My name is Mrs Alice Williams and I am 49 years old. For quite a number of years I had lived with my husband Derek and my 20 year old daughter Linda in a rather cramped flat in town. At the time I was working as a cleaner.
Derek was not a skilled worker, and therefore would often move from job to job. This meant that sometimes there were long periods of unemployment for him and the financial burden would fall on my shoulders for most of the time.
My daughter, Linda, would also help by contributing from her part-time job at the café. It was not a very pleasant arrangement at the best of times, but when the rent on our flat was increased we fell into some serious money problems.
When Linda saw the advert in the paper for a live in Cleaner and Odd Job Man for an elderly couple living on the outskirts of the village it seemed such a wonderful opportunity. We all had to go for 2 interviews.
The couple Mr and Mrs Cane were in their early sixties and seemed so very gracious and polite. As usual I had to do most of the talking with some support from my daughter. Derek hardly opened his mouth.
When we were sent for the second interview my heart was in my mouth. By now we had found out that the live in accommodation was actually a charming picturesque cottage in the grounds about 50 yards away from the big house.
The second interview was with Mrs Cane alone. She explained that one of our main requirements was that we would be very compliant with all requests made by the elderly couple.
It was not explicitly said but there must have been a sort of sexual inclination in her words, which Linda must have recognised and agreed immediately, though I was innocently unaware of it.
Mrs Cane did nod her head and emphasized the point once more, "Mr Cane is not very well Mrs Williams, and will need some help. It will be extremely important that you and your daughter are fully compliant at all times."
I had gradually understood what was being said. With the thought of living in that lovely cottage in my mind I had no doubt when I answered "I can assure you Mrs Cane that we will we as compliant as you and Mr Cane wish."
When we started everything was so idyllic. The cottage looked so lovely and the furniture and kitchen and bathroom was so beautiful. It was like a fairy tale come true. Derek did a few odd jobs in the house such as fixing some curtain rails or adjusting the carpets.
The jobs were very poorly done and Mrs Cane had to tell him off a few times. In the end she used to send him into the garden to cut the grass just to get him out of the way, however she was wonderfully polite to Linda and myself.
Although we were expected to do certain unusual things for them both Linda and I idolised Our Master and Mistress. There would be a little fondling and Linda was required to wear very short clothes.
Derek was such a wimp that my daughter and I practically ignored him. I had told my Mistress about him. She had simply suggested in an off hand manner that possibly he should be abused or prettied.
I didn't really understand and Mrs Cane looked surprised and commented "Your husband isn't a big man Mrs Williams and his face isn't unattractive it wouldn't take a lot to pretty him up."
The thought of abusing my husband strangely excited me but I knew that the main thing that thrilled Linda and myself were our visits to Mr and Mrs Cane up at the big house. We both felt honoured that they genuinely seemed to like us. Mr Cane wasn't very well, but over the last few visits he had put his arms around me and squeezed my breasts through my dress.
He was gentle and I just stood obediently in front of him until he finished with me. He must have enjoyed it as I felt his thumb gently pushing my nipples and making them swell.
Mrs Cane was sitting on the settee and she looked pleased that I wasn't being difficult. When we were alone she confided in me that the Master hadn't been well and she as so glad he was showing a bit of life.
She also explained "I know the Master likes feeling you Mrs Williams."
She smiled as she told me conspiratorially "He said he likes your tits."
She was so nice and I wanted to respond positively but was unsure what words to use. I finally mumbled, "I am glad he likes me Ma'am. Should I undo my dress and show him my breasts?"
Again she looked pleased as she said, "That's a nice gesture Mrs Williams, but I think we should let him have your tits out when he is ready."
She added, "I think he will want to undo your dress himself. I would appreciate it if you smiled and tell him you like it. I should think he will do it when your husband is not here to save any embarrassment."
I didn't want her to think there was any problems with my husband and assured her "But Ma'am, I would be honoured if the Master took my breasts out. It really doesn't matter about Derek. He will be too afraid to say anything." She smiled at me graciously.
I think she must have told the Master because a few nights later, Mrs Cane and I were chatting in the lounge after I had washed the dishes. Mr Cane came in, and his wife greeted him sympathetically, "How are you feeling today Dear?"
He nodded gravely and said, "I feel a little better today, Darling."
