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Subject: {ASSM} The Countess and the Caretaker - part twenty-seven
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The Countess and the Caretaker - part twenty-seven
By Christine Stevenson,
http://www.mschristine.com/books.html
Copyright 1986-2000 Christine and David Stevenson
He lay on the floor for a few more minutes, a completely beaten
man. Then, he stood slowly, dressed, and followed the maid to
the front door. He received a sympathetic look from her, as she
closed the door on him, and he was left alone to begin a month
of total abstinence.
He walked slowly back to his own apartment, unable fully to grasp
the truth of his situation. He sat in his room, for most of the
morning, trying to come to terms with the fact that he would not
see her again for a whole month.
Any partial erections he had, of which there were several, were
successfully controlled by the wicked contraption she had
fitted to his body, and he began to realise that every waking
moment of that time would be filled with thoughts of her.
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The maid spent a frantic morning putting the finishing touches
to the packing and then was allowed some time for her own
preparations.
She packed her own bits and pieces quite quickly and then spent
the rest of her allotted time in removing every hair from her
body. The Countess insisted she was completely smooth and
hairless, and this was a routine she had to go through quite
regularly.
While she was in the middle of this task, she heard the
telephone ring, heard the Countess answer and knowing she was
not required, continued. Then after a few moments she heard the
Countess dial out and vaguely wondered what was going on, but
decided she would find out soon enough.
When she was ready, and dressed in her travelling clothes, she
presented herself to her Mistress. The Countess pronounced
herself pleased with her appearance, and then told her to fetch
the Caretaker.
Confused by this, she nevertheless obeyed, and soon returned
with him. His face was a picture of joy and hope, having spent a
lonely and frustrating morning, wondering how he was going to
cope for a month. He knelt in front of her, hoping for the best
but fearing the worst.
Before the Countess had time to explain why he had been summoned,
the Chauffeur arrived to start collecting the suitcases, and she
proceeded to supervise him in this task, leaving the Caretaker
to stew in a terrible state of suspense.
Eventually she returned, stood over him, and explained he was to
go straight to his room and pack a few essential items. He could
not believe what he was hearing, as she patiently explained that
she had decided to take him with her. That she had arranged with
his employers for a leave of absence, and that his job would be
waiting for him when he returned.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he gratefully kissed her feet,
and promised he would do exactly as he was told and serve her to
the best of his ability.
What he did not know, was that the Countess' travelling companion
had to drop out at the last moment, and it was only because of
this fact that she had decided, on the spur of the moment, to
arrange for him to be the replacement.
No matter, he would be useful and would provide some interesting
diversions for her as she continued with his training. Besides
she had hundreds of rose bushes at the villa, and they would
need someone to prune them all.
She smiled to herself as she pictured him, totally naked,
picking his way carefully between all the thorns and decided
that everything had worked out for the best in the end.
She gave him fifteen minutes, and told him to meet her in the
car park. Then she settled in front of her dressing table, and
began to brush her hair, her mind already plotting and planning
the continued downfall of the Caretaker.
She was definitely going to enjoy this holiday, yes indeed. She
had already decided that he would continue to wear the chastity
belt, and that being with her, instead of being alone, would be
infinitely more frustrating for him.
She would remove it only when he was in the garden, where she
would strictly supervise him, facts which the Caretaker was
blissfully unaware of as he threw his things into a case, ready
to start his new adventure.
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