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When I first saw the job offer for a governess, a benign smile came across my face. The term ”governess” is a little bit antiquated, isn't it? I couldn't right away classify in my mind what being a governess meant, so I did some research to get a better idea about this application.

I found many varied (and frankly crazy) descriptions and explanations about the activity of a governess, or as they're often called, a "nanny". Obviously, a family is looking for someone who will take care of their children in the home, striving to teach them in a modest and gentle way. That sounded like a simple enough job, so I decided to go interview with the family.

I drove to their stately home, and I was speechless at first. There before me, an old but beautiful villa stood on an exquisitely cultivated estate. The front door of the house was impressive. Instead of a doorbell, I found only a nice door knocker, which I used to announce my arrival.

The man of the house came quickly and opened the door. He looked very strict and stern, and after only a few words, he asked that I come sit in the gigantic living room. He explained that he wanted to give his family a present, but he would need to check if I was suited for the work of a governess.

No sooner than we had entered the room, he left me there alone. His absence gave me the chance to take a breath and to take a closer look around to learn more about this grand house. It seemed the family preferred classical furnishings. The living room was adorned with dark and heavy, but lovely, furniture that gave the room a nice comfortable and aged look. Right away I noticed that there were no TV sets or other electronic devices. Obviously this family was different, but I was sort of expecting something like that, given that they were looking for a governess. As the big door to the room opened again, I immediately recognized just how different this family was.

The father introduced his wife and their two children. The room was slightly dark, so I could not see them very well. As they came closer, I first saw the son, who wore exactly the same suit as his father, only in miniature tailored form. Classical and elegant. As they came closer, I also more clearly saw his daughter and wife, and I was really shocked.

The young girl stood in front of me in a classic black mini dress and white stockings. The mini dress drooped down her hips, and after fixing my focus on her more closely, I recognized it was made of latex. I was fascinated how this girl walked so casually wearing latex clothes, and I was wondering if she didn't know the visual effect that latex has on men. However, as I saw the landlord's wife, I was even more perplexed. This was a very beautiful woman with long blond hair, tightly pulled into pigtails. She stood in front of me in a tight black latex catsuit. Her full body was in rubber, the only flesh exposed was her beautiful face. Over this latex catsuit she wore a black rubber corset. It was very classical in high style but extremely tight. Honestly, I was wondering how she could even breathe with this extreme corset binding her. I was looking to the husband and to his rubberized wife, and I could not understand this contrast between them.

I surely must have looked very confused, perhaps even irritated, because the landlord quickly explained: ”We realized it's a great advantage if women wear rubber fashion.” With these words, his wife handed me a box and the father continued, ”We presume that you will also wear latex in our house.”

I didn't know how I should react to this situation. The lady brought me to a room where I should change into my outfit. I think I was still shocked because I simply could not comprehend this strong contrast between the husband's traditional tailored suit and this more than modern rubber fashion.

In the changing room, I took a deep breath and opened the box. It was no surprise to find black latex leggings, a black latex corset, and a transparent latex top. It would appear that this latex get-up is what this family was awaiting to see on their new governess. It was not really a problem for me to wear latex. I was just wondering which jobs would follow in this household, especially if I needed to wear this transparent latex top.

I dutifully undressed out my sweet summer dress and tried to get myself into these obviously too tight latex leggings. After what felt like an eternity struggling to pull them on, my latex leggings were finally where they should be. The top, in contrast to the leggings, was much easier to pull on. As I saw myself in the mirror, I couldn't suppress a sarcastic smile, because I recalled very well the traditional image of a governess (think of the proper and prim "Mary Poppins"), and let me tell you, this vision of the girl in the mirror -- tight latex leggings, thin transparent top revealing big boobs and pierced nipples -- was not the image of a governess. And didn't my application say that I should be prepared to expel the children's naughty thoughts and behaviors?

I wasn't sure any more if this job would be a good decision, but before I could even change my mind, the landlord's wife charged into the changing room without knocking, wearing her own impressive latex corset. She eyeballed me up and down and simply said I also need to wear the latex corset. Without further ado, she helped to squeeze me into my corset. She took a few pulls, and tighter and tighter it drew around me, almost to the point of making me feel sick. I saw in the mirror how much she contracted my waist, but compared to her own compacted waist, mine was practically nothing.

"Follow me," came her instruction, and we walked back to the living room. The father and his son, almost looking bored, were sitting at the couch while the daughter was polishing her white latex stockings. Without wasting words, the landlord explained the governess application: ”The decent education of my son is my personal mission. I will not give over his upbringing to anyone else, but we need a governess for my daughter. Our hired lady will show her how she will be a good wife and satisfy her future man. If you do a good job with this objective, you will never need to think about money troubles.”

I was appalled and enchanted at once.

That was not at all my expectation when applying for the job of governess, and I was still not even convinced that this job could even be called that of a governess. However, the promised life without financial concerns was an awesome and seductive offer. But could any of this be good for this little girl?

Almost impulsively, I started flirting with the landlord, playing with all my female attributes. Normally, I don't wear latex fashion to tempt men, but I nonetheless know from visiting dance clubs how I get my free drink, if you know what I mean. So I was showing off all my charm and sex appeal. By looking at the eyes of the parents I gathered that I was doing what they were expecting of me. Slowly, I began to undress out my tight corset, which was a beautiful and, literally, liberating feeling for me. Unbound from that tight corset, I could move with more passion, as if in a trance. It was a beautiful moment, enjoying that all eyes were on me. Slowly, I continued pulling my transparent latex top up higher and higher, until my naked breasts sprung out from under the top.

My dreamy moment was stopped very abruptly with a loud shout from the father: ”Stop that! What do you think you are doing here?” I was frightened. I asked what was wrong with my flirting? I thought I was just doing what he was implicitly asking me to do. He spit out his rebuke, that it was unbounded cheekiness that I should undress in this way in front of his children, to bare my naked tits in front of them. All of my courage and confidence disappeared with his admonishment.

Honestly, I could not understand his explanation, his logic. After all, he asked me to dress in these extremely tight latex leggings and this tight latex corset that his own wife wrenched me into. I was also wearing a transparent latex top where everyone could already plainly see my big boobs and even my Nipple Piercings. But apparently he thought that this wild and tempting latex outfit was somehow far more prim and proper than simply being naked. Is it really that different to wear something transparent than to bare one's skin?

Guys, I'm curious to hear your opinions! Fortunately, someone was taking some pictures during my visit, documenting my short stint, applying to be a governess. Maybe you can explain to me what went wrong -- is this latex outfit that the manor family stuck me in really "less dirty" that merely showing my boobies? Please let me know what you think, and what you liked about this job's uniform.