'Well?' smiled Jan.
'Geez!' gasped Donna. 'She means it!'
'Look, Jan… I'm sorry… I mean, mistress
Jan… you don't have to do that to us,' said Pamela. 'We're not kindergarten kids and we know the score. We'll go down on you if you want.'
Jan's hand bounced off of Pamela's face, bringing tears to her eyes.
'Go down on me?' she yelled. 'What kind of baby talk is that? Say it right, bitch!'
Jan's words stung and Pamela blushed.
'We'll suck your pussy, mistress. But look, you don't have to string us up, do you?'
'You're damn right you will! Whenever I say 'eat' you'll eat! Stringing you up has nothing to do with it at all. This isn't a country day school for kids, you know. You're here to be punished, and that you will be. In a few days, hanging by your thumbs will be third-grade stuff to you! Now stick out, your thumbs. I don't want to hear another word.'
Joke time was indeed over, and the girls knew it!
They offered their hands to Jan's cords. She tied them with loops and threw the length of the cords over the heavy ring which hung on the end of the ceiling chain. Jan secured the cords to the ring and flipped a wall switch. Pamela and Donna rose slowly into the air until they swung free of the carpet, their bodies flat against each other, Their shoes fell off with a clatter.
Donna just gasped. Pamela said, 'Geez.' Jan left.
How can one portray the first utter and total shock of strict bondage? At first, it is supposed, it must feel unreal to a girl Then she knows it is very real! Neither said a word for some time. They had imagined that such torture would probably break their thumbs. But it didn't. The pain and discomfort were there, and it was intense at first, but as the minutes ticked by, somehow a girl acclimated herself to such things. Indeed, girls had acclimated themselves to such things since time began. The mystery of girls is yet to be solved.
Sweat began to trickle along the armpits of Pamela and Donna, and their normally full and curving breasts were now flat and tight against each other's! Pamela felt Donna's nipples harden against her own, and in response, her own erected.
'Hurt?' said Donna.
'A little.'
'This is stupid,' said Donna. 'Here I am strung up like a medieval witch. I should be yellin' my head off but no, not Donna, my nipples are all long and sexy like I enjoyed this bit!'
'You think mine aren't?' laughed Pamela.
'Maybe girls just like this kinky stuff!'
'Anyway,' said Donna, 'it's nice to feel you against me. Takes away some of the hurting.'
'Feeling is mutual, honey,' replied Pamela.
'Does seem easier when we share it together. Hope we always get punished together.'
'I'd like that, Pam.'
An hour dragged by without, a sign of Jan. The girls found that it was much easier not to squirm or move, but,just to hang quietly.
'Wanna kiss a little?' asked Donna. 'Maybe it'll take our mind off this bloody thing.'
'We can try it,' said Pamela.
The kissing did help, but it also caused some other problems.
'Hey,' said Pamela, 'my pants are gettin' wet from kissing you, girl. Maybe we better ease off and cool it!'
'I know. I can feel you down there,' said Donna.
'Right you are, Pam. We'll just get ourselves all in a lather.'
In the long run, it was better to do nothing. Idle chatter for awhile was helpful, but that soon ran out too, and thus the two girls followed the pat,tern of a thousand girls before them. They hung silently and naturally from their cords. The Romans knew it and the Egyptians knew it. Girls could hang for- ever if required, such was the mystery of a female.
History made no difference, or age of a female as well. Babylonian females hung by their thumbs in silken skirts. London birds of 1972 hung in skin- tight panties and stockings. Girls had not changed, only the clothes.
Pamela and Donna hung for three hours before their mistress returned. Jan found what she had expected on their faces. The flippancy and humor were gone, replaced with a strained reality, and the observable signs of submission. The first real truth was there, unmistakably, in their eyes. They knew that they were indeed slaves, regardless of the time in history.
Jan was pleased, but not surprised. Girls were all the same. That's what made them so deliciously beautiful and desirable. She ran her hands tenderly over both moist silken backs, and felt the slight tremors of pleasure that her caresses had caused in the girls. Girls responded so wonderfully to girls.
After the hours of bondage, her touches had been like an oasis to Pamela and Donna, and Jan had heard the faint 'ohhhh' from both throats. If a girl was past puberty, she could be played like a violin by another female, and be made to do most anything desired. Girls could resist men until the death, but they could not resist each other, the simple reason being, of course, that they did not want to! Right now, Pamela and Donna could be played like a symphony, the bondage and the hurt being the arrangement. Jan smiled at this strange and delightful uniqueness of females. Under the worst of torture a female could not be broken by a man.
Yet, the soft touch, or kiss, of another female could send her to her knees!
Jan had her Polaroid and snapped several photos of Pamela and Donna hanging by their thumbs in joint discomfort. It would be the first of many sent to their mothers during the six months spent at Avondale.
There was one rewarding feature of hanging by the thumbs for several hours. It felt delightful to be let down! Pamela and Donna also learned an elementary lesson in relationships with t,heir mis- tress; one which girls had learned for centuries. No matter how hateful one might feel towards a mis- tress for putting her in discomforting bondage, the same mistress was showered with gratitude and love for finally releasing her. The utter relief from the pain and hurt removed all traces of bitterness and replaced it with respect and gratitude for eliminating that hurt. It was a formula as old as the ages, and it was a mathematical equation of unerring reliability. Pamela and Donna were now in- stilled with a much more fervent dedication towards Jan than if she had not hurt them. She who giveth also taketh away. Jan's status was now all important. She was everything to Pamela and Donna, for she held their fate in every way possible. Indeed, it was of course the reason Jan had strung them up as she had done so many others in the past. The lesson must be learned. The punishment and training of girls was not a haphazard thing. There was a reason for everything, naturally.
Thus, when Jan led the two to the bed, it re- quired no pulling. Pamela and Donna knew the score. Yet, it was their first time and the emotion it brought was akin to the first time with a are double virgins, and have their chastity taken from them once each by a male and female. The girls were most aware of this virginity with an- other female and the knowledge of what was about to happen was rather exciting, as it would be to any girl.
For Pamela, the anticipation was even more pronounced than it had been the first time with a boy.
Then, it had been a passionate romp in the parlor after a movie. It had been nice, but quick and un- satisfying. Later episodes with boys had proved more fulfilling. Her present situation was much different, and much more stimulating, for in every sense of the word she was a sex slave to this blonde mistress called Jan. While it was not quite rape, it was nearly so, for if she refused she would be made to do so under punishment: Besides, she had hung by her thumbs for a long time thinking about what was going to happen. Anticipation was ninety per- cent of anything! Twenty-four hours ago Pamela was not even thinking about girls, or the sex- ual connotation therein, but her world had been changed quickly. Yet, she rather liked this new world, for like most girls she often thought about how another girl would feel t,o her. Few girls don't.
The love affair always lurks within every girl, but some do not fulfill it, and regret it.
The two watched breathlessly as Jan disrobed.
Jan was all woman! She was luscious. She was the type of female that immediately appealed to both men and women, and it was doubtful that even the most conservative young girl could resist her body for long. Pamela's tongue licked her lips, not from a want or desire, but purely from a habit she had whenever she liked something. Jan was pure sex.
Even her undressing had beauty to it.
