Service....

[Luna_Wolf72]

The setting: A two story brick house, set off a back road, surrounded by trees in the wild. The furniture is dark and heavy; mahagony, stained cedar, oak. The windows are covered in heavy damask curtains, blood red, black, midnight blue. The house is silent except for the slight whispers of sounds one hears when all sensible people are sleeping.

The Owner: A small featured, brown skinned woman, short haired and curvy. Her name? Michaela. Her age? One can't tell...more than 20, less than 40. She is sleeping now, a curve to her mouth softening the stern expression she habitually wears.

The ad: Placed in a few bulletins and fetish/lifestyle magazines: I am Michaela. I have need of a service oriented woman for daily chores. She must be willing to take instruction and to give any service I require within reason. It will be a live in position with negotiated days off and pay, of a sort. Please send interested enquiries to this fax number: ***-**** or dial direct to ***-****. I will be waiting.

The Premise: You come to work, you stay to be trained. Anything else is negotiable.

[Luna_Wolf72]

Awakening to sunlight, I roll out of bed and pad, sure-footed, to the master bath. My eyes are gritty from the trouble I had sleeping, but it doesn't matter. I have to work. No choice.

Michaela starts her bath water and gives herself a once over in the full sized, gilt edged mirror gracing the back of her bathroom door. Tight toned body, short curls, light brown, up-tilted eyes. With a nod, she turns off the faucet and slides in to the tub, allowing the hot water and scented bubbles to awaken her more fully. A half hour later, she is dressed in a crisp black linen suit and 4 inch heels, her hair brought under control, her eyes tastefully done to contrast the slash of blood red on her lips. Not long after, the door shuts on the silence of her house as she heads out into the world to earn her living.

"Fuck." A silence as I listen to the idiot on the other end of the line. "No, you are not what I wanted. Service oriented means you serve me. I am not here for your pleasure. Move along, girl."

There is silence as I hang up and shake my head, pissed at the stupidity most women seem to exhibit. Where the hell are all the good service submissives??

I had gotten back from my job a bit ago and listened through the few responses my ad had garnered. Juliet had seemed a likely canidate until I spoke to her.

"Stupid."

The ad had been placed over a week ago and, I still hadn't received anything worth interviewing. I shook my head again, a negation of the issues I had thus far found and made my way upstairs to shower before dinner. I would give it another week before I pulled the ad. Then, why then, I guess I would have to find my girl a different way.

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The alarm blares suddenly, pulling Bryn from her delicious dream. Her arm flies out, turning the alarm off as her eyes open. She stares up at the white ceiling, dreading the day ahead of her. Throwing off the covers she gathers her toiletries and robe before making her way down the hall to the showers. The dorm is never quiet, there are always people milling about and today was no different. Luckily she was able to grab an empty shower quickly and was back in her room within an hour.

She slides on a comfortable pair of jeans over her long legs and pulls on a tshirt. Her long, strawberry blond hair goes up in a pony tail. Looking in the vanity mirror she stares at her tall frame, her milky white skin, and deep blue eyes, wondering if she will make it through this next obstacle. She sits down on her bed, looking around at the place she has called home for three years.

Finding out her scholarship has run out is heartbreaking. She had worked very hard the past three years and was looking forward to being a Senior and graduation soon. Summer break was due to begin in two days and instead of looking forward to spending her summer on the beach, she would be spending it looking for work and a place to live. She wanted to find a job that paid well enough to keep her in an apartment while she applied for a student loan. Her high hopes were to find a job to pay for both her apartment and school, but that would never happen.

She pulled the newspaper onto her lap that she had purchased the night before and began searching for a job. Her heart jumped as she read the ad, service oriented, daily chores, live-in and pay!

I couldn’t help but squeal as I read the ad: service oriented, daily chores, live-in and pay! This was perfect! I picked up the phone and dialed the number, hoping to reach the woman who placed the ad. I had plenty of jobs the required house keeping and other chores, plus I could follow directions well, it would be the ideal job if the pay was right. I heard the machine pick up and the message playing, then beep. “Hello, my name is Bryn, I’m 22 and attend the university. I am very interested in your advertisement and feel I could serve you well. I can follow instructions and am eager to please. Please call me at ***-****, I would love to come in for an interview.”

That didn’t sound too bad, I thought. I hope she calls soon, this could be the break she was looking for.

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The last message from her service had been a fairly good one. Michaela grinned as she jotted down pertinent information, including Bryn's number. Of course, she didn't allow herself to become too excited. After all, just because something sounded right, didn't mean it would be.

After fixing herself a light meal and cleaning the kitchen, Michaela sat down at her desk in the study and contemplated her work schedule for the week. It looked as if tomorrow would be her only free day. That meant that if she called Bryn and liked what she heard over the initial conversation, tomorrow would be the only day she could do the interview.

Michaela raked a hand through her short, dark hair. She hated rushing things. It irked her and made her feel out of sorts.

Fuck. I had better go a head and get the call out of the way.

She quickly tapped out the number on her phone's key pad and waited as the phone began to ring.

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Bryn began to pack up the small amount of belongs she had collected in her three years at the dorm. She didn't include a lot of the cheap little trinkets, choosing to keep only the really important things. A short while later she looked around again, smiling at how quickly it had gone. By the far wall were two large black garbage bags full of trash, next to them were two large suitcases and three small boxes.

The suitcases contained all of the clothing and shoes she owned. One held comfortable clothing such as jeans, tshirts and the like, while the other consisted of some dressier clothing, nothing too expensive or flashy. All of her books and school papers took up two boxes. The last box help some personal things she couldn't seem to part with.

As she was about to begin carrying the boxes down to her car, her cell phone rang. Her stomach jumped at the number on the caller ID. Taking a deep breath she sat at her desk, paper and pen all ready to take down an address. She hit talk and said hello.

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The voice at the other end was breathless and youthful. Michaela wondered if she had called at inopportune time but shook her head to discourage such negative thinking. After all, she had no way of knowing what the little girl was up to and she had answerd the phone promptly.

Hello, Bryn. I am Michaela. I received your message just a bit ago and was wondering if you have a few moments to answer some questions. Your answers will decide, for both of us, whether you fit what I require. Are you ready? Take your time and think each answer through. Don't answer with what you think I want. That will piss me off and leave us both unhappy. Just tell the truth and shame the devil. Your initial response to each question is the answer I want.

Michaela's voice drops a bit as she asks each question, grinning slightly with each of Bryn's answer's..

The questions

1) How do you feel about taking direction, if you haven't ever tried something before? I do not mind taking direction. In fact I prefer to following directions if it is something new, that way I know I am doing exactly what you wish of me.

2) Do you have an issue with outside work? Of course not, I enjoy being outside. Sometimes I would rather it, than being couped up inside.

3) How do you feel about personal service? By that I mean body service... slightly confused... I think I am ok with that. I am very good with my hands and love to please.

4) Do you consider yourself service oriented? Why should I believe you? Oh, most definitely. I think I am very service oriented. I've always performed my duties well and with great enthusiasm. I am much more comfortable taking direction then giving it. As far as believing me...well I can only say I will prove to you that I am exactly what you are looking for. I am willing and ready to start whenever you would like.

Oh yes, I do like you Bryn I think we will get along admirably. Why don't you meet with me tomorrow morning so we can finish our interview and I can walk you through what I would require on a day to day basis? The address is 241 Lanvale Heights. Where are you located?

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Bryn was nervous as she spoke to Michaela, hoping to make a good impression. She tried to do as Michaela had asked and took her time answering the questions. They all seemed pretty straight forward and she answered as honestly as she could. Bryn was a little unsure what she meant by body service but assumed it was a simple thing like fetching coffee or maybe a shoulder rub occasionally. Things she didn’t really mind doing.

She loved the sound of Michaela’s voice, it seemed like a living thing, rubbing along her soft skin. Several times she shifted in her seat as they talked. When the questions were finally over, Bryn was thrilled that she wanted to meet with her.

Oh, thank you Michaela. Tomorrow is wonderful. I think I can find you easily enough. I’m still on campus right now so I think you are about forty minutes from me.

After a few pleasantries they hung up and Bryn began to rummage through her clothes, looking for something to wear. She found a nice pair of black dress pants with a bright blue silk top. After finding her black heels hidden in the bottom of a box, she laid everything out for tomorrow. She fell asleep quickly after setting her alarm for 6am.

Waking before the alarm, Bryn grabbed her toiletries and went to take her shower. She was not surprised to find the bathrooms deserted, seeing as how most college students didn’t wake until well after 9am. Her shower took no time at all, her stomach already anxious about the interview. She tried her best to look professional, her hair pulled back at the nape of her neck, just a touch of makeup.

She grabbed her purse and walked down to the student parking lot. Her beat up ford mustang rumbled as she started it, not wanting to run on the dreary day. She made her way to the address she had scribbled down. Pulling onto the long driveway she found herself stopping in front of a two story brick house with a well manicured lawn. She stepped out, smoothing her pants with shaking hands before making her way to the door. Taking a deep breath she knocked softly on the door and waited.

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Michaela awakened early, about 5:45 or so. She hadn't decided yet on what to wear nor had she decided on a pay scale for her prospective employee. It didn't matter. Her dreams had been filled with darkness and her body had decided that it was time to wake up. So, she got up.

After a hot shower, she went to the closet for something to wear. A few moments of deliberation netted her an appropriate outfit: white linen dress slacks, white baby tee and a black linen vest. Then it was back to the bathroom to fix her hair and add some red to her lips.

Finally, a little after 7 am, she sat down and ate a light breakfast, all while waiting...waiting...waiting for Bryn to come.

She stepped out, smoothing her pants with shaking hands before making her way to the door. Taking a deep breath she knocked softly on the door and waited.

Michaela glanced at the mirror in the front hall and smoothed the front of her outfit. After a few deep breaths, she opened the door and stopped, struck momentarily speechless. The girl was lovely: all pale skinned and auburn haired, curved, tall. If her intelligence and service instincts match Michaela's personal tastes, she could very well be perfect.

Good morning Bryn, please come in.

Michaela's instincts had dropped her voice down into the sub registers of alto, a purring growl underlying her words. Suiting actions to words, she reached forward and grabbed the taller girl's hand, bringing her into the foyer and shutting the door behind her. Pointing with her right hand, she directed Bryn toward the office, located by the stairs.

I will be right with you. I have a contract for your perusal and we need to discuss your plans. Things I need to know include how long you would feel comfortable working/living on site and what you feel 24 hour service is worth, monetarily. So, go sit. Think about things...I will join you in five.

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Beautiful. That was the only word that formed in her mind as Bryn took in Michaela's toned body and exquisite up-tilted eyes. She blinked, shaking her head a bit as Michaela spoke.

Good morning Michaela.

The brown skinned beauty's voice made her breath catch as her stomach twisted. She chalked it up to nerves as she stepped into foyer. Her eyes quickly scanned what she could see of the house, noting all the highly polished wood. She turned to face Michaela and followed the direction she pointed to, into the office.

She nodded to Michaela as she promised to join her in a few. Bryn's fingers slid along the deep wood of the chair, smooth and polished as well. She smoothed her pants and sat in the plush chair. Her fingers played along her hem, a touch of nervousness running through her.

[Luna_Wolf72]

Michaela jogged up to her room and withdrew the service contract she had had her lawyer draw up. It basically gave her control of whomever signed it, all properly worded and legal. Of course, no mention of sex could be made but the most important bits were air tight: live in, maid/man of all work, vacation time to be discussed 2 weeks prior, etc. Michaela glanced over the document, smiling at all the jargon, and made her way back to the under office where Bryn was patiently waiting.

Ok then, this is what I need: someone who is willing to learn how I like things and then endeavor to keep my household, and me, running perfectly. You will be in charge of scheduling any upkeep~both inside these walls and out. This requires that you have a good grasp of numbers, as you will be paying any and all household bills from my accounts.

Michaela grinned suddenly, a blaze of white against the bronze of her skin and the red highlighting her lips.

This also means that you will be overseeing the housecleaning service I have hired and going behind the lawn jockeys to make sure they do their jobs. You will be in charge of all of this on top of preparing dinner and helping me with personal tasks.

Another grin, a bit darker in meaning, just as bright in appearance.

Of course what this basically means is that as long as every thing goes well, you will be rewarded. However, when others screw up, it is you that will have to fix it or explain to me just how it happened and be prepared to take the consequences.

Michaela tilted her head slightly to the left and looked the other girl over.

Do you understand? Will that be more than you bargained for? Also did you think on what I asked you?

She slid into silence and trained her light brown eyes on Bryn's face, waiting for her response.

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Bryn sat down in the plus chair, her eyes scanning the office quickly. It was neat and orderly, everything she had pictured from the well put-together woman who answered the door. She couldn't get over the fact that Michaela was beautiful, her body was perfect, her skin smooth and clear and those eyes. Her eyes seemed to hold Bryn's, not wanting to release her.

She tried not to fidget as she waited, her hands smoothing over her outfit once more. As the door opened, Bryn rose from her chair, feeling almost a need to please this woman with her etiquette and manners. After Michaela was seated, Bryn sat and listened intently.

I have a wonderful grasp of numbers, Michaela, having passed all of my math classes with honors. Plus, I have kept a checkbook for years, am always ontime with my bills and have a good eye for detail.

Bryn couldn't help but smile as she watched her face light up. Michaela's eyes seemed to sparkle as she grinned at her. She was pleasantly surprised at the mention of a service, thinking she would be the one to actually do the cleaning.

She nodded as Michaela continued, knowing she would do fine with preparing dinner and taking care of any personal issues she may have. Bryn was fully prepared to make sure everything was done as Michaela asked and had no problem taking the blame if things were not perfect.

Yes, Michaela. I understand. It will be my responsiblity to make sure everything is as you like it. I also know that if I miss something and things are wrong, that I will be reprimanded for it. I have no problem with taking the punishment.

She didn't understand the shiver that ran up her spine at the change in Michaela's grin at her mentioning punishment but continued on.

I believe I can handle this job better than anyone else you could interview with. Although I'm not sure what question I haven't answered. embarrassed at already messing up she waited patiently to hear what she had missed.

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Michaela grinned, a delighted expression which brought a sparkle to her uptilted eyes

Remember when I directed you to the office and told you to have a seat? I had told you to think on how much a live in position would be worth to you, money wise.

Another slow smile.

After all, someone should pay for your hard work, don't you think? As for the rest, well I do think you will suit me most admirably. You are pretty, intelligent and willing. Guess which one I think is the most important of the three??

Michaela rose from behind her desk and strode to Bryn's side. With a quick movement, she grabbed the girl's hand and tugged her to her feet.

Okay then. There are certain rooms which are sacrosanct. No one must clean them but you. The first is my bed/bath combo on the second floor. The second room is my play room. I will take you there so that you can see what I mean by play.

Michaela guided Bryn to a door located on the opposite side of her office. Using an ornate brass key, she unlocked it and beckoned the taller girl inside, before stepping over the threshold herself and shutting the door.

The room itself was plushly carpeted and well lit with pieces of heavy wooden furniture placed here and there. Some of those pieces defied explanation. If one didn't know what they were looking at, it could be quite shocking. In truth, the room only held a few outre' things: a cross, two spanking benches, a full length mirror, and two hope chests. The rest of the furniture was what one would expect in a den: couches, chairs and dainty little end tables.

Michaela waited while Bryn looked around. The girl's breath had quickened and her flawless skin held a slight blush but she never said a word. Michaela liked that.

This is my playroom. If you ever do something that requires a discussion, it will be here that we discuss it. I do so enjoy the flush of color on a pretty girl's skin, you know?

Michaela quirked an eyebrow at the girl and tugged her around until they faced one another.

So then, have you thought on the money yet? If you agree to my terms, I will pay what you ask. Just know that until the contract ends...you belong to me. It shouldn't be too hard. Just do all that I ask, when I ask and we will get along famously.

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She felt the blush rising up her cheeks as she reminded Bryn of the question. Her mind tried to process just what to ask for, never having had a full time job before, she was so unsure. She was thinking so hard about the pay, Michaela's question caught her off guard. Without thinking she answered quickly.

I think it would be more important to be willing.

Hoping she answered correctly she was shocked when Michaela pulled her to her feet. She listened carefully as she was led to another door. A little cleaning wouldn't be so bad, she thought. The only thing that confused her was the play room. What would be in a grown women's play room and why would it need to be locked?

Bryn's roamed around the room, taking in the furniture and chests before finding the cross. At first she didn't understand what she was seeing, then her breath sped up. She could feel herself heating up, her skin flushing a nice pink. Her eyes grew wide as she was pulled around, meeting Michaela's. She gasped at her words, wondering what she had gotten herself into. The room had made her skin tingle with fear and something more.

She looked into this beautiful woman's eyes and listened to her words. Still Bryn couldn't believe some of the thoughts that kept flashing through her mind. She knew she must be mistaken and tried to focus.

Michaela, I know this won't sound very professional but I've never had a live in position, let alone a full time job before. If you wouldn't mind, would you tell me what you think is fair as far as price. I really would like this job and think I could please you. I can follow directions and know how to work hard.

She waited for Michaela to answer, hoping she would choose to hire her. Bryn really needed this job and the money would help you continue with her schooling eventually. Her fingers twisted together, hoping she would say yes.

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Michaela thought for a moment, taking into account what she could afford to pay on a weekly basis and then knocking a bit off since the girl was going to be in the house rent free for at least the next 6 months. It took a few moments but she soon had a reasonably good figure. With a sigh, she beckoned Bryn over to one of the couches and sat down, waiting until the taller girl joined her before speaking again.

I assume an average salary of 1200 biweekly won't go amiss? Of course, it will be taxed but that still leaves you about 2 grand a month to use as you see fit. It may seem a trifle high but you are basically my house manager. Therefore, all the praise and punishment falls to you. The salary has to reflect that.

Michaela turned so that she was looking at the other girl, allowing her eyes to skim the trim, toned form and gorgeous curves barely hinted at beneath the other's demure get up.

I will also be providing you two work outfits. One is for cleaning, the other for managerial type stuff. I will need your sizes...shoes, pants, skirts, tops.

Michaela stopped speaking again. A sigh, deeper than the last. Finally...

I am offering you the job. I will put in the salary requirements and then you can read over the contract before signing. Once you do that, well then the real work can begin. What do you say?

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Bryn followed her over to the couch, sitting down, she turned to face her. Her eyes widened slightly at the amount. It was more than she had ever made. Swallowing softly she nodded.

Yes, Michaela. That sounds wonderful, thank you.

She wondered what the punishments would entail, thinking it would be a dock in pay or something similar. Her eyes watched Michaela's eyes wander over her body, bringing a blush to her cheeks. She sighed, hoping the work outfits aren't too uncomfortable.

Let's see...I'm an 8 1/2 for my shoes, pants and skirts are both a 6 and tops are mediums usually.

Bryn smiled brightly at the job offer. She had been hoping but was so nervous she couldn't be sure. Her hands gripped together tightly. She wanted to scream and laugh and dance around. Her breathing steadied.

I would love to work for you Michaela. I promise I will do my best to please you.

She wanted to start right away and hoped that she wouldn't mind how anxious she was.

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Michaela stood up and nodded once, a small smile gracing her mouth.

Ok then, Bryn. I hope you brought your things with you. I have a suite set up for your personal use and you may move in anytime today. Hopefully, you will be ready to start on the morrow.

Another tug as Michaela guided Bryn back to her office and placed her back in the chair. Moving behind the desk, Michaela picked up the contract, noting the amount of Bryn's salary and expected job duration~a standard six months with a chance to renew at the employer's discretion. Rifling the pages together took but a few moments and then Michaela handed them to Bryn with a nod.

Look these over, any changes you want let me know. I will discuss it. If it is acceptable to you, sign it and I will show you to your new home for the next 6 months.

Michaela leaned back and waited as Bryn read through the papers, noting with a smile the occasional frown line that wrinkled the girl's pert nose and smooth forehead. Eventually though, Bryn signed it and slid the pages back to Michaela. It was struggle to keep the triumph from her face, but somehow Michaela managed to hide most of it....except for the eyes. Bryn was hers.

Come on Bryn, let me show you to your suite. I hope you will be comfortable here.

(OOC: three rooms, darlin...master bath and bedroom plus a small sitting room to set up anyway you'd like...right across the hall from Michaela.)

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Bryn returned the smile, beaming at the prospect of this new adventure. Upon hearing Michaela's words she felt grateful she had packed her meager belongings in her car before she left. At first she felt over eager as she loaded up her things, but now she is thankful for the forethought.

I am more than willing to start tomorrow, Michaela. I look forward to it actually.

She allowed herself to be escorted back to the office and sat patiently as Michaela worked through the contract. Bryn read through the papers carefully, trying to make sure she wasn't signing anything she really shouldn't. Her daddy had always taught her to read everything before she signed any type of contract. Some of the wording seemed odd for what she thought of this job, but she seemed comfortable with it in all. Her signature flowed elegantly along the bottom of the page before she handed it back to Michaela.

Suite? That sounds wonderful

She followed Michaela to her rooms, unable to keep her eyes from roaming along her back and bottom. The woman had a truly amazing figure, she thought, wondering just what she did to stay in shape. Bryn liked to run, it was her one true love and helped keep her very fit and trim.

Michaela opens a door and moves to give her room to enter. She walks into a small sitting room. A large window dominates the wall directly in front of her, built in bookshelves covering every other inch of the wall. The shelves are filled a little more than half with a wide assortment of books. She looks to the left, seeing an oversized, plush chair with ottoman, a soft afghan on the arm. A unique painting rests above the chair, arching her eyebrows she moves her eyes to the left, seeing a set of double doors.

Walking over she opens the doors, revealing an enormous four poster bed with a sheer white curtain draped over the canopy. Her eyes roam the room quickly, taking in the two large dressers and beautiful vanity. She can't help but rush to the bathroom, gasping as she stands in the doorway.

The bathroom is exquisite. The large stand in, glass shower, the enormous jacuzzi tub.

It's perfect, thank you so much, Michaela.

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Michaela had been pleased to note that Bryn had brought along her things and could start moving in right away. The previous night had been a touch awkward as the girl hadn't started yet and Michaela tried to treat her as the guest she still was. That all changed in the morning of Bryn's first day.

It was a little after 6 AM when Michaela walked across the hall, wearing silk boxers and a sports bra, and tapped lightly on Bryn's door, a small sheaf of papers held in her other hand. Those papers contained all the information Bryn would need to do most of her job: prices, wages, companies used, expected schedules for certain jobs, bank account information, papers that had to be signed so that she would have access to those same accounts.

Michaela heard movement inside and figured it would be safe enough to enter. Turning the knob, she pushed the door open and moved directly to the chair. Bryn was up, she could hear the shower going. That was good, meant she was also an early riser. Eventually, the shower stopped and she could hear the taller girl move into her bedroom. Michaela grinned and stood up, her uptilted eyes sparkling with glee.

She waited but a few moments and then tapped on the bedroom door, pushing it slightly at the same time.

Bryn, when you are ready meet me downstairs. I have information for you to help you get acclimated.

She had a glimpse of pale white skin and delicate curves before she pulled the door shut. Time to go make herself presentable.

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The whole night was spent moving her things into her room. Michaela had helped her begin to put her things away. It was tough for Bryn to relax. She was worried about tomorrow, her first real day. This was the first real job she had ever had, at least one where she was responsible for so much. Michaela finally left her shortly after ten o'clock with a quick good night.

Bryn wasn't sure what time she was expected to start the next morning so she finished putting her things away quickly. After the last box was carried out to the trash and the last suitcase stored in the back of the closet, Bryn got ready for bed. When she had finally climbed into the deliciously comfortable bed, it was just after eleven. She set her alarm for 5:30, hoping that would be early enough and fell quickly asleep.

Turning the alarm off after the first buzz, Bryn quickly jumped up and began gathering her clothes. Since she had not gotten her work outfit yet, she was unsure as to what Michaela would prefer. She thought the first day might entail more administrative type work so she found a black, knee length skirt and pale blue, silk top. Laying it out on the bed with her undergarments, she moved to the bathroom to take her shower.

Her shower was thorough but quick and in just ten minutes she was drying off. She finished drying her body and wrapped her hair up in the towel before making her way back to the bedroom. Bryn did not hear the tap on the door as she reached out to grab her panties, humming softly to herself. She jumped as she heard Michaela's voice, turning just as she finished speaking to see the door closing.

Bryn stood next to her bed, panties in her hand, staring at the closed door. She couldn't seem to move, wondering if Michaela had seen her standing there naked. Of course not, she thought, shaking her head. She dressed quickly, pulling on a pair of stockings and black pumps. After her hair was dried and pulled back, she applied a little eye shadow and mascara, finishing up with some pale lipstick.

Shaking a little, she looked at herself in the full length mirror in the corner of her bedroom. She looked professional, almost like the librarian at her school, she thought, bringing a small chuckle. Taking a deep breath she left her room, closing the door softly behind her and made her way downstairs for her first day.

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After that quick glimpse, Michaela had retreated to her room to get dressed for the day. A quick shower, a daub of cologne behind the ears and at the wrists. Her next move was to the bedroom where she grabbed a pair of dressy black jeans, black riding boots, a black silk shirt and a black wife beater type undershirt. There was no point in getting more dressed up. This was going to be a work from home day.

Giving herself a quick once over in the full length mirror, she grinned suddenly and headed out, going downstairs to the kitchen to begin breakfast. She had just set two places with milk and OJ, lightly done toast, crisp bacon and scrambled eggs with cheese when Bryn made her appearance.

Hello Bryn, you look delicious.

Michaela's voice was husky and her eyes had darkened slightly as she took in Bryn's professional attire. Something inside wanted to muss the little girl up, make her look rumpled but Michaela realized she couldn't do that just yet. She had to take her time and work up to it...bit by bit.

After you finish eating, we will make our way to the office. I will be placing the orders for your work outfits today and will be getting you started on your daily schedule. Then I am going up to my private office...you will be able to use the downstairs one as your own until your contract is up.

Michaela grinned and sat down, watching until Bryn picked up her fork and began eating.

After today, this will be your job. I hate to cook.

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Bryn smelled the eggs as soon as she walked down the hall, immediately wondering if she should have come down and made breakfast. She tried to calm herself, knowing that Michaela would have mentioned something. When she entered the room, she wondered if she chosen wrong with the skirt, seeing Michaela's jeans.

Good morning, Michaela. Um...thank you. You look lovely as well.

Slightly curious at the wording, she made her way to the table. Waiting for Michaela to join her, she listened carefully, curious as to what would be on the schedule for today. Bryn knew she had a lot to learn with this new job and resolved to do her absolute best at every task. Her face lit up at the mention of the office, so excited that she would have one of her own.

When Michaela joined her, she sat down and began to eat. Her eyes met Michaela's as she laughed softly.

Of course, Michaela. I am actually a pretty decent cook. I've been told that some of my best work was done in the kitchen.

The meal was delicious and Bryn finished quickly. She stood, taking her plate to the sink and immediately began cleaning up from breakfast. After washing her dish and the pan used to make the eggs, she turned to see if Michaela was finished. Smiling down at her she retrieved her plate to clean as well. When she had finished, she wiped down all the counters as well as the kitchen table before drying her hands.

I think I'm ready to see what you have planned for me today, Michaela.

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Michaela was more than pleasantly surprised by Bryn's move to clear the table and wash up the breakfast dishes. It was good she knew her way around a kitchen, even better that she knew, almost unconciously, what it meant to serve.

Ok Bryn, follow me.

They made their way to the office once more, Michaela opening the door and then directing Bryn through it before entering herself. After waving Bryn to a seat, Michaela sat down behind the desk and handed Bryn the paperwork needed for her to do her job properly.

Sign those. They give you access to my business bank accounts so that you can take care of my bills. I will expect careful accounting, Bryn. That means once a week I want a report of what you have spent and why.

A few taps on the keyboard and Michaela stood up, waving Bryn to her abandoned spot at the desk. Using the mouse, she clicked a small notebook icon which brought up a task scheduler.

I will be leaving your tasks here, every week. It is up to you to check them and arrange them to your satisfaction. Failure to keep records or to check will result in a discussion.

A small smile, bright white against the brown of her skin.

Today isn't busy. Get your paperwork caught up and make sure you get me your W-4 for tax purposes. I expect the folder by lunchtime. We will go out for lunch today while we pick up appropriate shoes for your work clothes. I will have them express shipped so that you have them by the day after tomorrow at the latest. Until then wear what you are comfortable in, ok?

Michaela placed her left hand on the back of Bryn's neck and squeezed, once before dropping her hand and stepping back.

I hope you enjoy being here as much as I will enjoy having you. I expect you in my office by noon. Later.

Michaela grinned once more and strode out, her hips swaying seductively.

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Bryn followed her into the office and settled into the plush chair before retrieving the papers Michaela held out to her. She held them without looking as Michaela gave her instructions, her eyes never leaving the other woman's. Bryn was thankful she had taken those accounting classes earlier in the year.

She moved behind the desk and sat down, looking at the folder, Michaela had opened. It seemed easy enough to navigate. Bryn raised her eyes to see the small grin, returning a nervous one of her own. She hoped a discussion would never be in order, wanting to do a good job for her new boss.

She nodded at the instructions, glad that her first day would not be horribly busy.

Yes, Michaela, thank you.

She shivered a bit at the touch, not used to such displays but kept her smile in place.

I'm sure I will. You have already made me feel welcome. I will be there, Michaela.

Bryn watched her walk out, so graceful and sexy. Shaking her head, she hoped to look as good just leaving a room one day. She set the papers on the desk and pulled open the small drawer next to her, finding the pen she was hoping to see. Slowly, Bryn began to fill out the paperwork that Michaela had given her. After writing her signature for the tenth time, she stacked the papers neatly, moving them off to the side.

Looking up at the clock, she noticed it was ten minutes to noon. She grabbed the forms and after sliding in the chair, made her way upstairs. Bryn made a quick stop into her room to use the bathroom and wash her hands before walking down the hall to Michaela's office.

She knocked quietly, hoping she was still on time and waited for the call to enter.

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The knock came at exactly noon and Michaela grinned excitedly before composing herself into a look of studied indifference. Moving with casual grace, she opened the door and motioned the taller girl inside, before moving away and going back to her desk.

I see you finished your paper work. Good job and you did it in a very timely manner too.

Michaela smiled, a dimple popping briefly into existence before disappearing.

Have you decided what you want for lunch? I, myself, long for a juicy burger with all the trimmings, Another quick grin. but you look like a salad type of girl. Also we need to get you a pair of comfortable work boots and some really good thick soled shoes for indoor work. If you don't mind, we are gonna go to my favorite place for lunch. A quirk of her eybrow.

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The lunch was had at Michaela's favorite place, a fetish bar/diner with all the novelty that particular atmosphere provided. Women were trussed up in vinyl and leather, men were the same, collars were noted in abundance and yet there wasn't an air of nastiness. It was like an intricate dance where everyone knew their place and gloried in it.

Michaela had watched Bryn for any hint of nervousness or fear, but the other girl betrayed nothing, not even blinking when one of the subbie type servers came over with the bill and was greeted with a brisk slap on her pert rear. All in all, the lunch had went well enough for Michaela to be more than pleased with her choice of potential service woman. When the bill had been paid, Michaela tugged Bryn to her feet with a firm hand and guided her outside into the swirl of humanity.

Come on Bryn, time to go shoe hunting.

The next hour was spent in vigorous debate over particular styles and colors until eventually they had settled on a pair of white nursing style shoes and a pair of black Doc Marten's. Michaela had giggled at Bryn's response's repeatedly and had more fun than she had imagained but soon enough it was time to head for home and work. They reached home soon after, parting at the front door, once inside.

OK, you have been a pleasure to have about Bryn and I thank you. Please get on the phone and arrange house service for this week and lawn service as well. You may either fix dinner or order it for me but I expect it no later than 6. Another quirky grin...with much twinkling of light brown eyes. See you later.

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Bryn preceded Michaela into the office, sitting in one of the two available chairs in front of the desk. Her eyes scanned the office quickly, noting the neat and orderly way she kept it. She smiled brightly at the praise.

Yes, I would rather have a salad, usually a good grilled chicken caesar. And of course, wherever you prefer would be fine, thank you.

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The only sign of her shock was a slight faulter in her step when Michaela escorted her into the diner. Bryn had never been to a fetish bar/diner before. Her eyes quickly scanned the room, taking in the collars and vinyl before following Michaela to the table.

She couldn't believe that places like this existed. It was exciting to see the way the servers moved around the room, they seemed to truly enjoy their job. Bryn was surprised at how comfortable she felt and even a little aroused. She chalked that up to the skimpy outfits, but when Michaela slapped the server on the bottom, it gave her a strange excited feeling in her belly.

Bryn rose quickly at Michaela's urging and followed her outside. She smiled at the thought of shopping and had a wonderful time as well. Michaela definitely had good taste when it came to shoes but Bryn couldn't help putting her opinion out there. Sometimes even coming up with off the wall excuses for not getting a particular style.

She loved the sound of Michaela's laugh, hoping to hear more of it soon. Bryn was even a little sad to return to Michaela's home. Her home, she thought, smiling. She listened closely to the instructions Michaela was giving.

Yes, Michaela. I will call you when dinner is ready.

Bryn ran up to her room and quickly put the packages on her bed before returning to the office. Pulling up the list of service numbers she scheduled the house service for the day after tomorrow and the lawn service for the day after that. After taking care of that task, Bryn made her way to the kitchen.

After looking through the well stocked pantry and refrigerator, Bryn knew exactly what she wanted to make. She moved quickly through the kitchen, gathering the ingredients for roasted baby potatoes, steamed green beans, and peppercorn steak. At quarter to six, she makes her way to Michaela's office, knocking softly.