CHAPTER 2
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.
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."
"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.
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.
