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.
