Message-ID: <13615eli$9808050132@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: lsaspt@aol.com (LsasPt) Subject: RP by Request: In Mistress Lisa's Own Hand Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998080401175900.VAA11847@ladder03.news.aol.com> To All Who Care to Read: I am Mistress Lisa's pet, her pathetic, pussywhipped slut and I live only to give her pleasure. My Cruel and Divine Mistress Lisa has been punishing me recently for a weak-willed, whorish impropriety on my part. As part of that punishment I have been given a command to post on the newsgroups a letter she sent me describing one of our times together. She has ordered me to post this even though, until now, I have never posted anything she herself has actually written (although everything I have posted has come from or been inspired by her divinely cruel and wicked imagination). I have always kept her actual letters to me to myself, but she has ordered me to edit and share this one with anyone who might care to read it and use it for their own sick little pleasures even though she knows the thoughts of others getting to read words I always felt were meant only for me will cause me great shame and humiliation and jealousy. My Mistress has given me the following order as well: "You must tell everyone that you are being seriously disciplined at present, and that all your Mistress is allowing you to do is read the narratives she has written you when you were in her favor, and that she has commanded you to post her narrative to torture you further. Be sure to let them know that you must read them and now post them but under no circumstances even touch your hard cock or cum, until you have once agained earned your Mistress's favor. I also want it clear that this post *is* written by me, as I don't want anyone to assume I don't exist or that I am a figment of your warped imagination or anything like that. I think the difference in style will indicate all of this. But I like the idea of my voice and imagination tantalizing you and other worthless scum out there like you and that it might convince them or let them get an even more vivid sense of me and of my power over you." This then, is the work of the Divine Mistress Lisa, my owner and my reason for living. It was all I could do to simply re-read it and not touch my pathetic cock or jerk off like the sick little whore I am. I post her letter to me in honor of her and in humble obedience to her will. Her beast of a slavewhore, Mistress Lisa's Pet ****************************************************** For My Humble and Devoted Slave-- One evening during your visit here, I feel the need--as I always do--for you to wait on and pamper me, for you to submit yourself entirely to me. I'm wearing my black lace bra and panties under my fluffy, long black robe. I'm relaxed on my sofa, the robe parted just a little, showing a little of my smooth, soft leg. You approach me, standing, in your short-sleeve white cotton button down shirt and jeans. You humbly ask if there's anything you can do for me, anything at all. I tell you yes, but first I want you to unbutton your shirt, leaving it on but open, showing your bare chest, and to unzip your pants enough to whip out your cock and leave it there on top of your jeans. Just the commanding tone in my voice makes you hard, and you become harder as you unbutton your shirt and obediently take out your cock, which sticks straight out from your jeans. "That's nice," I say approvingly. Then, I order you to bring me a glass of wine and to make me some fondue, our planned dinner that evening. I order you be sure you're hard when you return. Very pleased to have orders from your Mistress, you set about your tasks. Soon, you bring me an elegant dinner and wine on a tray and place it on the coffee table in front of me. I order you to kneel beside me and feed me the fondue you've made. After a couple of bites, I start to play with myself. I make myself cum while you feed me, staring right at your hard cock as you kneel before me, knowing that it's all mine and you're all mine to use as I wish. Then I tell you you're to eat some, too. You place the bread on the fondue fork and start to dip it in the fondue, but then I stop you. "Oh no," I say, as I slowly open up the bottom of my robe and move my panties to the side. "Drench your bread in my cum. Everything you're to eat is between my legs." "Yes, Mistress" you respond, breathlessly, so excited to be able to feed from your beautiful Mistress's cunt, to taste her sweet cum. I make you keep eating, and I order you to give me a piece of bread soaked in my cum as well. "Now," I order you, "turn the little fork around, and very, very gently fuck me with the handle, teasing my ass, while I make myself cum again." You do so, obediently, and I cum at least three times and writhe about in utter pleasure on the couch. "O.K....Now, take the handle of the fork, smell my ass on it, and suck it clean." You are thrilled to perform this act for me. You adore my ass, you tell me, and you will do anything--no matter how base-- for me and for my ass. I ask for the fork from you then and order you to pull your pants down to your ankles and bend over. I smack your ass and then fuck you as well--though roughly, not gently as you did me-- with the handle of the fork. "This is just to tease you, my slave. I'll fuck you harder than this." "Yes! As hard as you like, Mistress!" you whimper, already so lost in submission to my powerful and beautiful will. I stop fucking you and order you then to take off all your clothes and lie on the floor while I finish my wine. I order you to squeeze and play with your cock but not to cum and to entertain me by telling me all the lowly, base, humiliating acts you would perform for me at my command, many of which I haven't even thought of. The possibilities you suggest fill me with desire, with the intense and wonderful knowledge that I *do* now have what I deserve, what I've always wanted and needed--your utter and complete subjection to me, your absolute devotion. I finish my wine, and now I'm ready to make you completely mine, to break you down and build you back up inside of me. I take you to the foyer of my house, where there's a tall staircase and wooden banister. First, I take off my drenched panties, wipe them all over your face, and shove them in your mouth, informing you of my plans to rape you and make you mine. I tie your arms above your head to the stairwell, your back to me. I then take my crop out of the pocket of my robe. You can't see me, but you know I'm taking the crop handle and making myself come with it, drenching it with my sweet cum. You hear my screams, and you wish you could see and taste me, but you are unable to move. I tease you with the handle, placing it just under your nose and letting you get a strong whiff of my smell, but not letting you suck it--as your mouth is stuffed with my black panties. Instead I rub the handle all over your face, and then stand back, revelling for a moment in my absolute control over you, your body, mind, spirit, imagination, everything. Then I speak in my imperial voice, "Now, my pathetic slave, my disgusting, filthy, worthless piece of shit, I'm going to do as I like with you and with your ass." I then roughly shove the crop handle into your ass over and over again, and I can hear your muffled, soft whimpers. I then come on your ass by rubbing and grinding my cunt against it, as I reach around and squeeze your cock as hard as I can. Once I come again I laugh, stand back, and grab my whip by the handle. "Now you revolting mother fucker, you're going to get what *you* deserve. Are you completely my slave? Have you given up your body and mind and will and all to your mistress? Is that so?" You nod, emphatically. "Ah. In that case, I must make you feel what that means...." and I whip your bare ass, first ligthly and quickly, then more vehemently, with all the fire and energy and passion I have for you, knowing that I must make you submit to me, I must break you down.... And I can hear your muffled gasps at each stinging blow, and I'm ecstatic and thrilled at my power, at the profound knowledge that you are mine, and that our passion will make us truly, truly one. I start to caress myself as I whip you, and I cum strongly and sweetly with the final lash. I then untie you, take the panties from your mouth, and order you on your knees to lap up my cum, to clean me off. I open my robe and let you crawl up into me, and you obediently and eagerly lick me and make me cum once more all over your face. "Now, on the floor," I command. You lie on your back on the rug in the foyer, your cock sticking straight up. I give it a little smack, commenting on what a pathetic slut you are, and then I climb on top of you and fuck you, ordering you to pull my breasts out from my bra and play with them until I come on your cock. I do, and then I say I must have your cum. I sit up straight, looking majestical and regal, and I reach behind to play with your balls, and I speak to you as my worm, my cock, my plaything, whose only purpose in life is to make me come, and I feel your legs tighten, and your cock grow even harder, and then I hear you scream and feel the sting of your cum as it shoots into me, even as I cum one last time just thinking about your being beneath me, under my spell, subject to my every whim. Your Mistress Lisa ******************************************************** My Mistress has also ordered me to forward to her any reactions or responses to the posting of her own words that I have posted. No matter how painful or humiliating I might find it sending words of praise or devotion from other slavewhores to my own Mistress, I must send them on to her if they arrive in this box. I will do so obediently because it pleases and amuses my Divine Mistress to think of others out there abusing themselves in the name of her power. I remain her sorry-assed, tiny-cocked worm of a slave, Mistress Lisa's Pet -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----