Chapter 3
Shortly thereafter my uncle announced it was time for bed. As he rose from
his chair, he said, "I will be in contact." As an afterthought he had taken two
keys from his pocket and told me they were for Lisa's collar and the drawer
holding the control mechanism. He suggested I keep it secure on my person to
avoid "anyone's wayward temptations". Then taking Lisa by the hand he led the
lovely maid off to another wing. I sat by myself, watching the fire slowly die
and considered the evening's portentous events. I finally decided I would relax
and enjoy this luxurious setting and just let the chips fall were they might. My
uncle had indicated the location of the guest room and I retired to sleep
heavily.
The next day it was mid-morning before I arose. After a shower I followed the
scent of frying bacon to the kitchen. I found a large jovial black female cook
there who had anticipated my need for breakfast. She told me that my uncle had
left early in the morning. Also, she would be in twice a day "to fix-up"
breakfast and dinner. She showed me the phone to call in special orders from the
kitchen downstairs and the location of the dumbwaiter. I told her my favorite
foods and she promised an evening meal "just like home."
Afterward, carrying a mug of coffee, I toured the spacious penthouse in
daylight. Eventually I heard voices and opened a door to find a small gymnasium.
Lisa was dutifully involved in an athletic training class. The instructress, a
striking blonde, was directing her through a strenuous routine of bending
stretches. Lisa's coach barked several guttural commands at her charge, and then
strode over to me. She wore a white loosely fitted tunic-like blouse and thin
baggy knee-length shorts. There was a black belt tied around her waist. With a
noticeable German accent she told me her name was Ingrid. As we shook hands we
took the other's measure. I noticed her handshake was as strong and confident as
a man's. She was a beautiful hard-featured Aryan. Her blond hair was cropped
short to her head and she had unblinking piercing blue eyes. She was only inches
shorter than me and her body was lean and tightly muscled. In particular I
noticed a rider's crop that she carried on a thong from her wrist.
She told me she was Lisa's trainer and that her job was to keep Lisa in
superb physical condition. Ingrid stated that Italians were naturally lazy. Her
task was to instill Lisa with a "sense of proper discipline". As we talked she
continuously tapped her crop against her leg.
Lisa had continued her exercise regimen, but had been distracted as she
surreptitiously attempted to listen to us. She made an awkward movement and
broke her rhythm. Ingrid's head jerked around and she screamed something in
German. She bounded over to the bending girl and snapped the crop across Lisa's
upturned vulnerable backside. Lisa squealed, immediately dropped flat to the mat
and rubbed her bottom. She glanced my way and to see my reaction to her
humiliation, then quickly climbed back to her feet. She continued the
interrupted movement with her face blushing dark red beneath her olive
complexion.
I leaned against the wall and continued to watch the two females for nearly a
quarter of an hour. Lisa was in excellent physical condition. Her rounded curves
were misleading. She was a tightly muscled lithe female dynamo.
Ingrid grew agitated after Lisa had made several imperceptible miss-movements
during a particularly provocative sensual routine. She had directed Lisa to
perform a cheerleader-like split. Lisa had glanced at me and noted my
appreciation of her body's capabilities. Acutely aware of herself Lisa seemed
unable to fully relax her legs to complete the split. Ingrid finally came to me
and said that my attention was distracting her pupil. I laughed and agreed. But
I promised myself that soon I would have my own workout session with little
Lisa.
Later after checking her posted schedule and noting she had a scheduled
two-hour hiatus, I rang for her. After five minutes and no responding Lisa, I
checked her suite door to find it locked.
I had hoped that our relationship would start on a better note. I returned to
the living room and unlocked the control drawer. I activated the panel and
pressed the red button. Moments passed and there was no answering response.
Perturbed I turned up the voltage control dial to the maximum and again pressed
the button. Immediately I was rewarded with a distant corresponding scream and a
sound of breaking glass. Within a moment an indignant Lisa entered the room to
stand before me flushed and wild-eyed.
She took a deep breath, looked me straight in the eye and screamed coarsely
in Italian. Unfamiliar with the language I assumed by her tone that I was being
cursed. She was quite lovely in her anger. She had large green eyes like fiery
emeralds. Her thick black hair that had been tied back during her exercises was
now loose and framed that beautiful face. She had changed into a gray oversized
athletic sweatshirt, which hung to her mid thighs. The sweat dampened cotton
clung to her large breasts which rose and fell in a delightful fashion as she
caught her breath.
"I am in class. You must not bother me!" she stamped her foot. Her accent was
more pronounced due to her agitation.
I tapped her schedule, which lay on a side table. "No, Lisa, you are free for
several hours and it is time we became better acquainted". She did not respond
but continued to stare at me. I realized she was attempting to intimidate me by
her will alone.
Sternly I looked at her and said, "I have rules which you must learn; first
when I summon you... you will come to me naked and kneel before me. Do you
understand?"
Color rose in her cheeks, and her eyes flashed and she again muttered in
Italian. Then she said "No! I am not your slave and I will not do what you say!
I said, "And you will call me MASTER" I again pressed the red button. She
arched backward to the carpeted floor and jerked spasmodically. Alarmed I took
my finger from the button and she promptly curled into a tight ball on the
floor.
"Please, please stop," she gasped. She began to cry.
Despite a slight pang of pity I said firmly "Lisa, you WILL be naked for your
Master... NOW!"
A pair of green eyes peered at me from under that disheveled mane of hair.
She sniffed, then reached down and pulled the sweatshirt over her head. She sat
balled on the floor her head down with her hair cascading down her knees.
"Lisa!" I commanded.
She lifted her head and look at me with angry defiance. She had her knees
against her breasts and her feet crossed.
"Kneel before your Master, Lisa," I ordered again.
"You are not my Master," she replied.
I shook my head in resignation and reached toward the button.
"Shitty American bastard!" she hissed and jerked herself up and to her knees.
I sat back in the chair to take in the sight of this naked beauty kneeling
before me if not submissively then at least at my command. The leather collar on
her neck seemed even more prominent with her complete nudity.
She kept her arms at her sides with her fists tightly clenched. Her heavy
breasts were suspended on a lovely frame of ribs. She had large areola and full
nipples, which I noticed were taut from her exposure in the cool room. Her pubic
hair had been clipped close and the lips of her vagina were exposed. I imagined
she had a full bush when growing wild.
"Spread your legs wide, little slave girl " I said.
She grimaced, but then very begrudgingly opened her thighs perhaps four
inches.
I sighed, abruptly stood and stated, "I have had enough of this."
I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her forward. She screamed, grabbed
my wrists and rose to her feet. Keeping her bent forward I pulled her behind me
into the next room.
