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 that she had only male teachers.
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 sat looking 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 mini-skirts. 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.