Chapter 2

“God, this is beautiful, Pam,” Terri said, looking around.

“The name, is Ms. White,” Pam hissed deliberately.

“I, yes ma’am, I’m sorry, Ms. White,” Terri immediately said.

Pam stood, glaring at Terri for a long moment, then nodded approval and led Terri to the front door of the house. The heavy wooden door swung open after Pam unlocked it. Pam entered and Terri looked around the dimly lighted living room. The furniture was heavy, dark. A single lamp glowed, offering minimal illumination. Pam continued through the living room to a hall. Terri silently followed.

“My bedroom,” Pam snapped as they entered a large bedroom. “My bed is to be neatly made every morning after I’ve left for the day.”

“Yes Pam, I mean, yes ma’am,” Terri agreed.

“I eat, do you even know how to cook?” Pam asked.

“Yes Ms. White,” Terri said. “I love…”

“I eat at five thirty every morning,” Pam said, interrupting Terri’s words.

“Five thir..! Yes, Ms. White,” Terri said.

“My bathroom,” Pam continued, showing Terri the doorway. “”Notice how there is a fresh towel, a fresh face cloth? That is how I like it.”

Terri made a mental note as she peered into the large bathroom. The towel was neatly folded on top of a small wooden ledge, a washcloth placed in the center of the towel. She admired the large claw foot tub, the pedestal sink, the wooden hutch.

“It’s beautiful,” Terri said.

Pam regarded Terri for a long moment.

“It’s beautiful, Ms. White,” Terri amended.

“Thank you,” Pam said tersely.

She marched out of the bedroom, Terri following.

“Your bedroom,” Pam said, flinging open the door of a small bedroom.

Terri cast an appreciative eye at the small bed. It would certainly be more comfortable than the back seat of her car.

“Your bathroom,” Pam said, opening a second door.

There was a shower stall, a small vanity and sink, and a small commode. Terri did notice how sparkling clean the two rooms were.

“Even though these are your rooms? This is my house,” Pam snapped. “I expect your rooms to be clean, I expect them to be presentable any time I open this door.”

“Yes ma’am, yes Ms. White,” Terri agreed.

“You will also do all shopping; I will be giving you a card for that,” Pam snapped as she now marched into the kitchen.

“Yes Ms. White,” Terri agreed.

“We will not share meals,” Pam said. “We are not friends, we are not buddies, we are not pals. I am the employer; you are the employee. You will eat after my dishes have been cleared away and I have left the dining room.”

“Yes, Ms. White,” Terri agreed.

“Minimum wage is eight fifty an hour,” Pam snapped. “You will be earning eight seventy five an hour, for forty hours a week.”

“Better than I made with… Yes Ms. White,” Terri agreed.

“Here is your Employee Handbook,” Pam said, slapping a plastic three ring binder into Terri’s hands. “Please note that I deal with any and all infractions very harshly.”

“Yes Ms. White,” Terri said, testing the weight of the handbook.

“Any questions?” Pam snapped.

“Ma’am? When would you like your dinner?” Terri asked.

“Since it is your first day? As soon as you can. After today? No later than six thirty,” Pam said.

“Yes ma’am,” Terri said and immediately began searching the cabinets of the large kitchen.

At six forty nine, Terri quietly entered the small living room where Pam was sitting, listening to an audio book. Pam paused the book and regarded Terri.

“Dinner, Ms. White,” Terri quietly announced.

Her jobs as waitress had taught Terri a few skills. She waited until Pam was seated, then placed a salad bowl in front of Pam. She silently indicated the four bottles of salad dressing. Pam selected one and Terri walked out of the dining room carrying the other three bottles.

After five minutes, just when Pam was about to call for her, Terri came in with a plate.

Terri said nothing, just took the salad bowl from in front of Pam, and placed the dinner plate in front of Pam. She also grabbed the one remaining bottle of salad dressing.

Pam stifled a moan of pleasure as she chewed the pork chop. The roasted vegetables were also delicious. She sipped her iced tea and continued to eat.

Terri came in, refilled Pam’s glass and left the room.

“There is decaf coffee; would you like a cup of that with your dessert, Ms. White?” Terri quietly asked as Pam was finishing the last of the roasted vegetables.

“There’s, you made dessert?” Pam asked, swiveling to see Terri.

“Yes ma’am, I’m sorry,” Terri said, stepping closer so that Pam could more easily see her.

“The decaf coffee would be fine, Terri,” Pam said.

“Cream? Sugar?” Terri asked.

“No, black,” Pam said.

“Very good,” Terri said.

A moment later, Terri appeared, carrying a still warm cake with whipped cream topping. She quietly placed plate and mug in front of Pam.

“Thank you, Terri,” Pam called out a moment later.

Terri heard the scraping of the dining room chair and bustled into the dining room. She gathered the dish and mug.

Then Terri ravenously ate her own dinner. It had been sheer torture, ignoring her own plate of food as she served her employer. Then the blonde bitch had dawdled almost endlessly over her cake and coffee.

Pam went to her bedroom and closed the door. She stripped out of that day’s clothing and paused to admire herself in her full length mirror.

Her hair was naturally curly, and as the thicket between her legs testified, was naturally blonde. Her one eye was a crystal blue, large, expressive.

Her breasts were a 32DD, with large light pink areolae and fat nipples. Her belly was hard from years of exercising and her legs were also muscled.

Her buttocks, she’d always felt, were just a little too large, but her last girlfriend had claimed that her butt was a work of art.

Giving herself one last look, Pam pulled her silk shift on and crawled into bed. She switched on her television, adjusted her pillows, and lay back to watch CNN.

Dinner tonight had been wonderful, perfect. Despite a late start to the preparation, Terri had managed to serve the meal very nearly on time.

And the dessert had been a wonderful treat. Pam knew she’d have to skip lunch tomorrow and go to the gym. But each bite of the delicious treat had been so worth the thirty to forty minutes she’d have to put in.

Pam reached between her legs and combed her fingers through her thick pubic hair. She was sure that, somehow, Terri would manage to screw up. The lazy girl would oversleep, be late serving breakfast.

Pam’s fingers sought out her wet slit. She rubbed up and down her rubbery pussy lips.

Terri would oversleep, would rush through preparing breakfast. Then, as she served burnt toast and excuses, Pam would bind Terri over one of the dining room chairs. She would tie Terri’s wrists to the front legs of the chair. This would bend the girl over the rail of the chair, would bend the girl deliciously, would force Terri to stick that beautiful rear end out. Pam would ignore Terri’s protests and roughly jerked Terri’s jeans and panties down to bunch up around Terri’s ankles.

Pam had a thin riding crop that had yet to taste flesh. That riding crop would quickly turn Terri’s porcelain white hillocks into crisscrossed welts of red.

“Shit!” Pam barked as she orgasmed thinking of marring Terri’s pale white buttocks, the backs of Terri’s beautiful thighs.

Or Terri would forget to clean Pam’s bathroom. She would forget to put the towel and face cloth onto the small ledge. Then Pam would affix a leather collar around Terri’s slim, beautiful throat. Terri’s blouse and bra would be roughly yanked off. Pam might even accidentally tear the blouse in her anger. Then, as Terri blushed, beautiful face red with shame, Pam would bend Terri’s arms up and back. She would fasten Terri’s wrists to the back of Terri’s throat collar.

Terri’s gorgeous breasts would be exposed, vulnerable to Pam’s cat o’ nine tails. But Pam wouldn’t allow Terri’s succulent nipples to be marked, striped by the strands of her instrument. She had a leather belt that she would fasten across Terri’s lovely chest, directly over Terri’s dark areolae, tightly crinkled nipples. She would cinch the belt tightly, very tightly; breathing would be difficult for her poor Terri.

The rough texture of the underside of the belt would rasp, back and forth, back and forth as Terri struggled for breath. The rasping would cause Terri’s nipples to harden, to become hard, throbbing points. Terri’s large breasts would spill out over, spill out from under the belt.

Pam would gently bite down on Terri’s ear lobe, tug Terri’s cute little lobe with her teeth.

“It will hurt,” Pam would whisper into Terri’s ear, breath hot. “But I’ve yet to cut anyone’s flesh with this.”

Pam shuddered through a second orgasm as she thought of bringing the beautiful whip down on Terri’s large breasts. She envisioned the creamy white flesh turning a lovely shade of deep pink, several lashes covering the flesh.

She never gagged her servants. Pam delighted in their yelps, their cries, their moans. And when they’d come to expect their punishment, the sweet little whimpers, their adorable little whines and pleas.

“Fuck!” Pam barked as a third orgasm racked her body.

But Pam always gave them a choice. They could earn her leniency. They could agree to service her with their mouths, their tongues. The severity of the infraction would determine how many orgasms they would have to bring her to.

Pam actually giggled as she thought of Terri, poor, broken Terri slavering, slobbering, trying to bring Pam to even one orgasm. Pam always applied Ambesol gel to her clitoris before hiking up her skirt, spreading her muscled legs for her servants’ tongues.

Pam awoke at five fifteen, with the chiming of her alarm clock. She smiled as she thought of marching into Terri’s bedroom, yanking the sleepy, groggy girl from her bed by a handful of her long blonde hair.

Her pussy spasmed as she hoped that Terri slept in the nude. The stone floors of the farmhouse kept the interior quite cold, especially in the mornings.

But, opening her bedroom door, Pam could smell coffee. She could also smell bacon.

“Well, tonight,” Pam thought. “Tonight, she’ll do something to earn her punishment. She’s too much of a dullard, a simpleton not to fuck up.”

“Good morning, Ms. White,” Terri quietly greeted Pam.

“Good morning, Terri,” Pam agreed.

The brief expression of shock on Terri’s face reminded Pam that she did not have her eye patch on. Most were shocked, horrified the first time they saw the mottled flesh the black velvet patch hid from view.

Pam sat at the head of the table again. There was a glass of orange juice and a mug of rich black coffee. Just as she pulled the napkin into her lap, Terri placed a waffle in front of her. Atop the waffle was a mound of apple chunks. Pam could smell the cinnamon wafting up from the syrupy fruit.

“Ms. White, how do you like your eggs?” Terri asked.

“Over medium,” Pam said.

“Yes ma’am,” Terri said and left the room.

“God damn, going need two hours in the gym,” Pam muttered to herself as she stuffed a forkful of the warm apples into her mouth.

A moment later, Terri placed a plate with two eggs, perfectly cooked to Pam’s right.

Pam finished her breakfast and walked to her bathroom. As she walked through the bedroom, she turned and saw that her bed was already neatly made.

“Ms. White? Is there anything that you’d like for supper?” Terri politely asked as Pam prepared to leave the house.

“Hmm? No, no, not really,” Pam mused.

“I saw a jar of peanut butter,” Terri said. “I assume you are not allergic to nuts?”

“Correct,” Pam said.

After Pam left, Terri made quick work of gathering her clothing from the rear of her car. She went into the basement of the home and began washing her clothing.

At just after six pm, Pam entered the house. She couldn’t identify the smell, but it was a warm, earthy smell that had her stomach growling. Skipping lunch in favor of an hour long work-out had left her ravenous.

“Good evening, Ms. White,” Terri greeted her. “Dinner will be ready at six thirty as you’d asked.”

“Good, good,” Pam agreed.

At six thirty, she was served a warm salad with a soy sauce vinaigrette. Her dinner was chicken and vegetables that had been stir fried in a peanut butter sauce, served over rice noodles.

Just as she was scraping the last of the delicious meal into her mouth, Terri brought in a steaming mug of decaf coffee and a large, gooey chocolate chip cookie.

Other than her greeting, Terri had not said a word. Pam almost broke the silence, almost wanted to tell Terri about the salesperson that they’d hired. Robert Netters was a loud, gregarious man with a penchant for corny jokes, bad puns. He was the type of man that could get his foot in the door, could make people like him, trust him.

“Will there be anything else, Ms. White?” Terri asked softly as Pam drank the last sip of coffee.

“”No,” Pam said simply and pushed away from the table.

“Ms. White? I need to do some shopping,” Terri told Pam as Pam prepared to leave the house the next morning. “Is there anything special you’d like?”

“Oh, I uh, know what I haven’t had in a long time? Chicken pot pie,” Pam said.