A warm September afternoon brought a tele phone call to Briargate. It was at noon on Friday
"Hello?" said Victoria. "Who? Oh, Julie. How are you? You're calling from school?… You did'
Oh, good for you. How did the whip turn out?..
Yes, I remember I said I'd buy it when you made your first one… Martha must be proud of you Julie, they're not easy to make… but I'll bet you did a fine job… yes… sure, I'll buy it today..
I'll come in for it. '.. what?… you want to see if it works okay?… well, tell you what, Julie, why don't you bring it out after school on your bike..
I can use it on Stacy or Sondra and we'll see how good a whip you made… we can all have a swim too, it's awfully warm today… sure… in our pool.
… okay, see you then, Julie."
Sondra and Stacy sat smiling, listening to the conversation. Victoria laughed. "All right, dar- lings, what's the funny looks for?"
"You really do want to get in that imp's panties, don't you, Victoria?" teased Stacy.
"Well… to be honest… yes… for some time now. I don't know what it is about her. You two are the youngest I've ever slept with, but you're young ladies. This tyke just does something for me. Gosh, she doesn't even have much breasts yet. I don't know what the matter with me is. Am I wrong?"
"Look, darling," said Stacy.,"These things just happen. There doesn't have to be a reason. So she's eleven… she's still girl with all the right bodily parts. I think all of us young women, sooner or later, have an urge to rob the cradle… maybe just to see what it's like, you know. Frankly I think it would be a turn-on with Julie. She hasn't been made by boy or girl yet. Two-way virgin. On the other hand, Sondra and I feel a little jealousy."
Victoria held both their hands and kissed them lightly.
"Now listen to me," said Victoria sweetly. "I love you two. I mean, really love. Almost like my husband. You're special to me. Julie has nothing to do with that. It's just an infatuation with me. I think just once with her, and I'll get it out of my system. Understand?"
Stacy and Sondra beamed in relief and happi- ness.
"We'll help you snare her," they promised.
Victoria hugged them in love.
Julie Moreland arrived on her bike at three. The muffin was the epitome of tomboyishness. She wore shorts and a tank-top, and possibly if one looked close enough it could be determined that her legs were slightly softer and curvier than boys.
But not much. Also, the two little mounds under her top could be assumed to be female breasts in their sapling stage. However, should Julie More- land be wearing jeans, and a jacket, and some kind of a cap or helmet, she could easily be mistaken for one of either sex.
The whip, which her apprentice hands had made at Martha's Boutique, was taken from its bag and shown to Victoria Palmer with pride on the front lawn.
"Well, it looks o.k., Julie. Shall we try it and see?"
"Sure, Victoria. I'll keep my fingers crossed."
"I'll let you pick the servant."
"Oh, it doesn't matter. How about Sondra? I've never seen a girl whipped, so I'll enjoy whatever girl gets it."
The four females walked around the house to the whipping post, and Sondra removed her costume and pants. Sondra's lovely nudity was nothing new to Julie, for her numerous visits to the Country . Club pool had long ago acquainted her with the delightful bodies of various servant girls. Still, she hadn't seen a nude one tied prettily to a whipping post, and it rather pleased her.
Victoria's first effort left a good mark across
Sondra's bottom. Julie was pleased.
"See… it made a real nice streak on Sondra, and it sounded nice too," she beamed.
"Yes, Julie," cautioned Victoria. "But let's wait and see."
The following dozen -strokes seemed all right, and brought the proper gasps and squeals from
Sondra.
"What do you think, Sondra?" asked Julie.
"Does it hurt enough?"
"Well… owww!… I'd say that… owwwww!
… it does… owwwww!… so far… ohh!… yes
… it's… very… oww!.. good, Julie."
Unfortunately, by the twentieth lash, the end of the whip began to unravel. Julie was crushed and close to tears in embarrassment.
"Well, Julie," sighed Victoria, "I'm afraid it just won't do. You must be sure to braid the end very tightly and use very strong glue there in addition."
"Oh, wow, Victoria. I feel terrible! My first one too. Martha counted on me. I suppose you'll have to tell her and it will be the last whip I make for her. Darn it, I get commission on ones I make too.
Be lucky to keep my job after this goof. Looks like
'spanking time' at the very least from Martha.
Darn!"
"Well, I think a girl should always have another chance, Julie. The whip wasn't that bad. It did the job on Sondra, but you'll have to do better with the end braiding next time. I'm sure you will through this experience. Maybe I shouldn't tell Martha about it, and buy it anyway. I can cut it down and make a crop out of it. Make a nice spanking item.
What do you think, Stacy?"
"Oh, it would make a lovely crop. Sondra and I will cut it down. Should hurt our bottoms nicely.
It's up to you, Victoria, but I'd give her another chance." Stacy was right on cue.
"Well, what about Julie's spanking for her mis- take?" asked Victoria, almost script-like.
"Well, there's no getting around. that," said
Stacy, appearing serious. "A girl has to be pun- ished when she goofs. Guess you'll have to tell
Martha, after all."
"No. Please, Victoria," pouted Julie. "Hey, I know! Maybe if you spanked me instead, then I'd be punished, and Martha wouldn't have to be told."
The response had been cleverly anticipated by all concerned. Julie didn't realize it, of course, but she was following the baited trap.
"Well, I don't know, Julie," said Victoria, pre- tending deep thought. "After all, you're not my daughter or my employee."
Young Julie pleaded, "Oh, please, Victoria?"
Stacy and Sondra sighed together. Julie was so young and so gullible. It had been easy, so far.
They were pleased for Victoria, and rather excited about it all.
"Very well then, Julie. But it will be a very good spanking. Can't let you off easy," said Victoria.
"Oh, I don't expect you to, Victoria. Give me a good one, please… and thanks awfully much."
The web was beautiful. The fly even asked for it!
Sondra smiled at Stacy, and Victoria went into the house for cigarettes. In truth, she merely wanted more time to enjoy thinking about her clever manipulations and what they would bring. While she was gone, the servants talked to Julie. They had prepared no course of events with Victoria before Julie arrived, but they would use their own feminine wiles to feed the bait to their adorable mistress. Girls were very clever when it came to things like this!
"Julie, can we make a suggestion?" said Stacy.
"How does Martha spank you?"
"On my underpants."
"Yes, well, Julie, that's rather juvenile, isn't it? I mean, if you're a real grown-up girl you take a spanking on the bare like Sondra and I do. Miss
Victoria thinks you're such a 'mature' girl for your age, Julie. She likes you a lot. You wouldn't want to let her think you're still just a kid."
"Gosh. Victoria thinks I'm mature? She likes me? Well, barebottom it is then. Pants don't help stop the hurt much anyway. Guess you're right.
Time I grew up. Thanks for the advice, Stacy."
Stacy smiled to herself. The girl could be played like a violin, and she even gave her thanks! The game was getting interesting.
Victoria, of course, had not instructed Stacy and
Sondra to urge such a thing. She would have been well satisfied to spank her little morsel on her pants. Thus, when she sat on the lawn bench to administer the paddling, she was surprised to see
Julie step out of both her shorts and her panties.
Surprised and aroused. She glanced quickly at
Stacy and Sondra, who winked at her in reply. Her two partners in crime were doing their job! She would reward them nicely. How she loved them for helping her!
Julie Moreland had no hair, as yet, at her sex, thus what she did have there was delightfully obvi- ous. In fact, it was almost stark. She climbed aboard Victoria's lap with a little squirm and twist. Victoria's emotions were quite tingly at the sight of the compact little bottom awaiting its punishment. She had not been intimate with so small a pair of buttocks before. Her pulse quick- ened.
The fact that Julie neither moved nor gasped for the first eight or nine smacks only added to Vic- toria's excitement. The spanking settled into a staccato rhythm of hand against bottom, a visual pleasure not lost on Stacy or Sondra. Once again, unconsciously, they held hands as they watched.
Eventually, Julie began to bounce nicely under the forceful blows, her slender little body reacting helplessly to the weight of Victoria's hand. Her ю first sounds were little gasps, and grew into sub- stantial "Owws" before too much longer. Her cream-colored bottom had changed to a rather vivid pink-red and her thighs opened and closed in response to the increasing hurt. Stacy and Sondra saw on Victoria's face the evidence of her pleasure.
It was quite flushed, and not from the warm after noon. They were pleased for Victoria.
"Had enough, Julie?" sighed Victoria.
"Well, I am getting to be a big girl now,
Victoria," said Julie, obviously trying to impress
Victoria with her "maturity." "I really suppose I should be made to cry, don't you think?"
"Why, Julie, you are growing up, aren't you?" said Victoria. "Good girl."
The pride of the compliment and the recognition of her "maturity" was worth the extra twenty smacks to Julie. At the finish, she was crying loudly.
"How about a swim, Julie, to cool off your bot- tom?" laughed Sondra. "We usually play 'Country
Club' on warm afternoons."
"Wooee… it needs cooling," replied Julie.
"Swim would be fun. But, I don't have my swim- suit."
"Well, Julie, you don't need a suit here. This is a private pool, not the real Club one. Don't you know that at private pools, girls always swim naked together?"
"They do? Well, o.k., then. But how about Mr.
Palmer?"
"Oh, my husband is away on business this week- end, Julie," said Victoria. "Nobody but us girls around."
The four splashed into the pool, delightfully nude, and although the two servants played their usual girly-girly games in the water, Victoria did not opt to put her hands on young Julie just yet.
They swam for an hour before Stacy went to a pool- side cabinet and took out the body lotion.
"O.K., time to play masseuse, just like at the
Club," said Stacy. "Want to play, Julie?"
"Sure. I know that the ladies in the lockerroom give rubdowns to the members in the anterooms.
Mom says it's a lot of fun, but she never went into it in detail. Says I have to be fourteen to get a rub- down in there. Club rules. Let's play!"
"O.K.," said Sondra. "Stacy and I will do each other, and you and Victoria can be partners."
Victoria chose an elegant shady spot behind a flowering bush. The grass ю was soft and warm there, and Victoria thought that perhaps this little pleasure should be done privately. No use scaring
Julie this early in the game. She might be self- conscious in front of the other two.
"O.K., Julie darling, just lie there on your tummy. I'll do your backside first." Victoria nearly purred as she spread the lotion on the slender back and the perfectly rounded bottom.
"Take some of the heat out of your bottom,
Julie?"
"Oh, yes, Victoria. Feels great! I like it."
"O.K., Julie, flip over on your back now. That's it. No, honey, keep your legs open… that's it… we're all girls here… we know what girls look like, don't we?"
"Sure." The seduction was coming along nicely.
Victoria massaged the tender young figure from toes to neck, spending considerable time on the sprouting breasts. Julie hadn't objected.
"Masseuses always work on the breasts more,"
Victoria explained. "They're so pretty and special to a female, and they need considerable massaging to keep them nice."
"Oh, I see. Well, gee thanks, Victoria. You've done them very well. You're very nice to take such good care of me." Julie's innocence seemed only to excite Victoria more.
"O.K., time for your licking, Julie. Open your legs wide."
"Licking?"
"Sure! Don't you know that's what all mas- seuses do? They always finish up that way. Makes a female feel wonderful. Ask any woman at the
Club."
"Well… to be honest… I did hear something about something like that from Bunny Adams.
But I don't know really what it means. What do I do?"
' "Nothing, Julie. The masseuse does all the work.
Just lie back and enjoy it."
When Victoria's tongue touched Julie's virgin sex the girl nearly bounced off the grass in response.
"Just lie back and relax, Julie,"
Victoria licked, and then probed. Julie began to squirm and made funny little noises.
"Feel good, Julie?"
"Oh, geez, it feels… super. Gosh! Oooh!"
"Well, if your masseuse is doing a good job of making you feel good, you always let her know by putting your hands in her hair and playing with it.
Tells her you're appreciating it." Julie's hands began to play with Victoria's hair at once.
The tyke was getting surprisingly wet under
Victoria's tongueing and Victoria went into 'third gear. She ate.
Victoria could tell when Julie was getting close.
Her hands were painfully pulling at Victoria's hair.
Julie Moreland arched, squealed, thrashed and bounced when it happened.
"My God'!" gasped Julie. "What happened? I never felt anything like that! It felt… fantastic."
"You had an orgasm, Julie," smiled Victoria. "A girl is supposed to. That's why masseuses do it.
See, I told you it would feel wonderful."
"Wow! My very first orgasm!" Little Julie couldn't believe it, yet.
"O.K., my turn," said Victoria.
Victoria, naturally, was in heaven. She had fan- tasized about this moppet for such a long time. The fantasy was now being acted out. The tyke's hands felt like silk on her body, and when the slender fingers fondled and massaged her breasts, her nipples shot into erection. Julie spent much time on the full breasts, squeezing, pulling and knead- ing.
"Well, here I go, Victoria. Tell me if I don't do it right."
Victoria could not restrain a loud moan at the first touch of Julie's tongue.
"Oh, sorry," said Julie. "Did I hurt you?"
"Oh, no, Julie… no, darling… it… just felt nice… go right ahead."
Victoria had the quickest orgasm she ever had.
Not that Julie was good, for her ministrations were childish and inexperienced. It was the realization of who was doing it. Julie was pleased that her tongue had brought success.
"Oh, I'm so glad I made you come," beamed
Julie. "I was hoping I wouldn't goof up again. Did
I do okay?"
"You did great, Julie. Now, want to do some nipple exercises? Girls often do it to each other to increase their length. Good suckings really help them grow, you know."
"Well, I'm for that," laughed Julie. "Mine are rather childish yet. Hope to have them like yours someday."
"You will, honey. Just be patient. They'll grow.
I'll help them along, then you can do mine. Mine are long, but a female can always have them longer, you know. The longer the better."
Victoria sampled Julie's tips for a pleasant moment or two.
"Hey… look, Victoria… you made them longer already! "
"You're precious," Victoria laughed. "No, hon, they're just excited from my mouth. Takes a cou- ple of months of mouth exercises." , Julie laughed. "I'm sorry. I'm really not too up on these things yet. Your turn now."
When the situation had been milked about as far as it would go, they held hands and went to find
Stacy and Sondra. The two servants lay resting on the grass.
"Well, how did it go, Julie?" asked Stacy.
"Oh, Stacy… just super! It was… really great! Girls are just wonderful together. They can have so much fun! Geez, you've really got some pussy, Stacy. Holy cow. Never saw you naked before. Geez, wish mine was like that. How'd it get so nice?"
"My last mistress hung weights on the lips,
Julie. Up in Vermont."
"Golly. Do you think if I did that…?"
"Better wait for a few years, Julie," laughed
Stacy.
They dressed and had cokes near the pool.
Sondra had started the "slave" format, on a cue from Stacy. With wide eyes, Julie listened to the two girls exalt the pleasures of slave-service.
"Well, I can hardly wait," said Sondra.
"Me too," replied Stacy on cue. "But darn it, we'll have to be servants for a while yet. If we weren't working for a living, Sondra, I'd sure volunteer for six months of slavery. Oh, what an honor for a girl! Even if I was just Julie's age I'd go into slavery. Such fun!"
"I hear a lot about it," said Julie, taking the bait.
"And of course I see the 'S' marks on a lot of women's tits at the Club. Their bikini tops don't cover the letters. Had a real good chance to see
Victoria's Ss when I massaged her tits a while ago.
Is slavery really fun?"
"Oh, it sure is!" chimed in Victoria. "I should know."
Julie was visibly excited, probably still by the rubdown games she had just played with Victoria.
"Gee, it sounds exciting. Maybe I should give it a try. Must be very sexy."
"Well, you have to be a real girl, Julie. It's not kid stuff, you know," prompted Sondra.
"I am a real girl," Julie proclaimed proudly.
"Did girl things with Victoria, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did, Julie," said Stacy. "I know, why don't you call home and ask your mom if you can stay overnight here at Briargate. You can serve in slavery for one day. Won't have to be for six months this time. We'll make it real official and all.
Sondra and I will sell you to Victoria and she'll own you. You can keep the money she bids for you."
"Can I? Oooh, I could use the money a lot. Well … o.k… I'm game."
Victoria was squirming in her chair. Stacy and
Sondra would get a nice raise in salary come
Monday!
"You go in the house, Victoria," said Stacy.
"We'll capture Julie and bring her to the door for sale. Make a real thing out of it!" Everyone, in- cluding young Julie, was getting turned on by now.
Alone with Julie, Stacy and Sondra proceeded with the exciting charade.
"Run, Julie, like you're trying to escape capture!"
The tomboy ran helter-skelter across the lawn and gardens but was soon caught by the pursuing girls.
"Well, look what we've caught!" said Stacy. "A girl! She'll bring a good price. Strip, girl, to be bound! Down to your panties, and be quick about it!"
Julie, happily caught up in the exciting game, obliged.
"You see, Julie," said Sondra taking an aside briefly, "a captive girl always is stripped before she's tied. Remember that if you play capture games at girl scout camp. Always strip a girl down to her pants at least."
"I'll remember," said Julie. "I join scouts next summer, and I know they play capture games in the woods."
"And here's how you tie a female, Julie," said
Stacy. "Pay attention. First you tie her wrists behind her like… this. Then you tie her elbows and pull them together like… this… see… makes a girl's tits stand right out nice and sexy like… then you tie a rope around her waist… like this… and bring the long end up under her legs and tie it to her wrist ropes in back..; like this… then pull it tight… like this, so it goes right up in her pussy… there! You are properly tied, Julie!"
Julie had squeaked when the rope had invaded her sex.
"Wow! I'll say!" she gasped. "Makes you feel like a girl, doesn't it? Know what? I'm kinda get- tin' turned on. Never been tied before."
"You're supposed to get turned on… if you're a real girl, Julie. Well, Sondra, what shall we do with this cute piece of girl-flesh?" Back to the game.
"Let's sell her into slavery. Look, there's a house over there. I think a very beautiful young woman lives there, name of Victoria Palmer. Think she'd like to buy a cute little girl for a slave?"
"Well, I don't know. Depends. She wouldn't want an innocent schoolgirl, I wouldn't think.
Have you ever eaten a female, captive?"
"Yes," said Julie softly and seriously. She was deep into the game. "I know how to eat pussy."
"Well, there is a possibility then. Let's take her to the door and see."
"Hello, madam," said Stacy after the knock was answered. "Would you be interested in buying a girl today? We've just captured this one."
"Hmmm," said Victoria, playing her role. "She looks awfully young to me. Couldn't use another servant. I have two now. But possibly I could use a slave. Tell me, captive girl, would you be servant or slave?"
"Oh, I'll be a slave, madam. I shouldn't have let myself be captured like this," smiled Julie. "I'll be a good one."
"Well, I just don't know. Maybe if I see more of her," said Victoria.
"If you have some binding posts, madam, we'll present her to you properly," said Sondra.
"Very well. Bring her in." The scene was being played beautifully. Even Julie was perfectly serious.
Victoria Palmer sat in her chair in the living room. Julie was displayed directly in front of her, bound spread-eagled between two portable binding posts.
Thin cords were attached to her thumbs and big toes, pulling her tautly and delightfully. Victoria had never seen so thrilling a sight and her pants was very damp.
"Maybe we should call her mother first," said
Stacy, remembering that technicality which nearly had been overlooked. Victoria dialed the number and held the phone up to Julie.
"Mom… this is Julie… I'm out at Mrs,
Palmer's home. Had to deliver a whip. Say… could I spend the night out here? Yes, sure she in- vited me! Stacy and Sondra are so nice to play with
… and Mr. Palmer's gone away on business… what?… oh, we'll play games and things… we're playing one now, in fact, but I'm all thumbs, it seems."
Stacy covered a giggle. Julie was precious!
"Oh, please, Mom. They have such a nice pool
… did we swim? Yes we did, a little while ago… no, of course not, Mom, I did leave my underpants on… no, they all wore their panties too in the pool
…yes, even Victoria… we're all female, Mom… it was O.K… gosh, no different than the servants at the Club pool… well, I'll stay until tomorrow afternoon, O.K.? Oh thanks, Mom, you're a dear!
She wants to speak with you, Vic… Mrs. Palmer."
"Yes, Abby?" said Victoria. "Oh no, not at all.
Julie's a dear and so well behaved. She'll be no trouble at all. It's been so long since there's been any children around my life. She's a delight. What is she doing now? Well, she's quite happily occu- pied, being very quiet and still. Isn't moving a muscle… no… she was telling the truth, Abby
… we all wore our pants in the pool because of her age and everything… no, she'll be fine. Thanks,
Abby. Bye."
"Well, Madam, now that that is over, what do you think of this item for sale?" said Sondra.
"She's asking twenty-five dollars for herself. We are allowing her to keep the money."
"Twenty-five dollars!" said Victoria, properly indignant. "For this little slip of a girl?"
"Well, she is little, it's true, and only eleven, but as you can- see, she is a girl and rather attractive in a compelling sort of way. Like a rose ready to bloom, so to speak. See, her tits aren't large, but they are rather nice. The nipples are perfectly cen- tered, and I'm sure they respond nicely to a touch or a tongue. Of course, she has no pussy hair yet, but then again, it makes it so much easier to see.
Her sex lips are just blossoming out."
"Hmm," said Victoria. "Well, what can she offer me?"
"Well, she is an expert at sucking pussy. She's done it at least… once. And she's very spankable.
Marvelous little bottom, just meant for paddling.
Might be a bit young for whipping yet, but she'll make a good spank."
"Well, all right. Twenty-five dollars, then," sighed Victoria.
"Oh, thank you for buying me, Mistress!" squealed Julie. ".It's the most money I ever earned.
I'll be a very good slave."
"Well, Stacy, better get the electric branding iron started, and Sondra, get the rings and the piercing needle," said Victoria in all seriousness.
The Adam's apple in Julie's throat actually jig- gled as she gulped.
"Oooh, I forgot about… that part of it," she said.
Victoria acted very surprised and disappointed.
"By state law, a slave has to have the S branded on her breasts, and rings put in her nipples, slavegirl. You know that. Oh, well. Bring back an older girl next time, Stacy and Sondra. Untie her and send her home."
"Oh, darn!" said Julie. "I so wanted to play slave… and the money… well… I started the game… I'll finish it… have to grow up some time. Brand me and ring me then. You bought me in good faith."
Victoria had assumed, naturally, that the game would end here. But she had not counted on the tyke's courage and honesty. She winked at her two( servants who went off to fetch the items needed.
The two rings and the piercing needle were laic on the table in front of Julie so that she could see them. Her eyes were like an owl's, in apprehension
Victoria held a ring up to one of Julie's nipples.
"Hmm. Seems quite large for her little nipple."
"It'll… be… okay," croaked tulie. "They'll fit in there." Julie obviously wanted to be somewhere else right now!
"Well, maybe if I put them right at the base of her nipples, par tly through the aureolas." Julie's mouth quivered in uneasiness. "Shall we brand her or ring her first, girls?" asked Victoria.
"Why don't you brand her first, Victoria," said
Stacy. "The brand is all ready."
Victoria brought the brand near Julie. The glow- ing "S" was almost larger than the young breasts.
"Well, come on, slave-girl," said Victoria firmly,
"are you a child or a girl?… stick those breasts out to be branded like a real woman."
The poor girl thrust out her innocent mounds.
Her hands made fists, her eyes closed tightly, and her teeth clenched themselves together in anticipa- tion of the pain. Victoria lowered the brand until some of the dainty little child-silk on Julie's breast curled and browned under the heat. Victoria await- ed the scream of halt from Julie. It did not come!
The tyke actually was going to let herself be breast- branded! Victoria shook her head in disbelief and admiration.
Stacy showed admiration, but not surprise. She long since had stopped being surprised by any- thing girls accepted in life. Girls were the best things in the world.
"Wait!" said Stacy, on cue. "Before you brand her breasts, Madam, I want to check something in the law book in the library." She left, and returned quickly. The brand was still close enough for Julie to feel the heat of it. Stacy had the law book opened.
"Afraid you can't brand her, Madam, or ring her nipples either. In Georgia Statutes, Book Nine,
Page Eleven, Paragraph Two, it says that a slave- girl can't be branded and/or ringed until she's fifteen. She may be a slave at any age, but not branded or ringed."
"Oh, darn!" said Victoria.
All could see Julie actually slump in her ropes.
Her eyes opened once again. Her little breasts and chest heaved in relief. She wouldn't admit it, how- ever. Not Julie Moreland. In truth, the tyke had been scared to death. She had been one second away from shamefully wetting the floor. Now, of course, her reprieve made her brave.
"Heck," she said. "A slave-girl should have her tits branded and ringed. Those stupid lawmakers!
Eleven is old enough!" Victoria had to turn around to hide her smile. Yet, Julie had once again aroused her greatly.
"Well, get a marking pen, Stacy. I'll put the 'S' on her breasts with that."
Victoria drew two lovely script S's on Julie's young breasts. Julie was pleased with them. They were painless.
"Does the law book say anything about what age a slave-girl has to be before a mistress can torture her?" asked Victoria. Stacy thumbed through the pages.
"No, Madam. Guess you can torture her."
"Would you like to be tortured, slave-girl?" asked Victoria.
Julie's answer probably would have been no, ninety-nine times out of a hundred. But so relieved was she at escaping the branding, that torture seemed like a respite to her!
"If you wish, Mistress. I belong to you," said
Julie properly.
The clothespins looked huge on Julie's little nip- ples, and had nearly flattened them in the forceful grasp. It was, of course, the girl's first torture. She had given a rather adult moan to each application, and now lay her head against one shoulder as the pain intensified. Stacy and Sondra began to hold hands again, and their excitement was evident in their moistened pants.
"Probably should gag your slave before putting clothespins on her pussy, Madam," suggested
Sondra.
Victoria reached up under her skirt and peeled off her panties.
"Open, slave-girl," she commanded of Julie.
"Ooh, your pants look rather wet, Mistress," complained Julie.
"Slave girls don't talk back!" snapped Victoria.
"Besides, you know what I taste like. Open!" Julie opened her mouth like a baby bird expecting a worm. The pants were popped into her mouth with
force. Julie's face flushed as she tasted Victoria
Palmer once again. Victoria put clothespins on her sex lips.
It was now that young Julie Moreland felt the first real submission-domination emotion of her tender life. This sophistication usually was not experienced until teenage years, but at eleven it was more than possible. In Julie's case, it was occurring. The full realization finally sank home to her as Victoria and her two servants sat in easy chairs and admired the view which she presented them. Naked, spread open, bound by thumbs and toes, painful clothespins on nipples and sex lips, a woman's damp panty in her mouth. A slave!
Julie gave out a muffled moan as it hit her.
Victoria was well aware of the moment. She was experiencing the sight of a very young girl feeling the excitement of submission and bondage for the first time. She stared at Julie's sex expectantly, and eventually was rewarded. Small drops of liquid oozed out and fell to the floor. A spanking should do it.
She stood behind Julie and applied the spanking full force. They were gunshots in volume.
"When you're ready to eat my pussy, and
Stacy's and Sondra's too, just nod your head, you little slut." Victoria intentionally issued the crude words to further excite Julie's submission. It worked. Especially being called a slut. At the next loud smack of hand against her bottom, Julie burbled into her gag. Following this, she began to chew on the panties, jerked, orgasmed terribly, and fell limp in her ropes. Her thighs were soaked from the emission.
Victoria removed the clothespins and the ropes, and Julie sat like a child on the floor to get her senses back. Her eyes were big and blue, and very, very submissive.
"Thank your mistress for the spanking, Julie said Stacy.
"Thank you for spanking… my ass, Mistress
It came out very adult and very exciting.
"You're welcome, bitch," said Victoria, conti ing the delightful game. "Now, little slut, beg to eat our pussies until we come!"
"Mistress, may I please eat your pussy… until you orgasm?"
"You have permission, slave-girl," sighed Victo ria. She was near exploding in sexual excitement
"I want to hear a lot of wet slurping when you ( too!"
Julie Moreland squealed in ultimate submission and threw herself into her task. First it was her mistress, and then Sondra and Stacy, and Victoria once again. When she had finished, she was quite little expert in the art of girlability.
Saturday morning breakfast was delightfull
Victoria in her crisp white shorts and sweater,and the two servants in their attractive outfits were lovely contrast to Julie who ate her cereal clad only in ankle chains. Her pixie face radiated happiness
"I really feel like a… woman this morning
Mistress."
"You are a woman, Julie," said Victoria. "Vi much so, now."
"What are the games this morning, Mistress asked Julie. "Do I get some more to eat after my cereal?"
"Afraid not, Julie," smiled Victoria. "I'm quite worn out from your efforts all night long. You g‹ me little sleep, you know. I think your cereal have to suffice this morning. We are going to play thumb-hang, though. I want to see if you can break the record set by Sondra. One hour and eight minutes."
It was a lovely morning to play thumb-hang out- doors, and Victoriaa selected the oak tree branch.
"I think you'd look terribly pretty if you wore the clothespins on your nipples, Julie, while you hang. Here, put them on yourself while I find some thumb cord."
Julie was, on this her second day, well into the delights of sophisticated bondage, and she snapped the wooden pins onto her nipples without hesitation. Stacy and Sondra held hands as the tyke was pulled upwards. Arousement was begin- ning quite early on this warm morning. It would be another exciting day, it appeared. Victoria left to read the paper, and for Stacy and Sondra, it was the breakfast dishes and a kitchen cleanup. They returned in an hour to check the progress of the young slave and her assault on the Briargate thumb-hang record. Julie hung quietly, her impish face nestled forward on her chest. Her nipples, within the forceful confines of the clothespins, were swollen slightly as would be expected.
At an hour and a half, Julie finally began to squirm a bit, and at two hours and eleven minutes she spoke her first words.
"Well, guess that's probably it, Mistress. I'm hurting quite a bit now. If it wasn't for the darn clothespins on my nipples I think I could make at least another hour. But…"
"Very good, Julie!" exclaimed Victoria. "A new record for Briargate. Sorry, Sondra."
Sondra pouted. "Well, of course Julie is just a little thing. Not much weight there at all Oh, heck, congratulations, Julie!"
It was a great day. Julie finally went home in late afternoon, very much now a young lady, and infatuated with the delights of submission and slavery. The game would be repeated on another weekend, Victoria had promised, and it would be.
What started out to be a perfect day ended in total misery at Briargate. The first indication of trouble came during John and Victoria Palmer's late-afternoon cocktail hour. Even in the kitchen
Stacy and Sondra could hear them arguing. Not only that, but they heard Victoria crying, and shortly thereafter their mistress ran weeping up to her room. The servants threw down their dish towels and ran up to the master bedroom for, after all, consoling their mistress was indeed a primary duty.
Victoria lay sobbing on the bed. Stacy stroked her hair and Sondra dabbed at her wet cheeks with a handkerchief, waiting patiently for her to speak.
When it came, it was total disaster.
"My husband has decided to transfer your ser- vice to his business partner and wife in Birming- ham. Owes them a financial favor, it seems.
Middle-aged couple, not at all attractive. You go next week!" Suddenly, Victoria began to wail help-
1essly. "Oh, I love you both so… I can't bear it…
I argued and pleaded… but husbands have the last say in the South… Oh!… there's nothing I can do… I shall just die without you!"
Stacy and Sondra collapsed into the arms of
Victoria, their world crushed. Their wails joined
Victoria's, and it was a symphony of grief. Later, in their room, Stacy and Sondra wept for hours.
Until after midnight. That's when Stacy got the idea. She explained it to Sondra, and the two hugged and kissed each other in total happiness.
The next morning they went into the fruit"cellar to put their plan into effect, after gathering the necessary items. It took perseverance to keep their secret quiet, but they managed, and uttered only muffled sounds which could not be heard upstairs.
Naturally, they performed their task on each other.
They found Victoria sitting disconsolately by the pool.
"What are you two looking so happy for this morning?" she said. "I thought you loved me?"
"We do love you, darling," beamed Stacy.
"That's why we're happy! As of right now, Sondra and I resign from domestic service, as is our right.
We quit! We won't go to Birmingham. Instead, we are going into voluntary slave-service as is also our right by law. Under voluntary slave-service we can choose who we wish to serve. We choose you, darling! "
Victoria's mouth hung open in stunned delight.
"But… but…"
Stacy and Sondra turned their backs to Victoria while they peeled off their blouses. When they turned back, Victoria screamed in joy.
Four delightful breasts bore freshly branded S's above the nipples. The nipples themselves sported glistening rings, centered perfectly through the exact middle! One of Stacy's still oozed a tiny red droplet.
"And Look!" squealed Stacy. The two girls lifted up their skirts, yanked down their pants, and ex- hibited one cheek to Victoria. In the exact center was a livid V. For Victoria, of course. A personal brand, as it were.
Tears rolled down Victoria's happy face.
"I… I… I… don't know what to say… I'm so happy… what can I say… I…"
"Well, Mistress," sighed Stacy, "we won't be able to call you darling, and you'll simply have to stop being so sweet to us… and punish us awfully
We have been quite spoiled by you, you know. We need to learn our station once again. In fact, we branded and ringed each other without your per- mission just now. I would imagine that calls for a simply terrible whipping. Don't you agree
Sondra?"
"Oh yes, Stacy," said Sondra. "Just terrible. I would say at least a hundred lashes."
"Perhaps two hundred," mused Stacy.
"Yes, of course," said Sondra. "Two hundred at the very least."