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very afraid.
    She returned to the closet, leaving him to dread her plan,
whatever it might be, and returned in the demure suit she’d been wearing when
she arrived the night before. She showed him that she’d taken a sum of cash
from him, as well, although that didn’t matter as much as everything else.
    She rang the bell for the staff, and the Count was horrified
that they would see him like this. To his astonishment, it wasn’t Lars who
answered the summons but Trish, one of the junior maids. She was a redhead who
kept her hair boyishly short. Her figure was boyish as well, even in the
corset, and the Count’s body responded predictably to the sight of her. She
stared at him in astonishment, and Athena smiled, not having missed his reaction.
    She was carefully putting on her gloves. “What is your
name?”
    “Trish, Countess.” The girl curtseyed low, displaying her
wet cunt.
    “Trish, please go downstairs and fetch all of the maids.
I’ve assigned Anna a task, but I want all the others here in uniform, as
quickly as possible.”
    “Yes, Countess.”
    Another curtsey and Trish was gone.
    Athena smiled. She took a straight chair from the desk, and
positioned it in the middle of the room. She reached into the Count’s drawers
full of supplies and accessories. She chose several lengths of braided black
leather, tossing them on to the floor beside the chair.
    The Count was nearly choking with dread.
    It seemed a thousand years until the seven maids appeared.
They were all so young and so beautiful that having them see him like this
nearly broke his heart. He’d chosen them purely for the eye candy of their
supple young bodies, pert breasts and delicious mouths. The black and white
uniforms suited them so well, the tight corsets, the lacey white aprons, the
little gloves, stockings and lace caps. The Count adored that he could see the
shadow of their pubic hair through the hems of the aprons and that when they
bent over, he could see the glistening red between their thighs. He’d enjoyed
many a morning, just watching them dust and clean.
    “The Count must be placed on the chair,” Athena said, her
tone commanding.
    The maids flocked to him, their hands fluttering over him
like small birds. It was exquisite torture. They tugged him to the foot of the
bed, then lifted him together. They were unsteady beneath the weight of him in
their heels, making the short ride to the chair seem precarious and dangerous.
That must have been why the Count’s heart was pounding so hard.
    Athena watched with a small smile of satisfaction. “Bind his
legs to the front legs of the chair,” she instructed. “I want to see him
trussed from ankle to knee.” Several of the maids set to work. “Be sure you
bind one leg down before untying his current bonds.”
    The Count caught his breath, realizing there’d be no chance
of escape. He glared at Athena. Didn’t she know that no one had tied him
helpless in decades? Didn’t she recognize how big of a mistake she was making?
    Didn’t she appreciate everything he’d done for her?
    “Put his arms over the back and bind his torso to the back
of the chair. Then his wrists and forearms to the back legs of the chair.”
    The maids fluttered around him, their perfume enticing him,
their wet snatches tempting him, their breasts so close that he felt denied
beyond expectation. When they were done and he was harnessed to the chair, the
maids backed away to stand on either side of him in a neat row. They curtseyed
as one, but to Athena, not the Count.
    He seethed at the injustice of it all.
    Athena smiled then beckoned to Trish. “Straddle him,” she
instructed and the Count’s eyes widened. Trish did as instructed and the Count
found himself confronted with the sweet display of her small breasts. He could
smell her wet snatch and found his own cock hard and ready. Trish smiled shyly
at him and put her hands on his shoulders. The Count swallowed.
    “The Count needs to be taught a lesson