From wisenack@mrwonderful.org Sat Nov 25 00:00:00 1995
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Lisa's Weekend  Chap. 1
From: wisenack@mrwonderful.org (Wisenack)
Date: Sat, 25 Nov 1995 05:00:00 GMT

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"Lisa's Weekend" - Chapter 1   Written by: Wisenack

   Lisa had her instructions.  The 20-year-old knew that if they were
not followed, she would be in serious trouble.  Later this same evening,
Lisa had to travel to her Master Jeremy's estate for an entire weekend
of bondage and domination.  The young lady was very much into submission
and received the most sexual gratification while being controlled.
   She had been visiting Jeremy for well over a year -- yet knew very
little about him.  Lisa did know, however, that her 25-year-old Master
was a millionaire and his palace-like home was a reflection of his vast
worth.  Since she was not permitted to ask unneccessary questions while
in his presence, Lisa had never found out what exactly Jeremy had done
to make him so rich.  Yet, she had inferred through the passing of time
that he had invented some type of item and made a fortune selling it.

   But Lisa also had a few assets of her own, one of them being a body
which had been sent down from Mount Olympus.  A tall, gorgeous blonde,
Lisa had the legs of a showgirl and the face of an angel.  Her figure,
an eye-catching 37c-24-36, was kept in excellant shape with the help of
aerobics and various exercises.  The brown-eyed California Girl was
friendly and popular amongst most, if not all, of her peers.

   Jeremy had told Lisa to pack all of her lingerie and a couple of
tight outfits into a suitcase and bring it with her to his mansion.  The
young lady was also instructed to bring three pairs of high-heeled shoes
along with two normal, everyday outfits.  It was Friday, and she only
intended on staying until Sunday evening.  Yet Lisa knew that her Master
would most likely see to it that she try on every single piece of attire
before the weekend was over.
   The long-haired blonde was to be at his home no later than 7:30pm.
So she intended to leave at 5:45pm, since it usually took 90 minutes to
drive to Jeremy's estate.  She lived in the Los Angeles area, and he
resided in the area north of it.  Yet the long-distance trip meant
nothing to Lisa simply because of what was awaiting her upon arrival.

   At 5:40pm, Lisa stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, making
sure she looked as good as ever.  She ran a brush through her silk-like
mane and shot a mist of hairspray upon the blonde locks.  The vixen did
not yet appear as if she were headed for two straight days of sex and
submission.  Dressed in a pair of black spandex pants and a blouse which
had white and black stripes on it, Lisa looked as though she was set for
another day of college.  She wore sandels which matched the spandex and
her long hair was tied into a pony-tail with the help of a pink ribbon.
   Once concluding she looked perfect, Lisa walked over to the closet
and fished out a black leather jacket.  It was to be a bit chilly out
tonight with moderate winds coming in from the mountains.  She put the
jacket on and then picked up the suitcase, and headed for the door.
   After telling her family good-bye and informing them that she was
going to a girlfriend's house for the weekend, Lisa dragged the heavy
suitcase down the cement steps of the apartment complex where she lived,
en route for her car in the parking lot.  Once there, it took all of her
strength to lift the luggage up and into the trunk of her vehicle, a
red, compact sports car.  Next, she got into the automobile and started
the engine, then drove off toward her weekend of pleasure.

   It was already dusk when Lisa pulled up to a large mansion seemingly
in the middle of nowhere.  The house itself was huge; Lisa figured she
did not even know how big it was by merely just looking at it.  Though
it couldn't be seen now due to it being dark, the grounds were green and
sprawling, with beautiful trees and shubbery in several places.  Behind
the main house were three seperate bungalows, sometimes used for guests.
It was a wonderful place to visit, the type which Lisa hoped to one day
call her pernament home.

   Yet there were currently more pressing matters on the girl's mind, as
she frantically hurried to get out of the car and grab the suitcase from
the back.  She made sure everything was locked, then ran as quickly as
possible, to the front entry of the estate.  Once there, the exhausted
lady dropped the suitcase and banged upon the door with her fist.
   Seconds later, the door was unlocked from the inside and it opened.
Breathing heavily, Lisa smiled as she saw Jeremy standing before her.
As usual, he was looking extremely handsome in her eyes.  He was tall
and muscular, and the white dress shirt and gray slacks he wore gave a
nice hint of his build underneath.  Yet, the happy smile upon her lips
faded away and turned to a frown when she noticed Jeremy look at his
wristwatch and shake his head.
   "I'm sorry, Master!" Lisa pleaded in a scared tone.
   "Lisa, I told you to be here at 7:30," Jeremy said in a calm tone.
"You are eight minutes late.  Do you have any explanation for this?"
   "Master, I'm sorry!" she reiterated.
   "I don't care if you're sorry," he said, his ire raising slightly.
"You know that 'sorry' does not cut it around here.  I asked for an
explanation and I want one.  NOW."
   Lisa looked at the ground beneath her for an instant, then stared
back up at him, a tear streaming from her left eye.  Almost about to
break down and cry, she spoke, "I left early enough, but there was a
wreck on the freeway that slowed me up.  I tried to get here as fast
as I could, but I didn't want to get caught for speeding, either."
   Jeremy folded his arms and glared at her.  "You should anticipate
wrecks.  You should anticipate anything which may slow you up when
coming here.  When I tell you to be here at a certain time, I expect
you to be prompt -- no matter the situation."
   "I promise, Master, I'll never be late again!" she shrieked.
   "You better not be," he warned her.  "But no matter.  You are late
NOW, and we need to take care of that."
   His words nearly seemed to take all the life out of her.  Hunched
and now sobbing, she asked, "Are you going to punish me?"
   He slowly nodded his head, which brought a loud shrill from Lisa.
"You know that anytime you disobey the rules, you get punished.  NOW,
stop your crying or I'll double the punishment.  Would you like that?"
   "NO, MASTER!" she exclaimed.  Lisa sniffed her nose and wiped the
tears away from her cheek.  "I promise, Master, I'll stop crying."
   Jeremy reached behind his back and pulled a set of shiny handcuffs
from his belt.  He held the stainless steel items before her eyes, then
said, "Turn around, Lisa.  Hands behind your back."
   Still a bit unsettled from the knowledge that she was going to be
punished, Lisa obeyed him, turning halfway around and bringing her hands
together behind her slender back.  She had her carkeys in one of the
hands, and felt Jeremy pry them from her grasp.
   "You don't need these for the rest of the weekend," he told her.
   Knowing better, Lisa did not protest.  Next the cold steel of the
handcuffs were slapped around both of her wrists.  She tested the
restraints, only to find them ungiving.
   Jeremy spun her around so she was facing him.  "Good girl," he said.
Next he pulled her into the house and picked up the suitcase, then
brought it inside and closed the door behind him.
   "May I say something, Master?" she quietly asked.
   "As long as it's not a complaint or a cry," Jeremy replied.
   "Oh no, it's not that," she softly returned.  "It's just, I wanted to
thank you for allowing me to come here dressed this way.  Spandex pants
and this blouse are not too suspicious."
   "You're welcome," he told her.  "Did your mother suspect you were
going somewhere other than your girlfriend's house this weekend?  I know
she did last weekend, when I made you come here in a tight dress with a
low-cut hem and spiked heels."
   "Not outwardly, Master," Lisa replied.  "She may have been thinking
it to herself."
   Jeremy moved behind his submissive and gave her a soft push in the
back.  "Come on, enough of the chit-chat.  We're not here to socialize.
Go to your regular bedroom.  I'll follow right behind you."  He picked
up the suitcase and began following her.
   As Lisa walked through the large mansion, she could sense that the
eyes of her Master were fixated upon her spandex-clad bottom.  Sure
enough, that was exactly what Jeremy was looking at.  He admired the
way her shapely bottom moved and wiggled with each step.  It was perfect
to him.  Jeremy quickly decided that Lisa would need to be spanked this
weekend... several times.

   After a minute or two of weaving through the endless hallways and
corridors, Lisa came to a stop at the closed door of the bedroom where
she normally stays when visiting here.  The blonde turned around and
watched as Jeremy opened the door and went in first.  He ordered her to
step inside, which she immediately did.
   Jeremy swung the suitcase onto the bed and opened it right up.  Lisa
watched as he began to sort through her clothing and lingerie.  If it
were anyone but him doing this with her unmentionables, she would feel
violated.  Yet since he was her Master, Lisa did not care about it.
   After several seconds of searching, Jeremy came to the item which he
had been looking for.  He pulled out an emerald-green chemise which had
a small, gold embroidery in front.  The tiny chemise had wide shoulder
straps and it just so happened to be Lisa's favorite piece of lingerie.
   He dangled it before her eyes and then tossed it onto the dresser.
"I'm going to take your handcuffs off.  I will be back in five minutes.
I expect, at that time, for you to be out of your clothes and into that
outfit.  I also expect you to be leaning over the bed, with your knees
on the carpet.  It will then be time for a discipline whipping."



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From wisenack@mrwonderful.org Sat Nov 25 00:13:00 1995
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Lisa's Weekend  Chap. 2
From: wisenack@mrwonderful.org (Wisenack)
Date: Sat, 25 Nov 1995 05:13:00 GMT

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  The following story contains sexual content.  If you are offended by
  this sort of thing, or if you are underage, please read no further.
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"Lisa's Weekend" - Chapter 2   Written by: Wisenack

   Lisa had a sullen expression on her face as Jeremy took the handcuffs
off her wrists.  Being punished wasn't exactly the ideal way of starting
her weekend of submission.  The vixen made a vow to herself that she
would never be tardy again when visiting here.
   Lisa turned to face him, and watched as he hooked the handcuffs onto
his belt.  "Master, please don't whip me," she begged.  "I don't need to
be whipped.  I'll never be late again.  I'll come early from now on.  I
PROMISE.  Please Master, I don't need to be whipped.  I don't need it."
   Jeremy offered her a serious, unrelenting look.  "Lisa, you're going
to get a whipping and there is no getting around it."  His words caused
a sorrow-filled gasp to escape from within her throat.  "If you don't
stop your crying and moaning, I'll just have to double your punishment.
Now I was hoping for a pleasure-filled weekend with you, just the same
as you were hoping with me.  But if you want, we can turn this into a
weekend full of punishments.  Do you want that?"
   "No, Master," she replied, trying to fight the tears away.
   He pointed a menacing finger at her.  "Now get out of your clothes
and into that chemise.  I'll be back in a few minutes."  With those
words, Jeremy left the room and closed the door behind him.  Inside,
Lisa heard the door being locked from the OUTSIDE.
   In frustration, the young woman stomped her foot into the floor.  She
was not mad at Jeremy, but only at herself.  She resigned to the fact
that a discipline whipping was forthcoming, and there was nothing which
could be done about it.  She would just have to take the punishment.

   In no particular hurry, Lisa began to undress.  First she undid the
buttons of her white and black striped blouse, then took the garment off
and threw it to the corner.  Wiggling her hips, she slid the spandex
pants down and eventually off, after kicking away her sandels.  With
both off, she tossed the articles on top of the blouse in the corner.
   Next, the blonde bombshell strolled over to the dresser-drawer and
peered into the large mirror.  She wiped the final trace of tears away
from her cheek with a fingertip, then offered a tiny smile.  Even though
a whipping was in her immediate future, she was very happy to be here.
   Lisa reached behind her back and unhooked the white bra she wore,
then quickly slipped it off and chucked it onto the pile of clothes in
the corner.  Smiling with pride, she cupped her firm, tanned breasts and
posed for the mirror.
   Next, she proceeded to take off her white G-string and throw it to
the pile in the corner.  Finally she was nude, and the female continued
to admire herself in the mirror.  Then, not wanting to waste any more
time, she went over to the dresser and got the chemise from the top of
it.  Then she slipped the lingerie piece over her head and into place on
her curvy, sensational body.  She enjoyed the feel of the silky garment,
as it's loose, comfortable fit appealed to her senses.
   The young lady pouted as she went over to the side of the bed and
dropped to her knees.  Placing both palms upon the soft mattress, she
leaned forward and prepared herself to hold the position for as long as
it took, or as long as she could.

   A few minutes later, Lisa had become quite relaxed as she lay across
the bed, her knees firmly planted on the carpeted floor.  She was lost
in a quiet reverie now, fantasizing about being handcuffed to the bed
with Jeremy above her, dominating her and delegating control.  It was
one of her favorite activities to dream about.  It was also one of her
favorite activities to actually play out for real.
   A loud click from the door brought the blonde out of her fantasies.
She turned her head and watched Jeremy as he strode into the room.  He
was dressed the same, but the black whip in his right hand made Lisa's
brown eyes grow big.
   "Master, please don't use the whip on me," she begged.  "If I need to
be punished, please use your hand.  Anything but the whip!"
   Smiling, Jeremy closed the door and then laughed at her.  "My hand?
Yeah, right -- that would be a real strict punishment for you.  Do you
think I'm stupid?  You LOVE being spanked by hand.  That's no punishment
to you.  Are you trying to insult my intelligence?"
   "No, of course not, Master," she replied, lying the whole way.  "Is
there anything I can do to change your mind, Master?  I really don't
want to be whipped.  I'll do anything you want me to."
   Jeremy grinned and smacked the whip against his hand, his intent to
intimidate her.  "You'll do anything I want -- regardless."
   Lisa squealed in frustration, her last, futile attempt to weasle out
of the whipping unsuccessful.
   The right side of her face was buried in the mattress, and Jeremy put
the menacing whip down right in front of her eyes.  It was leather, with
long, thick strands dangling from the wooden handle.  Lisa's body began
to tremble in apprehension.  She was not going to like this.
   Jeremy's initial objective was to humiliate her, and he was being
wildly successful in doing so.  He didn't particularly like starting the
weekend off by punishing her, but it was neccessary.  Jeremy knew that
if he cut her any slack whatsoever and let her go without being whipped,
she would fall into a pattern of breaking rules in the future.  He did
understand that the traffic accident that slowed her up on the freeway
was unforseeable -- but he also realized that his submissive needed to
be taught a painful lesson.

   Jeremy leaned down beside her and spoke into her left ear.  "Now this
is what is going to happen.  Since you were eight minutes late, you will
receive a minimum of eight lashes with the whip.  I say 'minimum' simply
because it could be more.  After each and every time I whip you, you
will keep a count outloud.  After the first lash, you'll say 'one'.  The
second, you'll say 'two'... and so forth.  If at any time you fail to
keep track of the count, we'll have to start over at the beginning all
over again.  Do I make myself clear?"
   "Yes, Master," she shrieked, her eyes now closed.
   Jeremy grabbed her wrists and forced his submissive to lock her
fingers together behind her neck.  "Don't move your hands a single
inch," he said in a very strict tone.
   Lisa then sensed that Jeremy had picked up the whip from the bed.
Thus, the blonde kept her eyes shut and gritted her teeth in fear.
   But Jeremy wanted to keep her waiting for a while longer, so the
anxiety within her could grow and become stronger.  "First off, you
need to understand why you are going to be punished.  Do you know why?"
   Lisa sighed in frustration.  "Because I was late, Master."
   "Late for what?" Jeremy inquired in a soft tone.
   Now the young lady grunted in controlled anger.  "I was late for my
weekend of submission at your home, Master."
   "What's the punishment for being late?" he asked.
   "A whipping," she bawled.
   "And where do you receive this whipping?" he questioned.
   "On my ass," was her gentle reply.
   "Where?  I can't hear you," he taunted.
   "On my ASS, Master," she returned in a louder tone.

   Jeremy stood straight up and smiled down at her.  "That's the spirit.
As I said earlier, you better never be late again.  If you are, the
punishment next time will not be one lash for every minute you are late.
It will be THREE lashes for every minute."  Lisa scowled in horror at
the thought.  "Now remember, you must count outloud after every time the
whip comes down on you.  If not, I'll have to start all over again.  Do
I make myself clear on all of this?"
   "Yes, Master," she sobbed.
   "All right then," Jeremy said.  He leaned over and hiked the hem of
her chemise up around her waist, exposing a round, perfectly-shaped
posterior.  "It's time for your punishment."


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From wisenack@mrwonderful.org Sat Nov 25 00:26:00 1995
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Lisa's Weekend  Chap. 3
From: wisenack@mrwonderful.org (Wisenack)
Date: Sat, 25 Nov 1995 05:26:00 GMT

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  The following story contains sexual content.  If you are offended by
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"Lisa's Weekend" - Chapter 3   Written by: Wisenack

   Jeremy stood up, and held the leather whip just inches from her
quivering bottom.  He measured the forthcoming blow, wanting to strike
her in the absolute perfect spot.  Then, the 25-year-old took a deep
breath as his right hand raised in the air, the whip going with it.  He
extended his arm all the way back, then swung forward with great might.

   WHACK!

   Lisa wailed out in unyielding pain, her face now buried square into
the mattress.  The blow had struck her with such impact that Lisa felt
that she had already been whipped the neccessary eight times.  Yet the
blonde knew the unfortunate truth.  "One," she choked.
   "That's a good little girl," Jeremy smiled.  "You've followed my
instructions thus far.  Let's see if you can continue."  He brought his
arm back once more, and swung again.

   WHACK!

   "Oh, fuck!" Lisa grunted, her modesty and decency now escaping her.
Her poor bottom already felt like it was on fire!  "Two, master," came
her late cry.  "Please, no more," she begged him. "I've learned my
lesson.  I'll never be late again..."
   "You just don't seem to understand, do you?" he returned.  "I told
you that I was going to give you eight lashes.  Have I ever, in my life,
went back on a promise to you?"
   The side of her face now against the mattress, Lisa squinted her eyes
at him, not liking his comment.  "No, Master.  Never."  The young lady
watched as his arm drew back once more, then closed her eyes.

   WHACK!

   "OH MY GOD!" she screamed.  "PLEASE, NO MORE!  NO MOOOOORE!"
   "Sorry baby, but you get eight of 'em," he said.  Jeremy kept still
for a couple of more seconds, waiting to see if she said anything else.
She didn't, and he brought the whip down on her again with force.
   "NOOOOOO!" she yelled, feeling as though she had just sat down upon
a patch of cement in the hot summer sun.
   "I think we have ourseleves a problem here," Jeremy said.  "I have
given you four lashes.  After the first and second ones, you counted."
Lisa's eyes opened in horror, knowing what he was driving at.  "But
after the third, you did not say 'three'.  Thus I must start over again,
and you must begin counting at one."
   "Please, Master!" she pleaded, looking back at him.  Frantically, she
said, "THREE!  FOUR!  See Master, I said it!  I said it!"
   In his usually-calm voice, Jeremy told her, "Much like your arrival
here tonight, your 'three' was late."
   The young lady screamed in frustration.  "Don't start over, Master!
Please don't start over!"  Lisa had experienced so much pain while being
whipped, she had forgotten to keep a verbal count of the lashes.
   "Sorry Lisa, but we're starting over.  Be prepared to say 'one'."  He
brought the whip down upon her bottom again.

   WHACK!

   "Five," she shrieked, since it was the fifth lash she had received.
   Jeremy whipped her again, this time much harder than any of the prior
times.  "Not five!" he shouted.  "One!  Say one!"  His submissive had
caused the normally reserved Master to lose his temper.
   "One," she choked, conceeding the fact that indeed, they would have
to start the count over again.
   Immediately, he pulled his arm back and brought the strap across her
bottom again.  "Count!" he demanded.
   "Two," she bawled.

   Still angered at his slave, Jeremy, with a deranged look in his eyes,
continued to administer the whipping.  He watched the soft, pliant skin
of her bottom change from a light shade of tan to a bright red.  Each
time he lashed her, the whip left a definite red mark as to where it had
hit.  Also after each blow, Lisa cried and counted, this time remebering
to say the numbers.  Jeremy enjoyed the utter feeling of power he was
experiencing -- a blonde bombshell beneath him as he whipped her, not
able to do a thing to stop him.
   By the time he had reached the eighth lash, Lisa's entire bottom and
the upper portion of the backs of her thighs were bright and raw.  She
began to relax a little, thankful that the whipping was over.  However,
as Jeremy watched her sink into a mental bivouac, he decided to give her
one last reminder of what happened when she made him angry.

   WHACK!

   That brought Lisa up, and she turned around and screamed at him in
surprise.  "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"
   Jeremy put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her down into the bed.
He didn't appreciate his submissive rising up without permission.  "That
was for saying 'five' when I told you to start over at one."  He grabbed
her by the ponytail, but didn't yank on it.  "If you EVER do something
like that again, your punishment will be so severe, you'll have scary
nightmares about it for the rest of your life."  He let go of her hair
and looked down at her, anger boiling in his eyes.
   Lisa had never seen him this mad.  She needed to try and win back his
favor.  "I'm sorry, Master."  She reached out and touched his shoulder.
"I didn't mean to make you angry.  I just wanted to come here for a nice
weekend of fun with you.  I understand that I deserved to be punished
for being late.  But PLEASE, Master -- I promise to behave from this
point on like a good girl.  I just want to make you happy."
   Jeremy continued to glare at her, then slowly backed away.  He stood
up and took a deep breath.  No submissive had ever made him as angry as
she had just done.  Yet he controlled his rage, and attempted to let it
pass.  "Have you had dinner yet?" he asked in a calm tone.
   She did not expect that type of question.  "What?  Dinner?  Oh, no,
Master.  I haven't had dinner yet."
   He took another deep breath.  "Good then -- neither have I.  First,
you will go into the bathroom and fix your make-up.  If you haven't
already realized, all the crying you have done has ruined your mascara."
He pointed toward the pile of clothes she had created earlier.  "After
that, you will take those clothes down to the laundry room and throw
them into the washer.  Then, you will meet me in the main room -- the
one next to the kitchen.  You're going to fix both of us dinner."
   "Yes, Master," she complied.  "Fix my face, take my clothes to the
washer and then come to the main room."
   Jeremy walked over to the bed and fished a pair of blue high-heeled
shoes out of her suitcase.  "Take off your chemise."  She did, and now
the blonde was completely nude, seated on the mattress.  "You will also
put these shoes on, and nothing else.  Except for one thing."
   He went over to the dresser and opened one of it's drawers, then
walked back to his submissive with a collar.  The collar had a chain
attached to it; at the other end of the chain was a pair of handcuffs.
The handcuffs had a two-foot-long chain on them, so the submissive could
freely move her arms.
   Without saying a word, Jeremy locked the collar around her neck and
then used the handcuffs on her wrists, but this time in the front.  "You
will wear that until I see otherwise.  Understand?"
   "Of course, Master," Lisa obediently replied.
   Jeremy pointed toward the top of her head.  "And get rid of that
ponytail.  I like my submissives to look like women, not girls."
   "Yes, Master," she said, while undoing the pink bow atop her head and
letting her beautiful blonde tresses fall free.
   He picked up the black whip and held it in front of her face.  "If
you behave, I won't have to use this again during the weekend.  But if
not, you'll be whipped again."  She nodded her head at him.  "You be in
the main room no later than 20 minutes from now.  Understand?"
   "Yes, Master," she returned, now watching him leave the room, whip in
hand.  "Don't worry, I won't be late."
   Once he left the room, Lisa sprang up from the bed and grabbed her
aching bottom with both hands.  It was STILL on fire.  "Ooooh, my ass,"
she cried.  "It hurts..."

To be continued... comments welcome.


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From wisenack@mrwonderful.org Sat Nov 25 20:35:00 1995
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Lisa's Weekend  Chap. 4
From: wisenack@mrwonderful.org (Wisenack)
Date: Sun, 26 Nov 1995 01:35:00 GMT

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"Lisa's Weekend" - Chapter 4   Written by: Wisenack

   A restroom was accessible from the bedroom, and Lisa, rubbing her
sore bottom, walked into the lavratory.  A tiny smile crept upon her
face as she noticed several types of make-up placed on the sinktop.
"Master Jeremy thinks of everything," she quietly told herself.
   Lisa peered into the huge wall mirror and shook her head, trying to
let her mused hair fall down her slender shoulders and back.  The nude
blonde was successful.  Her next step was to begin applying the mascara,
so she would like nice for her Master.

   Nearly 10 minutes later, Lisa walked out of the bedroom, with the
clothing she had worn to the estate in hand.  The collar was still
around her neck -- obviously -- and the handcuffs were still attached
to her wrists.  She was wearing the pair of high-heeled shoes which
Jeremy had instructed her to put on.
   Looking around but seeing not a soul in sight, the vixen started
walking toward the staircase which led downstairs.  She figured that
Jeremy was awaiting her presence in the main room.
   As Lisa made her way to the laundry room, she told herself that a
punishment from Jeremy would never be neccessary again.  A painful
reminder was her simmering bottom, which still had strap marks on it.
She promised herself that she was going to be a good girl from now on,
and that he would never have to bring the whip out again to use on her.
At least, that was what she HOPED.

   Minutes later, Lisa strode into the main room and found Jeremy seated
on the large sofa, reading the daily newspaper.  She immediately went to
his side and dropped to her knees, then bowed her head in submission.
   Slowly, Jeremy tore his attention away from the paper and to his
willing submissive.  He held out a hand and cupped her chin, then pulled
upward until their eyes were in line.  "You did a nice job with the
make-up," he told her.  "Did you like the accessories I had for you?"
   "Yes, Master," she replied.  "I loved them.  Some of those items are
too expensive for me to purchase."
   He laughed at her comment.  "Too expensive?  Well then, you can keep
the make-up, 'cause I sure don't need it!"  His words brought a small
giggle from Lisa.  "Did you take your clothes down to the laundry room?"
   "Of course, Master," she returned.  "Would you like me to go down
later on and toss my clothes into the drying machine?"
   "That won't be neccessary," he replied.  "I'll take care of it."
   "Thank you, Master," was her soft response.  "May I ask a question?"
   He nodded his head.  "Go ahead."
   "Do you have any lotion?  Any type of hand lotion, or body lotion?  I
ask because my ass still hurts from the whipping you gave me."
   Jeremy laughed again.  "It still hurts?  Well, maybe it's SUPPOSED to
hurt."  He paused and watched her reaction, which was not very positive.
"Lisa, I'll get you some body lotion a little bit later."  Her attitude
seemed to improve once he said that.  "Now, it's time for you to make
dinner.  What do you like to eat?"
   "Anything you like to eat, Master," was her reply.
   Jeremy smiled and shook his head.  "No, Lisa.  What do YOU like to
eat?  There is some chicken ready to be made, as well as some steak and
even some hamburgers.  I personally don't care which you fix, so I'll
leave the decision up to you."
   Lisa thought it over for a few seconds.  "Chicken, Master.  I want to
have some chicken tonight."
   "Good enough," he told her.  "There is also some potatoes and corn to
be found in the kitchen.  Fix up some corn and mash some potatoes too."
   Lisa reached out and traced his forearm with a fingertip.  "I have a
favor to ask first, Master."
   "And that would be?" he asked in a deep tone.
   "May I suck on your cock?" she pleaded.  "It's something that I have
been looking forward to all week long."
   Jeremy leaned toward his submissive and looked directly into her
brown eyes.  "Have you done anything yet to deserve sucking my cock?  I
don't think so.  Perhaps if you fix me a nice dinner, and behave for the
remainder of the evening -- then I MAY let you give me a blowjob."
   "Yes, Master," she said.  "I promise to behave.  I'll fix you the
best chicken dinner which you have ever had."  She slowly stood up,
waiting to see if he objected to her moving.  He didn't, and then Lisa
turned and started walking toward the kitchen.
   Jeremy smiled, watching her stroll away.  One thing that he really
loved was watching a red bottom in motion.

   A short time later, Lisa had finished preparing the meal and had just
set the dining room table.  Jeremy was already in his chair, and he
began munching on the food immediately.  Lisa took her place across the
table and watched him as he ate.
   "What are you looking at?" he asked, peering up at her.
   "I just wanted to know if you like the meal, Master," she said.
   He took another bite and said, "Love it.  You're a great cook, Lisa."
   Lisa smiled, happy to hear a compliment from him.  She continued to
watch him for several seconds before digging into the meal herself.

   Later, collar and handcuffs still in place, Lisa stood at the kitchen
sink, drying off the remaining dishes which she had just washed.  After
she finished the final glass and put it away, the young lady exited the
kitchen and went back to the main room.  Her Master was on the sofa yet
again, but this time reading a magazine instead of the newspaper.
   The blonde dropped down to the so-called 'submissive position' -- on
her knees with her head bowed.  "Master, I finished the dishes.  I am
ready for your next command."
   Jeremy put the magazine down and stared at her.  "Look up at me," he
said, which she did.  "Good girl.  Now let's have a little talk.  I want
to know what you have been doing since we last saw each other.  Anything
new happen in your life?"
   She thought things over for a few seconds.  "Umm, I got a raise at
work -- a whole 25 cents per hour."  Her words brought a small laugh
from Jeremy.  "I guess, Master, 25 cents per hour doesn't mean a whole
lot to you.  But it means something to me -- a little, at least."
   "I wasn't laughing at your raise," he told her, still smiling.  "I
was laughing at the way you said it.  Besides, even though I have all
the money I'll ever need, I still know what the value of a dollar is.
Believe it or not, when I was your age, I used to work just like you do,
most likely for a lesser salary."
   "You make it sound like that was such a long time ago," Lisa grinned.
"You're only five years older than I am."
   "Five years is a long time," he said.  "Five years ago, you were an
immature freshman in high school.  Now, you're all grown up, and even a
submissive for someone like me."
   "I LOVE being your submissive!" she exclaimed, reaching out and
touching his shoulder.
   Jeremy gently pushed her hands away and she placed them back down at
her sides.  "Tell me, Lisa.  Have you gone out with anyone lately?  Been
on a date with someone from college?"
   "A date?"  She paused and emphatically said, "NO, MASTER!  I don't
want to go on any dates!  I don't want no one but you in my life."
   Jeremy smiled and patted her shoulder with his hand.  "Baby, I told
you it was okay if you decided to go out with one of your friends.  I'm
sure a lot of guys are chomping at the bits to go out with you."
   "I don't want them!" she exclaimed.  "I want no man except you!  You
are the only person I dream about -- all day and all night long."
   Jeremy shook his head and chuckled.  "If that's what you want, Lisa.
However if you change your mind, I won't be mad at you."  He decided to
change the subject.  "How are your grades in college?  Keeping up with
your schoolwork, or are you thinking about being dominated too much?"
   "My grades are the same, Master," she replied.  "They're not very
good but they're not very bad, either.  Kind of in the middle."
   "How is your family?  Your parents, brother, sister?"
   "They're all good," came her response.  "Tom just asked a girl out
for the first time a few days back, and she said yes.  So now, he
officially has his first girlfriend."
   "That's nice," Jeremy said.  "I remember asking out a girl for the
first time.  Unfortunately, she said yes, but then she didn't show up
for the date.  I was depressed for a week."
   "Was the girl stupid, Master?" Lisa asked in a serious tone.  "How
could anyone show YOU up on a date?"
   Jeremy laughed and patted her on the head.  "Ahh, you're a sweet
girl, Lisa.  I like your attitude and personality, and some of the
things you say at different times.  I'm glad you're in my life."  He
paused and then stood up, "Come on, sweetheart."  He took hold of her
hand and helped her up.  "I have a special present for you."
   "A present?" Lisa said, not expecting one.
   "Yes, a present," Jeremy returned, as he started toward the main
hallway, hand-in-hand with his submissive.



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From wisenack@mrwonderful.org Sat Nov 25 20:36:00 1995
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Lisa's Weekend  Chap. 5
From: wisenack@mrwonderful.org (Wisenack)
Date: Sun, 26 Nov 1995 01:36:00 GMT

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"Lisa's Weekend" - Chapter 5   Written by: Wisenack

   "Master, you need not get me any gifts," Lisa said as she was being
led down the hallway.
   He smiled and said, "But I WANT to give you a present.  Sweetheart,
we have been seeing each other now for well over a year.  I think we're
at the safe point in our relationship, albeit a mostly sexual one, that
I can give you a present as a token of my appreciation for you."
   Lisa liked where he was coming from with the idea, but was not too in
favor of accepting gifts from him.  The young lady did not want for him
to think that she was only after his money and gifts.  But she did like
it that he thought enough of her to buy a present.
   "Besides," Jeremy added, "I already bought something for you.  No
need for me to take it back and get a refund, is there?"
   "I guess not, Master," she replied in a reserved tone.

   Her backside still red from the earlier whipping, Lisa was led into a
mid-sized room.  It was relatively empty, with the exception of a large
mirror, a desk and stool.  She was escorted to the stool and took a seat
there.  "What are we in this room for, Master?  I don't think I've ever
been in here before."
   "You haven't," he confirmed, reaching into the desk.  "To be safe, I
kept your gift in this room so I wouldn't forget where it was.  Now,
close your eyes and hold out your right hand."
   She did as he said, then Jeremy pulled the gift out of the drawer and
placed it in her hand.  He closed her fingers over top of it, and made
her grip it.  The object felt sharp to Lisa, but she couldn't figure out
by touch alone what it was.
   Jeremy let go of her hand, and Lisa's eyes slowly opened, fixated
upon his own the entire way.  Finally, the vixen looked at her closed
hand and released her grip on the small object to see what it was.  As
it came into view, her brown eyes grew larger by the millisecond.
   "MASTER, A DIAMOND RING!" Lisa exclaimed in pure shock.
   Jeremy laughed, overjoyed at her spontaneous reaction.  Yes, he said
to himself, she liked it.  "Sure is, Lisa.  I went looking for the best
piece of jewelry I could find and that ring was it.  You deserve nothing
but the absolute best."
   Her eyes still bulging, she inspected the ring, short of breath and
unable to speak.  The ring had a beautiful gold band and five stunning
diamonds in the middle.  She had always wanted this type of ring yet
never thought it would be possible to have enough money to purchase it.
   "I'm glad you like it," Jeremy offered, placing his arm around her
bare shoulder and kissing the crown of her head.
   "Like it?" she managed, still short of breath.  "I LOVE IT!"  Then,
as reality came back to her mind, Lisa's unselfish side took over.  "I
can't accept this, Master.  Don't get me wrong, I love it.  But I can't
accept this from you.  It's too much."
   Jeremy held a finger in front of her eyes and shook it.  "No, you're
not going to think that way.  Nothing is too much for you.  Now I bought
that ring for you and I want you to have it.  It's YOURS."
   Lisa knew that changing his mind on this was impossible.  So, she
decided to just accept the ring.  "Alright Master, if that's what you
want."  Her unselfish attitude left and was replaced by a grateful one.
"Thank you, Master."  The young lady slipped the object onto her left
ring finger and admired it.  "Master, how can I ever repay you for
this?  I... I wouldn't even know where to start."
   "Think of it as a payment from me," he said with a smile.  "It's a
big 'thank you' for being a part of my life during the past year.  I
really enjoy your company when you come to visit.  I look forward to it
all the time.  You rank above all the submissives I've ever had."
   "I want to buy you something," she quickly said.  "I don't know what,
but I want to get something for you."
   "You really don't have to," he told her.  "But if you really want to
pay me back, you can do so tomorrow.  I have an idea as to how you can
do so.  How does that sound?"
   "Anything, Master," she replied.  "But, what will I do?"
   An odd look in his eye, he grinned and kissed her cheek.  "I'll let
you know tomorrow when the time is right."  He took hold of the chain
that led from her collar to the handcuffs and gently pulled her out of
the stool.  "Come on, let's get out of here.  You need to take care of
some household chores for me."

   Two hours later, Lisa, still wearing the same restraints and high
heels, approached Jeremy in the den and sank to her knees next to the
chair which he sat in.  She waited for him to glance down at her and
then spoke, "Master, I finished cleaning the windows and vacuuming the
second floor, just as you told me.  I double checked everything to be
sure the job I did was good.  You can go see yourself."
   Jeremy smiled and touched the side of her face with his palm.  "No,
I trust you did a nice job.  One thing that you are really good at is
work around the house."
   "I'm also good at sucking cock," she said in a shy tone, which caught
her Master off-guard.  "May I show you my abilities now?  I have been
behaving after the whipping earlier, and have done everything which you
instructed."  She grasped his upper leg and added, "I promise not to
dissapoint you."
   Even though he had been avoiding her advances for most of the night,
Jeremy thought it was time to give in to her wishes.  He wanted her to
perform oral sex on him just as much as she did, though his previous
actions would not indicate that.  However, one of his goals as her
Master was to get the young lady to obey him and earn any rewards which
may come her way.  Now, a reward was about to be given to her.
   Jeremy stood up and looked down at the vixen, who kept still on her
knees.  "Okay, Lisa.  You can suck my cock."
   She immediately went for his belt and tried to yank it off.  With his
assistance, Lisa was able to undo the belt and get rid of it.  Next, she
unbuttoned his slacks and pulled them all the way down.  She did the
same with the pair of boxers he wore.  Then, her eyes began to glow with
delight as there was nothing between her gaze and the large, swollen
manhood dangling just inches away.
   Lisa reached out with her right hand and gently squeezed the base of
his shaft.  With her left hand, she reached underneath his testicles and
pushed them upward with her delicate fingertips.  Then, the happy blonde
began to pump ever so softly with her right hand.
   The actions caused a moan to escape from Jeremy.  Yes, this was what
he wanted, too.  He spoke in a cool voice, "Lisa, once you start giving
head, I don't want you to stop until I have cum in your mouth.  And even
then, I don't expect to see any of it escape your mouth.  You are to
swallow it all -- right down your throat."
   "Of course, Master," she whispered, more than willing to do what he
just told her.
   Eyes fixated upon the throbbing piece of meat in front of her, Lisa
started caressing his testicles with her fingers.  She rolled the soft
skin between her fingertips, knowing Jeremy enjoyed the feel of it.  The
blonde began to pump his shaft harder with her other hand, wanting to
see if it could enlargen any more.  To her amazement, it became bigger.
His shaft was huge already, and here it was expanding right before her!
   "I love your cock," Lisa murmured.  "It's so big and beautiful.  Do
you like the feel of me jerking you off?"
   Jeremy threw his head back and moaned in delight.  "Yes Lisa, I love
it.  I may decide to let you do this all night long."
   "Oooooh!" she squealed.  "Cock sex all night long... I could live
with that!"
   Wanting to incite him more, she kissed the tip of his manhood with
her lips and gently licked it.  Jeremy's body convulsed as he felt her
do that.  In appreciation, the 25-year-old reached down and patted the
side of her head with his right palm.
   Lisa continued frigging him with her hand, and then blew air onto the
tip of his maleness, which caused him to shudder.  The breath from her
lungs felt wonderful; the breeze was cool -- quite a contrast to the
warm feeling his member was now experiencing.
   She blew on it again, which brought the same reaction.  She used her
tongue for another slow lick and blew once more.  Still being pumped by
her hand, Jeremy's shaft was now at full size.
   He had been hard all night long -- ever since his submissive arrived.
Thus, the Master felt he would explode in her hand prematurely.  It was
time for her to use her mouth.  "Lisa, suck on my cock.  NOW."
   "Yes, Master," she said, her lips moving toward their late snack.


To be continued....

Comments/Suggestions/Cristicism Welcome -- wisenack@mrwonderful.org



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