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BOUND TO PLEASE CHAPTER 6 Pamela did not have long to wait before Peter's big right hand smacked down on her little bottom. The sound of his powerful slap to her ass made Pam jump, but the cuffs held her perfectly. Pam could not believe how much it hurt to be spanked. She made up her mind never to do anything so stupid again. She had given her Master an order. How could she have done such a thing. She had known immediately that Mr. Stone would not let it slide. Even though it hurt more each time his heavy hand came down on her tender little bottom, Pam knew he was giving her exactly what she needed. She had almost gone back to her bossy, snotty, selfish way of acting with Mr. Stone. How could she be so foolish? She realized that if he let this go, she would always be pushing at the limits he set for her. She knew too that if he did not punish her quickly and well, she would lose respect for the man she now loved, and she realized that she would not be able to get such intense and complete sexual satisfaction from her teacher if she broke him so that he was no longer her Master. Only when he made her know she was totally owned was Pamela able to find the release and pleasure she ached for so badly. Only when he was totally a man and held her in perfect bondage could she be woman enough to serve and satisfy him perfectly. Only when she satisfied him to perfection did she receive the fulfillment she craved. Her orgasms did not seem to do anything to relieve her need when she brought them on or even when she allowed them to come over her while he was playing with her. It was only when he was forcing her to cum again and again, long after her body and brain thought that there was not a single orgasm left in her that he seemed to find the total ownership of her that he sought. At that moment, she yielded completely to him, and even her orgasms became his. He forced them on her over and over again because it pleased him to watch her cumming from the pleasure he gave her. It pleased him to hear her screaming as the strength of her orgasms made her feel as if she would be ripped apart by the contractions of her uterus. It pleased him to make her squirm and writhe to get every inch of his rock hard cock as deep as possible into her spasming cunt. When he knew he possessed her completely, and the knowledge that he owned her totally was branded in her brain from the power and the pleasure of his fucking, he would explode inside her. She would cum even harder than ever before when she felt his hot cream spurting deep inside her starving pussy. It was this final cum, when she knew deep inside that she had served and pleased her Master completely that gave Pam the release she needed. It was only this final cum that gave her the satisfaction that calmed the itch in her clit and kept her pussy from feeling empty and hungry for a few short hours. Now, Pam realized that she would have to wait until Mr. Stone had punished her to feel him fill her as she longed for him to do. When Pan realized he intended to spank her bare bottom like she was a naughty child, she shuddered involuntarily with pleasure inside. She knew it was going to hurt, but she also knew that with each swat of his bare hand, Mr. Stone was making her more and more his own. She loved him for his strength, and she found herself even more excited and ready to make love to her teacher than she had been before. She thought he would spank her until he was sure she had learned a lesson, then he might tease her and make her wait and suffer sexually until he was ready to claim her and give her tortured body the fucking she would need desperately by then. Why had she been so stupid? Why had she acted like she was giving Mr. Stone orders? Pam was beating herself mentally between each sharp slap of her teacher's punishing hand. Pam had started out squawking each time the heavy hand descended on her bare rear, but as she became aware of how richly she deserved a good spanking, she quieted down and began to turn her energy to controlling herself and learning her lesson. Pam knew her ass hurt worse than anything she had ever imagined from the few spankings her parents had ever given her, but yet she still yearned for Mr. Stone to ram his hard cock deep into her from behind. She could feel that her pussy was even hotter and wetter than before, and her juices were soaking her muff of silky blonde pubic hair and running down both of her wide spread legs. She wanted Mr. Stone's prick deep inside her more than ever, and she thought she had never wanted to be fucked so badly in her entire life. Finally, the spanking stopped. Mr. Stone did not even wait as Pamela had feared he might. Instantly, he plunged his throbbing cock deep into her juicy and eager cunt. It felt very different having him enter her that way, and her sore bottom reminded her of the spanking she had gotten with every thrust as his hard body smacked into her glowing red ass cheeks. He grasped her hips roughly, and used the hold to allow him to pound his penis into her hot little vagina with all the power in his body. The girl was cuffed hand and foot. She had been spanked very hard, and yet she tried to thrust her aching cunt back at him with equal force. Peter Stone let out a shout of triumph as he rammed his aching cock harder and harder into the beautiful blonde. He knew he owned her completely and had totally enslaved her. She should be in such pain that sex was the last thing on her mind, but he had trained her, taught her, and harnessed her needs and desires in a way that made her his helpless sex slave. She should be crying her eyes out from the pain in her burning bottom, but instead, the paddling had started a raging fire in her cunt that only a hard fucking could extinguish. Peter Stone knew he had a jewel beyond price in the lovely young woman who was trying to impale herself as deeply as possible on his twitching cock. Pam knew she should be screaming in pain from the impact, but the savage fucking he was giving her was satisfying a much deeper and more powerful need in her. She knew it should hurt more than she could bear, and yet the brutal thrusts of his steely prick into her tender pussy were quieting a pain that was far more difficult for her to bear. She knew she was his sex slave more fully in that moment than ever before. She knew that any pain he could make her feel from bondage, spanking, whipping, or humiliation would be vastly better than the pain she felt when her hungry cunt was starving for a good hard fucking from his big stiff cock, and he would not give her what she needed. Pam sobbed as her teacher fucked her harder still. Then, Mr. Stone reached around in front of her and used the fingers of his left hand to spread her pussy lips wide open. With his right index finger he began to rub over her slippery little clit in slow circles. Pam could not decide what to do. She wanted to hump her hips back at her teacher to keep his dick ramming into her as hard and deep as possible, but she also wanted to squirm her hips forward against the finger that was driving her crazy as it circled her clitoris. Pam finally gave up, and just gave herself up to her lover. She was his sex slave after all, she would just let him use her as he wished. He kept the fire burning in her pussy with his deeply probing prick, and raging in her clit with his torturing fingers. He would get her close to the edge of what she instinctively knew was going to be the most intense, and totally satisfying orgasm of her short sex life; then he would start moving the maddening fingers in different ways. It all felt wonderfully good to the frantic little blonde, but when he changed the motion, it took her a few seconds to adjust to the new feel of it, and she felt the bubble of molten pleasure just below the surface of her ravaged clit receded back into the depths of her squirming body. Finally, Pam's tortured senses could not take any more, and she begged her teacher to let her cum. She begged her Master as his sex slave to give her an orgasm. Peter Stone felt close to the edge from the excitement of all he had done to his lovely ward. The sight of the beautiful eighteen year old girl with the sexy silk gown pushed up around her waist, pumping her slender hips in a frenzy to get as much of his cock crammed into her hot, tight, dripping cunt as possible, full ripe tits hanging out of the lace bodice of the Dior gown, begging to be squeezed, bursting erect nipples aching to be pinched, and the sight of his cock going into her little hole made something snap inside the teacher's brain. He fucked the tiny blonde even harder than before as he strove to give her everything she needed. The heat and wetness of her pussy made it feel like he was being stroked with wet silk. It slid so good as he pushed deep, deep into her, he knew no other woman could possibly feel so good to fuck. Pam's inner muscles seemed to cling to his dick as he slammed it deeper and deeper into her dripping cunt again and again. He knew he could not resist the ecstasy her tight pussy promised as it milked his cock, urging him to let go and fill her with his hot cream. He fought against the feeling welling up in his balls because he wanted to bring her to a level of pure animal lust in order to impress on her the knowledge of what she really was, and to confirm to her that besides being her teacher and her Master, he was the only man who could ever understand her, fill all of her needs, and give her true satisfaction. Finally, he could not hold back any longer. He rammed into her so hard that it spread the tight little cheeks of her ass wide apart. His right hand held her tightly at her hips, pulling her back to him with all the strength of his powerful arm. His left hand had covered her left breast, and he was pinching her nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger until he felt the cum start boiling up out of his balls. Then he covered her whole breast with his big hand and began to squeeze the soft flesh very hard. Pam could not move enough to help her lover reach the peak of pleasure as much as she wanted, but she pushed her hips back toward her teacher as hard as she could. When she felt the first wave of hot cum spurt into her starving pussy, Pam came so hard she thought she would truly go insane from the intensity. She felt like she had become a female animal in heat, only she knew that from now on, she would always be "in season". She was so glad Mr. Stone loved her and would always be there to take care of her in her times of need. She knew too that he would be taking her often just for the fun of it so that she would never have to wait long and that she would never be badly in need. Now all of the sensations he had worked so hard to give her overwhelmed and consumed her, and the firey bubble in her clit and in her brain burst at the same time. She heard herself screaming from the pleasure of cumming so hard, but it was almost as if she were hearing some other woman begging to be fucked harder and deeper. Peter was already cumming, spurting hot semen deep into her passion soaked vagina, when he felt little Pam's pussy muscles clamp down hard on his cock. It was so tight, it almost stopped the cream from pumping out of his jerking prick. The pain from the interrupted flow was intense, but Peter Stone was so far gone with lust that all he was able to do was try to ram his hurting cock even harder into her tight little cunt. The force of his thrusts made her pussy muscles relax just enough so that she felt tight and good to him, but it still allowed him to hammer his spewing prick harder and harder into her spasming, cumming cunt. Pam felt like the few brief moments they were cumming together were in slow motion, and that each spasm lasted hours as it wracked her body with the most incredible pleasure she had ever felt. Her cries of passion, and her begging to be fucked harder and deeper worked so powerfully on him that Stone came harder into his 18 year old ward's virgin tight vagina than he had ever cum in his life. He felt like her cunt was sucking the semen out of his balls so hard, he was almost afraid he would see blood dripping out of his cock when he finally could stand to pull it out of her body. Now, he did not care. It felt so good to finally have a woman who needed to be fucked hard and often that all Peter could do was keep pumping his hips to drive his throbbing cock as deep into her climaxing cunt as he could. They both screamed as the last drop of his cum shot into her, and the hardest, deepest pleasure spasm yet ripped through her body bringing her the satisfaction she needed. Stone collapsed onto her back, totally spent. He kept his hips pressed forward against her as tightly as he could. He did not want to let his now softening cock to come out of the heat and wetness of her cunt one second sooner than it had to. He wanted to stay as deep as he could, as long as he could in her still clenching pussy. He wanted to feel her muscles spasm and grip his twitching shaft as the waves of pleasure continued to roll through her body like the after shocks that follow an earthquake. Then Peter Stone felt something he had only dreamed about. Some- thing most people said was impossible. He felt himself cumming again, but he knew that Pamela had drained him so completely that there was no semen left for another ejaculation. Though he pumped his hips like he was shooting in her dripping cunt again, there was indeed nothing left for him to shoot, but that did not stop the feeling from ripping through him, making him know he was really cumming again. There was something a little disappointing to him about cumming, and not having a load to shoot into her pussy, but the feelings were so good, he relaxed and let them take over. He felt as if there were another, even harder cum just out of his reach, and so he kept pumping his cock harder and harder into her pussy, until he heard Pam squeal with delight, and he felt her cumming again. Finally, both of them felt completely satisfied, and Peter unfastened the cuffs and once again lifted Pam gently into his big bed. He still cleaned her carefully, but this time, he removed the gown and pulled the covers up over her naked body. Pam smiled as he took care of her. She loved the way he touched her so gently now, and the way he made sure everything she needed was taken care of. She would have happily held him close and slept in the wet spot that would have resulted from all of his load leaking out of her pussy, but she loved him for getting up and taking care of her. This little gesture showed her that he really cared for her because even though she had totally drained and satisfied him, he was not just rolling over and going to sleep; he was thinking of her needs and her comfort before he thought of himself. Pam smiled and snuggled back against his warm body when he slipped into bed. She quickly fell asleep and her contented smile stayed on her face long after she had started the soft, rhythmic breathing that told her teacher she was asleep. Peter grinned. He knew that morning would be there sooner than he would have liked, but as he watched the sleeping girl and felt the glow of the best sex of his life spreading out through his entire body, he ranked sleep very low on his list of priorities. He knew that when she woke, needing him, in the morning he would be willing and able to give her everything she needed.

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Bound to Please Chapter 7 At precisely 7:00 AM Pam heard the alarm go off. She was hoping that Mr. Stone would not take teaching too seriously today. What she really wanted was to make love, go back to sleep, then get up about noon and after a long hot bath and a leisurely lunch, she thought she could put in a good two hours of study before she would need to have her teacher fuck her brains out again. Pam grinned to herself as she stretched and got ready to try to seduce Mr. Stone. She couldn't believe the changes in herself in just one short day. She had always worn cotton or flannel pajamas to bed, but here she was in bed with her teacher. She had worn a very sexy gown while he was making love to her last night, but he had removed it before they went to sleep. She felt happier than she could ever remember. Feeling the warmth of his body against her naked skin gave her a deep sense of contentment and safety. She knew she belonged to her teacher in a very literal sense, but this just added to her feelings of love for him. He was a truly strong man for he was able to make her behave. She liked that a lot because besides knowing that he had the strength to protect her if he ever needed to, she felt a lot better about herself as a person because he was strong enough to make her behave like a civilized adult. Her spoiled, rich bitch behavior had left her very lonely and unhappy. She hated the way she acted, but for some reason she just took those feelings out on others instead of changing herself and improving her life. Pam had to admit that her teacher really did know what was best for her. She also was proud that she had everything he needed. She started thinking about how she could please and satisfy him even better so that he would never even look at another woman. Pam laughed at herself when this thought came to mind. She felt slightly awkward thinking about someone else first, but then she realized that she needed Mr. Stone, and she would need him more every day for the rest of their lives. She rationalized that she was really just looking out for herself. She wanted to please and satisfy him completely so that he would always want her, and this would guarantee that she would always have what she needed so very much. Pam stretched, and turned over on her side so that she could press her naked body tightly against Mr. Stone's body. The feel of his ass pressed against her pubic mound excited her, and she could already feel her lubricating juices starting to flow. Pam carefully slipped her right arm under her teacher's body and wrapped her left arm around him. The thought that he was sleeping and helpless excited her even more as Pam thought about all the things she could do to arouse and seduce her guardian and lover. She was surprised how quickly this line of thought brought her to the place where her need for him began to hurt. It burned deep inside her empty pussy, and it itched unbearably in her erect and pulsing clit. Even though she had just given up her virginity, she felt an intense desire to have Mr. Stone do everything to her that it is possible for a man to do to a woman. She wanted him to do everything he had ever thought or fantasized about so that he would know how completely he owned her body, her mind, and her love. She ached to have him deep inside her and feel the power of his body again. She wanted to feel him penetrating her swollen labia with his rock hard dick and filling her empty pussy so full of hard prick that it would feel like the head was going to come out her mouth because he was ramming it into her so deep and so hard. But then an overwhelming desire to give him something he had never had before overcame her. She knew she was fairly ignorant about what a man and woman could do to give each other pleasure, but she felt a powerful need to do something for him that was slightly kinky or maybe even a little painful or even embarrassing for her. Pam knew she wanted to do something for her lover that he had never had a woman do for him before. She wanted to give him pleasure he had never felt before. She wanted to show him how completely she belonged to him. Pam was not sure exactly what she wanted to do, but she knew her teacher would be able to help her make her wish a reality. Mr. Stone would know exactly what she needed Pam thought. She couldn't wait to tell him about her desire, and her need for him was unbearable now, so even though she wasn't sure she should wake him, she began to run her hands slowly and gently over Peter's body. She shuddered a little as she caught herself thinking about her teacher by his first name. She knew that was his name, but she also knew he might not want her to address him that way even though he had made love to her, and even though she knew he cared for her. Pam quickly reorganized her thoughts and made herself call her lover Mr. Stone even in her mind. She was sure that was the only way to keep herself from slipping up and speaking his name. She turned the word "Master" over in her mind to get the feel of it and to see how it made her feel to call him that. The strength of the shiver of delight it gave her frightened Pam a little. She knew she would need some time to get used to the idea, but she realized that admitting Mr. Stone owned her excited her sexually in a way that was more powerful than she had thought possible. Pam knew that she might as well be his slave because her body and her emotions belonged to him completely. The idea of surrendering herself to anyone, especially a man with such complete power over her was very frightening. Pam shuddered at the thought of being totally owned and completely enslaved. It nearly panicked her, but her hands were stroking Mr. Stone's cock now, and her cunt needed to be filled so badly that she took control of her fears and forced them out of her mind. She knew that just thinking about being a slave had made her as hot and as wet as when her teacher had played with her body for the first time. Pam couldn't keep her hips still, and she was rubbing herself against her teacher's ass as she stroked his cock. She wanted to play with her clit, but she knew it would only make the itch worse. Pam had completely accepted the fact that the only way she was going to feel really satisfied was from having Mr. Stone's cock ramming deep into her over and over again. She needed him to make her cum so many times she lost count, fuck her until she was too exhausted to move and fill her with his hot semen. She loved the feel of his hard cock deep in her cunt and she knew she could not live without the feel of it swelling inside her from the pleasure she was giving him. She knew she had to feel the scalding cum spurting into her several times a day to be truly satisfied and happy. Pam was not sure if Mr. Stone was awake yet, but his prick was definitely hard enough to fuck, so when her need overcame her, she rolled her lover onto his back and straddled his body. Her dripping pussy was hovering over his fully erect penis as she moved herself into position to impale herself on his throbbing dick. Pam grasped the hard cock with one hand and began to rub the head against her clit. It felt so good, it made her shiver with pleasure and it made her want to feel it ramming deep into her drooling cunt even more than ever. She took the stiff prick and ran the head around in circles so that it stroked the inside of her inner labia, touching her in all her sensitive places, making her need him inside her more and more. Then she felt herself guiding the head into the opening of her hungry pussy and stirring the opening of her boiling vagina with it. Her juices coated the head and made it slide nicely as she teased her clit and cunt opening with his cock. Her mouth watered as she thought about the feeling the satisfying hardness of his prick slowly penetrating her eager pussy until she had eased herself down onto every inch of it and she contained all of him within her. Before she gave herself the treat she wanted so badly, Pam was overcome with a need to feel the pulsing hardness in her mouth, so she quickly moved so that she was kneeling above Mr. Stone's sleeping body. Her legs were spread and her slit was only inches above his lips. Pam was still holding his hard cock in her hands and now she began to lick the head with tiny movements of her tongue. As she began to work on the rigid shaft, her feelings became more and more intense, and her need for a good hard fuck grew deeper and harder to control. Her tongue began to move on its own as her instincts and her body took over and her mind sank into a red haze of lust and passion. Soon she was licking and sucking his dick with every bit of her mind focused on making this the best blow job he had ever felt. Her hands could not stop cupping his balls, and though she tried very hard to be gentle, she was so out of control from her need and arousal that she squeezed hard enough on his tender balls to draw a yelp from her teacher. Peter came awake immediately. He had been aware of the wonderful sensations as his lovely ward used her body to bring him pleasure and he had been enjoying the way she used his cock like a living dildo to arouse herself. When she changed position and began sucking and licking his cock, Peter had to fight not to respond too much so that he did not give away the fact that he was awake. He was amazed but pleased at how totally she was concentrating on his dick, almost as if she were a primitive tribeswoman worshiping a sacred phallus with her mouth. The way she was sucking and licking him was so good, he was sure it was the best blow job he had ever felt. When she started playing with his balls, Peter had to fight against the urge to tense up. It felt good, but he was afraid she was so carried away in her erotic thoughts that she would squeeze too hard. A man always is very sensitive about how a woman plays with his balls, and so Peter was mentally prepared for the pain when Pam lost control and squeezed too hard. The pain caused him to cry out reflexively, but he was completely in control of himself when Pam threw herself on her belly at his feet and begged him to forgive her. "Master, please forgive your clumsy slave girl" she begged. "Your property only wanted to bring you pleasure Master. The feel of your manhood in my hands excited your slave so much she got carried away. Please, Master, don't beat your slave girl." Peter knew that he must use this situation to teach Pam a lesson, but her hands and her mouth had aroused him to the point that all he really wanted to do was bury his aching prick deep in her wet pussy and fuck her very, very hard, until the heat and tightness of her cunt and the sound of her moans of pleasure and her screams of passion, as he made her cum again and again, took all of the pain away. He fought to gain control of his need to pound his cock into her as hard as he could. Finally, Peter got control of himself and said, "Slave girls often get carried away. It is strict discipline that helps them develop the control and judgement they need in order to be perfectly pleasing to their Master. You had a good idea little slave, but you must learn to control your enthusiasm and apply it properly so that you bring your Master only pleasure." "Master is not angry with his girl?" Pam asked. "No slave. Your Master understands that these things will happen while you are being trained. There is no reason to be angry with you. You tried to please your Master, but you made a mistake. However, you were not totally pleasing, and therefore, you will be punished to help you remember not to make the same mistake again." Pam turned white as she thought of how he might choose to punish her. She hoped he would just tie her up and then fuck her dripping pussy very, very hard. She knew that as soon as her Master shoved his hard cock deep in her cunt she would feel so much pleasure she would forget the pain of being tied. She also knew he needed her just as badly as she needed him. She hoped that when he had creamed her cunt two or three times he would be satisfied and would decide she had been punished enough. He took so much pleasure in making her cum over and over again, that she hoped he would not be able to keep himself from taking her. Pam knew that she had become so sensitive to the feel of his hands on her and the feel of his prick deep in her pussy that she would be cumming the way she had the night before as soon as he started pleasuring himself. For that reason she was hoping her punishment would be having him fuck her very, very hard; for that would really not be punishment for her at all, but exactly what she wanted and needed most. Pam was not afraid, of what he might do to her anymore though, for she knew the only thing that would really hurt her would be if he refused to touch her. Pam thought if she could force herself to confess how hopelessly she loved him, how desperately she needed to feel him inside her, and how totally he owned her, her Master might have mercy on her when he punished her. Pam was sobbing now as she tried to find the courage to tell Mr. Stone she loved him. She thought that was going to be the hardest part because he already knew he owned her body and could make her do anything he wanted. Because she needed him to fuck her so badly, he would also know that she would be eager to obey every command. Now Pam was fighting with her ego and long years of misinformation. She had struggled to admit her body was owned, but now she had to force herself to tell her Master, the man who owned and commanded her, that she realized and accepted the truth and reality of his ownership. Even more though, she had to tell him that she would not just mope around as she had been taught to think slaves did because they were miserable being owned; she had to tell him she loved being owned, that it excited her sexually beyond her wildest dreams to be his slave and his property at his command. She had to confess to her Master that she loved him for being strong enough to own her and she had to tell him that she loved being made to serve him. Pam was so overcome with conflicting emotions that she could not speak, so she knelt on the bed and kissed Mr. Stone's feet and looking directly into his eyes she whispered, "I love you Master." Peter Stone knew that this would always be the proudest, happiest moment of his life. He had taken a rich bitch, spoiled brat virgin and turned her into the most desirable sex slave a man could possibly imagine, and in the process, she had fallen totally in love with him. "Of course you love me slave girl, I am your Master. An owned girl really has no choice in the matter you know. Once she realizes she is truly and completely owned, she cannot help but fall in love with her Master. Even if he is fat and has bad breath, she will desire him more than any man she has ever known. She cannot help herself in this, slave, it is part of being owned; it is part of being a pleasure slave. If it had not been a part of your nature to be my sex slave, you would not have been able to please me, nor would you have been able to submit yourself totally to me. It is not possible to pretend about these things. So you see, you became my slave because deep inside you were a slave girl. By owning you, I have freed you and allowed you to become what you really were all along." "Your girl is grateful Master." she replied softly. Pamela lowered her eyes as she spoke. "Please do not punish me so severely that your property will not be able to serve her Master fully and perfectly." she said. There were a few moments of silence as Peter though about an appropriate punishment for his beautiful young ward and Pamela thought about how terrible it was going to be to be punished by a man as strong as her teacher. "Master, may your girl speak her mind fully?" she asked in her most seductive tone of voice. "Yes, I require you to speak your mind fully at all times. I may choose to punish you if what I find there is not pleasing, but you will not attempt to hide any of your thoughts or feelings from your Master." Pam got a dreamy look on her face, and she shivered with pleasure as she thought about what she was going to say. "Master, your girl wants to please you fully. Your slave wants to show you how completely you own her heart as well as her body. Master, your slave girl would like to know if there is a way you have always desired to be served by a female slave, but have not found the right girl to serve your pleasure. If there is some way your slave can serve you with her body that Master has never experienced before, your girl would love to give her Master the only gift she has to give, her full and eager service in any way Master might desire. I know my full service already belongs to Master, but your girl hopes to show Master how much more pleasing a slave girl who gives her service freely can be. It would also help Master's property think of herself as having some value. This would increase her efforts to please Master, and therefore, the value of Master's property would also increase. I know that a slave girl is worthless unless she can serve her Master perfectly. Please Master, let your girl serve her Master perfectly."

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Peter Stone could hardly contain his excitement. This girl was responding to him and everything he did much better than he had expected. He knew that he must be careful to keep her discipline consistent, but he also knew that he was as deeply in love with her as she was with him. He knew it was going to be very difficult not to become lax with his ward because she brought him such perfect service, such wonderful pleasure, and such complete satisfaction. "All right Pamela, I will give you an easy punishment this time." he said with a laugh. "I have not experienced three pleasures a slave girl can give her Master. Your punishment will be to determine what each of those pleasures is, and then to serve me so perfectly that I will remember your service in each of the three ways for the rest of my life." Pam gasped when she realized exactly what her Master had just commanded her to do. "Is there a time limit Master?" she asked cautiously. "No, you may take as long as you need Pamela." The girl shuddered as the reality of this punishment hit her. She knew that she would be a driven woman until she had perfectly served her Master in each of the three ways. She needed desperately to be her Master's perfect and only slave girl. She needed to give him the gift of a pleasure he had never experienced or she would not be happy with her own performance. She knew that her Master would not be fully pleased with her service until his command was followed completely, and she could not bear the thought of that. What if he became impatient, or had another, brighter slave girl around who would figure out the three pleasures first? What if he should start to prefer another girl's service and body? What if her Master should stop touching her or entering her softness with his hardness? What if he should stop letting her serve his pleasure with her body? She was about to go crazy from her need to be fucked very hard, and the thought of her Master never taking her and bringing her to orgasm after orgasm ever again was too bitter a thought to consider. Pam knew her body would drive her mind insane with her need for him if he should ever stop taking her for even a few days. She fought down her panic as she realized that how well she did depended totally on herself. If she used her imagination and worked very hard to arouse her Master so that he needed to take her as often as he was able, she would have more chances to find the three pleasures as quickly as possible. She resolved to reserve all judgement about any position or type of sex play until she had experienced it herself and had a chance to practice it enough to be proficient. She would catalog all of the things her Master really responded to and would eliminate the things that did not bring him the total pleasure she had set as her standard of what was "acceptable" service to her Master. Pam couldn't wait to get started on her punishment. It was so ironic that Mr. Stone had given her exactly what she wanted as punishment, yet the way he had done it put the whip that drove her in her own hands. She thought that although he had given her license for as much sex as she could take, it would have been an easier punishment for her if he had just spanked her soundly. Pam was sure her Master would have been more kind to her than she was to herself. The girl took her Master by the hand and led him into the bathroom. She took him into the shower, and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature so that it was very hot, but not scalding. First she soaped Peter's body all over, and washed him thoroughly, and then she took the shower massage off its mount and directed the spray onto every part of his body so that all the soap was rinsed away. Pam moved the dial to start the massage action, then she guided the water stream onto his back and after a time, she moved down to his legs. Then, Pam carefully slowed the water down so that only a gentle stream was flowing. Smiling impishly, she turned the shower onto Peter's limp dick and used the spray to tease it. She was having a hard time waiting, so she put some baby oil in one hand, and began to stroke his soft cock slowly and gently with one hand, rubbing the baby oil in thoroughly. With the other hand she moved the water spray up under his balls, and swept the stream from side to side over his hardening prick, adding this sensation to help stimulate her Master even more. Peter had trouble standing still as Pam stroked his penis. He wanted to have her very badly, but he knew that he must wait to see exactly how she would try to serve him as she tried to find the three pleasures he had never experienced. As soon as Mr. Stone's cock was fully erect, Pam began to kiss the head as she stroked the shaft with her hand. She stopped only long enough to put the shower head back on its bracket, then she knelt before her teacher and began kissing and licking his prick until it was pulsing with need. Then Pam took the whole hard shaft in her mouth and swallowed to pull the head down into her throat. She worked the underside of Mr. Stone's cock over with her tongue until she had brought him to the point of pleasure that he could not think, just respond to the stimulation she was giving him. His hips began to move instinctively with the in and out thrust that was programmed into his male genes. Pam sucked on his prick as he pumped it in and out of her mouth just like it was her hot, juicy pussy. Pam was very excited because the feel of Peter's hard dick in her mouth was very satisfying and brought her much more pleasure than she had expected. He was doing nothing to please her, yet the fact that she had excited her Master beyond rational thought and brought him so much pleasure he was fucking her mouth with pure animal lust made Pam all warm and happy inside. Her teacher's hips began to move faster and faster. She had to control her self so that she was able to breathe and did not panic from how big his cock felt in her mouth and throat. It was the first time she had taken a dick in her mouth, and Pam was grateful she had given Mr. Stone a few good cums because she felt a nagging fear in the back of her mind that the volume of semen he had shot into her hungry pussy the first time he fucked her might have made her drown if it all had come spurting into her mouth. Pam was a little afraid of what it would feel like and what it would taste like when her Master did finally cum in her mouth, but she knew that this was the logical first step of her quest to find the three pleasures Mr. Stone had never felt before. She knew that almost all men loved to have their cock sucked, and that a lot of women would not do it, or at least would not let the man cum in her mouth. Pam wanted to show her Master that she was serious about taking her punishment and making the most of the experience. She wanted to prove to Mr. Stone right away that she could make him feel more pleasure than any woman ever had before. She knew the best way to do that was to find the things other women had refused to do to please him, and then to learn to do the things he craved better than he had imagined they could be. She promised herself that she would do those things eagerly even if it was just for his pleasure. She knew now how much satisfaction she got from making him feel good, and besides, she knew that as much as he loved to make her cum, she would be well taken care of. By giving him everything he ever wanted and by doing those things cheerfully and well, she was sure she would guarantee herself all the sex she needed. Pam thought it might be an unrealistic hope, but she realized that she really wanted to be so good for him that her Master could not help falling in love with his sex slave. The girl wondered as she sucked just a little harder and moved her tongue just a little faster on the rock hard prick in her mouth if it was permitted for a slave girl to want to make her Master fall in love. She decided never to talk about her desire until she had pleasured him so completely that Peter could not help falling in love with her. When he needed her as badly as she needed him Pam was sure he would realize he loved her as much as he needed the pleasure and release her body gave him. Pam dreamed that one day her Master would whisper his love for her, and that though she continued to serve him in all things, they would secretly know they were much more than just Master and slave. They would know they were truly lovers. Pam knew it would be a secret she could never share, but she ached to know he really loved her. Now she was aware that Mr. Stone was trying to pull his cock out of her mouth, but Pam did not want to let him calm down enough to think, so she locked her arms tight around his hips, and kept the throbbing prick deep inside her mouth. The girl started sucking and licking her Master's aching dick even harder and faster so that he would not be able to keep himself from shooting his load in her mouth. Pam was a little surprised at her reaction, but sucking his cock felt so good to her, she was not going to argue with the pleasure she felt just because a lot of other women couldn't get past the idea it was "dirty" or "slutty". Pam knew she was a woman who needed lots of sex. She craved being fucked hard and deep several times every day. She knew she would only want one man, but she wanted him deep inside her as often as she could get him hard enough to ram his dick into her. If that made her a slut, then it was too damn bad. That was what she wanted and what she needed. If it meant the pain of her need would go away, she would gladly let the whole sick world call her a slut, and she would happily try to be the hottest, wettest and best slut her Master had ever owned. So Pam concentrated on feeling every touch of his skin against her, the pleasure of his hands working over her breasts or pinching and playing with her fully erect nipples, but mostly, she concentrated on feeling the raw male power of her Master's body. The strength of his arms as he held her made her feel so safe and good, she would gladly do anything in the world to please him. As he became more and more aroused, he was no longer able to concentrate on making his hands work to give her pleasure, and Pam loved feeling him lock his big hands behind her head so that he could guide her into the exact type of motion he needed. Finally, he just held her head still, and rammed his jerking cock deep into her mouth just like he was fucking her pussy. Pam was so excited by the total response he was giving her that she stopped being able to move her fingers on his body. She stopped playing with his balls for fear passion would overcome her, and she would squeeze too hard again, so she grabbed Peter's ass and used the strength of her arms to show him it was all right to fuck her face as hard as he wanted to. The young girl was amazed at how easy it was to learn to do this for him. It was not that hard to control her gag reflex and take all of his shaft into her mouth and to swallow the head down into her throat. It was much easier to learn to breathe than she had expected, and the feeling of his hardness in her mouth was so satisfying to her. When his cock started pulsing and jerking it felt so good, and knowing that she had him wild with the pleasure she was giving him contributed to the good feelings inside her. Pam knew he was close to cumming in her mouth, and she only hoped she could swallow his cum. She almost panicked again at the thought of drowning on semen, but Pam was glad sucking her Master was making her feel so good, because right now, she didn't care about anything except making him cum in her mouth, swallowing every drop of his sperm, and not choking or getting sick. She worked her tongue even faster and sucked just a little harder to bring him to the point where he would not be able to stop. Pam felt the cheeks of his ass tighten suddenly, and she knew he was just about to cum in her mouth. Pam squeezed his ass in time to the sucking of her mouth and the tormenting and teasing of her little pink tongue on his throbbing cock head. She backed off a little so that she could shower all of her attention on the jerking head of Peter's prick. When she heard her Master growl and felt him lock his fingers into her hair, she knew he was past the point of no return. Her teacher began to jam his cock deeper and deeper into her throat and he fucked her wildly sucking mouth harder and harder. Passion overcame them both as Peter felt the cum start boiling up out of his aching balls and scalding the inside of his dick as his semen raced through. Pam squeezed her legs tight together so that her clit would be rubbed every time she rocked forward and back while she sucked and licked the bursting cock in her mouth. Pam felt the shaft swell as the sperm raced up his dick, and it felt better than ever as the twitching organ got even bigger and harder. The special feeling of softness on the outside, covering unbelievable hardness on the inside touched a place inside Pam that made the girl want to keep sucking her man's cock and never stop until he was totally dry and emptied of every drop of hot, sticky cum. The feelings that seemed to control her actions came from within, and the young beauty felt that this surely must be her female instincts taking over and guiding her because she had never even seen a naked prick until the first time Mr. Stone had taken her. But less than 24 hours later, she was sucking his big prick and loving every second of it. At least Pam thought of his prick as big because of how it filled her pussy so completely, but she had to admit that she had no basis for comparison since she had never seen another man naked. She did feel that she would be very reluctant to let a man with a cock larger than Mr. Stone's enter her tight little cunt, no matter how hot, wet and horny he made her! Even though Peter was doing his best to bury every inch of his pulsing penis in her throat, Pam backed off a little more so that when he started spurting his hot cream into her mouth, most of it would run down onto her tongue so that she could taste his sperm. Mr. Stone was barely able to think at all because his ward had him so excited. He was vaguely aware that she was trying to keep him from going as deep into her mouth with each thrust as he wanted, but he knew she had seemed to love taking him as deep as possible only a few short moments before. She was not acting like she was panicked, or had changed her mind about taking his load in her mouth, so Peter tried to ease up on the power of his thrusts. It seemed like she was working hard to make it good for him, so he let his ward take control. When the first jet of scalding cum shot out of his penis, Pam was shocked at the force behind the big glob of cum that spurted into her throat. She backed off even more, so that only the head was inside her lips, and then she sucked and licked it as hard and fast as she could with her tired, aching jaw and tongue muscles. Her flurry of stimulation was rewarded by another jet of liquid fire that spewed out onto her tongue. Pam was too busy sucking to savor the flavor, but she knew it was not something disgusting as all her girl friends had told her. She was enjoying sucking and swallowing every spurt of his load too much to analyze very much. It reminded her of caviar. It tasted a little salty and fishy, but nothing could taste bad enough to take away from the pleasure of feeling the hardness of her Master's cock against her tongue and the satisfaction of having all of him within her body. The feeling of his prick jerking and spurting in her mouth excited her tremendously, and she found she loved the feel of his scalding cream on her tongue. It felt slick and she could understand why some women thought of it as "slimy, but it made it feel even better to work over the head and shaft of the prick filling her mouth to have her tongue coated with his cum. Feeling spurt after spurt of his load fill her mouth and force her to suck and swallow, suck and swallow was giving her nearly as much pleasure as when Mr. Stone had fucked her horny pussy the very first time. Now, Pam felt like all that existed was the big cock shooting off in her mouth, her aching tongue and jaw muscles, and the empty, hungry feeling in her cunt. She wanted her Master to fill her as deep and hard as he could, but she knew that would have to wait until she had given him the total pleasure he deserved from her sucking mouth and licking tongue. Finally, the throbbing, spurting cock began to soften in her mouth, but she kept right on sucking and licking his prick until he was completely drained and his erection was completely gone. The feel of his limp dick was good too, Pam thought. It felt nice in her mouth and against her tongue, but the best thing about it was the knowledge that she had done something for her man that only a few women were willing, let alone eager to do. She knew she had brought her Master perfect pleasure, and that she had satisfied him completely. It felt good inside to know that she was more woman than he had ever had before. Of course she would never tell him she knew this to be true, because a slave girl does not say that kind of thing to her Master unless she has an uncontrollable desire for a good spanking or to be chained up and left to suffer her need without the relief of her Master's touch for several long, lonely, aching days. Pam realized it really didn't matter what had happened before. The reality was, Mr. Stone owned her and was strong enough to make her his slave in her heart as well as in law and in fact. The girl knew she was happier and had received more pleasure in her short time as a slave than she ever had felt in the rest of her life. Mr. Stone owned her, and kept her as his sex slave, but Pam knew he cared more for her more and treated her better than any boy friend she had ever had. The beautiful young girl also knew she was so hopelessly in love with her Master that she would want to serve him just as much even if he treated her badly. Her needy body told her that as long as he gave her plenty of sex, she would feel like all of her needs were met and that he treated her like a queen! Now both Master and slave girl were totally exhausted. Peter sank to his knees and gave his ward a long loving kiss as he held her tightly against his chest. He smiled at her and said, "We had better hurry, the hot water is starting to run out!" Pam laughed and said, "It would have been terrible if it had gone ice cold while you were cumming Master." Mr. Stone grinned and lifted the girl to her feet. They quickly finished rinsing off, and then they dried each other's bodies with thick, soft towels. Pam glowed with pleasure when her teacher showed her what he wanted her to wear to bed. It had to be the most beautiful gown she had ever seen. It was so sexy, Pam thought she felt herself getting wet all over again just from looking at it and imagining how much it would excite and please her teacher to see her wearing the filmy garment. As she put it on and felt it caress her body as she slid into it, she knew it would not be very long before she had to do something to make Mr. Stone want to rip it off her body and fuck her as hard as he could. This gown was completely different from the white silk he had put on her the first night. She liked to think of that gown as her wedding dress, and of their first night together as their honeymoon. She thought maybe Mr. Stone had similar thoughts when he choose the white silk gown for her. It was very innocent, yet very sexy because Pam thought (and Peter would have agreed) there is nothing quite as sexy as an innocent girl giving up her virginity willingly and eagerly to her husband on their wedding night. Pam knew that besides giving up her virginity, she had also lost her freedom and fallen hopelessly in love with the man who had enslaved her all at the same time. To the beautiful young girl, this was very appropriate and fit in well with wedding symbolism. This gown was something totallydifferent. It was black, with the top made of lace that barely concealed her breasts. The darker color of her nipples showed clearly through the lace that clung to the curves of her full breasts. Pam felt her nipples start to swell form the friction of the lace as she moved. She thought it was still early, though she had totally lost track of time while she was giving Mr. Stone the best blow job of his life, so she was shocked to see it was nearly ten. Peter kept smiling at her in a way she had not seen before, and Pam was starting to get uncomfortable because it seemed like he knew a secret and was teasing her about it. Finally the girl could not stand the suspense another minute, so she gracefully knelt at herMaster's feet. She looked up at him and said softly, "Master, was your girl's service adequate this morning?" Pam waited nervously and could hardly keep from squirming as she looked up at Mr. Stone. He kept grinning, and it seemed that he was having trouble keeping himself from laughing. Pam was about to burst into tears when she felt his strong hand caress her as Peter stroked her hair and looked down into her eyes. His expression changed, and his caring and compassion for her almost overwhelmed his ward. "Not adequate dear, it was exquisite." she heard her Master say. The word "not" stung her like the lash of a whip, and she did not really hear the rest of what he said as sobs shook her tiny body and her tears flowed in hot rivers down her cheeks. How could he be so cruel to look at her that way, and then tell her she had not been adequate when she had done her very best to please him. She had sucked his cock until her jaws were sore. She had taken every inch down her throat when he wanted that. She had let him fuck her face as hard as he wanted. She had licked his prick so good she had made him cum, and she had taken every drop of his load in her mouth. She had not gagged or complained. She had swallowed his semen just as fast as it pumped out of his jerking dick, and she kept right on sucking and licking until he was totally dry and his balls were empty. "How could a woman do any more for a man?", bitterly, she thought to herself. Pam knew she had done much more for her teacher than most women would do for their lover or husband. She could not understand how she could have failed to please him, especially when she had not even tried to take any pleasure herself. She had dedicated herself totally to pleasing him perfectly. Why was he treating her like this? Pam was hot inside from anger. She had trusted him to take care of her, and he had cum in her mouth and left her still suffering from unsatisfied need. She almost expected him to kick her away in disgust, so when he took her face very gently in his hands and made her look into his dark brown eyes, she could not keep herself from shivering with love and need for him. Pam felt that her slavery was especially cruel in that moment, for her Master would not even allow her to forget his power over her when she was hurt and angry. He showed her that she was powerless to resist him even when he treated her terribly. Then she was hearing his voice commanding her to listen and pay attention. It sounded like it was coming from far away, but she knew that all she could do was obey. Suddenly, Pam was able to focus on his words, and she started crying again, this time from happiness. Peter stroked the little blonde's hair while he held her close to him and quietly told her, "Your service was not adequate Pamela, it was extraordinary. You brought me more pleasure than I have ever received in my entire life, and on your first attempt, you discovered one of the three pleasures I had never experienced. You have been a perfect slave girl. You brought your Master perfect pleasure." Pam wiped her eyes and looked up gratefully at her Master. "Your girl thought her Master might be displeased with the service given him by his property. Your slave was feeling very proud of the quality of her work, and she was not able to detect Master's humor when she thought she might not have been completely pleasing.", the girl said softly. Peter was filled with wonderful feelings of pleasure, and so he smiled even more brightly at his lovely young ward. "Pamela, for giving such wonderful service to your Master, you will be rewarded this afternoon.", he said. "Is Master going to free his slave?", she asked breathlessly. "Do I look like a fool?", Peter laughed. Then more harshly, he said, "Haven't I told you the old saying, 'Only a fool would free a slave girl, and only a mad man would free a pleasure slave.' ?" Pan shivered at the sound of displeasure in his voice. "No, Master, but it sounds very wise and quite correct to your slave girl.", she heard her voice saying the words, but she couldn't believe it. It was not something she had done intentionally to butter him up, and then she realized that she had said the words because deep in her heart, she knew they were true. He would be a fool to free her, and he was definitely not a fool. Then an even more shocking revelation swept through her brain, she did not want to be freed. She wanted him to own her and use her body for his pleasure for the rest of their lives because she was happier now than she had ever been. She knew that she needed lots of sex to be truly content, and Pam realized that only a very strong man like Mr. Stone would be able to give her what she needed. Losing her freedom was a small matter she decided when compared to everything she gained by being his slave. First, she was not only free, but required to fully express her femininity and sexuality. Second, since her Master was a wise man, interested in getting the most from everything he owned, he listened to her like no man ever had. He wanted to know what she thought about, her beliefs, and how her mind worked. He wanted to understand her needs and fantasies so that he could get every bit of pleasure she could give him. He was very intelligent though, and so he knew that she could not give him everything she was capable of if she felt unhappy, unsatisfied, or ignored. Pam knew he really cared about her as well, but because he was truly her Master, he would never admit any of his motives were altruistic. Pam recognized that this was necessary for him to maintain his power over her and thus his ownership of her. To the beautiful young girl, the semantics were immaterial. She was getting all of her needs met wonderfully well. Who cared if it was because Mr. Stone owned her and was doing everything for selfish reasons? The reality that she was satisfied, well cared for and happy was so much more important. Let the rest of the women fool themselves into believing they did not need men to be happy. Pam knew she would be squirming on her bed in futility trying to calm the burning itch in her clit and the aching emptiness in her pussy if it were not for her Master. As is was, she had just finished giving him a blow job and had taken his load in her mouth. He had not done a thing to make her cum, but though she should be squirming with need, the fact that she had given him so much pleasure and made him cum all over her tongue, then sucked him dry and swallowed every drop, made her glow with pleasure and pride. She knew she needed to be fucked, but yet she felt satisfied and happy. She did not feel like her clit was going to drive her crazy from the burning itch of her need. She was secure in the knowledge that Mr. Stone would fuck her brains out as soon as he got hard again, and, Pam thought with a smile, from his past performance, she wouldn't have to wait very long. When he picked her up and carried her to the bed, Pam was hoping he would throw her down on the bed and take her very forcefully, but instead, he tucked her in and said, "Sleep now little slave girl. You will need all your strength to receive your reward."

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Bound to Please Chapter 9 When Pam woke up, she was delighted to feel Mr. Stone's strong arms around her. She wiggled her bottom back against him to let him know she was awake. She quickly remembered how badly she had needed him, but she had been exhausted, and had not said a thing when he told her to take a nap. Now she quickly regained the level of desire she had felt before sleep had temporarily quieted the itch in her clitoris, the empty feeling of need in her cunt, and the ache of her longing for his love that burned in her heart. Pam smiled as her Master's strong hands began to caress her body very, very gently. He was wonderful because he didn't just grab her tits and squeeze or jam his hand against her crotch. He started very slowly, touching her all over, but staying away from her primary erogenous zones until her whole mind and body were screaming for his touch in her most sensitive places. Because of this, when he did touch her, it felt so good, she wanted to beg him to fuck her forever. Because he was so good at getting her boiling hot, everything about sex with Mr. Stone was better than Pam had ever dreamed it could be. Her own fingers knew exactly where to touch, and how to touch herself, but even though it sometimes felt a little awkward when he went to work on her, he always brought her far greater relief and satisfaction than she could give herself, no matter whether he used his cock, his fingers, or his tongue to work over her clit. Pam stretched so she could press her ass tightly against his cock and judge how hard he was. She ended up squirming against the rock hard dick for several minutes because the feel of his hard-on excited her so much. Pam was enjoying the feel of his hands on her body, and the silky feel of the skirt and the slightly rough feel of the lace bodice of her gown. She could tell that Mr. Stone liked the feel of her silk covered ass rubbing against his cock, because his shaft got even harder and began to throb slowly. Pam felt very excited. She began to wonder how it was possible for Mr. Stone to excite her more every time he touched her and make her cum harder every time he forced her to orgasm for his pleasure. How could it be more satisfying every time?, she wondered. Wasn't there some kind of limit to how good it could possibly be? Pam hoped not. The first time had been better than she had imagined it could possibly be, but now she was eager to find out just how far her Master could take her, how fully he could develop her sensuality, and how fully he could satisfy her. Pam hoped it just kept getting better and better for both of them. She really wanted to be able to keep her teacher so aroused that he spent all his time thinking up ne ways to take her or trying out his ideas so that they would be making each other feel good all the time. Pam knew a slave girl could never fight with her Master or oppose his will in any way, but she thought that if married couples spent more time trying to make each other feel good by giving each other as much sex as was physically possible, then there would be no time for arguments or fights. She thought to herself, if I was married, I'd want a man just like Peter who would keep my legs spread all the time. Then she realized she must keep herself from thinking about Mr. Stone by his first name because she was not his wife, she was his sex slave. Being lax in her self discipline was very dangerous because it could so easily lead to a verbal slip that would get her a good spanking, or worse, a day or more without the comfort and satisfaction of having her Master fuck her brains out. As soon as she had her unruly mind firmly under control, Pam brought her attention back to the hard dick pressing against her ass. Mr. Stone did not seem to be in a hurry to bury his throbbing prick in her pussy, and Pam was so wet from the feel of his body against her that she was sure she must be making a big wet spot on the sheet from the juices that spilled out of her horny cunt and ran down her thigh and back into the crack of her ass. She felt even hornier as she thought about how wet and ready to be fucked she was just from feeling his chest pressed against her back and his cock rubbing against her bottom. Then Mr. Stone did something that shocked the beautiful young girl. Quietly he said, "For your reward for giving me so much pleasure this morning, I want you to tell me exactly what to do to bring you the most pleasure when I touch you. As a special bonus for finding one of the three pleasure I had never experienced on your first try, I will allow you to command me while I am giving you pleasure. For a brief time, you do not have to observe the forms and constraints of a slave girl." Pam was not sure if this was a test, but it really didn't matter anyway because she knew now that it was impossible to change what she was in reality by pretending to be something else. She smiled shyly and turned to face her lover. "Master, your girl desires nothing more than to be your slave and to be allowed the honor of touching her Master's body and bringing him pleasure. If Master will allow his slave to guide his touches slightly, Master will be more pleased with the response, service and pleasure his property is able to give." Pam hoped she had said the right thing, because her need for him was becoming painful, and she knew she couldn't stand it if he decided to deny her the sexual release she needed so badly as punishment. She almost sighed with relief when she saw the look of pleasure on his face, watched his eyes light up with his happiness, and felt the lust of his gaze as his eyes caressed and then devoured her aroused body. "That will be acceptable to your Master, girl.", he said. "Feel free to guide me. But as your Master, I command you to show me all your secret places and tell me all your secret desires." Pam laughed and said, I will tell you my secret desires first, because when I show you my sensitive places and how I like them touched, I won't be able to talk or do anything except squirm, and cum, and scream." Peter laughed, and his smile helped Pam relax. He was her Master, but he wanted to know her and understand her. Pam did not care if it was motivated by a selfish desire to get every possible bit of pleasure out of her body or something else. The fact was, he cared enough about her to listen to her and to want to know all about her. "This is going to sound funny, but I never though much about sex until you showed me how good it was. I never recognized that the thing that was making me so cross and difficult to get along with was my sexual frustration. I just never had the feelings I have now before you touched me for the first time. There was no way for me to know that I felt bad because of unsatisfied need, because I had no idea I needed sex. I just knew I felt unhappy, and I wanted everyone to know. I guess I hoped someone would know what was wrong and help me. I think that is why I gave my parents so much hell, because I thought that surely they would know what was wrong and be able to help. As it turns out, you recognized what was wrong with me, and they did help by making me your ward. Because I never knew I had needs, I have not had time to develop fantasies or think of things I want to try. I only know what you have taught me, so I don't even know all the possibilities yet. All I know is that now, all I think about is what to do to make you feel so good you won't be interested in doing anything except making love to me in all of the ways you can think of, and as many times a day as possible." The way Mr. Stone laughed when she confessed that she had become a slut who only thought about how to get him hot enough that she would end up getting laid as often as possible helped Pam relax even more. She knew now that it was possible to be his total slave, but still have an intelligent conversation with her Master. She felt more respect for his intelligence than before because he was not interested in abusing her in any way. He simply wished to own her and give them both the maximum amount of pleasure. He was using his intelligence, knowledge, and experience to make their potential to satisfy each other a reality. Pam realized that she was cared for much more than most wives because her Master dedicated all of himself to their relationship, and allowed no distractions. The irony was incredible, but Pam realized in that moment that she would never want any other kind of relationship again. Mr. Stone might tire of her and give her away or sell her, but she knew deep inside that she would never be truly happy if she was not owned by a strong Master. She also realized that her desire to be Peter's wife was not impossible to attain, nor was it an inappropriate desire for a slave girl. Pam knew that if she proved to her Master over a long period of time that she was woman enough to meet all of his needs, and could satisfy all of his desires, he might make her his wife, yet this would not be the same kind of marriage that people rushed into and then ended in divorce. It would be an acknowledgement by them both that she was his slave for life. On his part, he would be telling her that her service was acceptable and that he desired no other slave. On her part, it would be a sign of her agreement that her slavery was a true reflection of her nature and that she knew her true place was serving his pleasure with every bit of her mind andbody. Pam could not have told anyone why she knew these things, but deep in her heart, she knew that if they did get married, it would be a true life time commitment for them both. Pam said, "Most of the time I think about how good it feels to have you touch me, and especially to have you deep inside me. A lot of the time, I think about how long it will be before I can have you again. Sometimes I think about how you will take me when you have me again. I try to imagine what you will do to me, what you will want me to do for you, and how each of those things will feel." Pam moved a little so she could feel his chest against her back and the hardness of his cock as it pressed against her ass. It felt good to be held and cuddled by his strong arms, and the girl thought that perhaps they had reached a new level in their relationship. It was strange how fast things had moved, she realized. Only a short time ago she had looked at Mr. Stone as a evil man who had bought her from her parents. He had seemed a kidnapper, a child molester, a pervert, and a "dirty old man" to her young eyes until he had forced her to feel the power of his body and made her yield herself to him. From shortly after he had brought her to orgasm the first time, something had been growing in her heart. First there was respect, then total slavery, and now Pam was sure she felt complete and total love for her teacher and Master. He was definitely her lover, and she hoped that someday he would be her husband. Peter smiled as he listened to her and felt the warmth of her body and the softness of her skin. She was a real treasure and exactly the kind of woman he had been looking for all of his life. He did not know where this thing was going, but as he felt his cock get even harder from rubbing against the silky skin of her ass, he began to wonder if he was falling in love for the first time in his life. He told himself it was just very powerful lust, and to wait to see how the relationship would grow and mature before he let his heart become involved. After all, she was very young, and she might tire of him by the time she was in her mid twenties. He planned to keep fit so that he could maintain the vigor of his body, but one never knew what might happen to one's health. He knew that she gave him the best sex of his entire life, and he had already decided that if it took an implant to allow him to meet her needs, he would do that or anything else he could to enjoy the pleasure her body gave him for as many years as possible. "Pamela, show me exactly where and how you like to be touched.", he said in a low, husky voice. "It is a little embarrassing for me, but I think that is because this is all so new to me. I have gone from having no sexual thoughts at all to having all my needs met instantly. I haven't had the time to lie in bed, alone and horny to dream or fantasize. All I can do is let you play with my body in the ways you can imagine, and then guide you to the center of the target if your first touch is on the outside edge. We can explore my body together and find out what makes me respond in ways that are most pleasing to you, Master, and give your slave girl the most satisfaction. If that will suit my Master's purposes, I can show you how I would like you to start working me over." Pam shivered a little inside, thinking about how careful she should be when she talked to Mr. Stone, but he seemed happy with her answer, and quietly he told her, "Dear, you do not have to observe proper forms of address for a little while. I want to learn more about you, how you think, what arouses you, and what feels best to you. Do not worry about making an error that will get you punished. Your Master has commanded you to reveal things about yourself. As long as you are following those instructions completely and honestly, you will not be punished for some minor slip of the tongue. If you truly feel the need to call me 'Master', you may do so because I never want to prevent your true nature and deepest feelings from being expressed, but it is not required at this time. I will let you know very clearly when I expect you to start using the proper forms again." Pam sighed and said, "Thank you for being so kind Master. Your girl loves you for your caring and concern. Since I am only a slave girl in nature and in reality, I think it is important for me to try to remember the fact that I am owned at all times. I can not easily adjust to changes in my status and I really need you to clearly set your expectations for me because I truly desire to please you at all times. I know this is supposed to be a reward for perfect service Master, but your slave will be sufficiently rewarded in knowing her Master cares for her enough to want to learn everything about her body and her thoughts. Knowing my Master cares for me enough to want to use me fully to the very limit of my capabilities to respond and feel pleasure is a rich reward indeed. Indeed, the fact that bringing total pleasure to my body is something that pleases and satisfies my Master is very exciting and arousing to your sex slave." Peter began to rub against her bottom a little more and he brought his hands around in front of her and he began to cup her breasts. "That's just right.", she said. "It feels best when you start working me over very slowly and gently. My body seems to need a little time to adjust before I start to respond." The feel of Mr. Stone's strong hands gently cupping her breasts began to bring on all the feelings Pam had come to expect and love every time he touched her. She felt her heart start beating faster, and she felt hot all over. She could already feel the moisture starting to form on the lining of her vagina as her body prepared itself to be filled with hard cock. Pam felt a little dizzy, and she knew her mind was not working the way it usually did. She felt warm and dreamy and weak. Her response grew stronger now, and she began to feel like her legs would not hold her and her knees would turn to jello if she tried to stand up.

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Deep inside Pam knew that she was experiencing a biological reaction that was part of the species survival adaptations. She was under the influence of the human female's instinctive mating response to the presence of a strong, dominant male. To ensure the propagation of the species, the female would lose all ability to run or resist when in the presence of a dominant male. This response prevented desirable females from refusing to mate with the dominant males. Today, this response is usually suppressed because females are encased in a shell of attitudes and beliefs that prevent the woman from responding at the biological or instinctive level. Pam knew that one of the results of her enslavement had been the destruction of that burdensome cocoon of inhibitions. Because she had learned that her pleasure, comfort, and even survival depended on pleasing her Master, she knew she could not afford to respond in the ways dictated by traditional cultural expectations. When she learned to behave in "survival mode" concentrating all of her intelligence, skill, and physical ability on pleasing her Master, her mind was freed from the mountain of garbage that had been piled on her by the media and her "friends" during her lifetime. Although on an intellectual level, she felt no one would choose to be a slave and owned by another person, Pam knew she was much happier and was having her needs taken care of much better as a slave girl than she ever had as a free woman. Pam knew that Mr. Stone wanted to measure the depth and power of her responses to him and so she completely eliminated all restraining thoughts so that her body would be totally free to feel and respond on a biological and instinctive level. Pam also knew that her Master enjoyed making her feel pleasure at a level that was so intense her mind often told her she could not possibly stand another second without going insane. Now Pam fought to drive all the fears from her mind and give her Master total control of her body. She knew that to really please him she must be able to respond to him so completely that her every moan of pleasure and every uncontrolled squirming of her hips would show her Master and herself how totally owned she was. Pam put her hands over Mr. Stone's and encouraged him to squeeze her breasts more firmly. As the nipples hardened from his touch, she felt like they were so swollen and full of blood that they would explode, but she also felt she could not stand it if he didn't start rolling the hard little buds between his thumb and finger that very second. She guided his left hand to her aching nipple and showed him just how to pinch it and play with the throbbing tip. He began to play with her left nipple as she had showed him, while he kept squeezing her right breast with a firm pressure and a slow rhythm that matched that of her writhing hips. Pam guided his right hand so that he was pinching and playing with both nipples at the same time. Now she knew she had to feel his hands touching her most sensitive places, so she guided his left hand back to the slow kneeding of the softness of her breast. When she had shown him the right pressure and rhythm, she guided his right hand down her squirming body. She showed him how she like to have his touch move slowly, but irresistibly toward the center of her sexuality. Her clit was already hard and itching and throbbing, but she wanted him to work toward it slowly so that she would explode with a very hard cum almost as soon as he touched her pleasure bud. She wanted to cum so hard that her orgasm would completely shut down her mind so that she could be a female animal in her mating frenzy. She wanted to abandon herself to him totally and cum and cum and cum until they both were physically exhausted. She wanted him to fill her empty cunt with the hardness of his cock and fuck her over and over and over again until they both were simply rutting animals. She thought people only joked about screwing each other's brains out, but Pam knew somehow this was a milestone she must pass in order to be her Master's perfect slave and her lover's perfect mate. Peter enjoyed having the girl teach him about her body, and the feel of her responses to his touch excited and pleased him. The power and depth of her responses both aroused and satisfied him. Knowing he could make her need to be fucked so badly made his prick get even harder as it rubbed against the silky skin of her slowly squirming ass. The feelings of male pride and power his lovely young ward gave him brought out all of his deepest male instincts. He wanted to fuck her, and fuck her hard. He wanted to bury his aching, twitching cock as deep in the hot softness of her tight, juicy cunt as was physically possible. He wanted to establish his complete conquest of her by making her cum and cum and cum until she was a female animal writhing and orgasming in her mating frenzy. He wanted to make her feel pleasure spasms when she came that made her feel her body was being ripped apart, but he wanted to possess her so totally that she wanted only to keep on fucking him as long as he had a hard-on to ram into her hungry pussy and would take him as deep and hard as he could give it to her, begging him for more until he had no more hot cream to shoot into her starving cunt or strength to move. Peter Stone also felt something else at the same time. He was well down the road to having the blood drain from his brain to harden his rock hard dick even more, but he realized he wanted to care for and protect Pamela. Her smallness and her softness made him feel incredibly tender toward her, but he also realized that she was a woman, and needed him to take her powerfully in order to respond fully to him. He realized that it would be easy for a man to become confused and only express the tender and protective instincts that his mate awakened when she gave herself fully to her man. Peter saw that this was the mistake most men made which left their woman feeling restless and unfulfilled from misguided responses to their woman's "Please be gentle." He saw that to be satisfied and fulfilled, a woman had to be brought to the animal, instinctive level of response. Of course there were some variations, but he thought that in the huge majority of cases, a woman needed to be fucked hard until she could hardly fuck but made to want it still until her man could not move at all before she felt fully satisfied because she felt safe and protected, fully confident in the power of her mate to defend her. Peter thought that the sexual experience probably started going down hill for the human race when women no longer had to fear the tiger in the night or starvation if she failed to satisfy her man. When he put her out of his bed and withdrew his protection, it had meant certain death. When technology removed the certainty of death from that equation, it undermined the woman's respect for her man because she no longer saw daily evidence of her need for protection or her mate's ability to provide that protection. Peter believed all men and women had come to suffer because of the technology that allowed "civilizations" and safety. Without the "survival need", a woman could not experience the full response nature had designed into her body. This diminished response decreased her enjoyment so that the animal pleasure of the mating act itself was forgotten. He saw how this had led to the view of men as "inferior" most women seemed to share today. He also believed this accounted for most women's attitude that sex was not very satisfying and it was always the man's fault. Peter thought his experiment with Pamela was validating his speculations quite thoroughly. He had used slavery as a tool to reduce her to a survival level. He had made her believe her life depended on pleasing him. She had responded by falling in love with him because he became stronger in her eyes than she had believed a man could be. This elevated him to a status with her that allowed him to begin to unlock her deepest emotions and elicit her instinctive and biological sexual responses. Of course the level of pleasure he gave her because of this only strengthened her response to him, and Peter found himself in the pleasant position of being able to excite her more powerfully every time he touched her. Since he was able to arouse her fully, he was also able to satisfy her fully. Peter wondered if there was some physical limit to this cycle, but the excitement and enjoyment was growing for him too, and he hoped it would just keep getting better every time. Now he began to work on the satin smooth skin of her inner thighs. As he touched her there and on her belly, her legs seemed to drift apart as if they were floating. It was not that she moved to allow him access to her most secret places, but that her body took over and presented itself to his touch without a conscious movement on her part. Pam felt his big hand cupping her whole mound, and the strength and warmth of his hand made her squirm even more so she would be rubbing her clit against the hardness of his hand. The feel of the hardness of his cock as it rubbed against her bottom made her want his prick deep in her wet pussy even more badly. One time the head slipped down and pressed against the opening of her vagina. She was so wet that the head and first three inches of his hard shaft were coated with her lubrication in just a few seconds of contact. When she squirmed more from the feel of his stiff dick pressing against the opening of her cunt, the head slipped up into the crack between her tight little ass cheeks. Pam smiled when she heard her teacher gasp with pleasure from the feel of his cock head slipping between her bottom cheeks. She knew very little about sex she realized, but she had heard some girls spreading rumors that guys all wanted to cum in your mouth and stick their cock up your ass. She had loved the feel of his hard prick exploding in her mouth and the boiling hot cream spurting out of the jerking cock, spewing to the back of her throat, filling her mouth, and dripping onto her licking tongue. She knew this was something she would want to do again and again because it pleased him so much. Besides that though, she had really loved the way it felt. Now she wondered what it would feel like to take his hard shaft all the way up her tiny little ass hole. She wiggled a little more so that the slippery head pressed firmly against the opening of her ass. She concentrated on the feeling it gave her, and she filed it away in the back of her mind that she liked the feeling so far. She relaxed the ring of muscle and wiggled a little more so that the head of his cock began to wedge open the sphincter very gradually. Pam focused on breathing evenly and keeping the muscle relaxed so that her Master could ease his dick into her ass if he wanted her that way. She was very surprised that it felt good to her. She had expected it to hurt like a trip to the gynecologist, but instead, she felt thrilled that she could take her Master into the warmth and softness of her body in yet another way. "Pamela, are you afraid?", she heard him whisper in her ear. "No Master. If this will feel good to you and bring you pleasure, then I want to do it. I want to take your cock inside my body in every way possible. Having you fill my ass with your hard prick feels almost as good as it does when you fill up my empty pussy." "We need to be very careful when we do this so that we don't do anything that will hurt you or make you sick. I think we should use a little extra lubrication to make sure it doesn't make you sorry later." Peter reached into the nightstand drawer and brought out a tube of K-Y Jelly. Carefully, he pulled back his cock from her quivering ass hole and coated the throbbing head and shaft with the clear, slippery stuff. Working together, they got the head of his prick to slip inside the ring of muscle. Now Pamela knew there would be no turning back. He was already pushing deeper and deeper into her, and there was no doubt that she was going to get fucked in the ass. Pam kept concentrating on her breathing and the good feel of having another opening of her body stretched wide to take in his hard cock. Peter used an antiseptic towel to wipe his hands clean, and then he carefully spread her legs and began to play with her labia, teasing her and stroking her with his fingers. He kept touching her just enough to keep her hot, but he seemed to flirt with touching her clitoris so that in spite of the good feel of having him fill her body with his hard dick, she wanted to feel him make her cum by ramming his fingers in her dripping pussy and stroking her itching clit. He seemed to be using his hands to guide her body back onto his stiff prick though, and Pam knew she would have to wait until he decided exactly how he wanted to use her today. Pam was feeling hotter and hotter, and more and more frustrated as Mr. Stone slowly eased his rock hard shaft into her bottom. After what seemed like hours to the aroused girl, he had begun a slow thrusting that pushed about half of his dick into her and then slowly drew back until just the head was still buried in her ass hole. Now his hips seemed to go on "automatic" and the slow, regular thrusts seemed to fill her a little more each time he pressed into her. His body seemed able to maintain the pattern now, and he began playing with her breasts again. It was only a short time before his right hand strayed down to her belly and began teasing her there again. Finally, his fingers were touching her labia again and Pam hoped he knew how badly she wanted to feel two fingers in her pussy, slowly thrusting deeper and deeper into her wet cunt in time with the hard cock pumping deeper and deeper into her virgin ass. Almost as if he read her mind, Pam felt him begin to run a finger in circles around the edges of her pussy opening. As the finger moved around the rim, it became coated with her slippery juices and the wetter the finger got, the better it felt to the little blonde. It was almost impossible for her to keep from squirming wildly from his touch, but she knew she needed to be careful not to move too much while his cock was only part of the way inside her. Then Pam felt his left hand squeeze one of her breasts hard, and she gasped with pleasure as she felt two fingers of his right hand slip deep inside her. She thought his steely prick would have felt even better, but as the fingers began to smoothly slide in and out of her starving pussy, they began to take away the aching, empty feeling. Pam couldn't help squirming now, as the feel of the fingers thrusting in and out of her hot cunt began to bring her up to full arousal. She was a little worried that she would hurt her Master, but she could not help herself, she had to move her hips from the feel of what he was doing to her. She was pleased that her wiggling was not hurting him, and she heard him groan with pleasure as her writhing forced his cock even deeper into her ass. She could feel that he was almost all the way inside her now, and she wanted to have all of him in her so badly that she thrust her hips back against him so that the last inch was forced inside her. Pam was thrilled that she was able to take every inch of his hard-on in her ass. She knew most women wouldn't even try this, but she was feeling wonderful from having her body filled with her lover's fingers in her cunt and his cock in her ass all at the same time. Then Pam jumped when she felt the fingers of his left hand stop squeezing her tits and start working over her clit. He was moving one finger in a little circle while he lightly pressed down on her hard little pleasure bud. Then he began to move the left hand in quick little strokes that made her clit jump when his finger touched her and made her whole body tense up with anticipation, until he touched her again. Pam could feel herself slipping closer and closer to orgasm from the maddening flicking of his finger on her swollen, twitching clit. She knew that in a matter of seconds she would be at the place she both loved and hated where her orgasm would be so close she would feel like she could reach out and touch it, yet it would seem to be just beyond her grasp. She would reach out over a bottomless chasm trying touch it, a cloud on the other side, and then he would hold her there in terrible torment for what seemed like five eternities. When he was finally ready and wanted to see her cum, there would be a puff of a breeze, and she would reach out just a little further, far enough to finally touch the cloud. Then, the cloud would surround her, and she would be falling forever into the bottomless canyon. She was nearly there, and then, it felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped on her. He had pulled the fingers out of her pussy. She almost started to cry, but then she felt him ram two fingers of his left hand deep inside her cunt. He was pumping the fingers into her very hard so that his palm crushed her clit with every stroke. Pam had almost relaxed and let her hips move with the stroke of his fingers in her pussy when he began making little circles on the inside of her parted lips with two fingers of his right hand. They were coated with her pussy juice, and Pam could smell her own scent very strongly. She could not close her mouth because he was making her moan and gasp from the way he was jamming his fingers into her cunt. The way he was thrusting his cock into her ass was making her squirm and pant so that she had to breathe through her mouth to keep enough air going to her lungs. Then he whispered in her ear, "Lick my fingers and taste your pussy juice." Pam did not hesitate, she obeyed her Master's command instantly. Her little pink tongue began to lick her juices off his fingers. It tasted a little salty, but it didn't taste bad at all. She could hardly wait to feel his tongue on her clit, and she was glad to know it didn't taste bad. The smell had made her afraid she would taste too bad for him to want to eat her pussy. Now she knew it was only a matter of waiting for him to want to do that to her. The way he reacted to her tongue on his cock had made her anxious to feel him lick her clit and ram his tongue into her pussy. Pam began to feel her senses were being overloaded. He was thrusting his cock harder and faster into her tender ass with every stroke, he was pumping two fingers of his left hand into her pussy, and now he began to move two fingers of his right hand in and out of her mouth, with just the rhythm he had used when he had fucked her face. She licked and sucked his fingers, tasting the last remnants of her pussy juice as he pumped the digits in and out of her mouth. Finally, Pam felt herself start to cum. She was surprised it had sneaked up on her, and that Mr. Stone had not tortured her by making her wait for it. She came hard from the feel of him in all her body openings at the same time. Her clit was exploding, sending spasms through her uterus and making her pussy muscles grab tightly on his pumping fingers. Then, she felt his cock swell even bigger in her ass. When his cream spurted out into her burning bottom, she could not believe how good it felt. He seemed to cum and cum and cum. It was as if there was no end to the load she was draining from his balls. Pam squirmed back against him to get his cock as deep inside her ass as possible. The feel of his hot semen spewing up inside her rectum was incredible. She wallowed in the sensation of knowing that she had taken all her Master had to give her and that she had loved every inch of it. Her clit started jerking again, and she humped urgently against his hand, hoping to bring herself off one more time. Her Master was still cumming deep inside her, and he had become the same kind of wildly fucking animal he forced her to be every time he touched her. She knew he could not hear her pleas to fuck her pussy harder with his fingers, and he probably could not even see. He was completely consumed with the ecstasy of cumming in her ass. Just when she was thinking of slipping her own hands down to stroke her clit, Mr. Stone brought his right hand down to her burning pleasure center and began flicking her clit so fast it sent her into an even more intense orgasm before she was aware she was going to cum again. Pam couldn't believe how good he always could make her feel and how much harder she came even when he did exactly the same things to her that she would do to herself. She knew it would be pretty pointless for her to ever try masturbating again because he took care of her needs so much better than she could take care of them by herself. Finally she felt his cock stop jerking and spurting inside her and the last twinges of her own orgasm had stopped ripping through her body. She was exhausted from the awkward position he had kept her in and the excitement of giving up her last "cherry" had worn her out too. Pam was sorry she would not have any part of her body he had not used before after today, but as she turned to kiss him and thank him for her pleasure, Pam saw that he was looking at her so lovingly, his feelings for her could not be denied or hidden, and she knew she did not need to give up a "cherry" to please him. He smiled warmly at her and said, "You just discovered the second pleasure I had never experienced." Pam felt suddenly shy, and she looked down at the bed and said, "Master, your slave girl is grateful she could be the one to give you a new pleasure. Your property hopes her services were satisfactory to her Master." "Don't worry, little one." he whispered. "Your services were very satisfactory to your Master." Pam's heart was singing as she went to sleep wrapped in her Master's arms. He loved her! The girl slept and dreamed of a day when he would carry her away to a tropical island paradise. She dreamed of a wedding with flowers every where, and she saw herself in a lace and silk gown standing close beside Peter as he slipped a ring on her finger and then bent to kiss her softly, but with a very thinly veiled passion that made Pam happy deep in her heart. She loved the thought that her Master and husband wanted her so powerfully and so often.

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Bound to Please Chapter 11 Pam thought she must be dreaming about their honeymoon but the feelings were so real, she couldn't believe it was only a dream. She thought she remembered Mr. Stone waking her after she had slept for a short time. He had carried her to the bathroom and put her in the tub. The water was hot, just the way she liked it, and he had added a fragrant bubbling bath oil to the water so that it felt like silk against her skin. The hot water soothed her sore muscles, and made her feel clean and feminine. The working over he had given her had been wonderful, but it had left her sticky, sweaty, smelly, and generally feeling undesirable. She was aware that her teacher had showered before he woke her. He had put on cologne that she really liked, and he smelled good as he watched her bathe and helped her wash her back. When she was done with her bath, Mr. Stone shocked her by drying her whole body very thoroughly but very gently. Pam thought it would have been more proper for her Master to have commanded his slave girl to shower first, then bathe him and dry his body. The luxury of having her Master serve her in this way was almost overwhelming. Pam realized that she must not let herself draw conclusions from this behavior. It had no meaning other than the fact that it pleased her Master at that moment to dry her body. Pam also realized that he might have a reason he did not care to share with his sex slave. He might want to inspect her body for some reason. He might want to find out if he needed to adjust her calorie intake or her exercise program. He might want to be sure her body had not been injured during the ass fucking he had given her. Whatever his reason, he was her Master and her owner. He could do with her exactly as he pleased. Pam felt wonderful after her bath. "I thought we would both sleep better after a bath, dear.", he said. Then he rubbed lotion scented with her favorite perfume into the skin of her legs, arms and back. She felt wonderfully loved, cared for and pampered. She thought her Master should really get a servant to take care of such things, but when his strong hands began rubbing the lotion on her breasts and belly, she hoped he never would stop doing this himself. The lotion made it feel very different when he played with her nipples, and she liked the feel of the way it made the nipple slide between his thumb and finger. She was amazed that he wanted her again, but after only a few seconds of his touch, Pam knew she wanted him to take her again very, very badly. She knew there was no correct frequency for sex, and she reminded herself that now that she knew herself for the first time, it was very fortunate that Mr. Stone was a man with a voracious sexual appetite. She realized how unhappy she would be with a man who only wanted her once a day, and she shuddered when she thought of the torture her horny little body would have to endure if she were paired with a man who only wanted her once or twice a week. Yes, fate did have a way of taking care of things, she thought to herself. She would never have dreamed that her teacher was such a horny man, and the concept of him as a "stud" would have been laughable to her only a few days ago. He had forced her to admit even to herself, that he was exactly the man she needed. She had not even realized that she herself was a horny little slut who had trouble getting enough hard cock rammed into the soft wetness of her hungry cunt to keep her satisfied. She had to laugh at that, her body was so sexually needy that it would be more accurate to say that for a half hour after orgasm, she was satisfied. After that, she was in various stages of need and heat from a mild empty feeling in her pussy, a vague longing to be filled with rock hard prick, and a little tingle or itch in her clit; all the way to physical pain that suggested to her the withdrawl pain of a junkie who had gone too long without a fix. Pam just let her mind go blank at that point and let her body respond to her lover's touch. She knew she needed him, but she also knew that her Master would use her body in whatever way pleased him at the moment. She hoped he would eat her pussy for a long, long time. After he had made her cum at least ten times from his licking, probing tongue, she hoped that he would fill her empty cunt with his steel hard cock and fuck her really hard, making her cum another ten times before he filled her starving pussy with his hot cream. Peter Stone had become tuned to his pleasure slave's thoughts, desires, and needs. He realized that one of the best ways to keep his beautiful young ward totally enslaved was to satisfy her so completely that she could not imagine another man even coming close to giving her what she needed. He was determined to give her a fucking she would never forget each and every time that he took her. He wanted her to feel that sex with her Master would just keep getting better and better. He wanted her to be eager to take his cock into the softness and heat of her body, and he wanted her so addicted to the pleasure he gave her that she would constantly crave his touch. Peter thought that in this way, she would never dream of being without him. She would not want to be far from her "fix", and she would be too afraid of the withdrawl pain to ever try to leave him. This of course was the "worst case". What he really wanted, and what he was getting, was her deepest love. If he could have read Pam's mind, he would have known that her need was so intense and the satisfaction he gave her was so complete that she couldn't stop herself from loving him even if she had wanted to. As it was, her new life, even as a slave, was so much more exciting and satisfying than that of the virginal, bitchy, rich school girl she had been, that she would have voluntarily given up her freedom to be this happy, if he had been foolish enough to give her any choice in the matter. Peter was getting more and more excited as he touched her and played with her beautiful little body. He could already tell that she was hot and wet inside, and he wanted to sink his cock deep inside her and let it just soak in her passion drenched pleasure channel. He wanted to do something new that would bring her to a level of heat she had never experienced before so that he could bring her to the most satisfying and all consuming orgasm she had ever had. Now he moved his hands over her full, ripe breasts very slowly, squeezing the soft, yielding mounds more firmly, so that he made her moan loudly. When he rolled her nipples between his thumb and finger, she would gasp , and her hips would writhe in little circles in a way that was almost too sexy for him to resist. He realized that Pam was one of the most highly adapted women in her ability to excite a male and ensure that he could not rest until he had mated with her and filled her with his seed. Peter was very sure that in primitive times Pam would have reproduced prolifically and passed on her wonderful genetic heritage to many offspring. In rasing her girl children, he felt sure the little blonde would have given them nothing but positive messages about sex and the joy of squirming in passion under a man while he filled his woman's body with every inch of his hard cock. Peter did not really want to take on the work of raising children. He wanted the time and the peace and quiet of a life alone with Pamela so that they could love each other as fully and perfectly as the both desired. He knew children would make it nearly impossible for them to enjoy each other in the way they did now. Sometimes he felt a little guilty because Pam's if Pam's genes were not passed on, there would be that many fewer real women in the world for the real men of the next generation to enjoy and treasure. Sometimes Peter felt like it might be his biological duty to impregnate Pamela as often as physically possible so that they could give the world a dozen daughters with the potential to be the perfect mate for some lucky man, just the way Pamela was perfect for him. The thought of his darling's incredibly tight pussy being stretched by a baby's head during childbirth made Peter shudder though, and he hoped his beautiful mate would be content to give all her love to him and that all her biological instincts would remain centered on the sex act and the giving and taking of sexual pleasure rather than procreational urges. Peter knew it was going to be all he could do to keep control of himself. The movements of her slender body and the soft passion sounds she made all burned in his brain and excited all of his senses. She sounded so helpless, so hot, and so in need of the relief and satisfaction that only he could give her, that he wanted to ram his throbbing cock deep inside her dripping cunt until he had made her cum and cum and cum so much that he couldn't hold back any more. He realized that the perfection of the evolution of her species survival traits lay in her ability to make him want to cream her hungry pussy more than he wanted to experience the pleasure of her body, more than he wanted anything, maybe even more than life itself. He fought to control those instinctive reactions of his male body to the enticements of her body to mate. He did not want her perfect body spoiled by bearing children. He wanted her as tight and hot as she was right now. He knew birth control was completely taken care of, but he knew that on the biological level, these response would allow her to drain his balls before he had experienced the full pleasure she could give him. He knew too that he could not give her the kind of mind searing pleasure he desired to make her feel if he allowed his body to respond on a biological level to her until the very end of their love making. Only then could he let himself become a male animal and give himself up to the mating frenzy that would give her the mind shattering orgasm he desired so badly for her while he was filling her convulsing pussy with his spurting, boiling cum.

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By Rebecca D.

Peter bent down and sucked her nipple between his lips. He began to lick the hard little bud with the tip of his tongue, and then he started sucking on it. Pam was amazed at how good it felt deep in her womb when Mr. Stone began to suck her nipples. He worked on one for a few minutes, then moved to the other one, so that both breasts were being squeezed and both nipples were being sucked so well that all she could think about was shoving more and more of each tit into his mouth and making him so hot he would suck and squeeze her boobs really hard. She could sense that his control was very tenuous, and something inside her made feeling his burning load spurting deep inside her cunt become an aching need. She began moving her hips almost wildly as she tried to rotate under him and capture his cock with the mouth of her hungry pussy. She felt so much frustration she almost began to cry because he kept moving away from the velvet heat of her dripping vagina, and she could not contain his shaft inside herself. Then before she could grab him and pull his body to hers, he turned so that he could hold her labia open and look at her clit and the opening of her pussy as he played with her. He used his fingers to heat her more, and drive her wild to feel something inside her cunt. She wanted at least two fingers all the way up inside her if she couldn't have his stiff penis inside her and feel its throbbing head ramming against her cervix. Before she knew what was happening, he had the two fingers she wanted jammed deep into her needy fuck hole. She screamed when he took his other hand and spread her lips wide and touched her clit directly. He got his finger wet in her juice, and then began to flick and stroke her twitching clitoris until she could feel her orgasm was very close. Just as she was about to let go and cum for him, she felt something so good, but so different on her passion center, that she dragged her senses back to the real world to see the source of the incredible pleasure that was making her clit feel like it was going to explode and making her body jerk like it was being jolted with hundreds of volts of electricity. The sight of her Master's tongue touching her pulsating clitoris made Pam tremble inside. She had never dreamed he would be willing to do something so "servant-like" for her pleasure. But Pam could not argue with the facts. Her Master was licking her throbbing clit with his hot, rough tongue. He was not shy about how he used it on her either. He licked her juices like they were sweet nectar, and he probed the opening of her vagina with the tip, stiffening his tongue and pushing it up inside her dripping wet pussy. It felt very good when he thrust his tongue as deep into her cunt as it would go. Pam liked the way his tongue felt almost as much as she liked having her empty pussy stuffed full of his hard prick. His tongue wasn't as big, and it didn't satisfy the way the hardness of his cock did when it filled her, but the softness of his tongue and the way it probed and moved inside her cunt and slithered over her clit drove her crazy with pleasure in a new and unique way. It felt so very good to the squirming young girl that she found herself screaming from the passion his licking, probing tongue wrenched out of her burning, itching clit. Her mind turned off so that all she was aware of was soft blackness like satin or mink touching every part of her body except for the tip of her clitoris, which seemed to glow bright red from the fire his tongue was igniting inside her. Pam was shocked at how quickly and how hard she came from the tongue lashing her Master was giving her. She knew she had been on the edge of cumming when she first felt his tongue touch her swollen passion bud, but she had thought her shock at seeing her Master eating her pussy had brought her down to a level where he would need several minutes to bring her to the peak again. Now, as her hips churned wildly on the bed, Pam could vaguely hear a woman screaming in passion and pleasure. Through the black velvet haze that seemed to surround her, the little blonde realized it was her own voice screaming and screaming and screaming out her pleasure as her Master's maddening tongue made her cum so hard it felt like every joint in her body would be dislocated from the way her body jerked and writhed as he made her cum. Pam had never brought herself to multiple orgasms when she had masturbated. Her clit had seemed to get too sensitive to touch after she came, and so she had always just held her hand tight against herself and ground her clit against her palm until the last spasms finished ripping through her body. Now she began to feel a sense of panic because her Master was in complete control of her body, and even though her cum was almost over, he showed no signs of slowing down his frantic licking of her clit. Pam knew it was possible for some women to cum over and over again, but she had never thought it would be possible for her to stand the feelings in her clit that seemed so much like pain when the pleasure bud was stroked just after she came. This meant that she had always needed an hour or two to recover before she could get aroused and cum again. Now it looked like her Master was going to insist that she not come down from her peak of passion, but he would force her even higher into the sexual stratosphere by keeping his tongue working her clit over through her whole cum. Pam realized her Master was going to keep eating her pussy even after she had finished cumming, no matter how painful it was for her. She knew now that he wanted her to be multi- orgasmic, and he would not stop until he had made her body do exactly what he wanted. Pam was frightened of the pain she was sure she would feel, and she wondered if she would be sane when he finished with her today. She was not sure her mind could survive the onslaught of sensation he was forcing her to endure. The fear she felt did not keep her from cumming harder and better than ever though. Pam wished he would stop and let her enjoy the peace she felt after he had put her through her paces and wrung every bit of pleasure from her body. Suddenly, Pam was feeling the intense pain in her clit that she had dreaded, but she was too weak from the orgasm that had just wracked her body to be able to resist him. Besides, he was her Master, and resisting his will was not something she wanted to try again. She knew the punishment for such a foolish act would be a thousand times worse than anything he could put her through by licking her clit. She wanted him to fuck her very, very hard and she wanted him to do it NOW. Pam squirmed even more wildly under his relentlessly licking tongue because the pain had suddenly vanished, and searing, burning pleasure, even more intense than anything he had forced her to feel before had replaced what she now realized was merely a minor discomfort between the first and second levels of sexual pleasure. Pam was shocked at how hot he could make her and how completely he owned her body. She knew she would never be satisfied with less than the total conquest of her mind and her body that he subjected her to. She realized she would never be content with ordinary sex or an ordinary man. She would always need the all consuming passion only her Master could give her. She wanted to use every talent she possessed to pleasure and please her Master, but she found that she was totally helpless under his tongue and his hands. All she could do was squirm, and scream, and cum. Her second orgasm began with the feeling her clit had become a volcano. As the lava erupted and flowed out from her pleasure center, it covered her, melting everything it touched. Now her whole body felt like it was made of jelly. She thought it would be totally impossible to move because there was nothing inside to provide resistance to her muscles, even if she was able to make them work. All of her body had become a seething pool of scalding liquid. Pam wanted to scream, but then she realized she was already screaming. Her voice was so hoarse she could barely hear herself now, but she could not stop screaming from the pleasure his tongue was giving her. She came again before the last spasms of the second cum had subsided, and now she felt herself rocketed to a new and higher level of arousal. Her heat and sexual need were so intense she was begging her Master to fill her empty cunt with his hard cock every time she could get enough of a breath to make speech possible. Most of the time though, she was cumming so hard, writhing so wildly, and screaming her passion and pleasure so constantly that she was scarcely able to gasp in enough oxygen to keep her hips churning in their heated circles. Her body seemed to demand that she move in this way though, and so it was her tenuous grasp on reality that was loosened even more, for her body gave top priority to all those functions which kept her cumming, and diverted everything, even blood for the brain, to keep her at the peak of pleasure. Pam realized that she had no idea how many times she had cum. It seemed that her Master had been eating her pussy for hours, and that she must have cum hundreds of times as he buried his face in her cunt and licked her clit until he had whipped her into the sexual frenzy he desired. Now Pam suddenly was aware that her lover was no longer driving her crazy with his tongue. She felt his strong body mounting her, and instinctively, she opened her legs wider to form a cradle to hold his body within her satin thighs. Now she could feel his cock pressing into the dripping wet opening of her cunt. The head was throbbing already, and it was so hot that although she truly felt her own body was melted, she wondered if the heat of him would burn the tender tissues inside her vagina. She knew that the feel of the steel hard dick filling her empty fuck hole would become her only reality, and she moaned with pleasure from the feel of him filling her emptiness with his hardness. Her head began to toss from side to side as he finally gave her the hard fucking she had craved for so very long. He was too far gone to wait and penetrate her boiling pussy slowly, and he rammed into her to full depth with all the force in his body. His jaws and tongue ached from the cunt licking he had given her, and now his brain burned with his need to empty his seething load as deep in her juicy, heated depths as he could. The lining of her vagina felt like wet satin stroking and sucking on his throbbing cock, and urging him to empty his balls in her hungry pussy. His prick ached to do just that, but he forced himself to hold on through just one more of her cums. He wanted to feel her bucking through the most intense orgasm he had ever given her when he shot his load as deep into her as he could. He wanted to feel her take him as deep as she could so that the head of his cock was ramming into her cervix as his prick exploded so that his cum would shoot deep into her womb, making her feel more filled and more deeply fulfilled than she had imagined was possible. Suddenly, he felt her body being ripped by the strongest spasms he had ever felt. He buried his aching prick as deep as he could in her convulsing pussy, and just rode her thrashing, cumming body while he felt the boiling cream start erupting from his balls and rushing up to his dick, making it swell even bigger inside her tight little cunt. Pam felt her Master's cock swelling inside her and she knew she was about to be filled with his scalding cream. Suddenly, she felt herself falling, and she realized she was not able to see or breathe. She heard her lover's cry of conquest and pleasure as she felt all of her senses slipping away to a place where all that existed was a soft cloud of black silk. Peter Stone let out a cry of triumph when he saw her eyes roll back as he rode her little body through an incredibly intense orgasm. His own balls were pumping cream into his lovely little ward in spurts that were so strong it hurt him, but the pleasure of filling her so completely and feeling her hungry pussy empty him so totally was better than anything he had ever felt, and he would not have stopped even if he had been able to. Peter realized that he had brought his little sex slave to the point he had desired. Peter Stone sank into his lover's arms filled with a satisfacion and peace he had never known. He knew for certain that he had indeed found the perfect woman. His only hope was that they would always be as good together as they were at this moment, that they would never tire of each other, fall out of love, or forget how to fuck like rutting animals. Peter held Pamela tight and kept his cock buried as deeply in her as he could. The softening prick wanted to slip out, and the slippery globs of his semen that filled her cunt and womb were starting to run out of her body, and it seemed that the river of spent cum inside her was pushing his cock out of her. He wanted to feel her hot tightness all around his prick for as long as he possibly could. Finally, Pamela's eyes fluttered open, and she wraped herself tightly around Peter's body, using her arms and legs to hold him against her and in her as firmly as possible. She gave Peter the same smile he had seen the first night he had taken her. It was the smile of a woman who has just lost her virginity, but who has discovered that what her man has given her is so much better, she wishes she had experienced it much sooner, and feels no sense of loss at all. "Darling", Peter whispered, "You have just given me the third pleasure. You gave yourself to me completely so that your orgasm took you to the edge of consciousness. Because you gave yourself to me totally, I was able to give you all I had. That is the reason our pleasure today was far beyond anything we had ever experienced before." "I love you Master. Thank you for the best feelings of my life." Pamela sighed. "I love you my darling. Thank you for giving me your best. It is truely, the best I've ever had." Peter told her with a soft smile.

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