Punished

by Tina Majors

  How things had changed in the space of a year.

  Instead of waltzing back into my old job, which had been promised to me by my manager and former university friend Piers Blem, I found that things had were now very different. The accountancy firm had gone bust - which in turn meant my job no longer existed and Piers claimed my new employer was not currently hiring.

  To make matters worse, there were hundreds of people in the same situation as me, which meant that finding a job of a similar standing was proving to be extremely difficult.

  This was the economy paying back the greedy excesses of the modern world.

  It was brutal.

  I was forced to leave my swish apartment while I looked for work and got by on my savings - which weren’t as plentiful as they perhaps should have been due to my excessive lifestyle.

  The gym membership too had to be cancelled, meaning that all I was left with were memories of the fantastic asses on the strong gym women, memories that would ultimately fade, going from super HD to distant low pixel visions.

  Soon, my savings were almost gone and my optimism to find a job was disappearing, rapidly receding at a worrying rate of knots. I started looking at jobs local to home and not in the accountancy industry. However, the recession had really hit and there was nothing suitable.

  Perhaps a complete career change was required as a temporary measure so I could at least find a semblance of security to my life situation?

  One day, while job searching on one of the many job sites I would peruse, I spotted an immediately intriguing advert on an obscure recruitment site that seemed to pop up in a new tab without even being prompted (maybe it was fate?):

  Sophisticated lady seeks live in boy to carry out house chores, shopping, and general upkeep of my house. Previous experience is not necessary, as full and very intense training will be provided. A desire to please is essential. The applicant will be obedient and ready to take orders to a tee. Full room and board to the successful applicant. No time wasters wanted or tolerated. Email a CV and enthusiastic covering letter to be considered for this role – perhaps the role you were truly born to fulfil.

  ‘Interesting,’ I thought out loud, my voice echoing a little in the high ceilinged library computer room that I was being forced to use while my internet provider dragged their heels over fixing a fault with my line at home.

  This was amongst other generic cleaning positions, but there was something about the line ‘The applicant will be obedient’ that stuck with me. I felt the usual stirrings in my briefs and was tempted to pull down my pants and relief myself right there. I resisted, but no matter what I did that day, I found myself going back to the advertisement, and back to that one line.

  Later that night, almost on a whim, I sent my CV.

  **

  The next morning, my phone rang with a withheld number and although I wouldn’t normally answer in this situation, my job situation was such that desperation took over.

  ‘Am I speaking with Edward?’ asked the caller in what could be described as a somewhat stern voice with a hint of a regional accent but mainly in what would be known as a fairly posh register.

  ‘Um, yeah?’ I replied.

  'You replied to my advert on yesterday evening and I'd like to call you in for an interview to see if you're what I'm looking for. I've vetted a few candidates, none of them however have come up to the mark but there was something about your covering letter that caught my eye,' the voice continued.

  The voice was of a lady that sounded quite formal, assertive, probably used to bossing people about.

  ‘Well, shall I expect you or not?’ She said, sounding a little impatient to say the least.

  ‘Y-y-y-y-es, of course,’ I said, suddenly feeling a bead of sweat running down my back.

  I’d had this feeling before, but this time it was different, even more intense.

  I felt unable to disagree with this woman, unable to challenge her.

  I felt a desire to serve her.

  The rest of the phone call was a blur as I took down the time and location of the interview, constantly distracted by the growing bulge in my trousers.

  **

  Monday came round before I knew it and I got on the early morning train for Angelica's house. I made my way through to various carriages towards my reservation.

  The train was relatively busy, the usual mix of commuters on their way to their much hated jobs and nine to five schedules, families on day trips, and students on their way to their parents to get their washing done no doubt.

  I walked up to my seat and saw that it was empty, which was lucky seeing as my reservation ticket had not been placed at the top of the seat like I would have expected it to be.

  I did not let this annoy him too much and took my seat.

  As the train began to slowly pull away, I looked out of the window and watched the scenery begin to change from grimy urban decay to classic suburbia and then to a more rural style: fields punctuated by large houses, small hamlets, the occasional small high street containing the bare essential shops.

  I certainly felt nervous at what was to come, but for this moment at least I was happy watching the scenery and listening to Spotify. I had recently become interested in a lot of new music so found my playlist offered a lot of nice surprises – if nothing else, it made a change from the music I normally would listen to on repeat.

  A fan of all genres of music, I wondered why it had taken him so long to open up my horizons to the entire spectrum of music that existed in the world. Perhaps this was the influence of Spotify, or perhaps it also represented a shift in how I was beginning to view the world, and indeed what I was able to do with my life.

  Maybe, just maybe, it was also part of the reason why I had made the decision that had ultimately led to him making this train journey that I was on. Either way, the significance of the journey, and where I was going, was not lost on him as my playlist began pumping out another new jam.

  **

  The house was an old vicarage on the outskirts of a sleepy commuter town. Certainly, it was an expensive area if the cars dotted around were anything to go by. There was a swimming pool out in the back garden and a large lawn beyond that.

  I walked up the driveway and made my way to the front of the house, the gravel crunching underfoot as I put one foot in front of the other, nerves building with each step.

  I could not shake the sense of nervousness, genuine foreboding that I had felt since first reading the advertisement. The phrase 'The applicant will be obedient...' repeated itself over and over. I tried to think of other things but my mind kept boomeranging back to this seemingly innocuous phrase.

  I knocked at the beautiful wooden door and stepped back.

  Angelica opened the door, and truly was a striking woman. A beautiful and well looked after face, long dark hair, at least five foot ten, voluptuous with a small waist complementing a very ample bosom and considerable thighs and bottom. I felt myself getting excited, but made an effort to resemble a professional person applying for a job.

  Angelica led I into the hallway and I was struck by how tidy the place was.

  I was lead into the lounge where they sat down on the sofas and Angelica started the interview.

  At first I went through what I had been up to, my travelling, my 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.

  Then Angelica took over.

  'Edward, given your background why do you want to come and clean for me? A bit of a step down, don't you think?’ Angelica laughed as she noticed I was struggling to keep my eyes away from her stockinged feet and up from her powerful legs to her proud breasts. ‘Anyway, I want to tell you more about the job on offer. As the advert alluded to, it's a live-in role: not just cleaning, it's cooking, gardening, general DIY, ironing, the whole lot. That's the basics of the role, but beyond that I will be demanding a little more.'

  I was trying
to take it all in, despite my growing arousal and intrigue.

  She had that dominant way I had seen before in my former Mistress, but this time there was an added extra sense that she was for real.

  Surely this was not what she was about?

  The idea of salary hadn't even crossed my mind, or anything else. I was just captivated by her, her aura seemed magnificent and compelling to him.

  'You see I,’ Angelica said. ‘What I really want is someone to do my bidding, my exact and precise bidding. Whatever, and I mean whatever, I say—‘

  ‘But-‘ I replied.

  'Edward, when I speak, I do not expect to be interrupted,” Angelica said, admonishing me. ‘Do I make myself clear?’ She continued, her expression as formidable as her large, simultaneously muscular and juicy, buttocks.

  ‘Yes, Mistress,’ I said.

  Where had that come from? It seemed the most natural way of responding to her but that didn’t stop him from flushing bright red. I felt my dick begin to pulse inside my underpants, a sudden rush of blood and a familiar throbbing that I wondered whether or not was visible to the Goddess who stood in front of him.

  ‘Good,’ Angelica smiled, wickedly. ‘It seems we are on the same page. Am I being clear?’

  ‘Yes, it's all clear so far… Mistress,' I said, my head bowed.

  'Good. You have good manners at least,’ angelica purred. ‘Now in exchange for this, I will pay you a modest weekly wage and provide full board and shelter. I doubt it's what you're used to, but you can't put a price on the work you're going to do. This will be a vocation rather than a job. The rewards will be numerous and thrilling if you are a good little boy.'

  Was this really happening, I thought?

  It sounded too good to be true, but also somewhat terrifying. That said, deep inside, my inner submissive self was bouncing around like crazy and the urge to strip and crawl on my knees to worship her was proving difficult to put out of my mind.

  'How does it sound so far, I?' Angelica asked, seemingly confident in what the answer would be.

  ‘Y-y-y-es, sounds good,’ I answered.

  'Great,’ Angelica said. ‘Now you can leave at anytime, but if you stay I don't want any back chat or questioning my methods. In fact, no questioning at all. Now stand for me,’ she bellowed, her breasts heaving up and down, ready to impose themselves upon any individual foolish enough to cross her path.

  I stood right where I was told to. Never daring to question her.

  'Good,’ She said, a commanding tone in her voice. ‘Now, take off all your clothes, and I mean all of them, and put them on the chair neatly. No mess. If I'm going to own you, I want to know exactly what I'm owning.'

  Without any hint of protest, I did as I was told.

  Angelica sat in the armchair, legs crossed and a secret smiled spread across her perfectly made up face.

  I started to undress.

  First I unbuttoned my shirt, then off came my shoes, socks and jeans, leaving only my briefs.

  ‘Keep going!’ Angelica said, pointing directly at my crotch.

  I stood motionless.

  Angelica rose and walked towards him and without any warning pulled my boxers to my ankles and told him to step out of them.

  'When I said everything off, I meant just that,’ She said, more than a little irritated. ‘Now, stand up straight. Shoulders back, head up and hands by your sides.’

  I felted so humiliated and exposed, standing there naked like that. In front of a woman who I'd only met no more than an hour ago.

  Slowly she walked around me, occasionally casually dragging her perfectly shaped finger nails across my body. As she returned to face me, she grabbed my hard dick.

  'Is that it?' she said mockingly, 'Is that all you've got? Well, either way, I own it now. This small cock, or should I say little worm, belongs to me now. Is that clear?'

  'Yes, Mistress,' I said, in shock, but turned on at the same time.

  'Yes Mistress what?' she thundered.

  'Yes Mistress, you own this little cock. I mean little worm,’ I blushed.

  'Look at it. Look at all this hair,’ she said, disgusted. ‘That will have to go of course. I want you trimmed. It's like a small cigar stub poking out. Ha ha ha. You like me abusing you, don't you?'

  'Yes Mistress,' I replied, my voice shaky.

  'There was no way you could deny it, it's all excited,’ She proclaimed. ‘Is that as big as it gets? It really is a little… tiny… tiny little worm. Cute, but at the end of the day, a tiny little worm. My tiny little worm.'

  And with that she slapped it so hard it bounced up and down for what seemed like an eternity.

  I felt a rush of humiliation and excitement that I had only dreamed of when visiting my dominatrix in the city, but this was different, this was real.

  'Do you like to play with it, Ed?’ She asked. ‘Stupid question really. Of course you do. Well, from now on I decide when and how you service yourself.’

  Her presence was so powerful around me. I could not help but be aroused by her.

  When my cock had stop bouncing around she gripped it once again.

  'I think you're a bit of a pervert actually,’ she stated, coldly but with a hint of mischief. ‘I saw you stealing looks at my chest. I'm your owner. Do you think that was appropriate behaviour?'

  'No Mistress ...I'm sorry,' I said, trying not to instinctively look her over again.

  'Oh look, your cheeks have gone all red,’ She laughed. ‘How cute you are. Embarrassed are we?'

  ‘Y-y-y-es, mistress,’ I spluttered.

  'Well, it's expected from little sluts like you,’ Angelica laughed. 'Some days you will do your chores, as you are now – naked. Some days I will have you wearing sexy girly underwear, and believe me I have quite the selection to choose from. It really depends on my mood. Any problems with that?’

  ’N-n-n-none whatsoever Mistress,' I said, trying to speak clearly and avoid annoying her any more than I had already.

  'Good. Now turn around and face the wall for a second,' She said in that seductively commanding voice of hers.

  Angelica pulled off the panties she was wearing and walked round to where I was facing and dangled them in front of my now fully out of control erection. They were a lovely lacy black pair with expensive looking pink trim.

  ’Now put these on,’ She said. ‘When you arrive next Monday, you are to be wearing them and I want them cleaned. Understand? Oh, and Edward, don't dare play with my tiny little worm. I’ll know if you have so don’t you dare go against my wishes.'

  'Yes Mistress,’ I said subserviently, totally under her control.

  **

  On Monday morning and having gathered all my belongs, I set off to the new chapter in my life.

  Having made the same train journey as I did for my first visit – remarkably I had sat in the same seat and even had the same train ticket collector – I stepped off the train and walked over the small open air bridge of the small train station and towards the taxi rank.

  I walked up to the nearest taxi and stated my address.

  The driver didn’t seem suspicious regarding the address, why would he?

  But I had previously been filled with paranoia that my new employer would be well known in the area, and anyone taking a taxi to her address would be immediately identified as being under her control.

  But, yes, this was paranoia and I got inside the taxi feeling relatively comfortable.

  The taxi was in good condition, a fairly new Mercedes with the usual associated luxuries that a prestige brand like this would come with.

  Mercifully, for I was never overly keen on talkative taxi drivers so was more than happy with the situation that occurred in this can whereby the driver seemed happy enough to focus my energies on driving rather than talking and spilling my guts about the latest news and current affairs items that I objected to or held a massively irrational opinion about.

  One thing that I did notice was that the driver was more often than not in br
each of the varying speed limits.

  Perhaps this was a driver who knew where all the speed cameras were, but it did seem like a bit of an odd risk to take given that the accumulation of points for speeding would surely affect not only my insurance premiums but also my livelihood should I receive a temporary ban from driving.

  Well, perhaps it was none of my business, but it did make me consider the risks that people took every day – risks that offered no real return other than getting somewhere a fraction quicker in this case.

  Was what I doing a risk?

  Certainly it was, but I instinctively felt that it was a risk worth taking.

  **

  I got out of the taxi at Angelica's house with my clothes and personal possessions in a small suitcase. I dressed casually in jeans and trainers and of course the pink panties given to him by Angelica.

  I felt myself tremble with anticipation as I handed over the cab fare.

  Angelica stood in the door wearing a tight white blouse and a black pencil skirt. She wasn't slim by any definition of the word, but it worked phenomenally well and she clearly revelled in her curvy body.

  'Good morning, Mistress,' I said.

  'So you are here and you are here on time,’ She said. ‘A good start, but let’s see,’ she continued, smiling mischievously. 'So, are you ready Edward? Ready to begin?'

  'Yes Mistress. I can't wait,' I said, telling the truth, but also trying to hide how nervous I was.

  'Well leave your belongings there,’ She said. ‘Enter and follow me.'

  'Yes Mistress,’ I said with no hesitation.

  I left my bags by the front door porch and entered the house, marvelling at her large bottom as I followed my new boss.