Rebecca D - Bound to please

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.