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From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson)
Subject: In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Part Six.
In The Bank Manager's Cupboard.
Part Six.
(Part five posted to yesterday)
Copyright: 1986 thru 1997. Christine Stevenson.
Karin must be preparing herself some breakfast, he
could smell bacon. To cap it all he was hungry! He had
an idea, he would go down wrapped in a sheet, explain
about the uniforms and ask for his own clothes.
He got to the top of the stairs and looked down to see
Karin eating a hearty breakfast, she was watching a
large video screen on the wall.
Karin was shaking her head and tutting, he looked at
the screen and was stunned. There, larger than life,
was himself kneeling and looking through a keyhole
while wanking furiously. On the screen he could see his
own face screwed up with obvious lust, and the effort
to see through the keyhole. He staggered back to his
room, flopped back onto the bed, putting his head in
his hands he tried to think his way out of this mess.
Every minute the mire seemed to be getting deeper.
He looked up to the corner and spotted the lens under
the light, he realised just how much could be on that
video tape. She would now know just how long he must
have been watching her!
He got up and stepped back into Karin's room, there in
the corner he saw a similar lens. He checked her
bathroom, there too. A modern security building,
camera's everywhere! He supposed that every apartment
was the same, presumably the owners could tape any room
they wished to. Perhaps it was quite reasonable that
Karin would have left the security system on in his
room, he was after all a stranger in her home. He
realised that he would have to play along with her for
a while, just to see where it was all leading.
A speaker on the wall, which he had not previously paid
any attention to, now crackled into life. "David, I am
waiting, I will give you sixty seconds to get down
here. Dressed as my maid!"
Spurred into life by Karin's voice, he grabbed a maid's
dress and panties and slipped quickly into them,
rushing downstairs. At least with his nakedness covered
he looked half decent.
Karin was looking at her watch. "We had better add
punctuality to the list of your training requirements."
She looked up from her coffee and raised her eyebrows,
"And dressing!" Angrily she questioned him, "Why are
you not wearing your stockings, suspender belt and
shoes?"
David stammered, "I...... I...... I..... Don't think
I.... I... I.... want to go through with this. You
can't be serious!"
Karin threw back her head and laughed heartily. "I
think you had better take a look at yourself," she
decided.
Karin pushed the play button on a remote control. David
looked up at the screen and saw himself sitting on the
bed, head in his hands. A voice is heard, "David, I am
waiting, I will give you sixty seconds to get down
here. Dressed as my maid!" He saw himself leap to his
feet, and quickly scrabble into the maid's uniform. He
watched himself pull on frilly panties and dash from
the room.
Karin got up, strolled over to the downstairs video
recorder and ejected the tape. She put another cassette
in the machine and David wondered what was to happen
next. David was still contemplating what he had seen.
Taken totally out of context anyone who saw it would
conclude..... God knows what?
He heard her slam the safe shut, and realised that the
video tape was now in there with those contracts. Karin
looked meaningfully at the safe and said simply, "Power
of attorney! I don't think you have much choice in the
matter!" Then she strolled back to the table and
resumed her seat. "Now, I think it is about time your
training started, you have a lot to make up for. Get
upstairs and dress properly! Then get into the kitchen
and make me another coffee." She barked, "MOVE!"
Karin grinned as he dashed upstairs, he was a lot
easier to bully than she had expected. Pushing the
record button on the remote control once more, she
laughed as she watched him on screen. He was fumbling
as he tried to dress in stockings, high heels and
suspender belt. He didn't know whether he was coming or
going.
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