The gasp is what caught my attention. In slow motion I turned my head to look directly up into the face of the cute maid. Erin was holding a yardstick in one hand and the other was clasped over her mouth to stifle her utter shock. She advanced on me with quick steps that were accompanied by loud clacks from the high heels on her leather loafers. My hips still pumped my boner through my hand and the stocking remained glued to my face as I looked up at her like a frightened child. She immediately brought the yardstick down on my naked rear end with a crack. I gave a yelp but continued to jack.
"Oh! Stop it!"
She spanked me again with the yardstick.
"Stop doing that... you pervert!"
My balls, stung by her words began to unleash torrents of thick jism onto the floor. Her sharp spanks were raining down on my bare ass and I was completely missing the drain.
"Let go of Ms. Douglas' stocking! You're messing all over! You'll get it on the stocking!"
I inhaled the stiff toe reinforcement and was rewarded with a vinegary odor that made my skin tingle and form gooseflesh. Sperm poured out of me onto the drain at last with a few spurts and I finally collapsed in a heap.
Erin grabbed up the navy blue stocking from my hand and then forced my faced down into the puddle I had made. She gave me a few more smacks with the yardstick and then abruptly left me there in a puddle of my cooling shame.
I was lightheaded and sweaty from my exertions but I raised a timed eye from the floor just in time to see her lovely white-tighted bottom jiggle from view as she marched back to the clothes rack.
She was muttering under her breath and seemed very upset with me. I thought it best to simply lay there for a bit before approaching her with my apologies. Plus, she was still holding that yardstick. Erin was smoothing the stocking out on the rack with long, almost reverent strokes and I imagined her small girl-fingers doing the same to my naked penis. Okay, I know she was fairly innocent but a handjob from a college coed who had just literally spanked the jizz out of me was were my mind was at. She suddenly turned to look at me on the floor. Her hands were on her hips as she spoke.
"You could have gotten your gross sperm all over her hosiery. She wouldn't have liked that."
"Erin... I'm sorry. I got carried away is all."
"If I had any say in it, you'd be in a cockring and ball stretcher when you touched the Mistress' things."
It wasn't the first time I had heard the word Mistress before... but it was the first time I had heard it in reference to my new, uh... well, Mistress. As my dick gave an inappropriate throb from her use of cockring and ballstretcher to describe her agenda, I realized I was owned now by Ms. Douglas. And Erin had her ear. Would she really put me in a cockring and ballstretcher?
As it was, the day wound to a close with Erin and I not doing much talking. We finished the extensive cleaning of all of Ms. Douglas' panties and stockings and I was left alone in my basement room while Erin left for the upper floor with the clean laundry. I pondered my fate and lazily jacked my half-hard cock in the darkness until I heard the front door open and Erin greeting her. My Mistress was home.
I didn't have a mirror down there, but for some reason I wanted to make sure I looked nice and presentable. I pulled the comb from my back pocked and raked it through my hair a few times and straightened my T-shirt and blue jeans as much as such things can be straightened. I crept up to the top steps and as I slowly turned the handle to get a sneak peek at them, realized to my shock that the door was locked. I was a prisoner!
The sound of approaching footsteps sent me scurrying back down to my "room" and I stared up at the doorknob as it turned. I think my mouth was agape as I saw her lovely black hosiery come into view, wrapped around her strong calves, pulled taught by her feet pressed into shiny black designer pumps. She moved with the grace of a dangerous tiger but those beautiful stockings pulling with her every step had me riveted to my spot.
Ms. Douglas came down the stairs and then stood in front of me. She took up a protective stance, with hands folded across bosom. She was dressed very nicely today in a gray business suit with tailored skirt that revealed her hose covered calves and those wickedly black pumps of hers.
"Erin told me of your mischief today, Dick."
I felt my cheeks get hot with embarrassment. She could do that so easily! I watched her cock an eyebrow and her eyes regarded my crotch for a second before she looked back up and continued.
"You are not in the least bit well-behaved. Erin was upset and that doesn't make me happy. You could have soiled my precious stockings with your semen. Do you really think any woman wants to wear semen-covered stockings out of the house? Do you?"
"No, Ma'am."
"Oh, come on now. I'm sure you've had all sorts of dirty fantasies just like that. Don't tell me the little boy I have in my basement is afraid to admit it in front of his big, scary landlady?"
Again, though I was a fully grown adult, she had expertly made me feel small and childish with her smug and leering questions.
"I... I'm not, but..."
"Are you afraid I'll put you into a cockring and ballstretcher?"
She was smiling as the realization showed in my face that Erin had indeed made recommendations to her. I began to shift nervously from each foot and I looked down at the floor in more embarrassment.
"I don't need that, Ms. Douglas. I just got carried away. And I did it into the drain like you said to."
"You got carried away because of my stockings? My panties? Touching them? Did you smell them too, you pervert?"
