"Good morning, mistress," came a chorus of two. Today the words came so easily it surprised them.

"Off to the nurse to get your rings. Then you'll meet the other slaves. They're cute. You'll like them." Jan was in a very good mood it seemed.

The rings! They knew of the rings of Avondale.

It had all sunk in yesterday and was expected.

They had talked about it in bed between delicious tastes of each other.

Jan led the girls to the medical lab and turned them over to the nurse before leaving.

"Hello, I'm Sabrina," said the nurse. Pamela and

Donna said nothing. They were having trouble tak- ing Sabrina in.

The girl was deep brunette, with long hair, per- haps twenty-six. Her nurses' uniform was quite more than had been expected by the girls, but after last night, very delightful indeed. The top was form-fitt,ing, and by the two pinkish spots, it was very obvious that there was no bra underneath.

The little skirt was just that. Little. It came down only as far as the bottom of Sabrina's white pan- ties, if that. The strip of panty that swung between her legs was not covered at all. She was a study in exciting white. Yesterday Sabrina would have re- ceived a glance from the girls. Today, a thorough assessment!

"O.K., let's get to it," said Sabrina pleasantly.

"Take your pants off, and… Pamela… you're first. Up on the table, hon."

Pamela assumed her position on the table, lying flat. Sabrina tied her wrists and arms to bolts at the four corners. Pamela once again was rather stunned by the pure acceptance of bondage at

Avondale. It was put on just like a coat would be at home, and because it was, it became so much easier for a girl to acclimate herself to. Yet, it was

stunning, in a way, to know that this lovely nurse had bound her and was about to put rings in her as merely her oft-repeated job! As Sabrina had tied her, she had told the girls about her husband and three young children, and her involvement in com- munity and church affairs.