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Bound to Please
by RD
Chapter 1
Pam was used to getting her own way. She had been
a very spoiled and bratty child. The fact that
she had been a strikingly pretty little girl with
very long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and
perfect creamy skin led many people to ignore her
lack of manners. As she developed into a
beautiful young woman with a very curvy body and a
beautifully swelling bust line that seemed
incredibly voluptuous on her 5' 1" body, the
situation just got worse. She was slender, with a
flat tummy and a tight, but curvy bottom. She was
the kind of woman who makes men get a hard-on just
by being alive, bringing out the kind of lust that
turns a man's cock to steel and his brain to mush.
Since she weighed only 95 pounds, she made a man
wonder where in her tiny body she would possibly
find room for his cock, but the desire to find out
was almost unbearable. When she walked by in a
tight dress with a short skirt or tight jeans, it
made a man short of breath and made him feel his
insides were being ripped out. She walked with
that gentle sway of her hips that says, "I am not
a tramp, but I'm all the woman you can handle, if
I should choose to let you handle me." Her
sexuality was not overt, but it was very powerful
all the same.
All through school, Pam could get what ever she
wanted by giving either her parents or her
teachers a big smile.
In junior high, she found that if she wore the
right clothes and bent toward them a little when
she asked, she could get anything she wanted from
any of the male teachers.
Since she looked very small and helpless to her
male teachers, they wanted to take care of her
like a daughter, but at the same time, they longed
to fill her young body with hard cock, squeeze her
tits and suck her nipples. She had the most
exciting figure her teachers had ever seen, and it
drove them crazy knowing that her lush body and
powerful sexuality was forbidden fruit they could
never possess.
Pam talked her father into insisting she be
assigned to a male counselor during her freshman year,
and after that, she was able to get her schedule set up so thatshe had
only male
Pam did not have any boy friends because she was
so bossy and selfish that none of the boys would
put up with her. Because she always wanted to run
things, none of the girls would have anything to
do with her either. Pam didn't really care though
because she thought she was above all of their
childish antics. Besides, she was going to be a
serious actress, and she did not have time to
waste on them. She worked herself into the favor
of the drama teacher, and every year she had been
picked for the female lead in every single
production. She much preferred to discuss the
classic ways to play a character with the drama
teacher than gossip with girls about which boys
they were dating, or wanted to date, or how far a
girl had let her boyfriend go last Saturday, or
who wasn't a virgin any more after the prom. Pam
though her life would go on just as it was until she
graduated. She was trying to make plans for the
future, but she did not know what she wanted to
do. She knew she could talk her father into just
about anything, but she was not sure what she
wanted to talk him into.
She thought about going to college and continuing
her drama studies, she thought about going to New
York and taking acting classes while she tried to
break into Broadway. She thought about going to
Los Angeles and trying to get into movies. All of
these sounded like good ideas, so Pam was not
thinking about which she would rather do, she was
thinking about were it would be easiest to use her
looks to get what she wanted. Unfortunately for
Pam, the world is always changing, and something
was about to change her life forever.
One day Pam came home from school and was shocked
to find that her father was already home. He did
not look well, and at first, Pam thought he must
be sick. When he asked the family to sit down
around the kitchen table, Pam knew something was
very, very wrong. The first thought she had was
that her parents were getting a divorce. Her next
thought was that she would choose daddy to live
with because he could not say, "NO" to her. Before
her thoughts had raced off in that direction too
far, her father pulled her attention back. He
looked down at the table and said quietly, "My
company was bought out by a Japanese firm today.
They are sending a new management team from their
home office to take over. I will get a few
thousand dollars severance pay, but basically, as
of Monday, I am out of a job. The market is so
bad, I don't think I can find anything right away.
In fact, it may take over a year to find a
comparable position. " Then he made Pam give him
ALL of her credit cards. He looked very sad as he
cut them into little pieces, but Pam had more
respect for him at that moment than she had in her
entire life. He went on to tell the family that
they would have to sell the house and move into an
apartment to save money. Also, they would be
selling his Jag, his wife's BMW, and Pam's ZR1
Vette. He had already made a deal for a Festiva
for the family, and he told Pam she would just
have to ride the school bus.
Pam and her mother both started to cry. "How will
I be able to face my friends at school?" Pam
sobbed. Her father looked at her sadly, and said,
"Pam, if you get an after school job, you might be
able to make enough to pay for some school clothes
that aren't from K-mart." Pam scowled, but she
knew she would have to follow her father's
suggestion if she wanted any decent clothes to
wear. The family agreed that while Paul looked
for a new job, Pat would go apply for a job
training program. Pam would stay in school, but
she would try to work a few hours a week to help
with her expenses.
Pam launched herself into her drama activities at
school with even more enthusiasm than usual. Her
teacher told her that her practice scenes were
better than anything she had ever done before. Pam
enjoyed teasing her male teachers. She liked
sitting with her short skirt pulled up just a
little too much, and her knees just a little too
far apart. Watching the male teachers try to keep
from staring was really amusing. Of course none
of them were able to keep from looking, and some
of the lame dodges they used to try to see far
enough up her skirt to tell if she was wearing
panties were really hilarious. They looked like
the character John Candy played in "Splash",
throwing coins on the floor for an excuse to bend
down to get a better look up her skirt.
Pam started taking her anger at her parents out on
her poor teachers by shooting beaver at them more
often and more openly than ever before. She
started wearing red panties one day, then black
lace ones the next so that the men were a wreck at
the end of class from wondering if she was
flashing a naked crotch at them. She started
wearing hose and garter belts instead of panty
hose to make the glimpses she gave them even more
exciting. She also started wearing very low cut
bras that pushed her breasts up and in so that she
had an even more exciting cleavage to show off.
She started wearing sweaters and blouses that were
much lower cut than anything she had ever worn
before. Pam played with her teachers
unmercifully. She would bend over their desks to
hand in a paper. The neckline of her top would
fall forward so that they could not help seeing
down her top to the lacy bra and the swell of the
tops of the creamy mounds of her breasts.
Sometimes the bra would hang down a little so that
the teacher would nearly be panting with desire
because he could see all the way to her erect
nipples of her size 34 C breasts. In more than one
class, the poor teacher had not been able to get
up from his desk after Pam handed in her paper.
She also liked to drop her paper and then bend
down to pick it up so that her tight little ass
was turned toward the frustrated teacher. She
would bend down so that he could see her panties
as the short skirt rode up in back. The sight of
the tops of her hose and the garter belt drove the
teachers crazy too. Pam knew that since she was
still a minor, none of them would try anything
with her, so she felt completely safe, though she
teased them unmercifully.
Pam teased her drama teacher worse than any of the
others. Peter Stone was young, he was rich, and he
was very good looking. One day, Peter told Pam to
stay after class. She was excited because she
thought he was going to tell her she had the lead
for the spring play. Pam was smiling as Peter
told her to sit down. She had especially enjoyed
teasing him because he seemed to get so
embarrassed from not being able to keep his eyes
off her. She also liked to talk to him, and then
bend over so that he could not help but see down
her blouse. He would get so flustered, he would
have trouble talking, and sometimes, he even
stuttered. It gave Pam a warm feeling inside to
know she had the looks and body to attract such a
handsome man. It gave her a confidence in her
femininity and sexuality that the attention of
boys her own age never could.
Now, as Pam satlooking at Peter, all she could think about
was how far she could go teasing him now that the rest
of the class was gone. Before she could think how
she was going to torture him
today, Peter began talking to her in a tone she
had never heard before. He sounded so strong and
powerful, not at all like the weak, wimpy
professor type she had believed him to be.
Now, she felt a whole new set of emotions as he
began speaking to her. "Pamela, I know about your
father's business troubles. I know you have had
to move out of your house, and I know your father
had to sell your Corvette. I also know you are
supposed to be looking for an after school job."
Pam gasped when she heard how much he already
knew. "Yes, Mr. Stone." was all she could think to
say. Her teacher smiled at her and said, "You are
going to start working at my house every day after
school. I need a maid to keep the place tidy, and
I think the uniform I have for you will fit
perfectly."
Pam gave her teacher a haughty sneer and said,
"There is no way in the world you can make me work
as a maid!" Mr. Stone laughed at Pam so that his
pretty student began to squirm in her seat a
little. "I'm sure your parents would like to know
how you behave around school. In fact, I am sure
your mother would really love to know how good you
are at shooting beaver at your male teachers. Then
too, it would be a shame for the school's leading
lady to miss out on the spring play because she
failed drama, now wouldn't it, dear." Pam
shuddered as she realized that she had lost
control of this man. She knew she would have to
do exactly as he said for the rest of the year if
she wanted to pass his class. She was also afraid
he might talk to her other teachers to get them to
help him teach her a lesson. The though of having
to behave and do her work in all of her classes
made Pam shudder. "That's right Pam, you should be
afraid." he said with an evil grin.
"When do you want me to report for work?" Pam
asked. "You have 15 minutes to walk to my house
after school." Mr. Stone said quietly. I will
expect you to present yourself at the servant's
entrance in the back, promptly at 4:00 PM. I will
show you to the room, where you will change into
your uniform. You will then go to my study. I
will be waiting for you there. I will inspect you
for proper cleanliness and make sure the uniform
fits you properly. If it does not, I will mark it
for alterations. When that is done, I will show
you around the house, and instruct you in your
duties. You will work until 5:45. At that time
you will set the table in the dining room with one
place setting at the head of the table. You will
set up everything so that you can start serving
dinner at 6:00 precisely. You will make sure that
hot dishes stay hot and cold dishes stay cold.
Every dish of each course must be at the correct
temperature when you place it on my plate or in my
bowl. All beverages must be at the correct
temperature when you pour. Keep in mind that I
will check these things, and that I do not
tolerate less than perfect service. You will
stand beside my chair so that you will be able to
keep my glass full at all times. You will call me
either Master, Sir, or at the very least, Mr.
Stone. Do you understand, Pamela?"
Again, "Yes Mr. Stone." was all she could think to
say.
"All right, Pamela, I shall expect you at exactly
4 o'clock.
You may go now." Mr. Stone said.
Pam felt strange for the rest of the day. One
part of her was very frightened. Another part seemed to be excited by
the fact
Stone anymore. Even more exciting was the
knowledge that he had a great deal of power over
her now. As she walked to the Stone mansion, Pam
told herself she would be respectful, speak only
when spoken to, never give an opinion unless
asked, and in general, give Mr. Stone no reason to
want to punish her.
Pam arrived at the servant's entrance five minutes early, but she
simply stood a 4 o'clock to press the bell. She was shivering as
she waited for Mr. Stone to answer the door, and
her imagination was running wild.
She knew the fact that yesterday was her 18th
birthday might change how Mr. Stone treated her,
and what he expected from her. She knew he was
going to punish her well for teasing him so
cruelly, but she wondered if she would like it
better if he punished her by taking her virginity
instead of making her clean toilets. She knew she
hated the kind of cleaning he would want her to
do, and she had started to think more and more
often about what it would feel like to have a hard
cock pushing into her, ripping through her hymen,
and filling up the aching emptiness of her tight
little cunt. Pam wanted to cry because she knew
she would not have any say in how she was
punished, and that Mr. Stone would do exactly what
he wanted with her. Mr. Stone opened the door and
ushered the nervous girl into the mansion. He
turned without a word, and led her down a long
hall. He stopped and opened a door at the end of
the hall, and motioned her inside. The room was
very nicely decorated. Pam saw that it was
furnished with fine Early American pieces. The
bed looked even bigger than King size, and was
covered with a quilted spread that had a pink rose
bud design. The bed was turned down on one side
so that the matching sheets and pillow cases which
had a white lace border, could be seen. The
curtains also carried the same pattern and the
same delicate white lace border. Carefully laid
out at the foot of the bed was the maid's uniform.
The moment Pam saw it, she knew Mr. Stone was
going to want full service from her, not just maid
service. There was the traditional "French Maid"
uniform with its tiny skirt and low neck line, but
the white, ruffled panties she expected were
missing. Instead, Pam saw a black lace bustier
with satin half cups and garters. She looked
carefully, but could not see any kind of panties
at all, not even a G-string. The girl hoped her
new employer had planned to let her wear her own
white cotton briefs, but somehow, she was sure her
"little girl" underwear did not fit into her
teacher's plans for her.
As she continued to look at the uniform, she could
see the black opera hose were real silk, and the
black patent leather shoes on the floor at the
foot of the bed had the highest, skinniest heels
Pam had ever seen. She did not want to take off her
school clothes and put on this costume, but Mr.
Stone gave her instructions, and she found that
she felt compelled to obey him completely. "Take
off all of your clothes and hang them neatly in
your closet Pamela." he had said. "Then go take a
bath, not a shower. You will wash yourself
thoroughly. When you are finished washing, push
the button at the back of the tub, and Agnes, my
house keeper will dry you, fix your hair and
nails, help you dress, and choose a perfume for
you. You will only wear items of clothing that I
have provided, and you will not put on a single
item of your school clothes. Is that perfectly
clear Pamela?" His words made Pam shiver.
"I will be waiting for you in my study. Do not
dawdle. I will tell you now that you will be
staying here until all of your duties are done
perfectly. There will be no advantage in taking a
long time preparing yourself, so do not keep me
waiting long." Again, the tone of command was so
strong that Pam felt herself shaking from the
sound of her drama teacher's voice.
Pam was expecting Mr. Stone to stay and watch her
change into the maid's uniform, or to try to
seduce her after her bath, or even to rape her
while she was naked and helpless. When he told
her a woman would dress her, Pam was astonished.
She felt relieved that he would not rape her, but
frustrated that he did not seem anxious to take
her. She had never met a man with such control,
or felt such a sense of pure power about a man,
and now her curiosity about sex and her growing
desire to lose her virginity made her angry at Mr.
Stone for ignoring her obvious feminine beauty and
her developing sexuality. She wanted to do
something to get his attention. One part of her
wanted to get him hot, then leave him as
frustrated as she now felt. Another part of her
wanted to drive him so wild that he would not take
"NO" for an answer. She wanted to arouse him to
the point that he would not be able to stop if she
should try to refuse. In the end, Mr. Stone solved
her dilemma for her by telling her to prepare
herself quickly, then he turned and went down the
hall toward his study. Pam heard the door latch
behind him, and she went to lock it from the
inside. She experienced a severe panic attack
when she discovered that there was no way to bolt
the door from the inside, and that the door was
locked from the outside, so that she could not
leave.
Pam wondered if Mr. Stone had video cameras hidden
in the room so that he could watch her and see
her body when she undressed. Pam decided none of
that really mattered, and so she began to follow
the instructions he had given her.
When she opened the closet to hang up her school
clothes, she found that all her other clothes were
hanging there. Pam was confused by now, so she
tried not to think, and just did exactly as she
had been told.
There were hampers marked for the type of clothing
and the type of washing each would receive. Pam
sorted her clothes into the proper hampers.
She went into the bath and found it much larger
and more elegant than she had expected. The tub
was huge, and she started the hot water running into
it immediately. She found a wonderful collection
of bath oils, and she chose one she knew was so
expensive her father would not have been able to
afford it even before he lost his company. Pam
put in just a little more than the directions
called for so that she would be sure to get the
full effect and benefit. The fragrance filled the
room, and made it seem that she was in a tropical
garden. Pam slid down into the bath and let the
water caress her skin while the warmth and
fragrance relaxed her body and her mind. She
quickly washed herself with soap that matched the
scent of the bath oil. When she finished, her body
felt clean and wonderfully pampered. She washed
her hair with a salon formula shampoo that only
very special clients were allowed to purchase, at
a suitably ridiculous price. When she finished
rinsing out the excess conditioner, Pam felt more
alive, and definitely more female than she had in
her life. Suddenly she felt chilly, and remembered
that she had not been able to find any towels.
She pushed the button at the back of the tub, and
an older woman's voice answered. "This is Agnes,
Miss." The woman sounded friendly and cheerful.
Pam was afraid Mr. Stone would punish her even
more if she was not polite, so she thought
carefully, and then she said, "Agnes, this is
Pam. Would you please bring me some clean towels
and help me get ready?" "Of course dear, I'll be
right there." the house keeper responded.
Pam looked up to see a panel in the back of her
closet swinging shut, and a tiny woman carrying a
tall stack of towels coming toward her.
Agnes put the pile in the linen closet, then took
the top towel and wrapped it around Pam's dripping
body. She took another and began to dry the
girl's thick, long hair. The towels were bigger
and softer than any Pam had ever seen, and they
had a wonderful, fresh smell. Pam felt even more
relaxed and feminine as Agnes dried her, fixed her
hair, and shaped and polished her nails. In fact,
she felt very elegant. Agnes helped Pam into the
bustier, and made adjustments with laces and hooks
so that it fit her body perfectly.
Pam was very nervous about the half cups. The
thought that her breasts would be supported but
uncovered worried her. What kind of pervert was
Mr. Stone anyway? she thought. Then Agnes helped
her slide the silk stockings on. They felt
delicious as they glided up her legs. Pam was
amazed at how long they were. Most of the hose
she had did not fit her very well because her legs
were longer and more slender than the proportions
of most women her height. These seemed as if they
had been made just for her. The hose tops were so
high on her thighs that Agnes hand brushed against
the golden curls of Pam's silky pubic hair when
she fastened the garters for her. Pam jumped from
the touch, but then she relaxed again because it
was clearly an accident.
Next Agnes showed her how to put on the maid's
uniform without mussing her hair. Finally, Pam stepped
into the shoes. She took a few wobbly practice
steps to make sure she would be able to walk in
heels that were at least twice as high as the
tallest she had ever worn. Pam knew she was not
going to be graceful when she walked, and she was
afraid Mr. Stone would make fun of her lack of
sophistication, but she was relieved to find that
the shoes did not hurt her feet, and that her
balance was good enough that she didn't have to
worry about falling down.
"Agnes, could I please put my own bra and panties
on?"
Pam asked. Her nipples were erect and standing
out, and she felt like she could not get herself
dry between her legs. She felt like she must be
making squishy sounds when she walked, because it
felt that wet between the outer lips of her pussy.
"No dear." Agnes replied. "You must learn to do
exactly what Master Peter tells you." Pam
frowned, then she said, "I am trying to learn, but
this is all so new to me, I need your help."
Agnes smiled at her and said, "Just do everything
Mr. Stone asks you to do, and do it exactly the
way he says to. If you do those two things,
everything will be wonderful for you dear."
Pam looked at herself in the mirror, and she was
amazed at the transformation Agnes had worked on
her. Her coltish cuteness was gone, and before
the mirror stood the truly beautiful woman she was
becoming. Her hair was up, so that her neck,
throat, and breasts were perfectly displayed, but
her hair did not look sprayed in place. Her
blonde tresses still looked like they would form a
soft, silken cloud around her pretty face if the
pins that held her hair in place were removed.
The cosmetics Agnes had used were of such high
quality, and so skillfully applied, that it looked
as if she was not wearing any make-up at all,
except for the deep red of the lipstick that made
her lips instantly capture the eyes.
Pam's full, red lips seemed to be the center of
her face, and held the focus so powerfully, that
indeed, they seemed to be the very center of her
being. Pam was both pleased and disturbed by her
appearance. All the changes that day had left her
confused. She wondered why Mr. Stone wanted her
to bathe before she started learning her duties.
If she was going to be cleaning house, she would
just get dirty again. She was bewildered by the
luxury of the bath and the cosmetics provided for
her to use. One usually saves such expensive
things for a mistress, while a maid would
be given something inexpensive and more practical
to use. She was angry that Mr. Stone intended to
humiliate her by making her wear this ridiculous
and obscene costume. Forcing her to serve him
with her nipples and most of her breasts exposed
was bad enough, but forbidding her to wear panties
when the skirt of her uniform only covered half of
her bottom was almost more than she could bear.
Every time she bent to dust, clean, or serve
dinner her teacher would be able to see all of her
bare bottom, and most of the time he would also be
able to see the crotch she had been flashing to
torment him for her own amusement, but now it
would be totally naked, and the uniform skirt
would hide even less than her miniskirts. She had
badly misjudged what kind of man she was dealing
with, she knew now, because he had made it clear he was
going to make her pay in full for her fun.
Pam knew she must be strong and go through with
this so that Mr. Stone would not tell her parents
about her terrible behavior. "After all," she
thought, "how long can he keep me here?" She was
sure he would be done punishing her tonight, and
then he would leave her alone if she behaved
herself in class. Pam knew she could get through
anything, no matter how rough, if it was only
going to last one night!
Agnes looked Pam over from head to toe, then
smiled at her handiwork and said, "You'll do dear.
Now go stand by the door and wait for James to
guide you to Master Peter's study." Pam was still
frightened by the fact that the door to the room
was locked from the outside. She took a deep
breath, and forced herself to walk to the door. As
Pam stood waiting, all of her confusion and all
her fears came back so strongly, she was not able
to clear her mind. She wondered why she was given
such a beautiful room to change in, when any
bathroom or closet in the house would have served
for a girl who was only going to work after
school. The thing that bothered her most was that
Mr. Stone knew her exact dress and shoe size. It
was too strange that every part of the costume fit
her as if it had been custom made.
The height of the heels made it seem like hours,
but in reality, it was only a few seconds later
when the door opened very slowly and quietly.
