More than she asked for [brede4me & yume]
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				Title: <strong>More than she asked for [brede4me &amp; yume]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 09:29:15</strong>
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				[picture coming soon. :] ]<br><br>Emily had been working at the company for at least a week now. And since she would be working for only one person there, her boss was the one to interview. Despite how cliched it sounded, Emily fell in love with him at first sight. He was handsome, smart, and carried himself well. She looked up to him with utmost respect, and wanted him to like her. <br><br>She strode into his office, carrying the day's mail. "The mail, sir," she announced. "Some of it is correspondence from previous inquiries."
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than she asked for [brede4me &amp; yume]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 00:37:44</strong>
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				"OK Emily. How about you bring us both a coffee, and then we can sit down and we'll sift through it, sort out the priorities and get replies off.<br>Nice outfit by the way, you look very smart this morning." he remarked, and flashed one of his famous winning smiles at her.<br>"Very very foxy indeed" he thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than she asked for [brede4me &amp; yume]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 05:05:00</strong>
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				She glanced down at her simple secretary outfit, a form fitting button up shirt with a few of the top buttons left undone, a pencil skirt outlining her curves, and three inch heels. "Why, thank you, sir," she said returning a smile. "I'll be back with the coffee," she added before placing the mail down on the edge of the desk. <br><br>Emily strode back into the room she came from, making his coffee just as he instructed her how to on the first day, and another one - a little sweeter- for herself. She brought back the cups, placing his closer to him before sitting, her legs crossed and notepad out. "Ready when you are, sir."
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than she asked for [brede4me &amp; yume]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 14:46:44</strong>
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				After sorting through the correspondence, and organising his meetings and diary with her Mike picked up his coffee, sat back and looked at Emily.<br>"So what do you do in your spare time, you know, evenings and weekends. You must have a boyfriend, a good looking girl like you."<br>Mike actually wanted to know if there were any complications to what he was scheming.<br>"Do you have a part time job, you know, for a little extra cash. It comes in handy sometimes doesn't it?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than she asked for [brede4me &amp; yume]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 06:44:57</strong>
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				Emily closed her leather bound notepad and thought for a bit. "Well, I do spend a lot of time with friends," she said. "We go shopping most of the time, bars and clubs on Friday and Saturday night. Sunday to recover from it all," she laughed. <br><br>"No, no boyfriend. No one has caught my eye in a while," she said. "And this is my only job, although a small and easy part time would be rather nice." Emily tilted her head inquisitively. "Why do you ask?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than she asked for [brede4me &amp; yume]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 16:59:58</strong>
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				"It is just that, well you probably wouldn't be interested, but I need a part time housekeeper. <br><br>Part time, little work, well paid, but I guess you wouldn't be interested."<br><br>Mike pretended to transfer his attention to some papers on his desk, but his ears were pricked up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than she asked for [brede4me &amp; yume]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 09:36:16</strong>
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				Emily tilted her head. The random topics seemed to confuse her a bit, but she shrugged. "I could use a side assignment," she said. "What time did you want me to show up to tidy up your place?" she asked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than she asked for [brede4me &amp; yume]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 23:51:28</strong>
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				"Show up at 7 Emily. We can discuss the work then and see if it suits you. I'll pay you for the evening even if you decide the duties I require are not for you."<br>Mike looked at his diary. "Oh, I see I have a conference call due with the SSM scheduled. Could you patch us through.<br>He knew it meant her going back to her desk to do that, he was getting quite hot looking at her in her pencil skirt.<br>He had some planning to do for the evening. he was surprised how easily she agreed to his 'offer'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than she asked for [brede4me &amp; yume]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 06:57:45</strong>
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				"Alright, sir," she said. "I'll have them patched through right away," she said. She strode out of the room, and with a few push of the buttons, the conference call went through. Emily took the time to make sure all of her work was done and that things that needed to be prepared were ready for the next work day. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than she asked for [brede4me &amp; yume]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 13:51:13</strong>
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				Mike finished his calls, then went through to Emily's office.<br>"I have some errands to do, so I'm going off early today." Mike said<br>"So I'll see you about 7 then?"<br><br>He left and went to several stores, buying in his requirements for Emily. The purchases were out of the ordinary, and Mike had a semi permanent erection in the car on the way home as he thought about what her had bought, and what use he was going to put them to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than she asked for [brede4me &amp; yume]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 23:49:34</strong>
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				Emily nodded. "I'll be there," she said with her usual smile. When it was time for her to clock out for the day, she got in her car and drove over to her boss' house. She didn't really think much of the idea of going to her boss' house after work, but then she didn't think he'd tell her to do anything beyond basic cleaning instructions. <br><br>At the stroke of 7, Emily pushed the doorbell. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than she asked for [brede4me &amp; yume]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 17:47:19</strong>
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				Mike opened the door to let her in, and gestured for her to come inside. He then closed and lockedand bolted the door.&nbsp; He gestured her to follow...<br><br>He took her through and gave her a tour of the main floor of the house, which consisted of a his study, adining room, and a top of the range kitchen.&nbsp; <br>"Thatdoor," he pointed at a heavy oak one with no knob, and only locks,"leads to the cellar.&nbsp; That is off limits unless I am with you."<br><br>Turning,he lead her up a flight of stairs, which lead to a hallway. He walked to the first doorway,and opened it.&nbsp; "This is your room, should you ever need to stay.&nbsp; There is a bathroom attached."<br><br>Theroom was simple in its design and furniture.&nbsp; There was a wooden bed with four shortposts, a desk and a dresser. That was all.The bathroomed bathroom had no door separating it from the rest of the room. It had a shower with a clear glass door, and a large tub, a toilet and bidet.<br><br>"Theother room on this floor is the laundry.&nbsp; You'll find all manner ofcleaning supplies there also. <br>Now, in the dresser is the uniform I'd like you to wear whilst you are here. You can change when I leave. The bottom dresser drawer has several of them - you maychoose whatever color you like for today.<br>Then go to the kitchen andprepare my supper.&nbsp; You can use whatever you find in the pantry andfridge.&nbsp; I'll be in my study.&nbsp; You can find me there if you havequestions, or need any clarification."<br><br>He turned and left, notgiving her a chance to say anything, but with an unseen smile on hisface.&nbsp; He wondered how she would react when she opened the bottomdrawer. The uniform, of course, wasnothing of the kind.&nbsp; It was what he wanted to see her in... silkcamisoles and boxers, in white, red, blue, and tan.&nbsp; No socks, shoes,or stockings, just the undergarments...
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than she asked for [brede4me &amp; yume]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 07:59:09</strong>
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				Emily felt like this was a bit strange, he was giving her a tour with some rules, a place to stay and a uniform? Definitely not just a job to tidy up the place, but not wanting to bail out of a job so soon, she agreed. "Alright. I'll get changed and start dinner." <br><br>She went to the dresser and opened the bottom drawer, finding only the silk camisole and boxers. She checked the rest of the drawers to see if maybe the uniform was in a different drawer, but that was all she found. She picked up the blue set and went out to the hall. "Mike?" she called out. "I think you might have misplaced the uniform. There's only undergarments here." She glanced down at them, they were pretty nice to wear, she was eying something similar before when she had a boyfriend. At the very least she could wear them over her own bra and panties. She went back into the room and took off her blouse and skirt, slipping the given clothes on. She kept her thigh high stockings and heels on, before retracing steps back to the kitchen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than she asked for [brede4me &amp; yume]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 14:05:53</strong>
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				Mike waited in the dining room for dinner to be served, telling Trish he would be there, and to lay a setting for each of them.<br><br>She had erred badly in putting additional clothes on under her uniform, and she would have to pay. He wondered how she would react to praise and punishment, and whether he would see the signs of a true submissive that he was seeking.<br><br>She had everything he wanted and more. the only thing he was not yet sure of was how she would react as he developed the true reality of what he wanted of her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than she asked for [brede4me &amp; yume]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 07:03:57</strong>
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				Emily went to the kitchen, whipping up some pasta and taking some bread in the pantry to toast on the side. Nothing spectacular, as Emily was far from a gourmet chef. She put the pasta in a serving bowl and balanced the bread on another plate before taking it into the dining room. "Here's what I could...make," she said placing the bowl and plate down. "Is there anything else I need to do before I start cleaning, sir?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than she asked for [brede4me &amp; yume]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 13:02:04</strong>
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				"Yes Emily, there is. I asked you to wear a uniform. I did not permit, or ask you to wear anything else.<br><br>Remove your other clothing now for me."<br><br>Mike wanted Emily to realise straight away that if she was going to please him, she had to obey his orders to the letter, and the sooner she started the better it would be for both of them.<br><br>Of course he didn't want her to be perfect, or the opportunity for punishment would be missing. He wanted her to taste and accept punishment as that was necessary for her development.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than she asked for [brede4me &amp; yume]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 03:11:48</strong>
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				She slipped off her heels and took off her stockings. "Is it really necessary for me to remove my bra and panties as well?" she asked. "I'm..not used to cleaning in just a camisole and boxers, no matter how nice they are." Emily was very hesitant on removing them, as it would require her to either go back to the room to change or for her to strip in front of her boss. But his tone suggested that he wasn't going to let her go back and change in privacy.
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