"Well Ol' Blonde Brain" I thought to myself...."maybe this time you'll end in a nicer job". Looking round the coffee shop, I put my cup down and very carefully picked up my small bag of clothes and things and headed off to the bus stop. I mean, I'm nearly out of money but can type and add up, and, thinking to myself more, I might to better in a less pushy private office environment.

With these thoughts running in my head, I finally reach the bus stop and re-read the advert. "Well....here goes", I think to myself as the bus rattles it's way down the lane and finally rolls to a stop. The big kindly lady driver asks, "Yo gonna be okay...errr..Missy?" I heard the catch in her voice and grinned, "I'll be fine..besides I can always find a dry tree and wait for you to come back". "Hmmm......well....'kay".

I waited for the bus to depart, it's lights fading into the distance, grinning to myself at the big drivers words. "Missy"...well I thought, who could blame her, I'm in my one and only dark grey skirt suit and the heels to match. I know I'm not very tall or exactly, umm, well built. That's of course why my skirt hangs smoothly at the front and rides over my wide ass. With these thoughts running through my head, I slip my heels off and pull on my Reeboks for the long walk up the lane, as the rain drizzles down.

Eventually, the big mansion hauls itself into view, like a big ocean liner cutting through fog. The lawns are immaculate and contained by gravel paths. "Ohh, well...seems very quiet", I mutter to myself and more in hope than expectation I stop at the huge iron gates. Gates big and tall enough to hold a gorilla. The rain starts to fall harder so I finally press the speakerphone.

And again when there is no answer. Sighing away, I turn to look around to see if there is another entrance, when after a whisper of sound the gates rattle. With a squeak of fear, I move backwards from the gates and the big, huge dog on the otherside of the gate. A big dog in fantastic condition, huge and very scary. I back away further when a strong but soft voice startles me.

"Can I help?" I turn to one side and have to look up to see the mans face. His masculine power and strength ever so evident and the dog now sat calmly behind him. "Umm...I'm her for the accounts and secretaries job". I speak softly and with some nervousness as the dog walks to the gates. With a soft click the gates swing open and I walk through. "I'm ever so sorry about the shoes....but I wanted to save....." and as I speak his voice cuts across me, "Enough young lady. Enough." I fall silent as the dog glides closer. "Hmmm..." he pauses and I can feel him assess me, and I know, just know he is the Master of the House..."Young lady...best stay on the paths for the moment until he gets to know you"

With that the Master snaps a heavy, heavy pink and silver bracelet on my left wrist and ushers me along the path, the big dog behind him. Reaching the front door, he points to the corner, "Leave your bag there please, the servants will keep it safe" "Errr, umm, what about my shoes?" He looks down, "Yes of course you're right. Take them off please, I don't want to get too much dirt round the house" I bend over and slide the Reeboks off and leave them with my bag. Looking round, I can see plenty of normal doors but one has a keypad on it, picked out in black and silver.

As we walk, I'm certain I heard crying and maybe even moaning but I shrug off such stupid noises. It is after all a huge house. By the time we reach our destination, I realise the keypad we've passed through is marked in pink and silver. When we enter the 'office' I'm amazed...it's big and has every modern gadget and who ever decorated it has great taste. Seeing my grin, the Master turns to me, eyebrow raised. "Well, ummm, Sir...I've never seen such a nice secretary's chair....it looks big and soft and it even has arms."

With a slight smile, he leads me into his dark, masculine study and sit's down. "Well then, do you want the job?" Hell yes is my thought. "Umm...the pay seems very generous Sir but what about my place to stay?" With an airy wave, the Master just grins. "Contracts first young lady". The Master points to a chair and passes me a heavy gold pen. I read the contract but look up at the section on 'Reasonable Correction'. "Sir, umm....." blushing hard I explain that I'm terrified of canes and whips and ropes.

I can see the expression on Masters face stiffen "I'm sorry I wasted your time Sir..." Stumbling out of the chair I start to cry, in anger at myself for being so hopeful about working in such a nice place. Again I'm certain that I heard a moan but before I can react, I feel a solid grip on my arm and as I'm led away I heard Master say, "She'll do. She's frightened and obeadient. Make sure though her bracelet only allows her access to the areas she needs to be" Head down I stumble out of the room and back though the main office.

I can feel myself being gently led to another doorway on the same level, and my wrist is held up to the keypad. With a sharp snick, the door opens a fraction. "Wow again". I think to myself, "it's a nice two roomed suite. With a bathroom and TV".

I walk into the bedroom, my feet sliding and sinking into the carpet. I turn around and look at the 'help'. He speaks softly but clearly, "Firstly what's your name?" "Dido, I'm Didoanna" grining "or Dido Annabel if I'm being told off" He nods and then his next words wipe the smile off my face "Hmm...I wouldn't aim to get told off Dido..there are...umm...consequences" With a smile he continues, "Ohh and Master is very serious about security, please, for your own sake, only use the doors with the pink and silver keypad. Try and use any other without permission and Master will be displeased. Likewise do not cross the black paint line on the stairs to the upper floors....for your own sake"

With that he turned abruptly and left. Again, as he left I'm positive I heard a scream again. Creepy old mansion. Still, at least I'm warm and dry. So things are looking up.