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Mrs. McNee, however, had not had thoughts about Pamela's activities in a negative sense.' She herself had never been to a girls' training school, nor involved herself in lesbian love. But over the years she had had fantasies about such things, en- couraged by many under-the-counter novels she had bought in Soho, and hidden in her closet.

Indeed, the photos Jan had sent her were placed in her mirror corners. One of Pamela and Donna hung by their thumbs; one of Pamela wearing her rings; and one of Pamela making love to Jan. Mrs.

McNee looked at t.he photos each night, and often emitted a wistful sigh. She was, in fact, slightly envious that she had not been admitted to such: things in her life, but in a secret way she was proud that Pamela was receiving them for she knew, somehow, that Pamela would be a much better young lady for them, The photos just received were of Pamela's whipping, in a series of six, and they: made Mrs. McNee flinch when she saw them. Yet of her mirror with them. She looked longingly most of all at the one of Pamela's tongue in Jan's sex, and wished that she were young once again.

At Avondale, two weeks had passed and Pamela was acclimating nicely to her new life. She had been whipped three times more on the frame, and was becoming slightly convinced that a girl's bottom was the only place the whip was applied.

Jan had told her, however, that the whippings would soon change. The whippings became the highlight of the days, and every evening t,he whip- ping suite. was used. Pamela was pleased that on some of these occasions she had been chosen to watch a girl whipped, and it was no longer deniable that such occasions were sexually pleasant to her.

She became wet very easily from the sounds the whip made upon a girl's bottom, and the resultant moan or yowl. On two or three occasions, she had been chosen, along with another girl, to tie and bring a girl to the suite. This pleasure was most exciting as well, she had found quickly. To stand behind a girl and pull the rope tightly into her wrist flesh, or to draw her elbows delightfully

Together, produced tingly sensations in Pamela.

She liked the soft smell of a girl's hair or perfume, when binding her. She liked the Iittle gasps a girl made when the ropes were pulled especially tight, and most of all she liked the way a girl's breasts thrust out when the elbows were drawn together.

The rings were wonderful t,o Pamela. Nothing seemed to thrill her more than the feel of them in her body, and she began to doubt whether she would ever want.to be without them again. The nipple and pussy rings.weighed just enough to keep her constantly aware of those intimate femi- nine parts, and the nose ring touched the top of her lips just enough to keep her pleasantly reminded that she was a slave girl. The rings, in fact, were loved by all the girls and became items of great pride. They often belittled the older girls of Avon- dale who wore just nipple-rings without locking pins. Such babies they must have been not to have the pins put down into their nipples as well as rings through them! This was indeed the only way to ring nipples. Make a girl know she has nipples!

It was not only Pamela's own rings that were exciting, but of course it was in watching a cuk fluff walk by with her rings dancing and bouncing so nicely. Some of the girls knew how t.o walk to make their breasts bounce sensually, and all of the girls had trimmed their pubic hair short to show off the rings there.

Being a slave was terribly exciting, for nothing so aroused a female as such a condition. Especially girls Pamela's age. Even such servitude as kneel-: ing before Jan, or hand-washing her panties and blouses, made Pamela a11 tingly. To wash another female's underthings was quite exciting. For men, slavery was something to escape from, but for females… slavery was lovely, whether serving a master or mistress.

There was probably no other submission so erotic in history than for a slave girl to he led along on a lead attached to nose, nipple, or pussy rings, with her hands bound behind her. Such things had been done since ancient Persia, and still in 1972 it was the ultimate bondage for a female. It became even more erotic when the person on the other side of the lead was another female whose body was free of rings and bonds, for to have a female pull another along by her sexual parts was the utter apex of female-female relationship. A male at the lead could not begin to understand a female's emotions when led by her rings, but another female could and did understand them and thus it was, in a sense, the ultimate humiliation. Such was the case when Cassandra of Persia was captured by Mongol hordes in the first century. Nipple-rings had been thrust through her in public and Ghinta, the young

Mongol princess, had personally put chains upon the rings and led Cassandra through the villages of her own homeland.