The Countess and the Caretaker - Part Six.

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."