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LISA, MY UNCLE'S MAID 09/10

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

Chapter Nine

 I had felt an unaccustomed remorse in my sharing of Lisa. My
initial alcohol- induced demonstration of my power over her had
somehow become a perverted evolution into her and Brian's
exclusive shared passion. I had assumed there would be an
understanding between the three of us, but somehow had been
maneuvered out of my position.

 I had awoken the morning after the party and the absence of Lisa
in her accustomed place in my bed was jarring. I had raised
myself and peered over the side of the bed. On the floor a naked
and leashed Ingrid lay curled on her cushion. Before I had
retired I had released her from the table and allowed her to
clean up. In the morning light she looked none the worse
nonetheless for wear from the previous day's abuses. In fact I
noted a slight smile on her parted lips. I reached down and ran
my fingers across her cheek. She turned her head and licked my
hand. "At least I can depend on you," I muttered.

After a shower I met for breakfast, with the exception of Brian
and Lisa, the rest of my fellows. It was late morning when the
two finally emerged from her quarters. They sat together and
across from me at the large table. They made no effort to hide
the fact that a warm relationship had blossomed.   Lisa had cast
several cautious looks at me and I had smiled at her. Brian
seemed completely at ease with the situation and joined the
ongoing banter with a smooth grace. I maintained a dispassionate
front but inwardly I was furiously churning at what I perceived
as a gross abuse of my hospitality.  

The company had long over- extended their welcome before finally
they perceived my polite but barely concealed wish for want of
them to go. Lisa then accompanied them to the street below to say
goodbye. Time passed and she did not return and I looked out the
window. The two new lovers were wrapped in a tight embrace on the
sidewalk. I closed the drapes, sat down, lit a cigar and pondered
my options. 

I wondered if my uncle had foreseen this. Certainly he was not so
intuitive as to predict this emotional quagmire I found myself
in. Possibly, I wondered if he wanted me to learn a lesson in
possession, the heart and detachment. 

I determined I had two options. I could either take Lisa to task
for her behavior or I could ignore the situation. Any expression
of displeasure would probably be perceived, as jealousy and I
abhorred the thought of losing my cool veneer. I resolved not to
mention the previous evening's events. 
 
But not addressing the matter over the next few days did not
solve the problem. Lisa and I had no time for long discussions
because we were both busy. Her classes were in a testing stage
and I had been learning some of my Uncle's business. I had
received a telegram with directions involving the transfer of
funds and the delivering of some documentation to several
lawyers. The completion of these tasks had kept me occupied.

 The household routine might have returned to normal except Lisa
had not returned to my bed. I did not immediately confront her
newfound sense of independence but decided to let events play out
as they may. 

I had seen her using the phone one evening and her actions when
she noticed me seemed furtive. She made a quick perfunctory 
"goodbye" and then hung up. I had asked her to whom she was
speaking to and she had replied "a professor". 

Then on Friday morning after exercising I passed her room and
noticed the door was ajar.  There was open luggage on her bed. I
entered the room and examined the bags and realized she was
packing for a trip. There was a train ticket on her bureau. Her
shower was running and I was tempted to take rash action by
immediately confronting her.  But showing great restraint I went
to my own quarters and took a shower. Then clad only in a long
thick -piled robe I went to the front room and waited. 

It was an hour later when she came out of her quarters and
entered the room. She seemed taken aback when she saw me. I was
sitting next to the open control panel with a stack of my Uncle's
documentation in my lap. The instrumentation was glowing with
activation. 

She was stunning, being stylishly dressed in a fashionable skirt
and jacket. She wore a white high-necked blouse, which modestly
covered her collar. She had a leather bag hanging from her
shoulder and was carrying a matching overnight bag. Her hair was
done up and she had applied unaccustomed make-up to her face. She
was clutching an envelope in her hand.

She stopped and we stared at each other.

"Leaving?" I asked casually.

She held out the envelope. " I explained everything here," She
said quietly. 

"No," I said making a dismissive wave with my hand, "You tell me
right now what you are doing."

She took a deep breath. Then said haltingly "Brian sent me
tickets to come and see him in Boston this weekend. I am catching
a train." 

I nodded. "I see.... were you planning on asking my permission?"
I asked in the same casual manner.

She looked away from me and bit her lip. She looked down at the
floor. " I didn't know how to ask you without hurting you," she
nearly whispered.

I let several moments pass. She stood before me and fidgeted. Our
relationship had evolved from the Master/slave hierarchy. I knew
I could force her to stay, but my heart was not truly in it. The
thought of a blunt traumatic scene was anathema to me. 
"You should have asked me, Lisa, I would not have objected, I
finally said. "But before you go, my needs must be satisfied.' I
added.

She looked up at me questionably. 

"Come to me," I ordered in a low tone. I held out my hand. My
other hand casually rested on the control device. 

She made several hesitate steps to me and lay her hand in mine.

"John, please!" she said in a tight tone and squeezed my hand.
"You will not need to use that thing,' indicating the control
device, "I will do whatever you want me too, but I do need to
catch my train"

"Lisa, I am not going to argue with you," I answered in a calm
tone. "You know your primary duties and the way you are expected
to obey your true Master."

I firmly tugged her downward and between my legs. She slowly sank
to her knees before me. I smelled Chanel No. 5.

"I am happy I did not have to resort to harsh means of reminding
you of your responsibilities," I drummed my fingers across the
humming cabinet. 

She closed her eyes, sighed and her shoulders slumped. She had
set her suitcase down beside her and she pulled her bag from her
shoulder. She set the bags together and looked up to me. She
rested her hand on my knee. 

I ran my fingers across her cheek and down her throat. I
unbuttoned her blouse collar. The material was fine white linen.

"Are you ashamed of your slave collar, Lisa?" I asked her. She
did not answer. 

I unbuttoned several more of the tiny pearl fasteners opening her
blouse to expose her cleavage. She wore a dainty white bra. Her
full breasts bulged within the silken confines. 

I hooked a finger at the junction of the cups and jiggled her
bosom. Her hand came up to cover mine and I thought she might
protest. Her eyes searched my face for a clue to my intentions. 

I was impressed how, what I thought to be a simple Italian
peasant girl, had fixed her-self up to look like a sophisticated
big city lady. 

"A slave girl's breasts should always be bared for her Master," I
reproached her. "Take this off."

She again sighed and again I thought she was going to argue. But
instead she sat back on her heels and concentrated on unfastening
the final blouse buttons. She avoided my eye she twisted in an
unavoidably provocative fashion to reach behind herself and
unfasten the brassiere. She shrugged her shoulders and the loose
cups dropped from her breasts. Still avoiding my stare, she
carefully folded the light piece of lingerie and set it on top
the suitcase. 

Her eyes flickered up to meet mine, and then she looked down
again. I reached out to palm her breasts in both my hands. I
squeezed the heavy melon- sized handfuls. She took a deep breath.
I rolled her nipples with my thumbs.

"When does your train leave, Lisa?' I asked her.

She glanced at the clock on the mantle. "At one o'clock," she
answered. It was noon.

"Well, we had better get this over with," I replied in a
moderated tone. "Take out your Master's cock and kiss it" 

Our eyes were locked as she gauged my resolve. Then she took a
breath, looked down at my crotch, and then ran her hand up my
thigh and across the bulge of my erection. I saw a slight smile
cross her lips when she determined my aroused state. Using both
hands she opened my robe and immediately bent forward and began
kissing the length of my rod. I realized she had resolved to try
and quickly satisfy me. 

She left a trail of red lipstick on my cock. She lifted the
stiffening organ and kissed the root swirling her tongue around
my testicles. She looked up at me to see my reaction, then ran
her tongue up to the crown. She engulfed the head and began a
slow but tight sucking.

She had become an accomplished little cocksucker and knew well
how to play me. I was aware of the fact that if left to her own
devices she could have me ejaculating in a short time. 

I reached and grabbed two handfuls of her styled hair. It was
stiff with hair spray. Using this handhold I pushed her head down
so my cock was forced down her throat. She did not fight me but
responded by relaxing her neck muscles.  I moved her head up and
down enjoying the tight pressure. After a minute of this her hand
fluttered against my knee and then she gripped my leg. She made a
muffled protesting sound. I loosened my grip and her head came
up. She gasped for breath. Her eyes were running and smearing her
mascara. 

Demandingly I pushed my cock back against her lips. She looked up
at me blinking and opened her mouth. I let her catch her breath
as she sucked. 

"Who is your Master, Lisa?" I asked.

She was slowly bobbing her head with her eyes closed. A moment
passed. Then she looked up at me and her pursed lips came off my
penis with a wet sound. She answered, "You are." 

I nodded and angled my cock back into her parted lips. I let her
continue to suck.

"Who owns you, Lisa?" I asked.

She did not look up this time. Her head came up and she addressed
my cock. "You do," she said simply.

I laid my head back and smiled. "Lisa," I looked at the ceiling.
"I want you to touch yourself. I want you to orgasm before Ido."

She stopped sucking and I wondered if she would finally protest.
But instead she ran her arm down between my legs. She shifted
herself and her skirt rustled. She made several sawing motions as
she slid her fingers under the top of her panties. Her head had
an almost imperceptible twist and I realized she had stolen a
glance at the clock.  Her body began a rhythmic motion between my
legs.  She was stroking herself. She dipped her head and began to
lick my penis, and then she took me in her mouth. She matched the
bobbing of her head with her own masturbation. 

" And don't think you can fool me and fake it. I know you too
well," I added.

She missed a beat, paused and then renewed her tasks. I ran my
fingers through her now tousled hair. "You are a good girl," I
told her.

Using her talented tongue and a tight suction at the tip of my
cock she had me close in a matter of minutes. I gasped and raised
my hips. She looked up at me, arched her back and shuddered. She
slowed her arm movements so she was just touching herself, and
then shuddered again. She pulled her mouth from my cock and made
a small cry. She trembled and laid her head on my lap pressing my
cock to my stomach. She caught her breath and immediately
returned to my shaft in a demanding fashion. 

I relaxed myself and held my rising climax at bay. 

"Do your self again Lisa," I told her.

Her eyes looked up at me through her bangs which now hung over
her face. Her hand was still between her thighs and she began
slowly caressing herself. 

I made her work for my orgasm. She began a slow very tight
bobbing on my penis, which was unbearably intense. Using her free
hand she began a gentle squeezing of my testicles. I closed my
eyes and concentrated on riding the flow of the pleasurable
sensation. 

It was like riding a roller coaster and when she tightened her
lips on the crown of my dick and began a rapid piston movement it
took me over the top of the ride. 

"CUM now," I commanded her.

She was close also and made a sudden movement with her arm. My
cock popped free from her sucking mouth with a "pop" and she
threw her head back. She gasped and exhaled.

At the same moment I pushed her back and stood up so I towered
above her. 

"Your tits!" I barked. " I want to cum on your tits!"

She faltered for a second, still in the middle of her own climax,
but then arched forward holding my cock over her breasts. She
squeezed me hard and pumped me. I clasped her head in my hands
and rose to my tiptoes. I came hard. I opened my eyes and looked
down and was awarded the sight of my ejaculation squirting across
the top of her up thrust mounds.

She continued to stroke me and I perceived she was using her hand
to catch a portion of the wildly squirting spunk and control the
amount soiling her clothes. "Rub it over those big titties," I
told her. 

She looked up at me. She made a slight exasperated noise and then
proceeded to rub my cock and her sperm filled hand across her
bosom. Her warm skin felt silken and smooth.
I watched her smear the sperm until both full breasts glistened
with a frothy shine. 

"Now lick Master clean Lisa," resignedly she bowed her head and
licked the still throbbing rod. She took it in her mouth to
thoroughly tongue cleanse it.

"Who do you love Lisa?" I asked.

She looked up at me my cock protruding from her mouth. A
glistening sheen circled her lips. She blinked those huge brown
eyes and lowered them. There was a pause.

She pulled my cock from her mouth. Not looking at me she answered
quietly. "I love you... Master."

I turned to look at the clock. It was 1230.
 

To Be Continued










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