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Lisa, My Uncle's Maid

Copyright© 2001 by Taoman

Chapter 9

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - In 1952 a young man finds himself in charge of his uncle's beautiful Italian maid. His new ungrounded authority is ultimately challenged by a devious Nazi dominatrix.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft   Fa/ft   NonConsensual   Reluctant   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   FemaleDom   Spanking   Rough   Oral Sex   Anal Sex  

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.

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