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From: "Taoman" <thomhobs@NOSPAMhotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Lisa, My Uncle's Pet 03/10 by Taoman
Date: Wed, 29 Aug 2001 22:10:01 -0400
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Lisa, My Uncle's Maid by Taoman

Chapter 3

Shortly thereafter my uncle announced it was time for bed. As he
rose from his chair, he said, "I will be in contact." As an
afterthought he had taken two keys from his pocket and told me
they were for Lisa's collar and the drawer holding the control
mechanism. He suggested I keep it secure on my person to avoid
"anyone's wayward temptations".  Then taking Lisa by the hand he
led the lovely maid off to another wing. I sat by myself,
watching the fire slowly die and considered the evening's
portentous events. I finally decided I would relax and enjoy this
luxurious setting and just let the chips fall were they might. My
uncle had indicated the location of the guest room and I retired
to sleep heavily.

The next day it was mid-morning before I arose. After a shower I
followed the scent of frying bacon to the kitchen. I found a
large jovial black female cook there who had anticipated my need
for breakfast. She told me that my uncle had left early in the
morning. Also, she would be in twice a day "to fix-up" breakfast
and dinner. She showed me the phone to call in special orders
from the kitchen downstairs and the location of the dumbwaiter. I
told her my favorite foods and she promised an evening meal "just
like home." 

Afterward, carrying a mug of coffee, I toured the spacious
penthouse in daylight. Eventually I heard voices and opened a
door to find a small gymnasium. Lisa was dutifully involved in an
athletic training class. The instructress, a striking blonde, was
directing her through a strenuous routine of bending stretches.
Lisa's coach barked several guttural commands at her charge, and
then strode over to me. She wore a white loosely fitted
tunic-like blouse and thin baggy knee-length shorts. There was a
black belt tied around her waist. With a noticeable German accent
she told me her name was Ingrid.  As we shook hands we took the
other's measure. I noticed her handshake was as strong and
confident as a man's. She was a beautiful hard-featured Aryan.
Her blond hair was cropped short to her head and she had
unblinking piercing blue eyes.  She was only inches shorter than
me and her body was lean and tightly muscled. In particular I
noticed a rider's crop that she carried on a thong from her
wrist. 

She told me she was Lisa's trainer and that her job was to keep
Lisa in superb physical condition. Ingrid stated that Italians
were naturally lazy. Her task was to instill Lisa with a "sense
of proper discipline". As we talked she continuously tapped her
crop against her leg.

Lisa had continued her exercise regimen, but had been distracted
as she surreptitiously attempted to listen to us. She made an
awkward movement and broke her rhythm.  Ingrid's head jerked
around and she screamed something in German. She bounded over to
the bending girl and snapped the crop across Lisa's upturned
vulnerable backside.  Lisa squealed, immediately dropped flat to
the mat and rubbed her bottom. She glanced my way and to see my
reaction to her humiliation, then quickly climbed back to her
feet. She continued the interrupted movement with her face
blushing dark red beneath her olive complexion.  
	
I leaned against the wall and continued to watch the two females
for nearly a quarter of an hour. Lisa was in excellent physical
condition. Her rounded curves were misleading. She was a tightly
muscled lithe female dynamo. 
	
Ingrid grew agitated after Lisa had made several imperceptible
miss-movements during a particularly provocative sensual routine.
 She had directed Lisa to perform a cheerleader- like split. Lisa
had glanced at me and noted my appreciation of her body's
capabilities. Acutely aware of herself Lisa seemed unable to
fully relax her legs to complete the split. Ingrid finally came
to me and said that my attention was distracting her pupil. I
laughed and agreed. But I promised myself that soon I would have
my own workout session with little Lisa.	

 Later after checking her posted schedule and noting she had a
scheduled two-hour hiatus, I rang for her.  After five minutes
and no responding Lisa, I checked her suite door to find it
locked. 
	
I had hoped that our relationship would start on a better note. I
returned to the living room and unlocked the control drawer. I
activated the panel and pressed the red button. Moments passed
and there was no answering response. Perturbed I turned up the
voltage control dial to the maximum and again pressed the button.
Immediately I was rewarded with a distant corresponding 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 me straight in the eye and
screamed coarsely in Italian. Unfamiliar with the language I
assumed by her tone that I was being cursed. She was quite lovely
in her anger. She had large green eyes like fiery emeralds. Her
thick black hair that had been tied back during her exercises was
now loose and framed that beautiful face.  She had changed into a
gray oversized athletic sweatshirt, which hung to her mid thighs.
 The sweat dampened cotton clung to her 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 more pronounced due to her agitation. 
 
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. I
realized she was attempting to intimidate me by her will alone.

Sternly I looked at her and said, "I have rules which you must
learn; 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 again
muttered in Italian. Then she said "No! I am not your slave and I
will not do what you say!
 
I said, "And you will call me MASTER" I again pressed the red
button.  She arched backward to the carpeted floor and 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 gasped. She began to cry.

Despite a slight pang of pity I said firmly "Lisa, you WILL be
naked for your Master... NOW!"

	
 A pair of green eyes peered at me from under that disheveled
mane of hair. She sniffed, then reached down and pulled the
sweatshirt over her head.  She sat balled on the floor her head
down with her hair cascading down her knees. 

"Lisa!" I commanded.

 She lifted her head and look at me with angry defiance. She had
her knees against her breasts and her feet crossed.

"Kneel before your Master, Lisa," I ordered again.

"You are not my Master," she replied.

I shook my head in resignation and reached toward the button.

"Shitty American 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
prominent with her complete nudity.

She kept her arms at her sides with her fists tightly clenched.
Her heavy breasts were suspended on a lovely frame of ribs. She
had large areola and full nipples, which I noticed were taut from
her exposure in the cool room. Her pubic hair had been clipped
close and the lips of her vagina were exposed. I imagined she had
a full bush when growing wild.

"Spread your legs wide, little slave girl " I said.

She grimaced, but then very begrudgingly opened her thighs
perhaps four inches.

I sighed, abruptly stood and stated, "I have had enough of this."


I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her forward. She
screamed, grabbed my wrists and rose to her feet. Keeping her
bent forward I pulled her behind me into the next room. 

(To be continued)

	

	




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