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The Complete Lisa by Taoman
Lisa, My Uncle's Pet copyright 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
This is the all the story as of now. Thanks to my friends who had saved part
I. Look for an expansion of the story in the future. There seems to be an
erotic potential for more exploration of the interaction between Lisa and
her young Master. 07/19/00 PAX
Lisa, my Uncle's Pet by Taoman Chapter One My Uncle had always been a
mystery to my family. He had left home at an early age and virtually
disappeared. His rare reappearance's which usually occurred at family
funerals where always unannounced. I remembered him from these events, as
well dressed, cultured and seemingly very wealthy. It was at my mother's
funeral, his sister, that I had my first discussion with him as an adult. I
was eighteen then and with her death I was all that remained of his
immediate family. He questioned me regarding my academic status and seemed
to have some awareness of my many accomplishments. He approved of my pursuit
of a career in law. I always received very generous checks from my Uncle at
my birthday and the holidays. This income insured I never lacked for money
during college. I had a suspicion that his influence had been involved
behind the many grants and scholarships that came my way. On my graduation I
found keys to a late-modeled sports car and his card.. When I called him
with my profuse thanks he laughed and told me to visit him. He said he
needed to go over seas for a month and needed someone to stay at his home.
As I had no immediate summer plans and great curiosity regarding my uncle I
agreed. Two days later I found myself sitting with my uncle at his home. He
lived quite well. He had explained my duties, which did not seem like much.
All tasks where performed by domestic help, which came in daily. I thought I
might be bored with the lack of activity. Then he said it was time to meet
my main duty. He reached over and rang a small bell on the table. There was
a silence and I heard a hissed `no" from the hallway out of my sight. He
smiled and picked up what appeared to be a television remote device. "I had
to implement this crude means of persuasion with your arrival I am afraid"
he stated. He pressed the red button and immediately I heard a female cry
out. "Lisa, come here" my uncle said in the direction of the cry. I was
taken aback by the appearance of a beautiful young woman emerging from the
hall. She was had the olive complexion of the Mediterranean with full
luscious mane of black hair falling to her shoulders. Her dark green eyes
flashed angrily at my Uncle as she hurried across the tile floor in her high
heels. She stood before us and I was very impressed with her. With her spike
heels she stood at about five foot four inches. Her large firm breasts where
well displayed by the low cut on her very short black dress. The plain
leather collar around her neck accented her exotic beauty. Her hands where
clenched in fists at her sides and she stared at us both with a heated
defiance. "This is Master . Greet him properly Lisa', my Uncle spoke in a
bemused tone. Lisa shook that black mass of hair in a negative way. Then
bent a knee and inclined her head and upper body toward me. "Lisa...recall
our earlier discussion" my Uncle stated. She looked at him gave a
exasperated glare then lowered herself to her knees before me. She did this
in a manner as to not expose any of her deep cleavage. But, still I was
awarded a lovely look of a upper thigh and a hint of lace as her kneeled. I
looked down at her and she would not immediately meet my eyes, then those
large green eyes came up and she fully acknowledged me. "Welcome Master `
she said in a low throaty voice " How may I serve you?' I was obliviously at
a loss for words and my Uncle spoke up telling her to bring us the wine
decanter and glasses. She placed her hands to the floor, shifted her legs
and arose. It was apparent she was attempting to minimize the display of her
figure. The clingy short dress was defeating her. I watched her walk across
the room to the bar. She had a lovely backside. My Uncle passed me the
remote. "It is a slight modification of radio signal dog collar' he said
"you can control the intensity of the shock by that small dial on the side.
She can't remove the collar. Hopefully you will not need to use it much. It
does get her immediate attention." He laughed She came back to us to stand
before us with the decanter on a tray. She stared at the floor by my feet
"Wine Master?" she said. "Lisa you will do this as you have been trained" my
Uncle spoke sharply. The lovely girl immediately stepped close to me, bent
forward from her waist and presented the tray to me. Her position caused her
breasts to strain up and nearly spill from the top of the dress. I had a
unimpeded view of the full orbs. She wore a light clean perfume and I could
feel a heat emanate from her. I reached forward took a glass from the tray
and ran a finger lightly against the inner side of a proffered breast.
"Exquisite" I proclaimed To be continued PAX
EXPLICIT MATERIAL NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS.
(c) 2000 thomhobs@hotmail.com -- Commercial use prohibited
without authors consent
This is a story I have had in my head forever. I recently decided to share
it as I have always thought it had the potential of being interesting to
others. I have not done much writing so the English majors out there
probably will scorn my style. I have ran this story scenario in my
imagination for years so I hope I don't gloss over logical details familiar
to me but necessary for the understanding of the new reader.
Lisa, My Uncle's Pet Chapter II (Mf,slavery,nc)
After serving us Lisa was dismissed by my Uncle.
We sat and talked for several hours. He told me he had found her in Northern
Italy. She had been seventeen and from a very poor family. He said that he
had a specific type of girl in mind and had a private agency search for her.
Her unknowing responses to a psychological aptitude test and then the
follow-up taped interview had brought his full attention. He said when he
watched the tape he knew he had to own her.
She was very intelligent, spirited but with a deep underlying submissive
response to a dominant male figure. Her nature, despite her strong will, was
too serve and please a man.
His agency had approached her as a prospective employer. The position had
been defined as "servant" in America. But with the stipulations of
employment only lasting till she was 27 after which she would be given 250K
cash and a very generous stock portfolio. Also continuation of her education
with training toward a career of her choice. He said dance had been her
first choice but she had shown a recent interest in law. He chuckled and
said she was very intelligent.
After my Uncle had finally met her and she had signed the binding contract
she had fully understood that her role as "servant" was beyond that of an
employed domestic.
He smiled at me and said the reason he had not shown me more of the
relationship he had established with Lisa was for me to discover my own
unique abilities. He stated he had discreetly monitored my various female
relationships during my school years and had noted my preferences. He
laughed and said my tastes had become refined in the past year.
I was somewhat taken aback by his knowledge of me. I assumed he was
referring to my last "girlfriend" The relationship had been deeply involved
with bondage, punishment and her submission. It had been new frontiers for
both of us.
My Uncle showed me Lisa's daily schedule. She had two hours of aerobic
exercise daily, three hours of school and three times weekly dance class. He
said the instructors would enter and leave from a side entry and I would
never notice them.
He said her other time would be devoted to me as I pleased.
He demonstrated an in- house video system where I could fully monitor the
house. We watched her at a desk in her bedroom where she was evidently
studying. I noticed she had changed out of her earlier dress to an oversized
T-shirt.
With that he bid me good night saying he was leaving very early in the
morning and not to bother getting up. We shook hands and he said he would
return sometime in the fall. He smiled and said, "enjoy"
The next day I found a friendly black female cook in the kitchen. We worked
out a daily menu that would suit my tastes. She then quickly produced a
wonderful breakfast, which I devoured.
Afterward I toured the spacious house finding the gym where Lisa was
dutifully in the middle of her training. The instructor, a strikingly fit
lady with a German accent, had started Lisa on a routine of bending
stretches then came over and introduced herself to me. I noticed she carried
a wicked looking riding crop in her left hand. As we watched Lisa twist and
bend in what I thought was a very vigorous manner the trainer suddenly
barked a harsh command and seemingly bounded over to the bent over girl. The
instructress snapped the crop across Lisa's spandex covered backside. Lisa
cried out and immediately stood up with her hand rubbing the whipped cheek.
Lisa glanced my way and caught my smile and evident enjoyment of her
debasement then quickly went back into the exercise noticeably pushing
herself harder. I was sure her face was noticeably more flushed then from
the physical exertion.
I watched the two females for nearly a quarter hour. Lisa was in excellent
shape. Her rounded curves where misleading. Lisa was a firm and tight lithe
animal.
After Lisa made an awkward movement during a series of routines and fell
hard on her backside the instructor came over and quietly asked me if I
could come back later that my attention was distracting her pupil and making
her self-conscious. I laughed and agreed. But I decided that soon I would
have my own workout session with the little Lisa.
So later after checking her schedule and noting she had a two-hour hiatus
between her classes I rang for her. After five minutes and no response I
checked her room monitors to find that all three cameras had somehow been
rendered inoperative.
I had hoped that our relationship would start smoother than this. I sat
down in the large central leather recliner and picking up the collar remote
control I pressed the red button. Time passed and there was again no
answering response. I turned up the signal control dial and again pressed
the button. This time I heard a scream and a sound of breaking glass. Within
a moment an indignant Lisa entered the room to stand before me flushed and
wild-eyed.
She took a deep breath, looked in straight in the eye and screamed
something in Italian.
Not knowing the language I assumed by the tone that I was cursed at and I
couldn't help but laugh at her. She was quite lovely in her anger. She had
large green eyes of a shade like emeralds. Her thick black hair had been
tied back during aerobics was now loose and framed that beautiful face. A
young Gina Lollobrigada I thought. She had changed into a loose sweatshirt
and pants. The shirt read ROMA across those large breasts, which rose and
fell in a delightful fashion as she caught her breath.
"I am in class. You must not bother me!" she stamped her foot. Her accent
was very sexy.
I tapped her schedule, which lay on a side table. "No Lisa you are free for
several hours and it is time we became better acquainted". She did not
respond but continued to stare at me. She is attempting to intimidate me by
her will alone I thought with inner glee.
Sternly I looked at her and said "There be rules. First when I summon you
...you will come to me naked and kneel before me. Do you understand?"
Color rose in her cheeks, and her eyes flashed and she said something in
Italian. Then she said "No! I am not a slave and I do not have to do what
you say.
I said "And you will call me MASTER" I pressed the red button and she
arched backward hitting the carpeted floor where she jerked spasmodically.
Alarmed I took my finger from the button and she promptly curled into a
tight ball on the floor.
"Please, please stop" she was crying I noticed.
Despite a slight pang of pity I said firmly "Lisa, you WILL be naked in
your Master's presence.....NOW!"
I saw a pair of green eyes peer at me from under that disheveled mane of
hair. She sniffed then reached down and pulled the sweatshirt over her head.
Sitting crouched on the floor she kept her knees pressed against those
full orbs hindering my view. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic of the
baggy pants and lifting her ass sliding under then over the tops of her
knees down to her ankles where she kicked the garment aside.
The nude girl sat curled on the floor before me. She lifted her head and
look at me defiantly.
"Kneel before your Master, Lisa" I said again.
"You are not my real Master" she replied.
I shook my head and again picked up the control device.
"Bastard" she hissed and jerked herself up and to her knees.
I sat back in the chair to take in the sight of this naked beauty kneeling
before me if not submissively then at least at my command. The leather
collar on her neck seemed even more outstanding with her complete nudity.
She kept her arms at her sides with her fists tightly clenched. Her heavy
breasts where suspended on a lovely frame of ribs. She had large aureoles
and pert nipples, which I noticed where in a taut condition from her
exposure in the cool room. Her sex had been shaved to a slight strip of
which seemed to only accent a visible clit. I imagined she had a full bush
when growing wild.
"Open your legs little slave girl " I said.
She shook her head but then looked at the floor and opened her thighs
perhaps four inches.
I abruptly stood and stated " I have had enough of this" I grabbed a
handful of her hair and dragged her screaming and twisting behind me into
the next room.
(To be continued)
Earlier that day I had done some exploring of my new home. Immediately off
the great room I had found my Uncle's room of discipline. I had initially
been overwhelmed by the odd collection of intricate stainless steel devices
sitting next to almost medieval appearing curiosities. My Uncle evidently
was a collector with an eye for the practical and working antique. One high
tech device had caught my attention. I had spent a good part of the morning
familiarizing myself with the operation of the controls. It's ingenious
design and purpose impressed me.
It was toward this machine which I dragged my struggling naked captive. She
was a handful of furiously aroused female. I quickly appreciated her
strength. She gained her feet and lunged into me plummeting my chest with
her fists. I twisted her hair and pulled her forward and off her feet. All
this time she was screaming oaths in a combination of Italian and English. I
caught fist which was headed toward my face by the wrist and slapped it into
an awaiting cuff on the machine which snapped shut with a click. She seemed
to have a previous knowledge of this device and she immediately redoubled
her efforts to be free.
She screamed "I do not want this!"
Stepping back to the controls I flipped a lever and with quick electric
whine the slave girl was pulled off her feet and suspended by one wrist. She
spun around and she reached up to grasp the cable to relieve the strain on
her wrist. I snapped the other cuff on that free arm at the opportune moment
and with another flipped switch the captive girl's other arm was stretched
with her arms apart. She was hanging suspended inches from the floor. She
stopped her struggles realizing that it only displayed her naked charms to
me in a very provocative manner. She shook her head throwing her full mane
of hair away from her face and directed an angry glare at me. She couldn't
control her full bosom from rising and falling as she caught her breath from
her struggles.
Standing back very aware of the kicking potential of those dancers's legs I
looked into those deep green very angry eyes. "I am your Master. You will
call me Master. You will obey me." I said to her.
She curled her lips contemptuously "I will NOT!" She spat at me. "You are
not my Master."
I picked up a wooden paddle from a nearby table. I walked behind her. She
immediately began to twist and turn attempting to prevent my oblivious use
of the paddle. She was again screaming "NO, NO, NO"
When her gyrations slowed and her exposed bottom was fully presented I took
a full swing and with a resounding SMACK caught both of those firm cheeks.
The tremor of her scream changed to a throaty wail and she curled her legs
so she was a tight ball. I admired her gymnastic abilities. She looked over
her shoulder at me. She was wide-eyed with fear. I think she was realizing
that my youthful appearance belied my true sadistic nature.
I took another full swing with another sharp SMACK and corresponding scream
from Lisa. She lifted herself in her suspending binds jerking like a
beautiful naked dancing marionette. Her wail had turned to a pitiful sobbing
cry. She went limp and hung swinging slowly her head bowed.
I took one more full swing on the fully presented ass. She again jerked and
wailed satisfactorily. I noticed a dull redness had appeared on the cheeks
of her abused bottom beneath the natural Mediterranean darkness of her skin.
I walked before her and gently lifted her chin to look into her teary eyes.
"Have you had enough little one?" I asked her.
"Please no more......please" She would not look me in the eyes. "It hurts so
terrible"
I smiled. Crouching down I pulled up the two floor mounted ankle restraints
and snapped them on her despite murmured protests and feeble attempts to
struggle. Using the controls I adjusted the cables so Lisa was fully
suspended with her arms and legs stretched outward so she was an X. I stood
in front of her and dropped and kicked aside my loose breeches. Now I was
naked. Reaching behind her I cupped her ass in my hands. Her spanked bottom
was quite warm. I pulled her against me so my up hard thrust cock was
pressed against her cervix. I could feel a moist heat radiating from her
cleft. Her full heavy breasts where mashed against my chest. Her head came
up our faces inches from each other and our eyes met. My arousal was an
unsaid knowledge between us. I kissed her mouth in demanding fashion and she
twisted her face away. I squeezed her tortured ass hard and she gasped. I
again kissed her open mouth.
She said something in Italian, which I assumed was another protest. I stood
back. She was watching me closely. I saw her eyes drop to my erection. Then
she closed her eyes and bowed her head her hair falling about her face.
"Soon little slavegirl you will be sucking on your Master's cock." I said.
"You love sucking cock don't you?"
Never raising her head I heard a low "No" and she shook her head negatively.
"That is not what my Uncle said" I laughed.
Her eyes came up with this and I could tell I had her worried.
My Uncle, ever the discreet gentleman, had never said a thing. But Lisa's
questioning look convinced me that I had struck a nerve. I smiled at her.
"And you will lick and swallow every drop of cum from my cock" I told her
empathizing "cock" when I said it. I think she knew enough slang English to
understand.
She dropped her head avoiding my mocking stare.
I had noticed the convenient screw divot in the floor and the nearby
matching attachment. It was a large T that mounted to the floor. The cross
bar just creased the hanging girl's abdomen. By adjusting the suspending
cables I shortly had Lisa in the position I desired.
She was bent forward with her ass sticking out in a most inviting manner.
Her legs where sprayed outward and forward. She was squirming uncomfortably.
Walking behind her I reached between her open thighs and caressed her
exposed sex. She was wet and hot. I rolled her engorged protruding clit
between my fingers. She gasped and a shudder ran through her. I rubbed some
of her secretions on the head of my cock and pushed forward. The head
entered her velvet heat and I halted to savor my conquest.
She was squirming in her binds and protesting the intrusion in a low tone.
"No, no, no.please.too big"
She was tight. I realized that her training had given her extraordinary
muscle control. She was actually attempting to squeeze me out of her pussy.
Placing my hands on her hips I began a slow back and forth motion pushing
against the resistance. The barrier seemed to become wet and she moaned. The
wall seemed to collapse and I slid in. She was an exquisite tightness on my
cock. I pushed forward until the full length of my penis was buried to the
hilt in her. I stopped again holding her hard against me.
"Damn you are a sweet little slave girl Lisa" I told her. She had relaxed
and was hanging loosely in the restraints.
I reached forward and grabbed her full breasts catching the nipples between
my fingers. I noticed the nipples where taut with excitement.
"Your body betrays you little one" I told her.
Using her breasts as handholds I began a slow in and out thrust against her.
She came abruptly and suddenly, crying out and arching her back. I increased
my tempo fucking her hard. Hanging as she was I had the ability to pull her
against me as I drove forward resulting in a deep satisfactory penetration.
She cried out and came again.
Suddenly I noticed she was meeting my thrusts by lifting her ass on my down
stroke.
"Fuck me you little bitch...fuck me" I told her.
I heard her whisper something unintelligible in Italian. She would let out a
"ah" when our hips met at full thrust.
She tightened her pelvic muscles and it was like a fist grabbed my cock. I
threw my head back and took a deep breath fighting not to come. I had to
stop to get control. I squeezed her breasts pinching her nipples. She hissed
and the pressure lessened. I started a slow in and out motion then again
began to drive against her hard. She arched, straining against her binds and
had an orgasm, crying out.
I was beginning to fully appreciate this treasure my Uncle had found. I
again stopped. We where fully joined our bodies locked as I held her too me.
I leaned forward to whisper my mouth against her ear. "You belong to me,
little Lisa. I own you and you are all mine." I ran my tongue up her ear.
She shuddered beneath me and turned her head away.
"Do you like the way your Master fucks you, Lisa?" I asked. I had started a
slow tempo of fucking her. Despite her restrained position she was able to
relax and open her thighs to allow me even a closer thrust. I picked up the
pace slamming into her. She would match each thrust with her own. "Oh fuck
your Master little Lisa. Show him how a good slave bitch can fuck" She came
with a loud cry and went slack against me. I noticed a sheen of sweat on her
back.
I let go at this point. An intense wave of pleasure as I came deep in her,
holding her tight against me. I pulled out and stood back from the limply
hanging girl.
I walked to her head and grabbed a handful of her hair. Pulling her head up
I leaned forward and kissed her. Her lips did not resist me this time.
Standing up I placed my semi-flaccid cock before her face the head of my
cock brushing against her lips. "Clean up your Master's cock, Lisa" I said.
She turned her face away leaving a trail of cum across her lips and cheek.
"Do it now or I will spank the skin off your ass" I told her Her head came
up and she looked up at me. I was not smiling.
Her tongue came out tentatively and shyly touched the pearl of cum beaded at
the head of my penis. The drop clung to her tongue when she licked it. A
string of seminal dangled from my cock to her mouth. She looked up at me and
I smiled at her. She averted her eyes, then licking the cum from her lips,
she swallowed again.
She swiped the cock head running her tongue under and over until the gland
gleamed from her saliva and then she swallowed again.
I ran my fingers through her hair. "Good girl" I told her. "Good girl" I
placed the cock head against her lips. "Look at me Lisa" I said. Her eyes
came up to mine. "Kiss your Master's cock little slave girl' I said. There
was a moment's hesitation and she dropped her eyes. "Lisa" I said in a hard
tone. Her eyes rose to meet mine, she blinked and her head moved forward and
I felt and saw her puckered lips lightly kiss my cock. Then she dropped her
eyes.
To Be Continued
Lisa, My Uncle's Pet- Conclusion Mf, slavery, bondage, oral
ADULT MATERIAL. PLEASE DO NOT REPRINT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION
My lounge chair being jerked slightly disturbed my nap. I became consciously
aware and opened my eyes. I was laid out naked in the sun next to the pool.
It was a warm and brilliant afternoon, which seemed meant for nothing but
complete relaxation.
I looked down between my out stretched legs to observe what had disturbed my
repose. The naked Lisa on her knees was at the end of her leash, which ran
from her neck collar to my chair arm. The chair again jerked slightly as she
attempted to reach a massive volume of law which just beyond her fingertips.
She was virtually surrounded by other such books. The books where stacked
and others where opened to whatever she was researching. She caught the
edge of the book and with a triumphal smile sat back on her heels and
hoisted the book onto her lap. She turned her head to me when she felt my
eyes on her and gave me a lovely smile.
She had adapted the use of wearing reading glasses for the fine print in the
texts. The glasses where perched on the end of her nose and she looked at me
over the rims. She had her long hair tied in a very loose bun on top of her
head. Several loose strands of hair framed her lovely face. She had rubbed
oil over herself and she gleamed in the sun. I noticed several beads of
perspiration clung to her large out thrust breasts.
"I thought you would never wake up." She said brightly, "Look what I have
found" She ran a finger across a page leaving a slight oil smudge on the
book. She then began a legal discourse worthy of a licensed attorney. I lay
my head back and immediately lost interest. This argument which dealt with
an obscure facet of the law had been ongoing for days now. I was on vacation
I told myself. I had planned to take the bar in the winter after a summer
break. But had found the past weeks had been every bit as mentally
challenging as the last years of law school.
I had come to quickly realize that Lisa was a quick-minded genius with
boundless energy, which she would focus on a problem until she had worked it
out. My Uncle had not left me in this situation simply for my youthful stud
services. Although the time we spent talking law was balanced by our sexual
passions. Lisa would focus her entire attention on what she enjoyed.
Her voice intruded on my thoughts. "See right here..in 1969...Smith vs. Smith...
the court decided....." I reached down and tugged her leash pulling her to me.
She looked up briefly then scooted on her knees between my spread legs.
Holding the book she continued reading out loud to me.
She would order these books and someone would deliver them from a very
impressive law library the next day. Her classes had a scholarship level,
which I thought she could compete at any Ivy League school. I had a shock
when one day when I noticed one of her tutors leaving. I had seen his
picture on one of the more highly regarded texts from my school days.
She reached up and ran her hand up my leg stopping to squeeze my thigh as
she emphasized the point she was making. I felt my groin stir.
She stopped reading and looked at me. "See it is as exactly as I said!" she
told me, delighted with her self. She began reading out load again to me.
I tugged the leash again, taking in the slack so she was pulled toward my
crotch. She looked up and noticed my semi-erect cock, which dangled before
her. "Oh" she said. She pushed her glasses up her nose and leaned forward to
take the head of my cock in her mouth. I opened my thighs, smiled and laid
my head back. After a moment I felt the hot suction leave my penis and heard
a wet "pop" as her lips left the gland. "But, listen to this" she said.
Holding the book in one hand she stroked my cock with the other. She began
reading where she had left off.
I took a deep breath.
I had lost the remote control shock device several weeks ago. When I found
myself losing a particularly testy argument involving politics I had used
the device on her to make a point. Later when I had set the remote down she
grabbed it and threw it against the wall.
I abruptly interrupted her discourse. "You know that rattan switch that
hangs by itself on the wall in the "room? Do you think that would leave
blister-welts on someone?" I stared up into the clouds as if in deep
thought.
She stopped reading. I could feel her stare. Although we had engaged in much
play and back and forth interaction, she had seen a sadistic side in me that
kept her watchful.
"I would not know, but I think someone would have to particularly cruel to
use that." She said primly. But she set aside the book then ran her hands
around my waist sliding forward her oiled firm breasts rubbing against my
inner thighs and took my fully turgid cock in her mouth. She slowly lowered
her mouth until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. We had practiced in
the past weeks until she was able to take all of me. She said I was bigger
than my Uncle who had been her first man.
I thought to my self that life was wonderful. I reclined further in the
chair so my hips where at the edge of the chair.
`Lower little slave" I said "go down"
She slowly brought her mouth up my penis, stopping at the end to slowly bob
her head. I brought my head up and looked at her. I opened my eyes in a
questioning manner. She looked delightful with her beautiful face and the
large cock pistoning her puckered lips. She looked at me then rolled her
eyes. Sliding her hand across me she grasped the cock and gently let the me
slide from her lips as rolled her tongue around the mushroom head. She
slowly lowered her head lathing the length to my balls with her tongue. I
felt her gently kissing and rolling my testicles in her mouth.
"Lower Lisa" I said. I slid forward a bit and opened my legs wide. I felt
her breath on the base of my cock and then a kiss. The wispy flick and then
the probing at my anus. She slowly drilled her tongue into my depths.
I was totally relaxed. "Good girl" I said
Smiling contentedly I thought to myself "and it is only June"
The End
Lisa, My Uncle's Pet Epilogue
My Uncle passed away the next year. Then several years later I saw Lisa
again.
I had a very lucrative career in corporate law and happened to be at a
large big money reception in another city when I glimpsed her across the
room. Our eyes met at the same time. She was amazingly beautiful. She wore a
tasteful business suit that would have considered conservative except that
extraordinary figure could not be disguised.
Of course we talked, actually for several hours. She had her career in law
but had gotten married and had a little daughter. She sounded very happy
and very successful.
I had very few regrets in my life. I did not ever reconsider or dwell on
my few miscalculations but always pushed ahead with my career and life.
But, I had fallen deeply in love with Lisa that summer. There was a aching
vacuum in my soul that I had always carried with me.
We discussed our lives, families (I too was married) and careers. Having
been drinking wine and the closeness of her made me feel impetuous and in a
conversation lull I asked a bold question.
"Do you miss belonging to a man?"
Our eyes locked, she wet her lips then she shifted her glaze and looked
over my shoulder.
"I am very content." She said simply.
I pressed my point "No" I said, "Do you miss the control, the submission?"
"Do I miss being little Lisa the slave girl? The sexual plaything of you
and your Uncle?" She looked at me earnestly, then gave me one of her
brilliant smiles. "Sometimes I suppose. There is a freedom in the complete
giving of oneself. I do miss your Uncle. He was very good to me."
I had a moment of intuition "Is the sex as good, Lisa?"
She shifted her eyes and there was a pause. I looked at her and waited.
Not meeting my glaze she replied "No, of course not." Looking up at me.
"But you knew that didn't you? We make decisions and live out our lives"
I smiled at her and slid my hand up her ribs to below a full breast, which
I squeezed. "Here is a proposition for you." I said. "I know this building.
If you go down that flight of steps, turn left there is a empty room which
we can lock. Meet me there in ten minutes. As a slave, naked on your knees
waiting for your Master"
Our eyes remained locked.
I turned and walked from her.
I suppose what happened next is anti-climatic. But it seems poignant to me.
The room was empty. As I turned to leave and close the door I saw the collar
on the inside doorknob. I examined it. I believe it was her original collar
because it had the microelectronics and silver contact discs on the inner
surfaces.
I twirled the collar around my index finger, smiled to myself and left.
"
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