Rebecca D - Bound to please

Another problem was becoming an urgent priority for her too. Pam had to pee very badly. Her bladder was painfully full, but she could not find a restroom that opened off the kitchen.

"Were you masturbating while you were preparing dinner Pamela?" Mr. Stone asked. The girl knew he had been watching her, so he would know that what she said was true when she told him, "I wanted to very much Sir, but I was working, so I did not. Also Sir, I am a virgin, and I don't really know what to do to myself. I have read some books, but I have never had a lot of luck trying out those things."

"Did walking down the hall with James excite you?"

"No Sir, I have never gotten excited by looking at men before. While I was making dinner, I thought about what it would be like to have you touch me and what it would be like to touch you. As I watched you read, and thought about being on my knees in front of you, my juices started flowing so that I was all wet inside. It dripped down my legs too. It made me feel all itchy, and sticky."

"You are keeping me here and making me be your servant, and that makes me hate you, but every time I look at you, I want you to take my virginity." The girl stood trembling before him now.

"Your honesty will be rewarded some day Pamela," he told her.

"I need to use the bathroom before I have an accident Mr. Stone." Pam was almost sobbing now.

"We will discuss being made to wait after dinner. Go relieve yourself. Make sure you wash your hands before you go finish our dinner." James appeared out of nowhere, and led her out of the study. He took her back down the hall to the kitchen. Once inside, he showed her a small button by the light switch.

Pressing up on the button opened a concealed door to a well equipped bath room. Pam was pleased with her uniform for the first time. She did not have to fight her way out of clothes to use the toilet. There was nothing covering her crotch at all, so all she had to do was sit; but not wearing panties made her feel like getting to the bathroom was a major emergency, even when she didn't need to go all that badly.

Pam was angry at Mr. Stone for putting her through this kind of humiliation, but she had to admit that she was attracted to the strength and power that was so obvious in Mr. Stone.

She knew that she now respected her teacher more than she had ever respected any man in her life.

Pam struggled to deny it, but the sticky residue on her thighs forced her to admit that she was sexually attracted to a man for the first time in her life. She knew too that it was a powerful attraction that would have to be acted upon very soon.

As she cleaned herself, it was difficult not to start touching herself. Her attraction was quickly turning into need, and she yearned to use her fingers to bring herself some relief from the maddening itch in her clitoris and the empty, hungry feeling in her virgin vagina.

To keep herself from giving in to her desires, Pam tried to think about the assignment her teacher had given her. After all, she reasoned, if I am late serving his dinner, he may decide to punish me more severely. First she thought about her job. It was a position of personal service, she decided.

In our society, she thought, people in such positions have much less status than the person who employs them. Since it was a position of lower rank, she was sure it was meant to teach her not to think too highly of herself. The way Mr. Stone controlled every aspect of her life made her feel like he was telling her she had messed up badly so far. Since she respected him so much, this made her feel very humble.

Then too, it was hard to feel snotty when she had to ask permission to go pee, and could not walk around the house without an escort.

Next she thought about her uniform. It made her feel very meek in Mr. Stone's presence, and her desire to cover herself made her feel very vulnerable too, so that she had no desire to argue with him. She feared the kinds of punishment he could inflict on the exposed and unprotected parts of her body. Pam realized that as she stood before Mr. Stone while he examined her, she had been overcome with sexual desire and need for him. She knew her costume prevented her from concealing any of her feelings from her teacher. She was startled to realize that it had pleased her to show off her naked breasts and pussy to Mr. Stone. She had enjoyed knowing his eyes were on her nipples and that he was wondering what her tits would feel like if he took one in each hand and began to squeeze them gently.

She had to admit that having him stare at her silky little blonde bush made her shiver all over with anticipation. She was sure he was trying to imagine how wonderful it would feel to fill her tight, virgin cunt with his hard cock. She wondered if he knew how much she wanted to know how it would feel to have him inside her. Pam's new desires made her feel very soft and helpless inside. She knew her mind was not working very well, and she just couldn't put everything together into a single hypothesis. Pam decided she had better hurry to serve Mr. Stone. She would just have to wait to think about all these things.

Pam set up everything she needed to serve the meal on two large silver trays, then she paged James. Almost instantly, James opened the door. He quickly picked up the heaviest tray, and led the way back to the study.

Pam saw that a small table with one chair was set up in the study. There were two tray stands next to the table.

Pam and James placed the trays on the stands, then James quietly left the room. Pam set one place at the table for Mr. Stone. She poured the wine, then she pulled out the chair and stood beside it, waiting. Mr. Stone put down his book and crossed to the table. Pam guided the chair under him so that her teacher was seated without a hint of awkwardness. She took the white linen napkin, unfolded it, and carefully spread it on his lap. She had to fight down the urge to be a little clumsy on purpose and brush against his crotch with her hand. Her desire to touch him was almost more than she could stand, and her curiosity about his size and thickness was becoming unbearable. Pam bit her tongue to help get herself under control. Carefully, Pam prepared a plate for Mr. Stone. She felt like she must be blushing all over once again because her desire was so strong, her juices were flowing again. Pam was angry with herself because she couldn't seem to control her desire for this middle aged man. Why did she want him so badly?

The realization hit her, like a fist to her solar plexus, he was the first man who had the balls to MAKE her behave.

The excitement of knowing that he could, and WOULD make her do exactly what he wanted was overwhelming. She realized that some primitive instinct was telling her that he was a male strong enough to be a desirable mate. Her body was responding and preparing itself for mating. Pam's mind tried to tell her body that she did not agree, but the hormones surging through her blood told her mind to shut up and keep out of the way. Pam realized that her body was in control. It was making it impossible for her to think or run. The scent of her overheated pussy was unmistakable, and she felt herself blush again because her naked cunt was just inches from Mr. Stone's nose.

He smiled as he ate, and Pam was sure he was laughing at her weakness, congratulating himself on how easy it had been to tame her. She wanted to run, but she couldn't move.

Mr. Stone looked up at Pam and smiled. "Have you thought about why you are being trained as a maid?" he asked.

"Sir, I think it is to teach me not to think too highly of myself," the girl said haltingly.

"NO. A person can never think too highly of themselves. In fact, when one has a healthy self image and lots of self confidence, they would never consider behaving badly towards another person."