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Lisa, My Uncle's Maid 10/10

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 10


Now as I look back, what happened after that weekend, who said and did what,
has faded with time and memory.  Shortly after Lisa's demonstration of
independence my Uncle returned and I promptly returned to my parent's home
in Connecticut.

My Uncle and I never did fully discuss the matter. When I visited him later,
Lisa was gone and replaced by a young and sensually beautiful Chinese girl.
He said simply "Lisa had desired to test the limits of her tether and then
broke free."

Later I heard through others that Brian had married her and they had settled
in the familiar embrace of his extensively prominent family in Boston.

The years passed. I did not see Lisa again until my twenty-five year class
reunion.

My eyes seemed drawn to her across the crowded banquet room and I stunned
with her timeless beauty. She stood out from the other women clustered about
her. Sensing my attention, she turned her head and our eyes locked.  She
smiled and I was instantly flooded with a rush of heated memories.

She immediately crossed the room to me and we warmly embraced. She
breathlessly whispered in my ear "you have certainly aged well dear John,"

I stepped back and held her at arm's length. I told her,  "You are still so
very beautiful."

She smiled and replied, "Ingrid did teach me how to exercise properly. Even
after three children I still wear the same dress size."

She was stunning. She wore a simple black dress, fashionably short, that
clung to her ripe curves in a way that caused tightness in my throat.

 We stepped back from each other and she took my arm, turning to my evening'
s companion. "Now who is this lovely conquest, John?" she asked.

I introduced her to Rachel who had stood quietly behind me during our
expressive demonstration of reunion.

Lisa cocked her head and remarked that Rachel seemed somehow "very familiar"
and I explained that she had been Miss Alabama in the Miss America pageant
earlier that year.

I reached my hand up and gently stroked the back of Rachel's neck under the
mass of her dark hair. "But now all her interests are simply to serve my
needs." I smiled.

Rachel's eyes rose to meet Lisa's and then shyly dropped.

Lisa raised her hand to Rachel's neck and slid a well-manicured finger under
the black satin ribbon circling the young girl's neck. Lisa moved a
fingertip under the ribbon to the delicate gold lock-clasp, which joined the
ribbon's ends. She fingered the lock.   "John you have not changed a bit."
She murmured.

Without taking her eyes from Rachel she remarked coyly, " I am surprised you
don't have a leash on her."

Rachel's eyes came up at this and the two females exchanged a look of
understanding. After a moment Rachel dropped her eyes.

Lisa let her finger linger under the ribbon then slowly ran a long
fingernail down Rachel's exposed neck to the full swell of her nubile bosom.
I had chosen Rachel's eveningwear, which consisted of a low cut, near
diaphanous floor length evening gown. She wore no underwear.

Lisa lightly circled a satin covered nipple with her fingernail then pulled
her hand away.

Rachel gasped at the bold unexpected public effrontery and glanced at me. I
smiled. "She is unused to others taking liberties," I added. "Her need to
submit is a very new revelation for her."

Lisa slowly scrutinized Rachel. In the crowded room it was if the three of
us were for the moment removed from everyone.

"You are a lucky little girl to have John as your Master." Lisa said in a
low tone, " You must always try very hard to please him."

Rachel had raised her eyes at this and the two females again seemed to
exchange a feminine understanding. .

"I do," Rachel said shyly turning to me for approval.

"She is a natural.just like you Lisa," I said.

This caused Lisa to pause "That was so long ago, I do sometimes wonder, but
no I am a respectable wife and mother these days." Then she added with a
slight laugh, "It would set some of those stiff necked Beacon Hill society
ladies back on their heels if they knew my whole story."

The conversation turned and we discussed my Uncle. I related how he had
turned his business affairs completely over to me. I told her that he had
become a virtual recluse in his New York townhouse.

"I think he is denying that the 50's are over and that time has marched on
from the middle ages," I related his reaction to the growing women's
liberation movement and the bra burning demonstrations on the news.

"He has become a regular curmudgeon in this past years."  I told her half in
jest.

"But his tastes have not changed," I continued, " His contacts in the Orient
seem to find the most remarkable girls for him."

"There have been five since you left. Two married very well and two have
achieved remarkable academic success. This last girl, one of the most
beautiful Vietnamese females I have ever laid eyes on, has completed her
pre-med and has been accepted at the Columbia School of Medicine." I shook
my head in wonder, "She is only 22"

Lisa had grown quiet in thought as she listened to me. "I have not heard
from him in years. The last time was spoke was when I asked him to intervene
in my American citizenship process, which seemed to have become snagged in
the bureaucracy. I don't know who he knew but overnight the paperwork sailed
through." She sipped her glass of wine.

"He was always very good to me," she continued. She shook her head; "Even
today.I don't know if I could say "no" to him if he commanded me with that
voice of his. He always had a Svengali like affect on me."

Rachel spoke up at this. " I know just what you mean." She looked at me
shyly.

We discussed Ingrid and I told how my Uncle had complained, "I had ruined a
perfectly good Dominatrix." I said that I had heard she had migrated to
California and seemed to be involved with "beatniks" in San Francisco.

Rachel and I became separated from Lisa as we mingled amongst the crowd. It
wasn't until later in the evening that we again crossed paths.  Lisa's
spirits had risen with the wine she had been drinking.

I had noticed her husband at the bar surrounded by a raucous band of old
male friends. He has obliviously drunk and oblivious to his wife. Lisa
uninhibitedly pressed herself to me as we talked.

Our conversation had been full of nostalgic remembrances. On a sudden whim I
asked her if she ever missed the past.

She paused and considered the question. She glanced across the room at the
group surrounding her husband then turned back to me. "You mean the sex with
you and your Uncle as a your slave?"

I simply nodded in reply.

She took a breath and sighed. She made a wry smile. "Yes of course I do.
Straight sex can become very mundane over the years. Being a housewife with
children can be very fulfilling. We make decisions in life and we must live
with the consequences of those decisions.  But I still have dreams."

She became more introspective. "Frequently in my sleep I find myself
helpless, frightened and very much in a man's control." She continued, "
Sometimes it is you.. sometimes your Uncle.sometimes other men I know, whom
I have never been intimate with, but who have that aura of masculine power."
Then as an after-thought she glanced across the room to her husband. "Never
Brian, of course."

She looked back to me. "Then I awake and find myself safe and secure in my
big house with my husband and children." Then she leaned forward and
whispered in my ear, "But I am always out of breath and very aroused." She
stood back and giggled, " My psychologist explains those dreams are a
repressed expression of my true self."

We stood quietly for a moment looking at the other and I had a sudden
impulse. "Why don't you meet Rachel and I upstairs in our room in about
fifteen minutes. You can show Rachel how a trained slave girl can truly go
through her paces."

Rachel had stood quietly beside us during this discourse and I noticed her
eyes had widened with the direction of the conversation. But she remained
properly quiet.

Lisa looked as if she was thinking of a reply. I reached into my pocket and
pulled out my room key. I pressed it into her hand.

"I expect you to be in the room in about fifteen minutes." I looked toward
Brian who was surrounded his boisterous clique. "I don't think your absence
will be missed. I need to say hello to several people yet, before it gets
too late."

Lisa clutched the key in her hand and looked at me. Her lips parted but she
didn't reply.

I leaned forward so my face was next to hers and whispered in her ear, "Oh
yes, be naked and on your knees awaiting your Master's arrival." I added.

I touched her pursed lips with my finger and smiled. Then taking Rachel by
the hand I led her across the room.

 Promptly fifteen minutes later we left the party and took the elevator to
my floor. The room door was unlocked, but Lisa was not there. There was a
faint whiff of Chanel No 5 and I noticed the bedspread had been folded back.

Lisa's old collar lay across the satin pillow.

I picked it up and Rachel asked, "Is that hers?"

"Yes." I answered turning it my hands. It was heavy with the out-dated
electronics.  I clicked the ends together and bemusedly spun the device
around my index finger.

"After all these years she still had it," I shook my head, "I wonder how
hard it was for her to finally decide this."

"Oh well, perhaps we shall have it fitted for you," I told her. I flipped
the collar back to the bed, took her by the arm and led her back downstairs.

THE END

Author's Note; Thanks for response to this story. It has ranged across the
spectrum from "loved it" to "hated it". That it struck a responsive chord
among some of you out in that vast cyber void is reward in itself. I am
curious (as most mail is not indicative) of whether I have had any female's
reading this. Thanks thomhobs@hotmail.com

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