Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2017 07:54:13 +0000 (UTC) From: sfmaster Subject: Challenge CH10 Part 2 WARNING! This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains Strong Sexual Content. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any way condone similar behavior. If you are under the age or 18 or reside in a state, nation, or planet that prohibits such behavior, stop reading immediately!!! The Challenge CH10 The Rescue Part Two By mailto:sfmaster@att.net Archiving permitted, reposting is permitted; but only if you include this statement of limitation of use and notify the author by e-mail. The author forbids you to make, distribute, or sell multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format. However, individual readers may make single copies of the story for their own, non-commercial use. Copyright (c) 1998 by mailto:sfmaster@att.net Revised January 2002 Attn: Readers please feel free to send e-mail to the author. I do want to hear from you! Challenge CH10 PT2 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 Erica 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 Erica 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 Erica, "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," Erica 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 Erica, "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. On Monday morning, 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 Erica'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 thank 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. The End of "The Challenge" Chapter 10 Part Two