The Countess and the Caretaker - part twenty-six



The maid brought breakfast into the Countess, and placed it on a
small table that fitted onto the side of the bed.

 From his position in the wardrobe, the Caretaker could see words
being exchanged but was unable to hear properly because of the
hood. 

As the countess tucked into her toast and tea, the maid
approached the wardrobe and proceeded to undo his bonds. She
removed the mittens and the hood, and led him away to another
bathroom, near her own room.

She told him to shower, but instead of leaving him alone, she
waited patiently for him just outside the frosted glass door.
This afforded him no privacy to relieve his frustrations, that
had accumulated steadily since the previous night, and he hoped
the Countess would give him permission to do so when she let him
go.

When they returned to her bedroom she had finished her
breakfast, and was sitting in a chair near the window, dressed
in a revealing black negligee. She told him to approach and
kneel at her feet. Then she gently took his head and placed it
in her lap.

As she sipped her tea, she stroked his head, running her fingers
through his hair. He immediately relaxed, feeling safe and
secure. He vaguely heard the door bell ring, and the maid
re-entering the room. He tensed slightly as he became aware of a
strange voice in the room, but the Countess did not move, so he
stayed where he was.

The more he thought about it, the more he realised that it would
be virtually impossible for anyone to recognise him in this
position, and he was unlikely to know any of her friends anyway.

Acceptance of her wishes was more important to him than his own
pride. A realisation that had crept over him in the last few
days, and he suspected would stay with him for a long time to
come.

The other person left, and he reluctantly had to move, when the
Countess began to stand up. She moved towards the bed and
started to undo the package that had appeared there. He stared,
as she held up a leather device and examined it.

He had a vague idea of it's purpose and hoped it was not for
him. His worst fears were realised, however, when she told him
to stand up.

The Countess fitted the straps to his naked body, humming a
little tune, as she tightened everything into place. When she
was satisfied, she locked it, and placed the keys in her
handbag.

He was still a little shocked at this sudden turn of events, but
shock turned to disbelief and panic, as she explained she was
leaving for a month's holiday and that she had ordered this
especially for him to wear while she was away.

The Caretaker threw himself at her feet, begging her not to be
so cruel, but she laughed and reminded him of his total lack of
control, which would be much worse if she were not around to
keep an eye on him.

His clothes were thrown onto his prostrate body as she informed
him he would be released upon her return. With that she turned
and disappeared into her bathroom, instructing the maid to show
him out and then to finish the packing.