The Countess and the Caretaker - Part Eight.

When the Countess entered the living area, she found a nervous
man, studying his fingernails very closely. She liked to have
the upper hand, and always to maintain the element of surprise,
so she moved silently behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.

He nearly jumped out of his skin, but she kept the initiative
and started to unzip his flies. He opened his mouth to speak
but she gently laid a finger on his lips to silence him, then
she carefully unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers to the
floor, revealing the knickers. 

It was at this moment that the maid stepped forward and took
the photograph, the flash temporarily disorientating him. In the
space of a few seconds the Countess had produced a pair of
handcuffs and had locked his wrists behind his back. He took a
startled step forward and fell onto a long sofa next to him. It
had all happened so fast, and now she had a photograph of him in
the knickers as well.

His predicament amused the Countess, who was smiling down at him
as he struggled to free himself. He was, of course wasting his
time. The maid then passed a leather sheath to her Mistress and
left, taking the camera with her. 

The Countess carefully pulled his knickers down and proceeded to
fit the sheath to his flaccid penis. Any lust he had been
feeling had disappeared with the fear he felt at his
predicament. This was substantially increased, when he realised
that the leather she was lacing around his penis had very sharp
metal spikes protruding from the inside. * (see footnote)

Finally, two leather straps were buckled into place and small
padlocks attached to make it irremovable, a fact that she was at
great pains to stress, along with the fact that it would control
his lust.

It was after all his failure to control himself that had first
brought him to her attention, and she reminded him of their
first encounter, of his punishment and of his subsequent
erection when she stood over him in the lift. The punishment had
obviously not deterred him from behaving in such a rude manner
in the presence of a lady, but this little device certainly
would.

She helped him to sit up, removed his trousers completely and
gently pushed him to the floor, so that he was kneeling next to
the sofa. While he was wondering what was going to happen next,
he started to get the stirring of an erection. Fear of the
spikes gripped his mind and little beads of sweat began to
appear on his forehead - he wriggled uncomfortably and thought
about mending the plumbing. This thankfully seemed to do the
trick and he relaxed again.

The Countess, meanwhile, had strolled calmly across the room and
was searching her music collection. She decided on a Rachmaninov
piano concerto, and, satisfied with the volume, she came back
and sat on the sofa next to her prey. She then raised her skirt,
giving a brief display of her stocking tops and then grabbed his
head, placed it between her thighs and replaced her skirt.

His head was now completely enveloped by warm flesh and leather.

It was thus that he spent the evening, struggling with the
constant threat of an erection and the dire consequences of
having one. He found that the device was, indeed, extremely
efficient at controlling his 'lust'. 

The Countess, on the other hand, spent a relaxing evening
listening to her music and thoroughly enjoying the predicament
of the poor Caretaker she had so cleverly manipulated into his
present position. She was aware of his constant struggle against
his natural inclinations, but was determined to teach him a
lesson he would never forget.

When the music finished, she stood up, suddenly bringing him
back to reality with a jolt. She smiled sweetly, unlocked his
handcuffs, gave him back his trousers and then proceeded to
inform him that she would remove the leather device tomorrow
morning at ten o'clock. She then turned and left him alone. The
maid reappeared, waited politely while he put his trousers back
on and then showed him out.

Once again he found himself outside her apartment, before he had
time to think. He had just spent the most difficult evening with
a lady he had ever experienced, and he still had to get through
until the next morning before he could relax. Or could he? What
might she do next? He walked carefully down to his apartment and
poured himself a stiff whisky. It was going to be a long night.