Rebecca D - Bound to please

Pam jumped when he said "NO" she realized that she cared what he thought of her. She felt that right now she would be happy just to be his cute little air head if he would just hurry up and take her, ending her suffering by filling her starving pussy. But Pam knew it would not be fair to ask Mr. Stone to settle for second best and make do with an air-head. She knew he deserved everything she could give him, her looks, her body, and her brains. So Pam fought to gain some control over her mind, trying hard to bring all the facts together into one hypothesis, but her body wanted to be fucked so badly that the girl could not think of anything except how to get Mr. Stone's prick deep inside her as quickly as possible.

Finally, Mr. Stone looked into her eyes. "Do you want me to touch you?" he asked softly.

"Please Mr. Stone. Please touch me and teach me how it feels to be a woman. Teach me how it feels to be loved by a man." Pam was breathing heavily now, and her body was so ready to be fucked, her wobbly knees would hardly let her stand.

Mr. Stone stood slowly and gently took Pam's arm to support her and keep her from falling. He led her across the room to a large couch that Pam had not noticed. Her mind was so hazy that she felt like she was floating across the floor, held by the strength of Mr. Stone's arms. He laid her on the couch, and then he began to touch her. Pam jumped when his hand first made contact with her breast, and she almost started to protest out of habit, but his touch felt so good to her that soon the girl relaxed and remembered she had asked him to touch her. Pam liked the way he worked on her slowly. He didn't grab at her, he just kept touching her in ways that felt better and better. He seemed to have all the time in the world, and he did not rush. Soon she was squirming on the couch, and begging him to squeeze her tits harder. He always seemed to know exactly what would feel good to her, and when she asked him for something, he gave it to her. He worked her breasts over good, and she started to feel a direct connection from her bursting nipples to her clitoris and vagina. Pam grabbed his head and shoved a nipple into Mr. Stone's mouth. He began to lick it until it was so hard Pam thought it might explode.

Then he started sucking on the berry red bud and Pam went crazy from the feel of it. He sucked harder and harder, and Pam tried to cram more and more of her tit into his mouth. She felt hot all over, and she wanted him to take all of her clothes off, but he just kept working on her breasts. She thought she would go crazy if he didn't give her more, but it felt so good all she could do was squirm and moan.

Finally, when her tits were so sore she didn't want him to touch them, but it still felt so good, she didn't want him to stop, he began moving his hands down her tummy. He would drag his finger nails over her skin, and make her shiver all over from his touch.

Then he began to stroke the inside of her thighs. Pam nearly wiggled off the couch, the touch of his fingers felt so good there.

When he finally started caressing her between her legs Pam did scream. Everything he did seemed to make her hotter than what he had been doing to her before. Each thing he did felt so good, Pam didn't think anything could possibly feel better, but he always seemed to know another, more sensitive place to touch, and when he touched her there, Pam would go wild from the feel of it. He concentrated on each little part of her, so that even though she felt like she was out of her mind from the pleasure he was giving her, she could clearly remember how each thing he did felt, which parts she like touched best, and exactly how each part should be touched.

Finally, he began to stroke her clitoris directly. Now Pam understood why he had taken so long getting her ready. She knew she would not have been able to stand it if he had touched her there first. Now Pam felt her hips humping up at his teasing fingers to make the contact with her pleasure bud even harder and more thrilling.

Pam was aware of a new feeling in her throbbing clit, and it drove her to arch her back and thrust her hips harder at the fingers that were at the same time, pleasuring her and tormenting her. Satisfaction, and that mystical thing, orgasm, that she had heard so much about was dancing, just beyond her reach. Mr. Stone was holding back, she knew. Pam just wanted him to slam his rock hard dick into her by this time, but Mr. Stone had not taken off any of his clothes. Pam humped faster then, deciding she just had to get herself off on his fingers. Seconds before she came, Mr. Stone pulled his fingers away quickly.

Pam was pissed, but her brain was just not working because she was so aroused. Before she could move, she felt herself being tied to the couch so that she could not move. Mr. Stone had tied her with her legs spread wide. Her hands were above her head, and stretched tight so that she was very uncomfortable from her bonds. Also, she could not touch herself to try to calm the terrible itch. Pam began to cry from her frustration. She needed Mr. Stone, inside her, and she needed him right now. Mr. Stone moved so that he could look deep into her eyes. "Pamela," he said quietly, "I am going to punish you now. I am going to make you wait until you are in such an agony of need that you will come the second I penetrate you."

"When you feel me fill you, you will begin to cum very hard, and you will keep cumming until I have finished with you. But for now, I will leave you to suffer alone. This is your punishment for being a tease."

Pam wanted to scream, but she did not want to take a chance on making him angry with her, so she kept her voice quiet, but she begged her teacher to fill her with his hard cock and put her out of her misery by fucking her hard all night. Mr. Stone just smiled at her, and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Then he was gone. Pam was alone in the huge study. The fire still burned brightly, but all the other lights were turned off.

Pam knew there were cameras in the house for the security system, so she was sure at least one was pointed at her.

She was enraged at the thought of Mr. Stone watching her like this. How dare he reject her when she had offered her beautiful young body to him, and had even begged him to take her virginity.

Pam raged at him inside, but she did not open her mouth for fear she would say something that would make him angry. She realized that her punishment could be a thousand times worse. She was not standing this mode of discipline well, so she wanted to make sure she did not make things worse for herself. The ropes cut into her wrists and ankles, but the worst torture was the need in her empty pussy, and the itch in her still twitching clit.

Hour by hour, the time drug by. Pam was hungry and thirsty, but most of all, she was tormented by her need to have Mr. Stone inside her. She realized what a hard master he was going to be, and she was amazed to find that she loved the idea. He would make her behave, and he would keep her in line. He would make her beg him to fuck her, then he would give her the kind of work out most men only dream about because they are too weak to take from their woman the thing that in her secret heart she wants to give him most, but can not unless he is strong enough to take it from her. This amazing paradox brought many things into perspective for Pam. She thought that she understood many things now about the training Mr. Stone had designed for her.

Now, she tried to concentrate on the pleasant moments of her time under his control. She remembered the glow it had given her to hear him tell her she had done well. She remembered how proud she felt that he looked at her body.

It had made her feel sexy to know she had a body he would take the time to undress with his eyes. Knowing he wanted to ram his cock deep inside her as much as she wanted to feel it filling her made her even more eager to be taken.