Rebecca D - Bound to please

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.