'Abby and Tricia left a note,' said Donna.
'Want to know if we'd like to swap bedmates with them tonight. Abby with me, Trish with you. What say?'
'Sure!' said Pamela. 'We haven't made it with others since Sunday. 'Sides, Trish has some tongue. Hey, we better get back to Sabrina, it's almost four.'
The two skipped back to the nurse's room.
'We'll take it 'natural,' Sabrina! Puts a lot of excitement into it!'
'Thought you'd say that, kittens. Good slaves.
Makes me think a lot of you.'
Jan drove them up to Dunden College late Satur- day afternoon where they met the boys in the game room. On the whole most of them were nice-looking lads, and mannerly towards their visitors. Despite the fact that t,he two girls were inmates of a
'reform' school and were there for the selling of their young bodies, there was no excuse for not being gentlemen at all times. The college boys were from fine families where the presentation of courtesy and good manners towards females was most expected.
Pamela and Donna were shown a bedroom, where they undressed and plopped on the bed to await their first 'customer' of the evening. They were told that there would be twenty-four boys, all told. An even dozen apiece. Jan sat in a nearby chair to play the pimp she was for the night! The first pair of eager lads came in happily.
'Hi, boys!' said Jan. 'Here they are, sweet seventeen and never been kissed! Not more than a million times, anyway! Here's the menu. Two pounds for fucking them in the cunt, and you can come in them of course; three pounds for a super blow-job; four pounds to ass-fuck. Take your choice! Let's see the quids first, though.'
The first lads entered Donna and Pamela, and the bed began to bounce. The boys were eager, and it did not take long for the two to feel the warm emission pump into their pussies.
Pamela turned to Donna and laughed. 'Here's to twins, baby! Cheers!'
'Cheers!' laughed Donna.
'What?' asked the boy,confused.
'Oh, nothing,' said Pamela to the boy. 'Let's hold hands while we're getting laid, Donna.'
'I'm for that. Hey, Jan, do we get a chance to have a go at each other once or twice tonight?'
'You're here to work, slaves,' said Jan soberly.
'Besides, it would be a messy lunch in there, I'm afraid!'
'We don't care,' said Pamela, pouting. 'Oh, well, you're the boss.'
Mrs. Marienne McNee September 17, 1972
46 Queen's Road
Hammersmith
W.3, London
Dear Mrs. McNee:
Just a note with some photos, since I wrote you at length last week. Thought you might enjoy these of Pamela's prostitution night with boys.
She did well, and didn't seem to tire at all.
The photos are close-ups because we don't wish to show the boys' faces. Obviously, as part of our discreet arrangement with the college. The first three are close ups of Pamela's pussy, mouth and ass showing boy-stuff running out. Just wanted you to know she took it in all three places, interchangeably. The last photo was fun! Two boys in Pamela at the same time, an inch apart! Did you know that girls can take two boys at once? Three really, if she used her mouth on another.
Pamela made thirty-seven pounds for me! She's a sweetheart, and I sure could use the money.
Anyway, your daughter is now a 'legal' whore.
One more price to pay for her indiscretions in shoplifting.
Sincerely,
Jan Nelson
P.S. Donna was with Pamela, too. They are rather inseparable since being married and it was nice that they could sell themselves together.
Bondage was beginning to become more rigorous, intentionally, for Pamela and Donna. Jan was following Ravan's guidebook to the letter. By this time a girl should begin to learn patience and tranquility in bondage and so Jan began what was called 'solitary.' The new phase did not consist of particularly harsh confinements. The first day,Pamela had been hung by her thumbs in the Pink Room for four hours. Alone. Two days later she was fastened to a cross for six hours. Alone. A week later she was simply tied by her wrists to a hook high over her head on the wall, and left for twenty-four hours. Alone.
It was not the discomfort of agonized limbs, of course. It was the loneliness, and of not being told when she wouId be released. A girl just didn't know, during the 'solitary.' It could be for an hour or it could be for a week. That was the purpose of it, naturally. A girl was left only with hope.
'Solitary' did wonders for a girl. Primarily, it taught her as nothing else could that a girl was simply born to be bound for whatever length of time was chosen by her mistress or master. If a girl continued on with self- imposed slavery after Avon- dale, to a chosen master or mistress, she should certainly be ready to be bound for incalculable periods of time. Most girls, of course, did go on to the pleasures of slavery.
The first hour or two was the hardest, for a girl was most conscious of her discomfort. Then, how- ever, a merciful tranquility set in, and a female could remain in her bondage seemingly forever.
Her thoughts turned away from her predicament to other things, and she became a silent hanging mannequin. She could even sleep, or doze in a state of self-imposed unawareness. The release, of course, was sensational It was Utopia! It was Valhalla! No matter how hateful earlier thoughts might have been towards the one who had put her in bondage, a girl would fall to her knees to kiss the hand or foot of her tormentor. Release brought love.
For Pamela, the hardest thing was being alone, without Donna. With her to share the ordeal, or even any other girl, it would have made it much easier. They could talk, and play sexy word games with each other, and stay there endlessly. But then it would not be 'solitary' nor accomplish its purpose.
There was another thing, too, during 'solitary,' for which a plastic sheet had been placed under the girl Trips to the powder room just weren't avail- able. A girl had no choice but to perform her bodily functions right where she was. Of all the things a girl must bear, this was probably t,he hardest.
Even when totally alone. most girls tried to hold off as long as possible, hopefuI that her release might come at any minute. But in the end she knew that it must be done to end the discomfort. After the first time it was much easier to accept.
After the ''Solitary'' training came the 'Silence.' All that was necessary was a girl-gag of any type. The first day was six hours, the second day eight, and a week later, twenty-four hours of gagged silence as she went about her classes, walks, swimming and sleeping. The gag was only removed for eating, and if silence was broken, a second twenty-four hours was given. It was not all that difficult, and taught a girl silence and listening. It felt odd, of course, when Pamela and Donna made love in bed. It wasn't that t;hey were unable to speak the words of endearment to each other.
Those words were not necessary, for they could tell each other everything by their delightful eyes of love. If, was just that when one of them climaxed, the normal squeal came out a muffled gurgle.
It was on a Sunday afternoon in early fall, with windy rain squalls blowing in from the west, that Jan came for Pamela and Donna in their room. The two had been cutting more pictures of naked girls out of Playboy and other girlie magazines to tack up on their now nearly covered walls. One would have thought it was a men's prison cell, but then people just aren't used to erotic lesbian teenagers. several of the large centerfolds of luscious young women had lipsticked kisses on their pussies.
Jan attached leads to the pussy rings of both girls. Whipping time, they thought. Yet it was odd that two slaves didn't come for them as usual. The pattern had been broken.
Jan handed each other's lead to the other girl so that they.could lead each other out of the room.
