Message-ID: <17109eli$9811100529@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17109.txt> From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: The Countess and the Caretaker - Part Six Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <36471030.79737741@news.telepac.pt> The Countess and the Caretaker - Part Six. By Christine Stevenson, http://www.mschristine.com Copyright 1986-1998 Christine and David Stevenson His hand moved down his body to the black panties. Even after his experience, he had kept them on, and his first erection of the day was stronger and more powerful than usual, fired by the combination of his memories and the feel of the black silk next to his skin. When he came, it was in strong spurts, with no need of any stimulation from his magazine. He was reluctant to get out of bed and start his day. On the one hand, he longed for another encounter with the Countess, on the other, the thought filled him with not a little trepidation. He showered and lovingly washed the knickers, knowing it would take most of the day for them to dry. The thought crossed his mind, that he should have stolen two pairs, but quickly fled when he remembered the caning. He manoeuvred his naked body in front of the mirror, and just as he suspected, the lines were clearly visible on his buttocks. Having studied them for a few minutes, he dressed and drank his usual cup of coffee. He tried to concentrate his mind on the tasks ahead, but the revelation that her pretty, petite maid was in fact a man, kept forcing its way to the forefront. He would never have suspected it; he was very good - "she" was very good, even quite sexy. He rinsed his coffee cup and wondered if the maid had been trapped into servitude or had chosen that life. Everything went round and round in his head as he made his way to the lift. There was some sort of short circuit in the electrical panel, that was taking people to the wrong floors, and he had to fix it today, before anyone else complained. His apartment was in the basement of the building, along with the laundry room. The lift did not go down to the basement, so he had to walk up one flight of stairs to the foyer. The designers had obviously felt that providing a laundry chute in each apartment was sufficient, and that all the hired help could walk that final floor to complete their washing tasks. Although, he did know for a fact that some of the tenants insisted their maids used the back stairs all of the time. Having locked the lift doors open, he got down on his hands and knees and unscrewed a panel situated in the back left hand corner. A mass of wires was revealed and he started to look for the problem. He had been working on it for about fifteen minutes, when he became aware of a presence behind him. Towering, once again above him, was the Countess. Having attracted his attention, she moved forward a few more steps, until she stood directly over his head. All his attention was now focused on the view he had been presented with. He caught a glimpse of black stocking top and creamy thigh, and strained to see further, but the leather skirt threw tantalising shadows, obscuring his objective. He could feel he was getting excited and hoped she would not notice, but the bulge between his legs betrayed his thoughts. He twitched nervously, at the same moment as the Countess tossed a piece of paper on the floor next to him. Then she turned on her heels, walked through the foyer and out of the building. He grabbed the piece of paper, tearing the corner in his eagerness and frustration. It read, "Obviously you are still unable to control yourself. Report to my apartment at eight o'clock sharp. Wear the knickers." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Each daily episode of this story is being posted simultaneously to the DOMestic mailing list. ------------------------------------------------------ The DOMestic mailing list is free of charge. Subscribe in subject line:- DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com Moderated by David & Christine Stevenson. Subscribe online at http://www.mschristine.com/domestic.html ------------------------------------------------------ The Fem Dom Training Software. Runs on all computers (Macs too!) Advises on how best to train your husband/lover. http://www.mschristine.com/program.html mailto:program@Ms-Christine.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>