Return to Avondale

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 sim- ple 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. 1t 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 elim- inating that hurt. It was a formula as old as the ages, and it was a mathematical equation of un- erring 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 possi- ble. 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 punish- ment and training of girls was not a haphazard thing. There was a reason for everything, natu- rally.

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 pro- nounced 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.

Donna shared Pamela's thoughts exactly. She knew that at Avondale she would soon be obliged to be lesbian, and visualized all sorts of husky crude women to satisfy. When Jan had picked her up at her home, she had nearly squealed in relief.

The first lesbian experience is so important to a girl. It can shape all future such activity, and if the first is with a beautiful creature, such as Jan, t,he possibilities were limitless. Ravan knew this well, and her five mistresses were quite lovely. Lesbian- ism at Avondale was not punishment, it was an opening of a door to the girls, who would forever be thankful. It made all the rest worthwhile.

Jan lay sprawled on the bed, legs beautifully apart. and at that moment one delightful part of her was like a beacon.

"Eat!" she said. It was a simple word, but it said everything. It was not a word of endearment or a request to make love together. It was a command, devoid of all tenderness and misunderstanding.