Chapter 2
After Lisa had served my uncle he indicated for her to kneel on a small
pillow on the floor next to his chair. With another self-conscious glance at me
she lowered herself demurely to her knees. She folded her hands in her lap and
rested back primly on her heels. She lowered her eyes and would not meet my
continued frank appraisal.
As we talked I examined my uncle. I figured his age in the mid-thirties. He
was tanned, tall, lean and looked very fit. He was very serious man and was not
one to chat. I had attempted to turn our talk toward the mystery of his life.
But, he was not forthcoming in this regard, but would adroitly dodge my queries.
The conversation seemed to center on me almost as if I was being interviewed.
We had been discussing my parents and I had been suddenly overwhelmed with
grief. There was a pause and we both sat and stared at the fire. He had politely
shifted his attention until I had composed myself.
He turned to Lisa and told her to bring the cigar humidor. She rose,
repeating her carefully demure rising movement. She crossed the room and
unintentionally refreshed my memory of her extraordinary beauty.
Bringing a heavy wood canister towards us, my uncle indicated for her to
serve me first. She came to me and again bent forward to expose the wide expanse
of her breasts. She lifted the lid blocking my view to reveal an array of
cigars.
"Cigar, Master?" she murmured.
I picked a large Cuban make I recognized as an Upmann. For a moment I was at
a loss to how to prepare the cigar when my uncle spoke. "She will do it for
you," he said with a slight smile.
She looked at him and then to me. I shrugged and held it out. She set down
the humidor and took the cigar. Using a knife from the table she expertly cut
off the end. Holding the cigar to her puckered mouth she rolled it between her
pursed lips to smooth the rough edges. Then in a very businesslike manner, she
ran her extended tongue around the tip. I caught her eye as she performed this
last task. I had a sudden image of her performing fellatio and I inadvertently
smiled. She saw my expression and looked away. I had an intuition she knew
exactly what I was thinking.
My uncle spoke up. "She is well trained in her duties," he said dryly.
I turned to see if he was being sarcastic but his expression was deadpan.
Then using her fingernail she struck a wooden match and lit the cigar. She
exhaled and there was smoke between us. Her eyes came up and locked with mine
through the smoke cloud for a timeless moment. She bowed and offered the cigar
to me. Then she turned to my uncle and performed the same task.
When she had returned the humidor to its proper place, she returned to kneel
at my uncle's side. He laid a hand possessively on her head and gently stroked
her hair.
"Before we retire we need to discuss Lisa," he said. He brushed her hair from
her face. She was staring at the floor.
"I found her in Italy after the war," he said. "Well, let me correct that.
She was given to me as a gift... in return for a favor. Lisa and I entered an
agreement. I would bring her to the States and take care of her and in return
she would belong to me. I have promised when she turns 25 I will secure her
American citizenship and have guaranteed her a generous income the rest of her
life. So she is not a slave. Those days are long past in this country, but more
of an indentured servant. Then he added, "She is twenty now and was fifteen when
she first came to me. We have come a long way."
He smiled and rubbed the back of his hand affectionately against her cheek.
She looked up to him and then darted a glance at me. She then looked back to the
floor.
"You will find she is very intelligent," he continued. "I have permitted her
to be tutored by private instructors and her progress has been remarkable. She
has shown a desire to pursue law and I thought you might be of some assistance
in that regard
"But that is not the reason you are here, John. I want you to interact with
Lisa. She has been shut up in this penthouse for years and I want her to
experience someone her own age.
"Also in return, John, I want you to benefit from this time. Nowadays my
philosophy regarding the roles of men and women has become passe or antiquated.
But I want you to appreciate the proper control of a woman. I was afraid you
might have entangled yourself with one of those coeds at Cambridge but I see you
avoided the trap. The ability to master a woman's will is a talent that needs to
be learned. It is a fine art and doesn't come naturally. In this modern world
examples to emulate are becoming very rare," he added as an afterthought.
" I want you to learn your own destiny. The template is here." He indicated
the whole room and smiling ran his hand up Lisa's back. " Perhaps you lack the
strength or will; that is up to you. But I want you to experience a man's
natural power before one of these emancipated American cunts turns you into her
emasculated lapdog begging for her favors.
"Now in regards to Lisa: I have instructed her to obey you as she does me.
But you may find the practical application of this may be more complicated than
it sounds. I will leave you to your own wits and devices in the matter. You will
find the tools needed through-out my home."
He smiled as he stared at her. "I think initially you will find Lisa's
temperament daunting, but I have found that in her soul she yearns to be
mastered."
Lisa had turned her head and been listening to my uncle intently. At his last
statement she seemed bursting to voice protest but then restrained herself. She
bowed her head and looked at the floor.
My uncle lifted her chin so they were eye to eye. "Lisa, I will repeat this
once more so there is no misunderstanding. John is the master of the house while
I am gone and you will obey his every command. Do you understand this?"
There was a pause as the two stared at each other. She nodded.
"Now tell John you understand," he told her. He turned her head towards me.
She would not meet my eye, but flatly stated; "I will obey you."
