Message-ID: <17836eli$9812060428@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: The Countess and the Caretaker - Part twenty-one Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <36694bb0.79651976@news.telepac.pt> The Countess and the Caretaker - part twenty-one By Christine Stevenson, http://www.mschristine.com Copyright 1986-1998 Christine and David Stevenson He hopped straight out of bed and into the shower. He hummed a tune as he lathered his body, and he realised that it had been a very long time since he had felt this happy. When he was dry and dressed, he made toast and coffee and settled down to think about exactly how he was going to pluck up enough courage to buy the two pairs of knickers. He knew roughly where the shop was and he hoped it would be a big department store, where he could melt into anonymity, but knowing the Countess it would not be that simple. He decided to look into Apartment 5 on his way out, just to make sure it was not flooded, while it was unoccupied. No sense in making life more difficult for himself, by neglecting his duties, and he had promised. So with a skip in his step, he started off to complete his given tasks. ************************ First stop for the Countess was a visit to the person she called her "tailor". The maid had heard her speak of this person and his many talents, but had never been taken to the back street workshop before. It was like entering Aladdin's cave, except that most of the treasures were made of leather. They filled cupboards, they hung from the walls; collars, cuffs, body harnesses, in fact, anything you could want to erotically incapacitate another person. The Countess had him make all her special items and he had not failed her yet. The tailor moved from his workbench, and rushed towards the Countess as she entered. He lavishly kissed her hand and ushered her into his office, where he held a chair for her to sit down. The maid followed behind and stood out of the way in the corner. The Countess took a cigarette from her silver case and put it into a black holder. The tailor picked up his desk lighter and lit it for her. She blew the smoke straight into his face, which caused him to kneel in front of her and ask how he could be of service to her this time. She opened her bag and gave him the list of measurements. He was to stop everything and concentrate all his efforts on making this device for her. She wanted it finished by this time tomorrow, and she wanted it delivered. He listened very carefully to all her requirements. He was to make a leather chastity belt, completely enclosing yet capable of allowing for bodily functions. It was to be lined with latex, and it was to be completely lockable. To achieve all this, her measurements would have to be followed accurately. She then produced a drawing of the chastity device, which she also handed to him. He studied it carefully and then began to express some doubts as to whether he could have it ready in time. He only started to express these doubts, his voice trailing off mid-sentence, when he saw the look on the Countess' face. He kissed her hand again and promised he would deliver it personally. She seemed satisfied with this and suggested he got started straight away. Then she stood, clicked her fingers at the maid, who was to follow, and started to leave. The maid was reluctant to leave. She loved the smell of the leather and would have liked longer to study all the things in the workshop, but if the Countess had decided they were leaving, then she had little choice in the matter. She was, however, glad that her earlier assumption was correct, and that the chastity device was not for her. The way the Countess teased her, it would be an unbearable torture. A wicked thought crossed her mind, as she thought of the Caretaker's face when he saw the finished article. The Countess stopped in the doorway and caught the little smile on her maid's face. Without hesitation, she ordered her to pull her knickers down and bend over. The Countess removed one of her gloves and proceeded to spank her on the spot. When both cheeks glowed a bright red, she replaced her glove, and told her to straighten herself up and to get in the car, which was waiting for them outside. The maid did as she was told, but wondered, not for the first time, whether her Mistress could read her mind. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Each episode of this story is being posted 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 ------------------------------------------------------ _________________________________________________ Christine & David Stevenson Authors of the Fem Dom Training Program Warning! Turns your wife/lover into a Dominatrix. 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