I enter the room where I am to be interviewed and take in what I see.
We are in a sparse, wooden room that I know to be a lobby of the House itself. Standing in front of a desk is a tall, well-built man. He wears a long gown, knotted at the waist. At his sides are two women wearing jet black clothing. Both wear leather collars, I notice. All three watch me stern and unsmiling, as I enter.
One of the women speaks through perfectly rouged lips. "You are Ms. Cavendish?"
I nod. "Yes, Ma'am"
"Sit" she says. With perfect, red nails she indicates a tall straight-backed chair in the centre of the room.
I sit, and out of habit I cross my legs. I see the women stiffen and I realise my mistake. I uncross my legs and part my knees.
The man looks intently at me. He is assessing me, but I know I look good. I am tall, athletic, and today my long black hair is tied up into a severe, formal bun. I am wearing a tight dress, high heels. I watch him looking at me, taking me in. "Do not look at the Master" says the woman to his left.
I immediately look down at the floor. Long seconds pass and I feel all three scrutinising me. I am aware of my body, which as instructed is naked under my tight dress. I feel the shortness of my hem.
The woman speaks again. "You are being interviewed for a position of subserviant in the House. This is an opportunity that, for many women, changes their lives. At the end of your contracted stay with us, you will be independently wealthy. Tell us why you wish to join the staff of the house."
Keeping my eyes on the floor in front of me, I can see the man's feet and legs. I choose my words carefully.
"I wish to serve the House. I wish to surrender my freedom in the knowledge that I am providing pleasure for the Masters of the House. I wish to serve."
"In what way do you wish to serve?" says the woman with the rouged lips. "Be specific."
"I wish serve sexually." I admit.
She speaks again, and as she does, I steal a glance in her direction. Her black clothes reveal her athletic form. I see that she is not only collared, but she also has leather bracelets. I recognize her role. She is an overseer.
"Have you ever been tied, bound or restrained?"
"No, ma'am. My boyfriend would not agree to that."
"Then how do you know that you will be able to tolerate it within the house?"
"Ma'am. I long to be restrained in a way that makes me available to the whims of others. I long to have all choice taken from me and to only live to serve as a plaything for my superiors."
"Tell me more about your desire for subservience. Tell us of your fantasy."
"Yes Ma'am. In my dream, I am naked and kneeling on the floor. I imagine that my hands are tied behind my back, and my Master approaches me. I dream that he opens his trousers to show me his cock, Ma'am."
I am aware now of two things. I am beginning to blush as I share my secret with strangers, and that my pussy is beginning to tingle with excitement.
"Continue" commands the overseer.
"In my dream, Ma'am, he opens my mouth with his firm hand. I wait expectantly with my mouth open. He takes his cock, Ma'am, and pushes it into my mouth. I feel him push it deep into my mouth and I can feel it at the back of my throat. I close my lips around his cock, Ma'am and begin to work backwards and forwards, using my tongue to massage him."
"Why does this excite you?"
"Ma'am, it excited me because I have my freedom taken from me. I am only able to do as I am commanded. I exist only to give pleasure. The cock is my Master and I serve it."
"How will you serve the cock?"
"In this dream, Ma'am, I work my lips over his cock, backwards and forwards, until I feel him swell in my mouth. He cums in my mouth, Ma'am, and I drink his cum."
"Tell me how else you would serve him, this man in you fantasy."
"I will offer my hands to stroke and to hold the cock. I will offer my mouth to take in the cock, Ma'am. I will offer my pussy in the hope that the cock with enter me, Ma'am. I will respectfully ask to be used as the sexual plaything of the Master, and to give him pleasure and to take his cum."
She smiles. She is pleased with my answer.
The tall man stares at me, and I blush under his scrutiny. As last he speaks. "Check her."
The overseers move forward. "Stand" says fingernails. I comply immediately.
"You are to lift your dress."
I reach down and start to raise my dress. As lift the hem it slides up and past my sparsely-haired pussy. I am suddenly self-conscious about exposing my most personal parts to this group of strangers, and I hesitate.
"Lift it all the way to your chin", orders rouge.
I am aware now, more than ever, that I am naked under this tight-fitting outfit. I am acutely aware of my naked pussy and, as I raise it higher, aware of my flat belly. They are all watching. Nervously, I keep lifting my dress, eventually pulling the bunched material over my breasts to let them fall free.
"Part your legs."
I comply immediately and stand with my legs slightly apart. Rouge approaches me with an appraising stare. She reaches down and touches my bare pussy. I do my best not to flinch; I will have to get used to this. She slides her fingers in between the lips of my pussy, and I feel her slip into my cunt. I realise I am already wet. Must have been sharing my fantasy. She withdraws her fingers and nods. A gasp escapes me.
"She is aroused, Sir."
"Good." The Master smiles wryly. "Check her nipples."
The one I think of as Fingernails moves in, and I feel her cup my left breast. I feel her manicured thumb find my nipple. I am very sensitive here and I cannot help but moan slightly. She slides on hand up over the fullness of my breast and gently starts to massage my nipple between her fingertips. I can feel my pussy begin to throb.
I can't help but begin to squirm, wanting desperately to touch myself, to satisfy myself. I forget, and begin to lower my dress, but this provokes a stern response from one of the overseers. "I'd keep still, if I were you." She says.
I lift my dress higher and concentrate on keeping still.
The Master speaks. "Begin." He orders.
The overseer to his left approaches him, and although I still gaze at the floor, I watch in fascination as she undoes the chord holding his gown together in front of him. She opens his gown and lifts it from his shoulders. She carefully folds it and lies it on the desk.
Underneath the gown his body is powerful and lean. His cock stands upright, solid, and straight. I feel the urge to take it my hand, to stroke it. He walks towards me and I feel his breath on my face. I smell a strong, musky odour.
He reaches forwards and cups my breasts in his powerful hands. He begins to massage them, stroking them and weighing them in his palms. I cannot take my eyes off his cock.
Unbidden, both overseers fold elegantly to their knees. One takes his cock in her hand and begins to gently rub the length of his taut erection. The other reaches and holds his balls in her hand, massaging gently. She rubs his thighs and his backside.