Message-ID: <25283asstr$963612614@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <000101bfed62$a31c9300$14fdf7a5@oemcomputer> From: "Tom Roberts" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 Subject: {ASSM} Lisa, My Uncle's Pet Epilogue Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2000 18:10:14 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Vulpine, gill-bates 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. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ This post has been reformatted by ASSTR's Smart Text Enhancement Processor (STEP) system due to inadequate formatting. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+