few would know the excitement of the
whip and the rope and the rings. It was most unfortunate, for most girls were the same as Pamela and Donna. It was just that they would never have the chance to find out. The roommates had talked about this often. Wouldn't it be wonderful if all girls were required to spend some time in a train- ing school! The two often fantasized about such a world. Imagine, they thought, if each girl carried a lovely little whip in her purse and a piece or two of cord! No telling who one might meet every day on a bus or in a fast-food restaurant. Just a glance of desire between two girls and off they could go to the ladies' powder room for some delightful whipping before returning to their Cokes and French fries. Then just a friendly wave, and off they would go on their separate ways. Or, maybe they'd spend the night together. Perhaps it would be law that a girl had to spend one day with a boy, the next with a girl! Such things are young girls' fantasies made of.
One thing was very clear to Pamela and Donna.
They would stay together and recognize their own 'marriage.' Perhaps, when they found jobs, their mothers would let them share an apartment in London together. They would go out with boys and an occasional other girl too, for Avondale had removed jealousy beautifully. In fact, they would be delighted for each other when one went out on a date and they would wish each other fun and pleasure. If a boy, they would kid each other and tell each other not to dare come home until taking him in all three places. If a girl, they would kiss the date in sincere friendship, and tell them to have fun together, complimenting on how very cute the date was. It would be a beautiful life, and they would promise daily whippings. Of course they would keep their rings! They would play mistress and slave, taking weekly turns. It would be delightful!
They thought about Jan and Sabrina too. Constantly, now that their time was growing very short. The sexual desire for the two women had increased steadily over the months, which was to be expected.
In Sabrina's case, it was purely a physical thing.
She radiated waves of sex. It was not that Sabrina was lesbian, for she really wasn't. She was happily married with children. But her daily contact and 'duties' with naked young girls made it unnatural if she had not grown to enjoy their curves on occasion. She also tortured them, and Sabrina would be a strange female if she had not been aroused by those activities as well, Yet, she never went further than the expected touching of a breast or a brief kiss, and she never proposed making it fully with a girl, even though she undoubtedly wanted to at times. She did her job, and her part in the training, with professionalism and love. It was only on rare occasions that she bedded with a slave.
It was for this very reason that she became so desirable for all of the slave girls. The hardest to get was always the most wanted! Those in the out- side world would not believe that girls would count the days until they could go to Sabrina's section to be tortured. It would seem insane. Yet, not only did the girls go eagerly, they often went early for their appointments, just to be with her and watch her move about the room. It mattered not t.hat they found themselves tied to a post or table and that the lovely nurse was hurting them, nor even that they screamed. They enjoyed smelling her per- fume, feeling her soft hands and looking at her slim legs so nicely revealed by her little skirt. They were pleased when they could see Sabrina's red nipples erecting under her opaque nurses' blouse, and had learned.to moan sexily to keep them that way when being tortured, for Sabrina did respond to hurting girls as any other female would do. If their performance was nice enough, they could often see that Sabrina's panties were a little wet between her legs, and they considered that the highlight of the day to bring her to that point!
With Jan, the situation was different, From the first day when the blonde girl had picked them up in the rain to bring them to Avondale they had slowly but surely fallen in love with her. It would have been impossible not to do so, for Jan was their whole life, and had been so each day. A girl could not be trained and whipped, day in and day out, by a lovely girl like Jan without it happening.
More, they knew that it was literally Jan who had given them the training and had molded their new lives, and they would be eternally grateful for her care and concern. They owed everything to her,and they were in love with her.
The number of times that they had made love to Jan in five months was impossible to recall, They had tasted the girl nearly daily, sometimes several times a day. At first as obedient slaves on command. Then commands weren't necessary as slavery became routine, for like any dedicated slave girls they learned every emotion and desire and habit of their mistress. An experienced slave girl does not have to be told by her master or mistress when her services are needed. A slave girl know when, by a word or the way a master or mistress talks or moves, or by the look of desire in the eyes.
There are signs, and an experienced slave knows them well. And when she sees them, she gives her mouth or her body without having to wait for command.
At other times, a slave can see tiredness, and at these times, Pamela and Donna gave Jan a hot bath and a rubdown, without being told. It was the sign of well-trained slaves. On other times, when Jan was a bit down or sluggish, a good pussy- eating by two tongues at once was given voluntarily and without comment. It brought Jan around, as they knew it would! When Jan's hair needed washing or shampooing or brushing, it was ob- served and done. After Jan had given one or both of them a rather exciting whipping and returned them to their room, they automatically peeled Jan's panty off and hand-washed it at once, for they knew that it was sopping wet, All without being told, for a good slave learns to anticipate and do things without command. When Jan's pubic hair became a little tangly or unruly they trimmed it and kept it short and nice, oiling it with perfume.
They also shaved Jan's underarms and legs every other day.
Jan was most aware of just how beautifully her two slaves had taken to training and slavery. In fact, they just might have been the best pair of young girls that she had ever trained, and she loved them very, very much, Her tongue had not tasted them however, nor had she kissed them. She had kissed in return, of course, but she had yet to initiate a kiss. This was how it had to be when training young girls. A mistress could not allow her own feelings to interfere, for love initiated on her part would only harm proper mistress-slave relationships. Mistresses took, not gave, and slaves were aware of this. They hoped but not expected. They hoped constantly. For to have a mistress initiate lovemaking was the ultimate of a slave's existence. It had been so since time began. If it happened, the slave knew that she had reached such perfection that her mistress had been aroused to a rare condition of love, if even briefly. It did not happen often.
Jan had told them both that they would have to earn her tongue. She had told them that on the very first day, and it had not been elaborated on or mentioned since. It had not been forgotten, how- ever Pamela and Donna had not attempted to do so in any extraordinary way, for they knew not what Jan had meant nor did slave girls dare to ask such personal questions of their mistress. So they just tried to be good slave girls. And they were.
It was on the Wednesday before the Saturday when the two would leave. Donna was swimming with Ginny.and Tricia, and Pamela was resting on her bed reading when Jan had come in to get her freshly washed clothes. Pamela had been thinking about Jan all day, and how she would miss her It had been so beautiful to be in slavery to another female, and of course she would miss Jan's lovely whippings too. After lunch, Pamela had gone to the whipping suite and borrowed the Angel's Kiss.
Jan glanced twice at her slave on the bed. Pamela was naked, and was not wearing her rings. It was a breach of rules.
'Slave, you're only naked for torture from Sabrina, for swimming, or in the whipping suite!' she said. 'Where's your panties, heels and stock- ings?.And your rings! Just what do you think you're doing?'
'My goodness, how careless of me,' said Pamela in a funny voice. 'Guess I'll have to be whipped, won't I? You'll find the Angel's Kiss on my dresser, mistress. I've been much too careless just to have my bottom and back whipped. Appears to me like I need to have my tits and cunt punished.'
Jan said nothing, for she was taken aback. She knew' Pamela well by now, and this was just not Pamela. As she walked to the dresser, she felt a tingle that she had never felt before with Pamela.
When she turned back to the bed she found Pamela kneeling, her hands back on her ankles, her breasts thrust nicely outwards for whipping!
'Where's some rope, slave?'
'You won't need any, mistress. I won't move.
Whip me untied, please.'
Jan tingled again. Girls rarely asked to be whipped unbound for it was a,near-impossible act of dedication and conviction. When a girl reached that point in life, she needed no further training!
