Return to Avondale

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. Pam- ela 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 dress-

er, 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 sear- ing lashes into her sex. She continued to look lov- ingly 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 dur- ing 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, dar- ling. 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 deal- ing 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.