Message-ID: <17292eli$9811190428@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17292.txt> From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: The Countess and the Caretaker - Part Nine 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: <3652cc86.78943138@news.telepac.pt> The Countess and the Caretaker - part nine By Christine Stevenson, http://www.mschristine.com Copyright 1986-1998 Christine and David Stevenson It was raining. Water was pouring down the window pane, and there were constant drips from the balcony above. He had slept eventually, and he was still intact but the fear returned with consciousness and his usual early morning erection did not materialise. A slight stirring in the groin, nothing more. He peered under the bedclothes to examine the device. It was still there. Funny, he kept thinking he was having a dream, but every morning he woke and realised all this was really happening. He touched it gingerly and quickly withdrew his hand when he felt the spikes. He glanced at the clock, it was eight thirty. Only one and a half hours more and he would be free of the awful thing. He slid out of bed and washed his whole body, minus the part which was uppermost in his mind. He dressed and drank three cups of coffee and it was still only nine o'clock. Fortunately he did not have very much to do in the way of work that day, and he decided that once he was released, he would take the day off and celebrate his freedom. He began to pace up and down the room, but very soon realised this did not make the time go any quicker, so he sat down again and stared at the rain on the window. His mind began to wander and eventually settled on the memory of being between her thighs. It was a truly erotic experience. He had never been in that position before in his life, but he soon snapped back to reality when the spikes reminded him not to think of things that turned him on, and there was no doubt in his mind that the Countess had that effect on him. She was extremely sexy. It was now nine thirty, but he could wait no longer and slowly walked up to her apartment. He thought about ringing the bell, but was beginning to realise how the Countess thought, and knew that even one minute before the appointed time would result in some other form of punishment. So he leaned against the wall and waited. The final minutes ticked by, with only one minor panic over the spikes, and then, right on time, he pressed the bell push. Once again the beautifully turned out maid answered the door, and once again he found himself in the living area waiting for an audience. Five past ten; ten past ten; fifteen minutes past ten and then she appeared, looking absolutely radiant. She had obviously had a good night's sleep, unlike his disturbed night. She proffered her hand and he rather clumsily, kissed it. She smiled at his awkwardness, and then pointed to her shoe, pressing on the top of his head, so that he was forced to lower his body. He kissed her shoe carefully and lovingly, praying that if he did this to her satisfaction, she would release him. Instead, she threw the padlock keys onto the floor next to him and made herself comfortable on a chair, where she could watch him extricate himself. He undid his trousers and pulled his pants out of the way, so that he could insert the keys into the locks. He touched himself in the wrong place and winced. The Countess chuckled, she was obviously enjoying the show so far. He tried again and was successful. The one underneath his scrotum was a little more difficult but finally he gingerly peeled the leather off. To his amazement, there was absolutely no damage, and it was with genuine relief that he threw himself at her feet and kissed both of her shoes, heels, soles and ankles. He was so totally lost in this act of adoration, that he did not realise he had the collar round his neck, until he heard the padlock click shut. She patted him on the head and told him he had done very well, but that he still had to learn some more lessons before she would be satisfied with his behaviour. To this end she had decided to take him out with her today. She was going shopping and would need someone to carry her parcels. She had cleared it with the owners of the building and he would be allowed to leave all his other jobs until tomorrow. In short, she had arranged everything. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Each 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 ------------------------------------------------------ sincerely, Christine The Fem Dom Training Software. Runs on all computers (Macs too!) 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