It was a delightful warm sunny morning with spring in the air and in my step as I stepped out of the employment exchange with an address in my hand. The girl behind the desk said she had arranged a job interview for me at a boarding school for girls, they wanted someone to do general duties and a bit of everything as and when needed, it has been on the books for a while she added so I think you will have a good chance of getting it.
Eventually I found the school tucked away in wooded grounds, I was now about an hour late for my appointment. Hoping that they will know how difficult it is to find them and accept my apologies for being late I press the buzzer at the heavy iron gates which slowly swing open and then shut before my crunching footsteps in the gravel lead me to the main door. I’m just about to strike the iron knocker against the solid oak door when it opens quickly and a young woman looks down on me with a look that cut me in two. Her appearance was unusual, her long raven hair was tied up, her nails were matched to her bright red lips, her black dress was high collar, long sleeved with a tight pencil skirt to her knees where it met with high stiletto heeled boots; both her dress and boots were highly polished leather !
“Come in” she said icily
I try to explain and apologise for my late arrival, my words did not have a warm reception.
“Second door on the right” I walked towards it with the feeling I had blown my chance of employment. Behind me the ice maiden opened a door and informed the occupant that they were needed in her office.
Once inside her room I scanned round, it was lined with shelves of old books, in front of me was a wooden desk with everything on it neatly laid out with military precision, there was no chair on my side of the desk so I stood watching her elegantly place herself into her leather padded chair, surprisingly it was done silently despite her dress and seat being leather, obviously they must be high quality not the creaking cheap leathers.
I heard another person enter the room behind me and close the door behind me and rather unusually lock it behind them. I took the opportunity to act positively “ I’m sorry Miss but you have the advantage over me, the employment office didn’t tell me your name”
Her icy glare melted slightly and I think I detected a slight smile too “ Yes I do have the advantage, I am the Head Mistress of this establishment everyone calls me The Mistress; everyone else is called ‘Mistress and their name’ “She gestures towards the other woman who had entered behind me, this is ‘Mistress Christine’ to you. “
All rather strange to me, the other woman the ‘Mistress Christine’ as she was to be called was also leather clad.
“Ah, yes this is a school, I remember at my school the teachers were all ‘Miss’ & ‘Sir’ . My name is Lewis, Mistress, the employment office sent me for interview for your vacancy”
“Yes, it has been hard to fill the post. I think what we will do is dispense with the interview and I will trust you are the right employee if you can trust I am the right employer for your”
She opens a drawer and lifts out a Contract of Employment and places it in front of me handing me a very stylish fountainpen. “If you would be so good as to sign the Contract and Mistress Christine and I will countersign that you voluntary agreed to the Contract, don’t worry about the Terms & Conditions part, it’s just standard stuff for a post like this.
She has really changed from the frosty person who opened the door, smiling now and a very seductive soft voice. I guess I’ve come across to them as the right person for the job. The general handyperson job is perfect for my skills; they seem nice despite my late arrival. I take the pen and sign the Contract before passing the pen
“Mistress Christine, will you sign confirming my signature” she swiftly does before passing to Mistress for her acceptance signature.
Mistress takes the form and peels of my copy and hands the master copy to Christine
“Will you put the Contract into the safe Mistress Christine dear, and bring our new girl her uniform”
I start laughing at being referred to as ‘new girl’
“I know it’s a girls school Mistress but I’m actually a man, I guess it’s an easy mistake since you are surrounded by girls and female staff”
Her ice face returned “I said girl because that is what you are – MY GIRL Didn’t you read the Contract for a MAID … MAID you agreed to and MAID you ARE now”
I looked at the Contract and as if anticipating my thoughts she added “Legislation wont let us advertise for a Handy Girl, it has to be Handy Person; all they girls who applied were not physical able to do the work, most are now students here and any man who read the Contract wouldn’t sign it – YOU SIGNED THE CONTRACT MAID GIRL!!”
Still stunned Christine returned with a box and placed it on the table.
Ice maiden continued “You are now the maid to the whole school, you will obey staff and students alike, if you are good they may call you by your new name, ‘louise’ but you will answer to anything they use to call you, including ‘bitch’. “
“Now lets get you into uniform and then we can deal with your late arrival”
Christine opens the box revealing a French Maid uniform with all the trimmings, it too made of leather
My throat is dry and has a huge lump, my head stunned and I stand there motionless and speechless as Christine opens a large cupboard revealing an array of ‘objects’ and adds
“Your Contract says we can use any means we choose to keep you in uniform, train you, and use you”
Before adding “Let’s start by getting into that uniform” pointing to it with a riding crop
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