Rebecca D - Bound to please

"I have never had to deal with someone as strict as you Mr. Stone. Please be patient with me."

Peter laughed in Pam's face and told her, "Don't think you can flatter your way past me either missy. Do you know why your uniform is designed as it is?"

"I think it is to show me you can tell me what to wear or make me do anything you want to. I also think it is to humiliate me and is part of my punishment for teasing you in class."

Pam said this quietly and politely, then she looked down at the floor, expecting the worst.

"If your punishment for shooting beaver at me was the only issue here you would be correct. Think about how being trained as a maid is different from being punished for being a tease," Mr. Stone said. "I don't understand why I need to learn to be a maid, so I can't find the difference, Sir," Pam answered.

"Well keep thinking about it until you know," Mr. Stone said with a grin.

"Pamela, can you tell me what time it is?" Mr. Stone said this in a way that made Pam shiver, but she wasn't sure why.

"It is 6:45 Mr. Stone." Pam froze at the sound of her own voice. She knew she had been instructed to serve dinner at precisely at 6:00. Now it was 6:45, and she had not even begun to prepare anything. "I forgot Mr. Stone. I was so interested in talking with you, I forgot." Pam was shuddering with fear. She simply did not know what Mr. Stone might do.

"Pamela, there are no excuses here. I do not expect to hear anything like an excuse from you ever again. Do you understand dear?"

Pam heard her own voice saying, "Yes Sir," very softly.

Mr. Stone placed a gold watch on her wrist. Small diamonds circled the dial, and five large ones formed a bar on each side. "You can't be expected to know what time it is without a watch. It is a very different thing to have a watch and 'forget' to wear it. Do you understand the difference Pamela?"

Pam looked at Mr. Stone, and her face softened a tiny bit.

"Thank you for the watch Sir," the girl said in a soft, breathy voice. "It is one thing to lack tools, but another thing all together not to use the tools you have been given," Pam answered quickly, almost without thinking.

"That is correct," Mr. Stone replied. "Now Pamela, why do you need to be punished?"

Pam was shocked to hear herself say, "I did not ask you for the time. Your watch is large, so I noticed you were wearing one right away."

"Correct again. I do believe there may be some living brain cells inside your head," Mr. Stone said. "For your punishment, I am going to teach you a lesson about waiting."

Her teach quietly that Pam was immediately aware she would not be able to talk him out of anything.

"First, you will learn to wait to find out what your punishment will be. I will have James show you to the kitchen. There are instructions posted there for you. You will follow those instructions exactly. Ten minutes before the food is ready to be served, you will buzz for James to escort you back to the study with the place settings required."

Mr. Stone continued his instructions as Pam tried hard to concentrate so that she could remember each detail. "You will also bring the wine to me so that I can open the bottle and allow it to breathe. You will mix my before dinner drink at the bar here in the study, then you will return to the kitchen and bring our dinner back to the study. I will give you further instructions at that time."

Pam could not believe how detailed his instructions were, and she was shocked at how meekly she obeyed him.

There was something about Mr. Stone that made her feel she must obey him. She knew he really would punish her too, and that certainty made Pam anxious to please him. James led her to a wonderful kitchen that seemed to be built in two sections. The first was a cozy, farm house kitchen. Pam guessed it was for use when only a few were to be served. The largest section was a complete four star restaurant kitchen.

Every bit of each kitchen was spotlessly clean.

The air was fresh too, with no hint of unpleasant odors from garbage or incomplete cleaning. Pam saw the list of instructions in the country kitchen.

Before he left, James said, "Miss Pamela, you must remember to call me when you are ready to serve dinner to Master Peter. It would not be safe for you to be wandering around the house by yourself. Some of the built-in defenses can be quite nasty, and the triggers are not easy to avoid." Then James showed her the location of the button that paged him, and the control panel for communicating with the rest of the house.

On the monitor of the control panel, one could view the room selected. Pam pushed the button to turn on the picture and sound from the study.

"Thank you for joining me Pamela," she heard Mr. Stone say. "I am listening to some Bach this evening. I hope you will enjoy the music while you prepare dinner." Then Mr. Stone turned back to his book, sank back into the big chair, and seemed not to notice her any more.

Pam was sure he was watching her though. She was surprised at the quality of the sound as the intercom system brought the organ notes swelling up into the kitchen and the music swirled through the room. Sometimes the notes were like swallows, gracefully swooping and gliding through the air. At other times, they reminded Pam of a swarm of angry bees chasing a clumsy hiker into a mountain lake.

The time passed pleasantly for her as she followed Mr. Stone's instructions and prepared their dinner. It was a simple, light but nourishing meal. The way that it was assembled with style made it an elegant feast for the eyes as well as the palate.

Pam noted right away that only the finest ingredients were stocked in the pantry. She saw the attention to detail that had gone into every aspect of the kitchen. The design was perfect so that there was no wasted space, and no extra traffic was required during preparation. Even the shopping, stocking of the pantry, and the refrigerator were precise. Pam understood that there was a beauty to this precision, and she tried as hard as she could to make sure all of her contributions to the meal were perfect too. This made her wonder about the lessons Mr. Stone would be teaching her. She also started to wonder if she might be happier being Mr. Stone's maid than being a lonely high school or college student.

As she prepared the meal, Pam found she could not keep from glancing at the monitor every few seconds.

She thought to herself, "Mr. Stone is really good looking and in great shape for his age." Pam also found herself wondering more and more often what it would be like to lose her virginity to Peter Stone. Pam knew a lot of girls talked in the locker room about creaming their panties over some cute guy, but she had never had any clearly sexual feelings before. Now, she became aware of an aching longing she couldn't put a label on.

There was an emptiness inside that seemed to need filling very badly, but she could not think of how to fill the void, and she could not think of what might be causing her strange new feelings. She was becoming aware of an increasing curiosity about Mr. Stone's body.

She also that when her mind started thinking about what was under Mr. Stone's clothes, she started to feel squishy when she moved. At first she though the stress of the day had made her get her period early, but after she checked herself, Pam realized that the wetness in her vagina was being triggered by her thoughts about her teacher. When she tried to visualize his body naked, or tried to picture herself touching his prick, the juices in her pussy flowed freely, spilled out and dripped down her legs. Pam could not concentrate on her work in the kitchen, so finally, she had to turn the monitor off. She was terrified that Mr. Stone would be able to see or smell the remnants of her excitement, but she was afraid to use kitchen towels to clean herself.