Rebecca D - Bound to please

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'?" Pam 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."

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.