A Suitable Position Chapter 3

A Suitable Position Chapter 3 is below, might bit a bit slow for some tastes but hopefully readers will like it.

Thanks for all the positive comments. Re-read it for typos and obvious errors I think I got them all- if not apologies -  but there seems to be some issues around the UK vs American English , hopefully that's all it is.

Chapter 3

The (In)Dignity of Labour.

Robert Kilcoyne had to spend a further thirty excruciating minutes in the company of his persecutors  drinking what was supposed to be a relaxing cup of cocoa while dressed in the most hideous feminine nightwear before finally been given permission to retire for the night. Much as he tried to restore some semblance of masculinity, tottering in the unfamiliar heeled slippers towards his bedroom made this impossible and he almost tripped as his feet got caught in his overlong and extremely wide satin pyjama pants causing him to stumble slightly. He knew the only way to negotiate the way to his destination was to lift the material of the pants and dressing gown in the effeminate way he was shown by Greta and as he reluctantly did so allowing him to self- consciously mince his way to the door. Finally he reached his new bedroom and despite the promise to himself not to look at the lettering on the door his eyes were drawn to the bold Germanic script – Unter-HausMadchen - no translation was necessary, he was now occupying the under housemaid’s bedroom. He reflected ruefully on the situation he had found himself in,

The Houseboy sleeping in the Housemaid’s bed and forced to wear female nightwear –  his mistress’s satin pyjamas. The horrible thought raced through his mind as he opened the door.

He scolded himself for referring to Frau Kirchen as his mistress but the title seemed to have seeped into his brain by osmosis and like an ear or music worm he was unable to rid himself of it. Still holding his new nightwear in the girlish fashion required, he crossed the bedroom floor and caught his reflection in the large floor length dressing mirror and unwilling as he was to admit it he knew the cut of the pyjamas and dressing gown served only to enhance his breasts giving him the feminine figure he had striven so hard to conceal. Now that he’d had a few moments alone he reflected on the conversation they just had, he didn’t know how she did it but Frau Kirchen seemed to extract from him every bit of information about his past without him realising it. Both she and Greta appeared to show great empathy regarding his unfortunate condition and as he took this as a softening in their attitude, he had attempted once more to change their minds about having to wear such girly clothes but was rebuked quite sternly and in fact he wound up apologising for his ingratitude at receiving such a generous gift of delicate and expensive nightwear from his mistress. However now that he was alone and free from their prying eyes the urge to discard the unmanly satin pyjamas grew but the thought was dismissed as he quickly recalled he had been told in no uncertain terms that to do so would be considered a serious infraction of Madam’s regulations. He was unsure what dissuaded him from doing so, perhaps it was because he seemed so vulnerable dressed as he was or maybe it was the way in which she looked into his eyes almost as if she could read his mind and he also had to consider was Greta really joking when she laughed and said she would check on him during the night.

No, he decided the real reason was – and he shivered slightly when he recalled it - was the mistress’s words “naturally any breach of this rule would lead to a severe disciplining”. Rationality told him they could not possibly know if he were to divest himself of the satin garment and he really didn’t think Greta would check him but by now his usual composure had ebbed away leaving him feeling decidedly insecure and if he was honest with himself a little weak willed. Whatever the reason he did not want to chance defying his new employer and potentially risk the punishment, no it was not worth the gamble he decided. He resigned himself to remaining in the womanly clothing for the night and despite his loathing of his new attire he could not help notice how soft and delicate to the touch they were, sitting on the satin quilted bed he got the same sensation from that material also. The thought of having to spend the night enveloped in this soft and most feminine of materials was almost too much for any man to bear but he was left with no choice. He decided to rise early in the morning for work and then he could justifiably rid himself of the ghastly garments, he consoled himself with the thought of how liberating it would feel to pull on a pair of men’s trousers once more. He removed the dressing gown and placed it on the padded velvet ottoman at the foot of the bed and touching the heavy satin quilt once more  shivered at the sensation of the delicate and smooth fabric, he pulled it back and climbed between the extra fine cotton sheets settled his head on the oversized frilled satin  pillows and closed his eyes trying desperately to block out the feel of the sensuous material against his body but knew it was impossible with even the slightest movement the satin caressed his  now highly sensitive breasts and he could already feel his nipples enlarge soon to be followed by his soft but ever hardening penis. He knew sleep would not come easily.

Greta was surprised to find him busy in the kitchen when she wandered in still half asleep dressed in a midnight blue silk kimono robe over a matching full length nightgown.

“My, don’t you do look different from the last time I saw you” she said noting his reversion to male clothes.

I just want to get started as early as possible” he lied but strongly suspected she would be aware of the real reason.

“Trying to make a good impression eh?” Greta said mockingly “no need. Madam was very impressed and you did look very attractive.”

Robert blushed at the thought of the previous night.

“I’ll get going” he said picking up the list of duties that Greta had discussed with him during their dinner the previous evening and left hastily.

Greta watched him scurry out the back door and smiled. She poured herself a cup of coffee sat at the table and mused about the previous night. Frau Kirchen’s rules and regulations were outrageous she should know, she herself was a victim and although she had realised when the contract was signed there would be some penalty if she decided to terminate her employment without the required three months’ notice, she certainly did not expect the price to pay would be to work the rest of her contract as a housemaid. It was so humiliating but having seen first-hand  the powerful women Frau Kirchen had as friends she knew the threat to ruin, even imprison her was not an idle one. Greta found it hard at first to adapt to her new role, she particularly hated wearing a maid’s uniform and found it demeaning having to curtsy so it was a pleasant change not to mention more than a little arousing to see someone else being humiliated. She had to admit that participating in dressing the arrogant boy in the mistress’s pyjamas and dressing gown was enjoyable and discovering those breasts was quite something else, strangely enough it made him even more attractive and she would have entered his room only Madam had warned her off on pain of severe punishment. She’d pondered that for a while and thought she recalled her employer’s breathing quicken as they dressed him in the satin pyjamas, perhaps he may become the focus of Madam’s attention from now on and she may be able to use that to her own advantage. Greta felt she had to do something quickly as despite her best efforts at resisting her employer’s ridiculous and petty rules she seemed to be slowly sliding into a servile disposition and had even begun unconsciously referring to Frau Kirchen as “Madam” or “the Mistress”. It was undoubtedly Madam’s constant reminding her to do so as well as answering telephone calls from Frau Kirchen’s friends who always insisted on referring to her employer as “your Mistress”. It was certainly having a demoralising effect and she shuddered at the thought that she could become compliant, so meek and pliable that eventually she may lose all her confidence and heaven forbid end up institutionalised as her maid. She wasn’t sure why or how but she had a strong feeling that somehow this boy may hold the key to her finally leaving Madam’s service legitimately and she would have to conceive a plan towards that very goal. Looking at the clock she hurried herself and said out loud

“The mistress will want her breakfast shortly I’d better hurry and shower. Shit! I said it again.”

Rozamund Kirchen woke at the sound of the soft knock at her bedroom door.

“Enter” she called out stretching out her arms barely noticing her breasts had momentarily escaped from the confines of the lace bra top of her powder blue chiffon nightgown.

She repositioned them as she watched the maid  making her way to her king size mahogany bed, covered as all of the beds, servants as well as guests, were in a rich silk-satin matching the quilting in the large headboard. The room itself was Art Deco in style decorated in contrasting cream and rich burgundy colours the same shade as the bed linen. Large easy chairs either occupied either side of the large bay window, a Ruhlmann dressing table with a triptych mirror sat several metres opposite the bed, exquisite Impressionist and Cubist art hung from the walls, the most exquisite Egyptian and Byzantine figurines were dotted around the room, Greta had long ago come to the conclusion they had to be valued in millions. It was the most sumptuous bedroom the maid had ever been in and being in the presence of so much fine art almost made the humiliating nature of her position bearable.

“Your breakfast, Madam.” Greta said placing the tray in front of her mistress who leaned forward allowing her maid to plump her pillows. The maid conscious that she had been warned several times already this week bobbed a curtsy before going to the windows to draw the curtains,failure to perform this display of subservience would trigger a punishment paddling, something she had no wish to endure again Her mistress watched her as she went about her task and thought to herself

Yes I believe the girl is finally accepting her place as my maid and not before time too – it’s so tedious having to train these girls properly and so difficult to find suitable girls, despite the salary on offer. For some reason they seem to dislike the very idea of domestic service no doubt they probably feel it is beneath them. What one should really have to start with is a blank canvas -a girl I could mould into a perfect domestic servant, perhaps even train as my lady’s maid. I really thought that last one had the potential but the silly girl had other ideas. I’m sure she regrets it now. It was after all the reason I was forced to advertise for a houseboy although I’ve never had one before but I’ve heard younger, immature males may be easier to handle, just a pity he’s not a girl I feel he could easily be broken in as a maid. Ah yes! The servant problem – our class’s never ending problem, oh well the trials of modern life I suppose.

She broke off from her thoughts as she realised Greta had been gazing out the window for several moments and wondered what had caught her attention.

“What on earth are you looking at girl” she called to the maid.

“I was just watching Robert Madam, he appears to be having some difficulty” Greta answered as she watched the young man struggle with a medium sized log much to the amusement of  a number of large figures in stripped work clothes, as they made light work of timber three times the size of his load.

Frau Kirchen got out of bed, put on her chiffon peignoir and slippers and joined her maid at the window. The boy was indeed the object of derision and she could hear their raucous laughter even from this remove, Greta could see that Madam wasn’t the least bit impressed.

“The women are from the local penitentiary” she explained in a clam voice still observing the scene but not looking at Greta “and as a favour to my friend the Deputy Prime Minister, Baroness Lesbanhoff, who is extremely interested in the reform of female prisoners, I agreed to have several inmates do some work around the garden but I will not have them ridicule my staff.”

Even though there was no real visible sign of annoyance in her face Greta having spent several months in her service was acutely aware that this had indeed angered her, she issued instruction to her maid.

“Go down there and tell the guard in a loud voice that the prisoners will hear that unless they stop this behaviour immediately and apologise to the boy they will be in chains for a month and the guard will be washing toilets for a year.”

Greta was shocked, she knew her employer had influential friends but hadn’t realised just how powerful she herself was. If she could do this to these prisoners for such a trivial matter Greta hated to think what damage she could inflict on her. She made a mental note not to get on the bad side of her mistress from now on, before leaving her presence she was careful to give a respectful curtsy. Frau Kirchen still deep in thought mused out loud,

“And after they have apologised take him to his room and I will meet you there I think I may have made an error in allowing him to work outside he seems far too delicate for such manual work. Perhaps he may be better suited to more domestic duties.”

“I think that’s an excellent idea Madam” Greta enthused “and with the extra visitors to the house in the months since you’ve returned the help would be most welcome.”

“Yes I suppose so” her mistress absentmindedly conceded before dismissing her “well run along girl.”

The maid gave another curtsy and within minutes Greta had rescued Robert and delivered her mistress’s warning which she noticed was received in horrified silence, broken only by profuse apologies from the prisoners and their guard. There was no doubt that the boy was grateful to have been recused but pride prevented him from admitting it, however like Greta the disturbing effect of Frau Kirchen’s message on the prisoners was not lost on him and only further emphasised the extent of her power and influence. It was abundantly clear she was not someone to be trifled with, so silently and somewhat sheepishly he followed Greta who had said nothing apart from issuing the instruction that Madam wished to see him. He wondered if perhaps he was to be released from his contract which would no doubt result in losing the money for his operation but at least he would not have to put up with the petty humiliations of the previous night.

When Greta opened the door of his room Frau Kirchen was already there and from her face and body language he could see she was not at all pleased.

“It’s quite clear that you are not exactly suited to manual labour” she began and much as he wished to cite extenuating circumstances he immediately understood that perhaps this was not the best time to do so, her eyes surveyed the room and she continued “and from the evidence I see here your housekeeping skills are not up to much either but at least it is less physically taxing and I’m sure given the proper training you will make a better job of it than working outside.

He looked around and had to admit that in his haste to get dressed and out of the clutches of both these overbearing women he had emptied his rucksack and discarded the few pieces of clothing he had leaving the room in a state of untidiness but he thought it wasn’t  that bad. She moved around the room with a look of disdain, lifting a lone sock  between her fingers before moving towards the bed and suddenly his blood ran cold. She picked up his or more correctly her satin pyjama pants and examined it.

“I see we’ve had a little accident” she said as if speaking to a five year old holding up the sperm stained garment for him to examine while Greta moved closer.

“I …em….aaah …..” he blabbered unable to explain adequately the nocturnal emission he forgotten he’s had, “ I’m so sorry Madam I.. I…didn’t…couldn’t….”

He was close to tears when Frau Kirchen intervened in a soft and conciliatory voice

“It’s alright dear boy these little things happen at your age, I suppose young males are not used to the sensuous sensations of such soft and delicate fabrics against their skin. My fault I suppose I should have known better and taken precautions, but never mind I’m sure we’ve all learnt a valuable lesson and will take steps to ensure it doesn’t happen again. Isn’t that so?”

“Yes Madam” he murmured not sure what she meant but was so grateful that she had forgiven his indiscretion he thought it may be rude to seek clarification and added “thank you Madam.”

At least I’ll get to sleep naked tonight so that won’t happen again he thought

“Good, then we’ll say no more about it.” she said smiling “you can hand wash these later and I’ll have Greta replace them with and identical set but… in the most gorgeous shade of lilac. I’m sure you’ll just adore them.”

He groaned inside at the thought of being put into these horrible clothes again and what if it happened once more.

“But it may happen again Madam” Greta said alerting her mistress to the obvious.

“Yes I know that’s why you will also fetch one of my high waisted girdles, they usually keep everything in place.”

“An excellent idea Madam” Greta enthused, a sly grin spreading across her face as Frau Kirchen once more faced the boy.

Did I hear that correctly, a high waisted girdle – is that what I think it is, she’s got to be joking she’d never do that  – he said to himself –  but now’s not the time to start asking awkward questions.

These disturbing thoughts were interrupted as she continued apace.

“Now that’s settled, back to the business at hand, as I’ve said outside work is now out of the question so you will assist Greta with housework and as such you will need a proper uniform and from what I see of the contents of your  ..ahem…. luggage, you have nothing remotely suitable for working indoors as my houseboy. So I think these will do until we can get you a proper uniform.”

She pointed to the bed where she had laid out his new “uniform”, which consisted of a pair of light grey palazzo pants, matching shoes with a two inch heel and a  white linen blouse with a grey Peter Pan collar, he cringed when he saw the ensemble but considering his current circumstances knew he had little option but to wear it and even worse accept he would now be working in this new humiliating capacity - her houseboy. Any notion he had that he would be left alone to undress and put these horrible clothes on were soon dispelled.

“Well get on with it” Madam said somewhat impatiently and pointing to the dressing screen.

Behind the screen he had difficulty in zipping up the pants as the zipper was at the back in that peculiarly feminine style, he felt they were at least one size too small and was unable to close it properly, but even worse was when he checked himself in the mirror he realised his breasts were quiet noticeable and practically indistinguishable from the female version. Despite both women being already aware of this he was reluctant to emerge from the behind the screen but had no choice when he heard Greta’s voice demand his presence.

“Yes I thought there would be that problem” Madam commented matter of factly as she inspected the now increasingly embarrassed youth, Greta nodded her agreement acknowledging the small but clearly visible protruding mounds of soft flesh.

“Take of your blouse we will have to do something about that  we really don’t want to have your manly charms on display, now do we?” she ordered.

Robert hesitated and felt that the humiliation of wearing Madam’s clothes was bad enough without having to reveal his unmanly chest once more.

“Very well if you want to go about showing off those pert breasts I have no problem, I’m sure my guests will find it amusing.” she said.

He knew that would be intolerable and without further prompting he unbuttoned the blouse and suddenly felt extremely vulnerable as he noticed both women eyes widen at the sight of his mammary glands . It was probably twenty seconds before Frau Kirchen broke the silence but to Robert it felt like twenty minutes.

“Here put this on” she finally uttered in a faltering voice and handed him an off white ivory silk camisole with a lace v-neck.

Not wishing to expose himself longer than necessary he quickly and without protest took the smooth and dainty garment instantly slipping it over his head, his skin reacquainting itself with the softness of the material then tugged it into place, despite the obvious feminine nature of it he was relieved just to cover his breasts. Greta stepped forward and adjusted the straps and he felt she took a little longer than was necessary to settle his breasts into position.

“Now try the blouse again” Madam ordered and he wasted no time in obeying wishing to cover the piece of lingerie as quickly as he could.

“Not ideal but… yes, much better.” she said standing back, nodding her approval and turned to pick up something “now those pants seem a tad small, why you can’t even close the zipper but not to worry once you’re wearing this it will fit perfectly.”

He was visibly shocked at the sight of the white formidable garment she held out in front of her. He knew what it was immediately as he had often had to handle such things when his aunts’ maid was indisposed and shuddered at the thought of having to wear yet another item of women’s clothing- and such an intimate one at that. This really was a step too far and in the few moments it was taking for him to gather what little courage he had to flatly refuse this outrageous request she turned to Greta and said

“Oh by the way Greta, you did tell those awful prisoners that they would be in chains for a month. I cannot abide insubordination. I really should have them flogged for bullying this dear boy, I will speak to the Baroness this evening about them.”

A chill ran down his spine with all that had happened in the last hour he had almost forgotten the look of fear in the female prisoners’ eyes when Greta delivered the mistress’s message, he actually several of them quake with fear. He was still recalling this when his thoughts were interrupted by a shrill voice.

“Are you going to put this on or not” Madam snapped

The risk is far too high, he thought no knowing what she’ll do if I refuse.

He meekly took the abhorrent item and nodded his acceptance recognising it as a similar style that his aunts wore, satin panels front and rear with stiff nylon at the sides. There was an extremely firm elasticated belt like effect about four inches deep at the top of it with a small satin bow at the apex of the satin panel.

“Good now that’s settled run along and change behind the screen there’s a good girl” Madam chirped, her mood having improved since he accepted the girdle without out any obvious resistance and resigned to his fate he timidly obeyed her and turned to head for the screen. However she wasn’t quite finished with him just yet and added,

“Oh and don’t put on your pants until I make an inspection, we may have to change the style.”

By now he was on the verge of crying but oblivious to his distress she dismissed him with a wave of her hand and turned to speak to Greta as he disappeared from their view.

A wave of shame engulfed him and he sobbed as he struggled manfully to pull on the loathsome girdle, shuddering at the memory of having to accompany his aunts as they purchased similar grotesque articles while they constantly reminded him that foundation garments were essential for good posture as well as a sign of good breeding regardless of sex.

Oh how his aunts would have greatly approved of Madam’s choice of underwear for him, he mused ruefully, the irony of fleeing a house where he was stifled by femininity only to end up in an even worse situation, wasn’t lost on him Frying pan and Fire, he thought

Having taken a few extra moments to try and regain some degree of composure but failing miserably  he responded to Greta’s bark demanding his appearance and with nowhere to hide he slowly emerged from behind the ornate screen.

“What do you think Greta?” Madam asked her maid.

“That horrible bulge between her legs Madam, it spoils such a beautiful girdle.” Greta replied, smiling sweetly at Robert.

He bristled at the reference to him as “her” and would have shot her a filthy look except Frau Kirchen was looking directly at him scrutinising his new underwear and he thought she would not look upon it favourably. He swallowed his pride and let it go.

“My thoughts exactly, let me show you what we mean” her mistress said and stepping forward demonstrated her concern for Robert’s benefit by running her hand over the offending bump before continuing “as you can see my dear  it will ruin the smooth outline of the front of your pants.”

Her hand caressed his confined genitals through the smooth satin material as she outlinined her concerns and horror of horrors he felt his member growing by the second.

“Oh dear Greta he seems to like satin I hadn’t counted on that. Fortunately his  girdle will kill two birds with one stone, flatten his front and prevent another little embarrassing accident like he had last night. Isn’t that right, my girl.”

Robert wasn’t sure if she was talking to him or Greta but just wanted this to end and blurted,

“Yes..yes Madam”

She felt him gently once more and their eyes met just as they both could feel the now unquestionable swelling. She slowly removed her hand, her breath quickening she cleared her throat and said as brusquely as she could manage

“No..no.. that will not do I’m afraid. Now pop behind the screen again like a good girl and this time hide your little thingy between your legs before drawing your girdle up, it should be tight enough to keep it in place and give a much flatter shape. If you need some help Greta will assist you.”

“No I’ll be fine Madam” he mumbled and fled behind the screen, hands covering the satin panel containing his now almost totally erect penis. It took several minutes before his erection subsided and he reappeared a tad uncomfortable and slightly flushed but now suitably flattened in front and relieved that his wayward and uncontrollable member now tightly secure between his legs would  now be unable to make an unexpected and unwelcome appearance.

“Much better don’t you think Greta” Madam said, now  having retired to the  chaise longue  on which  she draped her elegant frame, having regained her poise added “but you’d better check nonetheless.”

Greta move forward and not satisfied with a visual inspection slid her hand down the now smooth satin front panel and then between his legs, gently groping him and despite its snug confinement his penis twitched and she detected a low and stifled moan from him.

“Nice and safe Madam” Greta called to her mistress, giving him a final gentle squeeze then slyly whispered to him “ I doubt you’ll be able to have a little “accident” now”

Madam rose and decided to inspect for herself but this time limited it to a visual one.

“Mmm, yes it does seem satisfactory, you may put on your pants now.”

In his haste to cover himself he almost fell over and pulled on the pants, the girdle had the desired effect and once he located the back zipper had no problem drawing it up.

“You’d better put these on before you slip into your shoes” Greta said handing him a pair of women’s sheer knee high stockings with elasticated lace tops.

Greta showed him how to put them on without tearing them and when he’d finished slipped his feet into the two inch heels she gave him.

“Yes not bad, perhaps some hair clips to keep her hair back Greta” Madam said

“ I have something better Madam” Greta said, and after retrieving something from one of the drawers  proceeded to fit a seven inch wide elasticated black and white lace headband over his forehead and arranged his hair into a style she felt more appropriate inside the band which tapered to the width of an inch at the back of his head.

“Excellent” Madam beamed “now she looks like a proper servant, come take a look in the mirror”

He really didn’t know  which word he was most offended at “servant” or “her” and  desperately wanted to correct Frau Kirchen’s now regular misuse of pronouns but the recent display of her authority and how she could use it against him was uppermost in his mind and he remained silent. His worst fears were confirmed when she led him to the mirror. The outfit made him look decidedly female and the lace headband made it look like he was wearing a maid’s cap from the 1930’s.

“Yes, she certainly does Madam” Greta answered her mistress as Robert now began to feel the girdle firmly squeeze his stomach and compress his buttocks.

“Well you’d better put her to work then, you can start with this room, and then have her report to me.” Frau Kirchen instructed, satisfied that her new servant was now suitably attired and directing her eyes at Greta added “please ensure she is familiar with her duties and responsibilities. I will hold you responsible for her training.”

“Yes Madam” Greta replied and curtsied as her mistress elegantly crossed the room her peignoir billowing as she moved. She stopped at the door fixing her servants with a cold stare.

“The door, girl!” Greta snapped at Robert who stood slightly in front of her and in a lower but no less urgent voice said “and don’t forget to curtsy”

Robert rushed to the door and opened it for his mistress dropping a curtsy as he did so.

“A bit quicker the next time” Madam admonished as she left the room.

Greta wasted no time in putting him to work tidying his room and after he had finished then moved on to her own room.

“You’ll do the same here I have various duties I have to attend to, when you’re finished put your soiled pyjamas in my laundry basket and take them to the laundry room.” she instructed him.

“That’s not fair, I don’t mind doing my room but why should I have to do yours as well.” he said finally gathering the courage to mount a challenge to this madness.

“Because it is part of the under-housemaid’s duties and you heard what Madam said I’m now responsible for your training” Greta snapped and taking him by the hand led him to the window pointed to one of the prisoners, “you see the girl with the shaved head?” Robert nodded, Greta continued

“I recognised her as the maid that was here when I started, she disappeared after a few days and I suspected she just absconded. I haven’t had a chance to talk to her but it seems too much of a coincidence she ended up in prison so soon after leaving here without giving the required notice. Now do you really want me to tell the mistress you’re being disobedient?”

“No” he replied his head bowed knowing full well he was firmly lodged between a rock and a hard place.

“Very well and as I’m now your superior I think it only fitting you address me as Miss Greta when we’re alone.. don’t you think?” Greta crowed, pressing home her advantage.

“I .. well… do I really … it seems ….” he stammered as Greta fixed him with an icy look her arms folded as she impatiently tapped her polished court shoe.

The trauma of the last few hours took their toll, he lowered his eyes as he presented his surrender.

“Yes Miss Greta” he answered.

Very part time maid....seeks long term contract

Hi all its been ages since I've posted anything, I check in and read the wonderful stories that have been going on here Carrie's latest story Suitable Position has inspired me to pull out a few pics from this spring and winter. I took a departure from my more glamorous skirt suits and businesswear look and went decidedly more homely. Not sure about the glasses but I thought they added to the look. I had a fantasy about my wife coming home and finding me doing chores like this and--of course--making it a regular thing, and in fact, being mad at me as we currently have a housekeeper come over every other week, while I could have been doing it all along and saving us money. Shortly thereafter, she gets promoted at work and, predictably I get laid-off. As she starts dressing nicer (more commensurate with her new position) and starts to become upwardly mobile socially and in her career, I settle into my role as a uniformed domestic. It gets harder and harder for her to see me as a man anymore....sigh, if only--well that's what these stories are for, now aren't they?! (The last pic I couldn't help it and played both roles...one day maybe I'll get my wife to)

A Suitable Position Chapter 2

Below is second part of A Suitable Position, again thanks to those who liked and commented on it I appreciate you taking the time and effort to do so but before that just a few lines on Dave’s insightful comments on chapter 1

Dave I’m convinced you’ve hacked into my brain, I had intended to post the second part and then just leave it at that but following your comments I’ll have to reconsider. You’ve raised some really interesting points about the blog in general and also what I said in my last comment.

I understand your views about other blogs, it’s a good argument and your points are very well made, I just hadn’t considered it in that light. Perhaps you are right but in the absence of any indication it’s hard to know definitively but as I’ve said I do take your point. It’s not so much the frustration as the concern – fear perhaps – I really don’t know if I’m making a complete idiot of myself with this story but you LG and the other commenters have now more than allayed  those concerns so thanks for that. Your comments always help to keep me on my toes.  

What you mentioned about knowing where this eventually goes I suspect is an enduring one with this genre but I think it’s the journey rather than the destination is what makes it enjoyable.

The point you made about the quality of Bea’s writing was also foremost in my mind. He’s set a very high standard so for me it’s like a singer making his debut at the Met Opera after Pavarotti has just left the stage. He’s a hard act to follow and those are very large stilettos to fill. So thank you very much for the vote of confidence.

I’m really glad you started drawing again that’s a marvellous talent you have and if I had something, no matter how small, to do with it then I couldn’t be happier, you’ve made my day.

With regards to your own writing I believe Samuel Beckett has the best advice,

“Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”

 I need to heed that also.

Robert’s back story is so far down the road it’s probably over the border in another State, in fact it could form either a prequel or a sequel.

I’ve had another look and hopefully the typos and any grammatical errors are sorted if not apologies in advance. Ok, here goes, hope this is up to scratch.

Carrie

A Suitable Position ©

Carrie P

Chapter 2

Time for Bed

His heart pounded in his chest as he turned around to face his employer his face flushed with embarrassment.

“I… ah …em I meant….”he spluttered and realising how foolish he sounded served only to heighten his discomfort.

“Oh do go on” Frau Kirchen said in a calm voice “I’d really like to hear your views.”

“I just thought it a bit early to have to go to bed” he said sheepishly still smarting from being caught criticising his employer behind her back.

“Would you prefer to have to work until mid-night like some Mistresses I know have their maids do -and then have them rise again at 6am? Is that really what you really want -because I can arrange it? Greta tells me how overworked she is all the time so I’m sure you could be kept busy from sunrise to sunset. Maybe you’re one of these people who only need a few hours’ sleep.”

He desperately wanted to correct her and shout he wasn’t a maid but reckoned he was in enough trouble as it stood and thought better of mentioning it. While it was patently ridiculous to be sent to bed at such an hour arguing against it could very well result in him working longer hours.

What was the point he thought, best let it go.

He was lost in these thoughts and forgot she was still waiting for an answer.

“Well?” she snapped annoyed at his delayed response.

“I apologise   ... I just wasn’t thinking straight, of course you are correct, a good night’s rest is very important” he lied.

“I think you’d better say that again and this time please remember to whom you are speaking” she snapped, the irritation clearly audible in her voice.

He looked at her with a blank expression not understanding what she meant but he realised from her tone and impatient demeanour she required a response of some kind. Greta who was standing behind Frau Kirchen caught his eye and mouthed the words MADAM and dropped a curtsy. What little composure he had left now evaporated and he began to panic under her steely gaze.

“I’m so sorry Madam I wasn’t thinking straight please forgive me, a good night’s rest is very important.” he meekly said and with his Greta still in his eye line and by now extremely flustered he inexplicably imitated her and as the shame overcame him he fixed his eyes on the floor and  in a most submissive fashion he lowered himself into a curtsy. It took a few seconds for the fog in his brain to clear and realising what he had just done blushed furiously.

“That was a charming gesture, and not too bad for a male” Frau Kirchen said in a warm voice, her anger vanishing and now replaced by a smile. Her whole demeanour had changed almost instantaneously it was the first time he had seen her smile and he noticed how striking she was. Large violet eyes enhanced by subtle eye-shadow under perfectly sculpted eyebrows, high cheek bone set off with the barest hint of blusher over perfect light make-up, her exquisite white teeth contrasted with the rich rose lipstick of her full lips.

He felt his knees tremble as she approached him and got close enough for him to smell the sweetness of her breath and staring at his with those magnificent eyes she continued softly,

“Yes a curtsy is such a graceful movement, so genteel …. I think I’d prefer you to curtsy rather than bow to me from now on. It’s a far more elegant way of showing respect to one’s mistress, don’t you think? You’ll do that for me now …won’t you?”

He was now acutely aware of the predicament he was in and cursed himself for it, how could he agree to something so demeaning.

“But surely that’s only for girls” he mumbled appealing to her common sense.

“Perhaps…. but it would make me happy and would go a long way towards showing you are truly sorry for your deeply offensive remarks” she breathed the words softly into his ear while caressing his face with the back of her hand.

“Well…. I … it’s just…..em..” he stammered.

“You are sorry aren’t you?” she said the merest hint of annoyance creeping into her voice.

Yes..yes of course” he blurted anxious to assure her while desperately trying to think of a way out of this morass.

“Of course… what??” she snapped.

“Madam” he blurted, confusion paralyzing his thought process and with it all hope of finding a solution to his problem fast disappearing.

“Now let me see your curtsy again, I think you could improve it slightly” Frau Kirchen curtly instructed gave him no time to respond.

The tone of her voice allowed no room for negotiation and with a deep sense of mortification he placed his right leg behind his left and bent his knees, his masculinity lowering along with his body as he executed an awkward but passable curtsy.

“Much better but this time hold the material of those ghastly trousers between your forefinger and thumb……….we really must do something about those trousers Greta…”and sensing his hesitation brusquely added “well don’t just stand there with your mouth open do it girl.”

The barked order still ringing in his ears he quickly obeyed following her instructions to the letter and as he rose from his curtsy it he suddenly dawned on him that she had referred to him as girl but her obvious satisfaction with his latest attempt tempered his inclination to correct her lest it was just a slip of the tongue. There wasn’t much point in souring her good humour for a simple error he reasoned.

“Ah yes perfect” she beamed clasping her hands to her ample bosom in much the same way as a mother would when her child exceeds her expectations, unable to contain herself she excitedly applauded his new achievement encouraging Greta to also join in.

He never felt so embarrassed in all his life and blushed once more at the obvious excitement he had generated.

“Now please ensure you remember how to do it, in future I’ll be expecting nothing less than a perfect curtsy” she said before adding “now it’s time you prepared for bed before you have your evening cocoa. Go have a shower get into your pyjamas and dressing gown and join us in the living room.”

He looked at her blankly and then turned to Greta.

“I’m sorry Madam I didn’t have time to inform him of your night-time routine” Greta apologised and turning to Robert continued “well run along and do as Madam says.”

“Eh ..  well the thing is .. ah I don’t wear pyjamas….. I don’t have any” he mumbled noting the look of disapproval on Frau Kirchen’s face.

“From his luggage, if you could call it that Madam, I’d say he has very little by way of clothes” Greta unhelpfully added.

“Oh I dare say we can find you something. Greta will leave out something on your bed that you can wear for tonight, after your shower you can put it on and join us in the living room. Frau Kirchen said and dismissed him with a wave of her hand. “Now run along there’s a good girl and please take time to shower properly not less than ten minutes I insist on the highest personal hygiene standards for my servants.”

After the trauma of the last few minutes he was only too relieved to escape her attention even if it was only for ten or fifteen minutes, he hastily made for his bedroom. His heart was still racing as he closed the door and he took a few moments to calm down, sitting on the bed he once again took in the room he gradually became aware of the soft feel of the satin quilt and his nostrils detected the delicate fragrance of a feminine floral scent he looked hard but couldn’t find a shred of anything masculine about it whatsoever. Downhearted he stripped off his clothes and headed for the sanctuary of the shower and was glad of the time alone and tried to think of a strategy to deal with this dilemma. He began to calm down and was glad of the few moments to get ready before he had to join them in the living room the last thing he wanted them was to see him without clothes. He hoped her late husband’s pyjamas were loose fitting he had been teased mercilessly by girls before and he didn’t want either woman to see more than they had to. He wasn’t sure how long he had been in the shower when he heard Greta’s voice call him.

“That’s enough, you should be quite clean by now” she shouted through the door “dry yourself and get in here quickly.

The sound of her voice triggered an immediate alarm in him and immediately his heart began racing this wasn’t supposed to happen but then again as the last few hours had shown a lot of things weren’t supposed to happen.

“Won’t be long” he replied trying to supress his rising panic and frantically scanning the bathroom for a robe.

Shit! he thought nothing except the large bath towel – it will have to do.

As it is with girls many young males have body issues and Robert Kilcoyne had more reason than most to avoid appearing bare chested in front of strangers.  Minutes later he emerged sheepishly into the bedroom the large towel covering his body from his above his chest to just below the knee, he tucked it in under his left armpit to secure it in place. He was aware it wasn’t the most masculine of looks and in truth he knew it was the way girls covered themselves but he thought to himself in this situation it was all he could do.

He was taken aback to find Frau Kirchen had joined Greta but he knew he couldn’t exactly ask her to leave.

“Oh how very modest you are, covering yourself like a girl and sparing our blushes” Frau Kirchen purred as she watched him emerge from the bathroom and cross the bedroom floor  “ Greta the boy’s hair is still wet fetch a towel and wrap it up. We don’t want him catching cold.”

Try as he might to find a satisfactory response he couldn’t and stood obediently as Greta wrapped the towel into a turban around his head. He had often seen his aunts and their female guests arrange towels in a similar fashion and stealing a furtive glace at the floor length mirror he now knew the image he projected was more feminine than masculine. Frau Kirchen turned her back to him and began arranging something on the bed but as his view was obscured by her and Greta he failed to see what was piquing her interest.

“I thought I’d better help you choose as I’m not sure which colours will suit you best, I prefer this one but Greta says the baby blue would go more with the colour scheme of the room. What do you think?” 

All this fuss over a pair of pyjamas he thought regaining some composure.

As he approached the two women they parted and he saw the bed was covered with several items of an undoubtedly feminine nature.

His eyes widened he felt a tremor in his knees as Frau Kirchen held up a pair of soft pink satin pyjamas, he desperately wanted to reason with her but suddenly felt his mouth dry up.

Surely she doesn’t expect me to wear that. He screamed inside. Those are women’s pyjamas.

She held out the pyjamas and in what could only be described as a state of utter shock and unable to voice any coherent protest he reluctantly found himself accepting the feminine garment.

“Now go behind the screen and put them on……. like the good houseboy you are.” she said pointing to the dressing screen in the corner of the room.

He bristled at the reference to houseboy in such a condescending tone and in the moment or two he hesitated contemplating declining her demeaning request he saw her fold her arms over her adequate breasts in a gesture which seemed to dare him to refuse.

“Do you have a problem boy?” she snapped.

 The irritation in her voice left him in no doubt there would be consequences if he failed to comply and as his current state of dress left him feeling extremely vulnerable he knew he would look and sound ridiculous if he angrily refused.

Meekly he took the feminine nightwear and went behind the screen.

Now safely out of their view he held up the offending article to examine it. On closer inspection it was even more feminine than he had thought, he removed his towel and as he pulled on the bottoms the soft material caressed his thighs and he felt a stirring between his legs and desperately tried to think of anything at all to control it, pulling the top over his head the unmistakably strong scent of perfume assailed his nostrils. He looked down luckily the voluminous pants seemed to hide his soft but growing erection and the top hopefully would be loose enough. He knew he looked preposterous and was reluctant to reveal himself but had little choice when he heard Greta call.

“Either you come out or I’ll come in and drag you out”

He heard supressed laughter and red-faced he emerged slowly to enthusiastic coos of approval from his tormentors almost tripping in the process as his feet caught the overlong material in the pants.

“Hmm…Yes very nice but as I suspected it is a little long.” Frau Kirchen pondered out loud.

“I thought they might be Madam” Greta offered trying to ingratiate herself with her mistress “so I also brought along the matching slippers he seems to have a small foot size for a male so I thought they might fit.”

“Clever girl” her mistress said clearly pleased with Greta’s initiative “put them on him and we’ll see if it makes a difference”

Frau Kirchen watched as her maid knelt in front of the now bewildered and shamefaced boy laying the slippers to one side. She noticed how the girl lifted his right foot and gently stoked it before placing the satin kitten heeled slipper on it and then repeating the procedure with the left foot discretely rubbing his calf through the satin material before rising to her feet and straightening her apron. Frau Kirchen thought her maid seemed a little flushed and had to admit to herself that for some reason she couldn’t quite make out, the satin clad figure had held an attraction for her also. Her interest in men was minimal and in truth she really couldn’t abide the creatures particularly the older ones, their macho posturing and sexism was something she experienced quite frequently during her early career and as a result held them in low esteem and engaged with them only when absolutely necessary or when she deemed it beneficial to her interests. She recalled the way they wore those dark suits as if they conferred some sort of superiority, considering it a badge of authority giving the wearer the right to patronise what they considered to be the weaker sex. Often she’d wondered if, stripped of their armour and forced to wear more revealing clothes like skirts and dresses not to mention constricting underwear, would their attitude towards women be more empathic? The apparent change in her new employee seemed to go some way in suggesting this to be the case as there seemed to be a discernable difference in the haughty male who confidently strode into her study only a few short hours ago but how long before that inflated male ego would surface. Underneath that veneer of male self-importance she thought she sensed a shred of modesty maybe living in an all -female household would help him overcome his stubborn masculine impudence. Maybe this was a chance to save him from himself, set him on the right path, she could help this boy avoid such misogynistic behaviour, no! better still, prevent it from even happening in the first place, nip it in the bud.

I’m sure it would stand to him in later life she thought.

The two inch heels had the desired effect, the voluminous satin pants no longer trailed the floor but he felt his calves tighten as they adjusted to the new angle of his ankles being forced two inches off the ground. This latest addition to his night attire stripped him of any hope of maintaining even the merest semblance of male dignity. Robert looked down and as he moved his feet to his horror found he could make out satin bows on the slippers. Another wave of embarrassment washed over him and he hung his head slightly hoping his long brown hair would partially cover the mounting humiliation he now felt. After getting to her feet and straightening her apron Greta stood back to allow her mistress to inspect the boy.

“Better, I’ve always thought appropriate footwear is so important to compliment one’s nightgown and those slippers complete the look wonderfully.” Frau Kirchen trilled, taking a moment to survey the boy, she continued “but that gorgeous hair needs to be tied back so the poor boy can see.  Greta, brush his hair back and up please, the way you’ve done for me several times.”

Robert by now practically immobile from shock nevertheless heard her words “compliment one’s nightgown” very clearly, but unable as he was to mount any serious protest meekly allowed the maid to brush his hair into the style required by her mistress and could only watch helplessly as his tormentress removed the jewelled hair combs from her own hair and fix them firmly either side of his head to hold his new hairstyle in place. Both she and Greta stood back to admire their handiwork.

“Yes Madam, much better. I wasn’t sure the pyjamas would fit, particularly around the bust.” Greta gushed clearly delighted with the result.

“Yes, a great improvement” Frau Kirchen agreed “and I have to admit he does look better in them than I do, they were a birthday gift from my friend Her Grace, Lady Edwina the Duchess of Leinster.

OH NO the voice inside his head screamed. I’m wearing her pyjamas and slippers.”

His persecutor cast her eye over the wretched boy in front of her and he thought he saw  a smile forming as she took in his obvious discomfort before continuing,

“As you can see they’re cut in a vintage style and made from pale pink buttery soft Duchess satin- obviously – with a floaty lace appliqué top and wide leg cut pants with side button closure. Very chic, very feminine, Lady Edwina has such very good taste when it comes to beautiful nightwear, don’t you think Robert?”

Still trying to come to terms with his predicament he barely noticed he was asked a question.

“The mistress asked you a question.” Greta upbraided him still hoping to worm her way into her employer’s good books.

“Yes” Robert answered unable to bring himself to comment further his brain now addled by being on show in such a horrible ultra- feminine garment.

“Are you forgetting to whom you are speaking and how you should act?” Greta scolded him and this time she noticed her admonishment clearly impressed her mistress.

The tone of Greta’s voice and Frau Kirchen’s now obvious displeasure at his failure to address her properly shook Robert from his almost hypnotic state. He knew he would have to redeem himself quickly if he was not to incur her ire and possibly a more severe tongue lashing.

“I’m sorry Madam I’m just not used to such luxurious nightwear?” he lied through his teeth but quickly remembered he had somehow agreed he should now curtsy when speaking to her. He held the inordinately plentiful soft material of the pyjama pants –which he hated to admit was in reality more like a skirt -between each thumb and forefinger and placing his right knee behind his left he once more lowered himself into the required degrading curtsy.

“I’m glad to see you haven’t forgotten everything you’ve been taught this evening” Frau Kirchen said undeniably pleased at his curtsy.” So you feel comfortable in your new nightwear”

“Yes Madam, very comfortable” he again lied and curtsied once more for good measure.

“Well thank Madam for her kindness.” Greta chided him.

“Thank you Madam for providing me with pyjamas for the night, it was very kind of you.” he mumbled hoping he sounded convincing and  curtsied once more making a mental note that he would purchase a pair of men’s pyjamas the following morning to ensure he would not have to go through this mortifying experience again.

“And …..” Greta reminded him.

“And the hair clips Madam” he said quietly, wishing the ground would open and swallow him  adding to his mental note a haircut.

“You are welcome” Frau Kirchen smiled but before Robert could draw breath she added,

“Think of them as a gift for the duration of your stay with me, look your initials are already on them.”

He had been so perplexed during this whole charade that he hadn’t noticed the large initials RK embroidered ornately into the pocket of the jacket.

“Yes instead of Rozamund Kirchen they now stand for Robert Kilcoyne, they suit you so well, I’m sure you will wear them with pride.”

Oh no not my initials it’s like she’s branded me- and now she wants me to wear them every night,  he thought but reasoned that she probably meant this outrageous remark more as a compliment  than an insult, not wishing to provoke a potential confrontation he feigned another smile.

“Greta, the matching robe.” she instructed the maid.

“Oh do stand up straight girl, shoulders back…. Oh for heaven’s sake you’re slouching I simply cannot abide poor posture it’s so unbecoming and ungainly in a servant not to mention a sign of ill breeding” Frau Kirchen berated him and began fussing at the pyjama top as he reluctantly did as he was told.

“Much better, poor posture can lead to….”she broke off as she thought she spotted something unusual, then added, “What’s have we here”?

She put her hand to his chest, Robert froze, his secret was about to be uncovered, literally.

“Please Madam no.. please no..” he pleaded and tried to make for the bathroom but she had already caught him firmly by the hand and in an instant Greta had hold of his other hand.

“No, please no” he repeated.

“It’s all right my dear, it’s all right” Frau Kirchen said quietly and he noticed a strange look had come over her as he saw her eyes widen as she suddenly became aware of something not quite right, Greta moved closer as her mistress unbuttoned his pyjama top and slid it from his shoulders to reveal a pair of well-rounded and reasonably sized breasts.

“Now I know why my pyjamas fit you so well and why you wear an oversize shirt it also explains why you’ve been slouching since you’ve arrived here.” she said 

She cupped the flesh in her soft hands and squeezed them gently and despite his upset he knew what would happen – his nipples began to enlarge.

 “He’s got lovely little titties” Greta said somewhat uncouthly unable to contain her astonishment  much to Madam’s chagrin, before adding “I’ve never seen anything like it”

“It’s called Gynecomastia, and please don’t refer to them as titties, it’s so crude” Frau Kirchen informed her maid brusquely “they are breasts just like ours. I believe this condition can be quite common in younger males but it’s unusual for a male of Robert’s age to still have them and so well developed too. Feel them they’re just like a woman’s.”

Greta needing no encouragement stepped forward and looking him directly in the eyes cupped both breasts of the now sobbing boy in her hands and was amazed at the feel of such quintessentially feminine glands on a male, she’d felt many a girl’s breasts and there was no difference.

“There’s no need to be upset or embarrassed, these things happen.” Frau Kirchen addressed him after instructing Greta to step back. “I must confess I was more than a little hesitant at employing a male and wondered whether you would fit into an all -female house but now it makes little difference as you have something in common with your fellow servant. She drew an embroidered handkerchief from her sleeve and dabbed his eyes.

“There, there..” she consoled him and instructed Greta to put the pyjama top back on him “ dry your eyes it’s just one of nature’s little tricks much in the same way as some people have bigger noses, ears or whatever no need to feel embarrassed and as I said you do fill my pyjama top in all the right places.”

In the few moments she turned to discuss something with the maid Robert’s mind tried to process the avalanche of thoughts now running through it. He had managed to keep his breasts secret from most people mainly through various ruses like  large sized shirts and hunching his shoulders to minimise the their size  which he’s almost gotten away with here. He’d also tried binding with a large bandage type fabric a trick he’d learnt from a strange woman his aunts had stay with them some time back and if he had known this job was live-in he would have taken similar measures to conceal them better before he arrived. His aunts of course knew of his condition and recently had expressed some strange views on the subject but he’d managed to leave before they took these any further. Despite his constant pleadings his aunts were not that keen on surgery citing potential health risks and wanted to postpone the decision for a few years and as he would not reach the required age to allow him access to his trust fund for another two years he was in limbo. Barely a few hours ago the opportunity for the money he so desperately needed became a reality and the salary on offer was more than enough to pay for the surgery however he hadn’t counted on having to make so many compromises but he knew he really had no choice – this was the only way he could finance the operation. The contract was only for a few weeks and that would be would be sufficient, once he had completed his time and collected his money he would be able to leave. While he felt her rules were incredibly restrictive and controlling even down to insisting that her servants went to bed at nine pm and insisting he wear pyjamas, Frau Kitchen despite her authoritarian manner seemed to be supportive and accepting of his condition, although he had wished she hadn’t insisted on making him wear these horrible pyjamas.

Her pyjamas he reminded himself and cringed.

“I think the poor girl has suffered enough embarrassment now that we have discovered her secret Greta” Frau Kirchen announced.

Robert snapped out of his stupor at the mention of him as a girl and felt a surge of anger rise and was just about to interrupt her when she added

“Put him into his dressing gown I’m sure he will feel a little more comfortable and we’ll take cocoa in the servants lounge.”

Maybe just a slip of the tongue- she probably didn’t mean any harm, he thought and his anger subsided. He held out the hope that the dressing gown would be if not quite masculine then decidedly less feminine that his new satin pyjamas. He was sorely disappointed and watched in horror as Greta held out the full length robe for him to slide his arms through, he could not help thinking this garment was even more feminine if that was possible.

The fabric was a heavy quilted satin in the matching soft pink of his pyjamas with an embroidered bodice stitched with gold thread, the wide lapels were at least twice the depth of quilting and there was elaborate runching at the top of the shoulders, the big puffed pleated sleeves flared out extravagantly. When he saw it held out for him he recoiled and while he wished to have his ultra-feminine nightwear covered he immediately recognised this dressing gown would only serve to enhance his increasingly girlish look. He had little choice and with a resigned submissiveness he was not used to, slid his arms into the sleeves, Greta wasted little time in tying the satin belt tightly into an elaborate bow at the front.

“Yes…very nice” Frau Kirchen purred as she made minor adjustments to the sleeves and lapels allowing her hand to linger a little longer than necessary at his breasts adding as an afterthought “mind you I had forgotten it is a tad longer than the pyjamas. I usually wear the three inch slippers rather than the two inch ones he’s wearing, what do you think Greta?”

“It is a bit long Madam but perhaps if he holds it up slightly when walking he may avoid tripping.” Greta answered.

“You mean like an evening gown. Of course, silly me women and girls do it all the time. Please show him how it’s done.” her mistress instructed.

Robert looked aghast, he hardly understood an iota of what they were talking about but nonetheless could clearly comprehend that they were comparing his new nightwear to a lady’s evening gown. After snatching another glimpse of his ridiculous reflection in the full length mirror and much to his extreme chagrin he had to concede they had a point.

“Now pet, your gown is a little too long” Greta began condescendingly as if speaking to a six year old “we don’t want you tripping yourself, now do we, there’s a good girl, sorry boy? So when a girl’s dress is too long she lifts her skirts from the thigh, like this”

Greta demonstrated by lifting the skirt of her own uniform.

“Now you try.” she said a sly smirk creasing her face.

Robert suspected she was enjoying his discomfort but was unable to respond in any meaningful way as he was by now totally demoralised and  not only by the humiliating feminine clothes he had been forced to wear but also by the fact that both women now knew his most intimate and mortifying secret – his small but undoubtedly feminine breasts. He was however very grateful that neither woman mocked him in the way some had done when he was discovered in college after emerging from a shower bare breasted. The situation he had found himself in now was so overwhelming he just wanted to escape their presence and although his primary emotion was anger caused by his subjugation, he felt- dressed as he was he would look even more ridiculous if he threw a tantrum and considered his best course of action would be to go along with them, at least it may expedite the process and he could finally retreat to relative sanctuary of his room. But for now he had to obey the uniformed maid giving him instructions on how to carry himself in this preposterous gown.

Shamefaced he did as he was told holding his quilted satin dressing gown between the fingers of both hands and lifting the hem several inches off the floor exactly like he had seen his aunts do with their elaborate evening gowns when they dressed for the opera.

“Well done, very elegant” Frau Kirchen encouraged as he walked a few steps across the bedroom floor, he felt a sting in her remark but concluded by her tone it wasn’t meant hurtfully.

“Yes Madam, surprising as he’s in heels” Greta added with more than a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

“I think we could all do with that cocoa now Greta” Frau Kirchen announced prompting Greta to head for the kitchen leaving them alone.

The sophisticated and imposing figure of his new employer walked slowly over to him and gently brushed the stray strands of hair from his cheeks behind his ears and gazed deeply into his eyes, he tried to step back but his legs would not respond. She touched his cheek gently with the back of her hand and then slowly slid her other hand down the luxurious satin gown and lingered at his hated breasts tracing her finger around the fleshy mound. As she pressed her own ample breasts against his he could feel his nipples harden and as he inhaled her scent he became alarmed at the growing erection between his legs. If she was aware of this impertinence she didn’t show it and by now he was beginning to panic but unable to move and was mesmerised like a rabbit in headlights

“I hope you realise by now that I am a thoughtful and generous employer but one who demands high standards and unquestioning obedience.” she said quietly as she paused allowing him to respond.

He could only nod his agreement his mind busy trying to contain his growing erection.

“Good, now tell me exactly what your position is in my household.” she continued

“Houseboy Madam” he mumbled barely believing he uttered the word but not forgetting to address her properly.

“Houseboy, Housemaid there is really no difference I consider these terms interchangeable, the main thing is your accept that you are a servant is that not correct?” she said her voice still soft but now with a discernable firmness.

“Yes Madam” he said in a reverential tone, too nervous to correct her.

“And a maidservant’s employer is called her……?” she said allowing the question hang in the air while fixing him with her large violet eyes.

“Her mistress” he quietly replied remembering that his aunts’ insisted the housemaids referred to them in a similar fashion, he also recalled once overhearing them discuss how degrading it was. He now knew how they felt. 

“Good. Now what exactly is my relationship to you in this house?” she asked him.

The idea of referring to this woman - any woman for that matter – in such an archaic way as Mistress was extremely demeaning but he had already acknowledged he was her servant and from what he already knew of her steely determination she would insist on establishing such protocol no matter how long it took, better to get it over with he conceded. He bowed his head in mortification as he murmured 

“You are my mistress, Madam” his head spinning at his wretched admission.

“Stop mumbling girl. Louder.” she snapped the note of impatience quite clear in her voice.

“You are my mistress Madam” he said shamefully and with the sound of those contemptible words ringing in his ears he publicly accepted his new status as her servant and much as he wanted to correct her in addressing him as a girl didn’t think she was in any mood to hear him contradict her so he swallowed his pride, and not for the first time that evening.

“Excellent” she beamed her demeanour changing instantly and becoming almost friendly “I had hoped you would accept your new status with good grace much as you have accepted your new nightwear. Now we can join your sister housemaid for some refreshing cocoa.”

Frau Kirchen satisfied that the conversation was over turned on her four inch patent leather heels and made for the door.

Sister housemaid! he screamed inside, has this woman completely forgotten I’m a male?

He lifted the skirts of his pink satin quilted dressing gown and obediently followed his mistress.

tbc

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New Story A Suitable Position

I hadn’t intended to post another piece here as Rose & Jack and AW took such a long time to write but seeing as Rocket Dave and LG have contributed greatly in keeping the blog going  I thought I’d make a contribution of sorts. This may not be to everyone’s taste, as we all know even within the narrow genre of CD/TV fiction people have so many different “hot buttons” as Bea refers to them, but if there’s sufficient interest then I’ll post some more if I can drag (no pun intended) myself away from the World Cup in Brazil.

As usual it would be interesting to read people’s views on it good or bad.

Carrie

A Suitable Position.©

By CarrieP

 It had been an interesting if trying few weeks for Robert Kilcoyne, ever since sitting his first year college exams he’d spent most of the time travelling through Europe delighted to be away from the stifling atmosphere of the aunts that had  raised him since the death of both parents several years previously. “Aunts” was quite a loose term as they were not related by blood rather they were his mother’s closest and dearest friends and as she considered them sisters from a very young age he always referred to them as Aunt Sophie and Aunt Amelia. They were kind but very protective not to mention quite strict and he found their constant attention very oppressive. After boarding school he had to fight long and hard to attend a university away from his home town and he relished the freedom it brought and was in no hurry to return to a cossetted home life with only his aunts and the domestic staff for company so he was very careful to plan this trip secretly and in fact only told them at the last minute. Naturally when he eventually did tell them it was not received well but that didn’t bother him too much as he was too excited and focused at the prospect of a summer free from women telling him what to do, what to wear, when to be home, always orders, orders, orders, it was so stifling.

He was enjoying his new found freedom but never spent too long in any one place as he’d wanted to experience as much as life had to offer after so many years of excessive supervision by his aunts. It was while travelling through the small principality of Katirinabourg in central Europe close to the border with southern Germany he found himself a little short of funds. He knew full well if he contacted his aunts for money from his considerable trust fund they would be hesitant to forward any amount beyond the fare home and was certain they would insist he return home immediately. He quickly realised he would have to find some a job of some sort to finance the rest of his vacation. Having a coffee in the small picturesque capital he noticed an advertisement in the local newspaper in bold lettering, “A Suitable Position” and below it in smaller print “for the right candidate.”

Apparently it was for a handyman of sorts and he was surprised that the ad was in English but figured that as the tourist season was still some way off he may have a good chance. It was too good a chance to pass up and immediately rang the number deciding it may be best to communicate in German one of the main languages spoken in the principality.

“Guten Tag Ich bin den job uber telefonieren” he said to the voice at the other end.

“The position is for an English speaker” the voice responded quite dismissively.

He quickly reverted to English and explained he thought it more polite to open the conversation in German, the female voice softened and after asking some cursory questions arranged an appointment for the following afternoon with the explicit instruction that all communication must be carried out through English, apparently the lady of the house wanted her staff to improve their English and he thought to himself who was he to argue?

At the appointed time Robert strolled up the driveway of a large Victorian house sitting in expansive grounds in an exclusive neighbourhood. The front door was opened by a blond girl in a grey maid’s uniform which didn’t really surprise him considering the size and location of the house.

“Hiya, my name is Robert Kilcoyne I have an interview for the handyman’s job with a Frau Kirchen.” he said in the cocky and slightly condescending voice he always used to people in service jobs.  

 “This way, Madam is in the drawing room.” the maid replied in slightly accented but flawless English.

She was an attractive girl, late twenties early thirties he guessed about five six maybe seven and while she wasn’t heavy she certainly wasn’t skinny either and had a more than ample bosom which he could see from the line under her uniform was held in place by a sturdy bra. He always liked big breasted girls and although he wasn’t at all confident with them he thought that a mere housemaid would no doubt fall for his charms. He followed the maid across a large hallway noticing her wonderfully rounded buttocks move in the tight fitting skirt of her uniform dress, as she walked ahead of him her hips swayed with each step in the glorious way that women are designed to do.

 Yes, he thought, I really would like some of that.

“I didn’t realise people still worked as uniformed servants these days” he said as he walked alongside her. Of course he knew women of Frau Kirchen’s rank employed uniformed maids after all his aunts retained a number at their town house in London as well as their country estate. He was no stranger to servants and his remark was more to assert his status over this servant girl from the very start. Despite his lack of funds he quite enjoyed the ridiculous and ironic idea of a wealthy young man such as him becoming a handyman for a few weeks.

“Well perhaps you don’t realise either that sometimes people don’t have a choice what job they have to take” the maid replied acerbically, shooting him a sharp look for good measure.

Skivvy – he thought to himself but said nothing and followed in in silence.

She knocked on the drawing room door and entered.

“The person you were expecting Frau Kirchen” the maid said addressing what he thought a middle aged but very glamorous woman sitting on an antique couch. At first glance it was hard to put an age on her but there was no doubt he was very attractive despite her advanced years.

Maybe late thirties,early forties, he thought but couldn’t be sure.  

“Madam!” Frau Kirchen said pointedly “Greta, I have told you numerous times, you must address me as Madam.”

“Yes Madam” the maid replied obviously embarrassed at being upbraided in front him, Robert thought.

“Are you not forgetting something else?” Frau Kirchen said.

A slight look of resentment came over the maid’s face as she grudgingly bobbed a quick curtsy, Robert caught her eye and gave her a contemptuous look as she rose.

“Very well you may go.” Frau Kirchen dismissed her.

“So difficult to get proper servants these days” Frau Kirchen said almost absentmindedly before turning to Robert “I require someone to do odd jobs, some basic maintenance and other duties as may be required in and around the house for several weeks or so and as the hours may be erratic the position is live in. I have some important and influential people visiting for time to time and it is vital that they receive the correct impression of a properly run household so you should know that I require total obedience and respect from my servants. Slovenliness, insubordination or impertinence will not be tolerated.”

Robert was taken aback at her tone and put it down to famed Germanic directness, no beating about the bush like the British or Irish. Rozamund Kirchen took a moment to look at the young man in front of her, he was the youngest of the men she had interviewed. She could tell that he was well educated unlike the other applicants several of whom were far too uncouth, he was of average height and though of slight build she concluded manual work should not be a problem. He was presentable enough although he seemed to hunch his shoulders somewhat, his shoulder length dark brown hair was reasonably well kempt and clean, and unlike the others he had no visible tattoos which she felt was totally unacceptable in a servant. She interviewed him for another few minutes to ascertain his suitability for the position and decided if he passed muster he may be of use. After satisfying herself  she wrote a figure on a piece of paper and handed it to him and smiled to herself as she watched his eyes widen, his youth and inexperience could not hide his surprise as he took in the number.

She was right of course, the salary was more than generous, far more than he had imagined or expected, however coming from such a privileged background he baulked at the idea of being referred to as a servant – handyman had less servile connotations – however the money would more than compensate and living in he could save most of it knew immediately what he  would use it for.

“If the salary is acceptable and you are willing to agree to my conditions the position is yours and once you sign this contract you can start immediately.” she said.

 “The salary is more than acceptable Frau Kirchen.” he gushed and hurriedly signed the document she extended to him.

“Very well when we are finished Greta will show you to your room in the servants’ quarters and will make arrangements for your luggage to be delivered here.” she said.

The elation he felt at the substantial salary was now replaced by a feeling of humiliation at the sudden realisation that he was now being referred to as  a servant and as if he needed confirmation his new employer added,

“Now that you are in my employ you will of course address me as Madam”

“Yes Madam” he said glad the maid wasn’t present to witness his embarrassment, his new employer continued.

“I have never employed a male servant before so I suppose a curtsy may not be appropriate, a bow of the head is I believe the usual display of respect from a male servant to his mistress, you will do so when entering and leaving a room and also when I speak to you. Is this clear?”

He looked at her almost disbelieving what he had just heard but remembering that she had reminded the maid to curtsy, he felt archaic as they were such gestures appeared to be a requirement of employees in this household. She held his glance and arched her eyebrows in that way women of a certain age or position do when they dare you to defy them.

“Do you have a problem with that? It is a requirement and a non-negotiable clause in your contract but if you feel it is beneath you and you wish to leave ,please do so now.” she finally said with more than a hint of impatience in her voice.

This shocked him into action, the thought of losing such a high salary and what he could do with it overrode the deepening unease he now felt at the idea of being referred to as a  “male servant” but this was no time to argue the point.

“No Madam” he said as he bowed his head and felt a twinge of shame, he now understood  the maid’s reluctance to curtsy- it was a humiliating experience- but, he thought, bad enough as having to bow was, a curtsy was somehow even more mortifying. He was glad he wasn’t a girl having to perform such a demeaning act.

“Much better, you must understand your salary is generous for a reason. I expect you to follow my orders to the letter- no hesitation whatsoever. Is that clear?”

He was acutely aware of her annoyance and didn’t want to stretch her patience any further.

“Yes Madam” he quickly said and added a bow for good measure.

She got up from behind the desk and walked towards him. The room was so quiet that he could hear a swishy sound as her panty hosed thighs rubbed together as she approached him, she was elegantly dressed in a navy blue knee length silk dress, her auburn hair was brushed into a chignon, a pearl choker with matching earrings gave her a regal look. She seemed to take a great interest in his clothes.

“Have you any suitable clothes a decent jacket, good trousers?” she asked as she fingered his well -worn leather jacket and looked at his jeans with obvious distaste.”

“Well not really I’m travelling light and all my clothes are very casual more for vacation than anything else. I wasn’t expecting to stay this long away.” he explained.

“Madam!” she said quietly as she looked directly into his eyes.

“Sorry.. Madam” he apologised.

“Please don’t forget, it’s very annoying having to remind servants to use the correct form of address to their mistress.” she said.

“Yes Madam, sorry Madam” he replied disgusted at himself for his servile attitude.

“You can wear those for outdoor work” she said gesturing to the clothes he was wearing “I suppose I can find you something for your house duties. One more thing, as I mentioned some very important and powerful people stay with me occasionally and naturally I wish to ensure their security and privacy so I must be sure that my servants are fully vetted.  I will need your passport to make the necessary enquiries. Naturally you will receive it back after I have conducted these investigations. For security reasons this is also non-negotiable.”

He didn’t like the idea of handing over his passport but with the papers full of celebrity gossip he could understand it and who knows -maybe he might even meet someone famous. He knew he had nothing to hide so he handed her the passport which she placed in a desk drawer.

She picked up the bell on her desk and rang it twice, moments later Greta appeared.

“You rang Madam” she said and this time didn’t forget to curtsy.

“Greta, Robert here will be my new houseboy, please show him to his room in the servants’ quarters and make sure he familiarises himself with the rest of the house and its rules.”

“Yes Madam” and turning to Robert said “this way”

The word “houseboy” hit him like the slap of a wet cloth and he wanted to protest that he was applying for the position of handyman and not some lowly domestic servant like the maid standing next to him but before he could gather himself Frau Kirchen dismissed them both with a perfunctory

“You may go.”

Alone in the large hallway Greta turned to him with a smirk on her pretty face.

“Not so smug now, are we? Welcome to your new life as a domestic servant.” she sneered as she left him standing, mouth open at the door and made her way across the  hallway.

“I’m not a domestic servant” he snapped hurrying after her as she went through a door behind the large staircase.

“Of course you are” she said as he caught up with her “I’m not exactly thrilled by the idea either but it’s what we are. I’m the housemaid and you’re the houseboy – just accept it.”

There was no way he was accepting this but felt any further protest would be just a waste of energy, as he followed her up the back stairs she continued,

“This is the back stairs that the servant’s use” she said ignoring his protestations “we only use the main stairs when either cleaning or bringing something to Madam or her guests. You must always use this stairs to access the servants’ quarters. Oh and another thing always address her as Madam and don’t forget to bow otherwise you get demerits leading to fines and punishments.”

“WHAT!” he said incredulously as he quickened his step to keep up with her “demerits, fines punishments?”

“It’s all in the contract, don’t tell me you didn’t read it before you signed.” she said.

“No” he replied suddenly feeling extremely foolish “I only saw the salary.”

“Of course you did” Greta said condescendingly “well you have little choice now I’m assuming she has your passport.”

“Yes” he said the implications of it handing over now dawning on him.

Robert was still trying to take this in when they arrived at the door of an annex at the back of the building. He followed her through to a large bright and airy living room very comfortably and tastefully furnished. As she showed around him the well -appointed and modern kitchen just off the living room she continued.

“Well it’s not as bad as all that and at least you’re getting extremely well paid but she is strict so you’re going to have to abide by the contract otherwise you could find yourself in trouble with the authorities. As she’s probably told you she has friends in very high places and not averse to using them…. as I know to my cost.”

“What do you mean?” Robert asked.

“Do you think I chose to be her maid? Having to wear this humiliating uniform? To be subject to her      outdated rules and regulations? I was originally employed as her physiotherapist and after several months I wanted to leave but because there were still several months left on my contract she refused to release me. Well to make a very long story short she threatened to have her high powered legal team take me for everything and ruin my reputation plus she had my passport. There was a strong possibility I could have been arrested for breach of contract, the law here is a weighted in favour of the rich and powerful. As a punishment for attempting to break the contract I have to work the remainder of my time her as her uniformed maidservant.”

“So you reckon if I want to leave she will take an action against me?” he gasped realising the full seriousness of his situation.

“Believe me you really do not want to cross her” Greta said “and she has your passport. However she is honest and will pay you exactly what she agreed provided you honour your contract.”

“But she advertised the position as a handyman not a houseboy” he said.

“If she referred to you as a houseboy then that’s what’s on the contract and if you didn’t read it heaven knows what else is in there. There probably will  be some stuff as a handyman but a lot of your work will be around the house. Another reason she pays so well is flexibility and like everything else it’s in the contract. Like I said- welcome to life as a domestic servant - better get used to it. Now let’s get you to your room and give me the details of where your luggage can be picked up as we’re not allowed leave without permission, the front gate is locked and as you noticed there is razor wire at the top. Oh! By the way if you challenge or displease her in any way  you’ll receive demerits, break anything and you will be fined the value of the item so be careful.”

She could see by the look of shock on Robert’s face that her account of life in Frau Kirchen’s household had clearly taken him aback and knew it wouldn’t take long before the full realisation of what he had let himself in for would soon reach his idiotic male brain. She thought it wise to give him some counsel before he did something really stupid.

“Look it’s not all that bad  you’re getting great money tax free, no overheads and once you’ve completed your contract you’ll get a large bonus and I mean a large  bonus. As you can see this is a very luxurious place to live, and you can even have use of the pool when Madam is not using it. Now come on we need to get you settled. The reason for all the rules and regulations is exactly as she’s told you, she has some very powerful and wealthy friends and she doesn’t want to be embarrassed by her servants so she pays outrageous money for absolute obedience.”

He thought about it as he followed her and concluded maybe she was right after all there were a lot of pluses to the position and the money was great and now there’s talk of a large bonus. His thoughts were interrupted when she stopped at a door.

“This is your room” she said opening the door “I think you’ll find it quite comfortable.”

“But it says ‘Under-housemaid -Bedroom’” he croaked gazing at the painted sign on the door.

“So?” she asked failing to see the problem.

“Don’t you have another room I could use” he muttered horrified at the thought of staying in a girl’s….a maid’s room.

“No, up to now this has always been an all- female household so the rooms are allocated to female servants by their order in the household. As there are no houseboy rooms you’ll use the under-housemaid’s bedroom I’m down the hall in the head-housemaid’s room so technically I suppose I’m your immediate superior” she explained and noticing his mounting discomfort added with a sly smile “if you have a problem with that why not take it up with Madam?”

He hated the idea of every time he entered the room he would be reminded he’d be sleeping in a maid’s room the very notion was so degrading but he knew he would get nowhere arguing and shook his head in response. As he stepped inside the room his worst fears were confirmed- it was undoubtedly a girl’s bedroom. He was surprised at the size of the room which was much larger than he had expected. A queen size antique bed with mahogany head and footboard was covered by a baby blue satin quilt and large matching frilled pillows, a table and two comfortable chairs sat by the large window which looked out onto the extensive rear garden while a triptych dressing table and padded seat fitted neatly into the corner he couldn’t help noticing it was laden with bottles and jars of various sizes and colours. The ruffled faux silk curtains were tied back in a sweep emphasising   the ultra- feminine nature of the room and he suddenly felt the same sense of oppressive femininity that he had been hoping to escape from back home. While away at college his aunts had redecorated his room in a not too dissimilar fashion which for him was the last straw in a seemingly constant battle to constrain his growing masculinity and had finally persuaded him that a summer away from their influence would be the best course of action. The irony of his new surroundings wasn’t lost on him.

Was there no escaping this creeping feminisation it seemed to be following him everywhere?  he silently cursed to himself and he only half listened to Greta as she pointed out the various features in the room and insisted he accompany her to view the equally spacious en suite bathroom which he noticed was fully stocked with feminine lotions and creams.

“When your luggage arrives you can hang your clothes in here” she said pointing to the sizable closet.

“I won’t need that much space, I haven’t that many clothes.” he replied as she opened the door to allow him to inspect the interior.

“Probably just as well” she remarked as she viewed inside and tried to figure out how much space her new charge would require.

Robert had to stifle a groan as he was confronted with an array of dresses which from the style of Greta’s dress he took to be maids’ uniforms in black and grey, hanging from the rails alongside them on separate hangers were aprons of different styles. Stacked on the shelves were a number of matching white caps of various styles and on the shelves below that several pairs of shoes which he noticed matched the colour of the uniform dresses. She seemed unaware of his discomfort at the sight of the feminine garments that confronted him.

“I’ll see if I can make some extra space by combining the dresses and aprons, here hold these” she casually remarked as she removed a dress from the closet and handed it to him she then took an apron from its hanger.

“Now hold the dress up, no.. a little closer to your body I want to put this pinafore apron over it properly so it won’t be crumpled.” she instructed and became a little irritated when he hesitated. “Oh come on for heaven’s sake I haven’t all day”

The tone of her voice made unsettled him and he did as he was told although feeling decidedly uncomfortable as he did so.

“It won’t bite you it’s only a uniform, hold it closer to your body.” she snapped as he held it almost at arm’s length.

Reluctantly he complied as she drew the frilled apron over the sleeves of the dress and finally noticing his discomfort remarked somewhat mischievously

“Just your size”

He felt his face flush with a mixture of embarrassment and anger but felt she would tease him further if he said anything.

She repeated the process but this time seemed to notice something wrong with the stitching at the hem.

 “Oh it’s badly torn, what was that stupid girl doing to cause this” she remarked and he took it that she was referring to the previous owner of the dress, the under-housemaid. She continued,

 “I just hope there’s a dress dummy in the attic that I can hang it on as you can see I’ll need to pin it all round to repair it properly.”

Does she really think I give a shit about some stupid dress? he said to himself I just want her to stop yapping and leave me alone.

When she was satisfied at the extent of the repair work that was needed she finally allowed him to put down the dress while she removed more from the large closet and laid them on the bed.

“I’ve got something in the oven for our evening meal that I need to attend to and I need to phone for your belongings so you can make yourself useful by matching the aprons with the dresses like I’ve shown you. I expect Madam will be down later to see if you’re settling in properly so I want to make sure everything is in order.”

She gave him no time to answer as she turned on her heel and left him holding a maid’s dress and frilled apron. He was annoyed at the way she’d ordered him to do something so utterly demeaning as hanging a housemaid’s uniforms but her hasty departure denied him the opportunity to protest and he reluctantly did as he was told. Irritated as he was by her attitude he felt relieved  he was alone as he could feel the embarrassment rise in his cheeks when he picked up the first dress and apron he did want anyone one witnessing his extreme discomfort as he went about his task. He was on his last uniform when she returned.

“Not bad” she chirped as she inspected his work “you may make a decent houseboy after all now come along let’s eat.”

He bristled once more at the term houseboy but as they’d already had that conversation he decided there was no merit in contradicting her again and apart from the episode with the uniforms she seemed pleasant enough. He followed her into the kitchen where he was met by the most delicious smell, sitting on the table was the source –a heavy earthenware dish with a golden crust, he hadn’t had a home cooked meal since he left England and he felt his mouth water at the prospect. She motioned him to sit and cut into the pie and handed him the plate. The magnificent aroma made him aware that he had not eaten that day and he wolfed the first few mouthfuls before he remembered his manners and gathered himself to thank her. His obvious gratitude pleased her and he thought perhaps he had been too hasty in judging her after all she was probably in a worse position than him. They had a pleasant conversation and seemed they had shared interests in music, books and art amongst other things maybe having to spend a few weeks here may not be all that bad, he’d stayed in worse places as his money ran low. The sound of the doorbell interrupted their chat and while Greta left the table to answer it he sat back with a second glass of a very fine Burgundy and considered his situation.

Frau Kirchen seemed to have some very strange ideas concerning her employees but from what he’d gleaned from Greta while she may be extremely demanding of those in her employ (he was loathe to even contemplate the word servant) it seemed she was extremely honest in honouring to the letter her side of the contract and expected the same from her hirelings. He reasoned that although the employment arrangements may be somewhat unorthodox the salary was extraordinary and he couldn’t deny the accommodation was very comfortable even if it was the under-housemaid’s room. During the meal Greta had also informed him of his duties and given him a list of chores in the garden which he was to tackle the following morning she’d also mentioned he would also be expected to help around the house. Perhaps it was the wine or maybe he was just coming to terms with  his new surroundings but he was beginning to feel more relaxed about his situation when Greta returned carrying a rucksack.

“Your belongings have arrived” she snorted handing it to him “you certainly weren’t exaggerating when you said you hadn’t much by way of luggage. It makes no difference you can use the clothes you’re wearing for outside and if needs be I’m sure we can find something for you for inside work.”

Usually this would have caused an outburst from him but he thought it would be churlish to remonstrate with her after she had provided such a magnificent meal and the wine seemed to have contributed to his mellow mood so he took this news in his stride.

“Yeah we’ll work something out” he said causally.

“Now let’s get these cleared away it’s almost 9pm and time for Madam’s nightly inspection before you retire for the night.” Greta informed him.

He thought this a bit much as it was not yet 9pm and felt another glass or two of wine with Greta might lead to something.

“You’ve got to be joking? I rarely go to bed before mid-night and I doubt that I’ve been to bed at this time since I was a child.” he lied knowing full well his aunts insisted on a similar bedtime when he stayed at home.

“I wish I was but Madam has strict rules about bedtime for new servants. Her belief is that if servants are to perform to the highest standards then they must have adequate sleep which I suppose is hard to argue with. I know of several establishments where the mistresses treat their servants almost as slaves so it could be an awful lot worse and as I’ve already pointed out we don’t really have a choice. The contract and all that.”

Robert knew she was right of course as there had been several articles in the papers recently about house servants being treated abysmally by their employers however he couldn’t allow this to pass unchallenged.

“That’s’ ridiculous” he sniffed “I never heard anything so.. so…..”

“So what?” a voice from behind him interrupted him mid-sentence.

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