Lisa Learns to Love Ch. 01

Lisa thought it over. She could feel her resistance slipping away. The turmoil in her mind was being overcome by the itch in her groin and also, truth be told, by a growing curiosity. Guided by Judy she had just had two of the most fantastic sexual experiences ever. What more was to come? Furthermore she was getting fond of Judy. She didn't want to ruin their relationship by being a prude. Maybe she'd try it just this once. As Judy had said she could always use the stop word.

"Come on now, if you came in here to pee then pee. We've got shopping to do."

"What? In front of you?"

"Yes little one," Judy laughed. "I like to watch."

Somehow peeing in front of Judy was more intimate, more exposing than all the sex they had shared together. However Lisa realised she had to get used to the new regime. She pulled her dress up, sat down on the toilet, moved the medallion to one side and started to pee.

As Judy watched she smiled to herself. The 'accidental' meeting with Christine had been no accident! A quick phone call while Lisa was getting dressed was all it had needed. Christine had played her part perfectly. She had been a bit concerned about moving Lisa on to the next step so quickly but her choice of a public place had been spot on. She knew Lisa was well hooked now but she still had to tread a little carefully or she'd frighten her off and lose her. And with Lisa she felt it wasn't just another notch on the bedpost. She was genuinely fond of the girl. Even before last night she had enjoyed having Lisa around. If they were as compatible as she thought then there could be great times ahead.

On the drive home Lisa was a quiet and thoughtful. Judy glanced across.

"A penny for your thoughts," she asked.

"Judy," Lisa sounded uncertain, "is it always going to be like this?"

"How do you mean?"

"I don't mind being your slave today, well I don't think I do, but what about tomorrow? Can we just be Judy and Lisa again?"

"Of course we can. There are some people who are always in role but I'm not one of them. Let's just let tonight take its course and tomorrow we'll be Judy and Lisa again. When we're in play mode we're in play mode, when we're not we're not. OK?"

"Yes." Lisa sounded relieved. "I mean I want to do this, I really do, but not all the time."

"I understand." Judy realised that Lisa was reassuring herself more than anything else. "Here we are, back home. Get the bags out of the car and come up to my room. We'll sort out the next bit.

Lisa did as she was told. When she arrived at Judy's room Judy was searching around in the back of her wardrobe.

"Now then." She said turning to Lisa. "I seem to remember that it was a photo of Sally as a maid that got you so turned on last night so a maid you shall be. I haven't got all the bits so we will have to extemporise."

She laid out on the bed a full-length cotton apron with frilled edges. After a few more minutes searching she found some old fashioned bloomers, a starched mop cap and an old fashioned corset. She gathered them together. "Now, off to your room and we'll see what we can find."

Judy rummaged through Lisa's wardrobe and picked out a plain black skirt and white short-sleeved blouse. "These will have to do. Now let's get you in uniform. Off with that dress young lady."

Lisa obeyed and Judy picked up the corset and held it against her body. It reached from her hips to just below her breasts. "Hmm. Not quite your size but there's enough lacing to make up for that." At first the corset seemed quite loose but as Judy pulled at the laces it got tighter and tighter. Not only was her waist pulled in but she was forced to stand straighter. Judy tied off the laces and reached for the bloomers. These were very old fashioned, no elastic but ribbons that tied off around the waist and above the knees. They were baggy enough not to restrict the medallion in any way. The skirt, blouse, apron and cap completed the ensemble.

Judy stood back, looked her up and down and sighed. "Well it's far from perfect but it will have to do for now. There's plenty of housework for you to be getting on with. Off you go."

"Ok," Lisa replied.

"I beg your pardon Jones. What did you just say?" Judy's voice was sharp and firm.

"Sorry Miss. I forgot."

"You forgot? I'll make sure you never forget. I demand that you show proper respect at all times. Is that understood?"

"Yes Miss. I'm sorry Miss."

"That's better but I prefer Ma'am from my maids."

"Yes Ma'am. Of course Ma'am." Lisa hung her head. She felt like a little schoolgirl being told of by a strict teacher.

"Well get on with your chores then. Off you go."

As Lisa got on with the housework Judy sat in the lounge and read a magazine, pointedly ignoring her. The tight corset restricted her movements and was a constant reminder of her position. As she polished the big mirror above the fireplace she looked at her reflection. The cap and apron marked her as quite the little maid at the beck and call of her mistress. Why did she find it so erotic?

"Jones! It's four thirty. Where's my afternoon tea?"

"Coming Ma'am. I'll be right there." Lisa rushed to the kitchen and put on the kettle. She knew she'd be in more trouble if she didn't get this right. It couldn't be just a cup of tea. Hurriedly she put together a tray with teapot, cup, saucer and a plate of biscuits to round it off.

As she brought the tray into the lounge Judy inspected it. "You're late and I don't expect to have to ask. You should anticipate my demands. Put the tray on the coffee table." Lisa did as she was told, poured out a cup and handed it to Judy.

"Don't just stand there you gormless girl. My feet are sore. Massage them."

Lisa knelt down in front of Judy, took off her shoes and started to massage her feet. Somehow this felt right. Lisa wanted to be here, kneeling before her mistress giving her pleasure. She was slipping into a more and more subservient role and finding it fitted. She bent forward as far as the corset would allow, lifted Judy's foot to her mouth and kissed her toes through the stockings. Judy rested her other foot on Lisa's lap.

"Closer girl. Move closer." Judy demanded. Lisa shuffled forward. The foot on Lisa's lap was now resting firmly on her groin. The pressure against her was tantalising, teasing, adding to her aroused state. Lisa tried to push herself against it.

"Don't wriggle." Reluctantly Lisa kept still and concentrated on Judy's foot. All day the erotic tension inside her had kept rising. She needed release but knew she'd have to wait for it.

"That's enough. I need to get ready for tonight. Run me a bath. Off you go." Lisa gently put down Judy's foot and went to the bathroom. As the water was running she searched through the various bottles on the shelf and picked out an expensive bath oil. "I hope this will do." She thought to herself. A few moments later Judy appeared wearing her dressing gown. She shrugged it off and slipped into the bath. Lisa turned to leave.

"Where do you think you're going? Come back here at once. I expect full personal service from my maids. And what is my dressing gown doing on the floor?"

Flustered Lisa picked up the dressing gown and hung it up. She turned back to the bath where Judy was holding out a sponge. As quick as she could she rolled up her sleeves as Judy was obviously impatient. Then kneeling beside the bath she took the sponge. If massaging Judy's feet had been a form of worship then this was more so. Lisa adored Judy's body and here was the chance to caress it all over.

Judy lay back and luxuriated in the warm water. Lisa's gentle strokes with the sponge were delicious across her flesh. This was definitely getting her in the mood and if Lisa was spending a little to long washing her breasts and between her legs than was strictly necessary she wasn't going to complain. However the water was beginning to cool and time was moving on. She pushed Lisa away and got out of the bath.

Lisa took a towel off the rack and handed it to Judy. The immediate look of disapproval on Judy's face told her she was mistaken. She realised she was to do the towelling. Starting with her shoulders she gently rubbed Judy dry. By the time she got to Judy's feet she was kneeling in front of her, her face right in front of Judy's perfectly groomed mons. She couldn't resist it. She leaned forward and kissed her lips.

"Don't be impertinent" Judy pushed her away. "Now come to my room and help me dress."

When they got to Judy's bedroom Lisa saw a dark red gown laid out on the bed. Next to it were all sorts of items. Some of which Lisa couldn't recognise. Judy picked up a red satin basque and handed it to Lisa. "Come along now. You know what to do."

Lisa started to dress Judy. Whereas her own outfit was cobbled together from bits and pieces Judy had the complete wardrobe of an Edwardian lady. Lisa felt all fingers and thumbs as she struggled with the buttons and laces. Some of the items were very complex. Judy tutted at her clumsiness. Finally it was finished. Lisa stood back and looked. Judy looked magnificent, regal and very beautiful. Lisa wanted to kneel down and worship right there.

"What are you staring at. Get on with your tasks. The bathroom's in an awful state and you've the meal to cook by seven thirty. Get on with it."

Lisa hurried off to clean up the bathroom. She was beginning to understand that this was another job that had to be done perfectly. Judy, or should she say Ma'am, was a stickler for detail. By the time she finished it was time to start cooking. She wasn't the best cook in the world but fortunately the meal Judy had picked out from the market wasn't too difficult. She was busy with the pots and pans when the doorbell went. Seven o-clock already! After a few seconds she realised that it was her duty to answer the door. She put down what she was doing and rushed to the front door.

Christine swept in totally ignoring Lisa. She took off a long cloak and Lisa just managed to grab it before it fell to the floor. She then dropped a holdall which Lisa gathered up and put with the cloak in the cupboard. She too was in Edwardian clothes, her gown a delicate yellow which matched her blonde hair. However Lisa wondered how many Edwardian women wore stout leather collars like the one round Christine's neck! A silver dog tag hung from a metal loop at the front. Lisa wondered with a sharp twinge of jealousy whether the dog tag said 'Judy' like the medallion she wore.

"Christine my dear. So good of you to come. Do come in." Judy swept up to Christine and the two women kissed, not just a peck but a long lingering kiss. Lisa seethed with jealousy. Judy was her mistress, not this interloper. The two women went into the lounge and Lisa followed. Judy offered Christine a drink. Luckily Lisa realised it was her job to fetch it. Spurred by her jealousy she was determined to prove just how perfect a maid she could be. Then it was back to the kitchen.

As she took the food to the table Lisa smiled to herself. She'd made the effort and she felt she'd done well. Everything was in its place looking just right. She went on through to the lounge and announced that the meal was ready.

Throughout the meal she bustled around making sure that neither woman wanted for anything. Not that either of them appeared to notice. They treated her as if she were invisible, as if wine glasses filled themselves and the food came and empty plates left by magic. She hardly had time to grab more than a quick bite from the kitchen table as she passed. Not that she was particularly hungry. Nervousness and anticipation had killed her appetite.

Finally the meal was over and Judy and Christine relaxed with glasses of brandy as Lisa cleared up. The dishwasher was just starting when she heard Judy calling her.

"Jones! Jones! Come in here girl." Lisa hurried to the dining room.

"Jones, there have been several regrettable lapses in your behaviour today. You know what that means, don't you?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Yes Ma'am what?"

Lisa realised what was expected of her. "Yes Ma'am. I deserve to be punished."

"Quite right. Now let's go to the playroom. Come along." Judy led the two women to the hallway. Taking a key from around her neck she unlocked a door that Lisa had previously though was just a cupboard. When opened it revealed stairs leading down. The house had a cellar that Lisa hadn't even guessed at. She followed Judy and Christine down the stairs.

Most cellars are cold, damp and dusty. This one could not have been more different. The rooms were spacious, heated and well decorated. The lighting was soft and indirect. Lisa looked around in amazement. A collection of canes hung from one wall, shackles from another and there were a number or wooden and leather contraptions she could only guess at. At one end was a carver chair set up, almost like a throne. Judy walked over to it and sat down. Lisa stood in the middle of the room anxiously waiting. Christine stood to one side.

"There have been several lapses of behaviour today. You left my dressing gown on the bathroom floor, you've been impertinent several times and you've been clumsy and forgetful. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry Ma'am. It won't happen again," Lisa replied meekly.

"I'm going to make sure it doesn't. Christine, the horse I think."

Christine went to the side of the room and dragged back what looked like a gymnast's vaulting horse. Four wooden legs held it steady and each one had a leather shackle chained to the foot. The top was quite thin and covered with leather. Christine went over to Lisa and, taking her by the hand, stood her in front of it. She knelt down and lifting Lisa's skirt reached up and undid the laces from the waistband of Lisa's bloomers. The loose material fell down, now held by the laces above her knee. Then she guided Lisa until she was standing against the horse. She shackled Lisa's ankles left and right. There was barely enough give in the material of the bloomers to let Lisa open her legs that wide. Lisa was then bent forward over the horse and her wrists shacked to the opposite side. Finally Christine lifted the back of her skirt and tucked it into the ties which held her apron. There was a short silence and then a flash and the click of a camera shutter. Lisa realised she was in roughly the same position as the girl in the picture that had started all this. She had wondered how that girl had felt. Now she knew. The only difference was that the girl in the picture had been soundly caned. Lisa knew that difference would not last long. Her mind whiled with a mixture of emotions. She was nervous about being caned; she was embarrassed by her nakedness; above all, and somewhat to her surprise, she was aroused.

Judy got up from the throne and approached Lisa. She reached between her thighs and cupped her hand over her pubic mound. One finger wriggled in and began to play with her clitoris.

"Naughty little maids need to be punished. That's how their mistresses show that they care for them. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am. Yes, I do." Lisa was panting gently. She had been kept in a state of semi arousal all day and Judy's finger was fast pushing her towards release. She needed release so badly. However she knew she'd have to be caned first. Looking back between her legs she could see Christine looking on. She'd show the bitch that she could take her punishment, that she could be a better slave to Judy than Christine ever was.

Judy took her hand away and then swish, thwack the first blow fell. A stripe of fire seared across her bottom. Last night's spanking had been nothing like this. Swish. Thwack. The second blow fell.

"Please, please stop. I can't take it," she managed to gasp out between sobs.

Judy took no notice but carried on. Lisa bucked and struggled, her bottom a searing ball of pain but she was determined not to use the stop word, she was determined to serve her mistress.

Finally the last blow fell and the room was silent except for Lisa's sobbing. She felt curiously elated. She'd made it. Furthermore, in spite of the pain, because of the pain, her whole body felt high, felt alive. It was more than sexual, almost spiritual. Judy came round the horse and crouched down beside her.

"There. Good girl. You've taken your punishment. Now, what do you say?"

"Thank you. Thank you Ma'am." Lisa realised she wasn't just saying it. She really meant it.

"Well now you can thank me properly." Judy unclipped the shackles from the feet of the horse leaving them locked round Lisa's wrists. She drew her arms behind her back and fastened them back together. Then she fastened Lisa's ankles together in the same way. Lisa slid to the floor. Judy returned to the throne and sat down.

"Here girl, come to me." Lisa shuffled forward on her knees. The chains made it a bit awkward. As she approached Judy lifted up the front of her gown.

"Now girl, show me how much you love me. Show me how you thank your mistress."

Lisa shuffled between Judy's knees, leant forward and burrowed between the folds of clothing. Finally she was there. Her lips grazed the centre of Judy's pleasure. Her tongue probed in. Chained and kneeling before her this was truly an act of worship. Again there was a flash and the click of the camera but she didn't care. Her tongue caressed Judy's clitoris which swelled beneath it. The sweet taste of Judy was mixed with the salty taste of her tears that had run down her cheeks. She could feel Judy responding to her tongue, pushing herself forward. She increased the pressure but kept the steady rhythm. Even through the layers of clothing that covered her she could hear Judy moaning with pleasure. Judy reached down and held Lisa's head, pulling it into her. Lisa could feel spasms running through the muscles of Judy's thighs either side of her head. "Yes, yes, yes, OOOHHHHHHH YES." Judy's orgasm was long and explosive.

For a minute or two Judy just sat there getting her breath back. Then she eased Lisa up from under her gown. And gently pulled her to her. They kissed and kissed. "Well done girl." Judy whispered in her ear. "But it's not over yet."

Judy undid Lisa's shackles and unfastened the bloomers from where they hung from Lisa's knees. The skirt, however, was left tucked up, leaving a cool breeze to sooth Lisa's poor bottom. Then she turned to Christine.

You could tell from Christine's eyes that she had been enjoying the show. Her face was flushed and she was obviously excited.

"Well Christine, your behaviour has been less than perfect today, hasn't it?"

"Yes Miss."

"And what did you do to this poor girl at lunchtime?"

"I molested her Miss."

"And did I give you permission?"

"No Miss."

"And do you deserve to be punished?"

"Yes Miss. I was very naughty Miss."

"Well, first of all I think we had best get you more suitably attired for punishment. Jones, remove her outer garments."

Lisa went over to Christine and started to unbutton her dress. As she undid the top buttons she had a quick glance and confirmed that the tag on the collar did indeed say 'Judy'. She removed it carefully and hung it up. Next came a white cotton chemise. This too was removed and hung with the dress. Lisa was impressed how Christine's clothes, like Judy's, were accurate for the period. Christine now stood in a white whaleboned corset not unlike the one she was wearing, a pair of bloomers, white stockings and white-heeled ankle boots.

"And the bloomers I think." Judy ordered. There's no dignity for those being punished."

Lisa crouched down in front of Christine to undo the ties which held the bloomers on. As the fell to the floor they revealed that Christine was close cropped like Judy. However enough was left so you could tell she was a natural blonde. Lisa hung up the clothes neatly and returned to Christine. Whilst Lisa did not think she was as beautiful as Judy you could tell Christine was no stranger to the gym. Her breasts, which were semi supported by the top of the corset, were firm and high. Her legs slender and well toned. Now that she was semi naked the dark leather of the collar stood out. Lisa thought it looked perfect and wondered if she could have one of her own.