Rebecca D - Bound to please

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.

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.