Rebecca D - Bound to please

When she did, Pam heard her mother's voice trying to explain to her that they could not support her or give her the kind of education she deserved, and needed to survive in the modern world. Pam could hear both of her parents sobbing by the time the tape ended, but she was not impressed.

No matter what they said, her parents had sold her to a dirty old man with a grudge against her. Pam nearly lost it at that point, but she was a very intelligent girl, and she realized that she had no idea how Mr. Stone would respond if she started screaming at him. She knew that if she acted nasty, he might make her punishment even worse, so she bit her lower lip and kept quiet.

Now the reason for the room, the door locked from the outside, and the clothes that fit her exactly were clear to Pam, Mr. Stone intended to keep her there for a long time.

Mr. Stone sat down in his chair, and pulled a low stool close to it, motioning to the shaken girl he said, "Please sit down Pamela, I am sure you have several questions you would like me to answer."

Pam fought harder than ever to control herself, and quietly walked toward him and sat down where he had indicated. She was aware that he could see her naked pussy when she sat down, but that really didn't seem to matter much just then. Pam knew that if he intended to rape her, she would not be able to stop him, and she would not be able to escape. She thought he would have done it already if that was his plan. Pam decided all she could do was try to obey him and hope he would not force her.

"I am 18, can my parents legally sell me?" Pam asked, as coolly as she was able.

"Your parents did not sell you dear," he said in that annoying, lecture voice Mr. Stone used when he thought you did not know something EVERYONE ought to know. "You are really what might be called an indentured servant. I am responsible for caring for you and providing you with an education. You will work for me until I have recovered the sum paid to your parents in the value of your work, and I have fulfilled my obligations to you. First you will be learning the duties of a maid, so that you will understand your real options in this world completely. Then if you are able to learn to perform those tasks PERFECTLY, I will teach you the skills you will need to be my research assistant. Of course you realize that you will not be leaving this house for you instruction. I have taught in the public schools as a service to the community, not because I needed the money. I have resigned to devote all of my time to your education. Since you are over 18, you are not required to be in public school."

"I have set up your records to show a transfer into a private school. By the way, everyone at good old Warren G. Harding High thinks you ran off to Hollywood. Bets are 8 to 5 you will be doing porno flicks or hooking on Sunset Boulevard within a week. Legally, you are my ward, and I am your guardian."

"As long as I am providing you with a full time educational program, I have complete legal custody of you, even if it takes 20 years to educate you to my satisfaction. The agreement with your parents is quite legal, and impossible to break. You see, they had you declared incompetent so they could put you away. You gave them so much grief, they were half crazy from the stress. They are not as strong as some people."

"They meant well though, so don't be too hard on them. At least they realized they could not manage in time to try to save you."

"I do not choose to believe the garbage you are spouting." Pam jumped at the sound of her own voice. Had she really become such a disagreeable bitch? Mr. Stone picked up a remote control and pressed a few buttons. Suddenly, a ten foot television screen dropped down from the ceiling.

Pam was shocked to see her face filling the screen. As she watched and listened to herself, the image seemed to change from a beautiful young woman to an ugly old hag. The sound of her voice changed too. The expression on her face had completely destroyed all of her beauty, and the horrible voice hurt her ears. Pam thought that her teacher must have used some kind of special effects to fool her, but she made herself ask politely to see the tape again. When Mr. Stone started the tape, Pam saw that nothing had been done to alter the sound or the image.

"I didn't know I made myself so ugly!" Pam exclaimed. "I have been trying to keep under control because I wasn't sure how you would punish me, but I just can't seem to do it by myself." Mr. Stone smiled at the lovely girl and said softly, "Then you do agree you need help my dear?"

"Yes Sir," Pam responded simply.

"Can you believe that I want to help you Pamela?"

"Yes Mr. Stone."

"Will you put yourself in my care so that I can help you?" the teacher asked. "Yes Sir," Pam responded. "I know I am lazy and pig headed Mr. Stone. I know I need someone strong, like you to make me behave myself. Please help me so I don't turn into a lonely, ugly old hag," the girl begged.

"If I agree to help you Pamela, you must promise me you will obey me without question. You must also understand fully that if you do not obey immediately, perfectly, and cheerfully you will be punished. I will be the only judge of what is appropriate punishment for your disobedience, there will be no appeal, and I will carry out my sentences personally and immediately. I will not permanently injure you, but I may find it helpful to cause you to experience some pain if I should feel I do not have your full attention when I am helping you correct your behavior."

Pam looked shocked, but she realized she needed help badly, so she said, "Yes Mr. Stone, I understand."

Peter Stone was elated. He had the girl started on the path he had been obsessed with since she had teased him with her nubile body the very first time. He hoped that whatever Gods there might be would forgive him for ruining her father's company just so he could buy the girl. He felt that his intervention was justified though because the rebellious girl was more than her parents could possibly handle, and would have caused them major heartaches in the future.

Now he began his carefully planned program of education and re-training he had developed just for this girl. "Pamela, you will not understand the purpose of everything I tell you to do. I often will tell you why I wish you to do something, but at times, I will not have time. At other times, I may not wish you to know my purpose until you have taken the time and thought to figure it out for yourself. In any case, you will obey me in all things, or you will be punished. Is that clear Pamela?"

"Yes Sir," the girl answered.

"Good. Now we will begin your education. Why do I want you to learn to be a PERFECT maid?" the teacher asked.

"I don't know Sir," Pam replied.

"Your first task will be to question yourself constantly as you are being taught to be a perfect maid, as to why you need this training."

"As soon as you develop a hypothesis, you will phrase it concisely and present your speculation to me the instant you believe you have phrased it understandably. Since this is the most important lesson you need to learn, you will call me any time of the day or night that you discover the answer. If your hypothesis is not correct but shows careful thought, I will provide additional learning experiences for you to consider as you continue to search for the answer. If your attempt shows no thought, and is sloppy, you will find that I am much less understanding."

"Will I know what the punishment for each type of mistake will be?" Pam asked.

"Always thinking, I see. Not as profitably as you might, but perhaps there is hope for you. No, Pamela you will not know ahead of time how I will punish you. I don't punish mistakes, but I will punish disobedience and sloth severely. I have no interest in jail house lawyer games, so don't try to play them with me. If I even suspect you have the delusion that you can fool or manipulate me, your punishment will be swift and severe."