Dansett House 01 - The interview

He knew it would be an interview unlike any other. Getting well paid domestic work in a large, well run, and cash rich estate was very difficult these days. Because there were so many applicants for each position that ever became available, the wealthy who lived in these mansions expected much higher standards now, and often they wanted their staff to be on call for almost anything, at anytime.

Some of them had some bizarre, or particular rules that the staff were expected to follow too. When they were paying top money for this type of staff, it was just expected.

Jack was a little nervous. He had been accepted for an interview at the Dansett Hall estate. He had obviously heard all of the industry gossip about this particular employer, and was as curious as he was anxious.

He had been waiting in the small room just off the main hallway for almost thirty minutes before the cute petite maid with the dark bob cut hairstyle and blood red lipstick had arrived to tell him that his interview was now to start. She led him along a side corridor that ended at a plain, but heavy looking oak door. She knocked lightly and awaited a response.

'Come'

The female voice from the room the other side of the door sounded stern, but not oppressive. The maid opened the door, and led Jack inside. The carpet was a rich burgundy colour, and was deep pile. Very expensive he thought. There was a large mahogany desk in front of him, with large french doors open behind it. Between the doors and the desk sat a gorgeous redhead who he took to be the woman in charge of running the house as she was wearing a sort of uniform that seemed halfway between the maid's outfit, and a business suit. It consisted of a black tight fitting skirt, and a slightly off white silk or satin blouse that fitted very well, and over this she wore a dark grey coloured short blazer type jacket. She had very pale skin. He looked around the room as he stood in front of the desk. There was another maid standing beside the door that they had just entered through. She was a little taller than the brunette that had brought him in, but was just as slim and elegant looking in her immaculate grey uniform and gloss black heels.

'My name is Angela, and I am conducting the interviews for the position today. How was your trip here?'

'Fine thanks, though the walk from the main road up the drive was a little long, there is a lot of parkland around the estate.'

'Yes there is, the family likes it's privacy. I have already taken a look at your credentials, and been in touch with your referees, and everything looks to be in order. In fact I was pleased to get the application from you. I have heard good things about you from my sources, and was hoping that you might apply. We are very fussy about our household staff, as I'm sure you are aware.'

'Err, yes, I have heard that.' Replied Jack carefully.

'Did you read the documents that I sent you yesterday?' asked Angela looking Jack directly in the eye.

'Yes, I did. You have some particular rules here I noted.'

She smiled slightly, 'Yes, we do. But those rules make for a happy household, and more importantly, happy masters. You are aware that the rules apply to all of the staff?'

'Yes' he replied, suddenly remembering that the maid was still standing by the door listening to the conversation.

Angela slowly rose from the chair behind the desk, and walked around to stand in front of Jack. She leant back a little against the edge of the desktop.

'Okay Jack, a little test for you. What colour knickers are the female staff allowed to wear?'

Jack swallowed slowly. He knew the answer, but couldn't believe he was actually going to say it out loud. 'The female staff aren't allowed to wear any knickers, unless requested to do so by management, or the owners of the house, or for medical reasons,'

'Very good Jack. How do we discipline staff who misbehave?'

Again, Jack hesitated, but a little less than before, after all, the maid in the room would already know all of the rules so he shouldn't feel embarrassed should he?

'There is a set of stocks in the lower basement, that the owners or management may place a member of staff into for a period of no more than two hours. During that time, any other member of staff may humiliate, deride or reprimand the person being disciplined as long as no physical injury occurs.'

Angela sounded impressed with the fullness of his answers. 'Very good, you are certainly one for the details aren't you? Ok, now that I am satisfied that you know your job, and probably all of the rules, I have one more test for you. This is Claire.'

Angela gestured towards the maid that had been standing silently by the door. As she did so, the maid elegantly walked over to stand beside Jack. She was quite striking in her appearance now that he could appreciate her close up, with shoulder length dark hair and beautiful dark eyes to match. Again there was the striking red lipstick, though a slightly darker shade than the first maid had been wearing. He turned back to Angela, who he now noted only wore a pale pink lipstick which was barely noticeable. Jack was starting to feel much more relaxed by this time, and was rapidly becoming more comfortable with the whole interview process, in that there seemed to be no process, just a very casual chat between him and this manageress.

'Now, Jack, I have to administer one last test to ensure that you are definitely suitable for this household to take on. How long ago did you last have sex?'

The question seemed to slap him in a way that left him momentarily speechless. And just when he thought that the whole thing was going so well too.

'Erm, sorry?' he stammered.

'When did you last have sex?' she repeated.

His mind rapidly reversed through his previous couple of weeks. 'Well, not since about this time last week I think, but I'm not one hundred percent sure which day, why?'

'Well, we just like to take everything into account when we see the results, that's all. Don't worry, Claire will help you.' With that, Angela took hold of the front of Claire's crisp white blouse and tore it open, exposing a nice firm pair of perky rounded breasts. She then glanced at Claire who proceeded to drop to her knees in front of Jack. She deftly started to undo his belt, followed by his trousers.

Jack was now pretty sure what would be coming next as he looked down at the maid. She glanced up at him just as she took his rapidly stiffening cock between those luscious lips. He looked at Angela while the maid began to move her head back and forth along his shaft. 'Wow.' Was all he could say.

Angela smiled at him. 'We always like to know just how well the staff can perform, and master Christopher and mistress Helena do have standards you know.'

Claire was now gently holding Jack's thighs while she rammed his cock in and out of her mouth, her breasts swaying gently. She seemed to be enjoying herself, and at the same time eager to complete the task she had been given. Several minutes passed.

'That's a nice cock you have there Jack.' Said Angela, 'I think it'll fit in nicely, if you'll excuse the pun.'

Jack wasn't really listening too well by this time, as he was nearing the point of no return. Angela noticed this too.

'Now then Jack, much as you might like to fill Claire's mouth with your load, we really do need to see how you perform, so I'd like you to cum all over those nice tits of hers for me.' Claire looked up at Jack just as he pushed her head slightly away from him. His cock popped free from her mouth as he erupted all over her lips and chin. She kept pumping his cock with her hand, and he continued to cover her breasts with quite a large amount of cum. He watched, satisfied as his load began to slide down between her breasts and disappear into the lower part of the blouse, making a wet mark as it did so. After a few more seconds of gentle stroking, she stopped and slowly stood up.

'Well, well, that was indeed quite impressive Jack.' Said Angela, still leaning against the desktop. 'You can put yourself away now.'

Jack began to tidy himself up. As he did so, Angela turned and pressed a blue coloured button next to the phone on the desk. Within ten seconds, the door to the room opened again, and in walked a young man in smart black trousers and a crisp grey shirt. He was as immaculately presented as Claire had been earlier.

'Gregory, would you please take Claire outside onto the patio and give her a reward for helping me this afternoon? Thank you.'

Gregory gave a brief nod, and then walked briskly over to Claire. He took her firmly by the arm and led her roughly around the desk and out through the french doors to the large patio area outside. Her blouse still open all the way to her skirt top, it now billowed in the outdoor breeze and let her breasts swing freely. He marched her over to a low wooden table and brusquely turned her to face it and the parkland beside the house. He then pushed her roughly against it, and bent her forward over it's rough wooden planked top. She grabbed hold of the sides of the table as he forcefully gripped the bottom of her short skirt and yanked it upwards, over the roundness of her pert bottom. He pushed her down hard onto the table's surface and held her there as he undid his own belt and trousers. Once they were around his knees, and his cock was free, he began to spank her gorgeous arse with his free hand vigorously. Soon it was becoming redder, and she was starting to find it difficult not to make any noises. After a couple of minutes of this, she had given up and was letting out low moans and little screams.

Jack turned to Angela, who was studying Jack, not what was happening outside.

'That's a reward?' he asked incredulously.

'Oh, don't worry about Claire, she likes it that way. I see that you quite like it too.'

Jack followed her gaze down to his trousers to see that he had a definite bulge reforming at the front. He looked back outside, just as Gregory rammed his hard shaft into Claire from behind with her still bent over the table. Her breasts now swinging back and forth across the surface, her nipples grazing the rough timber sending waves of delight through her body as she was slowly but firmly pounded from behind. Another minute later, Gregory took hold of her hair and pulled her backwards, arching her back towards him, forcibly impaling her onto his stiff cock. He let out a long low moan as he fired his load into her. She gripped the edge of the table even harder as she too came with a scream of release.

Gregory stood away from her, gathered himself together and turned back towards the room. He walked through the doors, past Angela and Jack without even glancing in their direction and left the room as quietly as he had entered.

Claire was still laying across the table panting heavily, seemingly unable to stand up just yet. Her shoes shone in the sunlight, and those legs looked magnificent.

Angela again interrupted Jack's thoughts. 'Now then Jack, you have the job, beginning immediately. You will be shown your room, and have the rest of today to get comfy. You will have a week of leniency to get used to things, but I'd like to see you in here again tomorrow morning at nine o'clock as I would like to go over a few of your details myself.' It was a matter of fact statement, with no humour at all, but Jack knew exactly what she meant.

As he walked out of the room to the awaiting brunette who had shown him in, he wondered just how lucky he was!

She led him down through the passageways that wound around the mansion like the roots of a giant tree, passing many small and not so small rooms that contained a variety of other staff busy doing other jobs. Almost all of them were as smartly dressed as he had already seen. The only people that might have been seen as a little less well dressed were those working in the large, but very modern kitchens. But even they looked professional in their whites and aprons. Just after they had passed the kitchens entrance, the floor became carpeted, and Jack noticed how much quieter it became.

As she led him along the corridor, Jack turned to the brunette. 'Looks like everyone is happy here, is that for real?'

She smiled as she answered. 'Oh yes, the work is pretty much the same as any other household of this size or type, but the benefits are extremely good. The pay is above anything else you will find and they even have a great pension scheme for the staff. Full use of the gym or pool, at anytime if it's not being used by the owners or their guests, and the same for the cinema. There's also a couple of spare cars for the staff's use.'

'Wow, that is good. What's that noise?'

She whispered in reply.

'Someone must be in the stocks, we're just coming to them round the next corner, you are allowed to look if you want to, if the curtain isn't drawn across.'

As they rounded the slight curve in the passageway, the way ahead continued, but to the right hand side it opened out into a larger space. Now Jack could see where the noise was coming from. On one of the walls there was a large wooden X-shaped diagonal cross. It had metal rings attached at the ends of each beam. In the middle of the space there was a short square wooden post sticking up from the floor about two feet in height, this also had metal rings attached to it. Beside this there was a standard set of stocks - just like you see in old historical movies. The sound that had been drifting down the passageway was now revealed. To the right hand side of the space, there was a low, stout wooden chair with a slightly scruffy looking man sitting on it. He appeared to be a gardener or groundsman of some sort judging by his attire.

Bent over across his lap was a woman who appeared to be around forty years of age. She had long blonde hair, and was blindfolded, her wrists were bound behind her by a velcro strap. She too was smartly dressed, with a silk blouse of pale blue, and a neat, short grey pencil skirt which had been lifted up a fair bit revealing black stocking tops. Her knees were on the floor due to the chair being low, and a pair of lacy French style knickers were around her ankles just above her light grey suede heels.

The maid leaned towards Jack and whispered in his ear.

'That's the Librarian, and he's one of the parkland staff. The blindfold is mandatory when in here, so that discipline can be anonymous if required.'

Jack continued to take in the scene before him. The gardener had his hand up the woman's skirt and was working a vibrator against her while his other hand restrained her across his lap. Jack noticed that she was also gagged, and that she was desperately writhing under the sensational onslaught. There were a couple of small marks on the carpet where she had been drooling uncontrollably. A low continuous moan came from her in a tone that almost matched the hum of the vibrator. Her eyes were open, but she didn't seem able to focus on anything much!

The maid nudged Jack, and they continued along quietly. His mind was still trying to take everything in. After three more corners, they came to a section where there was a row of doors with numbers on them.

'The first one here on the left is yours, number seven.' She handed him a key. 'This is the only key in circulation, so try not to lose it. If you do, Lady Dansett has the only spare, and she will not be pleased. Breakfast for the staff is in shifts, and you get the later one to start with, eight until nine. There is a dining room for us attached to the kitchens. Questions?'

'Umm, yes. How do I find my way around, and what's your name please? He asked.

She smiled, 'It's Julie, and you can just wander around for the rest of the day, just make sure you wear the badge that is on your bedside table when you do, so that everyone knows you are new.' Then she turned and walked away quietly. He admired her lovely shaped bottom as it wiggled down the corridor and out of sight.

After the first two weeks, Jack was getting to know how things worked around the place, and was now feeling more comfortable with his new employment. He had witnessed a couple of strange things in that time, but was now not fazed too much by what he saw. He had also learned that discipline was meted out only by Angela, or the owners, and that they could also decide who dished it out.

On the following Sunday morning it was his turn to be part of the waking pair. He was ready and standing outside his room when Louisa, one of the other maids appeared from the direction of her room.

'Ready Jack?' she asked as she approached.

'I think so, it'll be another first.'

'Did you receive any instructions last night?' she asked.

He looked puzzled. 'No, what kind of instructions?'

'Never mind, come on, we don't want to be late.'

Ten minutes later they were both entering the master bedroom as quietly as possible. They made their way over to the bed in which Christopher and Helena were sleeping. It was almost eight o'clock. Jack walked around to Helena's side of the bed, and took up his position calmly. Louisa slowly approached the opposite side and gently sat down on the edge of the bed. Jack looked at her, confused. She put her finger to her lips motioning him to keep quiet. She then carefully reached under the duvet, and searched for the master's manhood. She began to stroke him slowly. As he began to wake, Louisa gently placed the fingers of her free hand over his mouth to ensure that he did not make any noise to wake his wife just yet. She continued to stroke his now stiff cock as he became fully conscious. He smiled and reached out to her. He methodically undid the buttons of her workdress from the top downwards. He then slid his hand into the opening and caressed her left breast, pinching the nipple lightly. Jack looked on, not moving, or making a single sound, trying to become invisible in view of what was taking place across the bed. After several more quiet, but intimate minutes of Louisa's stroking, the master's breathing became a little more laboured. She had taken her hand from his mouth by now, and was concentrating on her efforts. She stroked him faster now, building his ecstasy.

Jack looked down at Helena who was still breathing serenely. He noticed that she wore fine silk pyjamas to bed. Her husband apparently wore nothing.

Louisa was now getting very close to her goal, and did not ease up at all. She looked his lordship in the eye just as he exploded his load all over her hand, still under the duvet. He rested for a minute, her hand still in his lap before he leaned towards her, smiled and whispered 'I think I am ready for a shower now'. Louisa pulled back the covers, and led him quietly towards their large en-suite bathroom. The door closed silently behind them.

Jack was still standing silently when he heard the soft voice from the bed.

'Don't worry, I am actually awake.'

He looked down. Her eyes were still closed.

'Are you Jack, the new one?' her ladyship asked.

'Yes I am, can I get you anything?'

Lady Helena opened her eyes and sat a little more upright against her pillows.

'I arranged what you just saw.' She said matter of factly. 'It's a small start to our anniversary which is today. Just like I arranged for him to fuck my best friend on the morning of our wedding as a pre-wedding gift. He still doesn't know I was responsible for that.'

Jack was again a little lost for words.

'And since he is now enjoying a nice long shower with Louisa, I think I'd like a little fun myself. I've heard from Angela that you have a nice cock, so let's have a look shall we?'

She reached out and began to unzip his trousers and belt, releasing his now quite eager member. 'Hmmm, that really is quite nice.' She purred.

She then began to undo the buttons down the front of her silk pyjamas, letting them fall open to reveal a pair of beautifully shaped and quite pert breasts. She gave him a sultry look.

'It seems that my husband has left me all alone in this bed, so I'd like you to take his place.' She patted the empty portion of the bed beside her.

Jack hesitated briefly.

'I am the lady of the house, remember?' she reminded him with a smile.

He quickly removed his clothes, but still remained standing beside her.

She could tell that he was unsure of whether or not to get into the bed in place of his lordship.

'It's perfectly ok, I am instructing you. I want my husband to come back from the bathroom and see me either laying here covered in cum from that lovely cock of yours, or for him to see me getting fucked silly by you. We are known to tease each other like that from time to time as you will discover. So which is it to be? You can treat me as roughly as you like, I quite like that when I'm in the mood.'

Even though she had only been awake for a short while, Jack still thought that she looked eminently fuckable, so asked; 'And are you in the mood?'

She just smiled in a very sexy way that told Jack all he needed to know.

He reached down and pulled back the duvet, exposing Helena completely. It turned out that she only wore the top half of the pyjamas to sleep in. Her slender legs now fully on show for Jack to admire, he ran his hand along her calf, over her knee, and up the inside of her thigh, tracing a wavy line with his finger. As he neared the top of her leg, she slowly opened them to reveal that she was completely shaved. He ran his fingers over her lightly. Her eyes closed briefly and she held her breath as a fire began within.

'So, what should I do with such a tease?' he smirked.

'Well, Angela tells me that you do manage to produce a more than satisfactory result should you wish to take things into your own hands, and Claire does want to thank you for the reward that she received too. Why don't you just do whatever you feel like - I told you that I'm in the mood for almost anything.'

Jack was sitting on the bed beside her now, his cock as stiff as a scaffolding pole. 'Ok' he simply said, as he took hold of her delicate ankles and spun her around so that her head was now near to the edge of the bed. He then stood and leant over her, taking an ankle in each hand and spreading her legs as far apart as his reach allowed. She let her head fall back, draping her long auburn hair over the side of the bed, almost reaching the floor. He then lowered himself down enough to be able to kiss her growing wetness. His tongue began to work up and down, eliciting moans from Helena. After a few seconds, he slowly pushed himself towards her, and cutting off her moans, he pushed his pole into her mouth, gently filling her throat as far as he dared. As he stopped, she reached up behind his legs and pressed against his pert behind, forcing him even deeper into her throat. She held him there for a while, running her tongue around his shaft as best she could until the need to breathe fully took over. She withdrew him, to take a breath, then forced him back once more. This not only surprised Jack, but turned him on even more. He renewed his tongue lashing with even greater vigour.

This continued for five minutes or so until Jack decided that he wanted more. He pulled himself from her, sprang onto the bed and turned Helena over - all before she could protest in the slightest. He took hold of both her wrists, and pulled her arms together behind her back with one hand, while roughly taking hold of a large amount of her hair with the other. He pulled her head back towards him as he deftly thrust himself into her. She gasped loudly as he pumped her relentlessly. Her breathing now becoming ragged and impatient. He pushed her legs further apart with his own as the desire to impale her as deeply as possible overwhelmed him. She was now facing the corner of the room where the bathroom door was situated, and Jack was hoping the door would open very soon, as he was getting near to the end.

A couple of seconds after the thought had crossed his mind, the Limed Oak door did indeed open, appearing almost in slow motion to Jack as he continued his efforts. Christopher came into view wearing just a white towel wrapped around his waist. Louisa was nowhere to be seen. He stopped just as his eyes managed to take in the view before him. Helena, her head held up by a handful of her hair was just reaching her orgasm, and with eyes wide, she looked at Christopher as she let out a sound that seemed almost animal. Jack thrust into her one last time with all the might that he had left, and then quickly pulling himself from her, he let her head drop to the bed as he sprayed his load all over her perfectly rounded arse, and up her back. She sprawled forwards, her arms now free to hang over the sides of the bed, her legs still spread wide. Her eyes closed, savouring the warmth that had now taken her over entirely, she took long, deep gulps of air to calm herself. The grin on her face looked like a new permanent fixture.

'Well done my good man.' Grinned Christopher. 'That looks like a success to me. Happy Anniversary my darling. Anyone for breakfast?'