The Countess and the Caretaker - part nineteen


She was carrying something in her hand, which she put to one
side while she unstrapped his wrists and ankles. He stood up,
revealing a patch of cum on her bench.

When she saw it, she grabbed him by the hair and forced him to
lick it all up. At first, he gagged, but she was insistent and
kept pushing his face into it until she was satisfied, then she
pushed him to his knees and insisted he kiss her feet, to thank
her for his punishment.

He accomplished this task without any problems and would
willingly have stayed there longer than she allowed.

The Countess clicked her fingers, indicating that he should
stand. She then reached for the tape measure she had brought in
with her, and proceeded to measure his waist, hips, tops of
legs, crotch to waist, in fact, by the time she had finished,
she could have made an accurate contour map of the whole area.

Having made notes of all the numbers, she then told him he would
be allowed the privilege of being her footstool for one hour
before she dismissed him.

He could not believe his luck. He had fully expected to be
thrown out, but instead he was to be allowed to stay for a
while, even if it was as a piece of furniture.

He got pins and needles several times during the hour, but tried
not to move around too much, in case he gave her an excuse for
sending him away sooner.

The Countess, as usual, relaxed to a piece of music and the maid
served her a glass of wine and some cheese and biscuits. For
the whole hour she sat with her feet resting on the Caretaker's
back, but when the music was finished he was told to go, and to
return at the same time the next evening.

She insisted he keep his collar on, and that sometime during the
following day, he go out and buy her two new pairs of sexy,
black knickers.

She no longer wanted the ones he had in his possession, and she
gave him the name and address of the shop he was to use.

He was escorted to the door by the maid and five minutes later
he was back in his own apartment. He walked over to the Playboy
magazine and threw it in the rubbish sack, then he sat on the
edge of his bed and thought about the Countess, until he could
no longer keep his eyes open.

He fell asleep with his clothes on.