A Submissive Journey

Paula scanned the local newspapers for a job. Any job would
do, she was flat broke and about to be made homeless because her scumbag
landlord would rather sell up than make the necessary repairs to the building.  She was an intelligent young woman of 18 who
had left school a few months previously but right now she just needed money so
would do pretty much anything legal.  Intelligent
she may have been but not as worldly wise as most girls of her age.  She had no family to fall back on.  Her parents had died when she was young, and
she had lived most of her life in care or foster homes.  She was just about to ring a local fast food place
to get a job flipping burgers or cleaning tables when another ad caught her eye.

“Wanted, residential housekeeper for professional couple
with no children. Must be fit and healthy and able to undertake a wide range of
duties.  Terms and conditions to be
discussed at interview.”

With nothing to lose and soon to be homeless, it would kill
two birds with one stone, she decided to call and get the details.  The phone was answered by a well-spoken woman
of indeterminate age who asked Paula some questions about her educational
background, employment history and interests. She also asked whether she was in
a relationship as being residential, the job would only suit single people.  Seemingly satisfied with her answers, she
told her, if she was interested, to come for an interview at 7pm that evening
and to dress to impress!

Well, dressing to impress was easy for Paula, she only had
one smart party dress!  It was black with
spaghetti straps and low cut back and front and it fitted her perfectly,
showing off her small but firm 32B boobs. 
Her only choice was underwear, with which she had a bit of an
obsession.  She went for some black lacy
French Knickers and thin silicone nipple covers, as a bra was out of the
question with the dress, and she didn’t want to appear like a tart showing her
nipples.  By the time she was ready to
leave she had put on her best make up and really felt confident she was giving
her best impression.  She caught the bus
to the address they gave her and as she approached the house she saw another
woman leaving.  She was much older, at
least 40 and appeared to be dressed for a funeral not to impress!  She waited 5 minutes then rang the
doorbell. 

The house was huge! A typical Victorian terrace with three
floors, an attic, and a basement.  The
woman who opened the door was stunningly beautiful. Paula guessed she was mid
30s, at least 5’10 tall and built like a model. 
She was dressed in a full length tight red dress, split up the side,
revealing a hint of the sheerest of black stockings or tights.  Her hair was shortish in a layered bob style.
She smiled and invited Paula inside cheerily. 
The interior of the house was just as impressive as the outside.  All the original Victorian features were intact
and restored.  The furniture was antique
and in style. The woman took her coat and Paula noticed her smile as she saw the
party dress revealed.  She was invited to
take a seat on a large sofa and offered a drink. Paula chose a white wine and
continued to look around the beautiful room, while the woman excused herself.  She returned a few minutes later with a man,
presumably her husband.  He was older
than her, mid 40s, but just as elegant as her in a tailored suit and tie He was
a tall and well-built man, muscular but not fat.

The couple sat in two armchairs opposite her and welcomed Paula
to the interview.  She couldn’t help
noticing the woman’s shapely legs, revealed by the opening of her split skirt
to her thigh. It was definitely stockings! They asked her to describe her life
to date and she explained about her life in care and how she was proud of the
fact that she had passed all her exams at school.  They asked her about her experience in
housekeeping duties and she admitted she had none, other than her commitment to
the job and willingness to learn.  They
smiled politely and she got the distinct impression they were unimpressed. They
then asked if she would like to look around the house to see what she would be
taking on.  That sounded positive and she
jumped at the chance to look around the gorgeous old building. As they walked round,
they chatted more, and they introduced themselves as Chris and Zoe.  On at least one occasion Paula felt Zoe steer
her in a direction with her hand on her lower back as if to avoid certain hallways.
It truly was a beautiful building and they showed her both upper floors and
then the attic. This was a self-contained modern unit with bedroom, bathroom,
kitchen and living space.  As Paula
walked out, she saw the woman nod to her husband. They went back downstairs and
Paula was expecting to continue the tour down to the basement but again, Zoe
steered her back to the living room.

“Paula, we like your attitude, we like your enthusiasm and
we would like to offer you the job.  We
would like to discuss personal terms”. Paula could barely suppress and squeal
of delight!  She nodded eagerly and Chris
continued.  “We can offer you the attic
rooms to live in rent free and will give you minimum wage for a weekly
allowance.  Your duties will include
keeping the house and garden immaculately clean and tidy, cooking the
occasional meal when required.” He paused and Paula began to thank them but he
raised a hand to stop her before continuing “There is however one other aspect
of the job which is more complicated and before I continue, I need you to sign
this non-disclosure agreement so that if you decide to turn down the job, you
must never speak of it, or us, or details of the job offer itself, again once
you leave the premises.  Paula looked at
them blankly, not really knowing what to say. 

They left her with the document to think it over and she
heard them whispering as they left the room. 
Paula didn’t really understand the implications of the document she was
being asked to sign, but as far as she was concerned this job was way to good an
opportunity to turn down, so she decided she would sign.  When they returned she handed them the signed
copy and sat waiting slightly nervously for the additional information.  It was Zoe who took up the conversation.  “Paula, Chris and I love to host parties and
events, but they are not the usual dinner parties.  They are adult themed parties, do you
understand?”  Unworldly she may have been
but Paula had a pretty good idea what they meant.  It threw her off guard but she kept smiling
and nodded.  Zoe continued. “So Paula, When
we host these parties, we will require you to serve our guests with
refreshments and keep the party running smoothly while we host and entertain.  To keep in theme with the evening, we will
also require you to dress accordingly as we decide.  All clothing will be provided free of charge.  During the parties, we will require you to
hand over your phone in order to ensure the discretion of our guests.  We cannot afford to have any recording or
conversations overheard and broadcast.  How
do you feel about all that?”

Paula didn’t know what she felt about it but managed to
supress her doubts and just smile at them. 
She had read about sex parties in magazines and on websites but here she
was being invited to work at them!  She
thought carefully then replied confidently “Are my duties to include sexual
services for your guests?”  It was Chris
who replied this time. “It depends what you define as a sexual service I
suppose.  It is possible you will be
required to be naked or near naked and guests will undoubtedly expect you to talk
about sexual subjects.  But actual
physical sex acts, nothing like that is expected. It would be up to you, but
only if it didn’t interfere with your other duties.  There are a couple more items we need to
discuss.  There are areas of the house
which are off limits to you at all times unless we require your help.  The rooms in the basement are not to be
entered at any time.  You must clean down
the stairs and hallway but no further.  It
is possible we may require additional help but we will always discuss any
changes with you.  Finally, a reminder,
you must never reveal what goes on here outside of these walls.  So are we clear on all the details?.  If you agree to these terms, we have contract
drawn up for you to sign.

So, it was decision time. Paula took a deep breath. Her
mouth was dry and she was trying to order her racing thoughts.  She needed the job and she loved the house
but could she entertain guests at a sex party? 
Could she wear whatever costume they chose for her.  Could she be naked in front of
strangers?  She took the contract from
Chris and signed it……….