The Countess and the Caretaker - part twenty


The Countess rang for her maid bright and early the next
morning. It was another beautifully sunny day and she did not
want to waste a minute of it.

She had several things she wanted to accomplish, and she would
not be happy unless she achieved her aims, and if she was not
happy then everyone would suffer.

The maid hurried into the room with a pot of tea on a tray. She
knew it was going to be one of those days when her bell had rung
about six or seven times, instead of just the once.

The Countess gave her a radiant smile and told her to pour the
tea. The maid breathed a sigh of relief at having correctly
anticipated her Mistress' needs, but had a sense of foreboding
that she could not shake. Whenever the Countess smiled like that
it meant she was planning something, and the maid would not be
able to relax fully until she found out what it was.

One could never be sure what the Countess was going to come up
with next. Not that the maid considered this to be a negative
trait, on the contrary, nerve racking as it could be, it was the
constant ingenuity of this lady that made her so fascinating.

She had not been her first slave, but had been allowed to serve
her for longer than her predecessors, and hoped that nothing
would happen to change this situation. She had to admit to
being a little jealous of the Caretaker, but did not see him as
a serious threat to her position. If she had to share her
Mistress, so be it. To lose her altogether would be too
devastating to contemplate.

Breakfast was to be brought next, and as it was such a beautiful
day, the Countess told the maid to open her, now functioning,
windows and to serve it on the outside balcony. While the maid
scuttled off to prepare the food, the Countess took a leisurely
shower, put on a robe and then seated herself at the table with
the morning newspaper and a glass of fruit juice.

While she ate, she instructed the maid to lay out her clothes,
giving her specific instructions on all the items she required,
one of which was the list of the Caretaker's measurements.

The maid was beginning to totally relax, after her earlier
apprehensions, as she was becoming more and more convinced that
the object of the day's plans, was the Caretaker. This was
further reinforced, when the Countess told her to change from
her uniform into a dress, so that she could accompany her
Mistress on the day's errands. She was informed that a day out
and a change of scenery would do her good.

When she returned, she found her Mistress already dressed and
waiting for her, so they headed straight off to the lift and
then into the car park. The Chauffeur was waiting for them, and
when he had his instructions, they drove off into the hustle and
bustle of the city.


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The Caretaker woke with a start. Someone in his confused dream
was clicking their fingers impatiently, and he had jumped to do
their bidding, but had woken up instead.

At first he was unsure where he was, but he soon began to
realise that everything was as normal. Normal, that is, except
for the dog collar he continued to wear around his neck, but
even that was beginning to feel as if it should be there.

His whole world had changed in the last few days. If you had
told him a week ago that a beautiful woman would be taking
charge of his life and would insist that he wear a dog collar,
he would not have believed you.

But the punishment he had received was very real, and as usual
his mind replayed the events of the previous evening, causing
the blood to surge through his veins. His balls began to tingle
as he became all too aware of his engorged member. No one had
ever stimulated him so much, but then no one had ever known how
to really turn him on.

He had never explained it to any of his girlfriends for fear
they would laugh at him. But if the Countess ever grew tired of
him, he knew he would have to risk it. His sexuality was, he
knew now, not something he could go on ignoring any longer.

He opened his bedside drawer and took out the two pairs of
knickers. He pressed them to his nose, while gently rubbing
himself.

This morning he took it slowly, savouring his memories and his
new found place in life. Knowing that he should not be doing
this and that he would be punished if he was questioned about
it, added to the spice. He brought himself to a peak several
times, but restrained himself from finishing it, in an effort to
make it last.

When his mind relived the part with the dildo, he was unable to
hold it back any longer and his whole body was shaken by deep
orgasmic spasms.

Maybe he would get away with it this time. She might not ask.

He knew there was about as much chance of that, as there was
that it might snow today, but he would just have to hope. 

It was too late now, anyway.