Chapter 9
When Pam woke up, she was delighted to feel Mr. Stone's strong arms around her.
She wiggled her bottom back against him to let him know she was awake. She
quickly remembered how badly she had needed him, but she had been exhausted, and
had not said a thing when he told her to take a nap. Now she quickly regained
the level of desire she had felt before sleep had temporarily quieted the itch
in her clitoris, the empty feeling of need in her cunt, and the ache of her
longing for his love that burned in her heart. Pam smiled as her Master's
strong hands began to caress her body very, very gently. He was wonderful
because he didn't just grab her tits and squeeze or jam his hand against her
crotch. He started very slowly, touching her all over, but staying away from
her primary erogenous zones until her whole mind and body were screaming for his
touch in her most sensitive places. Because of this, when he did touch her, it
felt so good, she wanted to beg him to fuck her forever. Because he was so good
at getting her boiling hot, everything about sex with Mr. Stone was better than
Pam had ever dreamed it could be. Her own fingers knew exactly where to touch,
and how to touch herself, but even though it sometimes felt a little awkward
when he went to work on her, he always brought her far greater relief and
satisfaction than she could give herself, no matter whether he used his cock,
his fingers, or his tongue to work over her clit.
Pam stretched so she could press her ass tightly against his cock and judge how
hard he was. She ended up squirming against the rock hard dick for several
minutes because the feel of his hard-on excited her so much. Pam was enjoying
the feel of his hands on her body, and the silky feel of the skirt and the
slightly rough feel of the lace bodice of her gown. She could tell that Mr.
Stone liked the feel of her silk covered ass rubbing against his cock, because
his shaft got even harder and began to throb slowly.
Pam felt very excited. She began to wonder how it was possible for Mr. Stone to
excite her more every time he touched her and make her cum harder every time he
forced her to orgasm for his pleasure. How could it be more satisfying every
time?, she wondered. Wasn't there some kind of limit to how good it could
possibly be? Pam hoped not. The first time had been better than she had
imagined it could possibly be, but now she was eager to find out just how far
her Master could take her, how fully he could develop her sensuality, and how
fully he could satisfy her. Pam hoped it just kept getting better and better
for both of them.
She really wanted to be able to keep her teacher so aroused that he spent all
his time thinking up ne ways to take her or trying out his ideas so that they
would be making each other feel good all the time.
Pam knew a slave girl could never fight with her Master or oppose his will in
any way, but she thought that if married couples spent more time trying to make
each other feel good by giving each other as much sex as was physically
possible, then there would be no time for arguments or fights. She thought to
herself, if I was married, I'd want a man just like Peter who would keep my legs
spread all the time. Then she realized she must keep herself from thinking
about Mr. Stone by his first name because she was not his wife, she was his sex
slave.
Being lax in her self discipline was very dangerous because it could so easily
lead to a verbal slip that would get her a good spanking, or worse, a day or
more without the comfort and satisfaction of having her Master fuck her brains
out. As soon as she had her unruly mind firmly under control, Pam brought her
attention back to the hard dick pressing against her ass. Mr. Stone did not seem
to be in a hurry to bury his throbbing prick in her pussy, and Pam was so wet
from the feel of his body against her that she was sure she must be making a big
wet spot on the sheet from the juices that spilled out of her horny cunt and ran
down her thigh and back into the crack of her ass. She felt even hornier as she
thought about how wet and ready to be fucked she was just from feeling his
chest pressed against her back and his cock rubbing against her bottom.
Then Mr. Stone did something that shocked the beautiful young girl. Quietly he
said, "For your reward for giving me so much pleasure this morning, I want you
to tell me exactly what to do to bring you the most pleasure when I touch you.
As a special bonus for finding one of the three pleasure I had never experienced
on your first try, I will allow you to command me while I am giving you
pleasure. For a brief time, you do not have to observe the forms and
constraints of a slave girl."
Pam was not sure if this was a test, but it really didn't matter anyway because
she knew now that it was impossible to change what she was in reality by
pretending to be something else.
She smiled shyly and turned to face her lover. "Master, your girl desires
nothing more than to be your slave and to be allowed the honor of touching her
Master's body and bringing him pleasure. If Master will allow his slave to
guide his touches slightly, Master will be more pleased with the response,
service and pleasure his property is able to give." Pam hoped she had said the
right thing, because her need for him was becoming painful, and she knew she
couldn't stand it if he decided to deny her the sexual release she needed so
badly as punishment. She almost sighed with relief when she saw the look of
pleasure on his face, watched his eyes light up with his happiness, and felt the
lust of his gaze as his eyes caressed and then devoured her aroused body.
"That will be acceptable to your Master, girl.", he said. "Feel free to guide
me. But as your Master, I command you to show me all your secret places and
tell me all your secret desires." Pam laughed and said, I will tell you my
secret desires first, because when I show you my sensitive places and how I like
them touched, I won't be able to talk or do anything except squirm, and cum, and
scream."
Peter laughed, and his smile helped Pam relax. He was her Master, but he wanted
to know her and understand her. Pam did not care if it was motivated by a
selfish desire to get every possible bit of pleasure out of her body or
something else. The fact was, he cared enough about her to listen to her and to
want to know all about her. "This is going to sound funny, but I never though
much about sex until you showed me how good it was. I never recognized that the
thing that was making me so cross and difficult to get along with was my sexual
frustration. I just never had the feelings I have now before you touched me for
the first time. There was no way for me to know that I felt bad because of
unsatisfied need, because I had no idea I needed sex. I just knew I felt
unhappy, and I wanted everyone to know. I guess I hoped someone would know what
was wrong and help me. I think that is why I gave my parents so much hell,
because I thought that surely they would know what was wrong and be able to
help. As it turns out, you recognized what was wrong with me, and they did help
by making me your ward. Because I never knew I had needs, I have not had time
to develop fantasies or think of things I want to try. I only know what you
have taught me, so I don't even know all the possibilities yet. All I know is
that now, all I think about is what to do to make you feel so good you won't be
interested in doing anything except making love to me in all of the ways you can
think of, and as many times a day as possible."
The way Mr. Stone laughed when she confessed that she had become a slut who only
thought about how to get him hot enough that she would end up getting laid as
often as possible helped Pam relax even more. She knew now that it was
possible to be his total slave, but still have an intelligent conversation with
her Master. She felt more respect for his intelligence than before because he
was not interested in abusing her in any way. He simply wished to own her and
give them both the maximum amount of pleasure. He was using his intelligence,
knowledge, and experience to make their potential to satisfy each other a
reality.
Pam realized that she was cared for much more than most wives because her Master
dedicated all of himself to their relationship, and allowed no distractions.
The irony was incredible, but Pam realized in that moment that she would never
want any other kind of relationship again. Mr. Stone might tire of her and give
her away or sell her, but she knew deep inside that she would never be truly
happy if she was not owned by a strong Master. She also realized that her
desire to be Peter's wife was not impossible to attain, nor was it an
inappropriate desire for a slave girl. Pam knew that if she proved to her
Master over a long period of time that she was woman enough to meet all of his
needs, and could satisfy all of his desires, he might make her his wife, yet
this would not be the same kind of marriage that people rushed into and then
ended in divorce. It would be an acknowledgement by them both that she was his
slave for life. On his part, he would be telling her that her service was
acceptable and that he desired no other slave. On her part, it would be a sign
of her agreement that her slavery was a true reflection of her nature and that
she knew her true place was serving his pleasure with every bit of her mind
andbody.
Pam could not have told anyone why she knew these things, but deep in her heart,
she knew that if they did get married, it would be a true life time commitment
for them both.
Pam said, "Most of the time I think about how good it feels to have you touch
me, and especially to have you deep inside me. A lot of the time, I think about
how long it will be before I can have you again. Sometimes I think about how
you will take me when you have me again. I try to imagine what you will do to
me, what you will want me to do for you, and how each of those things will
feel." Pam moved a little so she could feel his chest against her back and the
hardness of his cock as it pressed against her ass. It felt good to be held and
cuddled by his strong arms, and the girl thought that perhaps they had reached a
new level in their relationship. It was strange how fast things had moved, she
realized. Only a short time ago she had looked at Mr. Stone as a evil man who
had bought her from her parents. He had seemed a kidnapper, a child molester, a
pervert, and a "dirty old man" to her young eyes until he had forced her to feel
the power of his body and made her yield herself to him. From shortly after he
had brought her to orgasm the first time, something had been growing in her
heart. First there was respect, then total slavery, and now Pam was sure she
felt complete and total love for her teacher and Master. He was definitely her
lover, and she hoped that someday he would be her husband.
Peter smiled as he listened to her and felt the warmth of her body and the
softness of her skin. She was a real treasure and exactly the kind of woman he
had been looking for all of his life. He did not know where this thing was
going, but as he felt his cock get even harder from rubbing against the silky
skin of her ass, he began to wonder if he was falling in love for the first
time in his life. He told himself it was just very powerful lust, and to wait
to see how the relationship would grow and mature before he let his heart become
involved. After all, she was very young, and she might tire of him by the time
she was in her mid twenties. He planned to keep fit so that he could maintain
the vigor of his body, but one never knew what might happen to one's health. He
knew that she gave him the best sex of his entire life, and he had already
decided that if it took an implant to allow him to meet her needs, he would do
that or anything else he could to enjoy the pleasure her body gave him for as
many years as possible. "Pamela, show me exactly where and how you like to be
touched.", he said in a low, husky voice. "It is a little embarrassing for me,
but I think that is because this is all so new to me. I have gone from having
no sexual thoughts at all to having all my needs met instantly.
I haven't had the time to lie in bed, alone and horny to dream or fantasize.
All I can do is let you play with my body in the ways you can imagine, and then
guide you to the center of the target if your first touch is on the outside
edge. We can explore my body together and find out what makes me respond in
ways that are most pleasing to you, Master, and give your slave girl the most
satisfaction. If that will suit my Master's purposes, I can show you how I
would like you to start working me over."
Pam shivered a little inside, thinking about how careful she should be when she
talked to Mr. Stone, but he seemed happy with her answer, and quietly he told
her, "Dear, you do not have to observe proper forms of address for a little
while. I want to learn more about you, how you think, what arouses you, and
what feels best to you. Do not worry about making an error that will get you
punished. Your Master has commanded you to reveal things about yourself. As
long as you are following those instructions completely and honestly, you will
not be punished for some minor slip of the tongue. If you truly feel the need
to call me 'Master', you may do so because I never want to prevent your true
nature and deepest feelings from being expressed, but it is not required at this
time. I will let you know very clearly when I expect you to start using the
proper forms again." Pam sighed and said, "Thank you for being so kind Master.
Your girl loves you for your caring and concern. Since I am only a slave girl in
nature and in reality, I think it is important for me to try to remember the
fact that I am owned at all times. I can not easily adjust to changes in my
status and I really need you to clearly set your expectations for me because I
truly desire to please you at all times. I know this is supposed to be a reward
for perfect service Master, but your slave will be sufficiently rewarded in
knowing her Master cares for her enough to want to learn everything about her
body and her thoughts. Knowing my Master cares for me enough to want to use me
fully to the very limit of my capabilities to respond and feel pleasure is a
rich reward indeed. Indeed, the fact that bringing total pleasure to my body is
something that pleases and satisfies my Master is very exciting and arousing to
your sex slave." Peter began to rub against her bottom a little more and he
brought his hands around in front of her and he began to cup her breasts.
"That's just right.", she said. "It feels best when you start working me over
very slowly and gently. My body seems to need a little time to adjust before I
start to respond."
The feel of Mr. Stone's strong hands gently cupping her breasts began to bring
on all the feelings Pam had come to expect and love every time he touched her.
She felt her heart start beating faster, and she felt hot all over. She could
already feel the moisture starting to form on the lining of her vagina as her
body prepared itself to be filled with hard cock. Pam felt a little dizzy, and
she knew her mind was not working the way it usually did. She felt warm and
dreamy and weak. Her response grew stronger now, and she began to feel like
her legs would not hold her and her knees would turn to jello if she tried to
stand up.
