Only a few last blue threads remained on Donna's bottom when Tricia's fingers slipped into Pamela's sex. As the whip slashed at Donna, Tricia's fingers moved within Pamela. It was beyond imagination, and far more than a girl could expect to endure!
Pamela screamed in a violent climax, the intensity of which she hadn't thought possible.
Chapter Four
Mrs. McNee received a short letter, with photos, a few days later. Jan had promised to keep her informed, and she was keeping her word.
The idea of sending letters and photos to the inmates' mothers was, of course, designed to mothers, over the years, had rebelled against such descriptive photos, and had been shocked and stunned at the punishments meted out in such modern times. Many had come close to reporting the situation at Avondale to authorities, but at the last minute thought better of the idea. It was a matter of a few months at Avondale as against several years of incarceration elsewhere, and so the situation was allowed to continue. Had any mother actually reported Avondale's activities, she would have a hard time receiving cooperation from the daughter to verify the facts. The mothers simply did not understand girls and their unique pleasures and desires, so changed had society become since the olden days when mothers were thrilled to send their daughters to such schools. Yet, girls remained the same as ever, and knew better than the adults that punishment was the ultimate teacher, and the ultimate pleasure.
Mrs. McNee, however, had not had thoughts about Pamela's activities in a negative sense.' She herself had never been to a girls' training school, nor involved herself in lesbian love. But over the years she had had fantasies about such things, encouraged by many under-the-counter novels she had bought in Soho, and hidden in her closet.
Indeed, the photos Jan had sent her were placed in her mirror corners. One of Pamela and Donna hung by their thumbs; one of Pamela wearing her rings; and one of Pamela making love to Jan. Mrs.McNee looked at the photos each night, and often emitted a wistful sigh. She was, in fact, slightly envious that she had not been admitted to such things in her life, but in a secret way she was proud that Pamela was receiving them for she knew, somehow, that Pamela would be a much better young lady for them, The photos just received were of Pamela's whipping, in a series of six, and they made Mrs. McNee flinch when she saw them. Yet of her mirror with them. She looked longingly most of all at the one of Pamela's tongue in Jan's sex, and wished that she were young once again.
At Avondale, two weeks had passed and Pamela was acclimating nicely to her new life. She had been whipped three times more on the frame, and was becoming slightly convinced that a girl's bottom was the only place the whip was applied.
Jan had told her, however, that the whippings would soon change. The whippings became the highlight of the days, and every evening t,he whip- ping suite. was used. Pamela was pleased that on some of these occasions she had been chosen to watch a girl whipped, and it was no longer deniable that such occasions were sexually pleasant to her.
She became wet very easily from the sounds the whip made upon a girl's bottom, and the resultant moan or yowl. On two or three occasions, she had been chosen, along with another girl, to tie and bring a girl to the suite. This pleasure was most exciting as well, she had found quickly. To stand behind a girl and pull the rope tightly into her wrist flesh, or to draw her elbows delightfully together, produced tingly sensations in Pamela.
She liked the soft smell of a girl's hair or perfume, when binding her. She liked the Iittle gasps a girl made when the ropes were pulled especially tight, and most of all she liked the way a girl's breasts thrust out when the elbows were drawn together.
The rings were wonderful to Pamela. Nothing seemed to thrill her more than the feel of them in her body, and she began to doubt whether she would ever want.to be without them again. The nipple and pussy rings.weighed just enough to keep her constantly aware of those intimate feminine parts, and the nose ring touched the top of her lips just enough to keep her pleasantly reminded that she was a slave girl. The rings, in fact, were loved by all the girls and became items of great pride. They often belittled the older girls of Avon- dale who wore just nipple-rings without locking pins. Such babies they must have been not to have the pins put down into their nipples as well as rings through them! This was indeed the only way to ring nipples. Make a girl know she has nipples!
It was not only Pamela's own rings that were exciting, but of course it was in watching a fluff walk by with her rings dancing and bouncing so nicely. Some of the girls knew how t.o walk to make their breasts bounce sensually, and all of the girls had trimmed their pubic hair short to show off the rings there.
Being a slave was terribly exciting, for nothing so aroused a female as such a condition. Especially girls Pamela's age. Even such servitude as kneeling before Jan, or hand-washing her panties and blouses, made Pamela all tingly. To wash another female's underthings was quite exciting. For men, slavery was something to escape from, but for females… slavery was lovely, whether serving a master or mistress.
There was probably no other submission so erotic in history than for a slave girl to he led along on a lead attached to nose, nipple, or pussy rings, with her hands bound behind her. Such things had been done since ancient Persia, and still in 1972 it was the ultimate bondage for a female. It became even more erotic when the person on the other side of the lead was another female whose body was free of rings and bonds, for to have a female pull another along by her sexual parts was the utter apex of female-female relationship. A male at the lead could not begin to understand a female's emotions when led by her rings, but another female could and did understand them and thus it was, in a sense, the ultimate humiliation. Such was the case when Cassandra of Persia was captured by Mongol hordes in the first century. Nipple-rings had been thrust through her in public and Ghinta, the young Mongol princess, had personally put chains upon the rings and led Cassandra through the villages of her own homeland.
Pamela enjoyed having Jan lead her about the grounds and halls of Avondale on a leash to her rings. For men, humiliation is a tragedy. For women, it is sexually stimulating, and Pamela found it to be so. The five mistresses of Avondale took one or both of their slaves with them wherever they went about the school. It Was just simply the thing to do during the day, and it produced pleasant emotions in both mistresses and slaves.
Sometimes Jan attached her leads to Pamela's nipples, other times to the nose, or still other times to one or both pussy rings. Occasionally she used various combinations, such as one lead to a nipple, another to a pussy ring, and these variations aroused Pamela greatly. Best of all were the times that Jan took both Pamela and Donna together for a walk, for the two roommates were beginning to fall very much in love, and they thrilled to be led along by identical leads. Somehow a girl liked to share the same thing another did, and Pamela and
Donna loved to see leads attached to each other's identical body parts. Jan was very much aware of the increasing love between them and on one particularly delightful occasion in the garden, let, them have a turn leading each other about by nipple-rings. The result was two very wet young ladies!