it intriguing, but James found the usual flutter and stirrings in his jeans. James put the ad to the back of his thoughts and carried on his job search. But, no matter what he did that day, he found himself constantly going back to the ad.
The intrigue finally got the better of him and initially as a joke, sent his CV. He did not ever expect to hear back, but sent it regardless. Sending the CV was almost a thrill in its own right. It was not even work he had experience of, other than keeping his old flat in London clean. Which, to be fair, he did rather well for a bloke. Nor was it work he wanted to do. It made little difference: as if, anything would come of it anyway.
A few days later, James phone rang and he answered it.
"Hello, is that James?" asked the caller
"Yes, that's me." Expecting it to be a new fruitless job agency.
"You replied to my advert on Monday and I'd like to call you in for an interview and see if you're what I'm looking for. I've vetted a few candidates, but none of them have come up to the mark but there was something about your covering letter that caught my eye." she continued. The voice was of a lady that sounded quite formal, assertive, but had a lovely velvety softness to it too. Now James had replied to nearly 20 odd jobs on Monday and was struggling to recall which one she was referring to.
"Forgive me, but I applied to a few jobs on Monday; which one are you calling about?" He responded politely.
"That's ok, I know it isn't easy out there. My advert was the one for a live in cleaner. I put the advert on gumtree. Are you available next Monday morning for an interview? I live just outside of London."
James froze. Blimey, she took my application seriously, he thought. "Err...ok." he replied, whilst wracking his brain to see if he was free.
"Don't sound too enthusiastic," she laughed and joked, which put James at ease "I'll email my address and I'll see you Monday at 10am. No need to dress formally, come as you are." "Oh my god," thought James. "I don't really want to clean her house, or even lodge there! What the hell am I doing?!" But the reality of the matter was that James had no work, no prospect of work and his savings were drying up rapidly. His circumstances were dictating the fact that he would certainly be at the interview.
Monday came round before he knew it and James headed towards Michelle's house. Her email to him was very friendly, but had undertones of authority. He was expecting a great big mansion, as surely, only someone with wealth could afford a live in cleaner, whilst being a lady of leisure. Moreover, what of the husband? Or the kids? There was no mention of either in the email and James just assumed the husband had given her the money to find the cleaner.
It turned out that the house was an old farm house, just outside a small village in Hertfordshire. It was a very nice dwelling and the upkeep to the exterior was very well maintained. It wasn't a large house in anyway, but very desirable nonetheless. There was, what seemed to be a swimming pool out in the back garden and a large amount of land at the back. James drove onto the double driveway and made his way to the front of the house. It was on a main road that left the village before, with similar houses dotted along the road, but still rather private and incredibly peaceful. Certainly a contrast to his old flat in busy London.
Bizarrely this was James first interview for over a month, and while he was not taking it wholly seriously, there was an air of nervousness around him. Was the nerves a result of being exposed as the charlatan cleaner that he really was, even though the advert indicated a lack of experience was not an issue or was it down to a nervous excitement? Again the phrase "The applicant will be obedient..." rang round his ears.
James knocked at the beautiful wooden door and stepped back as he waited for it to be answered. Now James was a useless judge of age, but he guessed that the woman who just opened the door was probably late 30s, early 40s. There was no way he could pin point an exact age. He would either offend or sound like he was being creepily smooth! Michelle was a striking woman. Very pretty face, long dark hair, about 5 foot 4, with some striking heels on that pushed her height up a few inches more, quite voluptuous and a very ample bosom – there was no way James could avoid it. He was certainly a breast man. She dressed rather casually, but sort of sexy at the same time. Understated would be the word.
Michelle lead James into the hallway and he was struck by how tidy the place was. "This would be a walk in the park," if ever did need to get the vacuum cleaner out! They exchanged small talk and immediately chit chatted without any awkward silences. They initially ended up in the kitchen and to James surprise, she ordered him to make a cup of tea! A cup of tea? Well maybe this was the start of assessing his ability to make one of Michelle's life pleasures – a cup of tea. Once the brew was made, James was lead into the lounge where they sat down on the sofas and Michelle started the interview. At first James went through what he had been up to, his travelling, his previous work, past relationships and commitments. None of this was relevant to the job on offer, but she wanted to know out of a genuine interest.
