Message-ID: <22920asstr$951156604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: ip201326@ip.pt (Christine and David) Lines: 62 X-Original-Message-ID: <38b1241d.649937@news.telepac.pt> Subject: {ASSM} The Countess and the Caretaker - Part Four. Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2000 13:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: english, Lambchop The Countess and the Caretaker - Part Four. By Christine Stevenson, http://www.mschristine.com/books.html Copyright 1986-2000 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. The DOMestic digest 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 Warning! Turns your wife/lover into a Dominatrix. The Fem Dom Training Software. http://www.mschristine.com/program.html mailto:program@Ms-Christine.com The DOMestic discussion list has been going well over three years now, and the password site now has over 2,500 files with pictures, articles and over 250 stories for $25 on CD-ROM http://www.mschristine.com/cd.html -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+