The Countess and the Caretaker - part nine

It was raining. Water was pouring down the window pane, and
there were constant drips from the balcony above. He had slept
eventually, and he was still intact but the fear returned with
consciousness and his usual early morning erection did not
materialise.

A slight stirring in the groin, nothing more. He peered under the
bedclothes to examine the device. It was still there. Funny, he
kept thinking he was having a dream, but every morning he woke
and realised all this was really happening. He touched it
gingerly and quickly withdrew his hand when he felt the spikes.

He glanced at the clock, it was eight thirty. Only one and a half
hours more and he would be free of the awful thing.

He slid out of bed and washed his whole body, minus the part
which was uppermost in his mind. He dressed and drank three cups
of coffee and it was still only nine o'clock.

Fortunately he did not have very much to do in the way of work
that day, and he decided that once he was released, he would take
the day off and celebrate his freedom. He began to pace up and
down the room, but very soon realised this did not make the time
go any quicker, so he sat down again and stared at the rain on
the window.

His mind began to wander and eventually settled on the memory of
being between her thighs. It was a truly erotic experience. He
had never been in that position before in his life, but he soon
snapped back to reality when the spikes reminded him not to think
of things that turned him on, and there was no doubt in his mind
that the Countess had that effect on him. She was extremely sexy.

It was now nine thirty, but he could wait no longer and slowly
walked up to her apartment. He thought about ringing the bell,
but was beginning to realise how the Countess thought, and knew
that even one minute before the appointed time would result in
some other form of punishment.

So he leaned against the wall and waited. The final minutes
ticked by, with only one minor panic over the spikes, and then,
right on time, he pressed the bell push.

Once again the beautifully turned out maid answered the door, and
once again he found himself in the living area waiting for an
audience.

Five past ten; ten past ten; fifteen minutes past ten and then
she appeared, looking absolutely radiant.

She had obviously had a good night's sleep, unlike his disturbed
night. She proffered her hand and he rather clumsily, kissed it.
She smiled at his awkwardness, and then pointed to her shoe,
pressing on the top of his head, so that he was forced to lower
his body.

He kissed her shoe carefully and lovingly, praying that if he did
this to her satisfaction, she would release him. Instead, she
threw the padlock keys onto the floor next to him and made
herself comfortable on a chair, where she could watch him
extricate himself.

He undid his trousers and pulled his pants out of the way, so
that he could insert the keys into the locks. He touched himself
in the wrong place and winced.

The Countess chuckled, she was obviously enjoying the show so
far.

He tried again and was successful. The one underneath his
scrotum was a little more difficult but finally he gingerly
peeled the leather off. To his amazement, there was absolutely no
damage, and it was with genuine relief that he threw himself at
her feet and kissed both of her shoes, heels, soles and ankles.

He was so totally lost in this act of adoration, that he did not
realise he had the collar round his neck, until he heard the
padlock click shut. She patted him on the head and told him he
had done very well, but that he still had to learn some more
lessons before she would be satisfied with his behaviour.

To this end she had decided to take him out with her today. She
was going shopping and would need someone to carry her parcels.
She had cleared it with the owners of the building and he would
be allowed to leave all his other jobs until tomorrow. In short,
she had arranged everything.