From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Bound To Please  (MF, bdsm) [1/12]
Date: 4 Nov 1996 21:17:35 GMT

			   Bound to Please
				 by
			      Rebecca D.
			     Chapter One

	Pam was used to getting her own way. She had been a very
spoiled and bratty child. The fact that she had been a strikingly
pretty little girl with very long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes,
and perfect creamy skin led many people to ignore her lack of manners.
As she developed into a beautiful young woman with a very curvy body
and a beautifully swelling bust line that seemed incredibly voluptuous
on her 5' 1" body, the situation just got worse. She was slender, with
a flat tummy and a tight, but curvy bottom. She was the kind of woman
who makes men get a hard-on just by being alive, bringing out the kind
of lust that turns a man's cock to steel and his brain to mush.

	Since she weighed only 95 pounds, she made a man wonder where
in her tiny body she would possibly find room for his cock, but the
desire to find out was almost unbearable. When she walked by in a
tight dress with a short skirt or tight jeans, it made a man short of
breath and made him feel his insides were being ripped out. She walked
with that gentle sway of her hips that says, "I am not a tramp, but
I'm all the woman you can handle, if I should choose to let you handle
me." Her sexuality was not overt, but it was very powerful all the
same.

	All through school, Pam could get what ever she wanted by
giving either her parents or her teachers a big smile.

	In junior high, she found that if she wore the right clothes
and bent toward them a little when she asked, she could get anything
she wanted from any of the male teachers.

	Since she looked very small and helpless to her male teachers,
they wanted to take care of her like a daughter, but at the same time,
they longed to fill her young body with hard cock, squeeze her tits
and suck her nipples. She had the most exciting figure her teachers
had ever seen, and it drove them crazy knowing that her lush body and
powerful sexuality was forbidden fruit they could never possess.

	Pam talked her father into insisting she be assigned to a male
counselor during her freshman year, and after that, she was able to
get her schedule set up so that she had only male teachers.

	Pam did not have any boy friends because she was so bossy and
selfish that none of the boys would put up with her. Because she
always wanted to run things, none of the girls would have anything to
do with her either. Pam didn't really care though because she thought
she was above all of their childish antics.

	Besides, she was going to be a serious actress, and she did
not have time to waste on them. She worked herself into the favor of
the drama teacher, and every year she had been picked for the female
lead in every single production. She much preferred to discuss the
classic ways to play a character with the drama teacher than gossip
with girls about which boys they were dating, or wanted to date, or
how far a girl had let her boyfriend go last Saturday, or who wasn't a
virgin any more after the prom. Pam though her life would go on just
as it was until she graduated. She was trying to make plans for the
future, but she did not know what she wanted to do. She knew she could
talk her father into just about anything, but she was not sure what
she wanted to talk him into.

	She thought about going to college and continuing her drama
studies, she thought about going to New York and taking acting classes
while she tried to break into Broadway. She thought about going to Los
Angeles and trying to get into movies. All of these sounded like good
ideas, so Pam was not thinking about which she would rather do, she
was thinking about were it would be easiest to use her looks to get
what she wanted. Unfortunately for Pam, the world is always changing,
and something was about to change her life forever.

	One day Pam came home from school and was shocked to find that
her father was already home. He did not look well, and at first, Pam
thought he must be sick. When he asked the family to sit down around
the kitchen table, Pam knew something was very, very wrong. The first
thought she had was that her parents were getting a divorce. Her next
thought was that she would choose daddy to live with because he could
not say, "NO" to her. Before her thoughts had raced off in that
direction too far, her father pulled her attention back. He looked
down at the table and said quietly, "My company was bought out by a
Japanese firm today.

	"They are sending a new management team from their home office
to take over. I will get a few thousand dollars severance pay, but
basically, as of Monday, I am out of a job. The market is so bad, I
don't think I can find anything right away. In fact, it may take over
a year to find a comparable position."

	Then he made Pam give him ALL of her credit cards. He looked
very sad as he cut them into little pieces, but Pam had more respect
for him at that moment than she had in her entire life. He went on to
tell the family that they would have to sell the house and move into
an apartment to save money. Also, they would be selling his Jag, his
wife's BMW, and Pam's ZR1 Vette. He had already made a deal for a
Festiva for the family, and he told Pam she would just have to ride
the school bus.

	Pam and her mother both started to cry. "How will I be able to
face my friends at school?" Pam sobbed. Her father looked at her
sadly, and said, "Pam, if you get an after school job, you might be
able to make enough to pay for some school clothes that aren't from
K-mart." Pam scowled, but she knew she would have to follow her
father's suggestion if she wanted any decent clothes to wear. The
family agreed that while Paul looked for a new job, Pat would go apply
for a job training program. Pam would stay in school, but she would
try to work a few hours a week to help with her expenses.

	Pam launched herself into her drama activities at school with
even more enthusiasm than usual. Her teacher told her that her
practice scenes were better than anything she had ever done before.
Pam enjoyed teasing her male teachers. She liked sitting with her
short skirt pulled up just a little too much, and her knees just a
little too far apart. Watching the male teachers try to keep from
staring was really amusing. Of course none of them were able to keep
from looking, and some of the lame dodges they used to try to see far
enough up her skirt to tell if she was wearing panties were really
hilarious. They looked like the character John Candy played in
"Splash,' throwing coins on the floor for an excuse to bend down to
get a better look up her skirt.

	Pam started taking her anger at her parents out on her poor
teachers by shooting beaver at them more often and more openly than
ever before. She started wearing red panties one day, then black lace
ones the next so that the men were a wreck at the end of class from
wondering if she was flashing a naked crotch at them. She started
wearing hose and garter belts instead of panty hose to make the
glimpses she gave them even more exciting. She also started wearing
very low cut bras that pushed her breasts up and in so that she had an
even more exciting cleavage to show off.

	She started wearing sweaters and blouses that were much lower
cut than anything she had ever worn before. Pam played with her
teachers unmercifully. She would bend over their desks to hand in a
paper. The neckline of her top would fall forward so that they could
not help seeing down her top to the lacy bra and the swell of the tops
of the creamy mounds of her breasts.

	Sometimes the bra would hang down a little so that the teacher
would nearly be panting with desire because he could see all the way
to her erect nipples of her size 34 C breasts. In more than one class,
the poor teacher had not been able to get up from his desk after Pam
handed in her paper.

	She also liked to drop her paper and then bend down to pick it
up so that her tight little ass was turned toward the frustrated
teacher. She would bend down so that he could see her panties as the
short skirt rode up in back. The sight of the tops of her hose and the
garter belt drove the teachers crazy too. Pam knew that since she was
still a minor, none of them would try anything with her, so she felt
completely safe, though she teased them unmercifully.

	Pam teased her drama teacher worse than any of the others.
Peter Stone was young, he was rich, and he was very good looking. One
day, Peter told Pam to stay after class. She was excited because she
thought he was going to tell her she had the lead for the spring play.
Pam was smiling as Peter told her to sit down. She had especially
enjoyed teasing him because he seemed to get so embarrassed from not
being able to keep his eyes off her. She also liked to talk to him,
and then bend over so that he could not help but see down her blouse.
He would get so flustered, he would have trouble talking, and
sometimes, he even stuttered. It gave Pam a warm feeling inside to
know she had the looks and body to attract such a handsome man. It
gave her a confidence in her femininity and sexuality that the
attention of boys her own age never could. Now, as Pam sat looking at
Peter, all she could think about was how far she could go teasing him
now that the rest of the class was gone. Before she could think how
she was going to torture him today, Peter began talking to her in a
tone she had never heard before. He sounded so strong and powerful,
not at all like the weak, wimpy professor type she had believed him to
be.

	Now, she felt a whole new set of emotions as he began speaking
to her. "Pamela, I know about your father's business troubles. I know
you have had to move out of your house, and I know your father had to
sell your Corvette. I also know you are supposed to be looking for an
after school job."

	Pam gasped when she heard how much he already knew. "Yes, Mr.
Stone," was all she could think to say. Her teacher smiled at her and
said, "You are going to start working at my house every day after
school. I need a maid to keep the place tidy, and I think the uniform
I have for you will fit perfectly."

	Pam gave her teacher a haughty sneer and said, "There is no
way in the world you can make me work as a maid!" Mr. Stone laughed at
Pam so that his pretty student began to squirm in her seat a little.
"I'm sure your parents would like to know how you behave around
school. In fact, I am sure your mother would really love to know how
good you are at shooting beaver at your male teachers. Then too, it
would be a shame for the school's leading lady to miss out on the
spring play because she failed drama, now wouldn't it, dear." Pam
shuddered as she realized that she had lost control of this man. She
knew she would have to do exactly as he said for the rest of the year
if she wanted to pass his class. She was also afraid he might talk to
her other teachers to get them to help him teach her a lesson. The
though of having to behave and do her work in all of her classes made
Pam shudder. "That's right Pam, you should be afraid," he said with an
evil grin.

	"When do you want me to report for work?" Pam asked. "You have
15 minutes to walk to my house after school," Mr. Stone said quietly.
I will expect you to present yourself at the servant's entrance in the
back, promptly at 4:00 PM. I will show you to the room, where you will
change into your uniform. You will then go to my study. I will be
waiting for you there. I will inspect you for proper cleanliness and
make sure the uniform fits you properly. If it does not, I will mark
it for alterations. When that is done, I will show you around the
house, and instruct you in your duties. You will work until 5:45. At
that time you will set the table in the dining room with one place
setting at the head of the table. You will set up everything so that
you can start serving dinner at 6:00 precisely. You will make sure
that hot dishes stay hot and cold dishes stay cold.

	"Every dish of each course must be at the correct temperature
when you place it on my plate or in my bowl. All beverages must be at
the correct temperature when you pour. Keep in mind that I will check
these things, and that I do not tolerate less than perfect service.
You will stand beside my chair so that you will be able to keep my
glass full at all times. You will call me either Master, Sir, or at
the very least, Mr. Stone. Do you understand, Pamela?"

	Again, "Yes Mr. Stone," was all she could think to say.

	"All right, Pamela, I shall expect you at exactly 4 o'clock.
You may go now," Mr. Stone said.

	Pam felt strange for the rest of the day. One part of her was
very frightened. Another part seemed to be excited by the fact Stone
anymore. Even more exciting was the knowledge that he had a great deal
of power over her now.

	As she walked to the Stone mansion, Pam told herself she would
be respectful, speak only when spoken to, never give an opinion unless
asked, and in general, give Mr. Stone no reason to want to punish her.

	Pam arrived at the servant's entrance five minutes early, but
she simply stood a 4 o'clock to press the bell. She was shivering as
she waited for Mr. Stone to answer the door, and her imagination was
running wild.

	She knew the fact that yesterday was her 18th birthday might
change how Mr. Stone treated her, and what he expected from her. She
knew he was going to punish her well for teasing him so cruelly, but
she wondered if she would like it better if he punished her by taking
her virginity instead of making her clean toilets. She knew she hated
the kind of cleaning he would want her to do, and she had started to
think more and more often about what it would feel like to have a hard
cock pushing into her, ripping through her hymen, and filling up the
aching emptiness of her tight little cunt. Pam wanted to cry because
she knew she would not have any say in how she was punished, and that
Mr. Stone would do exactly what he wanted with her. Mr. Stone opened
the door and ushered the nervous girl into the mansion. He turned
without a word, and led her down a long hall. He stopped and opened a
door at the end of the hall, and motioned her inside. The room was
very nicely decorated. Pam saw that it was furnished with fine Early
American pieces. The bed looked even bigger than King size, and was
covered with a quilted spread that had a pink rose bud design. The bed
was turned down on one side so that the matching sheets and pillow
cases which had a white lace border, could be seen. The curtains also
carried the same pattern and the same delicate white lace border.
Carefully laid out at the foot of the bed was the maid's uniform.

	The moment Pam saw it, she knew Mr. Stone was going to want
full service from her, not just maid service. There was the
traditional "French Maid" uniform with its tiny skirt and low neck line,
but the white, ruffled panties she expected were missing. Instead, Pam
saw a black lace bustier with satin half cups and garters. She looked
carefully, but could not see any kind of panties at all, not even a
G-string. The girl hoped her new employer had planned to let her wear
her own white cotton briefs, but somehow, she was sure her "little girl"
underwear did not fit into her teacher's plans for her.

	As she continued to look at the uniform, she could see the
black opera hose were real silk, and the black patent leather shoes on
the floor at the foot of the bed had the highest, skinniest heels Pam
had ever seen. She did not want to take off her school clothes and put
on this costume, but Mr. Stone gave her instructions, and she found
that she felt compelled to obey him completely. "Take off all of your
clothes and hang them neatly in your closet Pamela," he had said.
"Then go take a bath, not a shower. You will wash yourself thoroughly.
When you are finished washing, push the button at the back of the tub,
and Agnes, my house keeper will dry you, fix your hair and nails, help
you dress, and choose a perfume for you. You will only wear items of
clothing that I have provided, and you will not put on a single item
of your school clothes. Is that perfectly clear Pamela?" His words
made Pam shiver.

	"I will be waiting for you in my study. Do not dawdle. I will
tell you now that you will be staying here until all of your duties
are done perfectly. There will be no advantage in taking a long time
preparing yourself, so do not keep me waiting long." Again, the tone
of command was so strong that Pam felt herself shaking from the sound
of her drama teacher's voice.

	Pam was expecting Mr. Stone to stay and watch her change into
the maid's uniform, or to try to seduce her after her bath, or even to
rape her while she was naked and helpless. When he told her a woman
would dress her, Pam was astonished.

	She felt relieved that he would not rape her, but frustrated
that he did not seem anxious to take her. She had never met a man with
such control, or felt such a sense of pure power about a man, and now
her curiosity about sex and her growing desire to lose her virginity
made her angry at Mr. Stone for ignoring her obvious feminine beauty
and her developing sexuality. She wanted to do something to get his
attention. One part of her wanted to get him hot, then leave him as
frustrated as she now felt. Another part of her wanted to drive him so
wild that he would not take "NO" for an answer. She wanted to arouse
him to the point that he would not be able to stop if she should try
to refuse. In the end, Mr. Stone solved her dilemma for her by telling
her to prepare herself quickly, then he turned and went down the hall
toward his study. Pam heard the door latch behind him, and she went to
lock it from the inside. She experienced a severe panic attack when
she discovered that there was no way to bolt the door from the inside,
and that the door was locked from the outside, so that she could not
leave.

	Pam wondered if Mr. Stone had video cameras hidden in the room
so that he could watch her and see her body when she undressed. Pam
decided none of that really mattered, and so she began to follow the
instructions he had given her.

	When she opened the closet to hang up her school clothes, she
found that all her other clothes were hanging there. Pam was confused
by now, so she tried not to think, and just did exactly as she had
been told.

	There were hampers marked for the type of clothing and the
type of washing each would receive. Pam sorted her clothes into the
proper hampers.

	She went into the bath and found it much larger and more
elegant than she had expected. The tub was huge, and she started the
hot water running into it immediately. She found a wonderful
collection of bath oils, and she chose one she knew was so expensive
her father would not have been able to afford it even before he lost
his company. Pam put in just a little more than the directions called
for so that she would be sure to get the full effect and benefit. The
fragrance filled the room, and made it seem that she was in a tropical
garden. Pam slid down into the bath and let the water caress her skin
while the warmth and fragrance relaxed her body and her mind. She
quickly washed herself with soap that matched the scent of the bath
oil. When she finished, her body felt clean and wonderfully pampered.
She washed her hair with a salon formula shampoo that only very
special clients were allowed to purchase, at a suitably ridiculous
price. When she finished rinsing out the excess conditioner, Pam felt
more alive, and definitely more female than she had in her life.
Suddenly she felt chilly, and remembered that she had not been able to
find any towels.

	She pushed the button at the back of the tub, and an older
woman's voice answered. "This is Agnes, Miss." The woman sounded
friendly and cheerful.

	Pam was afraid Mr. Stone would punish her even more if she was
not polite, so she thought carefully, and then she said, "Agnes, this
is Pam. Would you please bring me some clean towels and help me get
ready?"

	"Of course dear, I'll be right there," the house keeper
responded.

	Pam looked up to see a panel in the back of her closet
swinging shut, and a tiny woman carrying a tall stack of towels coming
toward her.

	Agnes put the pile in the linen closet, then took the top
towel and wrapped it around Pam's dripping body. She took another and
began to dry the girl's thick, long hair. The towels were bigger and
softer than any Pam had ever seen, and they had a wonderful, fresh
smell. Pam felt even more relaxed and feminine as Agnes dried her,
fixed her hair, and shaped and polished her nails. In fact, she felt
very elegant. Agnes helped Pam into the bustier, and made adjustments
with laces and hooks so that it fit her body perfectly.

	Pam was very nervous about the half cups. The thought that her
breasts would be supported but uncovered worried her. What kind of
pervert was Mr. Stone anyway? she thought. Then Agnes helped her slide
the silk stockings on. They felt delicious as they glided up her legs.
Pam was amazed at how long they were. Most of the hose she had did not
fit her very well because her legs were longer and more slender than
the proportions of most women her height. These seemed as if they had
been made just for her. The hose tops were so high on her thighs that
Agnes hand brushed against the golden curls of Pam's silky pubic hair
when she fastened the garters for her. Pam jumped from the touch, but
then she relaxed again because it was clearly an accident.

	Next Agnes showed her how to put on the maid's uniform without
mussing her hair.

	Finally, Pam stepped into the shoes. She took a few wobbly
practice steps to make sure she would be able to walk in heels that
were at least twice as high as the tallest she had ever worn. Pam knew
she was not going to be graceful when she walked, and she was afraid
Mr. Stone would make fun of her lack of sophistication, but she was
relieved to find that the shoes did not hurt her feet, and that her
balance was good enough that she didn't have to worry about falling
down.

	"Agnes, could I please put my own bra and panties on?"
Pam asked. Her nipples were erect and standing out, and she felt like
she could not get herself dry between her legs. She felt like she
must be making squishy sounds when she walked, because it felt that
wet between the outer lips of her pussy.

	"No dear," Agnes replied. "You must learn to do exactly what
Master Peter tells you." Pam frowned, then she said, "I am trying to
learn, but this is all so new to me, I need your help."

	Agnes smiled at her and said, "Just do everything Mr. Stone
asks you to do, and do it exactly the way he says to. If you do those
two things, everything will be wonderful for you dear."

	Pam looked at herself in the mirror, and she was amazed at the
transformation Agnes had worked on her. Her coltish cuteness was gone,
and before the mirror stood the truly beautiful woman she was
becoming. Her hair was up, so that her neck, throat, and breasts were
perfectly displayed, but her hair did not look sprayed in place. Her
blonde tresses still looked like they would form a soft, silken cloud
around her pretty face if the pins that held her hair in place were
removed.

	The cosmetics Agnes had used were of such high quality, and so
skillfully applied, that it looked as if she was not wearing any
make-up at all, except for the deep red of the lipstick that made her
lips instantly capture the eyes.

	Pam's full, red lips seemed to be the center of her face, and
held the focus so powerfully, that indeed, they seemed to be the very
center of her being. Pam was both pleased and disturbed by her
appearance. All the changes that day had left her confused. She
wondered why Mr. Stone wanted her to bathe before she started learning
her duties.

	If she was going to be cleaning house, she would just get
dirty again. She was bewildered by the luxury of the bath and the
cosmetics provided for her to use. One usually saves such expensive
things for a mistress, while a maid would be given something
inexpensive and more practical to use. She was angry that Mr. Stone
intended to humiliate her by making her wear this ridiculous and
obscene costume. Forcing her to serve him with her nipples and most of
her breasts exposed was bad enough, but forbidding her to wear panties
when the skirt of her uniform only covered half of her bottom was
almost more than she could bear.

	Every time she bent to dust, clean, or serve dinner her
teacher would be able to see all of her bare bottom, and most of the
time he would also be able to see the crotch she had been flashing to
torment him for her own amusement, but now it would be totally naked,
and the uniform skirt would hide even less than her mini-skirts. She
had badly misjudged what kind of man she was dealing with, she knew
now, because he had made it clear he was going to make her pay in full
for her fun.

	Pam knew she must be strong and go through with this so that
Mr. Stone would not tell her parents about her terrible behavior.

	"After all," she thought, "how long can he keep me here?" She
was sure he would be done punishing her tonight, and then he would
leave her alone if she behaved herself in class. Pam knew she could
get through anything, no matter how rough, if it was only going to
last one night!

	Agnes looked Pam over from head to toe, then smiled at her
handiwork and said, "You'll do dear.

	Now go stand by the door and wait for James to guide you to
Master Peter's study." Pam was still frightened by the fact that the
door to the room was locked from the outside. She took a deep breath,
and forced herself to walk to the door. As Pam stood waiting, all of
her confusion and all her fears came back so strongly, she was not
able to clear her mind. She wondered why she was given such a
beautiful room to change in, when any bathroom or closet in the house
would have served for a girl who was only going to work after school.
The thing that bothered her most was that Mr. Stone knew her exact
dress and shoe size. It was too strange that every part of the costume
fit her as if it had been custom made.

	The height of the heels made it seem like hours, but in
reality, it was only a few seconds later when the door opened very
slowly and quietly.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Bound To PLEASE (MF, bdsm) [2/12]
Date: 4 Nov 1996 21:18:03 GMT

			   Bound To Please
				  by
			      Rebecca D.
			     Chapter Two

	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.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Bound To Please (MF, bdsm) [3/12]
Date: 4 Nov 1996 21:18:40 GMT

			   Bound to Please
				 by
			      Rebecca D.
			    Chapter Three

	"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.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Bound To Please (MF, bdsm) [4/12]
Date: 4 Nov 1996 21:19:18 GMT

			   Bound To Please
				  by
			      Rebecca D.
			     Chapter Four

	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 wrong. 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.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Bound To Please (MF, bdsm) [5/12]
Date: 4 Nov 1996 21:19:53 GMT

			   Bound to Please
				 by
			      Rebecca D.
			     Chapter Five

	Pamela awoke with a start. For a few panic filled seconds, she
did not know where she was. She was confused too!

	She was naked with her arms wrapped around Mr. Stone, her
teacher. At first, she could not remember all of the things that had
happened to her.

	Then, slowly and almost painfully, the events of yesterday
came back to her. Pam realized she felt good holding Mr. Stone in her
arms.

	Then she noticed that the bed under her was soaked from where
her teacher's cum had leaked out of her pussy. She felt like she had
run for miles, and from the feel and odor of the sweat that had dried
on her skin, Pam knew Mr. Stone had worked her very hard indeed. Her
pussy felt sore, but Pam couldn't keep her hands off herself. She
started stroking her clit, and then her body made her remember how she
had given herself so completely to her teacher.

	As the good feeling started to swell within her, she also
remembered how completely Mr. Stone had mastered her, and how totally
he had made her his lover, not just his maid. Now Pam felt she had to
have more, so she started stroking one finger into her pussy.

	Her slender body began to squirm on the bed, and then she
forced a second finger up into her needy cunt, pushing both fingers as
deep into herself as the would go. She began to stroke her fingers in
and out of her hungry pussy very slowly, while she stroked her clit
with the index finger of her other hand.

	When her cunt began to feel very hot and very wet, she changed
hands so that her fingers, slippery from being buried deep in her
starving pussy were now stroking her clitoris, and two fingers from
her other hand were now slowly pumping in and out of her hot, wet fuck
hole. She moaned quietly, and her hips seemed to move by themselves.

	She tried to hold still, but her body would not obey her mind,
and she began squirming from the pleasure her fingers were giving her
sensitive clit and her horny cunt. Just as she was about to cum for
the first time, and had started working her fingers harder and faster
to bring herself release, Mr. Stone woke up. Pamela was happy and
excited when he opened his eyes, because she thought that as soon as
she finished herself off with her fingers, he would mount her and fuck
her until she had cum and cum and cum, and that he would keep on
screwing her horny little body until she was not able to move.

	Pam was shocked when Mr. Stone grabbed both wrists so hard
that he hurt her. "Stop that at once!,' her teacher ordered. "Did you
ask my permission to pleasure yourself?,' he growled at her. "No
Master," she answered quietly.

	"Pamela, when are you going to learn that your body is not
yours to do with as you please?" Pam trembled when she heard the edge
in his voice. The words were spoken quietly, but still they stung her
as badly as if he had cut her with a lash from a whip. "All of your
being, even your orgasms are my property. I will decide when to reward
you for perfect service to me by giving your body pleasure. You will
not touch yourself to pleasure yourself again unless I command you to
do so. Do you understand me girl?" Pam was even more shaken by this
latest claiming of her by her Master. She could comprehend him owning
her body and telling her how to dress, when and how to work. She
wanted him to take his pleasure on her body any time he pleased
because he knew how to make her feel so good, but she could not
understand why her teacher did not want her to masturbate.

	She knew she had many thousands of orgasms locked inside her
young body, and she could not understand why Mr. Stone would care if
she brought herself a few brief moments of pleasure.

	She knew she could have at least ten orgasms for every one
time he could cum, so why would he miss one or two little pleasure
spasms, especially when he was asleep when her need came on her. Pam
moaned, "I need to cum so bad, please don't be angry about a little
orgasm here or there, I have more than you'll ever be able to use up.
Please finish me off quick, before I go crazy. Do whatever you want to
me, just please make me cum quickly." Peter Stone scowled at the
little blonde as she writhed in her agony of need on his big bed.
"Foolish girl.,' he said sharply. "You have not learned anything of
importance yet if you do not know why I am angry with you. You must
depend on me for all of your needs and you must learn to trust that I
will provide for you. Though your body is wracked by the pain of your
need, you will not do anything except crawl to my feet and beg me to
grant you relief from your agony. I am an intelligent man and a good
and kind person. I will not let you deteriorate from lack of use. I
will not let your responsiveness become diminished. I will give you
what you need, but I require it of you that you only receive your
pleasure from my hand and my body. In seeking to give yourself
pleasure, you have set yourself against my will.

	For this, you will be punished." Instantly Pam found she was
crying. She apologized, begged, and pleaded with her teacher, but
nothing she said made him waver. Even when she started begging him to
let her suck his cock and begging to take his load in her mouth, he
still was firm in his resolve to punish her. Pam was imagining the
intense pain of being teased to the brink of orgasm, only to have the
brass ring ripped from her grasp as he had done time after time when
he was first teaching her through his sexual torture of her hot, young
body.

	When she realized that he planned something even more
difficult for her, she stopped crying and tried to collect all her
strength to help her bear whatever he might choose to do to her. The
sight of his rock hard cock sticking straight out was like a club to
her, for she knew she had angered her teacher so that he would not use
her until he was satisfied that she was perfectly punished for
opposing his will. Peter wrapped a heavy hemp rope around Pam's little
wrists, and before she knew what was happening, she found herself
having her wrists hoisted up by the rope until she had to stand on her
toes to keep the tension off the rope.

	Pamela looked shocked that he would do something like this to
her. Then, Peter tightened the rope just a little more, so that her
sexy little body was hanging by her aching wrists.

	Now she was only able to ease the pain by standing up as high
as she could on her toes. Her arms started to ache as all of the blood
drained out of them.

	Then, to her rage, Mr. Stone began to ease his big cock into
her dripping pussy. He sawed it roughly in and out of her sore cunt
and quickly squirted his cum deep in her vagina. This time, she truly
knew he was taking her for his pleasure alone. He was jacking off in
her pussy. "Maybe after he shoots his cream into me,' she thought, "he
will forgive me and fuck me to give me pleasure."

	It hurt to hang from her wrists like this, but she knew she
had to keep herself under control and take her punishment.

	Mr. Stone's face told her that nothing she could say would
change his mind. Pam realized that he was masturbating in her cunt to
show her that her body was already his. He would do exactly what he
wanted to with her. He would take his pleasure on her body whenever
and however he wanted, so offering to give him sex was pointless. He
could already have her as much as he wanted. Pam was devastated by the
realization that she had nothing she owned that she could give to the
man who was making her fall in love with him.

	He owned all of her, even her orgasms, and he would take
whatever he desired from her to suit his desires and to give himself
pleasure. She knew she would make her body move just as he desired not
through her own will, but because he commanded her to please him
perfectly. She needed the pleasure and satisfaction only he could give
her so badly, she could do nothing except obey him totally. Pam also
realized that she loved and needed Mr. Stone so deeply she would never
be able to force herself to refuse to give him sexual pleasure, and
more than that, she would never want to deny herself the pleasure she
knew he would give her every time he took her.

	Pam sobbed bitterly from the pain in her wrists and the
knowledge that her lover was so angry with her he would punish her by
denying her the sexual pleasure and satisfaction he loved to give her.
In order to teach her a lesson, he was making the sacrifice of taking
less than all she had to give.

	Pam was suddenly overwhelmed with love for her teacher. She
did not want him to have to settle for less than the very best she
could give him. Quickly she begged him again to take his full pleasure
on her body. She told him of her love, and begged, "If you need to
beat me or whip me to teach me my lesson, please do so, but I beg you
not to settle for less than the most pleasure my body can give you.

	Please let me do my best to please you perfectly.

	I cannot bear to think of giving you less than my best."

	"If you truly wanted to please your me, you would not oppose
your will to mine." Again, his rebuke stung her. "Do with me as you
will. I surrender everything to you. I love you so much, I will be
your slave if that is what will make you happy," the girl sobbed. Now
he guided her legs around his waist. This took the weight off her
wrists, and as the pain subsided, she was able to feel the full
pleasure of having his hard cock slowly sinking deeper and deeper into
her wet pussy. Now he moved his hands behind her bottom cheeks, and
guided her body down onto his throbbing hard-on. She moaned with
pleasure as he went deeper than ever into her cunt. Pam moved her hips
to take him as deep as possible and stroke his shaft just right with
the hot, clinging walls of her silky pussy. Soon they were pounding
their bodies together with such force that Pam thought the head of his
big cock was going to force open her cervix and ram up into her womb.
Peter had not been trying to hold back, and as Pam used her inner
muscles to suck on his cock like a hungry mouth, he could not keep
from taking everything she had to give him.

	He realized it had been foolish to try to punish her in that
way.

	He rammed deeper and deeper into her aching cunt. The force of
his strokes made Pam start to feel the pleasure she needed so badly.
As her clit began to get rubbed just right, she found herself
completely out of control as she rode his hard cock and tried
frantically to impale herself ever more completely on the rock hard
dick that was now so deep inside her hot, dripping pussy.

	Finally, she reached her limit of endurance and the intense
stimulation of her clitoris and the feel of his big cock thrusting
deep inside her again and again brought the young girl to the peak of
passion.

	When her orgasm exploded inside her like a flash of lightning
inside her skull, her tortured brain made her hump wildly to get every
inch of his hardness deep inside her starving pussy.

	When she started using her strong inner muscles to grab and
stroke his cock, he could not resist her. The feel of her silky cunt
sliding over him again and again were too much for him, and it felt as
if her vagina was sucking the cum up out of his balls again.

	Before he could react to stop it, his cream was spurting out
deep inside her milking, spasming, climaxing cunt. As he tried to get
every inch deep in her clinching pussy, Peter felt his knees start to
weaken from the force of his cum.

	Pamela felt the terrible pain in her wrists again as her
lover's knees collapsed and he put much of his weight on to her aching
wrists as he held her body tightly. Pam hurt all over from the pain of
hanging by her wrists, but she did not want his cock to come out of
her cunt before she had finished cumming one more time. Even though
the pain was bringing tears to her eyes, Pam tried to move her body in
ways that would make her teacher want to keep driving his cock into
her as hard and as deep as he could.

	Pam felt the best cum of all start to explode inside her.

	It raced out from her twitching clit to consume her mind and
body. She screamed with pleasure as she felt the head of his cock ram
into her cervix, and the waves of her orgasm ripped through her with
more power than she had ever imagined was possible. Pam hurt badly,
but she also knew that her sex starved body was more satisfied now
than ever before in her life.

	When neither of them had any strength left, Peter clung to his
ward with his shaking arms, and Pam held him tight with her strong
legs wrapped tight around his waist, still trying to drive him deeper
and deeper into her as her last cum shook her tortured body to its
core.

	"Thank you Master for taking care of my need, and easing my
agony from wanting you," the girl moaned softly as the full pleasure
began to fill all of her body with the soft glow of post orgasmic
bliss.

	As soon as Mr. Stone had recovered enough to put his weight on
his shaky knees, he gently released the girl from her bonds and
tenderly carried her to his big bed. Pamela was amazed at the
tenderness he showed her. She was totally exhausted, and she hurt
badly from hanging by her wrists.

	She did not care if he dumped her into bed. All she wanted was
to sleep. Much to her surprise, he carefully and gently washed her cum
filled pussy until she felt clean and fresh again. He gently dried her
with a soft towel, then he put the most beautiful nightgown she had
ever seen on her weary body.

	When he had taken care of everything, Mr. Stone tucked her
into the king-size bed and pulled the satin sheet over her.

	Next her lover pulled the comforter up to her chin. Pam
nestled down with a contented smile on her face, and went to sleep
immediately. She knew her teacher cared for her very much, for he had
taken care of his slave's body with his own hands.

	She knew he was still the strongest man she could imagine, and
the knowledge that he would punish her if she did not obey him in all
things left her feeling very soft and female.

	She also felt more satisfied than she had ever thought
possible. Her pussy was sore from the fucking he had given her, but
she felt so fulfilled that she knew she would beg him to fill her
again if he showed even the slightest interest in her body.

	Pam woke again in the night, but this time, she knew exactly
where she was. She smiled and snuggled closer to Peter's warm body.
She still felt the deep peace and satisfaction Mr. Stone had given her
by forcing her to yield up orgasm after orgasm for his pleasure. She
felt the power of his body even as he slept. He was close beside her,
and he felt warm and good. She turned on her side, and wiggled closer
to him so that his limp cock would press against the silk nightgown
where it covered her softly rounded ass. She knew she didn't really
need more sex, but she couldn't keep her hips still and she squirmed
to make his cock rub against her. She was very pleased with herself to
feel her lover's cock get hard from rubbing against her, and she
squealed with delight when she felt his strong hands close over both
of her breasts. He began working her breasts over with a slow kneading
that made her nipples get hard and super sensitive. Soon her nipples
were fully erect and she felt like they would explode. He took them
between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and began rolling and
squeezing them at the same time. Pam moaned, and pressed her squirming
bottom more firmly against his steel hard dick to make it feel even
better for him. Pam felt as if her body were on fire from the heat
radiating from her teacher's body. She pulled the comforter and sheet
back so he could see her writhe from the way he was exciting her and
forcing her body to respond to him. Pamela knew the nightgown Mr.
Stone had put on her was one he had chosen because he thought she
would look sexy and exciting wearing it. Because it displayed her body
to him in just the way he found most exciting, it was like having a
sign that said, "Please fuck me hard, I need it really bad," tattooed
on her forehead. She hoped the sight of her wiggling body in the gown
would inflame his passions so that he would force her to yield her
self totally to him.

	She knew that she needed the knowledge that he could make her
want to be fucked as badly as he wanted to fuck her any time of the
day or night, as many times a day as he wanted.

	She had to know that he owned her and could and would take her
and do exactly as he pleased with her. Pam realized that she needed to
be made to recognized his ownership of her and his mastery over her
before she could relax and give herself to him completely. She needed
to have him use her for his pleasure, and not give her any choice in
the matter. She knew that only then could she give him the most
perfect response to his use of her body, and only then could she feel
the total perfection of his loving her and the total satisfaction that
they both craved.

	Before Pam knew what was happening, Mr. Stone had moved her
little body so that she was lying bent over the edge of the bed. He
was still behind her, and the feel of his strong hands moving her body
into the position that pleased him made Pam even more excited. Every
time he showed her how he owned her, she felt her pussy get so wet,
her juices started to over flow and drip down her quivering thighs.

	Pamela could not believe how quickly the big man moved as he
secured her wrists in cuffs so that she was helplessly laid out over
the bed. The edge was just above her waist, and there was room for
Peter to slip his hand between the bed and her body. Pamela squirmed
with pleasure as his hand began to caress her outer labia. She was
already so excited that they were fully engorged, and his touch made
them feel like they had a pounding pulse all their own. The feel of
her lover's hard dick rubbing against her ass as he reached around her
to play with her cunt lips made her writhe even more. The thought of
having him sink all of his throbbing cock into her dripping pussy from
behind made her toss her head wildly from side to side. Now his
probing fingers had parted her outer lips and were working their magic
on the inner labia as he caressed and stroked her just a fraction of
an inch from her most sensitive places. Pam moaned from the
frustration of having him tease her that way.

	Then, before she could catch her breath, his fingers were
working in slow circles around the opening of her vagina. The feel of
his finger tracing that circle as it gathered her body's lubricating
fluid and became slippery began to drive the little blonde crazy with
lust. Her hips jerked involuntarily as she tried to move to get his
fingers where she wanted them. Pam thought to herself, "I know he
loves me, and I know I can fuck him better than anyone else ever
could, so he will want to do what I want him to right now." Softly,
and in as sexy a voice as she could, Pam said, "Put two fingers from
your left hand in my pussy, and finger fuck me with them. Then take
your right hand and play with my clit and make me cum."

	The words were hardly out of her mouth when Pam realized she
had made a big mistake. Mr. Stone's fingers stopped teasing her around
the opening of her pussy, and instead quickly fastened cuffs around
her ankles. Now Pam knew she was completely helpless. Her legs were
held wide apart by the ankle cuffs, and her body was spread out across
the bed with her ass at his mercy.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Bound To Please (MF, bdsm) [6/12]
Date: 4 Nov 1996 21:20:19 GMT

			   Bound To Please
				  by
			      Rebecca D.
			     Chapter Six

	  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 fiery 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.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Bound To Please (MF, bdsm) [7/12]
Date: 4 Nov 1996 21:20:51 GMT

			   Bound to Please
				  by
			      Rebecca D.
			    Chapter Seven

	   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 tribes-woman 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 judgment 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."

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Bound To Please (MF, bdsm) [8/12]
Date: 4 Nov 1996 21:21:47 GMT

			   Bound To Please
				  by
			      Rebecca D.
			    Chapter Eight

	  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 judgment 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 totally different. 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 her Master'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."

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Bound To Please (MF, bdsm) [9/12]
Date: 4 Nov 1996 21:22:19 GMT

			   Bound to Please
				  by
			      Rebecca D.
			     Chapter Nine

	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 acknowledgment
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 and body.

	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 mMaster', 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.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Bound To Please (MF, bdsm) [10/12]
Date: 4 Nov 1996 21:22:54 GMT

			   Bound To Please
				  by
			      Rebecca D.
			     Chapter Ten

	 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 kneading 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.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Bound To Please (MF, bdsm) [11/12]
Date: 4 Nov 1996 21:23:17 GMT

			   Bound to Please
				  by
			      Rebecca D.
			    Chapter Eleven

	    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 withdrawal 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
withdrawal 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 raising 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 they 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.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Bound To Please (MF, bdsm) [12/12]
Date: 4 Nov 1996 21:23:51 GMT

			   Bound To Please
				  by
			      Rebecca D.
			    Chapter Twelve

	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 satisfaction 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 wrapped 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 truly, the best I've ever had," Peter told her with a soft smile.

			       The End