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Subject: {ASSM} Lisa, My Uncle's Pet 08/10
Date: Tue,  6 Nov 2001 19:10:07 -0500
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LISA, MY UNCLE'S MAID 08/10 by Taoman 

Lisa, My Uncle's Maid 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

Previous chapters can be located at storiesonline.net a free
non-commercial site. Big thanks for editorial assistance from
Bill Morgan




Lisa and I subdued the stunned Ingrid by transferring my shackles
and restraints to her limbs. My strength and movements were
deadened as a result of my previous harsh mistreatment. The most
assistance I could offer was to use my dead weight and a pillow
to hold Ingrid's head to the floor as Lisa did all the work. As
Ingrid had regained her senses she had screamed her muffled anger
and frustration at the new change of order of things. When I was
satisfied she was completely secured, I slowly pulled myself to
my feet. Her now- released wrath was loud and unpleasant. Using
my foot on her stomach to press her to the floor I ripped the
thin pants from her legs. Twisting the cloth into a tight wad I
roughly forced it into her mouth. I had heard enough of her vile
voice over the past few days.

She continued to violently struggle violently in her bondage for
several minutes then stopped to glare up at me. There was a raw
hatred in her eyes. I was sorely tempted to kick her in the face,
but I was at a point of collapse myself and lacked even the
strength to summon the needed energy to perform that much needed
act of revenge. As the adrenalin drained from my body I began to
shake. I lowered myself to the bed feeling the full weight of my
abuse. I told Lisa to unlock my collar. When I heard the lock
click I fumbled with the clasp of the hated symbol of my
submission.  With a last major effort I weakly flung it away from
myself.

I had briefly slept to be awakened by Lisa wiping my forehead
with a cool cloth. "Water, food, aspirin" I had whispered to her.
Over the next day and night Lisa ministered to me and by the next
afternoon I began to feel some of my strength return.

Ingrid still lay on the floor by the bed. I had forbidden Lisa
from attending to her. My former mistress had been reduced to a
wretched state. She had soiled herself. Her lips were parched and
split around the protruding wad of clothing. Her former
passionate fire seemed to have died out. When I attached my
collar to her neck I saw dawning fear in her eyes. 

Wordlessly I dragged my new captive to the bathroom, then lifted
and rolled her into the bathtub. I turned on the cold tap, which
drew an immediate shocked reaction from her. I stood back and
instructed the observing Lisa to "clean her up"

Later on my return I found the well scrubbed and rinsed Ingrid
crouched in the tub. I pulled her unresisting legs up and out
over so her stomach rested on the edge of the tub. I wedged
myself between her wet legs forcing her wet legs apart. I then
took her from behind in a hard manner. She was slippery and my
penis easily entered her. But, that was only the only gentle part
of my use of her. I pounded against her thighs driving her head
forward into the still full bath. She immediately began to
struggle to get her submerged face out of from the water. Her
restraints and my weight prevented her from gaining any purchase.
I continued my thrusting until her movements became frantic then
I used her hair to pull her face from the water. I used this
means of control until I finished with her. It was a deeply
satisfactory experience.

This was the first time in a long series of rapes I inflicted on
Ingrid, the new slave. I realized this was the worst punishment I
could subject her too. I learned she was a very responsive female
and despite herself couldn't seem to control her own passions. I
wondered if the awareness of her own need and weaknesses is what
made her so cruel. During intercourse her lean frame would buckle
and thrash in her restraints as she underwent powerful orgasm
after orgasm. 

I pondered the fine line between a dominant and submissive
personality. Within days her resistance had melted away. I of
course kept her completely shackled, but her demeanor had become
as meek as a lamb. Without any demand from me she had started
calling me "Master'.

Although I am not by nature a vindictive man, I was not forgetful
of the terrible injustices I had suffered from her. I had decided
on her ultimate fate and made preparations. 


A week later, I called several old friends from school to come
see me in the city. That weekend all three of my old carousing
schoolmates showed up at my door.  The four of us had a notorious
reputation in Cambridge as a very debauched libertine gang of
rogues. We called ourselves the "whore-mongers" and the "good"
blue-blooded girls of Harvard had mostly shunned us like
distasteful outcasts. We had gloried in this distinction. 

They were immediately impressed by my new living conditions. I
gave them a quick tour, which terminated in the game room. There
I had made a grand pronouncement introducing the day's
festivities and had pulled a heavy wood teacart from the kitchen.
I had secured the nude Ingrid on the middle shelf so she was
positioned in a suspended crawl. Her buttocks protruded on one
end and her head on the other. I had tied her hands and arms so
she could slowly propel the cart by using her fingers. Her thighs
were spread wide and bound. Her positioned pussy was shaved,
gaping and inviting to be filled.

My "worldly" friend's were stunned at this provocative display. I
informed them that Ingrid had volunteered to satisfy all our
"base carnal lusts" for the day. I additionally had shaved her
head so all that remained was a topknot at the crown of her
shining skull. I grabbed the knot and lifted her bowed head. Her
eyes took in the room full of men staring at her and she closed
her eyes. 

"You yearn to be used and degraded, don't you Ingrid?" I asked
her.

"Yes," she whispered after a moment.

My friend's attempts to remain casual under this unusual
circumstance were humorous. But, they immediately began acting as
if having a naked bound girl was simply a normal occurrence.
William, always the initiator of the group, walked behind Ingrid
and began to squeeze her bottom. 
 
"Grade A Prime," he smirked as her smacked her bottom. 

He slid his hand down and stroked her cleft. 

"She is soaking! She does like this," he proclaimed.

He leaned forward and kissed the exposed flower of her vulva.

"Damn puss is sweet as candy and I can't resist sugar," he
laughed.

He promptly unzipped his pants and pulled out a throbbing
erection. Holding his penis in his fist he rubbed it between her
legs and then thrust his hips forward. Ingrid grunted and
squirmed in her bindings. Resting his hands on the cart he began
a slow leisurely driving motion. He looked up at us sheepishly. 

"If snatch was always so easy and tight I would never think of
anything else," he said in a slow drawl.

The rest of us watched our friend's performance and cheered him
on. Someone suggested he wouldn't last a minute and another added
he had left a historic trail of unsatisfied coeds back at school.


With this ribbing William began a more vigorous pumping. Ingrid
moaned and clenched her fists. Then she shuddered and had an
obvious orgasm. 

"God damn she does love it!" Mark, the more usually reserved of
the group, blurted out.

Then completely out of character he pulled a chair to the front
of the cart. Sitting at the edge of the chair he unzipped his
pants and pulled out his cock. Using the Ingrid's topknot he
lifted her face to his growing erection. Ingrid submissively used
her tongue to guide the shaft to her open mouth. She bobbed her
head and engulfed him. Mark seemed oblivious to the rest of us as
he concentrated on moving her head up and down on his cock. 

It was at this moment that Lisa entered the room. She wore a
full-length silk kimono my Uncle had brought her from the Far
East. It looked like it had been sewn to her curves. Her eyes had
widened momentarily at the tableau being played out with Ingrid,
but she immediately regained her aplomb and smiled brightly to
all of us as if this was a common household occurrence. 

I introduced her as my Uncle's "prot**e9**g**e9**". I made no
reference to her status as a slave. Her large neck collar was
very apparent, but politely no one made mention of it. I had no
plans of sharing her with them.  My friends seemed unsure of her
duties in the house and politely followed my lead with her. She
ran back and forth from the kitchen bringing food as needed.
Between servings she would stand behind me and eventually joined
in the raucous banter. She seemed energized by the male-dominated
atmosphere of the room and could hold her own with any of the
casual but flirtatious remarks directed at her. 

I had noticed that she seemed to have a growing interest in my
one friend from Boston, Brian, and there seemed to be a
heightened awareness between the two. He was a rake whose sexual
exploits were of such amazing achievement that he had become a
fraternity legend. He had an unfathomable attraction to the other
sex. I had always wondered if it was his sharp Irish features or
his devil-may-care personality that the women found appealing. 
We had been roommates and had an understanding that the other
would vacate the room at any time the other needed it for
privacy. I had been dumb-founded more than once when sleepily
exiting the premise and passing him and a late night paramour. He
had an uncanny knack for seducing beautiful coeds that the rest
of us had thought to be completely out of play. 

I thought for a minute of heading him off. But I noted Lisa's coy
animation in his presence and thought I would just let the matter
play out.  

The afternoon turned into evening and the mood of the party
became progressively more inebriated. 

"TABLE!" someone yelled, "Where is that damned table!

 Ingrid used her tightly bound hands to slowly propel her burden
around the table. We had placed a large wash pan of ice and beer
on top the cart. My friends had continuously enjoyed Ingrid's
charms since their arrival. Everyone had repeatedly sated his
desires with her. Finally someone had inserted the long wood
handle of a church key into her anus. The business end stuck from
her backside in a particularly obscene manner. We had been
popping cans of beer with this handy appliance for nearly an
hour. The back of her thighs gleamed with accumulated sperm and
sprayed beer. 

Lisa had joined us in the poker game. Brian had pulled her onto
his lap. She had made a token resistance to this familiarity, but
had not made a concerted effort to escape from his clutches. Now
she was playing his hand as he sat back and advised her. She had
tried drinking beer and her earlier coy shyness had vanished. I
had seen Brian's hands had become bolder as he gained confidence
in her lack of resistance. 

He slowly ran his hand up her side and lifted it to point at the
card she should play and then in the next movement cupped a full
breast and squeezed it encouragingly. Her lips parted at the
caress and she paused for a moment before playing her card. She
lifted her shoulders to press her bosom against his hand. Brian
smiled and again squeezed the silken covered handful. We
exchanged glances and I realized that sharing Lisa was not going
to cause me any distress. I shook my head at him and shrugged my
shoulders as if the matter was out of my control. Brian looked at
me intently for a moment then smiled. He returned his attention
to Lisa and her next play. He kept his hand on her breast with
one finger slowly rolling a now obliviously tautened nipple. 

I made a decision and folded my cards. I excused myself from the
table and went into another room. When I returned I stood above
Brian and Lisa. Reaching down to her neck I brushed her hair back
and clipped a leash to her collar. 

I relished in the astonishment that crossed Brian's face in this
new development. It was a rare treat to be one up on him. I
handed him the other end of the leash. "She feels naked without
this on." I told him.

I sat back at the table and picked up my cards. Looking up at
Lisa we exchanged glances. I wondered what was going through her
mind at the moment. Brian leaned forward and whispered something
in her ear. She giggled and I thought for sure I saw her blush.
She turned to him and whispered something in his ear. Brian
smiled and set down his cards.

"Gentlemen, I fold," he announced. Lifting Lisa to her feet he
arose. "Please excuse us." He added.

He looked at Lisa and she pointed toward her chambers. Without
another word he led her in the indicated direction. Before the
two vanished Lisa turned toward me and we again exchanged
glances. I felt no jealously. I smiled at her and she touched her
pursed lips with one finger and the door closed behind them.

In my slightly intoxicated state I had a moment of intuitive
clarity that our relationship would never be quite the same. (To
be continued)


    














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