The Countess and the Caretaker - part twenty-five

The Caretaker was now completely convinced that she planned
everything she did to him, and this thought made him even more
excited. He could not have explained it to anyone, it was just
the effect she had on him.

When he came back into the bedroom, he noticed she had laid
several things out on the bed. First she put a leather hood on
him, which laced up at the back. It had eye holes, nose holes and
a slit for the mouth. He felt strangely depersonalised in it, and
he was just acclimatising, when she placed a pair of leather
mittens on his hands.

These strapped up so that his hands were forced closed. He could
not grip anything with them on and he certainly could not
masturbate in any satisfying way, either. She then led him back
to the wardrobe, where she had first found him, and locked one of
the mittens to a hook and closed the door.

His view was a little more restricted by the presence of the
hood, but he could still see out through the slats in the door.

For ten minutes, maybe more, he was left completely alone, then
the Countess came back into the room, but she was not alone. She
was laughing and joking with an extremely good looking young man,
who, when they were near the bed, swept her into his arms and
kissed her passionately on the lips.

She started to undress him, running her hands over his body as
she did so. When he was completely naked, she moved him onto the
bed, and it was there, lying comfortably, that he watched her
undress.

She did this slowly and seductively, stopping when she reached
her, as ever, extremely sexy underwear. She climbed onto the bed
next to him, and they embraced and entwined in an ever increasing
fever of passion.

The Caretaker watched, his frustration reaching a peak that he
was unable to satisfy. He tried to rub his erection but the
leather mittens made this very difficult. He watched, helpless,
as their breathing became more and more rapid and urgent.

They touched, kissed and finally joined together, with their
moans reaching a crescendo of desire, until finally, they
collapsed into each others arms and were still with exhaustion.
They were satisfied but the Caretaker, who was at a peak of
desire and frustration, was not.

The Countess slid off the bed and slipped on a black lace
negligee. She gave the young man a silk bath robe, and they
wandered together out of the bedroom and out of the Caretaker's
sight.

It must have been at least two hours later, when she returned.
This time she was alone. She came towards the cupboard, touched
her finger to her lips and blew him a kiss, and then slipped her
clothes off and went to bed.

The Caretaker realised that far from being thrown out as usual,
he was going to be in the wardrobe all night, so he made himself
as comfortable as he could, and tried not to think about the love
making that he had witnessed, so as to reduce his frustrations.

He supposed it was poetic justice, that he should be confined in
the place where he had first hidden, but even now, he did not
feel any regret at the way things had turned out. He was ready,
at that moment, to swear undying loyalty to the Countess, if she
required it, and he would have followed her anywhere, or done
anything to be near her.