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Subject: THE CHALLENGE chapters 10-12

Chapter 10: The Rescue -  Part One: The Debt Recalled - February 1986

The party was held at the country home of Mistress  Marcia, and her
husband, Simon.  They owned a successful catering business in New York City, and
lived  there during the week.  But on  weekends, they stayed in their country
house up in Pawling, New  York.
They owned an old farmhouse, with plenty of room.  They had converted the
basement to a D/s  playroom that they kept locked unless they were having a
party.
Erica and Lisa had been invited, and they stayed together  almost all of
the time.  Food and  drinks had been served upstairs, and the playroom had
been reserved for play and  demonstrations.
While there was a substantial interest in showing off  homemade toys,
whips, floggers, and the like, Erica really wasn't into that sort  of thing.  She
much preferred to  just go to the city, and buy all of her toys there in
the shops.
Erica and Lisa sat together in the playroom, sipping  their drinks.  They
chatted with  other Masters and Mistresses that Erica knew, and made small
talk.
"You're very successful," whispered a Domme in Erica's  ear.
Erica turned and hugged her friend Erin, and kissed her  on the cheek.
"Erin!  I didn't know that you were here,"  greeted Erica.
"I didn't either, but my husband just begged me to  come.  I'll punish him
later for  that," laughed Erin.
"You're looking well," commented Erica.
"Thank you, a little dieting helps."
Erin was an Irish  Redhead who Dommed only men, and then she turned around
and married one of her  slaves.  They lived over in  New Jersey,  and they
both had their own careers.  She stood 5 foot five in heels, and was wearing
a leather bodysuit, and  long gloves.
"Someone's just come in upstairs, and she's going to  Domme a new prospect
of hers."
"Really, who's that?" asked Erica.
"I've never seen her before, have you ever heard of a  Mistress Lauren?"
"Yes," replied Erica, "I've heard of her."
"I want to get a drink upstairs, I'll see you later,"  said Erin.
Erica and Lisa had been sitting up front, in the front  row of folding
chairs next to some of the toys that their hosts had in the  playroom.  They had
a set of stocks,  some ceiling chains, a padded sawhorse, bondage platform,
and finally a bondage  cross.
"Do you want to leave?" asked Lisa.
"No, but let's sit in the back," said Erica.
"I think that I saw some masks around here."
"Get two," ordered Erica.
While Erica got two seats in the back, Lisa removed two  masks from a table
against one of the walls.  According to D/s etiquette, once masked,  nobody
would identify them to anyone else.  They sat in back, next to a male and
female couple.  He was her master, she wore a collar,  and he was holding
onto her leash.
Erica and Lisa sat down together, and placed masks on  their faces.  Their
companions  nodded to them in knowing silence.
"I would now like to introduce Mistress Lauren, and her  painslut," said
Mistress Marcia, "who are going to provide a little  demonstration for us
this evening."
Lisa glanced at her watch, because she knew that they had  a meeting
tomorrow in Manhattan.  She pointed at the dial, and Erica  indicated that they
should stay seated.
Lauren walked out in front of the small audience, wearing  a Dominatrix
dress in black leather, and matching heels.  She was holding the leash of a
cloaked  and collared woman in a black mask that was walking behind her.
"Thank you, Mistress Marcia.  This is my painslut, named simply  S.  I am
going to provide a  demonstration of how a slave can take an extraordinary
amount of  use."
The audience sat in silence as Lauren unlocked the leash  from the slave's
collar, then removed her cloak.  Under the cloak, the woman was totally
naked, except for wrist and ankle bracelets.  Erica noted the signs that she
had been  harshly used before.
`No surprise, given that she serves Lauren,' Erica  thought to herself.
Without even asking for a safeword, Lauren pulled the  woman over to the
bar, forcing her legs apart then locked her ankles, then after  bending her
over, her wrists to the legs of the padded sawhorse.
>From her bag she then removed a paddle, and displayed it  to the audience.
"I shall start with a paddle on her behind," said  Lauren.
Without ceremony or any other prelude, she began by  delivering a modest
blow to the slave's bottom, who remained silent during her  use.  Then she
followed that up with  a regular series of strokes, each one harder than the
last.
There was no counting of the strokes by the slave, or by  Mistress Lauren.
But in the back,  Erica's trained eye counted each stroke.  Soon, the slave
began to emit little cries after every stroke or  two.
Her bottom was fast progressing from lightly to mildly  onto harshly
punished, as Lauren rained blow after blow on her exposed and  vulnerable ass
cheeks.  Lauren did  not stop, pause, or show any mercy.  Or any concern for her
slave, either.
"Do you want to leave?" softly asked Lisa.
"No, hush," replied Erica.
After Erica had counted thirty blows with the paddle had  been delivered,
and the last series the hardest of all, did Lauren abruptly  stop.
"Thank you, Mistress!" cried S.
There was scattered applause from the audience, most of  who did not know
of Mistress Lauren, Erica guessed.  After this night, though, everyone
would.
"Thank you," Lauren said to her audience, "now I shall  continue."
Lauren then released S from the padded sawhorse, and  wasted no time in
locking her wrists to the ceiling chain.  She attached a spreader bar to her
ankles, opening her sex to whatever Lauren intended.
Casually, Lauren pinched the slave's nipples so hard as  to make her cry
out, then dug her nails cruelly into her sex.
"I shall make you scream," threatened Lauren.
"Yes, Mistress."
>From her bag, Lauren then selected a crop.  This one was a long straight
object, a  piece of bamboo reed wrapped in leather.  Unlike other crops, this
one was intended for harsh use.  There was no leather pad at the end,  which
was usually used on a slave.  So the rod itself would be used.
Again, Lauren began to issue one stroke after another  onto the taut form
of S.  While the  first strokes were quite mild, others were considerably
more severe.
Erica counted each stroke, her eyes recording each one  and her mind
counting them one by one.  S would cry out occasionally, a stifled moan.  The
sound of someone who no longer cared  whatever happened to her.
Lauren continued without pause or mercy again, heavily  striping her slave.
 Erica somehow  managed to keep count, even when Lauren circled around her
slave.
S endured strokes to the inside and outside of her  thighs, her sex, her
breasts, and also to her injured bottom.  She was not hanging off the floor,
but  instead was standing on the soles of her feet.
"Ahhhhh!" S cried sharply when the crop struck her sex,  making her jump
within her confinement.
"Silence, slave!" ordered Lauren, who slashed at S even  harder.
Erica believed that she counted forty strokes before  Lauren stopped.  The
stripes that  Lauren had left behind would last for weeks, thought Erica,
and would become  real welts the next day.
`What sort of woman would want to endure such  punishment?' Erica asked
herself.
"Kiss the crop," ordered Lauren.
S reached forward and kissed the crop that Mistress  Lauren offered her.
She was allowed a few moments rest, before Lauren then  produced a flogger.
Erica thought that at least the flogger wouldn't leave  welts behind.  It
was made of broad  soft leather strands that would hurt, but not mark.
Still, Lauren appeared to be putting all of her strength  into each stroke,
making S cry out with every other blow.
"Please, Mistress!" cried S, tears streaming down her  cheeks.
"Silence!"
`I know that voice,' Erica thought to herself, as she  continued to count
each stroke with the flogger.
"Do you want to leave?" asked Lisa.
"If you ask again," quietly answered Erica, "I swear I'll  thrash you
tomorrow.  We stay  here."
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica had counted about thirty strokes with the flogger,  with her
concentration interrupted by Lisa.  Her maid would pay for her transgression  later.
"Thank you, Mistress," cried S.
"As you can see, S is a remarkable painslut.  For my final use, I shall use
the single  tail whip."
A murmur of concern emanated from the crowd.  The single tail whip was a
dangerous  instrument, one that could slice flesh easily if not used
correctly.  Erica refrained from using it, and only  kept it for display purposes.
Lauren exchanged the flogger for the whip, which she  cracked a few times
in the air for effect.  Then she began to use it on S, who cried out from
both fright and actual  pain when it struck her already punished flesh.
Erica noted that tears were streaking down the cheeks of  the slave's face,
under the mask.  Either this woman was a true painslut, or there was
something else at  work here.
"Ahhhhh!" cried S.
"Silence, slut."
Lauren continued until Erica had counted twenty, then  ceased, and offered
the handle to the sobbing and beaten slave.
"Thank you very much," said Lauren to the  crowd.
"Talk to Lauren, distract her, keep her away from S,"  Erica softly
ordered Lisa, "I want to talk to her, alone."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Don't remove your mask, she must not know who you  are!"
"I understand."
Two of Marcia's other guests helped release S, and sat  her down on a
wooden bench.  S  winced when her beaten bottom touched the hard wood, and Erica
noted the tears  on her cheeks.
Lisa engaged Lauren in conversation, and the Mistress  made no effort
either to comfort or to help her slave after her ordeal, as Erica  would have
done under the same circumstances.  Erica was pleased that Lisa obeyed her
orders, even if sometimes she did not understand them.
Erica poured a glass of water from a pitcher, and removed  a few tissues
from a box on a nearby table.  S had been left alone, sobbing on the  bench,
with nobody to help her.
"Here," said Erica, "drink this."
"Thank you," replied S as she drank greedily.
Up close, Erica was shocked at the condition of the  slave's body.  While
the single tail  whip had not sliced the skin, drops of blood were visible on
the woman's  back.  Not just at the recent marks,  but evidence of past
marks as well.  But it was her voice!  A  chill went down Erica's spine!
"Dry your eyes," suggested Erica.
S undid her mask, and covered her eyes with the tissues,  drying her tears.
She then looked up at Erica, and the universe seemed to  stop.
It was the face of Dr. Stephanie Richards, the woman who  had saved Alana's
life that June morning six years earlier, and in another  life.

The drive back from Pawling to Greenwich was made in  silence, and Erica
had asked that Lisa do the driving.  Plans and ideas ran through Erica's
mind, but they would have to wait until she had information first.
When they arrived back home, Erica took a glass from the  kitchen cabinet,
and placed three ice cubes within.  Then she walked to the library, and
poured straight bourbon over the ice.  Finally, she seated herself behind the
library desk.
"Mistress, are you all right?" asked Lisa.
"Go to bed, Lisa.  I'll be along in a minute," ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica stared at the ice in the glass, then took a long  hard swallow of the
bourbon.  The  whiskey set her throat on fire, burning as it went down to
her  stomach.
`What's the use of great wealth if you can't use it?' she  asked herself.
Erica walked to the library safe, and opened it.  There were, for people in
her position,  special services available.  Karla  was one such provider
who would do a job for her, no questions asked.  She removed a manila folder,
inside of  which was an envelope.  Erica opened  the envelope, extracting a
sheet of paper within, then picked up the phone on  her desk.  She pressed
the buttons,  and after a few rings, someone picked up on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Is this Karla?" asked Erica.
"Yes."
"This is Erica.  I have a job for you."
"Go ahead."
"I want to know everything that has happened in the last  six years to a
Dr. Stephanie Richards of Greenwich Hospital."
"When do you want it?"
"Yesterday."
"This could be expensive," replied Karla.
"Money is no object."
"Forty-Eight hours.  I'll call with the location and price."
"Done."
The connection was cut on the other end, and Erica  replaced the receiver
and drained her glass.  Then she poured another, and drank that  too, a
burning anger building within her.
`What could have happened to Dr. Richards to make her  serve a sadist like
Lauren?' Erica asked herself.
Erica gripped the glass so strongly that it broke within  her hand,
scattering glass, ice, and blood on the desk.  She ran to the bathroom, and cleaned
and  dressed the cuts on her hand.
`I swear that I'm going to find out,' thought Erica, `I  swear.'

Two days later, Erica was seated in the library.  She had met Karla, and
paid him a  sizeable amount of cash for the report on Dr. Richards.  While
driving home, she had wanted to  tear the heavy manila envelope open and begin
reading.  Instead, she had waited until she  returned home, ordered Lisa to
hold all her calls, then locked herself in the  sanctuary of the library.
Karla had excelled even himself.  The report started not six years ago,
but instead was a report on Dr. Richards entire life.
Like Alana, Stephanie had been the daughter of an old  Connecticut  family.
 Instead of following the  family to Wall Street, she had decided to become
a doctor.  Stephanie had gone to Medical School in Los  Angeles, had
trained as a trauma doctor to treat accident  and gunshot victims, and was a
talented and respected doctor in her  field.
The year before Stephanie had saved Alana's life she had  married, but had
not taken her husband's name.  Alana gazed at the wedding announcement  in
the Times, and at the picture of her attractive husband.  How happy they
looked  together.
It was two years after Stephanie had saved Alana's life  that things began
to go horribly wrong for her.
First an incompetent doctor had misdiagnosed her brother,  and by the time
he was correctly diagnosed, a fatal cancer had spread through  his body,
killing him.  Stephanie  had protested to the Medical Authorities, and the
entire affair had been swept  under the rug.
Two years later, after a car accident, another  incompetent doctor killed
her husband in an emergency room.  Again, Stephanie tried to have the  doctor'
s license removed.  This  time, the doctor got off by retiring, then began
to practice again in another  state.
Stephanie had begun drinking, and after she had been  convicted of a DWI
offense she had made a minor mistake in a hospital, and  placed on suspension.
 After being  criticized by others in the Medical field, she had quietly
retired.  Or had she been forced out?  Then she began to drink again,
eventually passing out in a bar one night in Cos Cob, according to a police
report.
The report didn't say how Stephanie had ended up serving  Mistress Lauren.
But it didn't have to, for Erica had found out what she  wanted to know.
Now the only question was what she was going to do about  it.
"Keith, how can I take a slave from another Domme?" asked  Erica.
"I was wondering when you were going to ask me  something," answered Keith
as he sipped his after dinner drink.
Erica had taken Keith out to restaurant for a private  dinner, but he knew
just by looking at her that she had an ulterior motive for  seeing him.
"I have a real problem here, and I need your  help."
"Do you have a special interest in this slave?  Is she very attractive,
well trained,  good in bed?"
"It's nothing like that, I have other  reasons."
"All right, thank you for dinner, by the way," he began,  "do you know if
the slave been collared or has signed a contract with her  owner?"
"I don't know," answered Erica.
"If she hasn't, then you're in the clear.  She can just tell her former
Domme that  she has a new owner."
"What if?"
"If she has signed a contract, then either you will have  to wait until the
end of the contract, or provide a service to the other Domme  in exchange
for the slave," described Keith.
Erica realized that if Stephanie had signed a contract,  then Lauren would
never let her go if Erica wanted her.  Lauren would want nothing better than
to  keep Stephanie for no other reason than that alone.
Even if she would trade Stephanie for something, Erica  could imagine that
she would do it in exchange for only one thing.  Lauren's chance to get
Erica under her  lash once more.
"What are you going to do?" asked Keith.
"Hope that she hasn't signed a contract," answered  Erica.
"Good luck, Erica."
"Thank you, Keith."
Karla's next job had been to find out Stephanie's daily  life and
schedule.
She was tailed for a week, and all of her habits observed  and written
down.
Meantime, Erica had used her sources in the D/s  community, and had found
that Stephanie had not been collared by Lauren, nor had  there been any talk
of a contract between them.  Lauren would take her little toy to  parties,
then beat the crap out of her in public.  Erica had heard criticism of Lauren'
s  behavior from others in the community.  Good.
After a week's time, Karla delivered another report, this  time on Stephanie
's personal schedule and habits.
"Why are you interested in this woman?" asked Karla as he  handed Erica
the second envelope, as they sat together in a parked  car.
"I thought that you were the one who never asked  questions?" answered
Erica as she passed him an envelope containing her  payment.
"Just read what she did this week," suggested  Karla.
"OK, sure.  I  may need you for other services as well."
"See you soon," said Karla.
Erica sat behind the library desk, Karla's report spread  out before her.
The report had  documented all of Stephanie's movements, where she lived,
and her personal  habits.
Dr. Stephanie Richards had indeed fallen from grace.  Though she possessed
wealth, she had out  rented the Mansion that she had shared with her
husband.  She lived alone in a small apartment in  Rye, not far  from the one that
Alana had rented.  She now drove an old Ford, not the Jaguar that she owned
before.
Just as Erica had done, she had tried to assume a modest  life away from
the one of wealth and privilege that she had led before.  Both of the paths in
their lives had  somehow led them to one in submission, and both involved
serving a wrong Master  or Mistress.
Karla was right about last week.  She had gone to a gay bar, met a butch
femme, who then had beaten her up after some kind of disagreement.
The report listed where she shopped for food, her lack of  friends, her
choices in reading, and where she went everyday (mostly to a bar  for happy
hour) and how she spent her time.
Erica did not have to be a psychologist to figure out  that Stephanie
blamed herself, and her profession, for killing her brother and  her husband.
She guessed that  Stephanie had been very close to them, and she was seeking
out physical  punishment as a way of doing penance for their deaths.  Even if
they had not been her  fault.
She remembered how Stephanie had seen her in the  hospital, even though she
had now been passed onto other doctors who would put  her back together.
They had talked  on many occasions, and Alana had looked forward to seeing
the woman who had  saved her life.
Outside, snow was falling, covering everything in a  carpet of pure white.
The radio was warning everyone to drive slowly and get  off the roads.
"Lisa!" called Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Lisa from the  kitchen.
"Come here, I want you!"
Lisa entered the library, and sat in a chair, silently  waiting for Erica's
orders.
"Do you remember the woman at the party, S?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"I have taken an interest in this woman, and have been  compiling
information about her.  I  want her as my slave," stated Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica smiled to herself, since Lisa had not asked her the  reason why.
Good that after two  years her slave, she had learned not to question her
Mistress unless given  permission to do so.  For Mistress  Erica had
distinguished herself in her first two years, successfully training  many slaves,
writing articles on Dominance and submission, and was known in the  community.
"I do not know if this task will be easy or  difficult.  But there is a
reason  for why I want her."
"I understand, Mistress."
"Thank you, Lisa.  That will be all for now."
"I'm making some hot chocolate, Mistress.  Would you like a mug?"
"Yes, thank you."
Erica sipped her hot chocolate from the mug, and watched  as the snow fell
silently onto the estate.
`I owe you a debt for saving my life,' thought Erica,  `and you don't
deserve a cruel Mistress like Lauren.'
Erica knew that sooner or later, Lauren would be unable  to control
herself, and would hurt Stephanie, just as she had done with  Erica.
`By that time, Stephanie will be my collared slave,'  thought Erica, `I
hope.'

Part Two: The Rescue  Begins - March 1986
Stephanie Richards, was if nothing else, a creature of  habit.  Her day was
composed of  going to the library, walking countless hours, window shopping
at the mall, then  finally ending up for happy hour two or three days a
week at the Cork &  Board; a bar and restaurant in Rye.
In the beginning, one of Karla's men had shadowed her,  until Erica
realized that Stephanie followed a set and predictable routine.  Then Erica took
over the job herself,  and began the slow process of gaining Stephanie's
confidence.
Erica began to go the Cork & Board for Dinner alone  almost every other
night or so, even on days that Stephanie wasn't there.  She wanted to become
one of the  regulars, so that the bar and wait staff would know her face.
Her mother had loved to read spy and espionage novels,  and had avidly
watched all of the TV shows during the 1960s.  Alana had sat next to Eve,
soaking up  everything.  She had read all of her  mother's books as well, and had
learned from them.
Years later, she would put into effect the lessons that  she had acquired
from her mother's choice of entertainment.  She would worm herself into
Stephanie's  confidence, then proceed from there.
Erica would eat Dinner at the bar, watching  Stephanie.  Her target would
eat  alone also, sometimes talking to another man or woman, even leaving with
a  complete stranger on occasion.
Lisa had complained that Erica was no longer eating  Dinner at home, and
Erica had explained what she was doing.  Her Maid no longer protested and kept
 silent.
It took weeks, but over time Erica gradually ingratiated  herself into
Stephanie's confidence.  First by giving her a cigarette, next they played the
pinball machine  together, buying her drinks, finally Stephanie invited Erica
back to her  apartment.
Erica had expected to find Stephanie's apartment to be a  den of horrors,
with dirty dishes piled high in the sink, bags of trash lying  around, and
piles of laundry.  Instead the place was neat and organized, betraying nothing
of the  occupant's distress.
They first began by having nothing but sex.  Stephanie would invite Erica
into her  bed, and they would make love until she passed out from exhaustion
or  drink.
But their lovemaking was strange, to say the least.  Stephanie would
willingly service  Erica's breasts and pussy, her tongue driving Erica to one
raging climax after  another.  But when Erica tried to  reciprocate, Stephanie
pushed her away from her sex.
Erica did not comment on her lover's marks, and stayed  silent about them.
Stephanie  dutifully stripped naked in front of her lover, then climbed
into  bed.
Then Stephanie pushed Erica away, only to invite her back  the following
week.  Erica held  Stephanie loosely in her arms in bed, their bodies sweaty
from  lovemaking.
Soon, Erica was her bed partner two nights a week.  She never questioned
what Stephanie was  doing on the weekend, or the fresh welts that she
possessed seemingly every  week.
Ever so gradually, Stephanie began to respond.  She became animated and
alive  again.  Erica noted that she brought  fresh flowers into her apartment,
and began to wear perfume.  Her dressing began to improve from drab  to more
lively colors.
One night, finally, Stephanie's wall of resistance broke  down.
"It's my fault!" Stephanie cried.
"It's all right," comforted Erica as she quickly  awakened.
"I killed them!"
"Killed who?" asked Erica.
"My brother and my husband," sobbed Stephanie.
In between sobs, Stephanie related the story of how her  brother and
husband had died, how she felt responsible, and how she had been  forced to retire
as a doctor.
"Drink this," ordered Erica, as she gave Stephanie a  glass of ice water.
"Wait, I know your voice," cried Stephanie.
"Where?"
"The party, I remember now.  You gave me water and tissues after  Mistress
Lauren beat me in public.  Right?"
"Yes," admitted Erica.
"Why?"
"Has your Mistress ever taken you to bed, comforted you  after a session?
Found out why you wanted to be used?" asked  Erica.
"No," answered Stephanie, shaking her head.
"She just beats you, is that correct?"
"Yes.  That's  all she does.  Says I'm a worthless  slut," cried
Stephanie.
"I am Mistress Erica Riken, and I have taken an interest  in you,
Stephanie.  You are not a  worthless slut, just badly treated by an improper Mistress.
"
"I've heard of you.  Other Dommes at parties talk about you, and I saw
some of your writings  at a party once.  Lauren snatched  them away, called you
a bitch."
"Bitch no, Dominatrix yes."
"Why do you want me?" asked Stephanie.
"For my slave.  You would be collared to me, we would sign a contract, and
I would look  after your emotional needs as well as physical ones.  There is
more to submission than just  being beaten every weekend," described Erica.
"I don't know, Lauren is the only Mistress that I've  served.  She fills a
need in  me."
"Yes," said Erica, "but only one need.  Which is why you took me to bed,
because  you wanted someone to hold you close.  A proper Mistress would know
to fulfill all your needs."
"I don't know."
"How did you meet Mistress Lauren?" asked  Erica.
"I was in a gay bar one night, when I met Lauren.  We went back to her
place, and she took  me down to her playroom.  I told her  that I wanted to be
beaten, and that's been the way she's treated me ever  since."
"That is not what submission is all about.  What's your safeword?"
"Lauren won't let me have one, says I'm a painslut, that  all I deserve is
to be beaten."
"No, that's not the way a responsible Mistress should  conduct herself,"
answered Erica.
`Lauren has certainly learned all of the wrong lessons  from Daniel,'
thought Erica.
"If you're a Mistress, then use me over the weekend.  Lauren is away so
you can have me.  A few more marks won't matter," offered  Stephanie.
"All right, I have a house in Greenwich complete with a  Dungeon."
"Use me then, Mistress?"
"Yes, Stephanie.  I will to the best of my ability."

"Lisa!" called Erica when she returned home, closing the  door behind her.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Lisa as she put down the  laundry basket that
she was carrying.
"In the library, now!"
When they had both seated themselves in their familiar  places, Erica
almost could not contain herself.
"My seduction of Stephanie Richards has paid off.  She is not collared or
under contract to  Mistress Lauren, merely serves her as painslut.  Tomorrow,
she will join us for the  weekend."
"What are we to do, Mistress?"
"Unfortunately, Stephanie thinks that submission means  that her Mistress
can beat her as harshly as she wishes without a safeword.  Then she is not
comforted or helped by  her Mistress afterward."
"Mistress, you do not use slaves in that way."
"True, in order to win her over I shall have to beat her  severely at first
so that she gets the punishment that she craves.  Then teach her a
safeword, and gradually  wean her away from harsh discipline."
"Mistress Erica, what are we do to with Stephanie?  How am I supposed to
conduct myself?  What sort of woman is she?" asked Lisa.
"We must be very careful here, Lisa.  Stephanie Richards is a woman who has
 lost her family, her profession, almost her will to live.  Almost all that
she desires now is to be  beaten severely by Mistress Lauren, my adversary,"
 described Erica.
"What am I to do?"
"She will expect to be used, made to serve as a Domestic  alongside you.
If she makes a  mistake, you can use her like any other slave.  Except that
if you give her the severe  use that she craves, and you can fully expect her
to intentionally do something  to merit that use, you must comfort her in
your arms.  That will be the way that we win her  over, by convincing her
that she is not worthless."
"I understand, Mistress."
"Good, and one last order."
"Mistress?"
"Place the good China in the closet and put out the  normal dinnerware.  I
strongly  suspect that Stephanie will be breaking a few dishes to get our
attention this  weekend."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Excellent," replied Erica.
"Mistress, why are you doing this for one of Lauren's  slaves?" directly
asked Lisa.
"I can't answer that, Lisa.  You have to trust me.  Please?"
"I shall obey all of your orders, Mistress  Erica."
"Thank you, Lisa.  For your loyalty."
"Yes, Mistress."

Later that night, sleep wouldn't come for Erica.  She tossed and turned all
night, her  body in a cold sweat.  The same way  that she remembered
feeling in the hospital.
The face of the full moon was visible in the window, but  Erica did not see
the man in the moon.  Instead, Erica saw the face of Dr. Stephanie
Richards, wearing her  hospital garb, standing over her bed.
`I owe you my life, Dr. Richards,' thought Erica, `please  let me repay
the debt before Lauren goes too far?'

Stephanie Richards was brought into the library, naked  and collared.
After Lisa had  brought her into the house, she had been stripped and prepared
in one of the  downstairs bedrooms.  Like all of  Erica's other slaves, she
was wearing nothing but a collar around her neck and  bracelets on her wrists
and ankles.
Erica sat behind her desk, wearing a white blouse, and  plaid skirt.  Her
only indication of  her position as Domme was the presence of a crop on her
desk.
"Thank you, Lisa," said Erica.
"Kneel on the carpet, Stephanie," softly said  Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do you, Stephanie Richards, agree to serve me of your  own free will?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"That for the duration of your stay here, I shall own  your body totally?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"That I have the freedom to use you sexually?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"That you shall forever remain silent about whatever  happens to you in
this House?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"What is your safeword?" asked Erica.
"I have no safeword, Mistress.  I am nothing but a worthless  painslut."
"Not in my house, Stephanie," softly answered Erica,  "your safeword shall
be forgive."
"Yes, Mistress.  Forgive."
"The purpose of this little session is so that my Maid  can witness your
submission, and give you a final chance to back out.  Do you wish to do so?"
"No, Mistress."
"Excellent, Lisa, you may take out guest down to the  Dungeon, and chain
her according to my instructions."
"Yes, Mistress."
As Lisa led Stephanie away, Erica wondered if Lauren had  ever bothered to
do anything else with Stephanie besides beat her.  Probably not, she
thought.
In her mind's eye, she imagined what was now happening in  the Dungeon.
Stephanie would see  all of the familiar devices, then be led over to the
wall.  Lisa would make her sit on the wooden  floor, then lock her hands
together.  A chain would be locked to her ankle bracelets, to her wrists, then
collar, lastly attached to the wall.  Stephanie would have little freedom of
movement chained in this  way.
Erica wanted her to be alone, to feel the same kind of  isolation that she
had experienced from Lauren.  Then she would punish her, but add a  surprise
also.
Lisa would be standing nearby, in case of trouble.  Erica would have to
dress herself, of  course.
But that was the one of the responsibilities of being a  Mistress.
After an hour had elapsed, Erica entered the Dungeon with  Lisa following
behind her.  She had  chosen a black sleeveless Catsuit, and a pair of knee
high boots as her  outfit.  She had wanted to wear the  leather corset, but
had decided against it.  Too much trouble.
Lisa had changed out of her Maid's outfit into a leather  bodysuit, one
more suited to wearing in the Dungeon.  There was a small closet that they
could  keep scene clothing stored in the Dungeon, so they would not have to run
back up  if they needed anything.
Stephanie had taken her isolation well, and she sat,  naked on the wooden
floor, pulling at her chains.  Did Erica detect the presence of tears  on her
cheeks?
"Are you ready, Stephanie?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"You may release her, Lisa.  I shall start with a  spanking."
"Yes, spanking," answered Erica as she sat down on the  leather padded
bench.
Erica sat her PVC clad bottom down the bench, and in no  time Stephanie was
draped over her lap.  In the moderate Dungeon lights Erica could see the
evidence of past  beatings that Stephanie had endured.
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Erica used the palm of her hand to begin to spank  Stephanie's upraised
bottom.  For  all of the effect that she had, Erica might as well have been
using a  creampuff.  Stephanie just lay  there, unfeeling on her lap as her
behind soaked up every swat like a dry  sponge.
`Most women view this as being highly erotic," thought  Erica.
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
"Thank your Mistress," ordered Erica after she had  delivered 20 spanks
that left Stephanie's bottom red and Erica's hand hurting as  well.
"Thank you, Mistress Erica."
"Kneel."
Stephanie resumed her place on the floor, her hands on  her knees in
submission.  She looked  like she wanted to be punished, and harshly used.
"Lisa, hang her from the ceiling.  I want to crop her next," ordered
Erica.
Even Erica's more experienced slaves would display some  kind of emotion
when she would announce what their Mistress would do to them  next.  Instead,
Stephanie displayed  no emotions at all as she was next made to hang by her
wrists from the ceiling  chain, and then finally Lisa locked her ankles
apart.
"Excuse me," said Erica, as she rose from her seat, and  walked outside.
"Mistress?" asked Lisa in bewilderment, since Erica never  left a scene in
progress.
"I'll be right back," said Erica.
Erica walked outside, and sat on the stairs.  Her plans, to beat Stephanie
until she  cried then to comfort her, suddenly seemed worthless.  Stephanie
could take all of the  discipline that Erica could give her, and more, until
she wore Erica out.  Because what she craved was pain and  abuse.
She had seen what Lauren could do to her, and Erica  suspected that
Stephanie's public performance was only a small indicator of the  amount of use
that she could take.  Stephanie would just soak up everything that Erica would
do to her, then  beg for more.
Unless.........
"Okay, Mistress Erica," said Erica to herself, "time to  show what you're
made of."
Erica rose from the steps, dusted off her bottom, and  re-entered the
Dungeon.  Lisa was  standing next to Stephanie, who was straining to keep her
toes on the  floor.
"Mistress?"
"Just a minute, Lisa," said Erica.
Erica rummaged through the cabinet, until she removed the  dildo harness
and nipple clamps, and finally the crop that she wanted.  She walked over to
Lisa, and handed her  the crop and clamps.
"Hold these," Erica ordered.
Erica locked the waistband of the dildo harness around  Stephanie's waist,
then pulled the crotch strap through her legs.  She felt Stephanie's slit,
and found  that the woman wasn't even wet.  By  now, even after a brief
spanking, almost all of Erica's other slaves would be  wet and ready.  Instead,
Stephanie  had taken her spanking like it had been a medical exam!
"Aaaaaaah!" cried Stephanie when Erica inserted the  phallus into her dry
sex then locked the crotch strap, holding the shaft  within.
`Stephanie has divorced pain from sexual pleasure,'  thought Erica, `
unlike usual D/s practice.  She just wants to get beaten, but she enjoyed me in
bed.  I'm going to put those two parts of her  back together.'
Erica opened her palm, and Lisa placed the two clamps in  her hand.  A
smile creased her face,  and impish grin.
Normally, Erica would tease a slave's nipple's erect with  her fingers.
But not this time.
"You disappoint me, Stephanie.  I thought that Lauren, bad Mistress that
she is, you have at least properly trained you by now to react in the proper
manner."
"Mistress?" asked Stephanie.
Erica then bent down, and started to lick and suck at  Stephanie's right
nipple.  Her teeth  grazed the nipple, and Erica worked hard to tease it
erect.  No matter how long it took.
For the first time since Erica had become a Mistress, she  had a hard time
sexually stimulating a slave in the Dungeon.  Or the library, bedroom,
kitchen, or  anywhere else that she had used a slave before.
Spanked, hung naked, with a dildo in her pussy, Stephanie  should have been
sopping wet and horny as hell.  Instead, she was a glutton for  punishment.
Finally, when her nipple was erect, Erica placed the  clamp first on the
right nipple, then the left.  She lightly pulled at both, making  Stephanie
moan.
Then Erica took hold of the ring on the outside of the  crotch strap, that
way a slave could be pulled along by the phallus inside  her.  Erica could
have chosen the  ribbed phallus, making even the slightest motion an agony of
 pleasure.
Pulling the ring she made a gentle back and forth motion,  limited to a few
centimeters.  She  hoped that it was enough.
"Aaaaaaah!" moaned Stephanie.
"I want you wet," ordered Erica, "when I take that  phallus out, I want it
wet and glistening, do you understand?"
"Yes.........Yes, Mistress," stuttered Stephanie.
"Crop please," demanded Erica.
Lisa handed Erica the crop, which she offered to  Stephanie's lips.
Stephanie kissed  the instrument, and without pause or ceremony Erica began to use
it on the bound  woman.
Instead of using all of her strength Erica used light  almost playful
stokes.  She wanted  to stimulate and arouse, not give the pain that Stephanie
seemed to  crave.
After every series of strokes, Erica would pause, and  give a pull either
to Stephanie's nipples, or the phallus ring.  Stephanie would moan and buck,
her  cheeks red with arousal.
It was the combination of mild discipline, plus the shaft  between her legs
that was breaking down Stephanie's wall of resistance.  Had Erica just gone
ahead and used  Stephanie harshly, she would just have replayed what Lauren
had been doing to  her.
"Aaaaaaah!" cried Stephanie.
"Are you a slut?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress.  Your slut!"
Erica then pulled at the phallus ring, and then pushed in  as far as she
could go.
"Aaaaaah!"
Erica increased the frequency and force of each stroke of  the crop.  Each
time that the  leather pad struck Stephanie, she writhed in her chains, the
dildo inside her  rubbing itself against her cunt.  Erica knew that she no
longer hand to pull on the little ring on the  strap, since every movement
that Stephanie made did the job for her.
She hoped that having the shaft inside her would awaken  her sexually to
the combination of pain and pleasure that every slave was  usually familiar
with.  Except for  Stephanie, thanks to her own desire for punishment and
Mistress  Lauren.
"Aaaaaaaah!" screamed Stephanie, shaking as one orgasm  after another
coursed through her bound body.
Erica stopped her use, and held the crop in her hands,  waiting for
Stephanie to regain her composure.  Normally, she would give a slave  permission to
have sexual release.  It was all part of the procedure of being a Mistress.
But not this time, since Erica wanted to put together the  parts of
Stephanie's psyche that had divorced pain from pleasure.  Which would be the only
way that she  would be able to win her over from Lauren.  Or so she hoped.
Erica then removed the nipple clamps that had caused  Stephanie so much
stimulation, then replaced everything in the  cabinet.
"Lisa, you may take Stephanie up to my bedroom, and chain  her on the
floor.  But do not remove  the harness."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Thank you, Lisa," answered Erica as she walked out of  the Dungeon.
Erica then walked up to the library, where she resolved  to spend at least
thirty minutes.  She wanted Stephanie to wear the phallus inside, to walk
upstairs, to  hold it between her legs.
The shaft would drive her crazy, driving her to climax  after climax.
Which was something  that Erica guessed that Lauren had either denied her, or
had instead just wanted  to beat Stephanie into submission.
What would have happened in the future to Stephanie had  Erica not seen her
at the party?  She wondered, and it made her flesh crawl at the prospect.
Stephanie, a woman without moorings or  self-respect, used as Lauren's
painslut.
After a half-hour had elapsed, she walked upstairs to her  own bedroom.
Just as she had  ordered, Stephanie was kneeling on the floor, her hands bound
behind her back,  her collar locked to a chain from the ringbolt on the
wall.
"Good evening, Stephanie.  Have you been awaiting your  Mistress?"
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"Let me help you stand."
Erica helped Stephanie to her feet, then produced a set  of keys.
Stephanie looked Erica with expectation in her  eyes.
"I'm going to unlock you, Stephanie.  Remember what I said in the  Dungeon?
"
"Yes, Mistress."
Normally, Erica would have ordered Lisa to clean up a  slave prior to Erica
taking her to bed after a scene.  But not this time, since Erica wanted
Stephanie to bond sexually to her right away.
Erica unlocked the collar chain, and coiled it and set  the chain on the
night table.  Then  she unlocked Stephanie's wrists, then the small locks that
held the crotch  strap.
"You may remove the strap," ordered Erica.
Hesitantly, Stephanie removed the shaft from within her  sex.  She moaned
when it slid out of  her sex, covered with her juices.
"Very good, Stephanie.  I shall remove the belt from around your  waist,
and then you may clean yourself in the bathroom.  Then I shall use you in the
bedroom."
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica stripped off her boots and Catsuit, and the plastic  scent of the PVC
clung to her like a perfume.  Ordinarily she would have showered  first,
but had decided against it.  She wanted the scent to remain.
She lay on the bed, then waited for Stephanie to join  her.  Her fingers
brushed against  her sex, waiting for the attentions of another.
"Mistress?" asked Stephanie.
"Service your Mistress," ordered Erica.
Stephanie did not waste any time as she climbed onto the  bed, and placed
her lips on Erica's pussy.  She licked and sucked at Erica's sex, her teeth
playfully biting the lips  of her Mistress.  Then her tongue  reached
inside, and licked at Erica's love box.
But when her tongue reached Erica's clit, she drove  Mistress Erica quickly
from one climax after another.  Erica moaned and bucked, bouncing on the
bed.  Stephanie buried her face  between Erica's legs, pausing only for
breath as she put all her energies into  pleasing her Mistress.
"Ah!" cried Erica, as she climaxed time after  time.
Erica did not want, or care, to know how much time had  elapsed.  She
already knew that  Stephanie was putting all of her being into pleasing her,
unlike the stiff  mechanical lovemaking that they had done in Stephanie's
apartment.
Once Erica was sated, she pulled Stephanie from her, and  lay her companion
on her back.  Then  she playfully bit at Stephanie's nipples, her hands
massaging Stephanie's wet  slit.  Finally, she knew that  Stephanie was ready.
Her kisses  left a trail from her breasts down to Stephanie's sex, and then
she serviced her  new slave.
This time, Stephanie did not push Erica away, instead she  welcomed Erica's
attention, moaning when her sex was stimulated.  Erica sucked at Stephanie'
s pussy, her  tongue inside the love canal, tasting her wetness.  Then she
tongued Stephanie's clit,  stimulating her love button.
Shudders of pleasure rippled through Stephanie, her moans  increasing in
volume, as she was pleasured time after time.  Again, Erica did not want to
forbid  Stephanie her climax.  No, there  would be other times to do that.
She wanted Stephanie to have an earth-shattering climax, one that Lauren  had
not even considered for her painslut.
"Aaaaaaah!" cried Stephanie, finally climaxing, her  bottom bouncing on
the bed, shaking Erica along with her.
When Erica looked up from between Stephanie's legs, she  saw tears falling
from the woman's eyes.  Her companion was sobbing.
"Hold me?" begged Stephanie, "please?"
Erica had planned to strap on a dildo, and use Stephanie  long into the
night.  But just as  she had changed her plans about harshly beating her and
then instructing her  about a safeword, so she had decided that idea was wrong
as well.
"Yes, Stephanie," answered Erica as she held the sobbing  woman in her
arms, a tissue in her hand to dry Stephanie's tears.
Erica held onto Stephanie all night, her sleep broken by  Stephanie's
occasional crying.  She  did not chain Stephanie during the night, and only once
did she go to the  bathroom.  Erica had awakened to  find Stephanie gone,
then watched as her lover rejoined her in bed.
Saturday went without a hitch, and Stephanie said nothing  as Lisa made her
act as a Domestic.  She did nothing wrong, and performed her tasks quite
willingly.
Stephanie served Janet her lunch and Dinner, then cleaned  up with Lisa.
Erica wanted her in  the Dungeon, again for her use.  She  had ordered Lisa
to place her on the X frame, wearing a blindfold and  ballgag.  Stephanie
would remain  there, helpless until Janet used her.  With Lisa waiting, close
at hand.
Erica walked quietly into the Dungeon, in her stocking  feet, not bothering
to place on her heels.  She did not want Stephanie to hear her approach.
Last year Lisa had bought her a pair of  slippers that looked like dogs, but
Erica had forgotten them.  Instead, she liked the feel of the  wooden floor
on her feet.
Lisa was seated on a chair, silently reading a  magazine.  They wanted
Stephanie to  think that she was alone, yet in actuality someone gagged should
never be left  alone under any circumstances.
Erica looked over Stephanie's naked body, deciding that  she would use a
flogger this evening.  Perhaps she could make Stephanie call a safeword,
instead of just  punishing her.
"Mmmmph!" cried Stephanie when Erica pinched her erect  nipples, then her
cry was even stronger when her wet slit was  invaded.
Stephanie pulled at her bonds, trying without effect to  free herself from
the X frame.  The  leather held her fast to the wood, and her efforts had no
effect.
"Mmmmmph!" grunted Stephanie when Erica finger fucked  her, "mmmmph!"
`I've got to sexually stimulate her as much as I can, to  get her away
from the idea that she's just a worthless painslut,' thought Erica,  `else I'
m no better than Lauren.  I've got to reawaken her sexual self, give her one
climax after another,  so that she'll look forward to sex, not just a
beating.'
"Mmmmmph!"
"Mmmmmph!"
When she was finally satisfied that she had stimulated  Stephanie enough,
she first drove her fingers as deep as she could into her sex,  then suddenly
withdrew them, making Stephanie moan in frustration.  Cleaning her hands
with a tissue  provided by Lisa, she then removed Stephanie's blindfold and
gag.
"Thank you, Mistress," panted Stephanie.
"You're welcome, Stephanie," answered Erica, "tonight, I  shall flog you."

"Yes, Mistress, thank you," answered  Stephanie.
Lisa had replaced her copy of Cosmopolitan back in the  cabinet, and handed
Erica her weapon of choice for the evening.  Tonight, she would not place a
dildo  inside Stephanie's sex.  From her  finger fucking, she already knew
that it wasn't necessary.
"Kiss the flogger," ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica had chosen a heavy leather flogger, one that would  moderately hurt
and mark.  She knew  that Stephanie still craved punishment and use, and
wanted it.  Changing her expectations would take  time and effort, not done in a
single night.
"What is your safeword?" asked Erica.
"Forgive, Mistress."
"Good," said Erica.
Erica offered the handle to Stephanie, who kissed it  without being
ordered.  She then  began to carefully deliver one stroke after another, ones that
would give  Stephanie the amount of pain that she wanted, but not step over
the line into  actually hurting her.
Thirty strokes later, including some onto Stephanie's  breasts and between
her legs, she was done.  Stephanie was covered in sweat, her body  marked
and red.  Just to make sure,  Erica again finger fucked her a few times, and
she was indeed wet.
"Take her to my bedroom," ordered Erica, "I'll be right  along."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Lisa.
Erica strapped the dildo harness to her hips, and always  laughed silently
to herself when she saw her reflection in the mirror.  After all those years
of men chasing  her, she was the one with an erect cock.
"Aaaaaah!" cried Stephanie when Erica drove the erect  shaft between her
legs, "aaaaaah!"
"I'm going to make you come all night," said  Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," sobbed Stephanie.
By the time that Erica finally unstrapped the harness  from her waist,
Stephanie was totally exhausted, and Erica was also.  She had driven Stephanie
to screaming  more than once.  They barely had  enough energy left to tongue
each other's sex before they fell asleep in their  arms.
Erica sat at her desk, writing out the future course of  her plans for
Stephanie.  The woman  had pledged her loyalty to Erica, and said that she would
return next  week.
She would continue to sexually stimulate Stephanie,  showing her the
difference between herself and Lauren.  Next collar her and sign a contract, and
get her away from Lauren once and for all.  Then finally get her a job, make
her go back to work everyday instead of  wandering all day then drinking at
night.
"Mistress," interrupted Lisa as she placed a tray on  Erica's desk
containing lunch.
"Thank you, Lisa," said Erica.
"Stephanie didn't break any dishes, Mistress.  She performed as a model
slave this  weekend, doing everything that I asked," stated Lisa.
"Good," answered Erica, "thank you Lisa."

Part Three: Seeds of  Resentment - May 1986
The ceremony was to be a public one, held at a club in  Manhattan.  Erica
had invited everyone that she  could think of, and she was disappointed that
Keith and Beth couldn't come,  since they were in Hawaii on vacation.
During the intervening weeks, Stephanie had alternately  been used by both
Erica and Lauren.  Stephanie would report to her that all Lauren would do
was to beat  her.  Once, she had slipped and  asked for mercy, then Lauren had
kicked her to the ground, enraged.
Erica was now the Mistress that Stephanie desired, and  had seen less and
less of Lauren, until she had broken off all contact with her  three weeks
earlier.
She was seated at a chair on a raised dais, in a PVC  bodysuit, hose, and
heels.  In her  hands was a rubber collar, and silver ring, which would be
for Stephanie's index  finger.
A hush came over the crowd as Stephanie was led in,  wearing a cloak.  Lisa
held her by  the hand, and walked her over to Erica's chair.
Mistress Erin and her husband had come in from New Jersey, and she would
do the honors.
"I now present Mistress Erica, her slave Lisa, and her  new slave,
Stephanie."
Scattered applause came from the audience, who was hushed  into silence.
Lisa removed Stephanie's cloak, revealing her nakedness  underneath.  The
harsh marks left by  Lauren were slowly fading, as Erica wanted them to.  Her
body looked better than before, much  better than the first time that Erica
had seen her beaten by Lauren.
"Kneel," ordered Lisa.
Stephanie knelt as she was instructed in  silence.
"Do you accept the collar and protection of Mistress  Erica?" asked Lisa.
"Yes, Mistress."
"That you shall forever honor and obey your Mistress, and  follow all of
her orders, implicitly."
"Yes, Mistress."
"That you shall be always challenged by your Mistress,  and used in any way
that she shall desire, except in ways leading to harm and  endangering your
personal safety."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Then you may accept the collar and ring of Mistress  Erica, and we are
witness to your submission to Mistress Erica of Greenwich Connecticut," stated
Lisa.
Erica reached forward, and locked the small rubber collar  around Stephanie'
s neck.  Her  contract had been signed earlier in the presence of
Mistresses Erin and  Marcia.  Then she placed the ring on  Stephanie's finger.
"Arise slave, and name your owner," ordered  Erica.
"I belong to Mistress Erica," said Stephanie, tears of  joy in her eyes.
Erica then gave Stephanie a ritual light spanking in  front of the crowd,
then had Lisa dress her back in her cloak.  She did not want to use Stephanie
 harshly in front of the crowd, which would have been too much like Lauren'
s use  of her.
Circulating the crowd, taking to her friends, Erica did  not see the person
approach her that she had wanted to see least of all in the  world.
Slap!
The unexpected blow, coming in total surprise, staggered  Erica, her drink
falling to the ground.
"Bitch!" cried Lauren, "you bitch!"
"Out!" said one of the Moniters, who grabbed onto  Lauren's hand before
she could strike another blow.
"You stole my slave!" screamed Lauren.
"You never signed a contract with Stephanie, had her  collared, or anything
else besides beating her every weekend.  She was always free," explained
Erica as  she was helped to her feet.
"She was still mine!"
"No she wasn't," defended Marcia, who had quickly run  over to see what
was going on, "you were just using her."
"Erica stole her away!"
"I sensed that Stephanie needed a new Mistress," said  Erica, "and I am
glad to fulfill that role."
"One day, Erica, one day I'll have you under my lash  again, and you'll
pay the price," threatened Lauren, who turned on her heels and  left without
being ordered to.
"Mistress, she's vastly overqualified for this job,"  protested Jason.
Mistress Erica sat in the office of one of her slaves,  Jason Martin.  The
man owned a small  company in Westchester, and was being  difficult.
"Yes, Jason.  I know that she's overqualified for this job.  That's
exactly why it's perfect for  her," replied Erica.
"You're saying that a doctor and a former surgeon is  going to work as a
clerk?" asked Jason.
"Yes, Jason, that's exactly what I'm saying," answered  Erica,
exasperation in her voice.
Erica resisted the temptation to rise to her feet, grab  Jason, then set
the man over her knees and give him a good spanking on the  behind.  For a
half-hour already she  had been arguing with Jason, over what should have taken
no more than ten  minutes.
"Why should she?" asked Jason.
"You did advertise for workers, didn't you?" asked Janet,  "no experience
necessary?  I have  the ad in my purse."
"Yes, Mistress, that's true.  But someone like this doesn't belong  here."

"Ordinarily true," Janet replied, "but this is not an  ordinary situation."

"Are you punishing her in some way?"
"No."
"Then why are you suggesting that I hire a doctor for an  office clerk?"
asked Jason.
"All right, Jason.  I'll tell you, since you can't take the orders of your
Mistress.  Stephanie Richards has lost her family,  her profession, and her
self-respect.  She spends her days wandering the streets, then drinking at
a local  restaurant."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"I want her to have a job.  To get up early every day, shower,  dress,
work, and come home tired five days a week.  To restore her sense of self worth,
and  give her something to do besides wasting her life away," stated
Erica.
"If I hire her then, she had better work.  I don't want her to loaf, then
have you  ask me to let her get away with it."
"Yes, Jason.  She'll be just like any of your other workers, and if she
does loaf, then  you can tell me about it and I will deal with her," offered
Erica.
"I'm still not sure about this, Mistress."
"How many women do you hire, then dismiss anyway?" asked  Janet, "in the
normal course of business?"
"Too many," answered Jason.
"Well, I'm giving you a worker.  But under no circumstances are you to
divulge her past, or embarrass or humiliate her.  She has suffered enough
already in  life," described Erica.
"Yes, Mistress.  I understand," said Jason.
"I hope that you do, Jason."

Part Four: Picking Up the  Pieces - September 1986
If Stephanie Richards resented the life that Mistress  Erica had chosen for
her, she showed no signs of it.  In May, she started the office job that
Erica had found for her.  From  Monday through Friday, she went back to work,
instead of wandering the streets  all day, then going to a bar and drinking
all night.
Erica had taken her shopping one-day to JC Penny's, and  they had selected
an entire wardrobe of clothing that she could wear to  work.  The only hard
part about the  entire shopping trip was that Stephanie hid herself in the
dressing room so that  the sales help wouldn't see her marks.
Gone was the hopelessness and despair in her eyes, the  desire to go out to
a bar to drink, and to meet the wrong person who would beat  her up.  She
had brightened up, her  appearance and demeanor had changed for the better.
Erica saved the report that she had been writing about  Stephanie on the
PC, and decided that she would print it later.  She stood up from the desk,
and  stretched.
After every session that she used one of her slaves, she  would write a
report on their progress.  How they performed under the lash, and what
instruments could be used on  them.  Coupled with their interviews  it made a
powerful training tool for a Domme like herself to use.
It was Saturday morning, and that meant that Stephanie  and Lisa were doing
the laundry together.  Except that Stephanie was naked, and Lisa was
supervising her with a  crop.
Glancing at the clock, Erica decided that it was time for  a little
stimulation for Stephanie.  Not that she had done anything to merit a punishment
from Erica, but it  was her job to keep the woman off balance.
After Erica had converted the entire basement into her  two Dungeons, she
had to alter the former servant's quarters on the first floor  into a utility
room.  That was where  she found Stephanie and Lisa at work.
"Status report?" asked Erica.
"The last load is in the washer now and Stephanie has  just folded the
previous load, Mistress," answered Lisa.
"Perfect, Stephanie?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Over my knee," ordered Erica as she sat down on a  bench.
"Yes, Mistress."
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Erica used the flat of her hand, not even bothering to  take the paddle
from the wall.  It  was far more satisfying just to use her hand, to watch as
Stephanie's bottom  turned a nice shade of red.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
"Thank you, Mistress!" cried Stephanie.
"You're welcome, Stephanie, you may rise off my lap,"  ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Are you wet?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
Before Erica had entered the laundry room, she had  removed the chastity
belt from her toybox.  Erica had carried it to the laundry room, and had
placed it next to her  when she had used Stephanie for her brief spanking.
"Wanton slut," observed Erica as she rose to her feet,  "I'm going to
lock the chastity belt on you."
"Yes, Mistress."
Stephanie stood impassively as Erica locked the chastity  belt on her.  A
belt was first  locked around her waist, then a crotch strap was drawn up
though her legs and  locked.  The leather belt would be a  constant reminder of
her slavery, and her reddened bottom would still be exposed  should Erica
or Lisa want to use her again.
"There now, that should keep your hands from that sex of  yours without my
permission," commented Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"You may finish the laundry and your chores, then serve  me Lunch.  You
will be used  tonight," stated Erica.
"Thank you, Mistress."
Sitting down to read a novel, Erica reflected that it was  all a game that
she was playing.  While some Dommes insisted that their slaves stay with
them constantly,  Erica only had them for at most a weekend.  She could not
control what they did at home, only give them orders that  she hoped were
obeyed.
So she would lock them in a chastity belt, or sometimes  place a dildo or
anal plug inside all day to drive them crazy, for a few  hours.  Next she
would use them both  in the Dungeon and bedroom, before sending them home.
In Stephanie's case, however, Erica had to give the woman  at first the
maximum amount of sexual stimulation.  For too long, all she had craved was
either a beating or worse.  Now  Erica had taken it upon herself to reawaken
the sexual being within  Stephanie.

"Kneel," ordered Erica.
It was nine in the evening time for Erica to start her  session and
Stephanie knelt before Erica in the Dungeon.  Lisa had bathed and perfumed
Stephanie  before Erica's use of her would begin that night.
"Do you consent to my use?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Rise, and bend over the padded bar, Lisa will lock your  wrists and ankles
to the legs," ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," agreed Stephanie.
The naked woman rose to her feet, walked over to the  padded sawhorse, and
stood motionless as Lisa restrained her as per Janet's  orders.
"Thank you, Lisa," said Erica as she removed a paddle  from the cabinet.
"You're welcome, Mistress," answered Lisa.
"Kiss the paddle," ordered Erica as she held the leather  paddle up to her
slave's lips.
Silently, Stephanie did as she was instructed.  Erica flexed the paddle in
her hands,  but before she used it she decided that something else was in
order  first.
"Oooooh!" cried Stephanie when Erica began to caress her  bottom.
The simple act of Erica touching her bottom, feeling her  exposed skin, was
enough to make Stephanie moan in response.  In the months that Stephanie
had been  her slave, Erica had steadily made her more receptive to pleasure.
Gone were the sessions that Stephanie  had just craved a mindless beating
that had left her hurting and sore by  Sunday.
Erica gently slid her hand into Stephanie's exposed slit  that was already
wet and waiting for her.  She pushed two fingers inside the waiting cunt,
and Stephanie moaned in  her bonds.
"Do you desire the use of your Mistress?" asked  Erica.
"Yes, Mistress, please?"
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Erica struck the paddle onto Stephanie's bottom, but not  too strongly.  It
would hurt and  sting and she would be left with a red mark for every
stroke.  Every time that she sat at her desk on  Monday, she would have a
reminder of how her Mistress had used her.
"Ahhhh!"
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
The paddling, coupled with the spanking that she had  received earlier, was
quite enough on Stephanie's bottom.  Erica presented the paddle to
Stephanie's lips, and she kissed it would being order to.
"Thank you, Mistress," cried Stephanie.
Erica exchanged the paddle for a rubber dildo, which she  displayed to her
bound captive, then slid into her exposed sex.  Stephanie moaned in
response.  She bound Stephanie's hair with some  elastic hair bands to get it out of
the way, then raised Stephanie's head with  her fingers.
"I want to see how much control you have, Stephanie,"  said Erica as she
unzipped her leather skirt, revealing the fact that she wasn't  wearing
panties underneath.
"Mistress?"
"You must stay bound over the bar, keep the dildo in your  sex, and make me
come all at the same time.  Else you shall be severely punished, or
perhaps I'll give you to Lisa for the night.  Understand?"
"Mmmmmph!" replied Stephanie as Erica forced her fragrant  sex onto
Stephanie's face.
Erica stayed motionless as Stephanie first explored her  outer lips with
her lips and teeth, then moved in closer to help her slave  explore her sex.
She did not  believe that it was fair to punish a slave for failing to obey
an order that an  obstacle made impossible.  So she  placed her sex at
Stephanie's disposal, and the woman responded by doing  everything possible to
satisfy her Mistress.
"Ohhhhh!" cried Erica when she felt her clit stimulated,  then she was
driven to one orgasm after another.
Mistress Erica opened her legs slightly to further  accommodate Stephanie's
attentions, and she continued to arouse and satisfy her  Mistress.
"Ahhhh!" moaned Erica as she withdrew, "thank you,  Stephanie."
"You're welcome, Mistress."
Still holding the leather skirt in her hands, Erica  walked over to
Stephanie's rear, and found that the dildo was still firmly  placed within the woman
's sex.  Erica held onto the base as she thrust it deeper, then partially
withdrew  it, before thrusting it inside again.
"Mistress, please?" panted Stephanie.
"Silence slut!" ordered Erica.
If Stephanie had been a painslut six months ago wanting  only to feel the
bite of the lash, today she was a sensual slut instead.  Erica had a hard
time keeping Stephanie  on the edge during a weekend visit.  But that was all
part of her job of being a Domme.
"Aaaaah!" cried Stephanie when she felt the dildo finally  removed.
"Tina you may release Stephanie and let her clean her sex  while I freshen
up too.  Then I'll  decide what to do with her next," ordered Erica.
While Stephanie would be using the little sink and toilet  in the cell,
Erica had to go upstairs.  In her design of the Dungeons, she had made some
mistakes, like not  having a place where she could properly refresh herself.
Erica cleaned her sex with moistened towelettes, enjoying  the scent that
they left on her.  Then she slipped a pair of white cotton panties over her
hips, then  zipped up the leather skirt again.  She straightened her leather
bra and skirt in front of the mirror, and  brushed her hair.
`I'm going to use this brush on Lisa's bottom tomorrow,'  thought Erica, `
and she's going to enjoy it too!"
Erica then rejoined her two slaves in the Dungeon, who  were waiting for
her.
"Ready, Stephanie?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"I just bought a new flogger made of rubber, and it  stings so nicely.
Lisa, please hang  Stephanie from the ceiling, spreader bars on both wrists and
ankles."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Lisa.
Erica waited as Lisa carried out her orders, and soon  Stephanie was just
as helpless as before, her toes straining to reach the  floor.  Her naked and
exposed body  held in the shape of an X.
"Do you submit to your Mistress?" asked Erica, as she  stood directly in
front of Stephanie, the new flogger in her hand.
"Yes, Mistress!"
"Prepare to be used, slave!"
Stephanie could do nothing except twist in her bonds as  Erica used the
rubber flogger on her.  Each strand of rubber stung and marked, and each could
be plainly felt as  it impacted on Stephanie's naked body.
Erica made certain to flog her breasts, underarms,  thighs, stomach, and
between her legs.  Stephanie moaned and bucked, and Erica knew that she was
having one  climax after another in response to the flogger.  It was her
favorite instrument above  all, even surpassing the crop and whip.
Every time that she said that she would use the flogger  on Stephanie,
Erica had observed how she desired the strokes of the  many-stranded instrument.
 Once,  Stephanie had presented Erica with a flogger that she had bought as
a present,  and that had been what Erica had used on her that night.
"Aaaaaah!" cried Stephanie.
"Silence, slave, or I'll clamp your nipples," threatened  Erica.
Stephanie remained silent throughout the rest of the  session, and kissed
the flogger eagerly when it was offered to her.  Her body was reddened, and
covered with  sweat.  But she looked happy after  having been used by her
Mistress.
"Lisa, have her in my bedroom, I want to use Stephanie  tonight," ordered
Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica knew full well that in the past, Stephanie would  have only desired
that Erica continue flogging her, preferably until she either  passed out or
bled.  But now  Stephanie, after having been excited by Erica's use, would
eagerly await her use  in the bedroom.
"Mistress?" asked Stephanie.
"Yes, Stephanie?" sleepily answered Erica, "what is  it?"
Glancing at the clock, Erica saw that it was nearly three  in the morning.
She had used Stephanie in the Dungeon, then in the  bedroom for hours.
Couldn't the woman ever fall asleep, or was she  insatiable?
"I just wanted to say that you, Mistress."
"For your use in the Dungeon tonight?"
"No, Mistress Erica.  You've saved my life, and I'm  grateful.  The job
restored my  self-respect and gave me a purpose back in life, and you've
reawakened my sexual  self as well."
"Yes, Stephanie," said Erica, tasting Stephanie on her  lips.
"I have a secret," admitted Stephanie.
"You must have no secrets from your Mistress," ordered  Erica.
"I'm really wealthy, I own a large estate in Greenwich."
"Then what are you doing in that apartment?" demanded  Erica.
"Hiding, Mistress.  Hiding from the life I once led, and the family and job
that I  lost."
"You will tell me about it in the morning," ordered  Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"What do you want to do from now on?" asked  Erica.
"To rebuild my life, Mistress Erica.  And thank you," answered Stephanie,
tears in her eyes.

Chapter 11: The Test -  Part One: The Betrayal -  Friday  October 2, 1998
It was good, Janet thought, to get out of the house and  her normal
routine.  The pressures  of her job, her Domme duties, and now training Cheryl, all
added to up a  frustrating combination that threatened to overwhelm her.
So Janet had asked Tina if she wanted to  change and go into Greenwich for a
little shopping as a  break.  Tina had declined, so Janet  had gone alone,
eventually finding herself at Saks Fifth Avenue.
Wandering the sales counters, Janet felt like a teenager  again, when she
had gotten her first job at Macy's in Queens.  Still  in High School, and
before College, she had found a part-time job starting as a  cashier.
Gradually, over the years  she had finally worked her way up to the expensive dress
department in Women's  wear which was the most glamorous department in the
store.  She had worked there to earn money, and  to get the employee discount
for buying clothes.  Janet had worked there all during  College, full time
during the summer and Holidays and then on weekends after she  had started
working full time.
It was therefore startling to realize that she now had a  wallet full of
charge cards with credit lines more than she had earned during a  whole year
as a Secretary.  Now  Janet could afford all the jewelry, Hermes scarves,
Gucci dresses, and Louis  Vuitton luggage that she might desire.
Except that Janet didn't need, or want, any of it.  Sure, she would buy a
new dress or gown  each season in case she had to go to a charity event.  But
just to buy on impulse was a waste  of money, for Janet had learned to
distinguish needs from wants.
But there were other memories for Janet from those  years.  The men who
offered to take  her out, who wanted to seduce her.  Both single and married!
Janet laughed at the time she and a boy had nearly been caught making out
in a stockroom one evening.
It was the memory of Angela that Janet remembered  most.  How the older
woman had  maneuvered her into an empty office, had begun to kiss and arouse
her.  Angela had embraced Janet, kissed her,  and forced her tongue into Janet'
s mouth, scaring her.  Then Angela had inserted her hand into  Janet's
blouse, and fondled her breasts.  Janet was sexually aroused, and hot with
desire for the older woman.  Just when Angela was going to continue,  she
suddenly ran out of the office, leaving Janet alone and  frustrated.
Angela had then transferred to the flagship store on  34th  street, never
to return.  Janet had always wondered why, if it had  been related to her, or
if Angela had committed some other sexual transgression  in the Queens
store.
Janet smiled to herself, standing at the jewelry counter,  where Angela had
worked.  She  wondered how Angela might gasp if she knew that Janet had
become a Domme and a  lover of Women!
"Janet?"
The sound of her name brought her back to the present,  and Janet was
shocked to see who was addressing her from behind.
"Tiffany," said Janet, stunned at seeing her former companion.
"Janet, please," plead Tiffany, "I have to talk to  you."
"No," said Janet, "we have nothing to say.  Bye."
Janet began to walk, but Tiffany grabbed onto her forearm  and held her
tightly.
"Please, I've waited months for this, hoping I might see  you in town.
Please, just a few minutes?" begged Tiffany.
"Let me go, you're making a scene," said  Janet.
"Please?" begged Tiffany, "please, Janet?"
Janet noted that tears had formed at the edges of  Tiffany's eyes.
"Is this person bothering you?" asked a man in a dark  suit who had
suddenly appeared, and Janet knew that he was store  security.
"No, it's all right," said Janet, "just an old  acquaintance, thank you."
"All right," said the man, who walked away, but remained  in visual range.
"Let's talk," offered Janet, "in the restaurant,  someplace private."
Inside Saks was a pricey restaurant, with private  booths.  Janet and
Tiffany had taken  one, and Janet had ordered coffee for two.  It was only after
they had been served and were alone, did Janet properly  begin the
conversation.
"Okay, Tiffany, what do you want to say?" Janet  demanded.
"Buy me from Lauren, please!  She's a cruel, horrible, Mistress,"  stated
Tiffany.
"Why should I do that?" Janet asked.
"For the love we once shared, for Erica's memory," cried  Tiffany.
"Which you betrayed," accused Janet, "tell me, why did  you betray Erica?"

"Janet, there were weeks when I didn't see Erica.  She didn't send me to
other Dommes, so I  got fearful that she wanted to dump me.  So one night,
when I went to a bar, I met Lauren.  I didn't know that she was a Domme, or
even that she knew Erica either.  But I was seduced by her, she used me,
pumped me for information about  Erica, and soon I was serving her, I was in
love with her," explained  Tiffany.
"Really, how convenient," mocked Janet, "except that  Erica loved you,
just as she loved me.  You were always a little too emotional, Tiffany, a
little too impatient,  always wanting immediate gratification.  And was that the
reason why you betrayed Erica?" accused  Janet.
"Yes, and I'm sorry, Janet.  For everything that  happened."
"Including trying to kill me," bluntly stated  Janet.
"I didn't know that was going to happen, honest!  All Lauren had said was
to bring you to  the house, and she would do the rest.  I had no idea that
you were being set up until...."
"Until I had a ballgag in my mouth and she was beating me  without mercy?"
demanded Janet.
"Yes," Tiffany cried, "Yes!"
"Why didn't you stop her?" Janet asked.
"The others restrained me, kept me back, placed something  in my drink."
"Really," said Janet, sipping her coffee, "was that also  why you defended
Lauren in front of Stephanie?  I heard it from my bedroom, I wasn't
asleep, damn you."
"She filled me full of lies, I was programmed like a  robot."
"How touching," sarcastically replied Janet.
"Janet, no sooner than you traded me for Myra did Lauren have my  breasts
ringed, and a medallion on Erica's ring on my labia.  Now she's talking
about having me  branded!  She keeps me naked most of  the time, a collared
slave in her house, for her amusement, and that of her  friends.  She beats me
terribly, all  the time!"
"Which was the fate that she had planned for me, no  doubt.  So she got you
instead, as  consolation prize."
"Why did you keep me chained, always bound, before you  traded me?" asked
Tiffany.
"Now surely you didn't think that I was that dumb, did  you Tiffany?  How
could I let a  potential killer run free in my house?  I even asked
Stephanie to keep you for a while, and told her to place you  under strict bondage
at all times, so I wouldn't be tempted to hurt you, in  retribution for what
you did to me."
Tears flowed from Tiffany's eyes.
"Janet, I'm sorry I betrayed you and Erica.  If I could do things
differently, I  would, believe me.  But when I go  back to her house today, I'll be
naked, and in chains again for weeks, maybe  months, before she lets me out
again," cried Tiffany.
"Do you know what would have happened had I won and you  didn't try to
kill me?" asked Janet.
"No, Janet, please tell me."
"I would have kept you as a slave for a year, then  promoted you to a
Domme.  Which was  what Erica would have wanted.  Instead, I traded you for Myra
who recognized the difference between  Lauren and myself.  You made your
choice, Tiffany.  I'm sorry, I  really wish that it didn't turn out this way."

"Please buy me, please," begged Tiffany.
Janet noted that some of the other patrons were staring,  pretending not to
hear.  It wasn't  every day that a woman was begging another to buy her, in
public.
"No.  I'm  sorry Tiffany, you made your choice," coldly stated Janet.
"I'll be a good slave, I'll do whatever you ask, at least  you won't beat
me till I bleed all the time," cried Tiffany.
"Good bye, Tiffany," said Janet as she gathered her purse  and rose to her
feet, "I'm leaving."
Janet left Tiffany in the booth, and pressed a twenty in  the hands of the
surprised waitress.  Tiffany remained alone, sobbing, her blonde hair
becoming a mess, tears  falling to the table.
When Janet reached her car, she paused before starting  the engine.  She
remembered all of  the times that she had made love with Tiffany, how they had
been allowed to use  each other with Erica's consent.  Tears flowed from
her eyes.
`First Cheryl, and now Tiffany,' Janet thought to  herself, `what next?'
Somehow, Janet really didn't want to know the  answer.

Part Two: The Test of  Submission
"Mistress, Cheryl has arrived," stated Tina.
It was the early evening and Cheryl had arrived for her  usual weekend to
serve Mistress Janet.  She had spent the day doing work for her company, and
writing reports  about her other slaves, and other assorted tasks.
She had also assisted Tina in dirtying the house.  When Janet had been a
slave to Mistress  Erica, she would often why the place always needed a
cleaning.  Either Erica was either a total slob,  which was highly unlikely given
how organized she was in other sectors of her  life, or else she was always
hosting wild parties in the Mansion, which was  improbable as well.
The answer had been that in order to give Janet (and  Erica's other slaves)
something to do, Erica and Andrea would dirty the place  before every slave
would visit.  She  had found notes to that effect when she had been
cleaning out Erica's papers one  day.
"Good, I want to talk to her," said Janet, "please  conduct her into the
library."
"Yes, Mistress."
After her visit to Saks earlier in the day, Janet had  felt like buying
something, but not paying the ridiculous luxury prices that  they wanted.  So
she had driven out  of Greenwich to the local mall, walked into JC Penny, and
had purchased a few  new fall outfits.
Once, while shopping with Stephanie in Macy's, she had  found a nametag
that an employee had dropped, and Janet had taken it for  herself, quickly
placing it in her purse.  Over the intervening years, she had lost  hers.  The
tag that she had found  was a link back to her earlier and less complicated
life, and she wanted to have  it.
Seated behind the desk, she was wearing an outfit that  could be worn both
to work and out on a date, a brown jacket with matching skirt  that she
rather liked.
Cheryl had worn a tight fitting blue dress that had shown  off all her
curves.  While a dress  that like might wind a man around her finger, it would
do nothing for her when  Janet had Cheryl naked and under her lash once more.

When Cheryl was seated and they were alone, Janet finally  began the
conversation.  Cheryl, as  usual, looked like she had stepped out of a magazine
cover.
"Good evening, Cheryl."
"Good evening, Mistress Janet," Cheryl  answered.
"I have been reviewing your records, comparing them to  the progress made
by my other slaves.  You have done quite well," complimented Janet.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"How do you feel about being a slave?" asked  Janet.
"That is what I want to be, Mistress.  Your slave, and yours alone.  I have
taken your crop, been taken to  bed, bound and gagged, and used as a slave.
 I am perfectly satisfied, Mistress,"  stated Cheryl.
"No regrets?"
"No, Mistress."
"Not even after I had beat you severely with a  flogger?  Or impaled you
with the  phallus?" asked Janet.
"No, Mistress, none."
"Or even after I let you use one of my other slaves?  How did you feel
about holding the crop  yourself?"
"I enjoyed it, Mistress, thank you."
"I am going to test your submission this weekend,  Cheryl.  Test you to
your limit and  in ways that will surprise you, do you understand me?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet was doing everything in her power to break through  Cheryl's wall of
resistance.  To  make her admit the reason that she had forced herself upon
Mistress Janet.  But nothing had worked after Janet had  forced Cheryl to
realize that she was a slave.
"You can still back out," Janet offered.
"No, Mistress Janet, thank you.  I'll stay."
"Tina!" called Janet.
"Yes, Mistress?" asked Tina from the library  doors.
"Please ready Cheryl then return her to me in the  library," ordered
Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
>From the Dungeon Janet had selected a few items that she  would begin to
use on Cheryl in the library.  That would be a prelude before she took  her
slave down to the Dungeon before tonight's test would begin.
"Mistress?" asked Tina on her return, "Cheryl is  prepared, as you have
ordered."
"Thank you, Tina.  You may stay with me, I may need you."
"Yes, Mistress."
Cheryl was naked once again wearing just bracelets, with  her wrists locked
behind her back.  Tina had not placed a collar around her neck, unlike any
other time  before.
"What are you missing, Cheryl?" asked Janet.
"Your collar, Mistress."
"Very good, Cheryl," answered Janet as she opened the top  right desk
drawer.
Inside was a small wooden box, which Janet withdrew and  placed on the
desk.
"Kneel," ordered Janet.
Cheryl did as she was told, in complete  silence.
Janet rose to her feet, and walked around the desk to  face Cheryl.  She
opened the box,  and removed the collar within.  Closing the box, she replaced
it onto the desk.
"Before I place it around your neck, look at the collar,"  ordered Janet.
"You've placed my name on this one, Mistress," observed  Cheryl.
"Correct," said Janet as she locked the collar around  Cheryl's neck, "
this collar is yours.  Whenever you are used in this House, you shall wear it
around your neck  from now on.  You have earned your  own collar, Cheryl."
"Thank you, Mistress Janet."
"You may not be so thankful after tonight," firmly said  Janet.
"Mistress?"
"Tina, help Cheryl to her feet.  Have you ever heard of something called
an armbinder?"
"No, Mistress," answered Cheryl.
Tina assisted Cheryl to her feet as Janet opened the  closet door, and
removed a very large triangular leather object, with numerous  straps attached.
"Unlock her arms, and Cheryl I want you to keep your arms  straight behind
your back," ordered Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," replied Cheryl as Tina unlocked her  wrists, thankful for
even a brief moment of freedom.
"This is called an armbinder, and it will render you  totally helpless.  It
can also be  quite dangerous to the wearer, since it can place enormous
strain on your  shoulders.  I shall place it on you  very loosely, and if it
hurts, you must tell me immediately and I shall remove  it.  Do you understand?
"
"Yes, Mistress."
Cheryl stood in silence, her arms behind her back and her  legs slightly
open, as Janet opened the armbinder by unzipping it along its  entire length.
She displayed it for  her slave, showing her where her arms would go, the
exterior straps that could  also confine her arms, and finally the main long
straps that would loop over her  shoulders and be buckled back onto the main
body of the armbinder.
"Are you ready, Cheryl?"
Cheryl nodded her head in silence, as Janet placed  Cheryl's arms within
the device then slowly zipped up the leather halves.  Even though there were a
number of  straps along its length; Janet refrained from using them.  After
she had closed the zipper, she  then looped and crossed the straps around
Cheryl's shoulders, then closing the  roller buckles.
Cheryl was totally helpless and at Janet's mercy.  She tried to pull
against the leather,  and found that impossible.  All that  she could do was to
move her hands (which were closed palm to palm) a few  inches.  The armbinder
forced her  pretty breasts to protrude, making them even more available to
whoever might  want to use them.
"Are you in pain, Cheryl?" asked Janet.
"No, Mistress, I'm fine, thank you," answered  Cheryl.
"This model has a ring at the end," Janet pulled on the  ring, "which can
then be chained to your ankles, or a vaginal or anal probe,"  stated Janet.
"Thank you, Mistress," said Cheryl.
"I want you to wear the armbinder for a while before I  remove it.
Tomorrow I shall make  you wear it for some time, so that you may become used to it.
"
Cheryl nodded in silence.  Janet took inventory of the marks on  Cheryl's
naked body, then reached out with her left hand and pulled on the D  ring on
Cheryl's collar.
"Are you my slave, Cheryl?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," quickly answered Cheryl.
Janet pinched Cheryl's already erect right nipple with  her right hand,
making Cheryl flinch under her attentions.
"I can do anything that I want with you, Cheryl.  Do you understand what
that means?"  asked Janet.
Cheryl nodded in silence instead of answering  verbally.
"Ahhhh!" cried Cheryl when Janet brutally inserted her  fingers into Cheryl
's slit, "Ahhhh!"
Cheryl tried to pull away, but Janet held firmly onto her  collar with her
left hand.  She was  totally helpless and Janet would not release her.
"Tell me, Cheryl.  When you are all alone at home, do you desire my use and
my  lash?"
"Yes, Mistress," Cheryl tearfully answered.
"Have I turned you into a slave?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good," said Janet as she released Cheryl, and she  cleaned her hand with
a tissue.
Cheryl walked a few steps with the armbinder, having  trouble maintaining
her balance.  Janet had ordered Tina to place a pair of modest heels on her
feet, and  Tina followed Cheryl every step, prepared to catch her, lest she
fall.
After a half-hour had elapsed, Janet called Cheryl over  and ordered her to
remain still.  Cheryl stood silently as the armbinder was removed, and then
she was free  of the leather device.
"You may rub your wrists together, and move your arms to  restore
circulation," ordered Janet, "now."
"Thank you, Mistress," answered Cheryl as she did as she  was told, moving
her arms as instructed.
Janet replaced the armbinder back in the closet, only to  remove something
else.  It was a  long thin piece of wood that looked rather innocent, at
first glance.
"This is a cane, Cheryl.  I have not used this on you yet until  you were
ready.  You are now.  I want you to bend over the footstool,  but you shall
not be bound."
"Yes, Mistress," dutifully answered Cheryl.
"The cane is a fearsome thing also," Janet began, "and it  can be
dangerous and hurt badly as well if not correctly used.  I rarely use it, since I
prefer my hand,  the crop, flogger, or even the whip.  But I want you to
experience it, Cheryl."
"Yes, Mistress."
"This will hurt, but I shall deliver only a few modest  strokes."
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
"Owwwww!" cried Cheryl.
"Thank you, Cheryl, that was quite brave of you to remain  in one place as
I caned you."
Janet had struck Cheryl on her bottom and on the outside  of her thighs.
Had she struck on  the inside, Cheryl would have been screaming for her life
right now.
"Mistress, that hurt!" cried Cheryl, as she rubbed her  sore flesh.
"As I told you it would.  Tina, you may rub some salve into  Cheryl's
flesh and help her to recover for a while.  Then take her down to the Dungeon.
I shall be getting dressed upstairs, and  will join you shortly."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Tina.
Janet left the library without another word, and she  continued to hold the
cane in her hands.  She placed it under her arm as she ascended the stairs,
holding onto it  like it was a good luck charm.
While she was naked in her bedroom, she glanced at the  day calendar on the
table.  October  brought back many memories for her.
Six years before, Erica had loaned her to Mistress  Stephanie, who had
treated Janet harshly, then placed her on the rack.  How terrified Janet had
been, scared out  of her wits with every click on the fearsome device that she
was restrained  on.  However, no lasting harm had  come of her experience,
and she had learned that Stephanie's bark was really  worse than her bite.
Janet selected a long sleeved PVC Catsuit that covered  her totally, plus a
pair of matching knee high boots.  Now that the weather had turned colder,
she could wear what was her favorite outfit that hugged her like a second
skin.
When she entered the Dungeon, Cheryl was naked and  kneeling on the carpet,
as ordered, with Tina standing nearby, holding Cheryl's  leash.  Tina had
not changed out of  her satin Maid's outfit since early in the morning, and
Janet considered having  her change into something a bit more appropriate for
doing a scene.
In the center of the Dungeon was something hidden under a  single white
sheet, which betrayed no indication of it's purpose.  Cheryl stared at it,
until Janet broke  her concentration.
"Good evening, Cheryl.  I trust that Tina had tended to your  wounds?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Be warned that after a time, you shall learn how to take  many strokes
with the cane.  Even  harsher ones than the mild ones that I gave you."
"Yes, Mistress Janet."
"Do you ride a horse?" asked Janet.
"Mistress?"
"I asked if you ride a horse.  Are you one of the horsey set at the
country club that plays polo on weekends?"
"I know how to ride, Mistress, but I don't own a horse,"  answered Cheryl.
"Well, that's a start, when did you last  ride?"
"Some time ago, Mistress."
"It's been too long then," observed Janet, as she removed  the sheet from
the object, revealing what looked like a large A made of wood  that had
eyelets for attaching chains.
Cheryl gasped when she guessed the purpose of the thing,  which she had
never seen before.
"It's called a horse, for obvious reasons, Cheryl.  And you're going to
ride it this  evening, before I use you.  Help me,  Tina."
Cheryl was helped to her feet and her leash removed and  her wrist
bracelets unlocked.  Then  she was made to mount the horse, and her wrists were
again locked behind her  back, then Janet locked her ankle bracelets to the
horse.  Finally, Janet locked one of the ceiling  chains to Cheryl's wrist
bracelets, pitching her forward.
"Your entire weight now is resting on your sex,"  described Janet, "which
will become uncomfortable very quickly."
"Mistress, please?" asked Cheryl, "release  me?"
"I said that I would test you, Cheryl.  You shall remain on the horse until
I  decide when to take you down, and not before.  Besides, it is far less
painful than the  cane, unless you would prefer a few more strokes with that
instead," offered  Janet.
"No, Mistress."
"I could have placed a phallus on the horse, which you  would now have
inside of you.  Instead, since this is your first time, you shall ride without
it."
"Thank you, Mistress Janet."
"Tina you may go and change into something a little more  suitable for the
Dungeon," ordered Janet.
"Thank you, Mistress," answered Tina as she bowed  slightly, then walked
out of the Dungeon, leaving Cheryl and Janet  together.
Janet walked over to her throne like chair, sat down, and  opened the
newest issue of Vogue.  So this was where Tina had left it!  She had been
wondering where it had been, and Janet had wanted to read  it.
Cheryl, in her uncomfortable position on the horse, tried  to shift herself
so that the pain would lessen somewhat.  Instead, nothing that she did had
any  effect, and she cried silently to herself.  Janet would glance at her
occasionally.
She had given Tina a hand signal to indicate that she  should take nearly
an hour to change, then return.  Janet wanted to be alone with Cheryl, in
order that she could properly gauge Cheryl's reactions from being on the horse
 for a long period of time.
Under the sleeve of her PVC Catsuit, Janet wore a small  watch on the
inside of her wrist.  She would check the time every now and then, but not be too
obvious about  it.
"Mistress, please!" begged Cheryl.
Janet rose from her seat, and closed the magazine.  She walked over to the
horse, and played  with Cheryl's erect nipples.
"Ahhhh!" cried Cheryl.
"What's wrong, Cheryl?"
"My pussy, Mistress.  It's being split in two!"
"Would you rather that I slice your bottom again with the  cane?  That is
the choice that I'm  giving you tonight.  Either the  horse or the cane,
Cheryl.  Those  are your only alternatives today," coldly stated Janet.
"Please, please," begged Cheryl, tears in her  eyes.
Janet reached between Cheryl's legs, and pulled at a few  of Cheryl's
pubic hairs.  She played  with Cheryl's pussy, feeling the hot pained flesh
between her slave's  legs.
"Owwww!" cried Cheryl when Janet pulled a few  out.
"Perhaps your next punishment shall be to have that  lovely bush of yours
shaved.  If you  think that having a bikini wax at a salon can be painful and
embarrassing, you  should have your pussy shaved for a few months.  It will
give you a new meaning to the  word naked," suggested Janet.
"I think that nipple clamps are in order, don't you?"  asked Janet.
Janet unzipped her Catsuit, for in advance she had  secreted a pair of
clamps in her black lacy bra that she was wearing under the  PVC material.  She
removed them, and  without further taunting, placed them onto Cheryl's erect
and extended  nipples.
"Ahhhh!" sobbed Cheryl.
"That's better, now be quiet, lest I place a gag in your  mouth, Cheryl,"
stated Janet.
Janet noted the mournful look on Cheryl's face as she  resumed her seat,
and began to read again where she had left off.  Her slave looked rather
pained in her  place on the horse.
"Cheryl?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"I am not seated here to be callous," explained Janet,  "but rather to
teach you a lesson.  A bound slave should NEVER be left alone, under any
circumstances, do you  understand?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Mistress Janet," sobbed Cheryl.
"Especially if they are gagged," added Janet.
"I understand, Mistress."
"Good."
Janet was interrupted when the Dungeon door opened to  admit Tina, who had
now changed her satin Maid's outfit for a leather vest and  pants.  Plus a
pair of elbow length  gloves to complete her outfit.
"Excellent choice," complimented Janet.
"Thank you, Mistress," answered Tina, "I desire to wear  something besides
the Maid's outfit sometimes."
"Would you like to use Cheryl?" offered Janet, "and I  shall be happy to
assist?"
"Yes, Mistress, thank you," gratefully answered Tina,  "how may I use her?"

"In any way that you desire, and in the harshest possible  manner, which
was what I had intended to do with her."
"Thank you, Mistress," answered Tina.
Janet smiled, for if Cheryl resented the fact that Tina  would now be using
her instead of Janet that would prepare her for Saturday,  when Janet's
real plans for her would unfold.
"She's yours," said Janet.
"I see that you've placed nipple clamps on her," observed  Tina.
"Yes," answered Janet.
"Owww!" cried Cheryl when Tina pulled at one.
"I thought that you were going to use me, Mistress!"  cried Cheryl.
"I have trained Tina both as my slave and assistant,"  described Janet, "
and she is perfectly capable of handling you in the Dungeon as  well as the
rest of the house."
"I want to be used by you, Mistress!" protested  Cheryl.
"You're not in a position to demand anything," coldly  answered Janet as
she rose from her seat, removed a riding crop from the  cabinet, then handed
it to Tina.
Cheryl looked in shock at the two women facing her, not  certain what to
say next.
"You may begin, Tina."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"What is your safeword?" demanded Tina.
"Sin, Mistress," answered Cheryl.
"Very good, Cheryl," replied Tina, as she struck her  first blow with the
crop onto Cheryl's skin.
Because of the way that she was bound to the horse, all  that Tina could
strike with the crop was the outside of Cheryl's legs, her  breasts, and
bottom.  But that was  enough, as Tina delivered light strokes that made Cheryl
moan and fight her  place on the horse.
"Aaaaah!"
"Aaaaah!"
"Aaaaah!" cried Cheryl each time that she was struck with  the riding
crop.
After Tina had delivered about a dozen small strokes, she  offered the crop
to Cheryl's lips, and the bound woman kissed the crop without  any
complaints.  Then Tina roughly  removed the clamps, making Cheryl moan in response.
"I want her removed from the horse, she needs to be  flogged," ordered
Tina.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Janet.
In reality, it took both of them to release Cheryl from  the horse, then
help her down.  Sitting on her sex for a prolonged period of time had made
Cheryl stiff  and sore, so she was given time to recover from her ordeal.  In
preparation for what would be her  next trial to come.
"Spread-eagle her on the table," ordered Tina.
The table was one of Janet's newest purchases.  It was a table with chains
at each  corner, which could be raised or lowered depending on how it was to
be  used.
Cheryl was placed upon on it, and her wrist and ankle  bracelets were
locked onto each corner.  She was then slightly elevated, and tipped forward to
allow for easier  use by Tina.
"Thank you, Mistress Janet," said Tina.
"You're welcome, you may proceed," ordered  Janet.
Tina selected a common leather flogger, and presented it  to Cheryl's lips
to kiss before use.
"Kiss the flogger," ordered Tina.
"NO!" screamed Cheryl, "I want to be used by Mistress  Janet."
"I suggest that you obey Tina, Cheryl," suggested Janet  as she resumed
her seat, "I did give you to her for the evening, and she can be  quite nasty
if provoked."
Tina then began to strike Cheryl with the flogger.  She had chosen a
leather one, and the  heavy strands made a dull thud as they impacted onto Cheryl'
s flesh.  She pulled at her chains in an effort to  free herself, but the
leather and steel that restrained her was  implacable.
Cheryl moaned as each stroke left it's imprint on her  naked body, and she
cried as Tina continued her relentless use of her.  Tina would strike at her
breasts, belly,  the inside of her thighs and sex, and her underarms.
"Ahhhhh!" cried Cheryl.
"Ahhhhh!"
Stroke after stroke, Tina made certain that no part of  Cheryl's body
remained unscathed by the use of the flogger.  Cheryl may have been defiant at
the  beginning, but she would not be at the end of her use.
"Sin!" screamed Cheryl, "Sin!"
Tina stopped the use of the flogger, and Janet rose from  her seat, and
they both unlocked Cheryl from the table.  She sat on a bench, sobbing into a
tissue that Janet had produced.
Tina then took Cheryl into her arms, and held her closely  as she dried
Cheryl's tears.  Cheryl  remembered when Janet had done this before, when she
had been used nearly to her  breaking point.
"Are you all right?" asked Tina, softly.
"Yes, Mistress.  Can I rest?"
"Of course you may," said Tina.
Tina held Cheryl closely in her arms, then took her  upstairs and to bed.
Janet put  everything away in the Dungeon, and closed the lights and locked
up.
They had set up everything together in advance of course,  and Cheryl would
never know that.  Janet had wanted to drive Cheryl to her safeword without
actually hurting  her.  It was an excellent lesson for  her.

Part Three: The Next Day -  Saturday October 3, 1998
In the morning, after breakfast, Janet had asked Cheryl  to join her in the
library.  Cheryl  was naked, wearing only her collar and bracelets and
heels.  Tina had bathed her, and soothed her  punished skin with salves and
creams.  Cheryl's skin was a dull red, but Tina had not broken the skin nor
really  hurt her.  Tina was too experienced  a Domme for that to happen.
"How do you feel?" asked Janet when Cheryl sat across  from her in the
Dining Room.
"All right, Mistress," Cheryl answered.
"Did Tina hurt you?"
"No, Mistress.  Not really, I was scared and frightened.  I am sorry that I
called my  safeword."
"That is where you are wrong, Cheryl."
"Mistress?"
"You must never be afraid to call your safeword, because  that may be what
will save your life," answered Janet.
"I don't understand, Mistress."
"One day I'll tell you the story, when you're up to  it.  Until then,
regard what  happened here as a lesson."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Attend to your work with Tina, we have a guest coming  later."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl as she rose and bowed to  Janet before
leaving.
"Please conduct our guest into the library," ordered  Janet, as she
glanced at Cheryl, who looked suddenly worried.
Tina conducted a man in his late thirties into the  library.  He was tall,
fit, and  thin, dressed in black, and very attractive.  Janet watched as
Cheryl's eyes opened  wide with desire.
"Craig, I would like to introduce Cheryl.  She is my newest slave, still
under  training."
Cheryl had looked like she was going to introduce  herself, but remained
silent.
"You may kneel on the floor, Cheryl, address him as  Master, and speak only
when spoken to," Janet ordered.
"Master Craig," said Cheryl after she had assumed her  place on the floor.
"I have been training her in private for a few months,  and she has not
been shown to any other Masters or Dommes yet, so she has not  yet been trained
in public address yet.  But she will learn," described Janet.
"What is your name?" asked Craig as her sat in a library  chair.
"Cheryl Branford, Master," shakily replied  Cheryl.
"How have you been trained?"
"I have been spanked, whipped, flogged, and cropped,  Master," replied
Cheryl.
"Always thorough," Craig said to Janet.
"Thank you.  It is now time that I test Cheryl's submission, don't you
agree?" asked  Janet.
"Yes."
"Cheryl, since you have proven yourself, I would now like  you to suck Craig
's cock and give him an orgasm with that mouth of yours,"  ordered Janet.
"Mistress?" answered Cheryl with a look of horror on her  face.
"That's right, Cheryl," Janet answered.
"I, I.........," stammered Cheryl.
"Craig, could you excuse us please for a moment?" asked  Janet, "I would
like to have a word in private with Cheryl."
"Of course," he answered, rose to his feet, and left the  library, closing
the door behind him.
"You have angered me greatly, Cheryl, in refusing a  direct order of mine
and embarrassing me in front of a guest."
"Mistress, I thought that you were only friends with  other Dominatrixes!"
protested Cheryl.
"If you are still worried about me loaning you to another  Domme, that will
be arranged shortly.  Master Craig is here from California, he is a good
friend of mine, and I  want to show him my newest slave.  That means you,
Cheryl," said Janet coldly.
"Mistress!"
"If it's a health problem that you're worried about  Cheryl, he will be
wearing a condom.  But is it something more?  Did you think that you could be
submissive to a Domme here in the East  without that affecting you when you
went home?  Is that it?" asked Janet.
"I don't know, Mistress!" cried Cheryl, "don't embarrass  me this way,
please?"
"You have proven that you desire the lash and the crop,  have been trained
in the use of your mouth and bottom, and are my slave.  Once you return home
Cheryl, you will  desire to be spanked and used, whether it be by a Master
or a Mistress.  You are my slave, Cheryl, by your own  admission and
behavior."
"Mistress, I have never done that to a man before!"  protested Cheryl.
"Only with sex toys?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Mistress!"
"Well then, I think that it's time that you put your  knowledge to proper
use," said Janet.
"Please, Mistress, no, not with a man?" begged  Cheryl.
"Are you going to act this way when I loan you to another  Domme?"
questioned Janet, displeasure evident in her voice.
"No, Mistress."
"What you have failed to understand Cheryl is that you  are a submissive.
That means  obeying the orders of men and women, Masters and Dommes.  You
are now going to suck on Craig's  cock, then he will use you in the Dungeon,
and then probably take you to  bed.  Do you submit, Cheryl, if not  then you
are free to leave, never to return," lectured Janet.
"I submit, Mistress Janet," cried Cheryl, "I  submit."
"Take a tissue from the box and dry your eyes,  Cheryl.  Craig will not
want to see  you crying as you suck his cock, do you understand, else you will
be  embarrassing me.  And you don't want  to do that, do you?" asked Janet.
"No, Mistress."
"Then you will compose yourself, and be prepared to be  used by a Master,
Cheryl.  You will  submit your body, your mouth and probably your sex to him.
 And if you fail to please him, you will  suffer the consequences."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl.
After Craig was returned to the library, he removed his  boots, black
jeans, and pulled down his shorts before seating himself in a  chair.  Janet
passed him a condom,  and his cock sprang to erection.
"Come here," ordered Craig.
"Yes, Master," answered Cheryl.
"You know what to do," said Craig as he passed her the  foil wrapped
object.
Cheryl unwrapped the condom, then unrolled the latex onto  his swelling
organ.  Then,  hesitantly at first, she took his organ into her mouth, sucking
slowly at  first.
Craig did not push or force her, instead sat on the edge  of the chair and
let Cheryl proceed at her own pace.  She was clearly embarrassed because of
the blush on her cheeks, but she continued to suck on his cock and draw it
deeper back into her throat.
Mistress Janet sat behind her desk, watching the  activities as an
interested observer.  There were no sounds in the library except for the occasional
sucking  sound from Cheryl and Craig's small moans of pleasure.  Tina had
been ordered not to join them,  and Janet stayed quiet.
Once Cheryl had gotten over her initial embarrassment and  fright, she took
Craig deep into her mouth.  Her tongue tickled his glans, and she  could
feel his pulsating cock deep in her throat.  Her mouth puckered every time
that she  sucked on him.
Craig was known for his ability to restrain himself, but  Janet could see
that he was weakening.  For Cheryl had clearly excited him, and was showing
her ability to  delight a Master.
"Ahhhh!" cried Craig, as his body shook with one orgasm  after another.
Janet watched as Cheryl sucked at the latex, suddenly  warmed by Craig's
hot come.  It was  only after Craig had stopped his climaxes did Cheryl remove
her mouth from his  limp organ.
"Thank you, Cheryl."
"You're welcome, Master," said Cheryl from her kneeling  position on the
floor.
"The bathroom is behind that door," pointed out Janet to  Craig.
"Thank you, Janet."
Craig rose to his feet, and picked up his jeans, and  walked into the
bathroom, closing the door behind him.
"You have done well, Cheryl.  I told you that one day that you would  make
a Master happy, and you have done so."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Once Craig has cleaned and rested, he will want you in  the Dungeon.  I
shall be attending,  since Tina has the night off."
"I understand, Mistress.  Thank you for training me."
"You're welcome, Cheryl."
Dinner that evening was a strange affair.  Craig had placed a suitcase in a
bedroom  after Cheryl had serviced him, then fallen asleep from his trip.
Afterwards, Janet and Craig had been served Dinner, which  was Shrimp
Scampi that Tina had prepared and Cheryl had served.  Dinner had gone off without
a hitch, and  Janet noted the way that Cheryl looked at her guest.
There was no doubt that Cheryl was attracted to  Craig.  The way she stood
nearby  while serving him, how she knelt before him.  Cheryl was clearly
attracted to her Male  Dom guest.
They had eaten late, and talked while Cheryl and Tina  first ate together
then cleaned up.  Tina would help to bathe and prepare Cheryl, then she would
be going out  by herself.
Janet would be assisting Craig in the Dungeon, just as  she had assisted
Tina that night before.  She wondered just how Cheryl was going to react this
evening.
"What is your safeword, Cheryl?" asked Craig.
It was late in the evening, and Craig, Janet, and Cheryl  were now
downstairs in the Dungeon.  Tina had prepared Cheryl, then showered and dressed, and
had taken the  Toyota.
Craig was wearing a leather vest, black jeans, and boots.  Janet had chosen
a simple leather  bra and skirt.  Cheryl was of course  naked, wearing only
her collar and bracelets.
"Sin, Master," answered Cheryl from her kneeling position  on the floor.
"Do you consent to my use, given by permission of  Mistress Janet?" asked
Craig.
"Yes, Master."
Craig was very attractive in the outfit that he had  chosen.  His firm
muscles rippled  under his skin and the black leather every time that he moved,
and his black  piercing eyes looked like they could discern one's very soul
within.
"Thank you, Mistress Janet," Craig said to his  hostess.
"You're welcome."
"Prepare to be used."
"Yes, Master," Cheryl answered.
Cheryl knelt on the carpet, her legs open, hands on her  knees.  She looked
eager for  whatever was going to happen next.  Even if that meant that she
was going to be painfully administered by  Janet's guest.
"Janet, place her against the post, I want to crop her,"  ordered Craig.
"Yes, Sir!"
Janet pulled Cheryl up by her collar then locked her  hands onto the post
above her head.  Then she locked a spreader bar on her ankle cuffs so the
Cheryl would  remain open for whatever Craig might deign to use her for.
"Done, Master," said Janet when finished.
Craig then walked over to the cabinet, and opened it,  removing a crop that
he flexed in his hands.  He motioned Janet over to his  side.
"Owwwww!" cried Janet after Craig had struck her  unexpectedly with the
crop.
"You failed to hand me the crop," admonished Craig, a  smile on his face.
"Yes, Sir!"
"Now onto Cheryl," said Craig as he walked over to the  bound woman, "kiss
the crop."
"Yes, Master," answered Cheryl as she kissed the handle  when it was
offered to her.
"You will count each stroke, and thank me after every  five," ordered
Craig.
"Yes, Master."
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
"Four!"
"Five, thank you, Master!"
Janet watched her friend at work and smiled.  Craig would delivered a
series of five  strokes of every increasing force, then every tenth stroke, use
his hand to rub  Cheryl's heated body.
"Eleven!"
"Twelve!"
"Thirteen!"
"Fifteen, thank you, Master!"
"Eighteen!"
"Twenty, thank you, Master!"
Craig was not using strokes harsh enough to really hurt,  just mildly sting
and would leave a mark behind.  The crop's tip would land on Cheryl's
bottom, her underarms, and between her legs.
After a time, Janet observed that Cheryl would  deliberately stick her
behind out.  Quietly, she circled around to see the look on Cheryl's face during
her  use.
"Twenty-two!"
"Twenty-four!"
"Twenty-five, thank you, Master!" panted  Cheryl.
`She wants him,' Janet thought to herself, `she's  submitting herself to
me for whatever reason, but Cheryl wants a  MaleDom.'
There was no doubt in Janet's mind as she saw the  unmistakable look of
desire on Cheryl's face.  It was the look of a person who not only  wanted, but
needed a Master (or Mistress) to fulfill all of their  desires.
`I helped Cheryl to bring out her submissive desires, to  train her
sexually in submission.  But she doesn't want a Dominatrix to serve, she wants a
Master,' Janet  thought in silence.
Craig then looked past Cheryl to Janet, and she gave him  a knowing glance,
then nodded in silence.  Craig understood, and replied in kind.
"Thirty, thank you, Master!"
"Kiss the crop," ordered Craig, as her presented the  handle to Cheryl's
lips.
"Yes, Master," answered Cheryl.
"Janet, you may release her and let her rest for a short  time, before her
next ordeal," ordered Craig.
"Yes, Master," replied Janet.
Janet unlocked the spreader bar, then released Cheryl's  wrists.  The woman
was shaken, but  not truly hurt.  She was covered in  red marks and sweat,
but was holding herself quite well, considering her use in  the last two
days.
"You have done well, Cheryl," said Janet as she conducted  Cheryl to the
bench to rest.
"Owwww!" cried Cheryl when her sensitive bottom touched  the leather of
the bench.
"You'll be all right."
"Thank you, Mistress."
Cheryl was allowed to rest, and drink some water and  compose herself.  Her
breasts rose  and fell with every breath that she took, but she looked
different somehow.  In how she held herself.
"Cheryl?" asked Craig after a period of time had elapsed,  "are you ready
to proceed?"
"Yes, Master."
"Janet has told me that Tina used you yesterday with a  flogger.  Is that
correct?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Because you have been used with the crop and flogger  within the last two
days, and you are experienced according to Mistress Janet, I  think that it
is only correct that you select the instrument of your next  use."
"Master?" replied Cheryl, a look of shock on her  face.
"Go to the cabinet and select the instrument of your next  use," ordered
Craig.
"Yes, Master," answered Cheryl.
Sheepishly at first, Cheryl rose to her feet and walked  over to the
cabinet.  She opened it  to reveal all of the instruments of her use in the
Dungeon.  Tina had taught her how to care for all  of the things within, and it
was usually Erica who used them upon  her.
Naked, Cheryl looked over all of the various instruments  that had caused
her pain and pleasure during her training by Mistress  Janet.  Finally, she
selected a  coiled leather whip, walked back to Craig, and feel to her knees
in front of  him, presenting the whip to him in her hands.
"Please use the whip, Master?" asked Cheryl.
"Are you sure that is what you want?" asked  Craig.
"Yes, Master, the whip," stated Cheryl.
"I could hurt you with it," cautioned Craig.
"I know that you will not."
"Janet, please suspend Cheryl from the ceiling chain,  opening her arms and
legs with a spreader bar?" asked Craig.
"Yes, Sir."
Mistress Janet did as her friend Craig requested, and  soon Cheryl was
hanging from the ceiling chain, her arms and legs locked to  spreader bars in
the shape of an X.  Within her bondage, Cheryl held herself tightly erect,
proud in her  appearance.
"Cheryl is ready, Sir," announced Janet.
"Thank you, Janet," said Craig as he coiled the gleaming  whip in his
hands.
Craig looked over Cheryl, and ran one of his hands from  her shoulders to
the swell of her breast, her flat stomach, her mons, and open  slit.  Cheryl
moaned slightly as he  tenderly caressed her.
"Are you ready?" asked Craig.
"Yes, Master," confidently answered Cheryl.
"Remember your safeword," cautioned Craig.
"Sin, Master."
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
"Aaaaah!" cried Cheryl.
Janet watched as Craig carefully used the whip on  Cheryl.  In expectation
of the lash,  she had held herself tightly, and Janet saw the tension in her
muscles before  she was struck with the whip.  Craig  was a Dom who was
very experienced with the lash, and knew how to use it  correctly.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
"Are you all right, Cheryl?"
"Yes, Master," answered Cheryl.
Craig moved a few steps forward and ever so gently used  his fingertip to
feel where the whip had struck Cheryl's flesh.  Her nakedness was now adorned
with fresh  stripes from his whip.
"Do you want to continue?"
"Yes, Master," Cheryl confidently replied.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Janet noted how Craig would sometimes crack the whip in  the air a few
inches from Cheryl's body, so that Cheryl would think that her  body was being
struck.  Other times,  the whip would wrap itself around her body.  But those
strokes were delivered with  such little force that they rarely marked at
all.  Craig would only strike her with the  whip in such a way that the flesh
was not broken, but only marked.  A stroke that was delivered with only a
carefully measured amount of force designed to sting and not maim.
"Are you all right?" asked Craig.
"Yes, Master, please continue?"
Without pause, Craig continued his use of Cheryl.  She would flinch every
time that the  whip would strike her body, but she did not cry or scream.
Instead, she looked confident during her  use.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
"You have trained her well, Janet," complimented  Craig.
"Thank you, Master."
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
"Aaaaaah!" cried Cheryl.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, Master, I'm fine."
Stroke after stroke, Cheryl's body was laced with stripes  from the whip.
But Cheryl did not  scream or panic, instead holding herself resolutely with
her bondage, absorbing  every stroke as Master Craig used her to her limit.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
"Janet, you may take her down," ordered Craig, "your  session is over."
"Thank you Master," panted Cheryl.
When Cheryl was seated on the bench, her chest still  heaving from the
ordeal, Craig offered her the whip's handle.  She kissed it without even being
ordered  to.
"You have been well trained by a good Mistress," stated  Craig.
"Yes, Master, thank you," answered Cheryl.
"Do you want to join me in bed this evening?" asked  Craig.
"Yes, Master, I would like that very much."
Craig sensually ran his fingertips over her striped,  sweat stained body.
"You were very brave, Cheryl.  To take the lash from a Master that you  did
not know."
"Thank you, Master."
"Janet, please give her a bath and have her ready in my  room in about an
hour," ordered Craig.
"Yes, Master," answered Janet.
Janet helped Cheryl to her feet, and walked with her to  the door.  She did
not bind Cheryl,  nor did she have to.  Cheryl now  obviously wanted the
evening to progress onto the next phase, by the spring in  her step.
Next Janet stripped, and drew a hot steamy bath for  Cheryl, which she
immersed herself in.  Cheryl moaned with pleasure when Janet bathed her, washed
her hair and  cleaned and prepared her.
"Mistress Janet?" asked Cheryl.
"Yes, Cheryl."
"Why did you bathe me?"
"Because Craig ordered it, and it's been a long time  since I did that for
another woman."
"You've done that before?"
"I wasn't always a Mistress," explained Janet.
"Thank you, Mistress, for training me."
"You're welcome, Cheryl.  Now Craig awaits!  You don't want to anger a
Master, do  you?"
"No, Mistress, I do not!"
When she was finally ready, Janet escorted Cheryl to  Craig's bedroom,
where he was sitting in bed, reading a book from Janet's  library.
"Thank you, Janet.  That will be all," ordered Craig, as Cheryl walked
into his bedroom  naked, and closed the door behind her.

Part Three: The Discovery  - Monday October 5, 1998
Doreen Kelly closed the last of Erica's Medical Reports,  she had been
reading them at Janet's request.  A slave of Janet's, she was an LRN at a
local hospital.
She closed the file folder, and walked from the Dining  Room to the
Library, where Janet was staring at her computer monitor.
"Mistress?"
"Please be seated, Doreen.  And thank you again for your help.  What do
those Medical Reports  say?"
"This woman, this Erica Riken.  Who was she?" asked Doreen.
"That is of no consequence, Doreen.  What do they say?" demanded  Janet.
"Erica was seriously ill, Mistress.  She was badly anemic, and had
leukemia.  She was receiving  treatment, but it doesn't seem to have been working.
Erica may have been dying, but the  reports don't say anything past June
1993."
"Thank you, Doreen, that will be all.  Not a word of this to anyone, do you
 understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
After Doreen had left, Janet opened the file, reading the  notes that her
slave had written about Erica's condition.  Dying!
Janet broke down in tears sobbing, for she had truly  loved Erica with all
of her heart.  The woman who had introduced her to the pain and pleasure of
submission  had been in reality hiding a deadly secret from her, even when
she had come to  se Janet months after she had won the competition.
`Erica you didn't stop being a Domme because you got  married, you stopped
instead because you were dying,' Janet thought.
Tears ran down Janet's cheeks, so that was why Erica had  referred to Janet
as her last slave.  That had been the real reason why Erica had devised the
competition  between her and Tiffany.
The Medical reports had begun in 1992, just after Janet  had begun to serve
Erica.  Janet  looked at the diary dated 1992, and wondered if she should
skip ahead and read  that now.  But she was still in  1989, and resolved to
read them in sequence.
`Erica, now I know why you were in a rush to train me as  slave, because
you felt you didn't have much time left.  No wonder Andrea later told me that
you  loved me so much.  I was going to be  your final slave and legacy!'
thought Janet as she cried in the  library.

>From the Diary of Cheryl  Branford
The Sunday Times lays unopened on the coffee table in the  living room, and
no matter how I try to interest myself in reading it, the news  of the
outside world just doesn't interest me.
I sit in a chair, crying, trying to sort out my  feelings.  But I cannot,
because I  am now a storm of raging emotions.
Last night, after a session with the whip at the hands of  Master Craig
that should have left me screaming in pain, I shamelessly joined  him in bed.
I have never been so  attracted to a man in all of my life.
Craig took me into his bed, and used me as fiercely with  his cock as with
the whip.  He  impaled with his shaft, and I clung tightly to him, my legs
curled around him as  he thrust time after time inside me.  I have never had
sex with any other man like him before.
Three times he took me in my pussy, and by the time he  was finished I was
stiff and sore.  Then he rolled me over, placed a new condom on his cock,
then spread  plenty of lubricant in my bottom and took me from behind.  I
opened myself to him, enjoying the  fullness of his cock in my ass.  He
penetrated me, and I moaned with pleasure, not pain.
In my book reading about submission I now remember that a  Dominant is
supposed to keep a slave off balance, constantly challenging them  with one new
experience after another.
Mistress Janet has certainly done that by providing me  with the man of my
dreams, who would look at home on the beach at Venice.  Except that this man
would not hesitate  to place me over his knee to spank me, or hang me from
the ceiling to be  whipped.
When I began this mad scheme, Janet warned me that I was  going down a path
of no return.  I  should have listened and fled back to California.
Instead Janet has awakened the submissive inside me, and  I now desire the
lash and crop.
But most of all, I want a Master to own me, and use me in  the way that I
desire.  And to make  me his slave, forever.

Chapter 12: Changes - Part  One: The Promotion - March 1989
The restaurant was mostly empty as the waitress seated  Erica and Stephanie
in a private booth.  She took their orders for drinks, then left them alone
with their menus  to decide what they wanted for lunch.
"How are you today?" asked Erica.
"Still smarting from the way you used me on the weekend,  Mistress Erica,"
softly answered Stephanie, "other than that, just  fine."
They were interrupted by the arrival of their drinks, and  then they
ordered so that they could be left alone until lunch  arrived.
"Are you excited?"
"Yes, Mistress.  I'm very scared," admitted Stephanie.
"Nothing to be scared about, Stephanie.  You're the first of my slaves to
be  promoted to Domme, a singular honor.  You've earned it."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Erica will do in public, Stephanie.  Unless you want me to put you over my
 knee and make a scene."
"That could be rather nice, Mistress.  Er, Erica, sorry."
Erica wore a white silk blouse, and red leather skirt and  matching shoes.
She looked like she  was going out on a date, rather than meeting a friend
for lunch.
"I'll spank you later," threatened Erica.
"Thank you, Erica."
Stephanie had chosen a sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers,  dressing even more
casual than Erica did.  Still, she had just had her hair done in the
morning, and she looked  wonderful.  Unlike the depressed  woman of three years
before, she smiled, paid attention to her appearance, and  now dressed for the
occasion.
"Here's lunch!" announced the waitress.
They had chosen fajitas for two, and the waitress placed  a steaming tray
of steak and chicken and onions between the two women, followed  by a plate
of flour tortillas, and bowls containing sour cream, tomatoes, and
guacamole.
"Can I get you anything else?"
"Two more beers, please?" asked Erica.
"Sure, be right back," answered the waitress.
"How old do you think that she is?" asked Erica, when the  waitress had
left.
"Twenty or so, goes to college.  Just like I did," proudly answered
Stephanie.
"You waitressed?" asked Erica.
"Sure," answered Stephanie, taking a swallow from her  beer mug, "when I
was at Stamford, far away from home."
"Tell me about it?"
"I wanted a job, I didn't have to work.  But my classes were a breeze, and
I  whizzed through my homework.  One  day, at the local eatery I saw a sign
looking for help, so I got the  job."
"Your drinks," announced the waitress, as she placed the  fresh beer mugs
on the table.
"Thank you," replied Stephanie.
"You're welcome."
"What happened?" asked Erica.
"I worked there for over a year when I was in  school.  I rather liked it,
but I  kept it a secret from Mom and Dad.  They were just scandalized when
they found out!" laughed  Stephanie.
"Why?"
"They send me to prep school, tutors, everything!  Then I get a job as a
waitress instead  of some cushy internship somewhere."
Both women had rolled their dinner into the flour  tortillas and talked
between bites and swallows of beer.
"How did they find out?" asked Erica.
"One of our family friends came into the restaurant and  called home.  Dad
called me then  visited California on business.  Well, that ended my little
waitressing  job.  Damn, I liked it.  Got lots of dates, even had my ass
squeezed sometimes.  Wasn't bad,"  commented Stephanie.
"Not the sort of thing for a person in your class, was  it?" asked Erica.
"No, but I liked it.  The late hours and hectic conditions got  me ready
for Medical school, though.  But that's over now too."
"Perhaps you'll practice again someday," suggested  Erica.
"No, Mistress, I don't think so," answered Stephanie, her  eyes looking
down at her plate.
Erica then realized that she should not have brought the  subject up.
Stephanie could be  caned until she bled, for the one wound in her mind was the
loss of her family  that she blamed herself for.
"I'm sorry, Stephanie, I shouldn't have said that.  I know that it still
hurts," apologized  Erica.
"It's all right, Erica.  I know that you mean well, and time does  heal
wounds.  Some of them, anyway,"  concluded Stephanie.
They both ate in silence for a few minutes, rolling one  tortilla after
another, then washing them down with fresh drinks that the  waitress brought
after Erica had asked her back to the table.
"Have you thought about what you're going to wear this  Saturday?" asked
Erica.
"A leather bra and skirt will do."
"That means I'll have to wear something different.  I guess I'll wear that
Dominatrix dress,  which is better than a Catsuit," observed Erica.
After the check had been paid and they lingered at the  table, Stephanie
looked very seriously at Erica.  When Erica rose to leave, Stephanie  placed a
hand on her companion's hand, imploring her to stay seated.
"Erica, why?" asked Stephanie.
"Why what?" answered Erica.
"Why did you save me?"
"You know that you're not supposed to ask that,  Stephanie.  As my slave,
you were  not allowed to keep any secrets from me.  But as Mistress, I'm
allowed to keep secrets from you.  I could say that I found you sexually
attractive, or that I thought that you would make a good slave.  But there was a
reason beyond that, that  I felt that you should not be serving Lauren."
"Thank you, Erica."
"You're welcome, Stephanie," answered Erica as she rose  to leave,
followed by her companion.
In the short drive back to her house, Erica was not  really sure if
Stephanie had believed the reason for taking her from  Lauren.  But it did not
matter if  Stephanie had believed her or not.  What counted was that she had
rescued Stephanie, reawakened her sexually  and the desire to live again, and
now was promoting her to  Dominatrix.
Which was all that really mattered, after all.
"Lisa?" called Erica as she hung her jacket up in the  hall closet.
Normally, Lisa would be at the door to greet Erica on her  return, instead
her Maid was not there to help her with her jacket.  Erica walked over to
her downstairs  bedroom, and found Lisa on the bed, crying.
"Mistress?" asked Lisa when she saw Erica at her bedroom  door.
"Lisa, what's wrong?" questioned Erica as she joined Lisa  on her bed.
"Mistress, I'm sorry, but I have to leave you," sobbed  Lisa.
"Why?"
"Family, I have to go home to Oregon."
"There now," said Erica as she pulled a tissue from a box  on the
night-table and dried Lisa's eyes.
"I'm sorry," cried Lisa, "I'm sorry, Mistress  Erica."
"It's all right, Lisa, nothing is forever.  You have served me well for
five years,  and now you have to move on.  There  is no shame in leaving me."
"You're not angry?"
"No Lisa, I'm not angry.  If you have family responsibilities then  they
are far more important than your service to me."
"Thank you, Mistress.  I love you," said Lisa.
"It's all right, Lisa.  And I love you too," answered Erica as  she held
Lisa in her arms.
"I'll be giving my two week notice, Mistress," stated  Lisa.
"That will be fine, Lisa.  Thank you."
Lisa had dried her eyes, then sat up in bed and began to  remove her Maid's
outfit.  Once  naked, she held Erica in her arms and kissed her Mistress on
the  lips.
"Awfully direct, aren't you?" asked Erica.
"We don't have much time Mistress.  You can use me tonight after Dinner in
 the Dungeon.  Now though, I want to  make love to my Mistress.  Please?"
"Of course."
Erica unbuttoned her blouse, then unzipped the leather  skirt.  She removed
both, then  removed her heels, and followed by her pantyhose.  She then was
nude like her companion,  and held Lisa in her arms.
Lisa gently pushed Erica back onto the bed, and kissed  her on the mouth,
their tongues dancing together at the joined entrance of their  mouths.
Erica inhaled Lisa's  perfume, familiar with the Chanel #5 that her slave
preferred.  Lisa then kissed Erica's neck, and soon  took one of Erica's nipples
into her mouth.  Then her hand began to work on Erica's  sex, and Erica
moaned in response, opening her legs to Lisa's  attentions.
Erica pushed her head back against the pillows, her body  filled with the
heat of desire for Lisa and her lovemaking.  Then Lisa buried her face
between  Erica's legs, and her tongue quickly began to tease Erica's love bud.
"OH!" exclaimed Erica.
Lisa pushed herself deeper into Erica's fragrant sex, her  mouth sucking at
the juices now flowing from the excited Domme.  Her lips caressed Erica's,
and she  playfully nibbled at her pubic hair.
Erica's chest heaved with sexual excitement, her blood  thundering in her
veins, her heart furious with passion.  All that mattered now was lovemaking,
 and Lisa had fully applied herself to satisfying her Mistress.
"Ahhhhh!" screamed Erica, her body bouncing on the bed,  wracked by one
orgasm after another that washed through her.
Lisa continued to drive Erica to one orgasm after  another, her tongue
buried deep into Erica's lovebox.  Erica bucked time after time on the bed  as
Lisa pursued her relentless assault on her sex, driving her Mistress to one
height of passion after another.
Next, Lisa advanced up the bed like a predatory cat,  snarling from deep in
her throat.  She kissed Erica on her lips, and Erica tasted herself.  They
rolled together on the bed, like  two cats in heat.
Then Lisa lay back, and Erica serviced her slave.  Lisa was already wet
with desire, her  body aching for climax.  Erica used  her tongue and lips to
drive her from one climax to another, making Lisa moan  and buck with every
orgasm.
If Erica was skilled Domme, she was an even more skilled  lover.  She
deliberately wore Lisa  out, until the slave passed out from too much
stimulation.  Soon, Erica watched her fall off to  sleep after one orgasm after
another, then she closed her own eyes.

Lisa awoke to the aroma of cooking from the kitchen.  She dressed herself
in a robe and  slippers, and ran to the kitchen.  The clock said it was past
Seven, meaning that she was late for Dinner  and could expect a thrashing
from Erica for missing a meal!
"Hello, sleepyhead," greeted Erica, her hands encased in  oven mitts.
"Mistress?"
"Have a seat, dinner will be out shortly."
"Yes, Mistress."
The kitchen table was set for two, complete with  candles.  A salad, a loaf
of crusty  French bread, and a bottle of white wine were already on the
table.
"Since I wore you out I decided to make dinner," said  Erica.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"It's been a long time since I cooked anything, so I made  a quiche for
Dinner.""
Erica then opened the oven, and removed the quiche,  filing the kitchen
with a wonderful aroma.  She placed the dish on the kitchen table, shut off the
oven, and removed  the mitts from her hands.
"Salad, Mistress?" asked Lisa.
"Please."
Lisa served Erica a portion of the salad, then poured  some of the dressing
over it.  Then  she served herself next.  Erica  opened the white wine, and
after sniffing the cork, poured out two glasses for  them.
"Cheers," said Erica.
"Cheers."
Erica took a long swallow of her wine, and Lisa did the  same.  They began
eating, and after  the salad was finished, Erica cut out pieces of the
quiche for both of them  while Lisa cut the bread.
"Thank you for making Dinner, Mistress," said  Lisa.
"You're quite welcome Lisa.  I went to school for cooking in  New  York."
"You must have been very good," commented  Lisa.
"Thank you, but I really have let my skills lapse in the  last few years.
You're pretty good yourself."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"There's something I've been meaning to ask, and this is  as good at a
time as any.  When I  promote Stephanie to Domme, she will need a submissive to
do a small symbolic  scene with.  She doesn't have any  subs of her own yet.
"
"She can use me, Mistress," offered Lisa, "I would be  honored."
"Thank you, Lisa.  But there's another question I have for you.  Would you
like to be a Domme  also?"
"Mistress!" answered Lisa, shock registering on her  face.
"Why are you so surprised?" asked Erica, "you served  Judith for two years
before you came to me, and have been with me for five  years.  You've
proven yourself,  Lisa.  That's why I have let you use  submissives occasionally."

Lisa poured herself some more wine, then took a long  swallow to comfort
herself.  She was  visibly shaken by Erica's offer.
"Mistress, I don't want to disappoint you, but I'm  happier with a collar
around my neck.  I love being owned, being a slave.  I just don't want the
responsibility that comes with being a Domme,"  admitted Lisa.
"Thank you Lisa, for your honesty."
"Mistress, I've learned so much from you.  Interviews, histories, sexual
backgrounds.  I never understood why  you delved so deeply into a person's
background before you took them as a slave  until I saw you in action.
Judith  was never like you!"
"Thank you, Lisa," said Erica as she finished her quiche,  "more?"
"I'm stuffed," answered Lisa, "Mistress.  Thank you for a wonderful
dinner."
"You're welcome."
Dessert was cake and coffee, and Lisa insisted on doing  the dishes.  Erica
drank more coffee  as she watched Lisa clean up, and remembered the time
when she had been in the  apartment.  After she had given up  the life in this
house that she had tried to escape from, however  briefly.
"I shall want you in the Dungeon, naked and collared at  Ten," ordered
Erica, "you will be harshly used both there, and in the bedroom  afterwards."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Lisa while she dried her hands,  "and thank you."

"I'll be waiting," said Erica as she placed the coffee  cup in the kitchen
sink.
Erica had decided to wear a sleeveless black PVC Catsuit,  long opera
length gloves, and matching black heels for her use of Lisa.  While she could
have worn the thigh high  boots that she had just recently purchased they were
a bother to put on and zip  up.  So a pair of less restricting  heels would
have to do.
Lisa had showered and prepared herself, and Erica had  seen her walking
down the Dungeon steps naked.  Erica had sensed that Lisa was relieved  that
she had admitted that she had to leave, and a burden had been lifted from
her.  So Erica had decided that  tonight (good thing that she had no sessions
scheduled with her clients) would  be a special one.
Had it really been just five years since Lisa had come to  serve her?  They
had trained dozens  of slaves together, and had become well known as a
team.  But now part of her House was leaving,  and that would leave a void to be
filled.
Erica preened herself one last time in the mirror,  admiring the way that
she looked in the skintight Catsuit.  She had others in leather (expensive)
and rubber (equally expensive) but the most versatile was PVC.  Which she
could wash tomorrow in Woolite  and be ready to use again in just two days.
"Are you ready, slave?" asked Erica.
Lisa knelt naked on the carpet, wearing only her collar  and bracelets.
Erica saw that she  had rouged her aureole a deep red, and the scent of
perfume pervaded the  Dungeon.  Lisa had taken special  care to prepare herself
for Erica's use, and Erica did not want to disappoint  her.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do you consent to my use?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"What is your safeword, Lisa?"
"Joy, Mistress Erica."
"Stand up and place yourself against the X frame, legs  apart."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Lisa as she did as she had been  instructed.
Erica then attached straps to Lisa's wrist and ankle  bracelets to hold her
to the frame, rendering her helpless.  She bound Lisa tightly to the frame,
her  nakedness against the polished wood.
"Do you desire your Mistress?" asked Erica.
"Yes, please?" implored Lisa.
"I shall make you scream with desire," taunted  Erica.
"Yes, Mistress, please!" begged Lisa.
Erica then removed a simple riding crop with a small  leather tip at the
end.  Plus two  clamps that she hid in her palm of her hand.  She walked back
to Lisa, who eagerly  awaited her Mistress.
"How lovely you look," commented Erica, "I shall stripe  that body of
yours tonight with my lash and crop."
"Thank you, Mistress Erica."
"But first," Erica bent down, her tongue and lips playing  against Lisa's
right nipple, quickly bringing it erect.
"Ah!" cried Lisa, for Erica had placed a clamp on the  nipple, followed by
the left ones as well.
Then Erica kneaded Lisa's already wet sex, making her  moan and squirm
within her bonds.  She pushed her fingers deep into Lisa's slit, touching her
love  bud.
"Oh!" moaned Lisa.
"Lick my fingers of your juices, you wet slut," ordered  Erica as she
shoved her fingers into Lisa's mouth.
"Mmmmmmph!"
Once Lisa had done as Erica had ordered, Erica then  decided that something
else was in order.  She walked to the cabinet, and removed a gag, plus a
gambling token the  size of an old full size Dollar Coin that she had taken
from a Casino in  Atlantic  City.
"This is a penis gag," described Erica, "complete with an  air hole.
Since you will be gagged  and cannot use your safeword, you will drop the coin
as your signal, do you  understand?"
"Yes, Mistress, Oh!" cried Lisa.
Erica had pushed the head of the penis gag into Lisa's  wet slit as far as
it could go, making her moan.  Then she removed the gag from between  the
slave's sex, and gently placed it at the entrance to Lisa's mouth.  Lisa
opened her mouth, and Erica pushed  the gag inside, buckling it at the back of
her neck.
"Mmmmph!"
"You may taste yourself as I use you," said  Erica.
Erica then pressed the coin into Lisa's right hand, and  she gripped it
tightly in her fingers.  Lisa held the penis shaped latex gag between her
teeth, and Erica watched  as she sucked at the cock like object attempting to
move it around within her  mouth.
"What a slut you are," observed Erica.
"Mmmmmph!"
Erica then began to strike Lisa gently with the crop,  tapping on her
breasts and underarms at first.  Lisa squirmed in her bonds, and moaned  whenever
she was struck.
"Mmmmmph!"
The crop was next used between Lisa's opened thighs, with  even stronger
impacts leaving red marks behind on her white flesh.  Erica knew that being
used in this way  while gagged was intensely sexual, and she observed that
Lisa clenched the gag  tightly between her teeth.
"Enjoying this aren't you?" asked Erica.
Lisa nodded her head in silent agreement, even as Erica  began again to use
the crop again and again.  Erica then used her fingers to pull at  the
clamps holding Lisa's nipples prisoner, teasing them and making her captive
squirm in response.
"Mmmmmmph!" grunted Lisa.
"I'm not going to let you go, sweetie, not till I'm  done."
The outside of Lisa's thighs were the next target, and  Erica made sure
that her strokes were steady and evenly placed, and each left a  red mark
behind.  Erica watched as  droplets of sweat ran down Lisa's exposed flanks, her
skin warm to the touch  from the use that it was receiving.
Once she had delivered thirty strokes, Erica then placed  the crop under
her arm and proceeded to remove the gag from Lisa's mouth,  leaving her
panting in response.
"Thank you, Mistress," said Lisa.
"Kiss the crop," ordered Erica.
Lisa did as she was told, while Erica removed the clamps  from her nipples,
making her flinch as each one was freed of the metal  object.  Then Erica
ran her fingers  through Lisa's pubic hairs, pulling at a few, making her
moan.
"In all the time that you were my slave I never shaved  you, did I?" asked
Erica.
"No, Mistress."
"Perhaps that should be my parting gift, a shaved  pussy?"
"Yes, Mistress, please?"
"I'm not done yet, slave.  I want to flog you!"
Erica then released Lisa, who handed her the coin that  she had kept
tightly clenched in her hand.  Then Erica marched Lisa over to the ceiling chain,
and locked her wrists  to it.  Activating the motor, the  chain was then
pulled taut, and Lisa was as straight as a ruler.
"How lovely you look," observed Erica.
Erica gently ran her fingertips over Lisa's naked body,  her breasts, back
and underarms, making the girl even more sensitive to her  touch.  Lisa
seemed proud, even  radiant while being used by Erica.
When she sensed that Lisa was ready, Erica ceased her  gentle caress.  She
next removed the  flogger, made of soft leather from the cabinet.
"Kiss the flogger."
Lisa did as she was ordered, willingly and quickly.  She swallowed, the
lump going down her  throat.
"You will not have to count, Lisa.  But I will give you twenty strokes this
 night."
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Erica used the flogger with moderate strokes, the leather  strands slapping
against Lisa's exposed flesh.  She made sure to strike with enough  force
to mark but not break the skin.  Erica wanted Lisa to be hot with desire for
her later, something that the  flogger would generate.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
"Ahhh!" cried Lisa.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
"What a good slave you are."
"Thank you, Mistress."
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
"Twenty," announced Erica.
"Thank you, Mistress," cried Lisa, tears falling from her  eyes.
"Kiss the flogger," ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica then released Lisa, who fell into her arms.  She placed Lisa on a
bench to let her  recover her senses.  Before the next  part of the evening
would begin.
She replaced the flogger and all of the other instruments  back into the
cabinet, then closed the wooden doors.  Lisa was waiting for her, her eyes
wide  with expectation, on the bench.
"Are you ready, darling?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress!"
"Then follow me to my bedroom, where your use shall  continue!" promised
Erica.
Erica had ordered that Lisa not to clean herself after  her use.  Instead,
the Mistress had  spread-eagled her to the bed, locking her wrist and ankle
cuffs to the four  bedposts.
Then Erica had leisurely stripped in from of her captive,  first removing
her shoes, followed by the opera gloves, then the PVC  Catsuit.  She had not
worn a bra,  but merely a pair of black panties underneath, that she slipped
off her  hips.
She climbed onto the bed, and approached Lisa.  Then she slipped her head
between Lisa's  open legs, and began to lick at the fragrant sex available
for her  use.
"Mistress!" cried Lisa, "Ah!"
Erica had placed a small pillow under Lisa's bottom, so  that her sex would
be easier for her to use.  Under her attentions, Lisa began to  respond and
moan quickly.
Lisa threw her head back against the pillows in response  to Erica's use of
her sex.  What she  did not see was Erica placing a fur covered glove on
her hand, which Erica began  to slowly caress her body with.
"Oh!" moaned Lisa, "Oh!"
"Enjoying yourself?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress, yes!"
Erica continued to run the fur glove over Lisa's already  used and
sensitized naked body.  Lisa writhed and moaned, excited by the sensual treatment
that she was  receiving.  Instead of the usual  lash or crop.
"Oh!"
Erica interrupted her use of the glove to lick and suck  at Lisa's already
hard and erect nipples.  This only made Lisa moan further, and bounce
herself against the  bed.
"Ah!"
"What a slut you are," commented Erica.
"Yes, Mistress, I'm a slut.  Your slut!" proudly answered  Lisa.
Erica then lay on top of Lisa, and holding the helpless  women in her arms,
plunged her tongue into her slave's willing mouth.  They mingled their
tongues together, wet  mouths kissing each other again and again.
"I'm not done with you yet, Lisa," stated Erica, "there  is still more to
come."
>From the night table next to the bed, she withdrew a  ballgag and
blindfold, and displayed them for Lisa.  Her slave's response was to open her  mouth
wide, and Erica buckled the red rubber ball within.  Then Erica buckled the
black leather  blindfold over Lisa's eyes, cutting off her vision.
Erica removed herself from the bed, and she removed a  dildo harness from
the night table.  Silently, she strapped it around her waist, then locked the
crotch strap  between her legs.
In the mirror's reflection, Erica looked at herself and  smiled.  Whenever
she used the  harness, she loved the sight of it in the mirror.  Her lovely
female body, harnessed, with  an erect male shaft.
There would be no need to lubricate the shaft.  Lisa was already wet and
excited as  Erica climbed onto the bed.  Erica  held herself over Lisa, on her
elbows and knees.  Ever so gently, she lowered the shaft's  head to the
entrance of Lisa's moist lovebox.  She wanted just the tip to sit at the
entrance, to excite Lisa even further.
"Mmmmmph!" cried Lisa.
"Bet you can't guess what's next," said Erica.
Lisa strained against her bonds, and Erica only wished  that she could look
into her eyes.  But she wanted Lisa to be totally helpless as the dildo
took her between  her legs.
Suddenly, without warning, Erica plunged the shaft deeply  into Lisa's
cunt.  The time for  suspense and play was over, and the dildo slid in quickly
and easily, since Lisa  was wet and ready.
"Mmmmmmph!"
"Slut!" playfully accused Erica.
Erica then began to thrust with the shaft, and remove it  partially, only
to thrust once again.  Every time, Lisa would buck and moan within her gag,
and fight her  restraints.
Lisa threw her head backward against the pillow, then  from side to side as
Erica continued her sexual use of her slave.  The pillow under her behind
had made her  pussy even more accessible, and Erica now wished that she had
placed a small  butt plug up Lisa's bottom to plug her last orifice.
That would have been a final crowning touch to her use of  Lisa this night.
But she had not done it, unfortunately!
`A Mistress can't have everything,' Erica thought to  herself.
"Mmmmmph!"
`But she can have almost everything.'
Erica continued using the shaft, until she felt that Lisa  was finally
ready.  She knew all of  Lisa's responses down pat, and she knew when her slave
was ready to come at her  command.
"Come!" ordered Erica.
In a rush, Lisa let loose a flood of one orgasm after  another, her body
bucking against the bedsheets.  She moaned under the gag as wave after  wave
of orgasm erupted from between her legs to surge through her entire  body.
"Mmmmmmph!"
Erica continued until Lisa was totally exhausted and  spent, and her sweaty
body lay still upon the bed.  Then Erica stood up and removed the gag  and
blindfold, leaving Lisa gasping for breath.
"Thank you, Mistress," panted Lisa.
"You're welcome, Lisa.  Now you may clean the shaft," ordered  Erica as
she knelt back on the bed, and placed the dildo at the entrance to  Lisa's
mouth.
Without hesitation, Lisa took the black shaft into her  mouth, sucking on
it like it was a real cock, and cleaned it of all of her  secretions.  She
took it all the way  to the back of her throat, her cheeks puckered as she
sucked at the latex  cock.
"What a wanton little slut you are," commented  Erica.
Lisa didn't answer, since her moth was full of dildo at  the moment.  Her
eyes betrayed her  feeling of pure lust, as she sucked greedily on the dildo.
"Enough," said Erica as she removed herself from the  bed.
"Thank you, Mistress,"
Erica then unlocked the belt from around her waist, and  placed it on the
dresser, the sex toy an interesting contrast on the elegant  piece of
furniture.
"Now it's your turn," said Erica as she unlocked Lisa  from her bondage,
then lay upon her side of the bed, and opened her legs,  "please your
Mistress, slave."
Lisa did not have to be told twice, as her tongue dived  into Erica's sex,
quickly arousing the Domme.  Their naked bodies mingled together,  sweat
pouring from both, soft moans escaping from Erica's lips.
Erica knew how to control herself so that she would not  climax too
quickly.  She wanted Lisa  to have to work at bringing her to orgasm, not simply a
quick come.  But she had been excited herself, so it  did not take too long
for Erica to moan with an orgasm herself, and cry as the  intense pleasure
washed over her.

Later on, as they lay under the covers together, but  still naked, Lisa
looked steadily into the eyes of her Mistress.
"I'm sorry that I have to leave, Mistress.  Perhaps I could work something
out, stay  here........."
"No," firmly said Erica, "you have a duty and an  obligation, just as you
have had one by serving me.  If we were a normal male/female couple  then
you would be torn between families.  But instead, you are my Maid and slave.
I cannot work if you have to be in two  places at once, Lisa.  I need an
assistant to be at my side as I train and evaluate a slave."
"I understand, Mistress," answered Lisa.
"If you hadn't, I'd have to paddle that behind of yours  until you did,"
said Erica.
"May I suggest something?" asked Lisa.
"Go ahead."
"May I recommend my replacement?"
"Sure."
"I know a woman who wants to serve a Mistress.  She's a graduate of a
cooking school,  and knows how to keep house for a Mistress.  I talk to her in
the clubs, and she's  eager to serve a Domme in a twenty-four hour, seven day
a week  arrangement."
"I always gave you a day off," stated Erica.
"True, but she wants a Domme, Mistress.  Her name is Andrea Clark."
"Invite her on Saturday to Stephanie's promotion so that  I can met her.
Unless you might be  a little embarrassed for her to be watching as you get
spanked."
"No, Mistress.  That will be quite all right."
They both drifted off to a deep sleep after a night of  use and lovemaking
that had left them exhausted but happy.

Part Two: Stephanie's  Night
Since Stephanie had been Erica's slave and protégé, Erica  had decided to
hold the ceremony at her house.  She had invited about thirty people to  the
event, mostly attended by Dom(mes) and their slaves and  submissives.
Erica had dressed in a PVC Dominatrix dress that hugged  all of her curves,
but left her legs exposed.  It was much more comfortable to wear for  an
extended time than the Catsuit would be.
Stephanie had chosen a simple leather bra, skirt, hose,  and modest heels.
She had looked so  good that Erica had taken several pictures of her,
complimenting her on her  appearance.
Mistress Marcia and her slave husband Simon owned a  catering business, so
they had agreed to oversee the entire affair.  Not only had they provided
the food, but  also the wait staff, parking arrangements, change rooms (the
downstairs  bedrooms), and security to make certain that no guest ventured
upstairs or into  the library.
The party was limited to the first floor of the house,  mainly the Dining
Room, and the Dungeons downstairs.  Ropes had been stretched across entries
to off limits rooms, and guards (dressed in Domme outfits holding crops)
made  sure that the curious were kept out.
Not that Erica imagined that any of her friends would  harm or damage
anything, but she wanted the activities to be strictly  focused.
As Hostess, she had chosen to wear a simple black leather  dress, and had
asked Stephanie to dress simply as well.  Even though Erica was known as a
Domme  of considerable means, she did not believe in flaunting her position.
She would greet every new arrival, and then they would be  conducted to a
changing room where they could change from street clothes to  fetish wear,
and then into another room for cocktails before the formal buffet  Dinner
would begin.
Marcia had made every waitress (indeed all of the staff  that she had
provided was female) dress in a rubber Maid's outfit; some in black  others in
red.  All wore collars  around their neck, and some were quite beautiful
indeed.
In between the arrival of guests, Erica had wanted to go  into the kitchen
to get a drink, and Marcia had appeared at her side and handed  her a large
glass of Coke.
"Thank you," said Erica, taking a sip.
"Thought you could use a drink."
"Anything in here?" asked Erica.
"You're supposed to keep a clear head as Hostess, this  isn't a wedding,"
pointed out Marcia, "D/s and alcohol don't mix, which is why  I'm pushing
soft drinks."
"Thank you," answered Erica, happy there was a lull, "do  you usually
cater affair with a D/s theme?"
"Once, in Manhattan.  The client was doing one for Halloween,  he thought
it was a joke.  What he  didn't know was that all of my girls are into D/s in
one form or another,"  laughed Marcia.
"That Coke was good, thank you," said Erica as she handed  it to a passing
Maid.
"You're welcome," said Marcia.
"How is the party going?" asked Erica.
"Stephanie is the life of party, and since Lisa is your  Maid she's
overseeing things in the kitchen.  But Simon is the one really in charge  there.
Most of your guests have  arrived, so I'll open the buffet soon.  In short,
everything's OK."
"Thank you," said Erica.
"Someone new," noticed Marcia as the front door opened to  admit a new
guest.
The newest arrival was a woman about 30, alone, who  passed her coat to the
waiting Maid.  She was wearing a leather top and skirt, and carried a
matching  handbag.  Very attractive with black  hair, and Erica couldn't place
her at all.
"Andrea Clark," said the woman, introducing  herself.
"Mistress Erica Riken."
"Pleased to meet you, Mistress."
"Mutual.  Since this is business mixed with pleasure, we'll talk alone
after I  promote Stephanie to Mistress."
"Agreed."
"I looked at your resume, very impressive," commented  Erica.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Lisa tells me that you are eager to serve a Domme.  Is that true?"
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"We'll talk alone in the library later.  Meanwhile, go and enjoy
yourself.
Lisa is about, you'll find her with no  trouble."
"Thank you, Mistress."
As Andrea walked away, Erica undressed the woman with her  eyes.  Andrea
was simply stunning in  appearance, not a hair out of place, her nails
trimmed, and the leather fitting  her like a glove.
Erica returned back to her job as Hostess as the final  guests arrived.
She greeted them,  made small talk, and a Maid showed her the clipboard
indicating that all of her  guests had arrived.
At least Lauren Singer would not be crashing this  party!
The buffet Dinner went quite well, and Erica and  Stephanie actually got to
eat something in between small talk.  Marcia would appear at the strangest
moment with a small plate of something, fork, and drink, so that they got
some  Dinner as well.
But the main event was to occur in the Dungeon, and  Marcia made certain to
shepherd the guests downstairs, where further  non-alcoholic refreshments
were waiting, and the D/s events would  begin.
Marcia would introduce each little event, and her husband  Simon would make
sure that the participants were ready beforehand.  All of the guests were
seated on folding  chairs, except for Erica, who occupied a throne like chair
against the  wall.
"Next will be Master Brian and Kim," announced  Marcia.
The audience applauded, and the two participants walked  to the main
portion of the Dungeon.
Brian was tall, over six feet.  In his late thirties, Brian was very
attractive, and worked as a Bond trader down on Wall Street.  He wore a black
leather vest, black  T-shirt, and black leather jeans.  Kim, his submissive,
was in her late twenties, and naked except for a  collar and bracelets.  While
seated,  she had been wearing a black robe, which she had left on her
chair.
"Thank you," said Brian, "I shall now demonstrate the  crop with Kim."
Brian locked Kim's wrists onto the ceiling chain,  followed by her ankles
to a spreader bar.  He nodded to one of the Maids, and Kim was soon reaching
with her toes  for the floor.
He then kissed her on the lips, and held a riding crop  which he offered to
Kim, who kissed it without having been ordered.
"What is your safeword?" he asked.
"Lust," she answered.
"Prepare to be used."
"Yes, Master."
The crop had a broad leather pad on the end of the  crop.  Brian began with
a series of  small strokes that left red marks on the outside of Kim's
thighs.
"Oh!" she cried whenever the crop struck her.
After every five strokes, Brian would give Kim a firm  kiss on the lips.
She responded just as eagerly to his kiss as his  crop.
Then Brian began to strike on the inside of her thighs,  beginning above
her knees reaching to just below her sex.  Kim would moan after each stroke,
and  she pulled at the chain holding her wrists together.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!" she cried.
Brian was a skilled Dom; and every stroke would leave a  mark behind.  He
was gently using  her, in comparison to what a real scene would be like.
The crop then fell upon her breasts, making Kim moan and  writhe in
response.  She did not try  to avoid the crop, instead she willingly kept herself
facing her  master.
"Thank you," said Brian when he finished, since each  scene had to be
short in order for the evening's main event.
"You're welcome," answered Mistress Marcia.
There was applause as Brain released Kim, then kissed her  passionately on
her lips.  He helped  to a seat, then draped a short robe over her and got
her a drink.
Soon, everyone quieted down without Marcia's urging.  They all knew the
reason why they had  come to Erica's house, and it was now time.
"Attention," began Mistress Marcia, "be it known that  this evening is a
special night in the life of Mistress Erica and her slave,  Stephanie.  For
Mistress Erica has  an important announcement for us all."
"Thank you, Marcia," said Erica from the throne like  chair, "Lisa, you
may bring in Stephanie."
Lisa led Stephanie into the Dungeon.  She was wearing her leather dress,
and  was not restrained in any way.
"Kneel, and state your name and owner," ordered  Erica.
"Stephanie Richards, my owner is Mistress Erica  Riken."
"How long have you been my slave?"
"Three years, Mistress."
"In your time with me, what have you learned?"
"To properly treat a slave, obey safewords, to set limits  and respect
them, Mistress."
"As owner of Stephanie Richards, I let her use others,  and found that she
was a talented Domme.  I realized that her proper place was as a Domme
herself.  I have therefore decided both to free  Stephanie Richards, and promote
her to Domme as well."
The audience clapped briefly.
"Do you, Stephanie Richards accept and understand the  power and
responsibilities that you are accepting?"
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"That you will always place the safety of those in your  power above all
else?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"That you must always remember that absolute power  corrupts?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Based on my experience as a Dominatrix, I pronounce  Stephanie Richards
fit to be a Dominatrix as well.  Arise, Stephanie."
Erica handed Stephanie a black leather-riding crop, which  she took
respectfully into her hands.
"Thank you, Mistress Erica," replied  Stephanie.
"Congratulations, Mistress Stephanie," said Erica as she  kissed Stephanie
on the cheeks.
"Thank you, Erica, for everything.  Including my life," whispered
Stephanie  into Erica's ear.
"You're welcome, Stephanie."
"I swear that I'll be a good Mistress."
"I know that you will, Stephanie."
The audience applauded as Stephanie held the crop in her  hands, then
watched as she rose to her feet in confirmation of her new  position.
"Mistress Janet has graciously allowed the use of her  slave Lisa by
Mistress Stephanie," announced Marcia, resuming her role as  Mistress of
Ceremonies.
Everyone watched in silence as a chair was provided for  Stephanie to sit
upon.  Then Lisa  reappeared, wearing a black cloak.  She walked to the
front, and bowed before Mistress Stephanie.
"Lisa at your service, Mistress."
"Strip," ordered Stephanie.
Lisa removed her cloak, revealing that she was naked  underneath, wearing
only a collar and a pair of high heels.  She handed the cloak to a member of
the  audience, who held it on their lap.
"Kneel," ordered Stephanie.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do you submit willingly to my use?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"What is your safeword?"
"Pleasure, Mistress."
"Good, you may sit on my lap," ordered Stephanie as she  sat in the chair.
Lisa did as the new Domme told her, aching her back so  that her bottom was
easily accessible for use.
"Thank you, slave."
"You're welcome, Mistress."
Stephanie began to swat at Lisa's bottom with one stroke  after another,
making certain that her hand did not strike the same place  twice.  Each
stroke was carefully  measured, and Lisa moaned when her bottom was hit.  The
skin, which had remained pink, now  turned a dull red as one swat after another
was administered.
"Oh!" cried Lisa, after one particularly strong  stroke.
"Thank your Mistress," ordered Stephanie.
"Thank you, Mistress Stephanie," cried Lisa.
Stephanie began another series of strokes, somewhat  harsher than before.
Erica, seated  in her chair, counted ten in the first series, and knew that
Stephanie would  only deliver ten more.  She counted  each one, and they
were administered with stronger force from Stephanie's  outstretched hand.
"I am finished," announced Stephanie, which caused  scattered applause
from the audience.
"Thank you, Mistress," panted Lisa, still draped over  Stephanie's leather
clad lap.
"You may stand, slave!" ordered Stephanie.
Lisa rose to her feet, followed by Stephanie.  The audience applauded, and
many walked  over to shake the hands of both Stephanie and Lisa.  Erica rose
to her feet also, and joined  in the crowd to make small talk with her
guests.
"Mistress?" asked a female voice at Erica's back after  she had circulated
in the crowd.
"Yes," said Erica as she turned, then faced Andrea, "I'm  sorry I had
forgotten.  We can talk  upstairs, Marcia can run things here."
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica excused herself, then walked up the steps followed  by Andrea who was
two steps behind her.  In the Dining Room the staff was setting out coffee
and cake, and Marcia  would soon herd the guests upstairs.
"Would you like some coffee?" offered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica motioned over one of the wait staff, and ordered a  tray of coffee to
be delivered to the library.  Andrea then followed the Mistress to the
library door, and Erica opened it, and the two women went inside.  Erica sat
behind the desk, and Andrea  took a chair in front of her.
"That's better," said Erica.
They were interrupted by a knock on the door, and the  Maid entered and
placed a tray containing a pot of coffee, a pitcher of milk,  sugar, and two
cups and a few cookies on the table.  The Maid poured two cups of coffee, then
 handed them to Erica and Andrea before taking her leave.
"Thank you," said Erica to the Maid, "make sure that  we're not disturbed.
"
"Yes, Mistress," the woman replied, closing the door  behind her.
Erica sipped at the hot coffee, enjoying the aroma of the  French Roast that
 had always been her favorite.
"You come to me highly recommended by Lisa, and I have  gone over your
resume and sexual history that I asked you for.  Very impressive," observed
Erica.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Did you go to school in England?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And to cooking school as well?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Why?"
"I thought that I wanted to be a chef in a hotel,  Mistress.  Instead,
after I  graduated, I began to serve a Mistress.  I decided that I would rather
keep house for a Mistress who would satisfy  my sexual desires."
"Which are?" asked Erica.
"To be used physically and sexually," answered  Lisa.
"How have you been used?"
"I have been whipped, cropped, spanked, bound, and used  sexually by both
Masters and Dommes, Mistress," answered Erica.
"If I take you on, there will be a testing period to see  if you work out.
I am a very demanding and exacting Mistress."
"I understand, Mistress Erica.  That is why I want to serve you, in all
things."
"When can you start?" asked Erica.
"Monday, Mistress."
"Very well, then, Monday.  Thank you, Andrea.  I agree to salary, health
care, and  other requirements as specified in your resume."
"Thank you, Mistress Erica.  I will endeavor to please and serve you  to
the best of my abilities and skills," said Andrea.
"Let's rejoin the party, and you can work out the details  with Lisa.  Who
will be happy to  learn that she has provided for her replacement."
After Erica rose to her feet, Andrea knelt on the floor  in front of Erica'
s desk.  She bowed  her head, and placed her arms out in front of her,
offering them to her  Mistress.
"Thank you, Andrea, that is a touching display of  submission.  I accept,
and you shall  be used for the first time on Monday, after Lisa has explained
your duties in  the House."
"Thank you, Mistress," answered  Andrea.