Message-ID: <32181asstr$998698203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@slb1.atl.mindspring.net> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Taoman" <thomhobs@NOSPAMhotmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <9m5lhi$4iq$1@slb1.atl.mindspring.net> X-Server-Date: 24 Aug 2001 13:41:06 GMT X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2479.0006 X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Fri, 24 Aug 2001 09:44:42 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} Lisa, My Uncle's Maid 02/10 by Taoman Date: Fri, 24 Aug 2001 20:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/32181> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, kelly LISA, MY UNCLE'S MAID 02/10 by Taoman Lisa, My Uncle's Pet copyright @2001 Taoman. The right of Taoman to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with Section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights and Patents Act 1988 The following material is intended for adults only Chapter 2 After Lisa had served my uncle he indicated for her to kneel on a small pillow on the floor next to his chair. With another self-conscious glance at me she lowered herself demurely to her knees. She folded her hands in her lap and rested back primly on her heels. She lowered her eyes and would not meet my continued frank appraisal. As we talked I examined my uncle. I figured his age in the mid-thirties. He was tanned, tall, lean and looked very fit. He was very serious man and was not one to chat. I had attempted to turn our talk toward the mystery of his life. But, he was not forthcoming in this regard, but would adroitly dodge my queries. The conversation seemed to center on me almost as if I was being interviewed. We had been discussing my parents and I had been suddenly overwhelmed with grief. There was a pause and we both sat and stared at the fire. He had politely shifted his attention until I had composed myself. He turned to Lisa and told her to bring the cigar humidor. She rose, repeating her carefully demure rising movement. She crossed the room and unintentionally refreshed my memory of her extraordinary beauty. Bringing a heavy wood canister towards us, my uncle indicated for her to serve me first. She came to me and again bent forward to expose the wide expanse of her breasts. She lifted the lid blocking my view to reveal an array of cigars. "Cigar, Master?" she murmured. I picked a large Cuban make I recognized as an Upmann. For a moment I was at a loss to how to prepare the cigar when my uncle spoke. "She will do it for you," he said with a slight smile. She looked at him and then to me. I shrugged and held it out. She set down the humidor and took the cigar. Using a knife from the table she expertly cut off the end. Holding the cigar to her puckered mouth she rolled it between her pursed lips to smooth the rough edges. Then in a very businesslike manner, she ran her extended tongue around the tip. I caught her eye as she performed this last task. I had a sudden image of her performing fellatio and I inadvertently smiled. She saw my expression and looked away. I had an intuition she knew exactly what I was thinking. My uncle spoke up. "She is well trained in her duties," he said dryly. I turned to see if he was being sarcastic but his expression was deadpan. Then using her fingernail she struck a wooden match and lit the cigar. She exhaled and there was smoke between us. Her eyes came up and locked with mine through the smoke cloud for a timeless moment. She bowed and offered the cigar to me. Then she turned to my uncle and performed the same task. When she had returned the humidor to its proper place, she returned to kneel at my uncle's side. He laid a hand possessively on her head and gently stroked her hair. "Before we retire we need to discuss Lisa," he said. He brushed her hair from her face. She was staring at the floor. "I found her in Italy after the war," he said. "Well, let me correct that. She was given to me as a gift.... in return for a favor. Lisa and I entered an agreement. I would bring her to the States and take care of her and in return she would belong to me. I have promised when she turns 25 I will secure her American citizenship and have guaranteed her a generous income the rest of her life. So she is not a slave. Those days are long past in this country, but more of an indentured servant. Then he added, "She is twenty now and was fifteen when she first came to me. We have come a long way." He smiled and rubbed the back of his hand affectionately against her cheek. She looked up to him and then darted a glance at me. She then looked back to the floor. "You will find she is very intelligent," he continued. "I have permitted her to be tutored by private instructors and her progress has been remarkable. She has shown a desire to pursue law and I thought you might be of some assistance in that regard "But that is not the reason you are here, John. I want you to interact with Lisa. She has been shut up in this penthouse for years and I want her to experience someone her own age. "Also in return, John, I want you to benefit from this time. Nowadays my philosophy regarding the roles of men and women has become pass**e9** or antiquated. But I want you to appreciate the proper control of a woman. I was afraid you might have entangled yourself with one of those coeds at Cambridge but I see you avoided the trap. The ability to master a woman's will is a talent that needs to be learned. It is a fine art and doesn't come naturally. In this modern world examples to emulate are becoming very rare," he added as an afterthought. " I want you to learn your own destiny. The template is here." He indicated the whole room and smiling ran his hand up Lisa's back. " Perhaps you lack the strength or will; that is up to you. But I want you to experience a man's natural power before one of these emancipated American cunts turns you into her emasculated lap dog begging for her favors. "Now in regards to Lisa: I have instructed her to obey you as she does me. But you may find the practical application of this may be more complicated than it sounds. I will leave you to your own wits and devices in the matter. You will find the tools needed through-out my home." He smiled as he stared at her. "I think initially you will find Lisa's temperament daunting, but I have found that in her soul she yearns to be mastered." Lisa had turned her head and been listening to my uncle intently. At his last statement she seemed bursting to voice protest but then restrained herself. She bowed her head and looked at the floor. My uncle lifted her chin so they were eye to eye. "Lisa, I will repeat this once more so there is no misunderstanding. John is the master of the house while I am gone and you will obey his every command. Do you understand this?" There was a pause as the two stared at each other. She nodded. "Now tell John you understand," he told her. He turned her head towards me. She would not meet my eye, but flatly stated; "I will obey you." 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