Message-ID: <17836eli$9812060428@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17836.txt>
From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson)
Subject: The Countess and the Caretaker - Part twenty-one
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: <36694bb0.79651976@news.telepac.pt>
The Countess and the Caretaker - part twenty-one
By Christine Stevenson, http://www.mschristine.com
Copyright 1986-1998 Christine and David Stevenson
He hopped straight out of bed and into the shower. He hummed a
tune as he lathered his body, and he realised that it had been a
very long time since he had felt this happy. When he was dry and
dressed, he made toast and coffee and settled down to think
about exactly how he was going to pluck up enough courage to
buy the two pairs of knickers.
He knew roughly where the shop was and he hoped it would be a
big department store, where he could melt into anonymity, but
knowing the Countess it would not be that simple.
He decided to look into Apartment 5 on his way out, just to make
sure it was not flooded, while it was unoccupied. No sense in
making life more difficult for himself, by neglecting his
duties, and he had promised. So with a skip in his step, he
started off to complete his given tasks.
************************
First stop for the Countess was a visit to the person she called
her "tailor". The maid had heard her speak of this person and
his many talents, but had never been taken to the back street
workshop before.
It was like entering Aladdin's cave, except that most of the
treasures were made of leather. They filled cupboards, they hung
from the walls; collars, cuffs, body harnesses, in fact,
anything you could want to erotically incapacitate another
person.
The Countess had him make all her special items and he had not
failed her yet.
The tailor moved from his workbench, and rushed towards the
Countess as she entered. He lavishly kissed her hand and
ushered her into his office, where he held a chair for her to
sit down.
The maid followed behind and stood out of the way in the corner.
The Countess took a cigarette from her silver case and put it
into a black holder. The tailor picked up his desk lighter and
lit it for her. She blew the smoke straight into his face, which
caused him to kneel in front of her and ask how he could be of
service to her this time.
She opened her bag and gave him the list of measurements. He was
to stop everything and concentrate all his efforts on making
this device for her. She wanted it finished by this time
tomorrow, and she wanted it delivered.
He listened very carefully to all her requirements. He was to
make a leather chastity belt, completely enclosing yet capable
of allowing for bodily functions. It was to be lined with latex,
and it was to be completely lockable. To achieve all this, her
measurements would have to be followed accurately.
She then produced a drawing of the chastity device, which she
also handed to him. He studied it carefully and then began to
express some doubts as to whether he could have it ready in
time.
He only started to express these doubts, his voice trailing off
mid-sentence, when he saw the look on the Countess' face. He
kissed her hand again and promised he would deliver it
personally.
She seemed satisfied with this and suggested he got started
straight away. Then she stood, clicked her fingers at the maid,
who was to follow, and started to leave.
The maid was reluctant to leave. She loved the smell of the
leather and would have liked longer to study all the things in
the workshop, but if the Countess had decided they were
leaving, then she had little choice in the matter. She was,
however, glad that her earlier assumption was correct, and that
the chastity device was not for her. The way the Countess teased
her, it would be an unbearable torture.
A wicked thought crossed her mind, as she thought of the
Caretaker's face when he saw the finished article.
The Countess stopped in the doorway and caught the little smile
on her maid's face. Without hesitation, she ordered her to pull
her knickers down and bend over. The Countess removed one of her
gloves and proceeded to spank her on the spot.
When both cheeks glowed a bright red, she replaced her glove,
and told her to straighten herself up and to get in the car,
which was waiting for them outside. The maid did as she was
told, but wondered, not for the first time, whether her Mistress
could read her mind.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Each episode of this story is being posted 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
------------------------------------------------------
_________________________________________________
Christine & David Stevenson
Authors of the Fem Dom Training Program
Warning! Turns your wife/lover into a Dominatrix.
Runs on all computers that are web capable
Email enquiries to:- program@Ms-Christine.com
http://www.mschristine.com/program.html
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
--
+----------------' 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>