JJ stood there, her feet rocking from toe to four-inch stiletto heel. She had told her husband that she was cold. However, he knew differently. She was nervous, having just pressed the bell on Somertyn Manor's front door.
It was the night of Janet’s birthday party, and as arranged, the Joneses had arrived an hour earlier than the other two guests, young Ned and Ethan. John and Janet had not yet met them, although Ned had been working there when JJ did, but only at weekends, so their paths had never crossed.
Earnest opened the door and, after the normal greetings, ushered the married couple through to what was Janet’s old changing room. The lines of clothes were still hanging on their racks, although clear polythene sheets now covered each rail.
William was there, fussing over a stack of shoe boxes. As soon as Janet walked into the room, his face lit up, and an uncharacteristic smile formed on his lips. Neither Earnest nor William had seen Janet in four years. Their only dealings had been on the phone with John, and once recently, when he picked up the unsigned NDA and dropped off their list of requests for JJ to return to the manor as a Grade Three Domestic.
The list sat there on the dressing table.
“Good to see you both again,” William announced in his normal metronomic manner as he shook John's hand, although his eyes were more on his wife.
“And Mrs Jones, let’s look at you,” he warmly stated as he gave Janet a welcoming kiss on each cheek.
Janet removed her long coat, and her sparkling, dark green, ankle-length dress came into view. She was wearing it with her highest black patent leather stilettos, black ten-denier thigh-high stockings, and a small black lace G-string. For jewellery, she wore her JJ necklace and matching bracelet, which John had bought her.
The hotwife anklet was locked away at home.
However, there were two more pieces of jewellery, which her husband had purchased for her birthday. Hanging from her ears were two gold earrings with cubic zirconia inlays, and most importantly, on her wedding finger, a gold eternity ring, which had encrusted diamonds inset into it.
Like old times, but with the addition of her husband watching on, Janet performed a slow pirouette for the two older gentlemen. Even though her dress was classier rather than showy, JJ could feel the creeping arousal between her legs as she slowly rotated – the three pairs of men's hungry eyes as she turned.
Earnest made his excuses. Unlike William, he still needed to change into his tuxedo, as he had been helping Mrs Patterson in the kitchen. As he left, he reassured Janet that she didn’t know who was attending the meal and would be leaving soon. That was a relief to the Joneses, as it was well-known that Mrs Patterson was the church gossip.
Once the twirl was finished, the meeting quickly shifted to business matters. John’s NDA was signed and handed over. Janet was already covered by the one she signed six years ago, but they renewed it anyway.
They then discussed the six points that had been originally written on the pub serviette but had since been copied onto paper, first by John and then again by Earnest and William. This time, it was a contract, already dated and signed by the two older men, and there was an answer provided under each point.
1) Changes at Somertyn Manor in the last five years.
There have not been any personal changes since Mrs Jones left Somertyn Manor. There are a few planned, which are scheduled to occur in the near future. For instance, Ethan is joining the team, and Mrs Patterson is retiring as soon as the building maintenance work is complete. That is estimated to be next April. During this time, we will be starting our future project, which is to extend the gardens with a view to opening them up to the public. We will be talking about it extensively during the birthday meal.
2) What exactly is a Grade Three Domestic meant to offer and do?
You will be asked to wear grade one, grade two, and grade three domestic uniforms. As you both already know, the grade three costumes are skimpier than the grade two and one uniforms. The duties will remain the same. However, beyond the completion of the maintenance work, there will be an additional period of new building work and, of course, general landscaping of the garden, which includes planting. Mrs Jones may be asked to assist with these roles.
To clarify: We will not expect Mrs Jones to be ‘in uniform’ during these extended periods. However, we do hope for some compromises when the time comes, for example, wearing her uniform in front of other members of the team who have signed the NDA. Currently, the team consists of only young Ned, Ethan, and, of course, your husband. Mrs Jones will have the final say on all matters not covered in the contract.
Other duties of a Grade Three Domestic include light touching on the skin (no penetration or kissing), requests for clothed special poses, and full nudity. Note: these three items will only occur in private in the presence of either or both Earnest and William. However, if Mrs Jones wants to extend this to other people, then that is down to her discretion. We will not intervene.
Special Note: Because of the future uncertainty, Earnest and William have agreed that recompense will be made in cash at double the rate of a Grade Two Domestic payment. A monetary figure was then given.
When Janet read that, she smiled to herself. As she knew, it was ‘Cash in Hand’, and she would only have to work fifteen hours to be taking home more money than her husband.
3) John has to agree with everything his wife does at Somertyn Manor. If he doesn’t like something, it stops.
We agree, but that's down to Mr and Mrs Jones communicating with one another. If Mrs Jones wants to run around naked and ‘fuck’ every person at Somertyn Manor, we are not going to stop her. We will probably watch and maybe even join in!
That reply had Janet giggling, as it wasn't exactly what she had expected, especially since William had handwritten the word 'fuck'. She couldn’t even imagine him swearing, as he was so proper and correct. The next reply was also not what she expected, either. However, Janet did not chuckle this time, although her husband did!
4) If word gets out as to what Janet was doing at the manor, it stops.
We agree, as we wouldn’t want our reputations tarnished either!
5) Janet is allowed to bring home for the night any uniform she wears that day.
Agreed, but they must be returned washed and ironed.
6) With notice, John is allowed to visit Somertyn Manor and watch his wife work.
Agreed, although if Mr Jones starts working here, it won’t be an issue, especially if we have him in a little uniform too!
With John staring at her, JJ giggled at William’s little joke, which was close to the observation Janet had made when her husband had first suggested that he had a job at Somertyn Manor.
However, two extra points had been added to their list.
7) If you accept the Grade Three Domestic position, tonight we want you to wear the red, shiny slip dress, which is currently on the zero clothes rail.
Both John and Janet looked over at the red dress hanging from the zero-rail and then glanced at each other – they knew that they needed to have another talk.
8) We will also pay Mrs Jones a ten-hour-a-week retention fee until the building maintenance work is complete in April.
That had the married couple smiling and looking at one another, now deeply unsure.
“I'm now going to leave you, Mr and Mrs Jones, and have a look around while you make up your mind.” William stood and then checked his tuxedo suit in the mirror. “If I don’t say so myself, I do feel more like James Bond than the former owner of a men’s fashion boutique.”
He turned towards the couple, who were trying not to titter, William being a little too old to play the secret agent.
“I am going to say goodbye to Mrs Patterson, but do lock the door behind me. When she has gone, I will return and knock.” With those words, William left John and Janet alone to make their decision.
“Well, what do you think?” John asked as he locked the door.
“I think you make a better James Bond than William,” Janet warmly replied, thinking.
On the walk over to Somertyn Manor that evening, JJ had confirmed that she was going to turn the Grade Three Domestic position down, while, perhaps surprisingly, she was more open to becoming a hotwife.
She reasoned that being paid would eventually lead her down the path of becoming a harlot. It was what the school nuns had told her she would become if she shaved her pubic hair. To cross that invisible barrier, JJ needed her husband to tell her to… 'Do it! … Become a Grade Three Domestic!'
The other thought that had made her swing away from working at Somertyn Manor was that her husband had suggested the hotwife idea. He had purchased her the anklet. There were other reasons, too. With being a hotwife, she would have more control, and importantly, her husband could join in, as the naughty game could, to a point, be played together.
However, for JJ, being a hotwife or even working at Somertyn Manor could only happen if her husband told her to do it, as it had to be his decision. That was his role. She was his, and only his, unless he told her differently, and only then would she consent.
At the manor's front door, Janet had been nervous about telling Earnest and William that she was going to turn down the Grade Three Domestic position. Her mind had been set. However, the excitement of slowly rotating in her dress in front of three men had reignited those old feelings, ones that had always been there. She wanted to show her body, wear a uniform, and parade for the older men. Even spread her legs wide as she had done for Hugh… And there was the idea of living without financial worries… It made her resolve begin to weaken.
“So, what do you think now?” Janet tentatively asked her husband. She then carefully stated, “It’s a lot of money… I was certain, and now I feel so mixed up!”
John agreed that it was a small fortune, but it was more important that she was content to do this. He followed his wife over to the shiny red slip dress and reminded JJ, “As I have told you, this has to be your decision… I can only support you in whatever you decide to choose.”
Frustrated at her husband’s lack of decisiveness, Janet inwardly grunted, thinking that he was meant to be a manager and make decisions.
With an air of resolve, John continued, “Look, JJ, if I make the call, I will only be wrong… If I tell you to do it, you might resent me for saying it in six months. The same applies if I suggest you do it and then find you hate it. This needs to come from inside you.”
Janet weakly smiled, knowing part of what John was saying was true, but she didn’t want to choose the wrong answer… She needed her husband to tell her what she wanted.
The dress looked so innocent, just hanging there… But JJ knew that it represented so much more – a new lifestyle, more money than she ever dreamed of earning, and maybe even a new profession, the oldest profession!”
Janet shivered at that thought and internally questioned, “Would she allow her domestic position to go that far?”
However, then it occurred to her, “Apart from the increase in money, there was one other thing that had now been assured, and that was – she had been promised to be in control and have the last decision on anything beyond the agreed rules.”
Janet glanced at her husband, now knowing that this decision was all down to her, but wishing that she could know his innermost thoughts. John had promised his support… And yes, it was a hell of a lot of money.
“It’s a beautiful dress,” Janet suggested, noticing for the first time the hold-up stockings, high strappy heels and black lace panties that went with it, “but it will show a lot more of my body than the elegant one that I have on now.”
John looked at it and then lifted the polythene sheet covering the Grade Three Domestic rail. ”For me, it looks like that dress is at the grade three level, although I have to say that I’m impressed by the number of costumes that are here.”
She looked up from the red slip dress, as Janet had forgotten that her husband hadn’t seen the room before. So she gave a whistle-stop tour of the unused bedroom, a small kitchen, a bathroom, and what was in the living room. There, she pointed to each area: boxes of shoes, clothes racks, underwear drawers, a dressing table, makeup, and a full-length mirror.
There she stopped and held the red dress up in front of her, checking it again.
“I think if I can get through tonight, I will be all right… John. As you might say, it feels like I’m jumping in the deep end. After all, it's been nearly five and a half years since I did this, and I have never worn anything like this in front of strangers.”
There was a gentle rap on the door. It had to be William.
“What are you going to do?” John asked urgently.
Janet smiled, as she didn’t know, but stated. “You know by what colour dress I come out in. I guess it would be red for yes and green for no…” Then giggled, seemingly suddenly unconcerned, “You see… It's not just us who seem to be mixed up at the moment.”
There was another knock.
“Let him in, John. I want to have a word with William, but on my own, and it might take a little time, so don’t be worried if I’m a while.”
“Okay,” her husband replied, wondering but not questioning his wife… It was his way.
He let William in and then, in the corridor, met Earnest, who was now looking very dashing in his tuxedo, which came with a bright red bow tie. On the short walk to the dining room, he confirmed to John that Mrs Patterson had now gone home.
Janet stood there, Williams' eyes scanning her body, trying to see through her shiny, clingy and yet tasteful green dress. She tried not to show her nervousness or the excitement between her legs.
William’s eyes returned to Janet’s, and his lips curled upwards as he asked, “Mrs Jones, have you and your husband decided on the Grade Three Domestic position?”
The moment of truth had arrived.
“I want to take up the role, William.”
The older man’s smile became warmer.
“However… I need to know my husband’s true thoughts on me taking up the job. To put it simply, he is a little coy on the matter, and I need him to tell me that he wants me to accept the job.”
“I see, and you think that I can help?” He coolly questioned.
“You have a certain way, William… Maybe, he would tell you,” Janet remarked, hoping. She then added, while already suspecting the answer. “Also, could I stay dressed as I am for this evening? I have never performed in front of strangers before.”
“That will never do, Mrs Jones… It’s written into the contract.” William pointed to point seven on the unsigned agreement, which was still lying on the dressing table.
“I know… But I thought you might be able to let that go…”
“I don’t think so, Mrs Jones!”
Thinking, William then stated, “Maybe there is another way… but you would need to trust me, and I would need your husband’s agreement and for you to sign the contract.”
Janet looked at William sceptically but then asked, “How?”
“By using hypnotism, I could use it to relax you and get you through this evening. With your husband, Mrs Jones, I would need a list of questions from you. If he agrees to my suggestion, which he will, I would put each one of them to him when we sit down for the meal.”
“You were a hypnotist?”
William smiled. “A conjurer too,” and gradually he opened his hand, a pen now receding in his palm.
Janet nervously took hold of the surprise gift.
“So how do you propose to do this?”
“That part will be easy, as it was all part of my stage act. Without giving away secrets, let’s say it is the way you put over that question.”
“So what’s the plan?”
William explained that once Janet had signed the contract, she would have to change into the red slip dress, and only then would he explain the hypnosis. He finally closed the conversation by stating he would need the questions written down so that she could get honest, direct answers from her husband. However, limit the questions to two because he would likely be under hypnosis for only fifteen minutes.
“Remember, I can only do this if my husband tells me to,” Janet stated.
William agreed and promised to rip up the contract if he didn’t.
As Janet signed the Grade Three Domestic contract, she felt a warm shiver of pleasure rise through her body. She was now on the clock.
William pulled the zero clothes rail close to them and then explained, “The red slip dress was inspired by one worn by a cartoon character in a book called 'Who Censored Roger Rabbit?' I believe they are going to turn it into a film.”
But Janet wasn’t really listening; she was feeling her body come alive, every inch of her skin senses heightened… The moment had arrived. She turned her back to William and said, “Please, will you unzip me?”
“It will be my pleasure,”...
