I know it's wicked but sometimes in life we have to use our abilities to get our own way. I had this idea for the month after watching a Documentary on the TV. People are just so naïve, they see my name with an MA in Psych and they trust me, oh if you could see the wicked smile on my face I'm sure you wouldn't trust me with the affairs that these foolish people did…
I rang the estate agents to confirm that the house would be available for the whole month. I had to have a month to build trust up. I smiled as I put down the phone, my insides tingling with utter excitement. The posters were out, and I had already sixteen replies and what a lovely mix, eight of either sex. My lover would be with me the whole month and was as equally excited as I by my whole scenario.
Stepping through the door of the house, I marveled at its beauty. Even at 7 am this was a thrill. It had a beautiful hallway with grand stairs leading up to the many huge bedrooms, most of which are en-suite. The downstairs had a small ballroom, a large dining room, a lounge, and library, breakfast room and a wonderful conservatory. The basement had the usual kitchen, larder, and servants quarters. The attic area also had room for sleepers. There were no limits of room for expansion during the course of the coming month. The entire décor was that of the 18th century and it just screamed English to me. I called to the staff that I had hired for the month.
"Ladies and gentlemen, ok I need to make clear to you what your duties for this month shall be. Anyone who is not sure right now, I'd like you to leave and we shall say no more." Taking a pause I looked at all of them, searching for any trace of doubt.
"Err…Ms Morden, I know you said at the interview that nudity was required at all times, but I'm kitchen staff…" she trailed off, a shy looking blonde, her cheeks flushed from having spoken out.
"Oh, I'm not such an ogre dear Lady as to insist that you be naked in the kitchen, you may wear an apron of course"
"But just an apron?"
"Yes! Now if you are uncomfortable with that you may leave now!"
"No Madam I don't want to leave, just asking is all" She shuffled nervously and lowered her gaze. The rush of joy from my power in this situation thrilled me no end. I smiled to the rest of the staff.
"OK, now the rules. You will work twelve-hour shifts; those of you dedicated to nights shall do eight hours. I expect nudity at all times, an apron or pinny shall be worn if and when dealing with anything to do with food. Men make note that you will need an apron to just cover the lower body; women shall wear an apron to cover breasts and pubic area. When not dealing with food, I expect total nudity. I require that all of your pubic area to be bald, that also includes you men. I want all your genitalia smooth and visible at all times. When seated I expect rules of all etiquette to be ignored. Both men and women shall seat with legs as wide apart as is comfortable. Is that understood?" The group nodded and I noted a couple of the men were clearly aroused by my command.
"You are not slaves, you are not whores or rent boys. Nothing shall happen to you unless it is of your consent. If a guest propositions you, then you have every right to refuse. This will be, of course, a very sexually charged time for everyone, that is why I have also hired security guards who will be available twenty-four hours a day for your protection. I demand that you carry your personal alarm at all times, it is to be worn around your neck; and yes that also means you men, men can be raped too! If you wish to have sexual relations with anyone, and as long as you are not on duty, anything goes. You may sit in on any of my lectures if you are not working, on days off you may either go out or join in the activities.
Right now, that is all you need to know, you already each know your individual duties. Now, I would like you to go into the main hall and there you shall remove your clothes and have the beauticians deal with any pubic hair. There will be a choice of wax or shaving. These ladies shall be available for you all each evening from 7pm till 8pm. We will work out a rotation so that all the staff will not disappear at once. Of course waxing means that you won't have to go through with it everyday. Now! off you all go."
They filed out into the hall, and as I watched they nervously dispensed with their clothing, eyes darting all around the room to see each other's bodies. What a delicious sight! Not all super models, but bodies of all ranges of perfection. Some of the group were large ladies and men, scaling down to almost skinny. My eyes caught a pair of men looking at each other with hunger, obviously shocked by their attraction. Chuckling to myself I settled down to watch the preparations.
One lady had what I considered perfect genitalia once covered by her bush, now as it was uncovered by the waxing, I could seethe wetness forming, a glow emanating from her body as many of the room raptly watched her. Again I chuckled as I watched people delight in the exhibitionism they I told them they were free to explore. Well pleased with my choice of staff I left to deal with other matters.