Message-ID: <17056eli$9811080534@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: The Countess and the Caretaker - Part Four Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Authentication-Warning: philabs-gw.philabs.research.philips.com: smap set sender to using -f Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <364461cc.78280983@news.telepac.pt> The Countess and the Caretaker - Part Four. By Christine Stevenson, http://www.mschristine.com Copyright 1986-1998 Christine and David Stevenson The Caretaker stared in disbelief as she pulled up the maid's skirt and pulled down her knickers around her ankles. She then laid six measured strokes across her buttocks, prompting profuse thanks after each one, and many promises to do better in the future. When the ritual was over, the cane was placed carefully between the maid's teeth and the Countess lay down on her bed. Her hands started to caress her body, gently touching her breasts and roaming down inside her knickers. Her breathing became more rapid as she took her pleasure, wave upon wave, until she was completely spent. The maid did not move - the Caretaker did not move, despite the enormous erection which had burst out of the delicate panties he was still wearing. He could not believe what he was seeing and experiencing, but he now knew what she kept the cane for. The Countess let out a long sigh, stretched and turned her attention once again to the maid. She retrieved the cane, and clicked her fingers. A signal the maid obviously recognised, because she immediately threw herself at her Mistress' feet and began to kiss her shoes. It was during this movement that the Caretaker experienced his biggest shock yet. The maid, so completely feminine, was a man. He clutched his overalls in a vain attempt to bring himself back to some form of reality, feeling that if he squeezed hard enough he would wake himself up from what must be a dream. He gripped them so hard his nails dug into his hands, and the pain only served to reinforce the reality of the whole situation. So it was, huddled in the corner, like a frightened animal, that his worst fears were realised. The Countess, leaving the maid grovelling and prostrate on the floor, walked slowly towards his hiding place. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Each daily episode of this story is being posted simultaneously to the DOMestic mailing list. ------------------------------------------------------ The DOMestic mailing list is free of charge. Subscribe in subject line:- DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com Moderated by David & Christine Stevenson. Subscribe online at http://www.mschristine.com/domestic.html ------------------------------------------------------ The Fem Dom Training Software. Runs on all computers (Macs too!) Advises on how best to train your husband/lover. http://www.mschristine.com/program.html mailto:program@Ms-Christine.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----