Date: Sun, 12 Sep 2010 21:35:47 EDT
From: sfmaster@worldnet.att.net
Subject: THE CHALLENGE chapters 7-9

Chapter 7: Invasive  Procedures -- Part One - July 17, 1998

When the limousine arrived to bring Cheryl to Janet's  Estate, it was
Mistress Janet herself who opened the front door.  Cheryl had been picked up as
normal, and  driven to the Estate like any other week.
"Please come in, Cheryl," welcomed Janet.
"Mistress?" asked Cheryl, puzzled that Tina had not been  the one to greet
her.
"Enter."
Cheryl did as she was told, and Janet closed the door  behind her.  Janet
looked over her  slave very carefully.  It had been  just one week since she
had disobeyed Janet, and Cheryl had been severely  punished.
The weather was in the 80s, and it had not rained.  Cheryl did not have a
coat of any kind  this week.
"Please come into the library," ordered Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
Cheryl followed behind Janet, and Janet seated herself  behind the library
desk.  She  remained standing, not sure if she should sit in the chair, or
ordered to  kneel.
"You may use a chair, Cheryl, you're not naked yet,"  ordered Janet.
"Thank you, Mistress," said Cheryl as she seated  herself.
Janet looked Cheryl over very carefully.  Her slave was wearing an Ann
Taylor  dress, matching hose, and Nine West Shoes.  She had gone to the beauty
parlor, and not a hair was out of place.  She exuded a trace of Poison, yes
that  was the perfume that she was wearing.  Cheryl looked every bit like a
model, and played that image of her to the  hilt.
In contrast, Janet was wearing just a plain denim dress  and a pair of
flats on her feet.  Those fetish shoes had begun to hurt lately, and Janet knew
that she had  to watch carefully just how often she would wear them.
"How do you feel about your training so far?" began  Janet.
"I like it, Mistress."
"Have you found what you came here for?"
"Yes, Mistress," Cheryl answered.
"Being naked, bound, and whipped excites you?" Janet  demanded.
"Yes, Mistress Janet."
"No complaints about how I used you last  weekend?"
"No, Mistress, I was wrong to defy you."
Janet paused, because she knew that her next words would  have a shocking
effect on her charge.
"When you first came to me, I described to you how you  would be used.  Do
you remember what  I said?" Janet asked.
"That I would be beaten with a whip, crop, or even your  hands, Mistress."
"Anything else?"
"No, Mistress," proudly answered Cheryl.
"Then you have forgotten the part about how I will use  your whole body."
"Mistress?"
"Before you forced yourself upon me, what were your  sexual experiences?"
"Just normal male female sex, Mistress," stated Cheryl, a  blush on her
cheeks.
"Judging by your reactions when Tina and I took you to  bed, I'll accept
that as fact.  Or  else you are a very good actress.  Did you ever give a man
a blowjob, or take his cock up your ass?" calmly  asked Janet.
"No, Mistress," quickly answered Cheryl, her calm  demeanor shaken by the
bluntness of Janet's intimate questions.
"The first day that you were here, I told you that I was  going to train
your entire body.  That meant not only placing you under the lash, but using
all of your  orifices as well.  I said that I  would make you wear a dildo in
your cunt, and train you to accept a butt  plug.  Do you remember?"
"Yes.........yes, Mistress," realization dawning in Cheryl's  face at the
meaning in Janet's words.
"Good.  I was  planning to begin that last Saturday, but Mistress Lori
intervened."
Cheryl remained silent and shaken, her face red and  flushed.
"I now give you the option again Cheryl to back out, as  your training will
now become very hard indeed.  Do you want to leave?" Janet  asked.
"No, Mistress."
"Good.  Since  Tina is off this weekend, I want you to go the downstairs
bedroom where you will  find your collar, bracelets, and heels.  You will
voluntarily outfit yourself in the instruments of slavery.  Then you may return
here," directed  Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," hesitantly answered Cheryl.
"One last thing before you go."
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Don't wear Poison again, the connotation is rather  obvious.  You are
ordered to wear  something feminine like White Linen, else you will be severely
punished.  Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Go!" firmly commanded Janet, "and when you return you  had better be
properly outfitted."
"Yes, Mistress," quickly answered Cheryl as she rose to  leave.
When she returned to the library fifteen minutes later,  Cheryl was naked,
wearing only her collar, bracelets, and high heels.  Janet smiled when she
saw Cheryl, since  the woman was a natural blonde.
"Do not kneel," ordered Janet.
Cheryl stood silently on her feet, awaiting Janet's next  command.  Janet
rose from the desk,  and walked towards Cheryl.  She  played with Cheryl's
nipples, squeezing them between her fingers.
"Do you enjoy it when I take you to bed and fuck you with  the strap on
dildo?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good.  Since  you have already been introduced to the phallus in my
bedroom, you will not need  as much training with it.  But  still, tonight, you
shall wear one."
Janet walked back towards her desk, and opened the lower  right hand
drawer.  She removed a  broad leather belt, and a smaller one that already had a
flesh colored and  shaped phallus attached.
Cheryl gasped when she saw the device; her eyes wide open  in shock.
"Stand still, Cheryl," Janet ordered.
Janet drew the wide belt around Cheryl's waist, and  tightened it until it
was snug.  Then she attached the smaller belt to the front of Cheryl's
waist, and  pushed the phallus upward between Cheryl's legs.
"Oooooh!" gasped Cheryl as the phallus filled her  sex.
At Cheryl's back, Janet tightened the second belt, then  finally secured it
with four tiny locks around Cheryl's waist.  She pulled at the belt to make
sure that  it was truly snug, and that Cheryl couldn't remove it.
"Walk," Janet dictated.
Cheryl took a few halting steps on her heels before she  moaned, and she
climaxed to orgasm quickly.  She stood, panting in her erotic  agony.
"I see that my training has taught you to be in a state  of sexual
excitement at all times," stated Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good.  I now  want you to wash the dishes in the sink in the kitchen, then
clean the Dungeon  downstairs.  Since Tina has already  trained you in that
task, you know what to do.  I used another slave there last night,  and
Tina wasn't available, so that task falls to you also.  Go!"
"Mistress, not with this thing inside me!" protested  Cheryl.
"Are you backing out?" demanded Janet harshly, "refusing  my orders?"
"No, Mistress."
"You have forced yourself upon me, and demanded to be  trained like any
other slave.  I  shall do nothing unusual with you, or different.  But you
either accept my training, and  all it's consequences, or leave," lectured
Janet.
"Yes, Mistress, I will accept my training."
"Good, your chores await you.  Just remember, you have one other  opening I
shall use tomorrow," coldly answered Janet.
Janet looked at Cheryl's face as the woman left the  library, a look of
shock and horror on her face at Janet's last statement.  If the full impact of
her slavery had  not been made clear last week, then the dildo locked inside
her made it clear  once again to Cheryl.
"Mistress?"
"Yes, Cheryl."
"The dishes are washed and the Dungeon has been cleaned,  Mistress Janet."
Janet looked up from her desk, and glanced at her  watch.  She had been so
engrossed in  her work that she had not seen that an hour and a half had
passed.  Cheryl had arrived at nine, and after  she had been readied, had
worked till eleven.
The woman who had been the model of composure before was  now quite
different.  Beads of sweat  were visible on her flesh, and her makeup was smeared.
Her hair was still held in place by the  spray, but a few stands had worked
themselves loose.
"Excellent, I shall inspect both," said Janet rising from  the desk.
With Cheryl dutifully following along behind her, Janet  first checked the
kitchen.  The  dishes (Janet had made certain not to wash any for two days)
had all been  washed, dried, and stored in the cabinets.  Then she walked to
the Dungeon elevator, and they both rode  downstairs.
Cheryl had cleaned everything, including the leather  bench, X frame,
dusted the stocks, and oiled the whips.  Janet glanced in Cheryl's direction, and
 she saw the look of desperation in her eyes.
Janet knew that Cheryl was desperately hoping that the  job that she had
done was good enough to escape a punishment of some sort, and  that she would
be free of the thing inside her.  Every few steps must have been a new  form
of agony for her, driving her to orgasm, then repeating the  ordeal.
"Very good Cheryl," Janet complimented her  slave.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Do you wish to be released from the phallus?"
"Yes, Mistress, please!" begged Cheryl.
"What if I were to tell you that you had to wear it all  day.  How would
you react?" asked  Janet.
"I would wear it, Mistress."
"Good.  Come  upstairs," Janet ordered.
Janet led, and Cheryl followed behind her.  Much to Cheryl's surprise,
Janet shut  the Dungeon lights behind her.  They  rode the elevator upstairs,
then Janet closed the door and the hidden wall  paneling that concealed it.
Janet  retrieved the key from the library, and closed all of the downstairs
lights as  well.
"Ascend the staircase, Cheryl, I'll be right behind you,"  Janet ordered.
It must have been sheer agony for Cheryl as she walked up  every step, with
the dildo frictioning itself against her sex with every step  that she
took.  Cheryl waited for  Janet at the top of the stairs, then followed behind
her Mistress to the  bedroom.
Janet glanced at the clock, and saw that it was already  midnight.  She
looked at Cheryl, and  decided that it was time to release her slave for
tonight.
"Stand still," Janet ordered.
"Yes, Mistress, ohhh!" moaned Cheryl as Janet unlocked  the cross belt and
removed the dildo from her dripping sex.
"Feel better?" Janet asked as she removed the waist belt  from around
Cheryl's hips.
"Thank you, Mistress," sighed Cheryl in  relief.
Janet then took another key, and unlocked Cheryl's heels,  collar, and
bracelets, leaving her without any of the instruments of her  slavery.
"You may now clean the phallus," ordered Janet as she  handed the belts to
Cheryl, "belts, and yourself, because you stink of sweat, in  the other
bathroom."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Then report back here," ordered Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet had finished her shower and had dried her hair  first before Cheryl
had rejoined her.  She enjoyed being nude, since none of her fetish attire
breathed like  normal fabrics.  Janet had started  to leaf through a magazine,
waiting for Cheryl to rejoin her.
"Mistress?" said Cheryl as she knocked on the  door.
"Enter."
Cheryl presented Janet the phallus harness by kneeling on  the floor and
holding it in front of her in both her hands.  The dildo was clean of her
juices, the  leather cleaned and polished.
"Stand!"
Janet ran her fingertips over Cheryl's skin, and found  that she had indeed
showered.  Cheryl's sex was clean of her juices as well.
"Replace your collar and bracelets," Janet  ordered.
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet watched as Cheryl obeyed her orders, locking the  leather and steel
on herself.  Cheryl seemed to hesitate, somehow.
"Are you ready to serve your Mistress?"
"Yes, Mistress Janet."
"Hands behind your back then," Janet ordered.
The look on Cheryl's eyes was one of sheer amazement as  Janet first locked
her hands behind her back, then seated her on the floor.  Janet then locked
a chain from the  bedpost to Cheryl's collar, and placed a small pillow on
the floor.
"You may lay down, and stretch out on the floor for the  night, chained at
the bed of your Mistress this evening.  If you make a sound, you shall wear
a  ballgag all night.  Do you  understand?"
Janet shut the lights, and got under the single sheet  nude.  She didn't
have to be a  mindreader to know that either Cheryl desired to join her in
bed, or resented  her treatment.  But that was just a  part of the slavery that
she had chosen.  Janet soon drifted off to sleep, remembering when Erica
had chained her  in the exact same place.

Part 2 - Saturday July 18,  1998
The next day opened with a crash of thunder.  An early morning thunderstorm
passed  through Connecticut, awakening both Janet and  Cheryl.
Janet opened her eyes just in time to see a lightning  bolt touch down
nearby and the sound of thunder shook the house a few seconds  later.  A
powerful gust of wind blew  in the open window, making the curtains billow in
response.  Before Janet even got out of bed, a  powerful wall of water descended
some entering through the window  screen.
"Damn!" Janet exclaimed.
Jumping out of bed nude, she closed the windows in her  bedroom, then raced
through the entire house closing on window after  another.  It was only
after shutting  the library windows downstairs did Janet realize that she had
left Cheryl  chained in her bedroom.
She then raced back upstairs, to find Cheryl sitting up  on her bottom.
"Good morning, Cheryl."
"Good morning, Mistress," greeted Cheryl in response as  Janet unlocked
her collar and wrists.
"You may attend to your toilet, then cook breakfast in  the kitchen.  Tina
has provided a  list for you on the refrigerator of meals that you are
expected to prepare this  weekend.  I shall be waiting in the  Dining Room."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl as she took her  exit.
As part of her training, Cheryl had been taught how to  bathe and prepare
herself.  Tina had  shown her how to shave her legs and underarms so that no
hair remained, and that  her skin would be smooth at all times.  In
addition, to rouge her aureole and perfume herself as well.
Janet went to the bathroom, and realized that she had  overlooked something
else with Cheryl.  She had forgotten to order Cheryl to leave the bathroom
door open when  she performed her toilet.  That  would be another small, but
important part of her personal dignity that Janet  would take away from
her.
The thunderstorm that had begun the day would continue  all day, so Janet
and Cheryl would remain in the house.  Janet wore a white cotton top, no bra,
 and jeans and white sneakers.  Since  Cheryl was still busy in the
kitchen, Janet put on her raincoat and grabbed an  umbrella, then walked down the
driveway to retrieve the paper.
The mailbox was in a hole in the concrete wall, and she  paid the papergirl
extra to place the Times inside instead of just throwing it  on the
exterior lawn.  Janet opened  the box, and found that the Times and local
Connecticut papers were already here.  Good!
Janet walked back to the house, just before another storm  hit.  She folded
the umbrella in the  foyer, then hung her raincoat in the laundry room to
dry.
"Breakfast is ready, Mistress," announced  Cheryl.
"Thank you," said Janet as she assumed her place at the  head of the
Dining Room table.
As she was being served her cheese omelet, Janet realized  that it wasn't
going to take Stephanie long to figure out that something was  going on.  It
was quite common for  them to share breakfast or lunch together, to compare
notes on how training on  new slaves was progressing.
Sooner or later, Stephanie was going to become  suspicious.  When that
finally  happened, trouble was sure to begin.  Except that trouble had already
started, in the person of Cheryl  Branford.
"You may clean the table," ordered Janet when she had  finished, "but I
only want you to eat a light breakfast this  morning."
"Mistress?"
"Some juice, coffee, and a couple slices of toast.  I don't want you to
have a lot of food  in your stomach," ordered Janet.
"Mistress?" repeated Cheryl, a look of astonishment on  her face.
"That was an order Cheryl, do not disobey.  When you are finished, you may
join me  in the library," ordered Janet, "where your training shall
continue."
Janet rose from her chair, and she hoped that Cheryl  remembered what had
been said to her the previous night.  Cheryl watched her Mistress leave the
Dining Room in silence.
After working for an hour in the library, Janet was  interrupted by a knock
on the library door.  She had been so engrossed in her work,  that she had
forgotten the passage of time.
"Enter."
Cheryl opened the door, then closed it behind her, and  walked in front of
Janet's desk, where she dropped to her knees, then placed her  hands on her
kneecaps.
"Breakfast is finished, Mistress Janet."
"Good, we may now proceed," said Janet as she closed the  manila file
folders and reports that she was working on, saved her work on the  PC, and
could now concentrate on Cheryl.
Cheryl remained on the floor, silent, awaiting Janet's  next orders.
"Yesterday, you told me that you had never given a man a  blowjob, or
sucked a cock.  Is that  correct?"
"Yes, Mistress," quickly answered Cheryl, embarrassed at  Janet's direct
question.
"I train both male and female slaves for Masters and  Mistresses, but I
prefer to train women since they are more interesting.  Since you have come to
me to be trained,  I have decided that you shall be trained to serve both a
Master and a  Mistress.  Since you have already  learned how to service a
woman, it's time you learned how to service a  man."
"Mistress?"
>From the desk drawer, Janet removed a lifelike latex cock  with attached
balls.  It was a  moderate sized one, not one of those silly monstrosities in
display in the sex  shops.  It was the size of one that  average man would
have, perfect for training.
"You're now going to learn how to suck cock, Cheryl.  An important skill
that may one day  delight a Master, or a husband.  If  you resist learning,
then you have another opening that I can use."
Janet had terrified Cheryl the previous night into  believing that it would
be her bottom that was going to be used.  Instead, she had surprised Cheryl
by  insisting on training her in cocksucking.  Janet did not have spell out
to Cheryl what else she could do this  morning.
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet rose from the desk, walked the few steps to Cheryl,  and handed the
cock to her.  Cheryl  took the object in her hands, holding it like a live
object.
"Since you're a mature woman, I presume that you've  probably seen at
least one sex film in your life showing a woman sucking  cock.  It's not
something from outer  space, Cheryl.  You may begin,"  Janet ordered.
Cheryl's cheeks blushed red as she drew the cock towards  her mouth, then
opened her lips and began to suck on the rubber cock.  She opened her mouth,
and took the head  of the cock inside, past her lips and teeth.
Janet watched with wry amusement as Cheryl sucked gently  on the cock,
taking it deeper inside her mouth.  She knew that Cheryl was acutely
embarrassed by having to perform this in front of another woman.
The only sounds in the library were those of Cheryl  sucking on the cock,
and the distant peals of thunder outside.  Janet had wanted to play Wagner on
the  stereo, but didn't want to embarrass Cheryl any further.
After what seemed like a good session (Cheryl had taken  only half the
length of the cock into her mouth, but she hadn't gagged) Janet  motioned for
her to stop.
"Very good, Cheryl," Janet complimented, "you may  stop.  If you had been
doing a man,  I'm sure that he would have came in your mouth by now."
"Thank you, Mistress," breathed Cheryl in  relief.
"But of course you will be expected to take the cock  fully down your
throat after you've been fully trained.  You may take the cock with you, and
practice in between your chores today."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl in  embarrassment.
"Stand up, please."
Cheryl did as she was instructed, and Janet removed the  same harness from
the desk that Cheryl had worn the previous night.
"Please, no, Mistress!" gasped Cheryl, "not  again."
"Silence!" Janet ordered, "it is not for you to decide  what I use upon
you."
Janet then removed the rubber phallus from the cross  strap, and motioned
for Cheryl to stand.  She then locked the belt around Cheryl's waist, then
the crotch strap and  the four little locks that held it.
"I can't have you being driven mad by the cock, since you  might succomeb
to the temptation to place it within your sex.  So without the phallus, it
can serve as  a Chastity belt instead."
"Yes, Mistress."
"In the event that you have to go the toilet, find me and  I shall release
you, then lock you back into the harness afterwards."
"Yes, Mistress."
"One last order, Cheryl.  Don't stimulate yourself by playing with  your
nipples.  I have a very nice  latex bra that has inward facing warts for your
aureole that will drive you  crazy.  Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Janet."
"Good, Tina has left you a list of chores to do, you may  proceed."
"Thank you, Mistress," said Cheryl when she  departed.
Janet decided that she would inform Cheryl about the  leaving the bathroom
door open the first time that she had to perform her  toilet.  Cheryl had
closed the  library door, and Janet was left alone.
It was ten thirty, and lunch was not until one.  Somehow, Janet didn't want
to work  anymore, but loaf.  She resumed her  seat, then pondered what to
do next.  She had considered calling Stephanie to ask her to look at Erica's
Medical Records, then stopped herself.  Suppose there was something there
that Erica had not wanted her friend to  know?
One of her other slaves, Gwendolwn, was a nurse at a  local hospital.  She
would ask her  to look over Erica's records one day, to decipher the doctor'
s mad  scrawl.
Janet had read the first three volumes of Alana's Diary,  from 1980 to
1983.  Every page had  held her spellbound, as if Erica was here beside her.
She only read the diary late at night, alone, when Tina  was asleep or
busy.  She had never  told her companion what had been in the safe, and had
stayed silent.
Alana Peters had been born to wealth and power, yet had  turned her back on
it after a car accident had nearly claimed her life.  She had changed her
face and name, and  lived as a working class person in order to pursue her
desire to serve a  Master.  Only to find that her true  destiny was as a
Dominatrix.
Just when Janet herself had become accustomed to the idea  that she loved
being Erica's slave, and wanted to serve her in the Dungeon and  her bed,
Erica had unleashed the competition upon her and Tiffany.
`Damn you Erica,' Janet thought to herself, `I wanted to  be your slave in
all things.  I had  never experienced true love or wanting until I wore
your collar, chains, and  marks.  Instead of training me as a  slave, you
trained me to replace you.'
A lightning bolt that struck outside made the lights dim  in response
interrupted Janet's thoughts.
`Bravo, Erica,' Janet thought, `you always had a flair  for the dramatic.'

It was of course just a figment of her imagination to  believe that her
Mistress had arranged the lightning bolt at that moment.  But it was still a
nice idea!
Janet had been writing her household checks when Cheryl  knocked again on
the library door.
"Enter."
"Mistress, may I go to the bathroom?" asked  Cheryl.
"Yes, Cheryl, of course," replied Janet as she rose from  her chair.
"Thank you, Mistress."
Having control over a simple bodily function like going  to the bathroom
was just one more way that Janet exercised her mastery over  Cheryl.  One more
decision that  Cheryl had been able to make on her own had been taken away
from her.
Janet took Cheryl to the bedroom downstairs, and when  they stood there
together, she unlocked the four small locks and removed the  crotch strap.
Janet placed the  strap on the dresser, and sat on the bed.
"Go," directed Janet, "but leave the door  open."
"Mistress?" a look of shock was on Cheryl's  face.
"If you can't use the toilet, then I'll give you a bedpan  instead and you
can do it on the floor.  This is another part of your modesty that I take
away Cheryl."
"Mistress?"
"Go!"
Meekly, Cheryl sat on the toilet.  Her bodily needs must have been great,
since it wasn't too long before she peed and moved her bowels.  Red faced,
she found Janet watching her  the whole time from the doorway.
When she had finished her toilet, Cheryl cleaned her  bottom with toilet
paper and a gob of Vaseline, since Janet had insisted that  she keep her anus
clean.  The she  cleaned her bottom and sex with a scented towelette, a box
of which was in every  bathroom in the house.
"Very good, Cheryl," complimented Janet, "at least I  won't have to order
you to use a bedpan."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Have you sucked on the cock?" Janet asked.
"Yes, Mistress."
"You can demonstrate after lunch, Cheryl."
"Thank you, Mistress Janet."
Janet locked the Chastity belt back onto Cheryl's belt,  turned on her
heels and left Cheryl alone.  Glancing at her watch, she found that lunch was an
hour away.
Lunch, she already knew, was just salad, roast beef  sandwiches, and cake.
Dinner would be a baked flounder, which would require  some preparation.
Cheryl had  demonstrated in the last month that she knew how to cook.  Janet
resolved to ask her if Cheryl had  gone to cooking school.  If Cheryl  didn'
t answer, then she had other ways to extract an answer from her slave.
Lunch itself was totally uneventful, and Janet ate  quickly.  She drank two
cans of soda  during the meal, and then ate her cake quickly.  Cheryl
cleared the dishes away, and  Janet adjourned to the library to wait for her.
Janet waited behind the desk, reading a magazine that  Stephanie had sent
her.  It was a  Ponygirl magazine, and Janet wondered if it was worth the
expense to purchase an  outfit that like for her slaves.  Once, on vacation
upstate, she had gone to a farm run by a husband and  wife team.  Janet had
allowed  herself to be outfitted and used as a Ponygirl for three days, and had
found the  experience interesting, to say the least!
"Mistress," greeted Cheryl when she entered the  library.
"Enter," said Janet.
"I am ready to show you my progress," stated  Cheryl.
"Go ahead."
Janet watched dispassionately as Cheryl sucked on the  rubber phallus,
taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth.  Judging from the length, Janet knew
that  the cock was far into her throat, the head scraping the back of her
throat.
"Excellent, Cheryl," Janet complimented.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"You have done very well on your own, in a rather short  time.  I have a
little test for  you."
Janet rose from her chair, and knew that Cheryl would  still be here
kneeling when she returned.  She unlocked a drawer in the kitchen, and removed
another phallus.  Except that this one had a small bulb  inside each rubber
testicle that Janet filled with warm water.
"Try this one," ordered Janet when she  returned.
Cheryl again took the second phallus into her mouth, her  cheeks puckering
as she sucked on the rubber cock.  Janet held onto the phallus with her
right hand, and didn't even have to push it into Cheryl's mouth.
When Janet was satisfied that the head was scraping the  back of Cheryl's
mouth, she pressed lightly on one of the rubber testicles,  shooting a jet of
warm water into Cheryl's throat.  Janet expected that Cheryl would choke
or gag, but instead she watched as Cheryl's throat muscles worked and she
swallowed the warm water.
Janet pressed again, then emptied the first testicle, and  Cheryl repeated
her performance once more.  Cheryl knelt, with the cock still in her mouth.
Finally, Janet pressed the other testicle, emptying the  second in one
shot.  Cheryl  swallowed, and didn't gasp for air.  Janet released her hold on
the phallus.
"You may remove the phallus, Cheryl."
"Yes, Mistress," Cheryl answered when her mouth was free  of the rubber
cock.
"Very good, Cheryl."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Perhaps I'll call a Master friend of mine and you can  demonstrate your
skill on him," suggested Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
It was early afternoon, and Janet was suddenly at a  loss.  She had
expected that Cheryl  would fail at cocksucking.  Instead,  she had succeeded in
less than a day.  Now what?
"You may prepare dinner," Janet ordered.
It wasn't after Cheryl had departed that Janet realized  that she had left
the chastity belt locked on Cheryl's waist.  Janet decided that she would
unlock the  belt, when her cell phone buzzed in her purse.
"Janet?"
"Yes, Lori, how are you?" asked Janet.
"I'm fine, but that's not why I'm calling."
"Go ahead."
"Remember last week that I told you that I'd seen Cheryl  before?"
"Sure."
"Now I remember where.  I was in Los Angeles last year, on vacation.  My
girlfriend and I went into a few sex  shops in LA for a few laughs.  Cheryl
was in one, buying every book that they had on D/s."
"Do you remember what she was saying to the  clerks?"
"No, I was too far away."
"She was researching D/s?" asked Janet.
"Either that, or starting a library."
"Thanks Lori, I owe you one."
"Who's counting, and I still want to use  Cheryl."
"You'll have her."
"Bye," said Lori as the connection was cut.
Janet sat in her chair, terrified.  Lori had been right last week in saying
 that Cheryl was dangerous.
>From the first moment that Cheryl had appeared in Janet's  life, Janet
thought that every action that she had taken was premeditated.  Now Janet had
the confirmation that she  needed.  Trouble was, it still  didn't answer the
question of why Cheryl was here!
Janet wished that she could grab her riding crop, march  into the kitchen,
and beat Cheryl until she was left sobbing on the floor and  confessing her
reasons for being here.
"I'm not Lauren!" Janet said aloud to herself.
Janet began to wonder if Cheryl's appearance and demands  weren't some
evil plot that Lauren had devised to trouble her.  Every now and then, she and
Lauren  crossed paths, and Janet had ignored her.
The image of Cheryl preparing dinner, wearing the apron  and chastity belt
came into her mind.  Cheryl had bought books and researched D/s; maybe even
had gone under the  lash of another Mistress.  She knew  more than she was
letting on.
Janet had toyed with the idea of using Cheryl in the  library for a little
session, and now rejected it.  Any use of her now might lead to Janet
beating Cheryl harshly.
`Erica gave me her house, estate, and title of Mistress  because I
understood the responsibilities of being a Dominatrix,' thought Janet,  `and I won'
t start acting wrong now.'
A roast chicken was on the menu for dinner.  Cheryl would be having a butt
plug for  dessert.
Dinner had proven to be uneventful.  Cheryl had roasted a chicken as per
Tina's instruction, except that she had used the Indian spices that Tina had
recently purchased, and made a rice curry to accompany the meal.  The
chicken was spicy, but not hot or  burning, and quite good.
Cheryl had made a determined effort to please her  Mistress, Janet noted.
She had  served naked, though she still wore the chastity belt around her
hips.
Was it just Janet's imagination, or did she perceive that  the belt made
Cheryl look and act sexier?  Cheryl carried herself proudly, holding her body
straight, her shoulders  straight and her breasts flaring in response.
Cheryl had served the dinner, then stood in silence to  pour wine as Janet
ate.  In this  position, Janet hated eating alone.  She missed conversation,
and discourse with another person.
It was only after the meal that Cheryl asked to be  released from the belt,
before she sat down to eat by herself.
"Did you like wearing the belt?" Janet asked.
"Yes, Mistress Janet."
"How did it make you feel?"
"The leather against my hips gave me an additional  reminder of my slavery,
Mistress."
"Perhaps I should make you wear it again," Janet  suggested.
"As my Mistress desires," offered Cheryl.
"After you have cleaned up and eaten, you may come to see  me in the
library," ordered Janet, "where your training shall  proceed."
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet watched the rain pound the library windows.  Normally a rainstorm
this time of year  meant a fast moving thunderstorm.  Instead, this storm was
composed of one layer after another, soaking  Connecticut  repeatedly.
Tired, Janet yawned and decided that she would take a  short nap.  She
programmed the clock  radio, and settled down into the leather couch for a short
30-minute  catnap.  She lay down, kicked off  her shoes, and settled down
for a nice little sleep, her eyes quickly closing as  sleep overcame her.
When Janet awoke, she was startled to find Cheryl  kneeling on the carpet,
her arms behind her body, in one of the submissive  postures that she had
been taught.
"Cheryl, what are you doing here?" Janet  asked.
"You had fallen asleep, Mistress and I was waiting for  you to awaken."
Janet looked at the clock, and found that over an hour  had passed.  Had
she misprogrammed  the clock, or had Cheryl shut the alarm off?
"Thank you, Cheryl, I guess that I was more tired than I  thought," said
Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
"I want to freshen up, and then we shall  proceed."
Janet walked to the bathroom, and slashed warm water on  her face to wake
herself up.  She  soaped her hands, and washed her face as well.  She then
drank two glasses of water, and  pondered her next move.  Glancing at  her
watch, it was after 9 PM.  Plenty of time to introduce Cheryl to her next
ordeal.
Janet had expected that Cheryl would have trouble with  the cock.  She
hoped that she would  have gagged, needing weeks of training.  Instead, she had
proved to be a natural, or else had been trained  before.
`You're getting paranoid,' Janet said to herself, `even  paranoids have
enemies, though.'
Janet re-entered the library, and sat behind her  desk.  Cheryl was
kneeling on the  carpet, her head bowed in submission to her Mistress.
"Cheryl?"
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Have you ever had a man fuck you up your bottom?  Have a proctology exam
at the  doctor's?"
"No, Mistress, to both questions."
"I want you to lay on the leather footstool," Janet  ordered, "I'm going
to probe your bottom."
"Yes, Mistress," meekly answered Cheryl as she rose to  her feet, then
draped herself over the leather footstool.
Janet recalled how Erica had chained her to the sawhorse  when she had her
bottom examined.  She had been scared to death, yet Erica had been
surprising gentle with  her.
"If you wish, I can rope you to the stool," Janet  offered.
"No thank you, Mistress," replied Cheryl.
Janet removed a pair of rubber gloves, a jar of  lubricant, and two butt
plugs from the desk.  She then donned the gloves carefully,  making sure that
her nails didn't break the rubber.
"Hold still Cheryl," calmly said Janet.
Janet was amazed that Cheryl did not ever stir as Janet  opened her ass
cheeks, then inserted a lubricant-coated gloved finger up into  her anal
opening.  When Erica had  done this, Janet had been almost ready to scream in
fright, except that Erica  had placed a ballgag in her mouth.  She looked at the
condition of Cheryl's anus, in the way that Stephanie  had taught her.
Stephanie had shown  Janet the medical books that she still had, had trained
her to look for anything  amiss.
"You're fine," said Janet as she completed her  examination.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"You may stand."
Janet pointed to the objects on the desk and picked up  the smaller one in
her hand.
"This is a butt plug, a small one.  I want you to place some lubricant on
it, then insert it up your bottom, until it fits snugly," Janet  ordered.
"Yes, Mistress," said Cheryl in response.
Janet had expected that Cheryl would protest or reject  the idea.  Instead
she opened the  jar of lube, then spread some on the plug.  She then took
some in hands, and bent down a bit, then inserted that into  her ass.
Finally, she pushed the  plug inside herself grimacing until her anal muscles
closed over the narrow  portion.
"Ahhhh!" cried Cheryl as it popped into place.
"Are you all right?" Janet asked.
"Fine, Mistress," said Cheryl as she straightened up,  wiping her hands on
a tissue.
"You will wear the plug for two hours, after which I  shall use you in the
Dungeon.  Until  that time, you may read, or watch TV in the bedroom, but
not remove the plug,"  ordered Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," said Cheryl as she bowed, and walked out  of the library.
Janet could just see the base of the plug in her bottom  as Cheryl
departed.  She knew that  Cheryl wouldn't remove it, or even touch it.  Because she
was so damned eager to  serve.
Seated behind the desk, Janet wanted to throw a book at  the double doors.
What novice slave  could take a cock in her mouth and a plug up her ass in
the same day?  Either Cheryl was a very determined  submissive, or else she
had been trained by another Mistress.
After two hours, Janet had ordered Cheryl to remove the  plug in the
bathroom.  She had found  Cheryl in the downstairs bedroom calmly reading Vogue
and Cosmopolitan, which  Janet subscribed to.  There Cheryl  had been, reading
about fall fashions, naked while wearing her collar and  bracelets.
Cheryl had removed the plug, and performed her  toilet.  Janet had ordered
her to  stay on the toilet, in order to pass out all the lubricant.  Which
she had done over a period of  time.  Cheryl didn't even protest  about the
open door.
Janet had then chained her in the bedroom, as she dressed  for the night's
session.  She had  not used Cheryl the previous night, except for the dildo.
 Saturday had been devoted to the cock  and the butt plug, which Cheryl had
performed well with.
But now it would be her turn under the lash, and Janet  walked through her
closet naked trying to decide what she should wear.  She would wear a
Catsuit in the winter,  but not during the summer.  Too hot  and confining, even
with the a/c on.
She selected an outfit composed of a PVC bodysuit, black  sheer to waist
pantyhose, gloves, and a pair of modest heels.  Janet dressed quickly, wishing
that Tina  was with her.
How she missed Tina!  Her slave and assistant.  But she had been called
away for a  family emergency, leaving Janet alone.  Janet had driven her to the
airport, and kissed her before she had left  her at the terminal.
Janet looked at herself in the mirror.  Either the outfit was a little
tight, or  else she had put on a few pounds.  She decided to weigh herself naked
the next morning.
Her final thoughts while dressing were about the clock  radio in the
library.  She was sure  that she had programmed it correctly, then hit the switch
to activate the  alarm.  When she had examined it  later, the alarm switch
was in the off position.
If Cheryl had turned the alarm off, why?  Had she searched the library?
Just to kneel and watch Janet sleep,  something that she had already seen in
the bedroom?
Or had Cheryl fallen in love with Janet?  That was what usually happened
when a  slave was introduced to D/s; they loved the person holding the rod.
Suppose that Cheryl had done this just to unhinge  Janet?  The woman had
not said  anything at all about her training, regardless of how many stripes
that Janet  had as yet placed upon her.
She walked downstairs, and found Cheryl still chained  where she had left
her.  Her hands  linked behind her back, a collar chain locked to the
ringbolt on the  wall.
"Are you ready to submit?" Janet asked.
"To have your body and flesh striped and used by your  Mistress?"
"Yes, Mistress Janet, use me," Cheryl  answered.
Janet unlocked Cheryl's collar chain, but did not  blindfold her or attach
a leash on her collar chair.  She pulled Cheryl to her feet, and  looked her
in the eyes.
"Prepare to be used."
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet pulled Cheryl along to the elevator, and they rode  down to the
Dungeon in silence.  Normally, Janet would have placed a blindfold and ballgag on
a  slave.  But after Cheryl's  extraordinary performance today, she wanted
to look into her eyes.
She placed Cheryl into the stocks, first closing the bar  the locked her
ankles into place.  Then she unlocked her hands, and indicated that Cheryl
place her head and  hands in the half circles of wood.  Janet then closed the
yoke, and locked it shut.
"Are you ready, slave?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," Cheryl answered.
Janet had removed a leather paddle from the cabinet.  It would sting and
hurt, but not really  mark, since it was so soft.  But it  could be used for a
long time.
"Kiss the paddle," Janet ordered.
Cheryl did as she was instructed, then remained  silent.
Holding the paddle in her gloved hands, Janet looked  directly at Cheryl.
"It's really a good thing that Tina is away this weekend,  Cheryl," Janet
began, "else your little performance would have amazed even  her.  No
inexperienced woman could  take the cock like that, or place a plug up her ass,
unless they've been trained  first.  You know a lot more than  you're telling
me, which is nothing," said Janet.
Cheryl stayed silent in her wooden prison as Janet spoke  to her.
"Last week I whipped you harshly because you disobeyed  me.  Tonight, I'm
going to use you  harshly again because you're not telling me the truth."
"I told you I want to be trained as a slave, Mistress  Janet.  Your slave."

"You've prepared for this, haven't you?" demanded  Janet.
"That's my affair, Mistress Janet."
"To come clear across the country and force me to train  you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Since you desire my use, then you shall have  it."
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Janet struck the paddle on Cheryl's bottom, watching as  each stroke left a
red mark behind.  Each time that she struck Cheryl, she moaned slightly.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Janet wondered if Cheryl had a martyr complex, if she  could take endless
amounts of punishment.  Or if she was a painslut, perhaps.  Tonight, Janet
wanted the tears to flow from Cheryl's eyes.  Then she would take her to  bed.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
"Kiss the paddle," Janet ordered suddenly.
"Yes, Mistress," cried Cheryl as she did as she was  told.
After a paddling like that, Cheryl would be reminded each  time that she
sat down that Janet had used her.  Janet then released Cheryl from the
stocks, and pinched her erect nipples.
"Owww!" cried Cheryl.
"Who does your body belong to?" Janet  demanded.
"You, Mistress Janet!"
Janet then slapped Cheryl across the cheek, surprising  her charge.
"Are you a slut?"
"Mistress?"
"I said, are you a slut?" asked Janet.
"I am whatever my Mistress wants me to be," Cheryl  answered.
"In that case."
Janet pulled Cheryl over to the ceiling chain.  Originally, she had wanted
to bind her  to the X frame or the cross, but had decided against it.  Last
week, in the same position, she had  used the whip on her.  Since it was
already late, she had another weapon in mind.
>From the inside of her leather bodysuit, Janet extracted  two nipple
clamps.  She displayed  them for Cheryl's benefit, then closed then on Cheryl's
erect nipples, making  her moan as each one was applied.
"Ahhh!" moaned Cheryl.
Janet selected a rubber flogger.  The rubber strands would sting and hurt,
and Cheryl would be reminded all week about how Janet had used her.
"Kiss the flogger, slave," directed Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet began with a light series of strokes of five, with  the last one
being the most severe.  Then Janet would pause, and begin again.  Cheryl had
been pulled taut by the  ceiling chain, and her ankles were locked to a
spreader bar.  She was helpless and exposed, totally  vulnerable to whatever
Mistress Janet wanted.
Why?
Her interviews were a lie, Lori had told her that she had  bought every D/s
book at a shop in LA, and she had probably been trained in the  use of her
mouth and bottom.
Where would this lead?  When and why would she call her  safeword?  If she
would ever call it  at all?
"What is your safeword, Cheryl?" demanded  Janet.
"Mistress?"
"I said what is your safeword."
"Sin, Mistress Janet."
"Good, I wanted to make sure that you haven't forgotten  it.  One day, it
may save your  life," cautioned Janet.
"Yes, Mistress Janet, thank you."
"Now we can continue," said Janet.
"Thank you, Mistress."
Had Cheryl forgotten her safeword, Janet had been  prepared to release
Cheryl, dress her, then throw her out of the house.  Instead, Cheryl had
remembered her  safeword, so Janet would continue.
Janet then struck Cheryl several times on her breasts,  making tears come
to her eyes.  After a pause, Janet then used the flogger between Cheryl's
legs, making  her cry and squirm.  She made sure  to strike the inside of Cheryl
's exposed thighs when she did so.
After removing the nipple clamps, Janet made certain to  strike Cheryl's
tender breasts with five strokes each.  Her white skin was now marked red from
 every impact of the rubber flogger.
Janet had kept an exact count of the number of strokes  that she had used.
She would write it down when she replaced the flogger in  the cabinet.
"Kiss the flogger."
"Yes, Mistress," tearfully answered Cheryl.
Janet unlocked Cheryl, and placed her, sobbing, on the  leather bench.
She gave Cheryl a box of tissues to dry her  eyes.
"Are you expecting me to comfort you?" Janet  demanded.
"Mistress?"
"Last week, I comforted you because I had punished you  harshly after your
disobedience.  This week, I shall not, because you have not told me the
truth,  slave."
"Mistress Janet, don't hurt me?" begged  Cheryl.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Cheryl.  Just take you to bed.  If you fail to
please me, though, then I  shall use the crop on you."
"Please your Mistress."
Janet lay back on her bed, her legs open.  Cheryl was on the floor,
kneeling, where  Janet had ordered her after she had cleaned herself up after the
Dungeon  session.  Cheryl had been tearful  and forlorn looking after Janet
told her that she was not going to be held in  Janet's arms, even after the
session that she had endured.
Cheryl's body was marked by the rubber flogger, the marks  a dull red in
color.  The marks  would be there for a long time, and combined with the
paddling, she would  remember this visit for quite a long time.
Cheryl rose from her kneeling position, and climbed onto  the bed.  She
placed her mouth over  Janet's sex, her lips, tongue, and teeth working on Janet
's sex.
Janet knew of some selfish Dommes who viewed their only  goal in life was
to get orgasms from their slaves.  If they should fail to please, then they
were severely beaten.
That was not the way that Janet had been trained by  Erica, nor was that
the way that she had conducted herself.  Janet trained her slaves to submit
and  to serve, but sexually pleasing her was not her only goal.
When another woman submitted herself to Janet, she was  introduced to
physical discipline.  But she was also treated tenderly afterwards, shown just
how much courage  it took to submit, and encouraged to proceed even further.
"Oh!" Janet cried as the first orgasm pulsed through her  thighs.
Janet bounced on the bed, since Cheryl had excited her  quickly.  Cheryl's
tongue played  itself over her clit, darting in and out, stimulating with
each touch.  Each touch exciting her, making Janet  hotter and hotter with
touch.
Cheryl's tongue went deep into Janet's love canal,  sucking her,
stimulating her to orgasm.  Janet knew that she was wet, felt Cheryl's tongue inside
her, lapping at  her juices.
"Ohhhh!"
Janet held onto Cheryl's hair, gently keeping her slave  between her legs.
She wanted Cheryl  to satisfy her, to drive her wild with pleasure.  Even
if Cheryl herself was still  smarting from the session that she just endured.
"Ohhhhh!"
One orgasm after another rocked through her, leaving  Janet stunned and
weak.  She bounced  on the bed, her bottom slapping against the sheet.
"Thank you, Cheryl.  That was excellent," complimented Janet.
"You're welcome, Mistress."
Janet kissed Cheryl on the lips, tasting her own  juices.  She rolled her
tongue over  her lips, eager now to taste Cheryl as well.
"On your back," Janet ordered.
Cheryl did as she was told, and soon Janet was between  her thighs.  Janet
wanted to tease  Cheryl, so she slowly tongued her, drawing her climax out
slowly.  She excited Cheryl gradually, licking  her sex as the woman
gradually lubricated in response to Janet's  attentions.
After the harsh punishment that Janet had given Cheryl,  she wanted to show
her slave that she could pleasure as well as pain.  But somehow Cheryl
seemed to want to  satisfy her Mistress even more than usual this evening.
Perhaps the experience of spending the  night chained on the bedroom floor next
to her Mistress had taught Cheryl  submission.
Janet drove Cheryl to climax, making her companion moan  and rock on the
sheets.  Cheryl  clearly responded to Janet's attentions, her nipples hard and
her sex wet.  Cheryl held onto her Mistress tightly,  their breasts and
lips close together.
Resting on the table was a dildo, and Janet held it in  her hand as she
used Cheryl with it again and again, driving her to climax.  The bed was wet
with their sweat before  Cheryl dropped off to sleep first, with Janet
following afterwards.

Part 3 - Sunday July 19,  1998
"Cheryl, I have something for you," said  Janet.
Janet and Cheryl were in the library.  Tina had not yet returned, so
Mistress  Janet had to train the slave all weekend by herself.  In the morning,
Janet had unlocked  Cheryl, and she had let Cheryl serve as her bath girl.
Cheryl had bathed and pampered her  Mistress, just as Janet had taught her to.
While Cheryl bathed, Janet had prepared breakfast  herself.  Janet ate in
the Dining  Room, Cheryl in the kitchen.  Finally, they faced one another in
the library.
After a solid day of storms, the weather had finally  broken.  Rays of
sunlight peeped  through the clouds, and the forecast was going to be for a good
day.
"Yes, Mistress?"
Janet opened a desk drawer and removed a wooden box.  She stood up from her
chair, and walked  over to Cheryl's.
"Extend your left hand," Janet ordered.
"Yes, Mistress."
"These are my slave rings," described Janet, "any  Mistress that knows me
will see you wearing my ring and know that you are  serving me."
Janet tried a number of rings on Cheryl's index finger  until she found the
right sized one that fit correctly.  The rings were made of sterling silver
 and had links incised on their outer surface.
"Do you understand what wearing this ring means?"  demanded Janet.
"That I am your slave, Mistress."
"Very good, Cheryl.  Ordinarily, I wouldn't give a slave ring so soon.
But since I have discovered your deceit  in taking the cock and anal training,
you are more advanced than you are letting  on."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"I have one other gift for you," said Janet as she  resumed her seat.
"Mistress?"
Resuming her seat, Janet removed the jar of lubricant and  the larger butt
plug that she had shown to Cheryl on Saturday.
"This is a moderate sized butt plug, larger than the one  that you wore on
Saturday.  You are  to wear it for two hours each day at home until next
week.  If you cannot insert it easily by then,  then you shall be very harshly
used," threatened Janet.
"Mistress?"
"Those are your orders, Cheryl.  The car will be here in three minutes,
and you will wait in the foyer."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl as she placed the two  items in her
purse.
Janet watched Cheryl leave, and was even more worried  about her than she
had been before.  Not only had the woman posed naked for a photographer she
had also  researched D/s and probably trained herself in sucking a cock and
placing a plug  up her ass.  Then forcing herself on  a Mistress clear across
the country.  Why?

>From the Diary of Cheryl  Branford:
If last weekend I made the mistake of disobedience, this  weekend I made
one of submission.  I  was proud of the fact that I had guessed that a
Mistress would want to use my  mouth, sex, and bottom, and had trained myself in
advance using sex  toys.
On Friday night, I was made to wear the dildo harness while I performed
housecleaning tasks.  Afterwards, Janet chained me at the foot of her bed that
night, and I  have never felt so helpless or humiliated in my life.
On Saturday, I made my mistake.  I took both the cock and anal plug
without effort or protest.  Janet  accused me of having been trained in advance,
and I had no defense.  I was severely used that night in the  Dungeon, and I
shall be wearing her marks for a long time.
She has given me a larger butt plug, which I am now  wearing in my bottom.
It was about  the same size one that I had used at home, and slid easily
into my  anus.
I dare not disobey her again, even as I now put my plans  into effect.
I continue to be sexually attracted to Mistress Janet,  and her use of me
in bed is what I look forward to.  With my naked body striped by the lash,
I cannot wait to serve Mistress Janet sexually.
I gaze at the silver ring on my finger, and wonder, have  I truly become
her slave? >

Chapter 8: Progressions -  Part One: The Power and the Responsibility -
April 1984
"Mistress, are you all right?"
The question startled Erica out of her thoughts back to  the real world.
She had gone down to the Dungeon to think, and had  entered a dream world
all her own.  Glancing at her watch, she saw the reason for the interruption.
 It was long past the time that Lisa was  supposed to serve lunch, and she
had gone down to the Dungeon to find her  Mistress.
"I'm fine, Lisa," replied Erica.
Erica was seated on the leather-covered bench in the  basement Dungeon,
still not quite believing what she had created.  What once had been the family
playroom  was now a room of quite a different kind.
Gone were the bar, pool table, large screen TV, and all  of the other
amenities necessary for the affluent to entertain their  guests.  Taking it's
place were two  Dungeons, a cell with bathroom (so a slave could spend the
night); and even a  vinyl prison that Erica called solitary.  Erica had also
purchased a set of stocks and a vinyl covered sawhorse, an  X frame, and had
hung chains from the walls and ceiling.
In short, it was every toy that a Dominatrix could ever  want.  Erica had
spared no expense  because she didn't have to.  She  could afford everything
that she had ever wanted because it was all pocket  change.
After the dust had settled and Erica had taken possession  of the estate
she had asked around and found a contractor in the scene that  would covert
the basement into a Dungeon.  But first she had an elevator installed and had
hidden the basement steps  behind a false wall.  Only someone  who knew its
location would be able to enter the Dungeon, and Erica had also  installed
locking systems.
"Lunch is served, Mistress," announced Lisa.
"Thank you, Lisa, I'll be right up," Erica  answered.
Erica rose from her seat, and walked past Lisa, who  quickly followed
behind her Mistress.  They entered the elevator together, and Erica punched the
button to the  first floor.  She exited, and made  her way to the Dining Room
and sat down at the head of the table.
"Lunch will be out in a minute, Mistress," stated  Lisa.
"Thank you."
Lunch was a quiche that was still warm from the oven,  French bread, salad,
and a bottle of white wine.  Erica decided that Lisa was quite a good
cook, and she wondered if her Maid's skills exceeded her own.
Erica ate leisurely, since she didn't really have  anything else to do.  In
fact, since  she had quit her job and inherited the Mansion her only job
had been designing  and contracting for the Dungeon.  Gone were the power
lunches on Wall Street, or the forty-five minute ones  at the liquor
distributor.
But now, in her position as Dominatrix, things seemed  different.  Gone
were the times that  she could serve Master Keith, who made decisions for her.
Now she was the one holding the lash, a  submissive under her control.
With  the power that she now had came responsibilities that she had never
thought of  before.
"Lisa?" asked Janet when the Maid was clearing away the  dished from the
table, "could you please join me in the library when you're  finished?"
"Yes, Mistress," quickly answered Lisa.
Erica rose to her feet and walked out of the Dining  Room.  She often
wished for a  companion, someone to share meals with.  Having a slave was nice,
and Lisa would do all of her bidding.  But it was getting lonely.
Seating herself behind the desk, it was still hard to  believe that the
house was really hers.  Erica opened a report that she had been writing, and
wondered when IBM  would be sending along the PC that she had ordered.
Erica heard a knock on the library door, and she closed  the report that
she had been writing.
"Come," Erica ordered.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Sit down, there's something that I have to discuss with  you."
"Mistress?" asked Lisa as she did what Erica  instructed.
"Last night, why did you fondle the new slave,  Ingrid?"
"Just a little fun, Mistress," answered Lisa.
"You were clearly ordered to strip and prepare her, NOT  to enjoy yourself.
 As Mistress, I  have to evaluate why she places herself in submission and
plan methods to  encourage her to continue.  This  does not include a wanton
use of her, before she is ready."
"Mistress?"
"Place yourself in her position.  You go to a strange place, and are
stripped naked, made to wear a collar and bracelets, and are made helpless.  You
are to be used by a Mistress for the  first time, and are scared out of your
wits.  The very first thing that happens to you  is that the Maid pinches
your nipples and thrusts her fingers into your  sex."
"I thought........."
"What you thought was unimportant," Erica answered, "your  conduct with a
new prospect was improper.  What you fail to understand is that I am
ultimately responsible for  everything that occurs in this House.  That includes
the selection, assessment, and training of possible  slaves."
"That wasn't the way that Mistress Judith conducted  herself," protested
Lisa.
"I am going to be different than Mistress Judith,"  replied Erica, "and if
you cannot abide by my rules, then you shall not be  serving me."
"I was a good slave to Mistress Judith," protested  Lisa.
"You were, that was why I chose you.  But as a slave, you know that you
have  to obey orders, paramount above all.  For disobeying me, we shall now go
down to the Dungeon, and I shall use  you."
"Mistress?"
"I said now, Lisa.  Being a slave means that you are available for my use
twenty-four hours a  day.  Or have you  forgotten?
"No, Mistress."
"Then I want to see you in the Dungeon, naked on the  carpet, waiting for
me.  I want to  go dress in something, street clothes aren't quite correct."
"Yes, Mistress," agreed Lisa.
"GO!"
Erica watched as Lisa scurried out of the library, fright  evident on her
face.  She had not  meant to frighten Lisa, but the girl had more than once
disobeyed  her.
Rising from the desk, she walked upstairs to her  bedroom.  Every time that
she  visited NYC, she visited a fetish shop and purchased a new item of
clothing.  Slowly, she was creating  a nice wardrobe for herself.
Erica stripped down her panties, and admired herself in  the mirror.  Her
body had healed  from the car accident, and the only reminder of her near
fatal ordeal was the  occasional pain and ache.
She stood five feet seven, with moderate sized breasts  and a tight ass
that was very attractive.  In her bare feet, she rummaged through the closet,
trying to decide what  to wear.
The Catsuit was nice, but a little too confining; though  she loved how she
looked and felt while wearing it.  It gave her the feeling of power, with
all of her curves covered in latex or PVC.  Perhaps she would order one made
especially out of leather for her  birthday.
Deciding that simplicity was best, she chose a PVC  bodysuit, sheet to
waist pantyhose, and a pair of five-inch heels.  She dressed quickly, and
admired herself  in the full-length bedroom mirror.
Lisa had come to her from Mistress Judith with good  references.  She could
cook, clean,  and maintain a house, serve Erica sexually, and assist her in
the training of  slaves.  However, Lisa could not  follow her orders, and
Erica wondered was she just badly trained or deliberately  disobedient.
Finally, her unauthorized use of Ingrid had been the last  straw, and Erica
had now decided that this would be a good time to use her.  To show Lisa
that she must follow the  instructions of her Mistress.  Or  else she would
not be serving Erica for long.
When Erica opened the Dungeon Door she found Lisa  kneeling on the carpet
as instructed.  Lisa was just five foot three, with natural blonde hair, a
flat stomach,  and small breasts.  Still, she was  very attractive, and her
face was very pretty.
"Do you submit to your Mistress, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"Good," said Erica as she seated herself on the bench,  "over my knee.  I
want to start by  spanking you."
"Spanking?"
"Haven't you ever been spanked before?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Than get over my knee, slave!"
Lisa did as she was instructed, draping herself over  Erica's lap.  Her
tight little  bottom looked quite good when covered by a pair of designer
jeans.  It would look even better after having  been warmed by Erica bare hand.
"Count out every time that I spank you," ordered  Erica.
"Yes, Mistress, One!"
Lisa had thought that Erica would delay somehow, instead  the Mistress had
started immediately with a swift stroke that made Lisa rise  with the impact
on her bottom.
"Two!"
"Three!
"Four!"
"Five!"
Erica delivered one blow after another, giving Lisa time  to recover before
the next one would redden her behind.
"Ten!"
"Thirteen!"
"Fifteen!"
"Twenty!" cried Lisa, when Erica finally ceased her  spanking.
Erica waiting in silence, surely she would not have to  tell Lisa
everything.
"Thank you, Mistress!" sobbed Lisa.
"That's better, Lisa.  But the afternoon is young, and I have a  lot of
ground to cover.  You may  kneel," ordered Erica.
Lisa did as she was told, and awaited Erica's next  instructions.
"Kiss my shoes.  Now!"
Lisa bent to kiss Erica's offered black leather shoe,  kissing the material
with her red lips.
"At least you can obey some orders," commented  Erica.
"Yes, Mistress Erica, I'm sorry," sobbed Lisa.
"That's better.  Kneel!"
Lisa knelt again, her hands on her knees, eyes down, and  silent.  She
awaited the next  commands from her Mistress.
"Should I hang you from the ceiling, and whip you, Lisa?"  asked Erica
aloud, "will that make you obey my commands?"
"Whatever my Mistress desires," Lisa answered.
"Judith is a good Mistress, and a good trainer.  But you must understand
that you are in  my house now, and that I intend to be a different sort of
Mistress that any you  have served before," stated Erica.
"I don't understand," answered Lisa.
"Lisa, if you wish to be my assistant, you will have to  follow all of my
orders.  In this  house, a safeword once established will be absolute.
Slaves will not be humiliated in this  house, no eating out of dog dishes or any
other such nonsense."
"Yes, Mistress."
"I'm not going to beat you, just use the flogger on you  for a few
strokes, Lisa," said Erica.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"This is the first and only warning that you will get  from me, Lisa.  You
will attract my  attention by obeying my commands, not disobeying them.  I
must have a slave and assistant that I  can totally rely on, in order to be
the Dominatrix that I wish to be.  If you cannot serve me, if I cannot rely
on you, then I shall find another position for you."
"I shall obey you in all things, Mistress."
"Talk is cheap, Lisa.  I shall judge you by your actions.  Rise and lock
the leather cuffs on your  ankles and wait by the ceiling chain."
Erica watched as Lisa did as she had been ordered.  She walked over, and
locked the cuffs to  the chain, then activated a motor that pulled the chain
taut.  She next removed a flogger of soft deer  hide from the cabinet, and
displayed it to Lisa.
"Prepare to be flogged," Erica cautioned.
Erica used the flogger moderately, almost sensually.  She struck at the
most sensitive and  exposed parts of Lisa's body.  Her  breasts were first,
followed by her underarms.  The leather slapped against Lisa's body,  making
her moan and try to avoid the many strands as they struck her flesh again  and
again.
"Open your legs," ordered Erica.
Tearfully, Lisa did so, exposing her vulnerable sex next  for the flogger.
"Are you wet, dearest?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do I have to fondle your cunt as you did with Ingrid to  know that you are
wet and excited by the use of your Mistress?" asked  Janet.
"No, Mistress, I'm wet."
Erica then struck gently with the flogger between Lisa's  legs, striking
not her sex but the inside of her thighs.  She noted that tears were flowing
from  the corners of the girl's eyes.  Lisa had not been flogged enough to be
in actual pain.  Instead, she was close to  orgasm.
The flogger was then used for a few more strokes before  Erica ceased, and
presented the handle for Lisa to kiss.
"Mistress?" begged Lisa.
"Kiss the handle," ordered Erica.
Once Lisa had done as Erica had requested, she had been  ordered to stand
motionless by the cabinet as Erica procured the next item.  Erica then locked
a belt around Lisa's  waist, then attached a crotch strap, which locked
with four small  locks.
"Mistress?"
"It's a chastity belt, Lisa.  I didn't want you to cum, not until I
decide.  Maybe later tonight, in  bed, but only at my discretion."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now run along and get on with your chores," ordered  Erica, "and remember
what I have told you."
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
When Lisa had left the Dungeon, Erica remained along, by  herself, in the
leather bodysuit.  Erica had watched her slave depart, with the belt locked
around her  waist.  The freedom to cum was  denied to Lisa, for the moment
anyway.
`What is freedom?' Erica asked herself.

Part Two: Truth and Lies -  May 1984
"Dr. Keith Simon to see you, Mistress," announced  Lisa.
"Thank you, Lisa," answered Erica as she rose from the  chair behind the
library desk, "Keith, how nice to see you."
"Erica," greeted her guest.
Erica walked to Keith, hugged him, and kissed him on the  cheek.  She held
him tightly for a  moment, then released him.
"Lisa, we can be alone."
"Yes, Mistress," said Lisa as she bowed, then closed the  library doors.
"Would you like a drink?" asked Erica.
"Bourbon," he answered, "straight."
Erica walked over to the bar, and placed two ice cubes  each into two
glasses, then poured Jack Daniels into the glasses.  She handed one to Keith, and
they  clinked their glasses together.
"Skoal," said Erica.
"Skoal."
"Have a seat, Keith.  We have a lot to discuss."
They both drank from their glasses, and Erica thought  that this was going
to be very awkward for both of them.
"You lied to me," bluntly accused Keith, "you said that  you weren't
Alana Peters.  Yet  within weeks of being promoted to Dominatrix, you inherit
the Peters  estate.  A complete stranger would  not have inherited this
estate.  You  changed your name, and face, but the x-rays didn't lie.  You are
Alana Peters."
"Yes, I am Alana Peters, or rather, I was.  I am now Erica Riken,"
confessed  Erica.
"You admit it now, but you lied to me when I took you as  my slave."
"I had to," answered Erica, "just suppose that I had  admitted who I
really was?  Would  you have taken the daughter of one of the wealthiest families
in the nation as  your sex slave?  You wouldn't have  wanted anything to do
with me."
"You could have explained, told the truth!"
"No.  To you  I would have been just a poor little rich girl out for a
thrill.  You wouldn't have taken me for a slave,  would you?"
"I don't know what I would have done had I  known."
"Master Keith, I'm sorry that I had to lie to you.  As Alana, I realized
the dangerous game  I was playing after I recovered from the accident by
first seeing a Professional  Dominatrix in NYC; then going to clubs and being
used.  I couldn't continue much longer before I  would have been recognized,
then my picture would have been all over the  papers.  Daniel was a bad
Master; he  kept me ignorant and was abusive.  You were a good Master, and you
encouraged me, taught me to grow in my  submission.  But I couldn't have you
for a Master, and you decided that I was better as a Domme.  So please,
forgive me," begged  Alana.
"I don't know what to say."
"I had to give up who I was, and what I was, to become a  slave.  A
graduate of Harvard, a  future Wall Street Partner, born with a silver spoon in my
mouth.  I gave all that up so that I could be  hung by my wrists, naked, and
feel the lash.  There was nothing else that I could do,"  explained Erica,
swallowing the lump in her throat.
"That still doesn't justify your lying to me,  Erica."
"I'm relying on your professional discretion as a doctor,  and the fact
that you were my trainer, to keep silent about who I really  am.  Or was."
"I would never betray your secret, Erica, you know  that.  But for lying to
 me........."
Erica rose from behind her desk, and knelt before Keith's  chair.  She
crossed her wrists, and  presented them to Keith.
"Please forgive me, Master, for lying to you, and this  humble slave begs
your forgiveness.  I have lied to my Master, my owner, and my friend.  I have
equipped an extensive Dungeon  downstairs with everything that you need to
use your slave.  Please discipline me as you see fit for  my transgressions."

Keith remained silent, and looked down at Erica.  She stayed in her
position, kneeling on  the carpet, her arms outstretched.
"For the offense of lying to your Master, I accept your  offer of
discipline.  You may call  in your Maid, Lisa," ordered Keith.
"Lisa!" called Erica, loudly.
"Mistress?" asked a puzzled Lisa when she entered the  library and saw her
Mistress kneeling before her guest.
"This is Keith, who was my Master.  I have willingly submitted myself to
him  for a personal reason," explained Erica, "in the bedroom closet you will
find a  leather vest, and black jeans that he can wear in the Dungeon."
"Thank you, Erica," said Keith.
"Once he has dressed, you may collar and bracelet me,  then take me down to
the Dungeon for my discipline," instructed  Erica.
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
Keith rose from the chair, leaving Erica on the  carpet.  She would remain
in this  position until Lisa came to get her, to be stripped of her clothes
and prepare  her to be used.
Twenty minutes later, after Erica had been divested of  her clothes in the
downstairs bedroom, Lisa was locking a leather collar around  her neck.
"Mistress?" asked Lisa.
"Yes, Lisa?"
"Master Keith said that I should ask you the reason why  he is about to
discipline you."
"Because I lied to my Master," replied Erica, "that is  the reason why you
are going to see your Mistress punished."
"I have never heard of a Mistress going under the  lash."
"Bind my wrists, place a gag in my mouth and a blindfold  over my eyes, and
attach a leash to my collar.  Then you shall see me used," stated  Erica.
After Lisa had done what Erica had ordered, her Mistress  was pleased that
her slave did not take the opportunity to fondle or use her in  any way,
even though she was helpless and at her mercy.  Erica bit down on the rubber
ball in her  mouth, and tested the cuffs that held her wrists together behind
her  back.
She felt herself pulled along by a tug on her leash, and  obediently
followed behind Lisa.  Erica had counted the exact number of steps to the
elevator, and knew  when she stepped over the threshold.  She was wearing a pair of
modest heels that Keith had ordered locked upon  her feet, and the strap
chafed her ankle.
When they finally reached their destination in the  Dungeon, Lisa removed
Erica's blindfold.  The light had been turned way down, and Keith was seated
in the throne  like chair that Erica had selected because it looked powerful
and imposing.  Erica was then pushed to her knees in  front of Keith, but
she held herself proudly in her submission as he had taught  her.
"Remove her gag," ordered Keith.
"Thank you, Master," said Erica the moment her gag was  free of her mouth.
"Do you submit to me of your own free will?" asked  Keith.
"Yes, Master," Erica replied.
"What is your safeword?" Keith asked.
"Forgiveness."
"Hang Erica from the ceiling chain, Lisa, and attach her  ankles to a
spreader bar," ordered Keith, "I am going to use her."
"Yes, Master."
Without resistance, Erica was made to stand, then walked  over to the
ceiling chain.  Lisa  unlocked her wrists, then quickly locked them to the chain.
 A spreader bar was next locked onto her  ankles, then Erica was pulled
taut when a motor removed the small amount of  slack in the chain.
"Erica is now ready for your use, Master," said  Lisa.
"Thank you, Lisa," replied Keith as he rose from the  chair, a riding crop
in his hands.
Keith was wearing the vest and jeans, which Erica had  bought for him for a
future occasion.  She had wanted to surprise him one day, instead they were
more suitable  for him to wear than the casual clothes that he had worn for
just a  visit.
"Kiss the crop," ordered Keith.
Erica kissed the crop handle when it was offered to her,  her red lips
leaving a small imprint of her lipstick on the leather.
"We now begin."
Erica was struck with the leather pad that the end of the  crop, which
slapped against her skin as one stroke after another impacted  against her naked
and exposed body.  It had been months since Keith had used her last, and
she was grateful  that it was her former Master that was again using her.
The leather struck her underarms, her breasts, both the  outside and inside
of her thighs, her sex and her bottom.  No part of Erica's body would
escape the  crop, and she had resolved that she would not call her safeword
either.  Just as she had done that climactic time  when Keith had told her that
she was better suited to be a  Dominatrix.
Erica snatched a glance at Lisa, who stood back from  Keith, ready to take
any of his orders.  The expression on her face was one of bafflement.  Here
was her Mistress, being used right  in front of her.  Surely this was  just
part of an incredible dream?
Keith made certain to strike her body in one place with  one stroke
overlapping another, then would move on somewhere else.  From past experience,
Erica knew that  this meant that she was in for a through and severe punishment.
"Ahhh!" Erica cried when the leather struck her right  nipple.
"Ahhh!" She cried again when the left was struck with  equal force.
"Ahhh!" Erica cried when the pad struck between her legs  in a metronome
like fashion, as Keith swung it from the inside of one of her  thighs to the
other.
She had entered sub-space, where she felt, but at the  same time, did not
feel the pain of the crop.  Erica had placed herself in submission  to a
Master, who was now using her as he had done many times before.
Her flesh had warmed by the crop, her mind once again on  fire.  The same
feelings of both  pain and pleasure that she had experienced when she had
been in therapy and  afterwards coursed through her body.  She longed for Keith
to throw the crop away, unchain her, and then take  her on the Dungeon
floor.  But she  knew that he wouldn't do that, and that brought a tear to her
eyes.
"Kiss the crop," ordered Keith suddenly.
Erica had not realized that he had even stopped striking  her with the
crop, she had been so deep in thought, the pain forgotten from the  session.
"Yes, Master," cried Erica as she followed his  instructions.
Keith reached out, and began to pinch and play with her  erect nipples,
tweaking them between his thumb and forefinger.  Erica felt like gasping each
time that  he did so, but stayed silent.  She  knew that she could absorb a
lot of use, as she had done before.
"How do you feel, Erica?"
"Fine, Master."
"Then we shall continue with a flogger.  Lisa, get me the deerskin flogger
from  the cabinet," ordered Keith as he handed the crop to the slave.
"Yes, Master."
Keith ran his fingers through the soft deerskin hide,  feeling the strands
on his skin.  Erica watched, hanging by her wrists, her body still exposed
to the next  part of her punishment.
"Prepare yourself."
"Yes, Master."
Again Erica felt the impact of a deerskin flogger on her  flesh, the
strands slapping aginst her skin.  She dug her nails into her palms,
disassociating her body from her mind.
The brief respite from the crop had left her body soaking  in sweat, and
she knew that her flesh was red and warm to the touch.  The flogging that she
was now receiving  would only increase the warmth of her flesh.
It was not Keith's style to insert his fingers into her  exposed sex, and
Erica knew that the flogging was making her sexually excited  and wet between
her legs.  The first  that this had happened during therapy it had shocked
her, the association of  pain and sexual pleasure together.
When she had served as a slave the mere sight of an  instrument like the
crop or the flogger would bring her juices flowing.  Erica had always wondered
if she really  had been a painslut after all, as she had been called many
times.
"Ahhhh!" cried Erica after a harsh stroke landed on her  Venus mound.
Her whole body seemed on fire, like she was a human  torch.  She wanted to
cum again and  again, never to stop.
Erica did not know, or care, how much time had elapsed  since her session
had begun.  The  entire universe had shrunk to the confines of the Dungeon,
and her use by her  Master.  Nothing else mattered,  nothing else existed.
"Lisa?" asked Keith.
"Yes, Master?"
"Have you ever been in a state called flying?"
"No, Sir."
"Erica is in that state now, her body is on fire, yet her  mind has
divorced itself from her body."
It seemed strange for them to talk about her like she  really wasn't there,
but Erica did not answer, wanting instead to remain in her  present mental
state.
"Take her down," ordered Keith when he had delivered the  last stroke.
Erica could not at first keep to her feet when the chain  lowered her to
the ground.  Keith  held her tightly to his body as Lisa unlocked her wrists,
then ankles.  He carried her over to the bench, and  sat her naked form on
the leather.
Then he sat next to her, and held her sweat covered and  red marked body
close to his, whispering things into her ears that Lisa could  not hear.
Gradually, Erica returned to her faculties, moving her  fingers, arms, and
legs.  Her chest  heaved with each breath, her breasts rising and falling.
"Are you all right?" asked Keith.
"Fine, Master."
"It is now late in the evening, I have to go.  Your final use this night
will be at the  hands of your slave.  Lisa has been  allowed to take you to
bed, which I cannot."
"Yes, Master."
"Until that time, you will wear a chastity belt around  your waist,"
calmly said Keith.
"Yes, Master."
Erica was taken to the cell, where there was a small sink  and toilet.  She
was allowed to  empty herself, but not touch herself afterwards.  Lisa
cleaned her bottom and her sex,  then locked the belt around Erica's waist with
Keith watching her  closely.
"Very good, Lisa," complimented Keith.
"Thank you, Sir."
Lisa held her Mistress as the three of them went back  upstairs in the
elevator, and Erica was conducted to the couch in the  library.  She did not
touch either  the belt around her waist, or her exposed nipples.
The sky was now dark, and Keith changed back into his  street clothes.  He
kissed Erica on  the cheek, then bade good-bye to both Erica and Lisa.
"Are you all right, Mistress?" asked Lisa as she held a  glass of water
for Erica to drink.
"Fine, Lisa."
"I was going to say this later, when we are in bed.  I am truly amazed by
the amount of use  that you took.  I would have been  screaming in pain,
begging him to stop.  But you took the strokes without calling your safeword."
"Thank you, Lisa."
"Do you want me to unlock you from the belt, now that  Master Keith is gone?
"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because he ordered that you were to take me to bed, and  not remove the
belt until then," pointed out Erica as she got to her feet, "at  least he didn
't put a dildo inside me until then."
Erica smiled, since the reason that Keith had locked the  belt around her
waist was so that she wouldn't be able to sexually relieve  herself.  Had he
placed a dildo  inside her, Erica would have cum immediately.  Instead, her
sex was imprisoned inside  steel and leather, forbidden to her touch.
"Are you hungry?" asked Lisa.
"No thank you, I'll eat tomorrow."
Erica glanced at the clock, it was now  Midnight.
"Let me clean up, and then we can go to bed," said  Lisa.
"That will be fine," said Erica, as she stood shakily on  her own two feet
again.
Erica pulled at the chastity belt around her waist, and  toyed with the
small locks.  A  lifetime ago, she had interned for a summer at the offices of
Vogue in  New York.  She gazed at herself in the library  mirror.
"Mistress?" asked Lisa, "what are you thinking  about?"
"This will never make the fall fashion collections in  New York,"  stated
Erica as she modeled her striped and naked body with her sex imprisoned  by
the leather chastity belt in the mirror, "never."
The summer following after she had worked at Vogue, she  was again working
in New York  City.  Except  that she was at the very pinnacle of women's
fashion.  A friend of her mother had gotten her a  job at Gucci for the summer.
 While  it was true that the fall fashions were already sold, there was the
work on the  fashions for next spring, since fashion works six months ahead
of the  calendar.
She had done everything from modeling to sewing, to photo  layouts.  During
that summer, she  had been seduced by both a man and woman, and had bedded
both.  In all, her two summers working in the  fashion industry had been
interesting, but she finally decided that she didn't  want to work there after
all.
But it had certainly been fun for a young woman in  college!
It wasn't until they were in bed shortly afterwards did  their laughter
subside, as Lisa used her Mistress sexually.  Erica sucked at Lisa's cunt lips,
 plunging her tongue inside to excite Lisa's clit at the same time.  Her
slave moaned and bucked as Erica  made love to her, but she did not tap Erica
with the crop that she was  holding.  As if she was afraid to,  given the
harsh use that Erica had already sustained earlier that  night.
The next morning, Lisa released Erica's collar and  bracelets, then sank to
her knees in front of her Mistress.
"Mistress Erica, may I say something?" asked  Lisa.
"Of course you may."
"I never really understood submission before.  I only thought that I did,
and Mistress  Judith always backed away from making demands that would truly
test me.  It wasn't until I saw Master Keith use  you, saw you flying as
Master Keith called it after such a harsh session did I  really understand what
submission really meant.  And when you refused my offer to release  you
from the belt until we went to bed did I understand that your honor and your
word were at stake."
"Thank you."
"I promise to obey all of your orders, to truly learn  from you.  I
understand now that  this isn't a game, but very serious business."
"Thank you, Lisa.  Now let's have a bath and get cleaned up, and plan the
future of this  House together."
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
As Lisa knelt before her Mistress Erica sensed that her  slave had meant
what she had said.  Lisa now held her body tightly, differently that she had
before.  Proudly in submission to her Mistress  Erica.

Part Three: The Client -  June 1984
Erica paced the library, walking back and forth.  She had achieved the
position of Domme,  yet she had been disturbed by events in the last few weeks
that she had not even  been a part of.
First came the news that her former Master Daniel had  promoted Lauren
Singer to Dominatrix in a large S&M Club in Manhattan.  He had thrown a huge
party that everyone  in the scene had attended, unlike the small gathering that
Keith had thrown for  her months earlier.
Then came the news that Daniel had died in a drunk  driving accident.  He
had gone out  drinking, then rammed a tree at over 90 miles an hour after
falling asleep.  Finally, alcohol that had turned him  mean and vicious had
helped to take his life.
But it was the last piece of news that had been the most  shocking of all.
All the time that  she and Lauren had been Daniel's slaves, Lauren had been
separated from her  husband.  He had died of a sudden  heart attack, and
Lauren had inherited his estate.
The thought that Lauren was a Dominatrix and now  possessed financial power
frightened Erica down to her core.  Lauren was full of Daniel's ideas about
 power and submission.  With all that  wealth at her disposal she would be
a dangerous Domme indeed.
"Mistress Erica, Joann Robins is here," announced  Lisa.
"You may conduct her into the library," ordered Erica, as  she resumed her
seat behind the library desk, placing Lauren out of her  thoughts, in order
to interview a new candidate.
Joann Robins was one of the wealthy in Greenwich, who had not  waited to
inherit a fortune from her family, but had instead gone out and made  one of
her own.  She had started two  companies, then sold them, and then made a
killing on Wall Street  afterwards.  She was thirty-five,  beautiful, thin,
muscular, and tanned.  Her hair was a dark brown, an expensive salon had done
her hair and  nails, and she owned an estate outside of Greenwich.
She was wearing a blouse, white linen skirt, no  stockings, and matching
heels.  Under the blouse, the outlines of her white bra could be seen, and
under  her skirt a pair of panties outlined her bottom.  Joann was a very
beautiful woman,  indeed.
Alana Peters and Joann Robins had met once, at a formal  ball in Manhattan.
But that had been in another lifetime.
"Thank you, Lisa.  Leave us," directed Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," replied Lisa as she closed the door  behind her.
"I am Mistress Erica Riken," Erica said softly, "pleased  to meet you."
It was early evening, and Erica now had the golden  opportunity in her
career as a Dominatrix.  Joann Robins was a wealthy woman, prominent in
Greenwich Society, who  wanted to seek out a Mistress rather than travel to New York
City.  Erica had arranged for Joann to be  "collected"; blindfolded so she
would not know the location, then driven to  Erica's house.
"I am not sure how to address you," replied  Joann.
"Mistress Erica will do.  Are you nervous?"
"Yes."
"Drink?"
"Diet Coke would be fine, thank you, Mistress  Erica."
"Two Diet Cokes, Lisa," ordered Erica after she pressed  the intercom
button on her desk.
They waited a short time before there was a knock on the  door, and Lisa
entered.  She placed  a large glass containing ice and soda in front of Erica
and her guest, bowed,  then closed the door behind her.
"Is she?" asked Joann.
"Is she what?"
"Your.........slave?"
"Yes," answered Erica as she sipped at her  drink.
"Then this is all for real," said Joann.
"You do want to be used by a Mistress, don't you?" asked  Erica.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Last year, I was involved in a strange  relationship.  I went riding and
misused the horse.  My boyfriend  took the riding crop to my bare bottom
after he pulled down my riding  breeches."
"And what happened?" asked Erica.
"I got wet between my legs, I was so embarrassed.  Later on, he spanked me
one night in bed.  It turned me on!  However, he  went off to Europe, and I
haven't found anyone since who could........."
"Fulfill your desires," said Erica finishing the woman's  sentence.
"Yes."
"If you want to serve a Mistress who will fulfill your  desires with the
utmost discretion, then I am the one that you seek.  I can answer your
fantasies, and provide  you with an experience that you will never have otherwise,"
stated  Erica.
"I have these strange feelings," admitted Joann, "that I  cannot reconcile
with myself."
"Of submission?" asked Erica as she sipped her  drink.
"No.  Yes,"  confessed Joann.
"Do you envision yourself at the feet of a leather clad  woman who will use
your body, cover you in stripes, keep you naked and  bound?"
"Yes," admitted Joann.
"You realize that these desires of yours place you  outside the normal
scheme of things, don't you?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Are you prepared to feel the confines of steel and  leather, be kept naked
at all times, and endure the lash and crop?"
"Yes, Mistress, I am."
"You do understand that you are free to leave at any  time, that I am not
forcing you to become my slave?"
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"Good," answered Erica as she took another sip of her  drink, then
reclined back in the chair.
"What do you want to me to do, Mistress Erica?" asked  Joann as she placed
her empty glass on a nearby table.
There was dead silence in the library as Erica carefully  considered her
next move.  What to  do?
"Since you have not written your bio yet, nothing  serious.  But I would
like you to  strip so that I can see that lovely body of yours," Erica
ordered.
"Strip?" asked Joann.
"Naked," answered Erica, "unless you know some other  way."
Hesitantly, Joann rose to her feet, her eyes looking all  around the
library.  Slowly, she  unzipped her skirt, revealing white panties underneath,
then folding her skirt  and placing it on the chair.  Her  blouse followed, and
then she undid her bra, then slipped her panties from her  hips.  She stood
in silence, naked  before Erica.
"Turn around," Erica ordered.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Joann as she followed Erica's  instruction.
"Have you ever been naked in front of other women?" asked  Erica.
"Sometimes in the steam room at the health club,  Mistress."
"You have a beautiful body," observed Erica, "if you  choose to serve me,
you may be marked.  You will either have to hide your marks, or explain them
away  somehow."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Get dressed," ordered Erica, "I shall not use you this  evening."
"Not even to be spanked, Mistress?" asked  Joann.
"Not until you have written your bio.  Are you busy this weekend?"
"I was planning on going on a friend's yacht, if the  weather is good,
Mistress."
"Cancel it," Erica ordered, "you're going to be spending  the weekend
with me."
"Mistress?" asked Joann, a look of bewilderment on her  face.
"You shall spend the weekend here, with me, naked and  collared.  Only
after you have  written a sexual biography will I use you for the first time.
What time do you want the car to collect  you on Saturday morning?" asked
Erica.
"Mistress?"
"You have gotten your wish, Joann.  I am a Mistress who can help you to
experience your deepest and darkest sexual desires.  If you do not take this
chance now, I  shall never see you again."
"Nine AM, Mistress," hesitantly answered  Joann.
"Excellent," answered Erica, "think long and hard for the  rest of the
week about your sexuality, as you have never done before.  If you have the
slightest doubt about  what you are to begin, then you should refuse me."
"Yes, Mistress."

"You are about to abandon your station in life,  Joann.  You shall be kept
naked, on  display at all times, free for my use or my Maid, so should I
order.  You will be wearing a collar around your  neck, bracelets on your
wrists and ankles, and your lovely body available for  whatever use I decide.
That  includes my hand, the lash or the crop, or anything else that I decide.
Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress, I think so," shakily answered  Joann.
"Good," said Erica as she rose from her chair, "once  dressed, Lisa will
call the car for you."
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
Erica and Lisa watched at the car pulled away, Joann  riding in the back
seat a pair of dark glasses covering her eyes.  Erica had watched as Joann
replaced the  clothes that she had removed earlier, her guest blushing
throughout.
"Will she be back, Mistress?" asked Lisa.
"Yes," Erica answered confidently, "yes."
Erica sat at her desk, sipping from a can of Diet  Coke.  She was staring
at the words  on the computer screen that she had just written.  She chewed
on the eraser at the end of a  pencil, thinking.
There, on the screen, were her plans for training a  slave.  Having them
strip, and wear  only a collar and cuffs.  Except if  a woman was having her
period, of course.
They would write a sexual biography of themselves,  explaining what they
had or had not done sexually.  Erica would then assess what she would  do, or
not do with them, since she would never force a person to do an activity
that might hurt them.
The memory of Daniel's cock forcing itself into her anus  was all too
recent, how she had begged him to stop.  The pain she felt when he rammed himself
 into her hole.
`I'll never do that to a slave,' thought  Erica.
She would explain what a safeword was, then never go  beyond it if a slave
ever used it.  She would test a slave, of course.  But never harm or cause
injury.
She would not humiliate in public, or play sex  games.  Whether a slave was
a woman  of means or an average person, she would only use them within the
confines of  the Mansion.  No going out to Dinner  with a slave, and leaving
them without money to pay the check.
Erica sipped at her drink, knowing that what she had  written was just the
beginning.
Keith's use of her last month had energized her, and had  demonstrated to
Lisa the commitment involved in submission.  Lisa now obeyed Erica
implicitly,  following her every word.
Erica's journey as a Dominatrix had begun.
"Enter!" commanded Erica.
"Joann Robins is here, Mistress," announced Lisa from  outside the library
doors.
"Conduct her in here."
"Yes, Mistress."
Joann Robins followed Lisa into the library.  It was now Saturday morning
and she had  been collected, placed dark glasses on her eyes, then driven to
Erica's  estate.  She was wearing a loose  sundress, and Erica wondered if
she was wearing any underwear, since she did not  seem to have a visible
pantyline under her clothes.
"Welcome," greeted Erica, "Joann, you may be  seated."
Joann assumed a seat in front of the library desk, and  Lisa remained
standing at her side.  She was clearly nervous, the way that she was clutching
her  handbag.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Have you made your decision?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"What is it to be?"
"I want to serve you, Mistress Erica," softly answered  Joann.
"Thank you, your trust in me shall not be misplaced.  Lisa shall now
conduct you to the  bedroom where you shall be prepared.  Have you done as I
asked, thought deeply about your  sexuality?"
"Yes, Mistress," quickly answered Lisa.
"Lisa," Erica ordered, "please prepare our guest in the  bedroom."
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
Twenty minutes later, Lisa again interrupted Erica.  Except that this time
it was to bring  Joann back to the library.  The  woman was now naked, with
a collar around her neck, and leather bracelets on her  wrists and ankles.
Her wrists were  locked behind her back, but her feet were not hobbled.  She
had brought a pair of modest heels  with her on Janet's orders, and they
were now locked upon her feet by a series  of small leather straps.
"Thank you, Lisa.  You may release Joann's hands, and lock her collar to
the school  desk.
Erica had pushed the leather chairs off to one side, and  had placed and
locked a school desk that she had purchased directly in front of  her library
desk.  On the desk was a  lined legal pad, and a pen and pencil.
Lisa did as she was instructed, and her charge was now  locked to the
motionless desk, which was in turn locked to the floor.  Joann would not be going
anywhere  soon.
"Before you begin serving me, Joann, you are ordered to  write a sexual
biography of yourself.  Your sexual experiences the fantasies that you have
about yourself and  others.  Especially those that  involve serving a Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"I shall leave you alone in the library, and you may call  Lisa or myself
if you want a drink or have to go to the bathroom.  You must write, or else I
shall not use  you, do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"One last order, you must select a safeword.  That will be your choice."
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica and Lisa then walked out of the library, leaving  Joann alone to her
thoughts and writing.  She had pulled at the desk and her chain on Erica's
orders, and found  them to be implacable.  She was a  prisoner until
released.
After three hours of working, and one call for a drink,  Joann called and
asked that Erica return to the library.  Joann had written about a dozen
pages in  a clear distinctive handwriting that Erica would have no problem
reading.
"Excellent," complimented Erica, "thank you,  Joann."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Lisa, take Joann to the kitchen, and give her  lunch.  I'm going to read
what she  has written, and then have her clean house with you as instructed.
 I'll check on your progress a little  later."
"Yes, Mistress," replied Lisa as she unlocked Joann from  the school desk.
Erica sat down behind the desk to read, and she wondered  just how Joann
would take to being ordered around by a Maid dressed in black  satin.  But
that would be after her  lunch, of course.
In the past few weeks, Erica had sketched out the broad  outlines of how
she would conduct herself as a Domme.  She would primarily service the wealthy
 women of Greenwich and the environs of Connecticut and New York.  Though
if someone interesting came along  who couldn't pay her for the exclusive
services that she offered, that would be  forgiven.  Perhaps payment was too
strong a word, she would instead use the word "gift."
Erica read Joann's bio after lunch in the library.  Joann may have been a
wealthy woman with  her name in the society pages, but she hadn't said
anything when Lisa ordered  her to put on an apron over her nakedness and assist
her in house  cleaning.
Having Joann come on Saturday morning really didn't allow  for enough time
for her training.  Erica decided that from now on she would have a prospect
come on Friday  night.  There was barely enough time  to have her outfitted,
do a few chores with Lisa, then serve a meal or two, and  have a session on
Saturday night before she would have to leave the next  day.
That was going to be all part of her decisions as a  Domme, and Mistress of
her House.
"Mistress?"
Joann had been called from her chores by Erica, and was  now kneeling in
front of her on the library carpet.  The apron had been left in the kitchen,
and she was naked once again.
"I have read your biography, and have found you  suitable.  You have a
desire for  submission, and you want your body used by a Mistress.  Is that
correct?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"I gave you an order in the library besides writing down  your bio.  Do you
remember what that  was?"
"I had to choose a safeword, Mistress."
"Have you chosen one?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress.  I would like my safeword to be passion."
"Very good choice, Joann."
Erica looked at her watch.  It was already five, and Dinner had been
scheduled for seven.  That had left  enough time for Joann's first use, which
would be just a prelude for her real  use later that evening in the Dungeon.
"You told me that the first time you had been physically  used was in the
club, a man had taken down your riding breeches and used a crop  on your
behind.  Is that  correct?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And you have been spanked as well?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And how did you feel after both incidents?"
"I enjoyed them, Mistress Erica," replied Joann, her  cheeks blushing red.
"Good," said Erica as she rose to her feet, then walked  over to the
couch, a hairbrush in her hand.
Erica noted the Joann suddenly grew nervous at the sight  of the wooden
hairbrush in the hands of her Mistress.  What was before just an innocuous
household object was now something quite different in the hands of a  Domme.
"Drape yourself over my knees," ordered Erica as she sat  on the couch,
the brush in her hands.
"Have I done anything wrong.........Mistress?" protested  Joann.
"No you haven't, Joann.  So far, you have obeyed all of my orders
perfectly.  Your reward then shall  be your first use, a mild one on your bottom.
So get on my knees, your training has  just begun."
Meekly, Joann rose to her feet, then placed herself  gingerly over Erica's
lap.  Erica  admired her fine body, perfect figure and skin.  She had
decided that she would not  invade Joann sexually until after her first spanking.
"Prepare to be spanked."
"Yes, Owwww!" shouted Joann as the hairbrush struck her  bottom.
Erica had begun with a mild stroke, one that was barely  harder than if
Joann had fallen to the ground.  Her shock was mainly due to the surprise  that
she felt on having her bottom used by a Mistress for the first  time.
"Owww!
"Owwww!
"Owwww!
Erica would strike Joann's bottom in one place, then move  on to another.
Just a few weeks  before, she had seen Joann's picture in the paper in the
society pages.  Now the same woman, a socialite, was  draped over knees being
spanked.
"Owww!
"Owww!
"Owww!
"Owww!" cried Joann each time that the hairbrush struck  her behind.
Erica had imagined that Joann would rise to her feet,  screaming about the
indignity of her use by Erica, but instead she remained on  Erica's lap,
absorbing every blow to her bottom and perhaps her dignity as  well.
"Enough," said Erica, "you may kneel."
Erica had moderately used Joann's bottom, so that her  skin was a mild
shade of red.  She  did not want to either use Joann so severely as to frighten
her off, just enough  to make her want more.  Judging from  her response to
a spanking that had consisted of just ten strokes with the  hairbrush, she
was definitely interested in continuing with Erica.
"Very good," complimented Erica.
"Thank you, Mistress," answered Joann, her hair slightly  in disarray and
her entire body excited by the spanking.
"Are you wet?"
"Mistress?" asked Joann in surprise.
"I said, are you wet?  You have permission to touch  yourself."
"I don't, I mean........."
"While you are in my House, you are forbidden to touch  your breasts or
your sex, unless given express permission my myself or  Lisa.  You are also
forbidden to  give yourself an orgasm, or to sexually excite yourself.  Do you
understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"Good, I therefore give you permission to place your hand  between your
legs, and tell me if I have excited you."
Hesitantly, with a huge red blush on her cheeks, Joann  inserted her right
hand between her legs, then moaned slightly as her fingers  penetrated into
her womanhood.
"Ohhh!" cried Joann.
"You may remove your hand," ordered Erica.
When Joann did so, her index and forefinger were coated  with her juices.
Joann, it seemed,  had been stimulated quite easily, by just a mild
spanking.  Erica wondered what the effect that the  crop would have on her.
"Taste yourself."
Have crossed one divide, it was easy to cross  another.  Joann drew her
fingers to  her mouth, and sucked at her own juices from between her legs.
"Very good, Joann," complimented Erica.
"Thank you, Mistress Erica."
"Have you ever masturbated yourself in the presence of  another woman or
man?" asked Erica.
"No, Mistress," replied Joann, embarrassment evident in  her voice.
"Here, you shall learn how to do just that, on my  command."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now go and rejoin Lisa in the kitchen.  You are to prepare Dinner with
Lisa,  then serve me in the Dining Room.  Later this evening, you shall be used.
"
"Thank you, Mistress," said Joann, still kneeling on the  carpet.
"One last thing before you go.  Now that I have used you for the first
time, I have given Lisa permission to discipline you if you fail to obey and
order or make a mistake.  You are to  take her orders as if they were mine,
do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"You have taken your first steps into slavery,  Joann.  Do not disappoint
me.  You have my leave to go."
"Thank you, Mistress."
Erica watched as Joann rose to her feet, bowed, then left  the library.
Joann was clearly  excited and afraid at the same time.  It would be up to
Erica to get her prospect over her worries to make her  comfortable with her
new found submission.
But that was her job as a Domme, of course.  Just as Mistress Judith had
done with  her in NYC, and later Daniel (at least in the beginning) and Keith
had done with  her.
Lisa and Joann had prepared a somewhat elaborate Dinner  for Erica, and it
had all gone off rather well.  Since it was summer, they had prepared  Clam
chowder, and baked flounder with salad, and to drink, white  wine.
Joann had served under Lisa, and she had taken all of her  orders
perfectly.  Erica wished that  she could have had another Domme present, but that
would be for the future.  Time to make friends with other Dommes  and learn
from them, to develop a stable of slaves eager to serve Mistress  Erica.
Erica was served coffee and cake in the Dining Room after  the dishes had
been cleared.  Lisa  and Joann would eat together, then clean up after Dinner
was over.  Lisa would keep Joann busy until she  would be taken down to the
Dungeon to be used.
While finishing her coffee, Erica had a strange thought,  one that rose
unbidden, from her days back on Wall Street: she wondered how many  slaves it
would take to amortize the investment that she had made in the Dungeon  and
all it's contents?
Erica dressed that night in a black PVC Dominatrix dress  that had long
sleeves and the hemline of which ended above her knees.  She had not yet
totally gotten used to  wearing very high heels, so she instead decided on a more
modest pair.  She modeled herself in the mirror,  admiring the way the
fabric molded itself to her figure.
Lisa had taken Joann down to the Dungeon, and was already  down there
waiting for her.  It was  after 10 PM, and Erica had wanted Joann to get a little
rest.  Her slave in training was going to be  having a busy night.
Erica walked down the steps, only wishing that the  Mansion had an elevator
installed to reach the second floor as well.  Still, it was exciting to
wear a fetish  dress in her House, to feel the PVC hug itself to all of her
curves.
She took the elevator downstairs, then walked into the  Dungeon.  There,
just as she had  ordered, was Lisa and Joann.
Lisa was dressed in a black satin Maid's outfit with  black hose and a pair
of matching heels.  The outfit was cinched mildly tightly around her waist,
which expanded  her bust.  Erica wondered if she  should buy a corset or
basque for her to wear, since she had already bought some  for herself.
Joann was naked, and kneeling on the floor.  Her hands were locked behind
her back,  and she was wearing a blindfold and ballgag, and Lisa was holding
onto a leash  that was attached to her collar.  Her prospect was already
quite helpless.
"Very good, Lisa," complimented Erica.
"Thank you, Mistress."
Joann stayed silent in her position, then Erica signaled  for Lisa to
remove her blindfold.  Joann blinked in the sudden light as her vision was
restored to  her.
Her eyes registered surprise as she took in the tableau  in front of her,
as she recognized the various devices that were now before  her.
"You may remove her gag."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Thank you, Mistress," said Joann when the ball was  removed from her
mouth.
"Do you recognize what these things are?" asked  Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do you submit to me of your own free will, without  coercion or duress?"
asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"That I shall have the freedom to use your body in any  way I choose while
you are here?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"That you will remain silent about what happens to you  here?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"That you have consented to be my slave?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Then prepare to be used," said Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," replied Joann, softly.
"Lisa, tie her to the to the post," ordered  Erica.
The post was something that Erica had seen in a catalog  and had ordered.
It was more like  an inverted T, and a slaves arm's could be bound behind
her and attached to the  post, and her bracelets on her ankles would be bound
to the ends of the  bar.  This would make her breasts  protrude, and leave
her sex exposed to whatever Erica could devise.
Once secured, Erica selected a riding crop with a leather  piece at the
end.  It would leave a  red mark and sting, but not really hurt.  But it was
perfect for introducing a new prospect to the crop.
"I shall crop you first, Joann."
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica began by using the crop on Joann's breasts.  Every time that the
leather struck her,  Joann emitted a low moan.  Erica  struck her breasts,
shoulders, stomach, thighs, and lightly on her  sex.
She delivered her strokes in-groups of five, paused, then  began again.
Erica wanted Joann to  slowly get used to the crop, and began with a series of
very mild strokes that  she soon increased in intensity and strength.
"Ahhh!" cried Joann.
"Are you excited, slave?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress, yes!"
"Then I will continue, however," paused Erica.
Erica reached out and pinched Joann's right nipple, which  had grown hard
from her sexual excitement from having been cropped.  Then she reached down,
and ran her  fingers through Joann's pussy hair, and stroked her Venus
mound.
"How pretty a woman you are, yet you long to be whipped  and disciplined by
a Mistress.  That  lovely skin of yours will bear the marks of my lash and
crop, and be virgin no  more.  Have you ever been to bed  with a woman?"
asked Erica.
"Just once, Mistress."
"Then in this House you shall also learn how to please  your Mistress in
bed.  But that will  be later."
"Ohhhh!" cried Joann as Erica gently inserted her index  finger inside
Joann's cuntlips, making her squirm and moan.
"Your body belongs to me now, Joann.  I will use you in any way that I
desire."
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
Erica then made Joann suck her juices off of her finger,  then used the
crop on her a few more times, leaving a series of red marks on her  skin.
Joann moaned and pulled at  her bonds without effect, and she looked like she
was about to cry, but did  not.
"Kiss the crop and thank your Mistress," ordered Erica  when she had
finished.
"Thank.........Thank you, Mistress Erica," stuttered Joann, in  shock from her
first real use.
"Lisa, hang Joann from the ceiling.  I shall flog her next," calmly
described  Erica.
The use of the word "flog" had clearly disturbed  Joann.  As Lisa took her
down from  the post, then secured her wrists to the ceiling chain, Erica
had glanced into  the woman's eyes.  Though Joann said  nothing, and meekly
submitted as she was again made helpless, Erica could just  image what horrors
must be going through her mind.
Once a spreader bar had been locked to Joann's ankles,  Lisa had activated
the motor and pulled her taut.  Her feet were still resting on the  floor,
but now Joann was straight as a ruler.
Erica removed a flogger made of a soft felt  material.  It would strike the
 flesh, and leave a mark.  But not  really sting or hurt.
"Kiss the flogger," ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Joann as she did as she was  told.
"You are ordered to count each stroke."
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
"Four!"
"Five!"
As she delivered each stroke Erica carefully watched  Joann's facial
expressions.  In the  beginning, Joann had been very scared.  But after a few
strokes, when she had realized that the flogger would not  strip the skin from
her, Joann had relaxed.  She pulled at her chains, the muscles  visible under
her skin.  But the  fear slowly had dissipated.
"Eight!"
"Ten!"
"Twelve!"
"Fifteen!"
Since this was her first real use, Erica did not want to  scare Joann.  On
Monday morning, she  wanted Joann to gaze at her marks with pride and she
had been courageous enough  to take them onto her body, and to want to return.
 Her strokes were modest, and stung, and  left a mark behind.  Their mild
pain  had been transmuted into pleasure.
"Twenty!" yelled Joann, slightly her voice slightly  hoarse from counting
out each stroke.
"Very good Joann," complimented Erica, "very good,  indeed."
"Thank you, Mistress," panted Joann.
"Lisa, please take Joann upstairs, clean her up, then  chain her at the
foot of my bed?  I'll want her about forty five minutes."
"Yes, Mistress Erica," smartly answered Lisa.
Erica presented the flogger to Joann, who kissed it  without having to be
told.  From the  way that Joann was pulling at her chains, Erica knew that
Joann was now excited  sexually in a way that she had never been before.  If
the mild cropping and spanking that  her boyfriend had done before had made
her wet, her first use in the Dungeon had  brought her to a new level of
sexual energy.  It would be up to Erica to provide a  release.
"Lisa, make sure that she doesn't touch her nipples or  her pussy, could
you?  I don't want  her to climax," ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"Thank you Lisa, I shall be in the library."
Just after Midnight, Erica entered her bedroom.  Joann was kneeling on the
carpet, naked  and bound, as per her instructions.  Erica had spent the time
in the library reading while Lisa had prepared  her slave.
Erica stripped off the PVC dress, and hung it in the  closet.  Then she
walked into the  bathroom, and quickly washed the sweat off her.  She dried
herself, then emerged back to  the bedroom.
"Are you ready to serve your Mistress in bed?" asked  Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica unlocked Joann's collar chain, then her  wrists.  She lay down on the
 bedcovers, then opened her thighs.
"Please your Mistress, else the crop awaits."
Erica was more than pleased to discover that she did not  have to use the
crop to encourage Joann.  The woman was insatiable once she began to suck and
lick at Erica's  pussy, and drove her Mistress to one climax after another.
Then Erica used her own mouth and lips and released all  of Joann's pent-up
sexual energy in one shattering sexual climax after  another.  Then Erica
used a dildo,  which she pushed deep into Joann's sex, making her moan and
buck with one climax  after another.
Erica failed to notice what time they finally stopped  making love, but she
didn't much care either, since she was exhausted.  She looked at Joann, who
had fallen  asleep first, and the woman had a pleased expression on her
face.  Even if her collar had been locked to a  chain from a ringbolt on the
wall.
"Will she be back, Mistress?" asked Lisa as they watched  the car drive
away with Joann in the back seat.
Joann had been bathed the next morning and had breakfast  with Lisa, then
she had been ushered into the library for a exit interview with  Erica.
Erica had asked her all kinds of questions about her use,  and she was sure
that Joann had replied truthfully.  The woman had enjoyed her first taste
of  slavery, and had wanted more.
"Yes," answered Erica, "she'll be back."
What Erica had not counted on was that after a few months  of use, Joann
would ask if she could send some of her girlfriends to be used by  Erica, to
experience submission.  Mistress Erica and her Maid Lisa would be very busy
in the months to  come.

Chapter 9: The Other End  of the Crop - Part One: The Contract Fulfilled -
Friday September 11,  1998
While Janet was not supposed to put in an appearance at  her job at Xylex,
she had forgotten some papers in her office and decided to  drop in and
retrieve them so she could work over the weekend.
She had dressed in a DKNY blouse and skirt, unlike her  usual blue business
suit.  Janet had  carried her briefcase (black leather, of course) inside
the building, and  intended to be no more than ten minutes within her office.
"Coffee, Janet?" asked her secretary, Clara.
Janet had to stop herself for verbally disciplining Clara  for not calling
her Mistress.  She  had to remember that she wasn't at home now, and that
Clara wasn't her  slave.  She was a secretary that she  shared with three
other executives.
"Yes, thank you," answered Janet, frustrated that she was  unable to find
the papers that she had been searching for.
After a few minutes more, Janet gave up and slammed the  desk drawer
closed.  She wanted her  coffee now, and wondered what was causing the delay.
She walked outside her office, furious and angry at not  finding her
papers, and wanting her caffeine fix.  But her anger melted away when she
approached Clara's desk.
"Oh!" said Janet.
Standing next to her secretary's desk was Clara's  daughter, Amy.  Clara
had just shown  the pictures around the office last week of her little girl's
fifth birthday  party.
"I'm sorry, Janet.  I got busy with Amy here.  My  sister will be over to
take her for the day and........."
"That's all right, Clara.  Your daughter is more important than my  cup of
coffee," said Janet as she poured herself a cup from the machine next to
Clara's desk.
Janet glanced at her secretary's desk, at the family  picture of Clara, her
husband, and their two children.  She often stared at the picture, looking
at her secretary's family.
"I'll just go back to searching, Clara," said  Janet.
"Yes, Janet, call me if you need anything," answered  Clara.
Exhaling when she searched through her file cabinets, she  wondered if
family life would have been in store for her had she not asked Sally  to liven
up her sex life.
Would Janet now be in Clara's place, a secretary with a  husband and a
couple of children?  Instead of Dominatrix, being a wife and mother (not that
those roles were  mutually exclusive, she had met couples with a Domme wife
and submissive  husband) living an extraordinary domestic life.
Now here she was, Dominatrix, and Corporate Executive,  who still couldn't
find that damn file!
"Shit!" she said aloud.
The file that she had been looking for was inside of  another file, which
was why she couldn't find it.  It was just one back from being where it
should have been, but her own frustration had prevented her from seeing  it.
Janet grabbed the damn file and a couple of others, and  threw them in her
case and locked it shut.  She drained the coffee in one swallow, then
pitched the disposable cup  into the wastebasket.
"All done, Janet?" asked Clara when Janet passed her  desk.
"Yes, thank you."
"You should have been here yesterday, and heard all the  commotion."
"Really, about what?"
"There's some gossip about someone buying our stock.  Not just here in New
York, but also on the Philadelphia exchange as well."
"Well, that is all well and good, but I have a project to  do," said
Janet.
"Good-bye, Janet."
"Good-bye, Clara," answered Janet as she left her  job.
She was going to have a busy night with Cheryl, so Janet  wanted to get as
much work done as possible beforehand.  What she really wanted to do was to
just  go for a nice long drive in the Miata, with the top down and the wind
blowing in  her face.
It was getting a little hard for Janet to conceal Cheryl  from her closest
Domme friend.  She  and Stephanie were very close, sharing almost
everything.  They would lend slaves to one another,  so that the slave could
experience a different Mistress.
When they went out on their last Dinner date, Stephanie  had asked why
Janet was always busy on the weekends.  She had told her that she was training a
 new slave, which had proven to be a mistake, for now Stephanie was very
curious.  Even asking when the new  girl would be loaned to her.
BEEP!
The car horn that went off behind her broke Janet's chain  of thought about
Cheryl, bringing her back into the real world.  Janet pressed on the gas,
and continued  driving.
`All right, Cheryl, you've been a good slave so far,'  Janet thought to
herself, `let's see how you perform now.'

With the coming of September, the temperature had gotten  colder.  The
library windows were  now kept mostly closed, though Janet would open them a
crack to get some fresh  air inside.
When she had a slave in the house naked, all of the  windows were closed
and the house kept warm, so that the slave would not catch a  chill.  If Janet
wanted some fresh  air, she would take a walk outside by herself.
"You may enter, Cheryl," ordered Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," replied Cheryl from the library  doors.
Cheryl was already collared and naked, and Tina had gone  to attend to
something.  It was  late, past ten, since Cheryl asked to be picked up later
than usual for a  personal reason.
It was too late, Janet thought, to go down to the Dungeon  for a scene, and
she was a little tired after working all day.  Tina had even had to force
her to eat  lunch; she had been so busy.
"Sit down," ordered Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Ever since July, when you gave me trouble on those 2  weekends, you have
been a model slave.  You have taken all of my sessions without complaint, you
have served me  well in bed, and have read all of the books on submission
that I have ordered  you to read."
"Thank you, Mistress.  I want to be a good slave," calmly  explained
Cheryl.
"Just like that, like you were buying a new  dress."
"Mistress?"
"I have had submissives who have agonized for weeks over  why they are
here, to be used as a slave by me.  Who cannot reconcile their feelings with
the way that they have been brought up by society to behave."
"I don't understand, Mistress."
"You planned all of this very carefully, Cheryl," accused  Janet.
"I choose not to respond, Mistress."
"You probably read a lot about submission, trained  yourself at home with
sex toys, were photographed nude, perhaps even hired a  Domme to use you a
few times.  Why?"
"As I said in June, Mistress Janet, I wanted to be  trained by you alone."
"You have surrendered your clothes and your dignity, have  had your flesh
striped and your body invaded sexually, all because you wanted me  for your
Mistress?"
"Yes, Mistress Janet."
Janet sat back in her chair, the leather rustling when  she shifted her
weight.  The chair  squeaking in response as well.
"There are many Dommes who play games with their subs  that can be rather
harmful or embarrassing," Janet began, "one Domme I know has  constructed a
special panty composed of a small dildo rigged to a beeper and  power pack.
When she wants her  slave to call her, off goes the dildo giving the slave
a climax at what could be  a very sensitive moment.  Another  will go out to
Dinner with her slave, and leave her there with the check and no  money."
"Mistress, what does that have to do with me?"
"I used you very harshly last week, didn't I?"
"Yes, Mistress," quickly answered Cheryl.
"You still carry my marks, don't you?"
"Of course, Mistress."
"What if tomorrow I were to order you to dress, take you  to a dress shop
and have you try on clothes?  So that the sales help would see your  marks
when you were in your underwear?  Also have you wear my collar with just the
single front ring.  Would you do so, humiliate yourself in  public?"
"I don't know, Mistress," answered Cheryl, visibly  shaken.
"I don't play those kind of games, Cheryl.  Whatever I do occurs within
the  boundaries of this house, or if I loan a slave to another Domme, or if I
take a  slave to a play party.  I only use a  slave with their consent.  But
I  don't play games with my slaves, even if other Dommes consider me a bit
conservative and dull."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Are you satisfied with your training?" asked  Janet.
"Yes, Mistress, very much.  Thank you."
"Is this what you desired in your job as a Corporate  Executive back home,
to be stripped naked and used by a Dominatrix?"
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl.
"To be a slave?" demanded Janet.
"Yes, Mistress.  To be a slave."
"It's rather late this evening, and I'm a bit tired.  I have decided that I
'll use you now in  the library instead of the Dungeon."
"Yes Mistress Janet, whatever you desire."
"I want you to get on the black leather footstool, face  down," ordered
Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
Cheryl obediently rose from her seat and walked the  couple of steps, and
draped herself over the footstool as ordered.  Janet opened a desk drawer,
and removed  four coils of rope and four smaller pieces, a red ballgag, a
riding crop, and a  dildo.
Janet then pushed her chair back, and stood up, carrying  everything in two
handfuls. She placed them on a table next to the  footstool.
She then began to rope Cheryl's arms and legs to the legs  of the
footstool.  First she wrapped  the rope a few times around, then knotted and pulled
it tight. Then she used  another piece, and cinched the ropes, pulling them
tighter.  It had taken Janet plenty of time to  learn just how to use rope
without cutting off a person's circulation. Which was  why she preferred the
familiar cuffs of leather and steel.
Once Cheryl had been roped to the footstool, Janet  buckled the ballgag in
her mouth, silencing her slave.
"Mmmmmph!" cried Cheryl.
"The footstool is a quite sensuous little piece of  equipment," described
Janet, "and it was Mistress Stephanie who introduced me to  it the first
time.  But I was a  slave then, of course."
Janet watched in amusement as Cheryl rubbed her breasts,  stomach, and
thighs against the black leather.  She clearly liked the aroma of the  polished
leather, and how it felt against her skin.
"Mmmmmph!"
Janet reached under Cheryl's bound form, and began to  pinch and play with
her captive's nipples, which were already hard and  erect.  Cheryl was
clearly  excited.
"It's rather good to bind a slave to, since I can do all  sorts of things
with you, can't I?"
"Mmmmmph!" Cheryl emitted a long low moan from behind the  gag.
"Wet, aren't you?" asked Janet, "and hot also, but not  quite ready yet.
Since you've been  such a good slave to train, let's see just how much
control you have been able  to learn."
Janet displayed for Cheryl the dildo, which was a  regular, sized one.
"I am not going to make you come or climax, Cheryl, that  is not now my
objective.  Rather,  I'm going to insert the dildo in your sex, and you're
going to learn to hold it  inside."
Cheryl squealed as Janet slowly pushed the dildo into  Cheryl's sex, then
left it there instead of simulating sex.
"There now, that's good.  Now I want you to hold it inside,"  ordered
Janet, "clamp those cunt muscles of yours around the dildo, and hold it  in
place."
"Mmmph!" cried Cheryl.
Janet again sat behind her desk, and she had a clear view  of Cheryl's
bound form on the footstool.
"I'll even give you a little piece of advice,  Cheryl.  Don't rub yourself
against  the leather, you won't excite yourself that way."
"Mmmmph!"
Janet watched with wry amusement as Cheryl struggled to  keep herself from
climaxing with the dildo inside her.  She remembered her own struggles of
control when Stephanie had bound her in the position.  Then she had succeeded
in keeping the  dildo inside her, even as Mistress Blanca had paddled her.
"Very good, Cheryl," complimented Janet.
"Mmmmmph!"
"You make too much noise, Cheryl.  There is, of course, a second part to
being roped to the footstool."
Suddenly, Cheryl had stopped moaning from behind the  gag.
"Shall I use the paddle, my hand, or the riding crop?"  asked Janet.
"Mmmmmph!" cried Cheryl.
"Definitely the paddle," quickly said Janet.
>From the desk, Janet procured a leather paddle, which she  held in her
hands as she displayed it to Cheryl.
"You must keep the phallus inside your sex, Cheryl.  If you come and it
slips out, I can  think of all kinds of nasty things that I can do with you."
Janet stood over Cheryl, holding the paddle in her hands,  flexing the
black leather, her fingers a nice contrast against a dark  background.
"You told me earlier that you wanted be a slave, Cheryl,"  said Janet, "
prepare to be used."
Crack!
Crack!
Janet made sure not to strike Cheryl too hard with the  paddle.  She didn't
want Cheryl to  panic, and since she was gagged, Janet kept a very close
eye on her.  Rather, Janet wanted Cheryl to be able  to keep the shaft in her
sex.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
The paddle had been her first introduction to Mistress  Blanca, her lawyer.
 But all she  knew then was that Blanca had been Stephanie's guest that
night, and she had  tested Janet's limits of control.
Crack!
Crack!
Janet stopped to run her hand over Cheryl's reddened  bottom, feeling the
heated skin.  The shaft was still inside Cheryl's thighs, and Janet touched
it  slightly.
"Mmmmph!" cried Cheryl.
"We continue."
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Janet made certain to use a different spot each time,  never striking the
same place twice.  She had specially avoided using Cheryl's bottom last week,
just so that  she could use it this week.
Crack!
Crack!
"Very good, Cheryl," complimented Janet, "ten strokes  with the paddle and
you've kept the shaft in your sex."
Janet placed the paddle on the floor and unbuckled  Cheryl's ballgag.
Cheryl took deep breaths when the ball was freed from her  mouth.
"Thank you, Mistress," panted Cheryl.
"You're welcome, Cheryl.  I generally don't like to use a slave  when
gagged unless they have a signal or I'm very close at hand."
Almost casually, Janet reached between Cheryl's legs,  held onto the shaft,
and began a slow steady rhythmic motion with the  phallus.  Cheryl
immediately began  to moan and buck, since now Janet wanted her to climax.
"You may now come," ordered Janet.
Once Janet had given her permission, Cheryl climax, and  with her limited
freedom of movement, impaled herself on the phallus.  She moaned, and made
sounds of pleasure  as one orgasm after another coursed through her body.
"Aaaaaah!" cried Cheryl.
"Very good, Cheryl."
Janet began the slow process of releasing Cheryl.  Rope, while more
confining and intimate  than cuffs, took longer to both bind and release that the
snap locks or padlocks  that she usually used.
"You may kneel," Janet ordered.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Legs apart, hands on your knees."
Cheryl did as she was instructed.  Janet looked at her watch, and found
that it was near Midnight.
"Are you a slut, Cheryl?" Janet asked.
"Mistress?"
"I asked you if you were a slut, Cheryl.  Were you predisposed to being a
slave  even before you came to me to be trained?  Did all your research into
submission excite you and make you  wet?"
"I'm not a slut, Mistress."
"So the Corporate woman finally speaks, does she?" Janet  taunted, "then
you have certainly fooled me, since you now act like any of my  other slaves."

Cheryl stayed silent, and Janet walked over to her and  placed her thumb
and index finger under Cheryl's chin and raised her head to  directly look
into Janet's eyes.
"Before you came here this evening, you rouged your  aureole and perfumed
yourself as Tina has taught you.  You know how to satisfy a woman, since
Tina has shown you that as well.  I  have given you pain and pleasure from the
lash and crop.  Your sex is wet from just the sight of a  riding crop.  And
you are kept naked  and collared.  You're a slave and a  slut, Cheryl."
"No!" cried Cheryl as she buried her face in her hands,  the leather of
her bracelets a stark contrast against her skin.
"There comes a time," Janet lectured Cheryl, who was  still crying, "when
every woman who enters my service finally realizes what she  has become.  You
're a slave,  Cheryl.  You hold your body proudly  as one, you wear my
collar and take my discipline."
Cheryl sobbed quietly on the floor.
"You have achieved what you came here for, Cheryl.  You're my slave,"
concluded  Janet.
Instead of spending the night with Janet, Cheryl instead  was allowed to
clean herself up and spent the night in a bedroom by herself,  unchained.
While Janet could have  taken her to bed and used her without mercy, instead
she knew that Cheryl's  realization of what she had finally become would have
a far greater effect than  any number of strokes with a riding crop.
Janet left Cheryl in a bedroom, quietly sobbing to  herself.
Sleep eluded Janet, and she lay quietly in bed.  She glanced at the
doorframe, and saw  silhouetted against the blackness the figure of a woman.  In
the dim moonlight, she could make out  that she was nude.
"Mistress?" asked Tina softly; "may I join  you?"
Janet did not reply, but instead opened the covers.  Tina got into bed with
her Mistress, and  enfolded her in her arms.
"Tina, I'm sorry that I've been neglecting you,"  explained Janet.
"Hush, Mistress," ordered Tina as she kissed Janet on the  lips.
Tina unbuttoned Janet's silk pajamas, exposed her nude  body.  She gently
ran her fingertips  over Janet's breasts, Venus mound, and sex, exciting
Janet quickly.  Janet pulled Tina closer to her, their  hot breaths mingling
together.
They made quiet, leisurely and passionate love under the  covers.  Janet
did not need, or  want, to use a crop or phallus.  Instead they serviced each
other, then tasted themselves on each other's  lips.
Tina rested on Janet's shoulder after their lovemaking,  and Janet ran her
fingers through her lover's hair.  Janet then lovingly stroked Tina's nude
body under the sheets.
"Thank you, Tina," softly said Janet.
"I love you, Mistress."
"I love you too, Tina," answered Janet as she fell  asleep, her slave and
lover in her arms.

Part Two: Pillows Don't  Have Safewords - Saturday September 12, 1998
In the morning, Tina had released Cheryl from the bedroom  to perform her
toilet.  The pillow  was wet with her tears, though the sheets were clean.
Evidently Cheryl had not sexually  stimulated herself to orgasm without Janet'
s permission.
Tina and Cheryl had served Janet breakfast in the Dining  Room, then Janet
had gone to change into a sports bra and shorts, and spent the  rest of the
morning in the exercise room.  She had turned on the stereo to play a
classical station, and exercised  to the sounds of Bach and Beethoven.
Once Janet had finished, and recorded her progress on a  clipboard in the
room, she went in search of a soda.  Her body was covered in sweat, and she
wanted a shower.
"Mistress, can I help you?" asked Cheryl as she snapped  to attention from
a seat at the kitchen table.
"No thank you, Cheryl," answered Janet as she removed a  can of Coke from
the refrigerator, popped the top, and took a long swallow of  its contents.
"Mistress, why didn't you chain me in the bedroom last  night?" asked
Cheryl.
"Because I didn't need to," Janet answered, "you're  already bound to me
with something stronger than steel."
"Mistress?"
"Your slavery, Cheryl.  You are a different person now than when  you
entered this house," Janet answered calmly.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl.
Janet drained the last of the soda in a couple of  swallows, then washed
out the can and placed it in a container that they kept  for recycling.
"Would Mistress Janet like to bathed by her slave?"  offered Cheryl.
"Yes, Cheryl, thank you, that would be very  nice."
Janet sat back in the tub, with Cheryl attending to  her.  The water had
been scented by  a cube of lilac bath salts, and Janet relaxed closing her
eyes.
She had used the exercise equipment to work off some  calories and
frustrations, and had worked up a good sweat.  While it was true that she had quite
a  bit of work to do, she had decided to take Cheryl up on her offer to
bathe her  Mistress.
Tina had been training her as a Domestic, so she would  learn how to serve
a Mistress in all ways.  Including bath girl and Janet smiled when she
realized how Tina had  taught Cheryl to pamper her during training.
Now Cheryl could demonstrate what she had learned, and  she soaped and
washed Janet's nude figure, then waited as Janet soaked away her  frustrations
in the tub.
Afterwards, she dried and set Janet's hair, clipped and  polished her
nails, then finally massaged her Mistress on a table.  Janet had asked Tina to
delay lunch,  since she did not want to rush Cheryl.  She had wanted to see if
Cheryl had learned her lessons, which indeed she  did.
"Thank you," said Janet as she rose from the massage  table, nude.
"You're welcome Mistress," replied Cheryl, kneeling on  the floor.
Janet pulled a robe around her nude body, then slippers  on her feet.  She
looked at herself  in the mirror, and was very pleased.
"You have done very well in serving your Mistress,  Cheryl.  For that I
have arranged a  surprise for you this evening.  Go  and tell Tina I shall
dress and then you can serve lunch.  You are about to enter a new phase in  your
slavery."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl, as she rose to her  feet, then left
Janet alone in the exercise room.
Janet had been bathed in the bathroom of the downstairs  bedroom and then
they had gone to the exercise room where the massage table was  located.  The
sauna had been  installed in the next bedroom, leaving just two full
bedrooms  downstairs.
Lunch was a simple affair, just salad, soup, and a  sandwich.  She had
decided to wear a  simple blue denim dress around the house, something a little
heavier than light  summer clothing.
Cheryl had been given some time off, and had spent the  afternoon reading
and sleeping.  She  had performed the rest of her chores with Tina, staying
silent most of the  time.
Janet noted that Cheryl cringed slightly whenever she sat  down, a reminder
of the paddling that she had received yesterday.  Her bottom was going to
be a little sore  for days to come, which would serve to keep the memory of
Janet's use fresh in  her mind.  Even when she would be  wearing clothes.
Nothing else happened until after Cheryl and Tina had  eaten and the Dinner
dishes were washed and in the drying rack.  The gate buzzer sounded, and
Janet  pressed the switch to admit a car.
The car followed the driveway, then parked in the open  space next to the
garage next to the house, near Janet's Toyota.  The door opened, and a
smartly dressed  woman emerged, and made her way up to the landing, then pressed
the  doorbell.
"Good evening, Valerie," greeted Janet to her  guest.
"Mistress Janet," greeted the woman, who kissed Janet on  the cheek.
"Thank you for coming on such short notice," said  Janet.
"Anything that my Mistress desires."
"You already know Tina, and this is Cheryl, one of my  newest slaves."
Valerie removed her jacket, and Cheryl hung it in the  closet, not really
sure just what was going on between Janet and her  guest.
Valerie was in her thirties, and was wearing a white  blouse and red plaid
skirt.  She  stood at five feet five, wore flats on her feet, stockings, and
carried a small  handbag.
"Tina, you may conduct Valerie to the bedroom and prepare  her, I shall
take Cheryl and prepare her myself," Janet ordered.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Please come with me, Cheryl."
Cheryl dutifully followed behind Janet, and they ascended  the staircase to
one of the secondary upstairs bedrooms.  Janet noted on the clock that it
was  already past nine.  Good, since she  did not want to get too early a
start.
"Now hold still," ordered Janet.
Cheryl looked surprised when Janet released her collar,  ankle and wrist
bracelets.  Janet  saw confusion and bewilderment in her eyes.  Good, that was
what she had  intended.
"Mistress?"
The evening before, she had not been chained to the  wall.  Now she had
been divested of  the instruments of her slavery.  She  was now totally naked.
"Go into the closet, and select something to wear,  including a pair of
shoes," ordered Janet, as she sat on the bed.
Cheryl opened the closet, which was smaller than her own  (the closet in
Janet's bedroom was larger than her first apartment); and she  gasped when she
saw that it was filled with the fetishwear that only a Mistress  was
allowed to wear.
"Mistress, I don't understand," commented  Cheryl.
"Every slave of mine is offered the chance to switch, to  use another of my
slaves.  Valerie  has consented to be used by you, after my request."
"I've never held the crop before," protested  Cheryl.
"There's a first time for everything," Janet  observed.
"I just can't, Mistress!"
"You have a choice, Cheryl.  Either use Valerie, or I shall take you  down
to the Dungeon, and give you a session that you will never forget,"
threatened Janet.
"Mistress!"
"Now get dressed, and then you shall help me dress as  well," ordered
Janet, "or else suffer the consequences."
Janet noted the hesitation and indecision in Cheryl's  mind, as she thought
about the offer and threat.  Cheryl stood motionless, clearly  frightened
by what had been offered to her.
"In order to be a slave," Janet began, "you must also  experience what it
means to properly hold the crop yourself.  This is all part of my training,
Cheryl."
"Yes, Mistress," Cheryl hesitantly answered, "I'll do it,  I'll use
Valerie."
"Then get dressed, something simple.  You'll find clothes in your size in
the  closet.  Now go!"
In the end, Cheryl selected a black PVC bra and skirt,  black pantyhose,
and matching shoes.  Janet helped to dress her, making sure that she was
comfortable in her  Domme wear.
"Thank you, Mistress," said Cheryl as she looked at  herself in the
mirror.
"You're welcome, Cheryl, now you may help me dress."
Janet had chosen a sleeveless red PVC Catsuit in  advance.  Not as
confining as the  regular one with sleeves, it was still stunning to wear, and Janet
held still as  Cheryl zipped her up in the back.  She then placed a pair of
knee high boots onto her feet, and Janet made  certain that the garment
fitted her correctly.
She the removed a riding crop from her dresser, and  handed it to Cheryl.
"Mistress?" asked Cheryl with a puzzled look on her  face.
"Strike the pillow a few times with the crop, Cheryl,"  Janet instructed.
"Yes, Mistress."
The crop that Janet had chosen for Cheryl to use was the  one with a broad
leather pad at the end.  She did not want Cheryl to use one where the rod
itself would be used to  strike flesh, since that required experience and
knowledge to use.
Janet watched as Cheryl whacked away at the pillow, which  was an excellent
device to use before using a slave for the first time.  She wondered why
Stephanie had not given  her the pillow first, before she had been allowed to
use Camille.
"Did you ask the pillow for a safeword?" asked  Janet.
"Mistress?"
"Just a joke, Cheryl," Janet smiled in response to  Cheryl's question, "
now that you have learned to be my slave, what must you know  before using
another?"
"I must determine if and how a slave has ever been used  or trained.  How
much use that they  can take, get a bio of their sexual history in order to
understand them.  Establish a safeword and never go beyond  it, and never
hurt or maim," answered Cheryl.
"Very good, Cheryl.  You have learned just as I did, from my Mistress.
Holding a crop in your hands does not  give you the right to abuse or harm,"
said Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good, now we go down to the Dungeon where Tina is  waiting with Valerie."
"Yes, Mistress Janet, and thank you, Mistress," said  Cheryl, swallowing a
lump in her throat.
"You're welcome, Cheryl.  That crop can be left here in the  bedroom, I
have others downstairs.  And if you do something wrong with Valerie, prepare
to suffer a  punishment."
"Yes, Mistress."
Cheryl dutifully followed behind Janet as they walked  down the staircase,
then descended in the elevator down to the cellar  Dungeon.  Janet opened
the heavy  wooden door, and they entered together.
Tina was wearing her regular Maid's outfit of black  satin, and Valerie was
now kneeling naked on the floor, collared with matching  bracelets on her
wrists and ankles.
Janet ascended to her throne like chair, and seated  herself.  Tina walked
over to her  side, attending to her Mistress leaving Cheryl standing next to
 Valerie.
"Do you, Cheryl, understand and accept the  responsibilities that I give
you involved in the temporary use of my slave,  Valerie?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Proceed," ordered Janet.
"How have you been used, Valerie?" asked  Cheryl.
"With the paddle, crop, and flogger Mistress, but I am  not to be used with
the whip."
"Are you gagged during use?"
"No, Mistress."
"What is your safeword?"
"Charm, Mistress."
"Mistress Janet, may I have Tina assist me?" asked  Cheryl.
"Yes, of course.  Tina, please assist Cheryl."
"Valerie, do you accept my use of you?" finally asked  Cheryl.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Tina?" asked Cheryl, not quite believing that she was  now the one giving
the orders in the Dungeon.
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Tie Valerie to the X frame."
"Yes, Mistress."
Cheryl watched in silence as Tina pulled Cheryl to her  feet, then walked
her over to the X Frame, and quickly secured her to it, first  locking her
cuffs, then using a series of straps to tightly tie her to the  wooden beams.
"Mistress, Valerie is now ready," said Tina.
"Thank you, Tina," answered Cheryl.
Cheryl selected a riding crop from the cabinet that was  similar to the one
that Janet had allowed her to use in the bedroom.  She held it in her
hands, feeling the  leather handle that she had oiled herself under Tina's
guidance.
"You may proceed, Cheryl," ordered Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
Cheryl walked over to the X Frame, and held the crop in  her hands.  She
offered the handle  to Valerie's mouth.
"Kiss the handle, slave."
"Yes, Mistress."
Valerie did as she was instructed, her red lips caressing  the woven
leather handle of the crop.  She kissed the handle a number of times before Cheryl
removed it, and  slapped the pad at the end against her hand.
"Prepare to be used, Valerie."
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
"Oooooh!" cried Valerie as the pad struck her  repeatedly.
Cheryl had begun using the crop like every novice.  Her strokes were mild
ones, which barely  made a sound or marked.  She  delivered one after
another, sometimes looking back at Janet.
`Cheryl is nervous as hell,' thought Janet, `that's to be  expected.  But
is there something  else?'
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
"Ahhh!" cried Valerie when Cheryl struck the crop between  her legs.
With each stroke of the crop, Cheryl gained greater  confidence.  Her
strokes were header  and better aimed, and left a red mark wherever the pad
struck Valerie's  body.
Valerie moaned, and pulled at her leather restraints,  putting up a good
show.  The strokes  that Cheryl was using were no more than mild pats to her,
given the sessions  that she had experienced with Janet.  From her seat,
Janet smiled at her slave's performance.  Perhaps next time when she had
Valerie  again under her crop, she would give her slave something to cry  about.
"Does, does this make you wet, Valerie?" asked  Cheryl.
"Yes, Mistress."
Cheryl inserted her free hand between Valerie's legs into  her sex, and
found that the slave wasn't even sexually excited.
"Liar!"
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
"Ohhhhhh!" cried Valerie, with a lot more feeling this  time as she was
repeatedly struck with the crop time and again.
>From her seat, Janet guessed that Cheryl had delivered  about thirty
strokes before she finished and presented the handle again to  Valerie to kiss.
"Thank you, Mistress," panted Valerie.
"Do not release her yet," ordered Cheryl.
Cheryl replaced the crop in the cabinet, then placed a  number of objects
in her hands.  She  walked back over to Valerie, and displayed them to her
captive.
"Have clamps ever been used on you?" asked  Cheryl.
"Yes, Mistress."
Cheryl attached one to Valerie's right nipple, making her  squirm and moan.
 A second was  placed on her left nipple, then Cheryl attached one each to
her pussy  lips.
"Ahhhh!" cried Valerie.
Cheryl ran her hands over Valerie's warmed and reddened  flesh, stroking
the bound girl's naked and exposed figure.  She pulled at the clamps,
eliciting a  response each time from Valerie.
"Aaaaah!"
After about fifteen minutes, Cheryl removed the clamps,  then called Tina
over.
"Hang Valerie from the ceiling and place a spreader bar  on her legs,"
ordered Cheryl.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Tina.
Once Valerie had been confined as ordered, Cheryl stood  in front of her,
holding a flogger in her hands.  Janet had said nothing when Cheryl had
chosen the flogger made of rubber strands.
Unlike the ones made of a softer material like deerskin,  or soft leather,
the rubber flogger was quite severe.  The strands were heavier, and the
edges  sharp.  Used properly, it would  sting and mark.  Used improperly, it
could damage and break the skin.
Janet had used many of her floggers on Cheryl, and Tina  had pointed out
the many different kinds that there were and the possible  effects that they
could have.
Cheryl had grabbed the rubber flogger in haste and  perhaps exasperation at
not getting the desired response from Valerie.  Janet had especially asked
Valerie to be  Cheryl's guinea pig, since she wanted a slave that could
absorb a lot of  pain.
Mistress Janet watched in silence as Cheryl handled the  flogger, and
finally realized what weapon that she had chosen in haste.  The look of
recognition spread across  her face, that this was not one of the softer ones that
she had wanted  instead.
"This is a rubber flogger," began Cheryl, "that is quite  severe.  I want
you to count out  each stroke."
"Yes, Mistress."
Thwack!
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
"Five!"
Janet noted that Cheryl did not put the full strength of  her arm into each
stroke, and she avoided hitting Valerie with just the ends of  the flogger.
 If she did, then each  strand would mark.  Instead, Valerie  was struck
with the length of the strand rather than the tip itself.
"Owwww!" cried Valerie, as she turned her torso to avoid  the sting of the
flogger.
"Eight!"
"Ten!"
"Fourteen!"
"Sixteen, please stop, Mistress!"
"Twenty!" called Valerie.
"Kiss the flogger," ordered Cheryl.
"Thank you, Mistress," panted Valerie, tears falling from  her eyes.
"Ahhh!" suddenly cried Valerie.
"Wet, aren't you?"
While Valerie had been kissing the flogger, Cheryl had  roughly inserted
her fingers into the girl's sex.  The crop had not excited her, but the
flogger had instead.
Valerie's body was now a dull red, and her skin was warm  to the touch.
Cheryl had used the  flogger over every part of Valerie's body, and the girl
was now covered in  sweat, her hair a mess, since she had shaken her head
from side to side during  the flogging.  Cheryl had used  progressively
stronger strokes as the session went on, to bring Valerie up to a  new threshold
beyond her cropping.
"Thank you, Mistress," cried Valerie.
"You're welcome, slave."
Cheryl then replaced the flogger back into the wooden  cabinet, then asked
Tina to take Valerie down.  She helped Valerie over to the bench,  and sat
her down carefully.  Then  she walked over to Janet's chair, and knelt before
her.
"I thank my Mistress Janet for the use of her slave,  Valerie," said
Cheryl.
"You're welcome, Cheryl.  You may take her to bed, if you want,"  offered
Janet.
"Mistress?"
"Don't make me have to repeat myself, Cheryl.  You heard what I said."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you.  I accept the use of Valerie this  evening."
"Very good.  Tina could you take Valerie upstairs and get her cleaned up, I
want to  have a word with Cheryl?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet waited until they were alone, and the heavy door  closed behind them.
"You did very well Cheryl," complimented  Janet.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"You picked the wrong flogger, didn't you.  You chose something in haste
because you  didn't get Valerie to respond to the crop, is that correct?"
accused  Janet.
"Yes, Mistress.  But I recognized my mistake."
"Good, because if you had not, if you had used the rubber  flogger
improperly, I would have stopped you, had you stripped, then hung from  the ceiling
and beat you as you had been beating Valerie."
"I understand, Mistress.  What if she had called her  safeword?"
"Then you would have stopped, of course.  That is absolute."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Give Tina a few minutes, then you may use Valerie in  bed.  Just remember
that one-day I  will ask you to be used by another of my slaves."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good, then we shall walk up together," said Janet.

Janet lay nude on the bed, and Tina straddled her,  massaging her back.
Her fingers kneaded the flesh, and worked out the knots  in Janet's back
muscles.
"That feels so good," complimented Janet.
Tina opened a bottle of scented oil, and began to massage  the oil into
Janet's skin, adding a fragrance to the room.
"Thank you, Tina."
"You're welcome, Mistress."
"When was the last time that I used you, Tina?" asked  Janet.
"I don't remember, Mistress."
"Four weeks ago," answered Janet.
"Let me do your shoulders, Mistress."
"Tomorrow night, Tina, I'm going to give you the  thrashing that you
desire."
"Thank you, Mistress.  I'll be looking forward to it.  Will that be before
or after  Dinner?"
"After, Tina.  But not all that long after," laughed Janet.

>From the Diary of Cheryl  Branford
This weekend Mistress Janet played a cruel psychological  game with me,
that both plunged me into the depths of despair and gave me an  emotional high
as well.
On Friday night, I was not used in the Dungeon, as I  thought I would be.
Instead, Janet  verbally fenced with me, and I did not understand the reason
why.  Then she used me in the library, tying  me to the footstool,
inserting a dildo into my sex, then paddling my  behind.  What made it such an
effective punishment was that I had to keep the dildo inside my sex while my
bottom was being paddled.
Biting on the ballgag in my mouth, I strained with every  ounce of my being
to keep the dildo inside me, and I succeeded.  Afterwards, Janet made me
realize that I  was truly her slave, and I broke down crying.  I spent the
night unchained in a  bedroom, not even bothering to bring myself to climax.
On Saturday I was offered the chance to use another of  Janet's slaves, a
woman named Valerie.  She was one of the prettiest women that I have ever
seen, yet she enjoys  Janet's lash.
I used her, first in the Dungeon, next in bed.  It wasn't until I returned
home that I  realized what I had done.
I am no longer purely submissive, having used another  woman.  I have
experienced, however  briefly, the feeling of power that comes with using
another.
I gaze at the ring on my finger, and my body grows hot  with desire for
Mistress Janet.  If  she were to call, I would run back to her house, and strip
myself of all my  clothes, and beg for her use.
Am I now nothing more than a mouth, a cunt, and an anus  waiting to be
stimulated and used?  Can only the lash and crop bring me to sexual  climax?