The Countess and the Caretaker - part thirteen

When they reached the door of her apartment, she slid the key
into the lock, raised her skirt and removed her knickers. These
she stuffed into his mouth, as she unclipped the lead and
leaving the collar on him, she turned, walked through the door
and closed it on him.

He was again left outside, but this time on all fours and with
no mention of when she would see him again. Had she forgotten
about the collar? He was sure she had not, it was not like her,
she always seemed to plan every detail.

The husband and wife from the next apartment came out of their
door, and looked a little surprised to see him in that position.
He pulled the knickers out of his mouth, shoved them into his
pocket, mumbled something about woodworm and rushed quickly
downstairs to the safety of his own apartment.

Once inside, he closed the door and leaned against it, trying to
catch his breath. He felt inside his pocket for the knickers
and pressed them to his face. The perfume of her orgasms was
still fresh and extremely exciting.

He placed them carefully on his pillow and stripped off his
clothes, so that the only thing he had on was the studded
leather collar. He walked over to his mirror and studied his
reflection carefully. What a day!

He washed himself in the shower, trying not to get the collar
wet, put on a bath robe and sat on the edge of his bed. The
corner of his Playboy magazine was poking out from under the
edge of his bed, and he absentmindedly picked it up and looked
at the lady in furs, with her foot on the flat out figure of the
man in overalls.

She paled totally into insignificance compared to the Countess,
and with the thought of her, he once again had a powerful
erection. He knew if she were here with him, he would be
punished for having it, but she was not, so he lay down, placed
her knickers over his face and started to masturbate.

Just as he was coming to a peak, his telephone rang.

It was the Countess - she had decided he could come to her
apartment tomorrow evening at seven, he was to bring both her
pairs of knickers with him, washed of course. She then asked him
if he had been playing with himself.

He was beginning to think she must be psychic, but he admitted
that he had. She then lectured at length on controlling his base
instincts, adding that he had only been out of her sight for
three-quarters of an hour. He would, of course, be punished for
this totally unacceptable behaviour, and it would be severe
indeed if he were to ejaculate.

Then she hung up.