Unknown - Return to Avondale

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!

"Whip my breasts, mistress. They are yours," said Pamela softly.

The Angel's Kiss whined and smacked across both breasts. They bounced wildly. Pamela did not move, nor did she make a sound of any kind.

Jan whipped her breasts hard, hitting the nipples most of the time, yet still Pamela did not utter a gasp or a moan. Instead, she just looked into Jan's eyes with love. Jan knew then that she could whip

Pamela's breasts all night and the girl would not move. Jan's pants became wet. She stopped the breast;whipping;

Pamela responded by putting her hands under her hips and spreading her legs wide and high, towards the ceiling. Jan moaned in emotion from what she saw. Pamela's clitoris was flushed and erect from the punishment.

Pamela had arrived. She had joined her ancient

Roman and Arabian sisters whose clits had risen to the feel of the whip in harems and whipping posts and courtyards. It was the ultimate level of femininity that could be achieved. Punishment had become pleasure..Screams would still come from most, but that was only a natural response to pain and unimportant. An erect clitoris was the gauge of the female.

Pamela, however, did not cry out from the searing lashes into her sex. She continued to look lovingly at her mistress, and did not flinch when she saw Jan's arm rise and fall, rise and fall. The tenth lash deep between her sex lips made her orgasm, but even then she did not cry out or move a muscle.

She did close her eyes momentarily and gave a whispered gasp, the only sign that Jan could per- ceive that told of her climax, That, and of course the trickles of liquid that ran down her stomach.

Jan was stunned. The girl had not even moved during a wrenching climax!

Jan screamed in passion and threw her whip across the room, before flinging herself on Pamela.

Pamela felt her kisses on her mouth, then on the aching nipples, then between her legs and into her wet sex. Jan moaned like an animal as she attacked Pamela with wild frenzy.

This time Pamela did cry out in orgasm. Her world spun in delirious happiness.

"Pamela, oh Pam darling, I love you so!" cried

Jan. It was the first and only time that Jan had called her by her first name without adding the word "slave" to it. "As a mistress, this shouldn't happen, and when I leave this room, it won't hap- pen again but… right now… I love you. Forgive me."

Pamela held her close and wept. "It's okay, darling. It's okay. I understand… just this once.

Turn round and we'll sixty-nine."

Much later after Jan had gone, Pamela still lay on her bed in rapture. She had earned her mistress' tongue. The world saw such things rarely!

The night before they were to leave was spent in tearful goodbyes and tender hugs and kisses. They would never forget the other eight and all promised to write and visit. They had not been idle promises, for they would be kept. They even kissed t,he other four mistresses, who they had not had much dealing with but of course saw every day. It was short- ly after ten when Sabrina came to their room. It was a singular thrill, not only to see her, but be- cause Sabrina went home normally to her family at five. She had brought a bottle of champagne with her.

They talked of many things and held hands on the bed, the girls thanking her for her part in the training they had received.

"We know you t,tortured us 'Brina, but it was your job, and we know now that we needed it to be women. Thank you for hurting us," said Donna.

Such a remark would have been deemed insane outside Avondale. But of course, others just simply didn't know.

"I've come to tell you about the branding," said Sabrina lovingly.

"We know," said Pamela.

They had thought about the branding often. In the early weeks it had seemed so cruel and unneces- sary, and something definitely not looked forward to. But that was before their lives had been so beautifully changed.