Message-ID: <22929asstr$951239406@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: ip201326@ip.pt (Christine and David) Lines: 85 X-Original-Message-ID: <38b282bc.403090@news.telepac.pt> Subject: {ASSM} The Countess and the Caretaker - Part Five. Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2000 12:10:06 -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: kelly, english The Countess and the Caretaker - Part Five. By Christine Stevenson, http://www.mschristine.com/books.html Copyright 1986-2000 Christine and David Stevenson He awoke much earlier than normal, gradually passing control to his conscious mind, and with it came the flood of memories from the previous day. So it was true. Gradually, piece by piece, the jigsaw puzzle of recollections fell humiliatingly into place. She had stood, arms akimbo, towering above his cowering frame, and laughed. He had tried to explain, but how could he give a credible excuse for his predicament? She had beckoned to him with her manicured forefinger, and like a trained pet, he had crawled out of the wardrobe, clutching his overalls around him in a vain attempt to hide the erection and the black, incriminating panties. She had known he was there all the time, and she made her thoughts on peeping-toms patently clear to him, but she could find no words adequate to express her disgust at the theft of her underwear. He, of course, had apologised profusely, and begged her forgiveness, but she had remained unmoved. Then she had spotted his erection, and became really angry, accusing him of not being able to control himself. She had insisted he be punished for his lust, and even hinted that he would lose his job unless he agreed. He was in no position to argue, and was told to bend over the dressing table stool. The maid had been instructed to secure his hands and feet with the tassels that were conveniently hung from the stool. The Countess had then proceeded to lay twelve meticulously aimed strokes with her cane across his buttocks. The pain he suffered, somehow, purged his guilt over his misdemeanours and he genuinely thought that having paid the price for his crimes, he would be allowed to go. But there was no such easy escape for him. He had then been given a pen and a piece of paper and told to write a full confession. When she was completely satisfied, he signed it and then, and only then was he peremptorily dismissed, still wearing the panties. He had struggled quickly into his overalls, outside her apartment, while through the closed door, he could hear her laughing. ******************** He pulled the bedclothes over him, trying to feel some sense of security, in a world that had completely turned upside down. The woman in the Playboy photograph had turned into reality, in the form of the Countess. Part of him was excited, part of him nervous and yet another part was drowning in confusion. Was that it? Sign a confession and then be thrown out? He could not shake the feeling that he had lost control of his own life and that he was now hers, at least until she had no further use for him. 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+