The Countess and the Caretaker - Part Seven.


Try as he would to concentrate on the faulty wiring, his mind
kept wandering and in consequence, it was several hours before
the job was completed. He managed to get to the supermarket to
stock up his refrigerator, and oiled all the squeaky hinges he
could find in the block, in a vain attempt to make the time
pass more quickly.

At seven, he showered and slipped into the clean knickers. He
once again found that he could not control his excitement, and
slipped them off again so as not to soil them, while he
indulged himself. He came very quickly, as he recalled his
strange and erotic encounter with the Countess in the lift. He
sponged himself clean and put them on again, choosing a neat
pair of slacks and a clean shirt for the finishing touches.

A streak of vanity in him, wanted the Countess to see him
looking half decent instead of in his old working clothes. To
his knowledge, she had never seen him on his day off, dressed in
his finery, and ready to seduce any lady who was willing, down
at the local singles bar. These experiences had always been
disappointing for him and he had often wished he had stayed
home with his fantasy goddesses.

Ten minutes to eight and he combed his hair nervously for the
second time in five minutes. At five minutes to, he had a bad
case of cold feet and considered not going, until he remembered
that she had that embarrassing signed confession.

At eight o'clock sharp he was outside her apartment with his
finger on the bell-push. The maid answered the door and stood
aside for him to enter. She showed no sign of emotion
whatsoever, not even a flicker of embarrassment, but then, why
should she, they were both in the same boat. He waited for her
to close the door and then followed her into the spacious living
area.

She then walked off in the direction of the bedroom, leaving him
standing there, with no idea if he should sit or stand. He
decided to stay as he was, in case anything he did further
offended his all-powerful hostess.

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The Countess awoke bright and early and feeling very satisfied
with herself. It had almost been too easy to manipulate the
Caretaker into his current position, but this did not make it
any the less enjoyable. She got up almost immediately, kicked
her naked maid, who was on the floor asleep and chained to the
bed, and headed for the en-suite bathroom.

She looked in the mirror, ran her fingers through her hair to
tidy it, was pleased with her reflection and decided she was in
a good mood. She turned on the shower and when it was hot
enough, stepped inside.

The water washed away any remaining sleepiness and when she
stepped out again, her skin was tingling with anticipation of
the day ahead. She had not yet decided how she would progress
the entrapment of the Caretaker, but she knew something would
occur to her. She strolled back into the bedroom, swathed in her
thick towelling bathrobe. She stepped over the now wide awake
maid, heading for her underwear cupboard.

She chose a black basque, which laced up at the front, sheer
black seamed stockings and a pair of thigh length black leather
boots, the heels of which could easily have been classified as
lethal weapons. She took her time adjusting everything to
perfection and then sat down on one of the luxuriously
upholstered bedroom chairs, right in front of the prostrate
maid.

The punishment of being chained to the bed, was for getting
overexcited the previous day, and at that precise moment, the
maid was in grave danger of repeating the offence.

The Countess appeared oblivious to the effect she was having,
and started to run her hands up the insides of her thighs, and
between her crotch. 

The maid knew she would suffer for her lust, when her Mistress
had finished pleasing herself, but still she could not tear her
eyes away. The Countess lost herself slowly in the pleasures of
her own body, holding herself back several times, before she
allowed the enveloping waves of her first orgasm to sweep over
her. 

Six orgasms later, a completely relaxed Countess opened her
eyes, breathed deeply and focused her attention on her audience
of one. She knew full well the effect she had on those she
chose to dominate and was now eagerly anticipating the
punishment she was about to administer. She unchained her slave
and made her lie, face up on the bed. She then stepped onto the
bed and sat on her face, positioning herself so that she could
easily reach the forbidden erect penis. She slapped and teased
and slapped some more. 

For more than half an hour the maid endured this treatment, the
slaps increasing during this period of time as she became more
and more excited. The sexy aroma emanating from her seated
goddess, combined with the cruel teasing, eventually left her
desperate for some release.

The Countess, as always, took her time to enjoy herself, and
only stopped when she was ready. She stood, grabbed the maid by
the penis and led her into the bathroom. Once there, she
supervised the application of plenty of cold water to the
offending part, by standing the maid in the shower cubicle and
directing the shower spray personally.

It took some time but the cold water eventually had its effect.
She then strode back into the bedroom and instructed the maid to
dress and serve breakfast straight away.