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Subject: {ASSM} Lisa, My Uncle's Maid 02/10 by Taoman
Date: Fri, 24 Aug 2001 20:10:03 -0400
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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."


TO BE CONTINUED




 







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