Yesterday Sabrina would have received a glance from the girls. Today, a thorough assessment!
'O.K., let's get to it,' said Sabrina pleasantly.
'Take your pants off, and… Pamela… you're first. Up on the table, hon.'
Pamela assumed her position on the table, lying flat. Sabrina tied her wrists and arms to bolts at the four corners. Pamela once again was rather stunned by the pure acceptance of bondage at
Avondale. It was put on just like a coat would be at home, and because it was, it became so much easier for a girl to acclimate herself to. Yet, it was stunning, in a way, to know that this lovely nurse had bound her and was about to put rings in her as merely her oft-repeated job! As Sabrina had tied her, she had told the girls about her husband and three young children, and her involvement in community and church affairs.
Pamela's thoughts were once again muddled.
How could such a lovely nurse, and devoted family woman, calmly tie and ring girls? Unless, once again, such things were indeed beneficial for girls.
Pamela was beginning to believe that perhaps it just might be so.
'Before I came,' said Sabrina, 'they used to have straps on this table, but I thought that that was rather unfeminine and medical looking. Ropes are much nicer looking on a girl, and much sexier.'
There it was again. Lovely married nurse, nice children, yet totally into girls as a natural and accepted thing. Pamela was beginning to learn more and more about this delightful attraction be- tween females, all the time! The halls of Avondale had smiled with pleasure upon it for over a century. It was the utter normalcy of it that aroused Pamela.
'You'll take five rings,' said Sabrina in a matter- of-fact voice. 'One in each nipple, one in the nose, and one in each pussy lip. Don't want anesthetic, do you, darling? Haven't had a fluff ask for it since a year ago.'
'Geez!' said Pamela.
'Sorry, hon, what did you say?'
'I said, geez. I knew to expect the nipple-rings, but the others! Geez!'
Sabrina laughed. 'Didn't Jan tell you then?
She's a tease, she is. Well, up until ten years ago nipple-rings were all that were put into a girl, but Ravan decided, correctly I might add, that modern girls should be able to accept them easily. After all, Pamela, Roman and Greek girls took five rings or more, you know. Are you not as good as they?'
'I guess so,' said Pamela. 'Have you had… all those rings?'
'Sure. I loved 'em too. You'll feel different when you see them in you and get used to them. You'll never be a woman until you're ringed, you know.
Well, we'll start with those precious nipples of yours, okay?'
'O.K.,' said Pamela. 'Might as well start some- where. Go!'
Sabrina took a long hypo-type tool from its berth in an alcohol bottle, and laid it next to Pamela. Her hands gently played with Pamela's breasts. Yet again the philosophy of girls was driven home to Pamela. When one had a bound girl in front of her, you simply played with her breasts. That's what they were there for, and when one thought about it, why not? It felt nice to both girls, didn't it?
Pamela uttered a little gasp as the tool pierced her left nipple cleanly near its base, then the right.
The shiny rings were perhaps the size of a poker chip, and relatively thick. Pamela could feel their weight immediately. They felt strange and heavy, yet at the same time, sensual and nice. Pamela's nipples erected from t,he feel of the rings and sent a tingle through her.
'Girls in the old days here had rings twice as big,' said Sabrina, 'and some of them were as young as thirteen, I'm told.'
'Crikey,' said Pamela.
'Rings have been smaller since the war, I under- stand, but a few years ago Ravan added something to make up for it. It's beautiful! Wish I had been able to feel her addition, but I was gone from here for sometime before she thought of it. Really makes a girl know she has rings in her nipples, it does!'
Sabrina showed Pamela two short, but thick, locking pins.
'Your nipple-rings have a hole in one spot which I have centered within your nipples. These sharp locking pins are put lengthwise into the tip of your nipples, and pushed down through until they lock into the hole in the rings. That way, your nipples are ringed two ways, the normal lateral way, and also lengthwise as well. A girl's nipples are pretty well filled up with metal of course, Ravan's way, but you'll love it! Doesn't hurt a nipple on a girl to have as much as it can hold. Besides hon, you'll find that they respond to a girl's mouth just as well as before. Nipples are quite amazing you know.'
'Geezl' said Pamela again. Yet, undeniably, there was wetness between her legs.
Sabrina pushed the locking pins down into Pamela's nipples, and this time Pamela squirmed like a stuck fish upon the table, emitting a distinct 'oww' on each occasion. The rings through the sex lips weren't quite as hurtful for Pamela, but produced a new wave of emotional wonderment at the calm and businesslike manner in which the nurse had performed the task. Only a day before Pamela would have equated such punishment with the horrors of a medieval dungeon, yet here was a lovely and sophisticated young nurse performing the deed in the same manner which she would have applied a Band Aid to a cut. How was it possible that a young woman could pierce and ring a girl's sex with such complete calmness and aplomb?
How could one female do it to another so cheer- fully? How could this nurse go about her social and church life at home, keeping from her friends the tasks she performed at Avondale? These questions which Pamela asked herself were also answered by herself. Sabrina had been ringed herself and thus obviously believed in the symbol and value of the rings!
The piercing of her sex aroused Pamela greatly, despite the hurt. The eroticism of being bound and spread, and having another female doing punishing activities to her sex was fantastic mentally.
For the first time, Pamela began to feel a kinky pleasure in receiving punishment from another female, and it was rather exciting to admit it to herself.
The vaginal rings were smaller than the nipple rings, and the nose-ring was smallest of all by design. A nose-ring simply could not be too large or it would get in the way of the mouth and lips. Al- though it was the only ring not put through a girl's sexual parts, it had its own significance, and was undoubtedly the most degrading ring a girl could be forced to wear. Unlike the other rings, which could be hidden by clothing, a nose-ring was naked for all to see and actually screamed out its meaning of slavery. It had been said that when slave girls had been ringed before being displayed on the
Roman slave blocks! they had not made a sound when their nipples and sex lips were hung with rings. But most squealed and swished their hair from side to side when they felt the ring go into their nose, for it was the very ultimate symbol of slavery and loss of pride.
Pamela moaned sexually when Sabrina had ringed her nose, caused more than anything by the knowledge that it was now the fifth ring put into her. At this point Pamela joined thousands of girls of eras past. By the time this many rings had been put into a female, even under her violent protest, she no longer really cared. It would be possible to put a dozen rings into a female now, and she would utter no protest, for she knew she was completely ringed and further rings could disgrace her no more. Pamela bounced down from the table after being untied and, like a colt finding its legs, walked about the room to acclimate herself to the feel of her rings.
The first awareness was of the strange new weight the rings produced at their location. She could feel each of the five, individually and completely, and they caused an unbelievable awareness of those particular body parts in which they rested.
Pamela felt all nipples, nose and pussy! The second awareness was one of extreme sexual arousement caused by the rings' contact with her most sensitive sexual parts. As punishments went, rings were gorgeous!
Sabrina laughed at Pamela's activity in a friendly manner. She always loved to study the antics of a newly ringed girl. The girl's eyes would dart from ring to ring in a mixture of disbelief and wonderment. Her fingers would touch and hold each of the rings tenderly in turn, and her face would be a combination of blushing and sexual excitement. At this moment how very.beautiful a girl was!
'You look yummy', Pamela,' smiled Sabrina.
'Wet?'
'You know I am,'. said Pamela. 'Darn near came when you ringed my pussy.'
'Quite normal, hon. Do you like your rings?'
'Oh, Sabrina. I'm really so confused right now.
