Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2017 00:26:17 +0000 (UTC)
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Subject: Janet in Training CH07 Part 2

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"Janet in Training" Chapter Seven: A Terrible Phone Call
Part TWO


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Janet CH07 PT2 Continued:


Back in Janet's small apartment, they were washing up after dinner.  The
meal had been a restrained affair as they were both in shock.  They had
picked up something on the way home, after having been driven to Queens in
the same limo that had taken them to Erica's house.

	"Well," said Tiffany, "pinch me."

	Feeling suddenly playful, Janet reached inside Tiffany's blouse and
under her bra.  She pinched and twisted her nipple, which was hard and
erect.

	"Owww," cried Tiffany.

	"Well you did want me to pinch you," said Janet.

	"I just can't believe it."

	"My boss isn't going to be too thrilled about me taking the week
off," said Janet.

	"Screw him," said Tiffany.

	"Can't.  He's gay," Janet answered.

	They both laughed together and embraced.  Janet tried to feel
Tiffany's medallion inside her sex, but couldn't beneath the fabric of her
dress.

	"Shall we?" asked Tiffany.

	"Why not," answered Janet.

	Afterwards, Janet reflected that she didn't have a Maid handy to
change the bed.

	The next day, they each helped each other pack the first things
they would need.  Blanca arrived to help, and they were just about ready
when the truck and limo arrived.  The drive through afternoon traffic was a
horror, and when they arrived it was past 6 PM.  Their stuff was unloaded,
and they were left alone with Blanca.

	"My car, I left it in Queens!" gasped Janet.

	"There's a Toyota and a BMW in the garage that are in the estate's
name, and yours to use.  Just don't wreck them, please," cautioned Blanca.

	"I still can't believe it," said Janet.

	"Learn fast," said Blanca, before she left by limo.

	"God damn," said Tiffany. "What do we do now?"

	Blanca had made sure that the kitchen had been stocked in advance
in with the basics.  They had a simple dinner of salad, hot dogs, and baked
beans.

	"Andrea was quite a cook," said Janet.

	"I remember once she told me she went to school for that."

	Tiffany picked up a hot dog with a fork and they both looked at it.

	"Had a guy once with a dong about that length," said Tiffany.

	"What happened?"

	"He was about as hard too," laughed Tiffany as she took a bite.

	"Hardly the elegant meal that I expected my first night here,"
observed Tiffany.

	"Perhaps we could light candles," said Janet.

	"And drip the wax on each other!"

	"Now that's a thought!" said Janet.

	They walked the grounds and used each other till dawn, when they
finally fell asleep in each other's arms, drunk with their new position in
life!

	The next day, Stephanie arrived for a lunchtime visit.  Janet
cleaned the downstairs (which had already been immaculate anyway) and
Tiffany cooked.

	She was dressed in a conservative blue business suit, with modest
heels.  It was strange to see her without Camille in attendance.

	They talked, and she reminisced about Erica.

	"Erica was a good friend, and a good Mistress.  You two should be
honored that you knew her."

	"Yes, I'm sure that I will be carrying her marks for some time,"
said Tiffany.

	"Well, the first place to start is a Maid.  Here," she said,
passing a photo from her purse.

	The photo showed a girl in the late twenties dressed in a rubber
Maid's outfit.

	"Her name's Tina North.  She's been a slave for quite a while, and
now is ready to serve in a household.  I think that she'll be a valuable
asset to your House."

	"How should we treat her?" asked Janet.

	"With kindness and discipline, never exceeding her limits,"
cautioned Stephanie.

	"Yes," Janet answered.

	"Good, I'll have her report here tomorrow.  I'll bring her myself.
You are expected to make a list of chores for her to do, a schedule for
work, days off, and so on.  I'll help you with that," offered Stephanie.

	"Thank you," said Janet.

	"I think that I can do without the advice," said Tiffany.

	Janet looked at her lover in surprise.  If there was one thing that
she had learned in life, was never to refuse advice when offered!
Especially when they were navigating in a minefield like this one!

	"Why did you insult Stephanie?" asked Janet after their guest had
left.

	"Because she hurt me last time, and I never liked her anyway,"
pouted Tiffany.

	"Just don't do it again," advised Janet.

	Tiffany left in a huff for the Dungeons to sulk.
	* * * *
	Dinner that night was a restrained affair with neither of them
talking much.  Janet had broiled some steaks, and it may as well have been
cardboard for the lack of enjoyment that dinner brought.

	They cleaned up in silence, and Janet decided that they wouldn't
sleep together.  She had picked out another bedroom, and had turned the
covers.  She had even selected an adult novel to read before bed.

	When she was undressing for bed, the door suddenly burst open.
Naked, she was startled when Tiffany broke in.  In her hands she was
carrying a pair of gleaming steel handcuffs, a collar, and a ballgag.

	Tiffany struck Janet, and they fell to the bed, wrestling!
Suddenly, Janet was back in her high school years, her brother in wrestling
with the damn rubber suit (was that why she was attracted to rubber now?)
pouncing on her.  Over time, she picked up the moves and learned to fight
him off.  One day, when she was nearly mugged in NY, she had fought someone
off, scaring her to death.

	"Tiffany, stop!" yelled Janet.

	Because Tiffany had been carrying too many things in her hands, she
had not been able to get a proper grip on Janet.  The things she brought
scattered, and Janet was able to force Tiffany onto her chest with her arms
wrenched behind her back.  Janet saw the handcuffs on the bed, picked them
up and locked Tiffany's hands behind her back.  They were both panting from
the fight.

	"What do you think you were doing?" gasped Janet.

	Tiffany didn't reply, but instead remained silent.

	"Well?"

	Janet turned her companion over, and saw that Tiffany was dressed
in just her bra and panties, plus a pair of shoes.  She picked up the
collar and ballgag, and displayed them to Tiffany.

	"So these were for me.  Had you asked, I just might have worn them.
Even gone down the Dungeon for a little fun.  But not like this," said
Janet.

	"I'm Mistress here," said Tiffany.

	"Really.  You had better start acting like it, not like some
insolent slave who doesn't know her place.  In fact, I think that we shall
go to the Dungeon tonight.  But you're going to be the one that feels the
lash," said Janet.

	"No!" cried Tiffany.

	In short order, Tiffany wore the collar and ballgag.  With her arms
behind her back, Tiffany was helpless.

	Janet then found a chain in the nightstand (very convenient) and
locked Tiffany to the ringbolt set in the wall, making her kneel on the
wooden floor.

	"Got to get dressed," said Janet.

	Grabbing her discarded pair of panties, she slipped then on and
padded barefoot to Erica's bedroom.  Strangely enough, they had not spent
the night there, but had instead used another room.

	Going inside, she rushed to the closet.  Weeks before, when she had
been Mistress for a night, she had looked through Erica's extensive
wardrobe.  Janet had been pleased to discover that she and Erica were the
same size, so she could wear her clothes.

	But now, rushing to find something to wear in the Dungeon, she
suddenly stopped her mad dash.  There were things missing!

	"What the?" questioned Janet.

	There were empty places were she had looked at an admired what must
have been specially made clothes.  Both normal and fetish wear.  Still only
wearing panties, she went into Erica's drawers.

	Any woman's wardrobe would contain her underwear, makeup supplies,
and plenty of it.  But either Erica didn't have very much, or a good part
of it was missing.  It was as if what was left was meant to cover what was
missing.  And why was all her underwear new?  Surely she didn't just wear
something once and throw it away?  Erica's house, for all her wealth, was
quite plain and she had displayed disdain for the trappings of wealth.  So
where were her used things?

	She was going to question Blanca about it at the first chance she
got!  But as she dressed in a leather bra, skirt, and boots she still got
that nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right.  A woman dead by
accident doesn't just remove her favorite clothes beforehand, nor have only
new underwear in her drawer.

	Janet was going to have to search the whole house, and fire up that
computer.  Her skin crawled with the suspicion that something was going on.
And she was going to get to the bottom of it.

	But first she had to attend to Tiffany's bottom, and her anger at
her friend's action resurfaced.

	"Bitch," said Janet aloud, "Bitch!"

	 When she returned to her bedroom, Tiffany was still there, bound
naked on the floor.  Janet pulled her collar chain, making her rise to her
feet.  It had been a long time since she and Andrea had reversed roles, and
now she was the Mistress of the house.  Provided she fulfilled Erica's
conditions, of course.

	Janet wasted no time and pinched Tiffany's nipple, making her
squeal behind her gag.  Then she pinched Tiffany's clit making her jump in
response.

	"Now that we've established who is in charge here," said Janet
"It's time to go down to the Dungeon."

	Janet didn't make Tiffany wear the usual high heels.  Instead, she
removed the ones that she had on.  After releasing her collar chain, she
attached a leash.  She had found a blindfold, which she quickly used to cut
off Tiffany's vision.

	Even though they both knew the way to the Dungeon by heart, Janet
wanted to preserve the ritual of blindfolding the slave during the trip to
the Dungeon.  Tiffany obediently followed Janet as they walked to the
hidden elevator downstairs.

	In a few minutes, they were in the Dungeon.  Evidently, Tiffany had
been here before, as the lights and heat were already on.  Tiffany had
planned well, except that it was she that would be feeling the whip!

	"Thanks for getting everything ready, Tiffany," said Janet, "Since
I don't have a Maid yet."

	Janet didn't waste any time, nor did she want to do anything fancy.
She placed cuffs on Tiffany's wrists and ankles, replacing the articles of
slavery that Janet had grown used to in serving Erica.

	Then she pulled Tiffany to the center of the room, where a chain
was hanging from the ceiling.  She unlocked her handcuffs, and then locked
the leather cuffs above Tiffany's head.  Locating a spreader bar, she
opened Tiffany's legs and locked it to the D rings.

	Tiffany stood, totally helpless and exposed.  Janet found the
control and took up the slack on the ceiling chain, forcing Tiffany to
stand straight and erect.

	"That's better," said Janet.

	Even though they had made love ever since Erica's death, Janet
couldn't pass up the chance to pinch and roughly fondle Tiffany's bound
form.  It was one thing to make passionate love together in bed.  It was
quite something else to roughly examine Tiffany's naked body prior to
discipline.

	Even though she planned to use the whip, Janet got a riding crop.
She used the tip as a probe to trace Tiffany's curves, and to insert
between her breasts and legs.  She pushed the tip between her sex, making
Tiffany moan.

	Janet then removed her blindfold and gag, and Tiffany panted from
the rough examination that she had just undergone.

	"Thank you, Mistress," panted Tiffany.

	"You're welcome, slave."

	"You have a choice Tiffany.  Either the whip, or the crop."

	"The whip, Mistress," said Tiffany.

	"For once, we agree on something."

	Janet replaced the crop with a long coiled sinuous whip.  She felt
the fresh oil on her fingertips, since she had chosen not to wear gloves
this evening.

	"Please," plead Tiffany, "don't whip me?"

	"Perhaps you should have thought of that before you tried to
restrain me.  Were you so certain that you could overpower me?  I'm full of
surprises," said Janet.

	"No, Janet, no!"

	"Mistress Janet to you," said Janet.

	"Mistress Janet, please, no!"

	"What's so different about being whipped by me instead of Erica.
After all, you love the whip.  Regardless of who's yielding it."

	"Yes, Mistress."

	"So kiss the handle like a good girl before I put that gag back,"
said Janet.

	Tiffany reached her lips forward and kissed the handle.  At first,
she hesitated.  But then, Janet was pleased to see that she was showing the
same enthusiasm as she had displayed for Mistress Erica.

	"That's good," said Janet.

	"Thank you, Mistress," said Tiffany.

	"Good.  Then we can begin."

	Janet stood back, cracking the whip to get its proper feel.  She
loved the way it moved, and the sound it made.  Then she struck!

	"Owwww!" cried Tiffany.

	Janet struck again, not caring to have the strokes counted.  She
could do without theatre tonight, only wanting to have Tiffany display her
submission to her.

	"Owwww!"

	"Owwww!"

	Janet delivered each stroke with only a moderate degree of force.
She wanted the whip to coil itself around Tiffany's curves, then the tip
would smack into her naked flesh.

	Janet did not really want to hurt Tiffany, or break her skin.  What
she did want was to make Tiffany understand that she had gotten off to a
bad start, and the Janet was now in charge!

	"Owwww!"

	"Janet, please stop," cried Tiffany.

	"What's wrong, Tiffany?  Lost your desire to please your Mistress?"

	"It hurts!"

	"So did Mistress Erica, but you loved her whip.  Just as you will
come to love mine," said Janet.

	"Owwww!"

	Janet began to concentrate on her upper body.  She wanted the whip
to strike Tiffany's breasts, which it did.  Once her breasts were covered
by multiple red marks, she paused.

	"Thank you, Mistress," said Tiffany.

	"I'm not done yet," answered Janet.

	Giving Tiffany a chance to rest, Janet looked around the Dungeon.
Again, things were missing that she painfully remembered.  Whips, crops,
and other things.  Not that there wasn't enough left here to restrain a
whole group of girls.

	"What the hell?" asked Janet to herself.

	"Mistress?" asked Tiffany.

	"Sorry to neglect you, Tiffany.  I was just surveying the Dungeon.
Every home should have one downstairs, don't you think?"

	"Mistress please!"

	Janet then uncoiled the whip, and displayed it to Tiffany.

	"Shall we start again?" Janet asked.

	This time, she concentrated on Tiffany's sex and behind.  The tip
would bury itself between Tiffany's opened legs, making her shake and
rattle her chains.  Tears flowed onto her cheeks, and her makeup ran
leaving lines of color.

	But it was her behind that was turning colors!  With each stroke,
she would leave another red mark on her bottom.  Since Tiffany had not been
whipped for some time, the new ones stood out.

	"Owwww!" cried Tiffany.

	"Stop, please stop, Mistress Janet!" cried Tiffany.

	Taking no notice of her pleas, Janet continued to punish her.
Without remorse or anger, even though she had boiling earlier, Janet
restrained her strokes.  She did not want Tiffany to plead mercy, for then
she would have to stop.  Instead, she wanted to make Tiffany feel quite
uncomfortable for what she had done.

	When Janet was satisfied that the whip had done its job, she
ceased.

	"Thank your Mistress," said Janet.

	Tiffany appeared to hesitate, and Janet pretended to utilize the
whip again.

	"Thank you, Mistress for the punishment that I have received.  I
was a very bad girl before, and it will never happen again," said Tiffany.

	"Good.  Now a little something else, and then I can lock you away
for the night."

	Janet selected a lightweight flogger.  It wouldn't mark, but it
would aggravate the earlier ones that Janet had already inflicted.  The
broad strands impacted on Tiffany's skin, making her moan and thrash.
Janet enjoyed seeing her reacting in this way and make sure that she used
it on all the right places.

	"Now then," said Janet, standing before a tearful Tiffany, "all
done now."

	"Thank you, Mistress."

	Janet locked Tiffany in one of the upstairs bedrooms, next to
Erica's master bedroom.  She had moved there after dominating Tiffany.
Once Tiffany had been cleaned up, Janet locked her to the ringbolt in the
wall.

	"Now don't give me any trouble," said Janet.

	"Yes, Mistress."

	After getting out of her leather gear, Janet discovered that she
could use a quick shower.  The enjoyed the hot streams, soaping her breasts
and sex.  She dried herself off, then blow dried her hair.  Once she was
done, she retrieved the novel that she had wanted to read earlier.

	Janet checked once more on Tiffany, then got under the covers
naked.  She fingered the ring on her index finger, wondering if she should
continue to wear it.  Janet dropped off to sleep, feeling satisfied.
	* * * *
	The next day, Mistress Stephanie Richards drove up.  In the
passenger seat was the girl that Stephanie recommended.  Janet opened the
door for the two of them.  Since it was quite warm, they didn't have coats
on.  Stephanie wore a dress, and so did Tina.

	"Please come in," greeted Janet.

	"Thank you," said Stephanie, "Tina this is Janet Davis, the
Mistress I told you about."

	"Pleased to meet you, Mistress Janet."

	"But where is Mistress Tiffany?" asked Stephanie.

	"In the library," answered Janet.

	After closing the door, the three made their way to the Library.
When they entered, Stephanie saw Tiffany seated in a chair.  Around her
neck was a slave collar, but otherwise she was dressed normally in a blouse
and skirt.

	"Tina, this is Mistress Tiffany, who also is Mistress in this
house," said Stephanie as she introduced Janet's companion.

	"Mistress Tiffany, pleased to meet you," said Tina.

	"Please sit down," directed Janet.

	Having made the introductions, Janet asked Tina some personal
questions.  Who she had trained under, who she had served, and so on.  Tina
even displayed her recent whip marks on her breasts and behind.

	"Good, good," said Janet.

	Tina also told of her skills in the upkeep of the house.  This was
all part of the contract between Mistress and Submissive that had to be
established first, before Tina would formally serve in the House.

	Once that was done, Stephanie declared herself a witness.  Tiffany
rose and walked out the door, and closed the library door behind her.

	"What happened?" asked Stephanie.

	"Tina, could you please open the library door and leave us for a
few minutes," directed Janet.

	"Certainly, Mistress Janet," answered Tina.

	After Tina had left, Stephanie faced Janet.

	"Well?"

	"We had a difference of opinion yesterday.  Tiffany burst into my
bedroom last night, with cuffs, a collar, and a gag.  She wanted to
restrain me, but I won the fight and punished her instead."

	"Shocking," said Stephanie.

	"Her punishment is to wear the collar for two days, and she gets
locked up every night."

	"Adequate," said Stephanie, "and fair."

	"Thank you, Mistress."

	"Take care of Tina, she will make a good maid and slave.  Her
things are in the car, just a couple of suitcases."

	"Thank you, Mistress Stephanie."

	Once Tina had brought her things into the Maid's room, she let the
girl unpack in peace.

	"Tina?"

	"Yes, Mistress Janet."

	"I've cleaned out the possessions of the previous Maid who used to
live here; and we'll go in Manhattan to outfit you with a new fetish
wardrobe in addition to the conventional one."

	"Thank you, Mistress Janet," answered Tina.

	"You're welcome, Tina."

	Suddenly Janet realized the immense responsibilities that came with
being a Mistress of her own House!  It was much simpler to be a slave in
the Dungeon!

The End of Chapter Seven PT2