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Subject: BOUND TO PELASE 2/12

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BOUND TO PLEASE CHAPTER 2

A tall, muscular man stood just outside the doorway. He seemed to be about the same age as Mr. Stone, and he had a handsome face that seemed very calm and friendly. "I am James, the butler and chauffeur he said in a deep, quiet voice. "I am to escort you to Mr. Stone's study. Please take my arm Miss, and walk with me." Pam took small, careful steps to position herself beside James. She took his arm, and they walked down the hall with the slow, measured steps used by butlers all over the world for hundreds of years. Pam concentrated on moving in time with James' steps so that she could gain balance and support from his massive body while she learned to walk in the spike heels. By making sure her steps were synchronized with the butler's, Pam found that she could move so that an observer would think she was gliding gracefully across the floor. They would never guess that she was struggling to keep from falling. Pam decided that she must try to look like her costume did not bother her, and she would try to smile and not look embarrassed or miserable so that Mr. Stone would not be able to gloat too much. By the time they reached the study, Pam had almost mastered the art of walking in the tall heels, but the height tightened her calves so much that her legs and feet were already showing signs that painful cramps might knot the muscles any minute. James knocked twice on a large oak door. A small red light above the knob went out, and a green one blinked on. James opened the door, and ushered Pam inside. The door was wide enough for them to walk through side by side. Pam felt like a princess being conducted into the throne room of a king. She could feel the strength of James' arm, and that helped calm her fears and control her shaky knees. She tried to stand up straight, and walk as gracefully and proudly as possible, since her costume did not allow her to cover herself. Young as she was, Pam knew that Mr. Stone could only take away her clothing. He could not take her dignity unless she became so upset from being exposed to his gaze that she gave up her self respect. Pam concentrated hard, and fought to control her unruly emotions and the havoc they played with her coordination. She took a deep breath, and found some measure of steadiness deep inside herself. She consciously brightened her smile, and tried to walk like a princess as James escorted her across the room. Pam had to work so hard just to walk that she could not look around as James led her toward Mr. Stone, so she tried to focus directly on her teacher's eyes. Mr. Stone was seated in a large leather chair. He was wearing comfortable, casual clothes so that he looked much more commanding than he did at school. There was a roaring fire burning in the largest stone fire place Pam had ever seen. As she stood still for his inspection, Pam saw that the room was huge. Three walls were lined with floor to ceiling book shelves. On the other wall, the fire place was flanked by paintings that were clearly originals. James stood quietly beside her, looking straight ahead. When Mr. Stone looked up from his book, he said, "Yes, James?" The big man replied quietly, "Sir, Miss Pamela." "Thank you James, you may go." Mr. Stone replied. Pam quickly controlled her impulse to gawk. She brought her eyes in focus again on Mr. Stone's face, and forced herself to stand absolutely still before him. After the big door closed behind James, Mr. Stone said, "Pamela, I want you to stand directly in front of my chair, and no more than three feet away." The girl fought down a new attack of panic, and moved to the location he directed. "Now turn slowly toward your left, and continue turning until I tell you to stop." he instructed. Pam felt the revealing costume did so little to hide her body, and in fact made it into a sexual object so completely that she thought she might be more comfortable completely naked. She did not object though, and began turning very slowly so that he could examine her. Pam completed five full turns that each lasted nearly a minute. She was not sure she could keep herself from falling apart under the intensity of her teacher's gaze. Finally, just before she was facing him squarely again, he said, "You may stop now Pamela." He looked at her face, trying to read her feelings, then he said, "You have done well so far, child." Pam did not know why, but she was angry. Her frown did not go un-noticed, and Mr. Stone smiled at her in a way that made Pam so angry she wanted to hit the man. "You looked at yourself in the mirror before you left your room, and you thought you saw a grown woman, didn't you, my dear. You are upset with me for calling you 'child'." Pam could not keep quiet, even though she knew she should. "Of course I am angry with you, you lecherous old goat. I deserve to be punished, but just make me clean your toilets and then leave me alone." Mr. Stone just kept looking at her and smiling while he told her, "You really don't want me to leave you alone. You want me to look at you as a woman and treat you as a woman. You want me to take your virginity from you most of all." Pam nearly screamed at him for his insulting presumption that she might find him acceptable as a man and the even greater insult in the implication that she might want him to touch her. She raged inside, but she knew she could never win an argument with her teacher. She was even more furious with him because everything he had said to her had been completely true. She did feel more like a woman now than ever before in her life. She did want him to look at her as a woman, not a child, and she did want to know what it felt like for a woman to have a man deep inside her. Pam was so confused now she could hardly speak, but just when she thought she finally had herself back under control, Mr. Stone showed her a paper. "Please read this document, Pamela" Mr. Stone told her. Pam felt like her eyes were going to explode when she took the paper in her hands and forced herself to focus on the words printed there. She felt like she was going to scream, and then she thought she was going to faint as she read the words aloud to Mr. Stone from the document her mother and father had signed. It was quite clear that her parents had sold her to Mr. Stone. The document said that Mr. Stone would feed, clothe and educate her until she had a Doctoral degree, or its equivalent. In addition, he would pay her parents $100,000 cash. Mr. Stone handed her a small tape recorder, and told her to push the "PLAY" button. When she did, Pam heard her mother's voice trying to explain to her that they could not support her or give her the kind of education she deserved, and needed to survive in the modern world. Pam could hear both of her parents sobbing by the time the tape ended, but she was not impressed. No matter what they said, her parents had sold her to a dirty old man with a grudge against her. Pam nearly lost it at that point, but she was a very intelligent girl, and she realized that she had no idea how Mr. Stone would respond if she started screaming at him. She knew that if she acted nasty, he might make her punishment even worse, so she bit her lower lip and kept quiet. Now the reason for the room, the door locked from the outside, and the clothes that fit her exactly were clear to Pam, Mr. Stone intended to keep her there for a long time. Mr. Stone sat down in his chair, and pulled a low stool close to it, motioning to the shaken girl he said, "Please sit down Pamela, I am sure you have several questions you would like me to answer." Pam fought harder than ever to control herself, and quietly walked toward him and sat down where he had indicated. She was aware that he could see her naked pussy when she sat down, but that really didn't seem to matter much just then. Pam knew that if he intended to rape her, she would not be able to stop him, and she would not be able to escape. She thought he would have done it already if that was his plan. Pam decided all she could do was try to obey him and hope he would not force her. "I am 18, can my parents legally sell me?" Pam asked, as coolly as she was able. "Your parents did not sell you dear." he said in that annoying, lecture voice Mr. Stone used when he thought you did not know something EVERYONE ought to know. "You are really what might be called an indentured servant. I am responsible for caring for you and providing you with an education. You will work for me until I have recovered the sum paid to your parents in the value of your work, and I have fulfilled my obligations to you. First you will be learning the duties of a maid, so that you will understand your real options in this world completely. Then if you are able to learn to perform those tasks PERFECTLY, I will teach you the skills you will need to be my research assistant. Of course you realize that you will not be leaving this house for you instruction. I have taught in the public schools as a service to the community, not because I needed the money. I have resigned to devote all of my time to your education. Since you are over 18, you are not required to be in public school. I have set up your records to show a transfer into a private school. By the way, everyone at good old Warren G. Harding High thinks you ran off to Hollywood. Bets are 8 to 5 you will be doing porno flicks or hooking on Sunset Boulevard within a week. Legally, you are my ward, and I am your guardian. As long as I am providing you with a full time educational program, I have complete legal custody of you, even if it takes 20 years to educate you to my satisfaction. The agreement with your parents is quite legal, and impossible to break. You see, they had you declared incompetent so they could put you away. You gave them so much grief, they were half crazy from the stress. They are not as strong as some people. They meant well though, so don't be too hard on them. At least they realized they could not manage in time to try to save you." "I do not choose to believe the garbage you are spouting." Pam jumped at the sound of her own voice. Had she really become such a disagreeable bitch? Mr. Stone picked up a remote control and pressed a few buttons. Suddenly, a ten foot television screen dropped down from the ceiling. Pam was shocked to see her face filling the screen. As she watched and listened to herself, the image seemed to change from a beautiful young woman to an ugly old hag. The sound of her voice changed too. The expression on her face had completely destroyed all of her beauty, and the horrible voice hurt her ears. Pam thought that her teacher must have used some kind of special effects to fool her, but she made herself ask politely to see the tape again. When Mr. Stone started the tape, Pam saw that nothing had been done to alter the sound or the image. "I didn't know I made myself so ugly!" Pam exclaimed. "I have been trying to keep under control because I wasn't sure how you would punish me, but I just can't seem to do it by myself." Mr. Stone smiled at the lovely girl and said softly, "Then you do agree you need help my dear?" "Yes sir." Pam responded simply. "Can you believe that I want to help you Pamela?" "Yes Mr. Stone." "Will you put yourself in my care so that I can help you?" the teacher asked. "Yes sir." Pam responded. "I know I am lazy and pig headed Mr. Stone. I know I need someone strong, like you to make me behave myself. Please help me so I don't turn into a lonely, ugly old hag." the girl begged. "If I agree to help you Pamela, you must promise me you will obey me without question. You must also understand fully that if you do not obey immediately, perfectly, and cheerfully you will be punished. I will be the only judge of what is appropriate punishment for your disobedience, there will be no appeal, and I will carry out my sentences personally and immediately. I will not permanently injure you, but I may find it helpful to cause you to experience some pain if I should feel I do not have your full attention when I am helping you correct your behavior." Pam looked shocked, but she realized she needed help badly, so she said, Yes Mr. Stone, I understand." Peter Stone was elated. He had the girl started on the path he had been obsessed with since she had teased him with her nubile body the very first time. He hoped that whatever gods there might be would forgive him for ruining her father's company just so he could buy the girl. He felt that his intervention was justified though because the rebellious girl was more than her parents could possibly handle, and would have caused them major heartaches in the future. Now he began his carefully planned program of education and re-training he had developed just for this girl. "Pamela, you will not understand the purpose of everything I tell you to do. I often will tell you why I wish you to do something, but at times, I will not have time. At other times, I may not wish you to know my purpose until you have taken the time and thought to figure it out for yourself. In any case, you will obey me in all things, or you will be punished. Is that clear Pamela?" "Yes sir." the girl answered. "Good. Now we will begin your education. Why do I want you to learn to be a PERFECT maid?" the teacher asked. "I don't know sir." Pam replied. "Your first task will be to question yourself constantly as you are being taught to be a perfect maid, as to why you need this training. As soon as you develop a hypothesis, you will phrase it concisely and present your speculation to me the instant you believe you have phrased it understandably. Since this is the most important lesson you need to learn, you will call me any time of the day or night that you discover the answer. If your hypothesis is not correct but shows careful thought, I will provide additional learning experiences for you to consider as you continue to search for the answer. If your attempt shows no thought, and is sloppy, you will find that I am much less understanding." "Will I know what the punishment for each type of mistake will be?" Pam asked. "Always thinking, I see. Not as profitably as you might, but perhaps there is hope for you. No, Pamela you will not know ahead of time how I will punish you. I don't punish mistakes, but I will punish disobedience and sloth severely. I have no interest in jail house lawyer games, so don't try to play them with me. If I even suspect you have the delusion that you can fool or manipulate me, your punishment will be swift and severe." "I have never had to deal with someone as strict as you Mr. Stone. Please be patient with me." Peter laughed in Pam's face and told her, "Don't think you can flatter your way past me either missy. Do you know why your uniform is designed as it is?" "I think it is to show me you can tell me what to wear or make me do anything you want to. I also think it is to humiliate me and is part of my punishment for teasing you in class." Pam said this quietly and politely, then she looked down at the floor, expecting the worst. "If your punishment for shooting beaver at me was the only issue here you would be correct. Think about how being trained as a maid is different from being punished for being a tease." Mr. Stone said. "I don't understand why I need to learn to be a maid, so I can't find the difference, sir." Pam answered. "Well keep thinking about it until you know." Mr. Stone said with a grin. "Pamela, can you tell me what time it is?" Mr. Stone said this in a way that made Pam shiver, but she wasn't sure why. "It is 6:45 Mr. Stone." Pam froze at the sound of her own voice. She knew she had been instructed to serve dinner at precisely at 6:00. Now it was 6:45, and she had not even begun to prepare anything. "I forgot Mr. Stone. I was so interested in talking with you, I forgot." Pam was shuddering with fear. She simply did not know what Mr. Stone might do. "Pamela, there are no excuses here. I do not expect to hear anything like an excuse from you ever again. Do you understand dear?" Pam heard her own voice saying, "Yes sir." very softly. Mr. Stone placed a gold watch on her wrist. Small diamonds circled the dial, and five large ones formed a bar on each side. "You can't be expected to know what time it is without a watch. It is a very different thing to have a watch and 'forget' to wear it. Do you understand the difference Pamela?" Pam looked at Mr. Stone, and her face softened a tiny bit. "Thank you for the watch sir." the girl said in a soft, breathy voice. "It is one thing to lack tools, but another thing all together not to use the tools you have been given." Pam answered quickly, almost without thinking. "That is correct. Mr Stone replied. Now Pamela, why do you need to be punished?" Pam was shocked to hear herself say, "I did not ask you for the time. Your watch is large, so I noticed you were wearing one right away." "Correct again. I do believe there may be some living brain cells inside your head." Mr. Stone said. "For your punishment, I am going to teach you a lesson about waiting." her teach quietly that Pam was immediately aware she would not be able to talk him out of anything. "First, you will learn to wait to find out what your punishment will be. I will have James show you to the kitchen. There are instructions posted there for you. You will follow those instructions exactly. Ten minutes before the food is ready to be served, you will buzz for James to escort you back to the study with the place settings required." Mr. Stone continued his instructions as Pam tried hard to concentrate so that she could remember each detail. "You will also bring the wine to me so that I can open the bottle and allow it to breathe. You will mix my before dinner drink at the bar here in the study, then you will return to the kitchen and bring our dinner back to the study. I will give you further instructions at that time." Pam could not believe how detailed his instructions were, and she was shocked at how meekly she obeyed him. There was something about Mr. Stone that made her feel she must obey him. She knew he really would punish her too, and that certainty made Pam anxious to please him. James led her to a wonderful kitchen that seemed to be built in two sections. The first was a cozy, farm house kitchen. Pam guessed it was for use when only a few were to be served. The largest section was a complete four star restaurant kitchen. Every bit of each kitchen was spotlessly clean. The air was fresh too, with no hint of unpleasant odors from garbage or incomplete cleaning. Pam saw the list of instructions in the country kitchen. Before he left, James said, "Miss Pamela, you must remember to call me when you are ready to serve dinner to Master Peter. It would not be safe for you to be wandering around the house by yourself. Some of the built-in defenses can be quite nasty, and the triggers are not easy to avoid." Then James showed her the location of the button that paged him, and the control panel for communicating with the rest of the house. On the monitor of the control panel, one could view the room selected. Pam pushed the button to turn on the picture and sound from the study. "Thank you for joining me Pamela." she heard Mr. Stone say. "I am listening to some Bach this evening. I hope you will enjoy the music while you prepare dinner." Then Mr. Stone turned back to his book, sank back into the big chair, and seemed not to notice her any more. Pam was sure he was watching her though. She was surprised at the quality of the sound as the intercom system brought the organ notes swelling up into the kitchen and the music swirled through the room. Sometimes the notes were like swallows, gracefully swooping and gliding through the air. At other times, they reminded Pam of a swarm of angry bees chasing a clumsy hiker into a mountain lake. The time passed pleasantly for her as she followed Mr. Stone's instructions and prepared their dinner. It was a simple, light but nourishing meal. The way that it was assembled with style made it an elegant feast for the eyes as well as the palate. Pam noted right away that only the finest ingredients were stocked in the pantry. She saw the attention to detail that had gone into every aspect of the kitchen. The design was perfect so that there was no wasted space, and no extra traffic was required during preparation. Even the shopping, stocking of the pantry, and the refrigerator were precise. Pam understood that there was a beauty to this precision, and she tried as hard as she could to make sure all of her contributions to the meal were perfect too. This made her wonder about the lessons Mr. Stone would be teaching her. She also started to wonder if she might be happier being Mr. Stone's maid than being a lonely high school or college student. As she prepared the meal, Pam found she could not keep from glancing at the monitor every few seconds. She thought to herself, "Mr. Stone is really good looking and in great shape for his age." Pam also found herself wondering more and more often what it would be like to lose her virginity to Peter Stone. Pam knew a lot of girls talked in the locker room about creaming their panties over some cute guy, but she had never had any clearly sexual feelings before. Now, she became aware of an aching longing she couldn't put a label on. There was an emptiness inside that seemed to need filling very badly, but she could not think of how to fill the void, and she could not think of what might be causing her strange new feelings. She was becoming aware of an increasing curiosity about Mr. Stone's body. She also that when her mind started thinking about what was under Mr. Stone's clothes, she started to feel squishy when she moved. At first she though the stress of the day had made her get her period early, but after she checked herself, Pam realized that the wetness in her vagina was being triggered by her thoughts about her teacher. When she tried to visualize his body naked, or tried to picture herself touching his prick, the juices in her pussy flowed freely, spilled out and dripped down her legs. Pam could not concentrate on her work in the kitchen, so finally, she had to turn the monitor off. She was terrified that Mr. Stone would be able to see or smell the remnants of her excitement, but she was afraid to use kitchen towels to clean herself. Another problem was becoming an urgent priority for her too. Pam had to pee very badly. Her bladder was painfully full, but she could not find a restroom that opened off the kitchen.

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Bound to Please by RD Chapter 2
"Were you masturbating while you were preparing dinner Pamela?" Mr. Stone asked. The girl knew he had been watching her, so he would know that what she said was true when she told him, "I wanted to very much sir, but I was working, so I did not. Also sir, I am a virgin, and I don't really know what to do to myself. I have read some books, but I have never had a lot of luck trying out those things." "Did walking down the hall with James excite you?" "No sir, I have never gotten excited by looking at men before. While I was making dinner, I thought about what it would be like to have you touch me and what it would be like to touch you. As I watched you read, and thought about being on my knees in front of you, my juices started flowing so that I was all wet inside. It dripped down my legs too. It made me feel all itchy, and sticky. You are keeping me here and making me be your servant, and that makes me hate you, but every time I look at you, I want you to take my virginity." The girl stood trembling before him now. "Your honesty will be rewarded some day Pamela." he told her. "I need to use the bathroom before I have an accident Mr. Stone." Pam was almost sobbing now. "We will discuss being made to wait after dinner. Go relieve yourself. Make sure you wash your hands before you go finish our dinner." James appeared out of nowhere, and led her out of the study. He took her back down the hall to the kitchen. Once inside, he showed her a small button by the light switch. Pressing up on the button opened a concealed door to a well equipped bath room. Pam was pleased with her uniform for the first time. She did not have to fight her way out of clothes to use the toilet. There was nothing covering her crotch at all, so all she had to do was sit; but not wearing panties made her feel like getting to the bathroom was a major emergency, even when she didn't need to go all that badly. Pam was angry at Mr. Stone for putting her through this kind of humiliation, but she had to admit that she was attracted to the strength and power that was so obvious in Mr. Stone. She knew that she now respected her teacher more than she had ever respected any man in her life. Pam struggled to deny it, but the sticky residue on her thighs forced her to admit that she was sexually attracted to a man for the first time in her life. She knew too that it was a powerful attraction that would have to be acted upon very soon. As she cleaned herself, it was difficult not to start touching herself. Her attraction was quickly turning into need, and she yearned to use her fingers to bring herself some relief from the maddening itch in her clitoris and the empty, hungry feeling in her virgin vagina. To keep herself from giving in to her desires, Pam tried to think about the assignment her teacher had given her. After all, she reasoned, if I am late serving his dinner, he may decide to punish me more severely. First she thought about her job. It was a position of personal service, she decided. In our society, she thought, people in such positions have much less status than the person who employs them. Since it was a position of lower rank, she was sure it was meant to teach her not to think too highly of herself. The way Mr. Stone controlled every aspect of her life made her feel like he was telling her she had messed up badly so far. Since she respected him so much, this made her feel very humble. Then too, it was hard to feel snotty when she had to ask permission to go pee, and could not walk around the house without an escort. Next she thought about her uniform. It made her feel very meek in Mr. Stone's presence, and her desire to cover herself made her feel very vulnerable too, so that she had no desire to argue with him. She feared the kinds of punishment he could inflict on the exposed and unprotected parts of her body. Pam realized that as she stood before Mr. Stone while he examined her, she had been overcome with sexual desire and need for him. She knew her costume prevented her from concealing any of her feelings from her teacher. She was startled to realize that it had pleased her to show off her naked breasts and pussy to Mr. Stone. She had enjoyed knowing his eyes were on her nipples and that he was wondering what her tits would feel like if he took one in each hand and began to squeeze them gently. She had to admit that having him stare at her silky little blonde bush made her shiver all over with anticipation. She was sure he was trying to imagine how wonderful it would feel to fill her tight, virgin cunt with his hard cock. She wondered if he knew how much she wanted to know how it would feel to have him inside her. Pam's new desires made her feel very soft and helpless inside. She knew her mind was not working very well, and she just couldn't put everything together into a single hypothesis. Pam decided she had better hurry to serve Mr. Stone. She would just have to wait to think about all these things. Pam set up everything she needed to serve the meal on two large silver trays, then she paged James. Almost instantly, James opened the door. He quickly picked up the heaviest tray, and led the way back to the study. Pam saw that a small table with one chair was set up in the study. There were two tray stands next to the table. Pam and James placed the trays on the stands, then James quietly left the room. Pam set one place at the table for Mr. Stone. She poured the wine, then she pulled out the chair and stood beside it, waiting. Mr. Stone put down his book and crossed to the table. Pam guided the chair under him so that her teacher was seated without a hint of awkwardness. She took the white linen napkin, unfolded it, and carefully spread it on his lap. She had to fight down the urge to be a little clumsy on purpose and brush against his crotch with her hand. Her desire to touch him was almost more than she could stand, and her curiosity about his size and thickness was becoming unbearable. Pam bit her tongue to help get herself under control. Carefully, Pam prepared a plate for Mr. Stone. She felt like she must be blushing all over once again because her desire was so strong, her juices were flowing again. Pam was angry with herself because she couldn't seem to control her desire for this middle aged man. Why did she want him so badly? The realization hit her, like a fist to her solar plexus , he was the first man who had the balls to MAKE her behave. The excitement of knowing that he could, and WOULD make her do exactly what he wanted was overwhelming. She realized that some primitive instinct was telling her that he was a male strong enough to be a desirable mate. Her body was responding and preparing itself for mating. Pam's mind tried to tell her body that she did not agree, but the hormones surging through her blood told her mind to shut up and keep out of the way. Pam realized that her body was in control. It was making it impossible for her to think or run. The scent of her overheated pussy was unmistakable, and she felt herself blush again because her naked cunt was just inches from Mr. Stone's nose. He smiled as he ate, and Pam was sure he was laughing at her weakness, congratulating himself on how easy it had been to tame her. She wanted to run, but she couldn't move. Mr. Stone looked up at Pam and smiled. "Have you thought about why you are being trained as a maid?" he asked. "Sir, I think it is to teach me not to think too highly of myself." the girl said haltingly. "NO. A person can never think too highly of themselves. In fact, when one has a healthy self image and lots of self confidence, they would never consider behaving badly towards another person." Pam jumped when he said "NO" she realized that she cared what he thought of her. She felt that right now she would be happy just to be his cute little air head if he would just hurry up and take her, ending her suffering by filling her starving pussy. But Pam knew it would not be fair to ask Mr. Stone to settle for second best and make do with an air-head. She knew he deserved everything she could give him, her looks, her body, and her brains. So Pam fought to gain some control over her mind, trying hard to bring all the facts together into one hypothesis, but her body wanted to be fucked so badly that the girl could not think of anything except how to get Mr. Stone's prick deep inside her as quickly as possible. Finally, Mr. Stone looked into her eyes. "Do you want me to touch you?" he asked softly. "Please Mr. Stone. Please touch me and teach me how it feels to be a woman. Teach me how it feels to be loved by a man." Pam was breathing heavily now, and her body was so ready to be fucked, her wobbly knees would hardly let her stand. Mr. Stone stood slowly and gently took Pam's arm to support her and keep her from falling. He led her across the room to a large couch that Pam had not noticed. Her mind was so hazy that she felt like she was floating across the floor, held by the strength of Mr. Stone's arms. He laid her on the couch, and then he began to touch her. Pam jumped when his hand first made contact with her breast, and she almost started to protest out of habit, but his touch felt so good to her that soon the girl relaxed and remembered she had asked him to touch her. Pam liked the way he worked on her slowly. He didn't grab at her, he just kept touching her in ways that felt better and better. He seemed to have all the time in the world, and he did not rush. Soon she was squirming on the couch, and begging him to squeeze her tits harder. He always seemed to know exactly what would feel good to her, and when she asked him for something, he gave it to her. He worked her breasts over good, and she started to feel a direct connection from her bursting nipples to her clitoris and vagina. Pam grabbed his head and shoved a nipple into Mr. Stone's mouth. He began to lick it until it was so hard Pam thought it might explode. Then he started sucking on the berry red bud and Pam went crazy from the feel of it. He sucked harder and harder, and Pam tried to cram more and more of her tit into his mouth. She felt hot all over, and she wanted him to take all of her clothes off, but he just kept working on her breasts. She thought she would go crazy if he didn't give her more, but it felt so good all she could do was squirm and moan. Finally, when her tits were so sore she didn't want him to touch them, but it still felt so good, she didn't want him to stop, he began moving his hands down her tummy. He would drag his finger nails over her skin, and make her shiver all over from his touch. Then he began to stroke the inside of her thighs. Pam nearly wiggled off the couch, the touch of his fingers felt so good there. When he finally started caressing her between her legs Pam did scream. Everything he did seemed to make her hotter than what he had been doing to her before. Each thing he did felt so good, Pam didn't think anything could possibly feel better, but he always seemed to know another, more sensitive place to touch, and when he touched her there, Pam would go wild from the feel of it. He concentrated on each little part of her, so that even though she felt like she was out of her mind from the pleasure he was giving her, she could clearly remember how each thing he did felt, which parts she like touched best, and exactly how each part should be touched. Finally, he began to stroke her clitoris directly. Now Pam understood why he had taken so long getting her ready. She knew she would not have been able to stand it if he had touched her there first. Now Pam felt her hips humping up at his teasing fingers to make the contact with her pleasure bud even harder and more thrilling. Pam was aware of a new feeling in her throbbing clit, and it drove her to arch her back and thrust her hips harder at the fingers that were at the same time, pleasuring her and tormenting her. Satisfaction, and that mystical thing, orgasm, that she had heard so much about was dancing, just beyond her reach. Mr. Stone was holding back, she knew. Pam just wanted him to slam his rock hard dick into her by this time, but Mr. Stone had not taken off any of his clothes. Pam humped faster then, deciding she just had to get herself off on his fingers. Seconds before she came, Mr. Stone pulled his fingers away quickly.

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Pam was pissed, but her brain was just not working because she was so aroused. Before she could move, she felt herself being tied to the couch so that she could not move. Mr. Stone had tied her with her legs spread wide. Her hands were above her head, and stretched tight so that she was very uncomfortable from her bonds. Also, she could not touch herself to try to calm the terrible itch. Pam began to cry from her frustration. She needed Mr. Stone, inside her, and she needed him right now. Mr. Stone moved so that he could look deep into her eyes. "Pamela, he said quietly, I am going to punish you now. I am going to make you wait until you are in such an agony of need that you will come the second I penetrate you. When you feel me fill you, you will begin to cum very hard, and you will keep cumming until I have finished with you. But for now, I will leave you to suffer alone. This is your punishment for being a tease." Pam wanted to scream, but she did not want to take a chance on making him angry with her, so she kept her voice quiet, but she begged her teacher to fill her with his hard cock and put her out of her misery by fucking her hard all night. Mr. Stone just smiled at her, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Then he was gone. Pam was alone in the huge study. The fire still burned brightly, but all the other lights were turned off. Pam knew there were cameras in the house for the security system, so she was sure at least one was pointed at her. She was enraged at the thought of Mr. Stone watching her like this. How dare he reject her when she had offered her beautiful young body to him, and had even begged him to take her virginity. Pam raged at him inside, but she did not open her mouth for fear she would say something that would make him angry. She realized that her punishment could be a thousand times worse. She was not standing this mode of discipline well, so she wanted to make sure she did not make things worse for herself. The ropes cut into her wrists and ankles, but the worst torture was the need in her empty pussy, and the itch in her still twitching clit. Hour by hour, the time drug by. Pam was hungry and thirsty, but most of all, she was tormented by her need to have Mr. Stone inside her. She realized what a hard master he was going to be, and she was amazed to find that she loved the idea. He would make her behave, and he would keep her in line. He would make her beg him to fuck her, then he would give her the kind of work out most men only dream about because they are too weak to take from their woman the thing that in her secret heart she wants to give him most, but can not unless he is strong enough to take it from her. This amazing paradox brought many things into perspective for Pam. She thought that she understood many things now about the training Mr. Stone had designed for her. Now, she tried to concentrate on the pleasant moments of her time under his control. She remembered the glow it had given her to hear him tell her she had done well. She remembered how proud she felt that he looked at her body. It had made her feel sexy to know she had a body he would take the time to undress with his eyes. Knowing he wanted to ram his cock deep inside her as much as she wanted to feel it filling her made her even more eager to be taken. Pam knew she should concentrate on happy thoughts, and try to forget about how badly she needed sex, but when she thought about Mr. Stone, she couldn't stop herself from thinking about how it would feel to touch him, to hold his hard prick in her hand, to kiss it and suck it, and the guide it into her hot, wet, horny little pussy. At that point, she lost control of her thoughts, and they raced ahead into all the wonderful things she wanted to do for her teacher, and how glorious he would make her feel as her reward. Pam knew she had begun a new round of torture, and that she had done it to herself. She couldn't stop squirming on the couch, and she ached to be fucked so bad that she was sobbing and screaming and begging all at the same time. Just as she was sure she would lose her mind, Mr. Stone walked into the room. "Well, Pamela, what have you learned in school today?" he said in that deceptive, kindly tone Pam was learning to fear. "I learned that I am yours, and I must obey you in all things. If I wish to have a shred of pleasure, I must serve you perfectly in every way. I have learned that I would rather die trying to obey you perfectly than to have you decide to punish me because I failed to please you perfectly." The girl was amazed at how clear her mind was because she knew she was dripping wet inside and more ready to be fucked than ever before. "I must recognize that I find my greatest joy in serving and pleasing. That is why I am being trained as a maid, so that I will never forget who I am. I am a maid, made to serve and please you. I am a servant, and I find my greatest pleasure serving and pleasing you perfectly. You are my Master, and I serve you freely and happily because you are my Master in all things." Pam relaxed a little now, for she knew she had answered truly, and well. "These are valuable insights Pamela. See that you never forget them." Pam was astonished at the command in his voice. He said the words quietly, but in Pam's mind, the words sprouted whips. She knew she must obey perfectly, or feel the lash both on the outside and the inside of her body. "And what about your costume?" he asked. "It shows me that I am yours even down to the clothes I put on. You will decide what I wear, and you will decide how much of my body should be covered. At first I thought the purpose of this costume was to humiliate me, but I soon realized I was worng. Besides showing me you power over and ownership of my body, dressing me so my body is exposed to your gaze has helped me develop a proper degree of pride in my body and its ability to please my Master. You dress me to please yourself. If you want me to be your sex toy, you will dress me accordingly. I am to take my cue from my costume, and adjust my behavior to match your desires. If you want a slut, as I see you do tonight, then I shall be the hottest you have ever had. If you want me cold and icy so you can make me melt in your arms, then when you dress me to hide my body, I will be cold as long as I can resist the power of your touch." Pam looked down, hardly daring to meet her Master's gaze, yet her eyes were drawn to his, and when she saw the smile on Mr. Stone's face, she let out a sigh of relief. "You have used your time well and learned from your punishment. I am proud of your progress. Your understanding will help you learn to serve perfectly." Peter Stone was elated at the change in his beautiful young pupil. He smiled warmly at her, and he noted how she relaxed and basked in that warmth. He knew that he had brought her far in a short time, and this fueled the hope in him that Pamela might be the perfect woman for him. She certainly got hot enough when he touched her. Now he was eager to take advantage of his new power over the little blonde. He wanted to heat her to the point he had stimulated her to earlier, to make her ache to be filled with his hard cock, and then to fill her completely in one stroke. He wanted to give her the satisfaction she craved by filling her aching emptiness at the very instant he brought her pain when his prick penetrated her juicy pussy deeply enough to take her virginity. Then, he wanted to give her such a good fucking and bring her to orgasm so many times that she would never even imagine another man could possibly satisfy her. Peter began to caress Pam again and soon he had her writhing in pleasure as he used his fingers, his lips and his tongue to stimulate all her most sensitive places. Within five minutes, he had the girl more deeply in need than she had been earlier when he had teased her to the verge of climax. Now she begged him to enter her as she squirmed under his touch. Pam was still tied to the couch, but her hips moved with a primitive, sensual rhythm, and soon Peter could wait no more. He removed his clothes slowly as he kept touching Pam, making her want him inside her more and more. Finally he had her senses aroused to such a peak that she was sure she would climax the second he touched her with his hard cock. Pam was wild to feel everything he could make her feel, and ready to take everything he could give her. Her need was so great that all fear was gone, and the only thought on her mind was taking him as deep into her as she could. Pam looked up at her teacher with pleading eyes. "Put your big prick in my tight, wet pussy and fuck me hard with it." she begged. Peter Stone knew he was losing control as his lust for the lovely girl began to over come him. He knew she was ready to take him all. When she begged him again to fill her, he could not wait any more. He quickly changed the way the little blonde was tied to the couch so that her hips were elevated on a pillow, her knees were up almost to her chest, and her legs were spread as wide as they would go. Pam felt the rope dig into her tender skin again, and she was shocked that her teacher was going to keep her tied when he took her. She ached to wrap her arms and legs around his body as soon as he was deep inside her, and hold him there forever. That delight was to be denied her though. Her first time, she was to be taken as a servant who must give service, even with her body, to please her Master. The position was almost painful, but she saw that it gave Mr. Stone complete access to all of her most sensitive parts. Now Peter Stone stood over his beautiful ward, and slowly sank to his knees on the couch, between her wide spread legs. The skin of her thighs was creamy smooth, and very nicely tanned. Stone looked long at her, trying to record every detail in his memory. She was as perfect as a human woman could be. Then, Pam felt a different touch on her pulsing clitoris. Her teacher had started using the head of his hard cock to rub her clit. It felt hot against her little pleasure bud, and Pam realized then why he had kept her tied. Her body had jumped so hard against him, as she squirmed to impale herself on his hard dick, that she nearly fell off the bed. She needed him, and she needed him now. She was about to scream from her frustration. She was tired of waiting. She wanted him to take her NOW. He kept using his cock head to rub her clit, moving the big hard dick faster and faster against her hot little passion spot. She was amazed at how good it felt. It seemed impossible to the sex starved girl, but his cock rubbing against her clit was making her even wetter inside. Her juices coated the throbbing head of his dick and as he rubbed it against her clitoris, she felt the pleasure increase again as her pleasure center got all wet and slippery. It made everything feel even better when he stroked her clit with the head of his prick. Finally, Peter Stone could not hold back any longer. He guided the tip of his throbbing dick in between the swollen lips of her pussy. He let her feel it for a second as he moved it in a small circle around the rim of her tight virgin cunt, teasing the tender flesh there. The wetness on the head of his cock and coating the inside of her pussy lips seemed to make him slip into the center, and the heat boiling inside her seemed to pull him into her. Stone lost all control and totally forgot the girl under him was a virgin. Once his dick was centered in the opening, he rammed deep into her as hard as he could. Pamela couldn't believe the feelings Mr. Stone could bring out in her. She instantly arched her back and drove her hips up to meet the powerful thrust of Stone's impaling cock. The force of his thrust was multiplied when she pumped her hips up to him. The first sensation she felt was her pussy muscles being forced open by his big, hard, invading prick. She felt a few seconds of panic as the muscles stretched, and she began to be afraid he was so big he would tear her open. Then, before she could react, she felt the head of his dick pop inside her. She would have loved to hold him there and savor the feel for a while and get used to having his big cock inside her, but before she knew what was happening, she felt a flash of searing pain as her maidenhead tore. The feel of Mr. Stone's hard dick going deep inside her made Pamela scream, although her brain was so fevered with her desire to be fucked, and fucked hard that she could really think of nothing but how much she wanted to be able to use her hands and arms and legs to pull her Master as deep into her as she could. Instead, she could only moan and squirm. For a few seconds she felt the pain grow until she thought she could not take any more, but then she felt something wonderful begin. Her body went rigid all over, and she felt her inner muscles clamp down hard on Mr. Stone's cock as he drove it deeper and deeper into her hungry cunt. Then she screamed again, and this time, she knew it was because she was cumming. The contractions started at the mouth of her starving pussy and milked his prick with the wet, silky lining of her vagina. Pam knew she was pleasing her employer as he began to make deep sounds of pleasure, and he then he began to pound his aching, throbbing penis deeper and harder into her spasming, climaxing cunt. Peter Stone felt Pamela start to come and then her inner muscles began to milk him. The feel of being deep inside her was so good, that he began to pound his swollen cock into her cunt harder than he had ever fucked any woman. Pamela freed all his animal instincts and passions, and he rammed into her silky, wet pussy again and again. She was ready and able to take everything he could give her, and this knowledge drove Stone wild. He was driven by his lust, but even more by his deep need to give the girl the best fucking he could. He wanted to make her cum over and over again so that when he had completely worn her out, she would be totally his. When his young ward began to come again from the savage fucking he was giving her, Peter Stone felt the hot cream begin to boil in his balls. He knew he could not wait another second to fill her. The sight of her beautiful body, bound for his pleasure, writhing under him from the pleasure and the orgasms he was giving her was too much for his lust wracked brain. He felt his ass tighten and his toes curl. Then the muscles in his legs cramped. Not even the painful cramp could stop the animal need to drive his manhood into her heat and wetness, as hard and as deep as he could. The sight and sound of Pamela cumming from his fucking drove Stone over the edge, and he felt the scalding cum racing up out of his balls and through his throbbing cock. Peter and Pamela both screamed as they felt the hot cream spurt out of his jerking prick and spew deep into her starving pussy. The semen burned them both, and seemed like hot lava exploding from his shooting cock; filling and then spilling out of her cumming, spasming cunt to run in scalding rivers down the crack of her ass to soak his balls. Peter could not remember ever having his balls convulse so hard or empty so completely. Their passion kept them driving their bodies together, until all the cream was milked from his prick. Even after every drop was gone, his balls continued to pump and twitch, still cumming even though they were totally dry. Pamela felt her eyes roll back, and she didn't care. It felt so good to belong to Mr. Stone and to have him use her this way. She wanted him to never stop fucking her. She screamed her pleasure to him one last time, as she begged him to fuck her forever. Finally, when both of them were totally exhausted, Peter untied the girl and allowed her to wrap her body around him. Pamela whispered, "I love you Master." as she held him even tighter with her arms and legs, and the muscles inside her. He smiled as he looked deep into her eyes, and then he told her the words she longed to hear, "After I rest for a few minutes, I will give you your wish." Pamela smiled too, for she knew that even though she was his servant, her Master loved her. Because he loved her, her Master would keep her forever. Since he was a strong man, and she was his any time he wanted her, Pamela thought to herself that in a way, he never would stop fucking her. The blonde smiled as she felt the big cock slowly growing soft inside her. He had filled her full of his cream, and she liked the way it felt as it leaked out of her pussy and ran down into the crack of her ass. She kept her arms and legs wrapped tight around her teacher, and tried to hold his now flaccid penis as deep in her as she could. She purred her satisfaction into Mr. Stone's ear, as she kept holding his warm body tight against her. Pamela new that Mr. Stone had found her true self, and she hoped he would always make her serve him with all she had to give. She now knew it was really true that she gained the greatest pleasure from serving her Master. She realized that by giving everything, she made it possible for her to receive all of the pleasure and satisfaction her Master had to give her. She was warm and happy as Mr. Stone kept holding her very tightly. After a time, she fell asleep in his strong arms. Peter Stone was happier than he had ever been. He was holding the most beautiful girl, young enough to be his daughter, in his arms. She was asleep from sheer exhaustion from the fucking he had given her. He knew she was in love with him, and he smiled with pleasure because he knew she would want him to take care of her in the same way for the rest of their lives. He was elated she was so hot. She had not minded the pain of losing her virginity, and had cum many times even though it was her very first time. Peter Stone smiled again, thinking of the pleasure she would bring him for the rest of their lives. He felt as if his chest would burst from the pride of making her first time one she would always remember with a big smile. He knew he was looking forward to keeping her satisfied for the rest of their lives. Then he relaxed and fell asleep feeling the glow of her body next to him, secure in the knowledge she would soon wake him wanting more.

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