Rebecca D - Bound to please

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."