My new job (FM/FM) Chapter 5 added (4th of july 2022)
Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2022 8:33 am
This story is set in Norway. The names is given in english. It is also written as a diary entry.
1: I do.
April, 1950.
Dear diary,
I was lived in a small town in the eastern part of Norway close to the Swedish boarder. I was twenty one I meet my future husband for the first time. I came from a middle class family with three siblings. My dad worked as a carpenter and my mum was a stay home mother. After school I started to apply for work, but didn't find anything right away. Finally I saw an add in the newspaper that was for a secretary. I had no expirence, but I felt that I could always try to apply for it. But thought that I would never get it.
A week a letter showed up adressed to me. It was machine written and in a neat white envolope with a stamp. Excited I started to open it and unfolded the white paper that was inside it.
"Dear Miss Fiona Thompson,
I am pleased to inform you that you have been called in for an interview next Thursday at 11 am.
Best wishes and see you then,
Mister Tom Silverston"
I felt like a ton came of my shoulders as I re-read the letter two more times. In joy I told my mother and father. They was very happy for me and since I was the youngest of the three children they had it was a relief for them that all three now had jobs. My oldest sister; Ann, was a registered nurse and my middle sister; Elisabeth (just called Lis), was a journalist in a newspaper.
- I am so happy for you, my mother said.
- I am also, my father said.
- You need to make sure you are dressed in your best cloths, mother said.
- I will, I answered.
I was filled with happiness and joy so I had a hard time to sleep that night.
The days was going along slowly, but then came Thursday.
It was a sunny day with some clouds on the blue sky above. I had dressed in my best white blouse, black skirt that went down to my ankels. I had borrowed Lis's pantyhose and her black heels. The jacket was a black in a slighter lighter color then the deep black skirt. My mother had done my hair and I did my own make up. A small handbag was lent to me by one of our neighbours.
And so was I on my way.
The building was located on the west side of the town. It wasn't a big building, but about three floors and built in bricks. An small parking lot was right outside filled up with cars, bikes and cycles. An sign over the door told me that I was at the right place. I looked at my watch and it was a quarter to 11. I went inside an came into a small hallway with doors on both sides. Some chairs was placed along the wall by the entrence. I took a seat and looked around. The hallway was white and it was silent in it. I could hear some feet walking above me and the doors was all white wooden. I sighed as I sat there. It was a sigh of relief more then of bordom.
- Miss Thompson? A voice said suddenly.
It was a male voice. A gentleman dressed in a blue suit stood suddenly in one of the doors. Since there was no one else there I got up and walked over to him. I extended my arm to him and say hello to him. We shook hands and went inside.
- Please take a seat, he said and setted himself behind a desk.
- Thank you, Mister Silverston.
He looked at the papers infront of him and read them quickly before he looked at me again.
- I need a secretary, but I can't see you have any past expirences as that. Have I understood that correctly? He asked.
- Yes Sir, I have no past expirence as a secretary. I finished school last year and have been looking for work ever since then, I explained.
A small smile formed in his face and he said: - I understand. Work can be hard to come by. I understand your situation, but I can't hire you. However I do need an maid at my house. I am a single man and let's be honest I am not a good person when it comes to cleaning. So if you would say yes to become my maid I can help you somewhat.
First I was disapointed in that he didn't want me as a secretary, but then I heard his suggetion about becoming his maid and I thought that I could do that since I loved cleaning and was a person that liked having order around me.
- I do. I would like that, I heard myself saying.
- Great. Could you start next monday? He asked.
- Of course, Mister Silverston.
- Great. I will look forward to see you then.
He followed me out and I stood outside the building not sure if I had made the correct choice, but if he held his words I would have another job and that would better then being without anything as I saw it. However my father didn't see that way.
- No daugther of mine is going to work as a maid, he said and was angry.
- It is just a sidestep dad. I need work and the only work I have gotten so far is this job. I will continue to look and apply for work. It is just so I can get some expirence. Besides I know that Mrs Rivera's daughter is work as a maid in Oslo. She has better grades then me, I replyed calmly.
- That is true, Thomas, my mother said.
My dad (Thomas) looked over at my mother that nodded. He sat down in the sofa and sighed. He was a proud man, but still it was my life and I was 22 years old and didn't want to live home that much longer. Don't get me wrong dear diary. I love living with my parents, but I am want to feel life and live it without worrying that I might upset my parents bring a man over. Not having to tell them where I go out and with who. Freedom if you understand.
The next day I got a letter from Mister Silverston. He informed me that I was hired as the maid and that he expected me to his house on monday at 8 am sharp and he also included an adress to the house. He was living half way between an small town thirten minutes north of where I lived and this city. The house was marked on a map that he had included and it seemed like it was built in the middle of the forest. I knew on thing and that I had to have my dad to drive me up there, because there was no buses that drove in those parts that early in the morning.
My dad agreed to drive me up there on monday. He wasn't happy about it, but I guess my mother have had a talk with him about this. So he didn't say anything negative about it.
Monday came and I had sleept very little that night. My dad had washed the car for the drive up there. My mum had found some cloths for me and packed them for me. I had removed some of them that night and packed more cloths I liked. I followed my sister Ann's advice about not using to much make up. I also set my hair up into a pony tail as it felt like a natural thing to do for me.
My mother gave me an hug before I sat carefully into the car so not my skirt wouldn't get dirty or my pantyhose. I waved as we drove off and towards my new workplace.
The house was a two store house painted white and with a white fence going around it. It was a forest on three sides of the house; just leaving the front side "naked" with a large garage and shed in front. A grassy garden seemed to stretch from the front to the back side of the house on the right side of the house seen from the front.
My father came to a stop at the fence. He turned towards me and asked nicely: - Are you sure you want to do this, Fiona?
- Yes, dad. I am sure.
- Good luck. Be as good as you can be, he said.
- I will, dad, I said and gave him a hug before I got out of the car.
I waved as he turned the car and drove off. I looked at the clock. It was ten minutes to eight so I walked with my small suitcase down the gravel road and on dot eight I rang the doorbell.
Mister Silverston opened up and he smiled a wide smile when he saw me standing there with my suitcase.
- Welcome Ms Thompson, please enter.
He walked a step to the side so I could walk inside. He closed the door behind me and followed me to what I think was his home office.
We both sat down.
He picked up some papers that he pushed over to me. I carefully took them. It was two papers. Handwritten in a beautiful italic handwriting.
- This is your contract. It states what I expect of you and what your duties are. It also tells you what your pay is and holidays. It also states a very important point on side two that you are sworen to keep things that are said in this household and/or things done in this household a secret. It is very important to me. If you are a person that can't keep secrets then please just leave, he said in a very sure tone.
- I have no problems keeping secrets. You can trust me, Mr Silverston, I said with a very clear voice.
- I hope so. Then there is the issue of your uniform. It is on your bed upstairs and I hope it will fit you. You are to wear it when you are on duty. You have every third weekend off, he stated.
I looked at the contract and saw the points that he stated out.
- Do you want me to sign this now, Mr Silverston? I asked.
- Yes. Please.
I got an pen from him an with a swift motion I signed my name.
- Thank you, he said.
He looked at my signature before he left the papers on the desk and rose from the chair he was sitting in.
- Let me show you to your room, he said and walked in front of me to a room on the second floor.
The room I was given was a large bedroom. It had a bed, a small round table with two chairs, two huge windows with white curtains draped to the side. The floor had a red carpet. Two bookcases and a dresser. A large mirror. Two cabinets for storing of cloths. On the white bedcover was a black dress with an white apron and head dress.
- That is your uniform that you will be wearing when you are in service and this is your room, he pointed out.
- Would you want me to change now? I said and sat down my small suitcase.
- Yes, you may do that. I will down in my office so you can come in there when you are ready, he said and left the room.
- Yes sir, I said and gave a little curtsy as he left the room.
I looked around one more time and took it all in. My own room. It was a lot bigger then that I have had.
An quarter later I walked into his office and dressed in my uniform. It was a little heavier then you expected when you see it, but it fitted me fine. I had used the large mirror to look when I tied the apron ties into a perfect bow in my back. I knew that the head dress was a fit on the middle of my head. He smiled when he saw me.
- You look good in that uniform, he said and walked over to me.
- Thank you, Mister Silverston, I said and gave a small curtsy as he looked me over.
- May I ask if you read the whole contract? He asked kindly.
- I read most of it, I answered wondering what he meant by it.
He pulled out a chair and told me to sit on it. I wasn't sure what to do, but I did as he told me to do since he was my employer now.
I ironed out my skirt and apron.
- Wait here a second, he said before vanishing out of the room.
I looked around and tried to think about what parts of the contract I hadn't read, but I couldn't remember. I could hear him coming in again and suddenly my arms was taken and forced behind me and the chair.
- Hey, I screamed.
He didn't answer me, but he started to tie a rope around the wrists while they was crossed behind the chair back. He tighten the rope a couple of times while knotting the rope three times during the winding of the rope.
- What are you doing?! I screamed.
- What does it feel like? He answered calmly and suddenly he came infront of me.
- You are tying me up. Untie me right now! I pointed out sharply.
- If you had read the contract fully you would have seen that I can do what I want with you as long I am not comitting any crimes. Tying you up is actually listed as one of the things I can do to you as long as I do it as a game or challenge, he said.
- I am not here to play games with you, I protested and I felt a scarf being pulled inbetween my teeth pulling my mouth tightly backwards.
- Much better, he commented when he had tied the gag in the back of my head.
He started to wrap ropes around my upper body tying me to the chair. The ropes went above and under my breasts and was secured in the back of the chair. I tried to protest, but I couldn't speak a word. He tied also a rope over my lap that went under the chair making it harder for me to slide out under the rope held my upper body to the chair. He also tied my legs to left front chair leg.
I was now helpless tied and gagged to the chair and this was only my first day on the job. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 10 am and he sighed.
- I need to go to the office, but if you should manage to get free so is my telephone number on my desk. Call me. See you tonight, he said and kissed me lightly on my forehead.
I blushed of the kiss and heard him heading out. Not long after the car started and I could hear it drive off.
I was alone. Bound and gagged to a chair. And for my new employer this was a game.
I sighed!
1: I do.
April, 1950.
Dear diary,
I was lived in a small town in the eastern part of Norway close to the Swedish boarder. I was twenty one I meet my future husband for the first time. I came from a middle class family with three siblings. My dad worked as a carpenter and my mum was a stay home mother. After school I started to apply for work, but didn't find anything right away. Finally I saw an add in the newspaper that was for a secretary. I had no expirence, but I felt that I could always try to apply for it. But thought that I would never get it.
A week a letter showed up adressed to me. It was machine written and in a neat white envolope with a stamp. Excited I started to open it and unfolded the white paper that was inside it.
"Dear Miss Fiona Thompson,
I am pleased to inform you that you have been called in for an interview next Thursday at 11 am.
Best wishes and see you then,
Mister Tom Silverston"
I felt like a ton came of my shoulders as I re-read the letter two more times. In joy I told my mother and father. They was very happy for me and since I was the youngest of the three children they had it was a relief for them that all three now had jobs. My oldest sister; Ann, was a registered nurse and my middle sister; Elisabeth (just called Lis), was a journalist in a newspaper.
- I am so happy for you, my mother said.
- I am also, my father said.
- You need to make sure you are dressed in your best cloths, mother said.
- I will, I answered.
I was filled with happiness and joy so I had a hard time to sleep that night.
The days was going along slowly, but then came Thursday.
It was a sunny day with some clouds on the blue sky above. I had dressed in my best white blouse, black skirt that went down to my ankels. I had borrowed Lis's pantyhose and her black heels. The jacket was a black in a slighter lighter color then the deep black skirt. My mother had done my hair and I did my own make up. A small handbag was lent to me by one of our neighbours.
And so was I on my way.
The building was located on the west side of the town. It wasn't a big building, but about three floors and built in bricks. An small parking lot was right outside filled up with cars, bikes and cycles. An sign over the door told me that I was at the right place. I looked at my watch and it was a quarter to 11. I went inside an came into a small hallway with doors on both sides. Some chairs was placed along the wall by the entrence. I took a seat and looked around. The hallway was white and it was silent in it. I could hear some feet walking above me and the doors was all white wooden. I sighed as I sat there. It was a sigh of relief more then of bordom.
- Miss Thompson? A voice said suddenly.
It was a male voice. A gentleman dressed in a blue suit stood suddenly in one of the doors. Since there was no one else there I got up and walked over to him. I extended my arm to him and say hello to him. We shook hands and went inside.
- Please take a seat, he said and setted himself behind a desk.
- Thank you, Mister Silverston.
He looked at the papers infront of him and read them quickly before he looked at me again.
- I need a secretary, but I can't see you have any past expirences as that. Have I understood that correctly? He asked.
- Yes Sir, I have no past expirence as a secretary. I finished school last year and have been looking for work ever since then, I explained.
A small smile formed in his face and he said: - I understand. Work can be hard to come by. I understand your situation, but I can't hire you. However I do need an maid at my house. I am a single man and let's be honest I am not a good person when it comes to cleaning. So if you would say yes to become my maid I can help you somewhat.
First I was disapointed in that he didn't want me as a secretary, but then I heard his suggetion about becoming his maid and I thought that I could do that since I loved cleaning and was a person that liked having order around me.
- I do. I would like that, I heard myself saying.
- Great. Could you start next monday? He asked.
- Of course, Mister Silverston.
- Great. I will look forward to see you then.
He followed me out and I stood outside the building not sure if I had made the correct choice, but if he held his words I would have another job and that would better then being without anything as I saw it. However my father didn't see that way.
- No daugther of mine is going to work as a maid, he said and was angry.
- It is just a sidestep dad. I need work and the only work I have gotten so far is this job. I will continue to look and apply for work. It is just so I can get some expirence. Besides I know that Mrs Rivera's daughter is work as a maid in Oslo. She has better grades then me, I replyed calmly.
- That is true, Thomas, my mother said.
My dad (Thomas) looked over at my mother that nodded. He sat down in the sofa and sighed. He was a proud man, but still it was my life and I was 22 years old and didn't want to live home that much longer. Don't get me wrong dear diary. I love living with my parents, but I am want to feel life and live it without worrying that I might upset my parents bring a man over. Not having to tell them where I go out and with who. Freedom if you understand.
The next day I got a letter from Mister Silverston. He informed me that I was hired as the maid and that he expected me to his house on monday at 8 am sharp and he also included an adress to the house. He was living half way between an small town thirten minutes north of where I lived and this city. The house was marked on a map that he had included and it seemed like it was built in the middle of the forest. I knew on thing and that I had to have my dad to drive me up there, because there was no buses that drove in those parts that early in the morning.
My dad agreed to drive me up there on monday. He wasn't happy about it, but I guess my mother have had a talk with him about this. So he didn't say anything negative about it.
Monday came and I had sleept very little that night. My dad had washed the car for the drive up there. My mum had found some cloths for me and packed them for me. I had removed some of them that night and packed more cloths I liked. I followed my sister Ann's advice about not using to much make up. I also set my hair up into a pony tail as it felt like a natural thing to do for me.
My mother gave me an hug before I sat carefully into the car so not my skirt wouldn't get dirty or my pantyhose. I waved as we drove off and towards my new workplace.
The house was a two store house painted white and with a white fence going around it. It was a forest on three sides of the house; just leaving the front side "naked" with a large garage and shed in front. A grassy garden seemed to stretch from the front to the back side of the house on the right side of the house seen from the front.
My father came to a stop at the fence. He turned towards me and asked nicely: - Are you sure you want to do this, Fiona?
- Yes, dad. I am sure.
- Good luck. Be as good as you can be, he said.
- I will, dad, I said and gave him a hug before I got out of the car.
I waved as he turned the car and drove off. I looked at the clock. It was ten minutes to eight so I walked with my small suitcase down the gravel road and on dot eight I rang the doorbell.
Mister Silverston opened up and he smiled a wide smile when he saw me standing there with my suitcase.
- Welcome Ms Thompson, please enter.
He walked a step to the side so I could walk inside. He closed the door behind me and followed me to what I think was his home office.
We both sat down.
He picked up some papers that he pushed over to me. I carefully took them. It was two papers. Handwritten in a beautiful italic handwriting.
- This is your contract. It states what I expect of you and what your duties are. It also tells you what your pay is and holidays. It also states a very important point on side two that you are sworen to keep things that are said in this household and/or things done in this household a secret. It is very important to me. If you are a person that can't keep secrets then please just leave, he said in a very sure tone.
- I have no problems keeping secrets. You can trust me, Mr Silverston, I said with a very clear voice.
- I hope so. Then there is the issue of your uniform. It is on your bed upstairs and I hope it will fit you. You are to wear it when you are on duty. You have every third weekend off, he stated.
I looked at the contract and saw the points that he stated out.
- Do you want me to sign this now, Mr Silverston? I asked.
- Yes. Please.
I got an pen from him an with a swift motion I signed my name.
- Thank you, he said.
He looked at my signature before he left the papers on the desk and rose from the chair he was sitting in.
- Let me show you to your room, he said and walked in front of me to a room on the second floor.
The room I was given was a large bedroom. It had a bed, a small round table with two chairs, two huge windows with white curtains draped to the side. The floor had a red carpet. Two bookcases and a dresser. A large mirror. Two cabinets for storing of cloths. On the white bedcover was a black dress with an white apron and head dress.
- That is your uniform that you will be wearing when you are in service and this is your room, he pointed out.
- Would you want me to change now? I said and sat down my small suitcase.
- Yes, you may do that. I will down in my office so you can come in there when you are ready, he said and left the room.
- Yes sir, I said and gave a little curtsy as he left the room.
I looked around one more time and took it all in. My own room. It was a lot bigger then that I have had.
An quarter later I walked into his office and dressed in my uniform. It was a little heavier then you expected when you see it, but it fitted me fine. I had used the large mirror to look when I tied the apron ties into a perfect bow in my back. I knew that the head dress was a fit on the middle of my head. He smiled when he saw me.
- You look good in that uniform, he said and walked over to me.
- Thank you, Mister Silverston, I said and gave a small curtsy as he looked me over.
- May I ask if you read the whole contract? He asked kindly.
- I read most of it, I answered wondering what he meant by it.
He pulled out a chair and told me to sit on it. I wasn't sure what to do, but I did as he told me to do since he was my employer now.
I ironed out my skirt and apron.
- Wait here a second, he said before vanishing out of the room.
I looked around and tried to think about what parts of the contract I hadn't read, but I couldn't remember. I could hear him coming in again and suddenly my arms was taken and forced behind me and the chair.
- Hey, I screamed.
He didn't answer me, but he started to tie a rope around the wrists while they was crossed behind the chair back. He tighten the rope a couple of times while knotting the rope three times during the winding of the rope.
- What are you doing?! I screamed.
- What does it feel like? He answered calmly and suddenly he came infront of me.
- You are tying me up. Untie me right now! I pointed out sharply.
- If you had read the contract fully you would have seen that I can do what I want with you as long I am not comitting any crimes. Tying you up is actually listed as one of the things I can do to you as long as I do it as a game or challenge, he said.
- I am not here to play games with you, I protested and I felt a scarf being pulled inbetween my teeth pulling my mouth tightly backwards.
- Much better, he commented when he had tied the gag in the back of my head.
He started to wrap ropes around my upper body tying me to the chair. The ropes went above and under my breasts and was secured in the back of the chair. I tried to protest, but I couldn't speak a word. He tied also a rope over my lap that went under the chair making it harder for me to slide out under the rope held my upper body to the chair. He also tied my legs to left front chair leg.
I was now helpless tied and gagged to the chair and this was only my first day on the job. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 10 am and he sighed.
- I need to go to the office, but if you should manage to get free so is my telephone number on my desk. Call me. See you tonight, he said and kissed me lightly on my forehead.
I blushed of the kiss and heard him heading out. Not long after the car started and I could hear it drive off.
I was alone. Bound and gagged to a chair. And for my new employer this was a game.
I sighed!