The Countess and the Caretaker

He spent a restless night, constantly waking up in a state of heightened excitement.

She would not leave him, even in his dreams. The last one he particularly enjoyed. In it the Countess sold her apartment, bought a large house in the country and of course, needed a handyman to look after the place. Apart from one painful bit, where she had him pruning hundreds of rose bushes, naked, it was most pleasurable, and he awoke feeling safe and secure under her protection.

Then he realised he was in his own bed and she was as unattainable as ever, but this did nothing to diminish his sexual urge, which was his constant waking companion.

He thought long and hard before he eventually gave in to his frustrations. It had all been too much for him and he desperately needed some form of sexual satisfaction.

In the end, it was all over very quickly and he began to regret his rash decision. She was not going to be pleased with his total lack of control, not pleased at all.

He got up, and immersed himself in his early morning routine, in an effort not to think about the consequences of his actions. He found he had a healthy appetite and fried himself some bacon and eggs to go with his coffee. In some respects, he wished he could see the Countess now, he longed to be with her again, even if he had to take his punishment, it would be worth it.

He chose a polo neck sweater to wear under his overalls. This was the only way he could cover up the neck collar, and so allow him to go about his job without anyone noticing it. He had one more room to paint in a vacant apartment, before it was put up for sale, so he decided he would hide himself away there and finish it. He felt if he kept himself busy, the day would pass more quickly. At least, that was the theory.

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The Countess had received a telephone call soon after breakfast. It was from Pearl Necklace at the jewellers. The young girl had apparently given some thought to the Countess’ offer of yesterday and asked if she could learn some more.

The Countess was delighted and invited her over for tea at around four o’clock. She was always pleased to initiate a new devotee to her lifestyle, and was quite sure the girl had potential.

It would all work out perfectly. Tea at four o’clock with plenty of time before seven, to begin explaining all the benefits of dominating men, and then the Caretaker would be perfect to demonstrate the art of punishment upon.

She knew full well that she had set him up, by exciting him the way she had. The knickers were always a beautiful touch, and she had known he would not be able to control his desires.

Still, just because she enjoyed manipulating men and just because punishing men excited her, it was no excuse for their behaviour. She was still convinced that it did them good to control their sexual instincts.

Men should show the proper respect for women, and they could only do this by having their base desires firmly controlled.

He had brought it all upon himself anyway – if he had not put her knickers on, the day he came to mend the window, he would not be in this predicament today.

She did pride herself, however, on being able to spot a suitable candidate, and her instincts concerning the Caretaker had proved totally correct.