Chapter 7
At precisely 7:00 AM Pam heard the alarm go off. She was hoping that Mr. Stone
would not take teaching too seriously today. What she really wanted was to
make love, go back to sleep, then get up about noon and after a long hot bath
and a leisurely lunch, she thought she could put in a good two hours of study
before she would need to have her teacher fuck her brains out again. Pam
grinned to herself as she stretched and got ready to try to seduce Mr. Stone.
She couldn't believe the changes in herself in just one short day. She had
always worn cotton or flannel pajamas to bed, but here she was in bed with her
teacher. She had worn a very sexy gown while he was making love to her last
night, but he had removed it before they went to sleep. She felt happier than
she could ever remember. Feeling the warmth of his body against her naked skin
gave her a deep sense of contentment and safety. She knew she belonged to her
teacher in a very literal sense, but this just added to her feelings of love for
him. He was a truly strong man for he was able to make her behave. She liked
that a lot because besides knowing that he had the strength to protect her if he
ever needed to, she felt a lot better about herself as a person because he was
strong enough to make her behave like a civilized adult. Her spoiled, rich
bitch behavior had left her very lonely and unhappy. She hated the way she
acted, but for some reason she just took those feelings out on others instead
of changing herself and improving her life. Pam had to admit that her teacher
really did know what was best for her"
She also was proud that she had everything he needed.
She started thinking about how she could please and satisfy him even better so
that he would never even look at another woman. Pam laughed at herself when
this thought came to mind. She felt slightly awkward thinking about someone
else first, but then she realized that she needed Mr. Stone, and she would need
him more every day for the rest of their lives. She rationalized that she was
really just looking out for herself. She wanted to please and satisfy him
completely so that he would always want her, and this would guarantee that she
would always have what she needed so very much.
Pam stretched, and turned over on her side so that she could press her naked
body tightly against Mr. Stone's body. The feel of his ass pressed against her
pubic mound excited her, and she could already feel her lubricating juices
starting to flow. Pam carefully slipped her right arm under her teacher's body
and wrapped her left arm around him. The thought that he was sleeping and
helpless excited her even more as Pam thought about all the things she could do
to arouse and seduce her guardian and lover. She was surprised how quickly
this line of thought brought her to the place where her need for him began to
hurt. It burned deep inside her empty pussy, and it itched unbearably in her
erect and pulsing clit. Even though she had just given up her virginity, she
felt an intense desire to have Mr. Stone do everything to her that it is
possible for a man to do to a woman. She wanted him to do everything he had
ever thought or fantasized about so that he would know how completely he owned
her body, her mind, and her love. She ached to have him deep inside her and
feel the power of his body again. She wanted to feel him penetrating her
swollen labia with his rock hard dick and filling her empty pussy so full of
hard prick that it would feel like the head was going to come out her mouth
because he was ramming it into her so deep and so hard. But then an
overwhelming desire to give him something he had never had before overcame her.
She knew she was fairly ignorant about what a man and woman could do to give
each other pleasure, but she felt a powerful need to do something for him that
was slightly kinky or maybe even a little painful or even embarrassing for her.
Pam knew she wanted to do something for her lover that he had never had a woman
do for him before. She wanted to give him pleasure he had never felt before.
She wanted to show him how completely she belonged to him. Pam was not sure
exactly what she wanted to do, but she knew her teacher would be able to help
her make her wish a reality. Mr. Stone would know exactly what she needed Pam
thought. She couldn't wait to tell him about her desire, and her need for him
was unbearable now, so even though she wasn't sure she should wake him, she
began to run her hands slowly and gently over Peter's body. She shuddered a
little as she caught herself thinking about her teacher by his first name. She
knew that was his name, but she also knew he might not want her to address him
that way even though he had made love to her, and even though she knew he cared
for her. Pam quickly reorganized her thoughts and made herself call her lover
Mr. Stone even in her mind. She was sure that was the only way to keep herself
from slipping up and speaking his name. She turned the word "Master" over in her
mind to get the feel of it and to see how it made her feel to call him that.
The strength of the shiver of delight it gave her frightened Pam a little. She
knew she would need some time to get used to the idea, but she realized that
admitting Mr. Stone owned her excited her sexually in a way that was more
powerful than she had thought possible. Pam knew that she might as well be his
slave because her body and her emotions belonged to him completely. The idea of
surrendering herself to anyone, especially a man with such complete power over
her was very frightening. Pam shuddered at the thought of being totally owned
and completely enslaved. It nearly panicked her, but her hands were stroking
Mr. Stone's cock now, and her cunt needed to be filled so badly that she took
control of her fears and forced them out of her mind. She knew that just
thinking about being a slave had made her as hot and as wet as when her teacher
had played with her body for the first time. Pam couldn't keep her hips still,
and she was rubbing herself against her teacher's ass as she stroked his cock.
She wanted to play with her clit, but she knew it would only make the itch
worse. Pam had completely accepted the fact that the only way she was going to
feel really satisfied was from having Mr. Stone's cock ramming deep into her
over and over again. She needed him to make her cum so many times she lost
count, fuck her until she was too exhausted to move and fill her with his hot
semen. She loved the feel of his hard cock deep in her cunt and she knew she
could not live without the feel of it swelling inside her from the pleasure she
was giving him. She knew she had to feel the scalding cum spurting into her
several times a day to be truly satisfied and happy. Pam was not sure if Mr.
Stone was awake yet, but his prick was definitely hard enough to fuck, so when
her need overcame her, she rolled her lover onto his back and straddled his
body. Her dripping pussy was hovering over his fully erect penis as she moved
herself into position to impale herself on his throbbing dick.
Pam grasped the hard cock with one hand and began to rub the head against her
clit. It felt so good, it made her shiver with pleasure and it made her want to
feel it ramming deep into her drooling cunt even more than ever. She took the
stiff prick and ran the head around in circles so that it stroked the inside of
her inner labia, touching her in all her sensitive places, making her need him
inside her more and more. Then she felt herself guiding the head into the
opening of her hungry pussy and stirring the opening of her boiling vagina with
it. Her juices coated the head and made it slide nicely as she teased her clit
and cunt opening with his cock. Her mouth watered as she thought about the
feeling the satisfying hardness of his prick slowly penetrating her eager pussy
until she had eased herself down onto every inch of it and she contained all of
him within her. Before she gave herself the treat she wanted so badly, Pam was
overcome with a need to feel the pulsing hardness in her mouth, so she quickly
moved so that she was kneeling above Mr. Stone's sleeping body. Her legs were
spread and her slit was only inches above his lips. Pam was still holding his
hard cock in her hands and now she began to lick the head with tiny movements of
her tongue. As she began to work on the rigid shaft, her feelings became more
and more intense, and her need for a good hard fuck grew deeper and harder to
control. Her tongue began to move on its own as her instincts and her body took
over and her mind sank into a red haze of lust and passion. Soon she was
licking and sucking his dick with every bit of her mind focused on making this
the best blow job he had ever felt. Her hands could not stop cupping his balls,
and though she tried very hard to be gentle, she was so out of control from her
need and arousal that she squeezed hard enough on his tender balls to draw a
yelp from her teacher. Peter came awake immediately. He had been aware of the
wonderful sensations as his lovely ward used her body to bring him pleasure
and he had been enjoying the way she used his cock like a living dildo to
arouse herself. When she changed position and began sucking and licking his
cock, Peter had to fight not to respond too much so that he did not give away
the fact that he was awake.
He was amazed but pleased at how totally she was concentrating on his dick,
almost as if she were a primitive tribeswoman worshiping a sacred phallus with
her mouth. The way she was sucking and licking him was so good, he was sure it
was the best blow job he had ever felt. When she started playing with his
balls, Peter had to fight against the urge to tense up. It felt good, but he
was afraid she was so carried away in her erotic thoughts that she would
squeeze too hard.
A man always is very sensitive about how a woman plays with his balls, and so
Peter was mentally prepared for the pain when Pam lost control and squeezed too
hard. The pain caused him to cry out reflexively, but he was completely in
control of himself when Pam threw herself on her belly at his feet and begged
him to forgive her.
"Master, please forgive your clumsy slave girl" she begged. "Your property only
wanted to bring you pleasure Master. The feel of your manhood in my hands
excited your slave so much she got carried away. Please, Master, don't beat
your slave girl."
Peter knew that he must use this situation to teach Pam a lesson, but her hands
and her mouth had aroused him to the point that all he really wanted to do was
bury his aching prick deep in her wet pussy and fuck her very, very hard, until
the heat and tightness of her cunt and the sound of her moans of pleasure and
her screams of passion, as he made her cum again and again, took all of the
pain away.
He fought to gain control of his need to pound his cock into her as hard as he
could. Finally, Peter got control of himself and said, "Slave girls often get
carried away. It is strict discipline that helps them develop the control and
judgement they need in order to be perfectly pleasing to their Master. You
had a good idea little slave, but you must learn to control your enthusiasm and
apply it properly so that you bring your Master only pleasure."
"Master is not angry with his girl?" Pam asked. "No slave. Your Master
understands that these things will happen while you are being trained. There is
no reason to be angry with you. You tried to please your Master, but you made
a mistake. However, you were not totally pleasing, and therefore, you will be
punished to help you remember not to make the same mistake again."
Pam turned white as she thought of how he might choose to punish her. She
hoped he would just tie her up and then fuck her dripping pussy very, very
hard. She knew that as soon as her Master shoved his hard cock deep in her
cunt she would feel so much pleasure she would forget the pain of being tied.
She also knew he needed her just as badly as she needed him. She hoped that
when he had creamed her cunt two or three times he would be satisfied and would
decide she had been punished enough. He took so much pleasure in making her
cum over and over again, that she hoped he would not be able to keep himself
from taking her.
Pam knew that she had become so sensitive to the feel of his hands on her and
the feel of his prick deep in her pussy that she would be cumming the way she
had the night before as soon as he started pleasuring himself. For that reason
she was hoping her punishment would be having him fuck her very, very hard; for
that would really not be punishment for her at all, but exactly what she wanted
and needed most. Pam was not afraid, of what he might do to her anymore
though, for she knew the only thing that would really hurt her would be if he
refused to touch her"
Pam thought if she could force herself to confess how hopelessly she loved him,
how desperately she needed to feel him inside her, and how totally he owned
her, her Master might have mercy on her when he punished her. Pam was sobbing
now as she tried to find the courage to tell Mr. Stone she loved him. She
thought that was going to be the hardest part because he already knew he owned
her body and could make her do anything he wanted. Because she needed him to
fuck her so badly, he would also know that she would be eager to obey every
command. Now Pam was fighting with her ego and long years of misinformation.
She had struggled to admit her body was owned, but now she had to force herself
to tell her Master, the man who owned and commanded her, that she realized and
accepted the truth and reality of his ownership"
Even more though, she had to tell him that she would not just mope around as
she had been taught to think slaves did because they were miserable being
owned; she had to tell him she loved being owned, that it excited her sexually
beyond her wildest dreams to be his slave and his property at his command. She
had to confess to her Master that she loved him for being strong enough to own
her and she had to tell him that she loved being made to serve him.
Pam was so overcome with conflicting emotions that she could not speak, so she
knelt on the bed and kissed Mr. Stone's feet and looking directly into his eyes
she whispered, "I love you Master."
Peter Stone knew that this would always be the proudest, happiest moment of his
life. He had taken a rich bitch, spoiled brat virgin and turned her into the
most desirable sex slave a man could possibly imagine, and in the process, she
had fallen totally in love with him.
"Of course you love me slave girl, I am your Master. An owned girl really has
no choice in the matter you know. Once she realizes she is truly and completely
owned, she cannot help but fall in love with her Master. Even if he is fat and
has bad breath, she will desire him more than any man she has ever known. She
cannot help herself in this, slave, it is part of being owned; it is part of
being a pleasure slave. If it had not been a part of your nature to be my sex
slave, you would not have been able to please me, nor would you have been able
to submit yourself totally to me. It is not possible to pretend about these
things. So you see, you became my slave because deep inside you were a slave
girl. By owning you, I have freed you and allowed you to become what you really
were all along."
"Your girl is grateful Master." she replied softly. Pamela lowered her eyes as
she spoke. "Please do not punish me so severely that your property will not be
able to serve her Master fully and perfectly." she said. There were a few
moments of silence as Peter though about an appropriate punishment for his
beautiful young ward and Pamela thought about how terrible it was going to be to
be punished by a man as strong as her teacher. "Master, may your girl speak her
mind fully?" she asked in her most seductive tone of voice. "Yes, I require you
to speak your mind fully at all times. I may choose to punish you if what I
find there is not pleasing, but you will not attempt to hide any of your
thoughts or feelings from your Master." Pam got a dreamy look on her face, and
she shivered with pleasure as she thought about what she was going to say.
"Master, your girl wants to please you fully. Your slave wants to show you how
completely you own her heart as well as her body. Master, your slave girl would
like to know if there is a way you have always desired to be served by a female
slave, but have not found the right girl to serve your pleasure. If there is
some way your slave can serve you with her body that Master has never
experienced before, your girl would love to give her Master the only gift she
has to give, her full and eager service in any way Master might desire. I know
my full service already belongs to Master, but your girl hopes to show Master
how much more pleasing a slave girl who gives her service freely can be. It
would also help Master's property think of herself as having some value. This
would increase her efforts to please Master, and therefore, the value of
Master's property would also increase. I know that a slave girl is worthless
unless she can serve her Master perfectly. Please Master, let your girl serve
her Master perfectly."
