Message-ID: <17321eli$9811191901@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17321.txt> From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: The Countess and the Caretaker - Part Three 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: <36430d85.504176692@news.telepac.pt> The Countess and the Caretaker - Part Three. By Christine Stevenson, http://www.mschristine.com Copyright 1986-1998 Christine and David Stevenson He reached for a pair of black silk panties - they were so cool and sensuous as he held them to his cheek. He thought of the Countess wearing them, and sniffed at them for some scent of her. He found he was getting uncontrollably excited, and had an overwhelming desire to put them on, so that he could enjoy the moment to the full. What could be the harm? She would not miss them, she must have hundreds, and he could always slip them into the dirty washing basket on the way out. Why not? Live dangerously! He also thought he had plenty of time, so he slipped his overalls off and the black silk on. The shivers of anticipation were nothing to the excitement he now felt. He could not resist the temptation to see how he looked in them and searched the room for a full length mirror. He opened the last of the many wardrobe doors and there he was, staring at himself, in all his glory. It was at this moment he heard the front door open and the voice of the Countess giving instructions to her maid, as to where to put the new clothes she had just bought. In a blind panic, he grabbed his overalls and his tools and dived into the wardrobe, pulling the door closed behind him. Fortunately, it was fairly spacious and the door was slatted, allowing plenty of air and a view of the room, but he was sure his thumping heart would give him away, it sounded so loud to him. Beads of sweat stood out on his forehead. He would never be able to explain this; he would be humiliatingly dismissed from his job. Why had he been so stupid - he should have known better and controlled himself. The maid came into the room and started to walk towards the wardrobes. Oh no! She was going to hang the new clothes up. Not in this one - please - not in this one. He held his breath, as she opened the door next to him, and proceeded one by one to unpack and store each garment. It all seemed to take an eternity, until, at last, her task complete, she closed the door and walked out of the bedroom. He exhaled quietly and waited, hoping they would both go out again. He dare not move and decided he had no other choice but to stay where he was. He glanced wistfully at his watch, it was five minutes past five. The Countess came in next, slid her coat off and threw it casually onto a chair. She walked purposefully over to the bed, and studied the underclothes, then she walked over to the window and opened it. When she turned around she had an extremely satisfied look on her face. A smile flickered around the corners of her mouth, as she carefully examined her long painted nails. She then called her maid and sat down at her dressing table to brush her hair. The maid carefully folded all the underwear and placed it in a drawer, then she helped her Mistress out of the blouse and skirt she was wearing. The Caretaker's breathing was becoming jerky again, as he spied on the beautiful woman who had just stripped in front of him. She stood there in nothing but her underclothes, black, silk and lacy. Black seamed stockings and stiletto heeled black patent leather shoes, were the icing on the cake. He had to control himself if he ever expected to get out of this mess undetected. His problem was that she, now more than ever, reminded him of his fantasy lady, waiting for him in his apartment. The Countess was thoroughly enjoying the thought of her prey, trapped in her wardrobe - everything was going exactly as planned. She walked over to the bed, picked up the cane, and began to stroke it lovingly, then, with a flick of the wrist, she swished it through the air with a sudden thwack, that made the Caretaker start. She would leave him trapped and worried, while she enjoyed herself. She motioned to her maid to bend over the dressing table stool and proceeded to tell her off for all the jobs she had neglected to do, all the while pacing around her and flexing the cane. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 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!) 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