Message-ID: <17444eli$9811210431@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17444.txt> From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: The Countess and the Caretaker - Part Eleven 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: <36557802.4689326@news.telepac.pt> The Countess and the Caretaker - part eleven By Christine Stevenson, http://www.mschristine.com Copyright 1986-1998 Christine and David Stevenson He did not feel so bad knowing he was not alone, and tried to make himself comfortable at her feet. He was tempted, when her sleek nyloned legs crossed seductively, to look up her skirt, and did give in to a little peek on two occasions, but was frightened she would notice the effect this had on him. She might even think he needed the spikes again! The waiter brought her lunch, and slid a bowl of food and a bowl of water under the table for him. It was certainly an unusual restaurant, he had never been anywhere like it before. He went to pick up the food with his hands, in the absence of any cutlery, but one of her feet came down sharply on his hand and the other pressed down on the back of his neck, until his nose was within an inch of the food. So it was, he ate his lunch like a dog. The Countess finished her lobster salad and glass of wine and ordered a coffee. The waiter removed his bowls when he served the coffee, and the Caretaker seriously considered growling at him by way of complaint at the standard of the food. It suddenly dawned on him, it might actually have been dog food. Before he could totally absorb this fact, his tormentor was on the move again, this time insisting he follow her on all fours. There seemed to be no end to his degradation, although, in a funny way, he was beginning to get used to the idea of being her pet for the day. He was, nevertheless, very grateful to see the car parked at the kerb and to be able to get straight in. This time he was not allowed on the seat, but once again had to settle himself at her feet. He began to doze after his meal. The carpet was thick and soft and the car lovely and warm and, most important of all, the strain of being publicly exhibited had finally caught up with him. It also seemed appropriate, as he was sure a real dog would do the same. A real dog is, however, always at the beck and call of his owners, and has to go for a run when they decide to take them. He was, therefore, jerked by the collar out of the car and into a park. He thanked his lucky stars that there was no one around, and was soon lost in a deserted leafy walk, disorientated but still following his Mistress obediently. She made him urinate against a tree with his leg cocked, not an easy thing for him to do, but he doubted if she would let him off the lead so that he could go in a more conventional manner. She did let him off the lead, so that he could fetch a stick. He did this several times, and when she was satisfied that he was tiring, she re-clipped his lead and headed back to the car, where he collapsed on the floor, grateful for the rest. At this stage, he did not care if anyone saw him or not. He had a reasonable length of time to catch his breath, as the car headed back up-town to the jewellers. When the door opened, he looked pleadingly at her, but she just laughed and proceeded to take him back into the shop, on all fours. Pearl necklace and pearl brooch could hardly believe their eyes, but the Countess was totally unmoved by their stares and asked for her package. As pearl necklace handed it to her, she plucked up the courage to ask what you had to do, to make a man behave that way. Apparently she had a rather bossy boyfriend and had a genuine interest. The Countess smiled and told her to telephone her the next day, if she was seriously interested. Having signed the account, she turned and placed the package in his mouth. So this was helping her carry her shopping - somehow he had envisaged something a little different. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 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. 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