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 acknowledgment 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 and body.
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.