The Challenge
Chapter 3: The Interview
Part One: The Gordian Knot
Monday June 8, 1998
Mistress Janet sat behind the library desk, staring at the photographs and
file on the blotter. The pictures and personal information had been
delivered to Janet's estate Monday morning by a messenger service, and Tina
had signed for them and given the large envelope to her Mistress. When
Janet opened the envelope and removed the manila folder, it had taken all
of her strength not to display her shock to Tina.
Instead, she had fled to the sanctuary of the library, and closed the
doors behind her. As long as she was inside, it would take something
important for Tina to intrude. So Janet could study the file in peace, at
least for a while, before she decided on just what to do next.
Inside the folder, which tab bore the label "Branford, Cheryl" was all of
the usual information that Janet would have about a new slave. Pictures of
her, clothed and naked, complete with measurements. A recent medical
report. A lengthy biography, beginning with her date of birth (August
1963), her education (a degree at Stamford University), and a job history.
Lastly, there was a sealed envelope on which was typed "Mistress Janet
Davis."
'How in hell does this woman know what information I need before taking on
a new slave?' Janet thought to herself. 'Everything here but the final
interview and her explanation before going under the lash for the first
time!'
Of course, Janet had written her explanation on her second day in slavery,
after having seen Tiffany used in the Dungeon. Janet, as Mistress, always
provided a demonstration to a new prospect before putting them under the
lash. This gave them a chance to see a scene, and to back out.
A few did, thanking Janet for her honesty. But the rest, just like Janet
herself, had stayed. Then they were forced to write a lengthy bio before
going under the whip. It was, Janet thought, the only really practical way
of working.
Sitting back in her chair, Janet gazed at the pictures, which must have
been taken by a professional photographer. It was the nude photographs of
Cheryl that worried Janet most. She was seen standing up, seated at a
chair, and finally reclining on a couch.
'Why should a woman do that?' Janet asked herself silently, 'to be sent to
a complete stranger? And a Domme at that?'
Janet studied the photographs, trying to connect them to the few seconds
of conversation that she had with Cheryl. She looked carefully at Cheryl's
eyes and face, her body language, the way that she held herself. The
manner that she displayed her bare body, breasts and sex, even her bottom.
'Surely she knows that I am going to mark and use that body of hers, to
stripe and leave welts on her flesh,' Janet thought to herself, 'why?'
What sort of woman, a wealthy woman at that judging by her job history, be
doing forcing herself on Janet? Cheryl lived in California, and Janet
would have to check the address. But it was obvious that she lived in an
affluent manner.
Cheryl could have any Domme she wanted, so why had she come East to impose
herself on Mistress Janet Davis?
The woman was quite pretty, and had a beautiful body. A good figure,
moderate sized breasts, a narrow waist, tight ass, and pretty legs made her
a nice looking girl. An attractive face, with high cheekbones and a mane
of black hair made her quite good looking.
Janet again considered Cheryl's date of birth. Cheryl was 35, and here
she was placing herself in submission to a Mistress. Janet recalled that
she had been 25, and sexually bored, when she had been introduced to
Mistress Erica. Here she was at age 31, a successful Domme, and Cheryl was
older than her by a few years.
So why did this woman want to submit to Mistress Janet Davis? What had
driven her from her home in California to Greenwich? To come out of the
blue, and threaten Janet with exposure.
Why?
If Cheryl had come to her via the usual route, recommendation from another
one of her slaves, or from another Domme, there would have been no problem.
Instead, it was a mystery. And Janet hated mysteries.
"Okay, Mistress Janet, what next?" Janet asked herself.
Janet opened the envelope, and inside was a typed letter. Janet read:
Dear Mistress Janet,
Enclosed you will find all of the usual relevant information that you
require for a new slave in training. If you wish any additional
information, you may contact me and I will gladly provide it.
Under no circomestances are you to reveal my presence to Mistress Blanca
Sanchez and Mistress Stephanie Richards, two Dommes who I know you are
connected with.
Lastly, if I hear that you have engaged any kind of private detective or
law enforcement to check up on me in any way, I will expose you as
promised.
Cheryl Branford
Janet felt like balling up the letter and hurling it across the room.
Ever since she had met Cheryl, she had briefly entertained the idea of
having Cheryl investigated in some manner. However, Cheryl had already
anticipated that avenue!
Exhaling in frustration, Janet got to her feet to pace the library. What
the hell was she going to do now?
In all her time as a Domme, she had never heard of this particular problem
ever coming up. It was one thing to get blackmailed. But Cheryl was
willing to pay her for being trained!
Janet felt boxed in. Every avenue that she would have taken had been
blocked or anticipated by Cheryl Branford. There was only one thing now
that Janet could do, which would be to take Cheryl on and hope for the
best. After all, Cheryl had said that if Janet trained her, then Janet's
position would be safe.
Just yesterday, Janet thought, she had been secure wearing Stephanie's
chains. Today, somehow, nothing seemed secure just now.
Janet seated herself again behind the desk and picked up the cordless
phone, and dialed Cheryl's number.
"Cheryl Branford."
"This is Janet Davis calling."
"I was waiting to hear from you. Did you get my package this morning?"
"Yes," Janet answered.
"Is that all of the usual information that you require?"
"Yes, how did you know?" Janet asked.
"That's my affair," replied Cheryl, "have you made your decision?"
"Yes, I'll do as you ask," Janet softly replied.
"Good. When do you want me to drive over?" Cheryl asked.
"I usually send a car."
"But I know about you, Janet. That won't be necessary."
"Yes it will be. My Maid and assistant, Tina, will know that something's
not right if you just come on your own. I have a standard operating
procedure. And you will be just one more new slave."
"I understand. When do you want me?" asked Cheryl.
"Since I already have your address, tomorrow at 9PM, for an interview.
After that, I'll schedule your first session for the weekend. The car will
be at your place at eight fifteen."
"Thank you," said Cheryl.
"Be prepared to learn," Janet advised.
"I will, Mistress."
Janet then cut the connection, and placed the receiver on the desk. Who
was really in control here? Mistress or slave? Janet sat back in her
chair, comparing just how popular culture made Dominatrixes out to be some
kind of all-powerful Amazons. When in reality, D/s was a complicated
interplay between Dominant and submissive.
But that didn't solve her immediate problem, which was Cheryl Branford.
Janet was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Come," Janet ordered, glad for the interruption.
The door opened to admit Tina, who brought in a tray of coffee and
cookies.
"Mistress, can I offer you something?" asked Tina.
"Thank you Tina, that was very nice," said Janet as she folded the letter
and replaced it inside the envelope, "place the tray on the table, and pull
up a chair."
Tina did as she was ordered, and poured Janet a cup of coffee and selected
a few cookies on a dish, and handed both to Janet. Only after Janet had
taken a few sips of the steaming black liquid and approved did Tina pour a
cup also then sat down as well.
"Why the treat?" asked Janet.
"You seemed a little down, Mistress," Tina answered, concern evident on
her face.
Since she had become a Domme, Janet had become an expert on reading body
language and facial expressions. She had to be, to properly gauge a
slave's reactions. During interviews, under the lash, while being sexually
used, even while sleeping. Janet had learned about the fine line between
pleasure and pain, and what she had to do with her slaves.
"Thank you Tina. I'm sure that you'll quickly replace the five pounds I
lost while being in servitude to Stephanie."
"Yes, Mistress. Is that file for a new slave?" asked Tina, indicating the
pictures on the desk.
"Yes," Janet answered, passing her the pictures and bio.
"Very pretty," commented Tina, "I wonder why she wants to be a slave?"
"We'll know tomorrow when she comes for an interview, and then perhaps
I'll make her stay the weekend to be used."
"Haven't had a novice for a long time, Mistress," observed Tina.
"No, I guess not," smiled Janet in response.
They both finished the coffee and cookies together, and Tina piled the
cups and saucers on the tray.
"Thank you, Tina," said Janet.
"You're welcome, Mistress Janet," Tina answered as she left the library
and closed the door.
In the years that they had been together, Janet had made Tina her
assistant. If Janet had been a selfish, wanton Mistress, she would have
used Tina again in the library for a quick orgasm or two. And Tina, as
slave, would have had to oblige her, delaying her tasks. Tuesday afternoon
Tina had requested that she have off, and Janet had agreed, giving her the
Toyota. Janet even wanted her to have the BMW, but Tina had refused. Tina
would finish up her chores, get dressed, and have a few hours personal
time.
Janet exhaled, and realized that she was behind on writing the reports on
her own slaves. In addition, she had to answer correspondence from other
Dommes. Finally projects from her cover job as well.
It was going to be a long time until tomorrow evening, and Janet was more
scared that she had ever been in her time as a Domme.
* * * * *
Janet and Tina watched the limousine pull up from the front windows. Tina
was dressed in a normal Maid's outfit of black satin, stockings, and modest
heels. Janet had decided that a regular white silk blouse and black
leather skirt would be just fine.
"Conduct our new prospect into the library," Janet ordered, as she walked
to the library.
"Yes, Mistress," said Tina as she walked outside to help Cheryl, who was
wearing the dark glasses that cut off her sight.
Janet closed the library door behind her, then seated herself behind the
desk and turned her chair around so that she was facing outside. In a few
moments, she heard a knock on the doors.
"Enter," Janet ordered.
She heard the footsteps of two people enter the library and come to rest
in front of her desk.
"Mistress Janet, Cheryl Branford is here," said Tina.
"Thank you," said Janet as she swiveled the chair around to face her
companions.
Janet surveyed Cheryl, still as beautiful as she had been the previous
night. She was wearing a blue dress, with a matching handbag and heels.
Her lips were colored with a bright red lipstick, her hair was set, and she
exuded a trace of expensive perfume.
"Welcome. I am Mistress Janet Davis. Tina, you may leave us," ordered
Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," said Tina as she closed the library door.
"Now then. We can be alone, take a seat and we can talk in private."
"Yes, Janet," Cheryl answered.
"That was your first mistake, Cheryl. You must address me as Mistress
while you are in this house."
"I'm sorry, Mistress," answered Cheryl as she seated herself.
"Why are you here?" demanded Janet.
"To serve, Mistress," answered Cheryl.
"You live in California, yet you have come to Connecticut. You are
wealthy enough to have any Domme you want. Why do you want my services?"
"I'm told that you are one of the best Mistress Janet."
"So you have come clear across the country to be my slave? You'll have to
do better than that, Cheryl," criticized Janet.
"I have my reasons which I shall disclose at the proper time," Cheryl
answered.
"Really, and when will that be?" Janet asked.
"At the end of my successful training as your slave, providing you fulfill
my conditions."
"And what would they be?" questioned Janet.
"I ask three things," began Cheryl, "first that you train me like any of
your other slaves. Second that when I'm ready, you loan me to another
Mistress, but not to Blanca or Stephanie. I understand that's quite a
normal procedure to loan out a slave to experience a new Mistress. Third,
when I have been fully trained, I shall extract a price from you. I want
to see just how devoted to the idea of being a Dominatrix you are."
"That's quite a list of demands," countered Janet, "why can't I tell my
two closest friends about you?"
"That's my affair."
"What kind of price are you talking about?" Janet asked, "money?
Blackmail?"
Cheryl opened her designer purse and removed an envelope, which she
lightly tossed onto Janet's desk. It landed, right on target, in front of
Janet.
"I said I was willing to pay," said Cheryl, "I believe that's your usual
fee for taking care of your wealthy clients, Mistress Janet."
"I can still refuse, I don't like any of this," angrily replied Janet.
"I could still expose you," threatened Cheryl.
"Yes, you could. Except that I'm rich enough myself never to have to
worry about working again. It might be a little embarrassing, I would have
to stop for a while, perhaps set up shop elsewhere. But then you wouldn't
get trained by me, would you?"
"That's true, Mistress. So in exchange for my silence, I would like to be
trained, Mistress Janet."
"If I accept, your silence in exchange for training, then you must be like
all of my other slaves. You must obey me, take all of my orders, and
discipline. Allow yourself to be used by me, or my Maid, or any of my
Domme friends. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress. I accept all of your conditions in order to be your
slave," replied Cheryl.
Janet paused to look carefully at her new prospect, who seemed sincere and
honest. She didn't have any of the signs of someone lying to her.
"What makes you think that you are worthy of serving me?" asked Janet.
"I don't know, Mistress."
"Good. I prefer honesty. Have you ever served a Mistress before? Been
spanked? Naked in front of other women?" demanded Janet.
"No, Mistress, never."
"Excellent. I have not had the pleasure of training a novice for quite
some time."
"I'll try to be a good slave, Mistress," said Cheryl, sudden fright in her
voice.
"If you become a slave, there will be all of that, and more. You will be
kept naked, or any way that I desire. You will be used, sexually.
Punished physically with anything from a hairbrush to a whip, and covered
in red welts. Is that what you desire?" Janet demanded.
"Yes, Mistress," Cheryl answered.
"I shall use you in any way that I want. You shall learn your limits, and
a safeword beyond which you will not be used. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"You can still back out now," Janet pointed out, "except that since you've
pressured me to train you, I don't think that you'll want to leave."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl.
"Ordinarily, at this time, I would ask that my Maid serve as a little
demonstration. But I'm a little tired of using my devoted slave Tina to
serve as my whipping girl. Since you're so enthusiastic about being my
slave, why don't you remove all of your clothes so that I can see what a
lovely body you have? That's not a polite request, Cheryl, that's an
order," coldly said Janet.
Janet noted that Cheryl appeared to be stunned by her order, and visibly
shaken. It was direct, and to the point.
"You do want to serve a Mistress, now don't you?" said Janet, "are you
disobeying my first order?" Janet asked in a stern tone of voice.
"I....."
"Strip, slave, and quickly," commanded Janet as she removed a riding crop
from the top drawer of her desk, and displayed it to her companion. Janet
placed it over the envelope that Cheryl had tossed on the desk.
Casually, Janet took the envelope from the desk and opened it with a
letter opener. Inside were several brand new hundred-dollar bills, crisp
from the bank. Whoever Cheryl was, she didn't want for money.
"I gave you an order, slave," said Janet coldly.
Cheryl removed her heels, then stood up and unzipped her dress, which she
carefully placed on the chair. She removed her bra, and then her pantyhose
and panties. In a matter of moments she was naked before Janet.
"Turn around slowly, with your hands clasped behind your head. I want to
inspect you," ordered Janet.
If the photographs showed Cheryl as lovely, in person she was one of the
most beautiful girls that Janet had ever seen. Janet desired nothing more
than to have this beauty service her. But that would come later. After
Cheryl had her first taste of the whip and crop.
Cheryl did as she was told, slowly displaying herself. The photographs
didn't lie at all. When she was done, she again faced Janet, but did not
look at her directly.
"Very good," said Janet as she rose from her chair, "now we move on."
Janet circled Cheryl two times, before she finally stood in front of her.
Janet reached out, and took Cheryl's right breast in her hand, squeezing it
slightly. Cheryl gave her no response. Janet then pinched Cheryl's erect
nipple, making her flinch.
"There is more to come."
With her index finger, Janet traced the outlines of Cheryl's breasts, her
underarms, and her flat stomach. Then she felt Cheryl's ass, finally
giving her a mild swat on her behind.
"Owww!" cried Cheryl.
"Place your hands on the desk, with your legs spread," coldly ordered
Janet.
Cheryl did as she was told, and stood in silence, waiting for Janet's next
move. Her breathing was already rapid and short.
Janet then pushed Cheryl downwards, and she complied quickly.
Janet opened Cheryl's ass cheeks, and peered at her puckered anal opening.
Just for good measure, she swatted Cheryl's behind a couple of more times.
"You'll have to keep that behind of yours clean," commented Janet, "lest I
make you wear a butt plug all day. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Then Janet reached between Cheryl's legs to her sex, and played with her
pussy lips. Then Janet held Cheryl's outer lips between her fingers and
squeezed tightly.
"Owww!" cried Cheryl.
"Silence!"
Janet then pushed her fingers inside Cheryl's already wet sex, and then
pressed Cheryl's clit, making her move in response.
"Stand still, slave. You wanted to serve a Mistress, didn't you?"
Continuing, Janet pressed further, digging her nails into Cheryl's labia,
finally making her cry out, tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.
Which was exactly what Janet had wanted.
"At least you're not a virgin," observed Janet as she pressed her nails
into Cheryl's nether lips.
"Owww!" cried Cheryl.
Janet then delivered four swats with the flat of her hand to Cheryl's
bottom, one after another, steadily increasing the force of each blow.
Swat!
Swat!
Swat!
Swat!!
"Owwww!" cried Cheryl.
"Silence until you are spoken to," said Janet, "or I'll strike you again,
and much harder."
The final blow had been delivered with such force that Cheryl lost her
footing and staggered under the impact. Her bottom was now a nice shade of
red and would be sensitive for days to come. Cheryl would now have a
reminder of her first visit with Mistress Janet.
"If you react this way now," suggested Janet, "how will you react when a
whip wraps itself around you? Or when I deliver one series of strokes
after another with the riding crop? How will you hold up then?" demanded
Janet.
"I, I don't know, Mistress Janet," stammered Cheryl.
"Good," said Janet, "you may stand back up."
Janet faced Cheryl, and placed her hand under Cheryl's chin. Then she
reached forward, and planted a kiss on Cheryl's mouth. When Cheryl
responded, Janet forced her tongue inside Cheryl's mouth, holding her
tightly.
Finally, Janet released Cheryl, and left her gasping for breath.
"I can use any part of your body at any time, for whatever reason. I can
place you in a constricting corset for weeks to alter your figure. Or a
dildo up your cunt all day and perhaps a butt plug in your behind. Or whip
you for my own amusement and pleasure till you are covered in red stripes.
Or anything else that I might possibly desire to do with your body. Do you
think that you are equal to being used like that?" Janet questioned.
"I'll try, Mistress Janet."
"Good," said Janet as she resumed her seat, "what were your plans for this
weekend?"
"I wanted to see some friends on Long Island, Mistress."
"Cancel them," Janet bluntly ordered, "one of my most loyal slaves has had
a family problem, and could not be with me. You shall now have your
desire, Cheryl. Your first weekend with me as your Mistress. You will be
here from Friday night until Sunday at noon. You will work naked with my
Maid, who will have the freedom to use you. I shall whip and crop you,
chain you at night, use your body in any way that I want. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," tearfully answered Cheryl.
"This is your final chance to back out. Be warned that you are going down
a dangerous path, and when you finish, it will be too late," stressed
Janet.
"I want to be trained as your slave, Mistress Janet."
"Good, then get dressed and I shall call the car for you," Janet answered,
"and beginning Friday, your life shall never be the same again."
* * * *
"If you were still wearing my collar, Janet, I'd pick up a crop and give
you a good thrashing," said Stephanie as she rested on the bed, "for being
such an uninspiring lover this evening."
Janet and Stephanie were in Janet's bed, after a night out together that
had begun with Dinner, a late movie, then drinks and finally lovemaking at
Janet's Mansion. Their date had been arranged long before, and Janet had
been looking forward to it. Until Cheryl had arrived to unsettle her
composure.
"I'm sorry, Stephanie," apologized Janet.
"What's wrong Janet?" asked Stephanie.
"Nothing."
"Liar."
"Just worried about something, that's all," lied Janet.
"The last time that you were silent about something was Erica's grand plan
to have you and Tiffany compete to replace her. I hope it isn't something
like that," commented Stephanie.
Stephanie rolled onto Janet, enfolding her into her arms. The bed was a
mess, the sheets wet with their sweat. In short, a normal evening of
lovemaking for two good friends.
"Let me give you a massage," offered Stephanie.
Janet turned over onto her stomach, and Stephanie straddled her.
Stephanie's firm hands began to massage and knead Janet's back.
"You're a mass of tension," commented Stephanie.
"Guess so," Janet answered.
Stephanie continued to massage and knead the muscles on Janet's back,
gradually loosening up the tension. Janet relaxed under her friend's
efforts.
"That's better," commented Stephanie, "relax, and that's an order!"
"Yes, Mistress."
"I'm going one day to have to send you Wendy," offered Stephanie.
"Who's that?"
"One of my slaves, she's a masseuse at a local health club. She can do
wonders with her hands and some scented oil. But she's very particular,
though."
"How?" Janet asked.
"Only, and I say only, use your hand, a leather covered paddle, or a
riding crop on her. Nothing else! She hates the whip, period!"
"We have to abide by her wishes," said Janet.
"That's better, now turn over," ordered Stephanie.
Janet did as she was told and Stephanie began to suck on Janet's right
nipple, quickly making it erect from her attentions. One of her hands
reached under the sheet, and began to fondle Janet's engorged sex.
"Wet little minx, aren't you?" asked Stephanie.
"Yes, Mistress," Janet answered.
"Since you serviced me so indifferently, perhaps I can make you feel a
little better," said Stephanie.
"Thanks, lover," said Janet.
Somehow, it wasn't the sex that Janet wanted from Stephanie. Rather, she
wanted just being in bed with her best friend holding her close. She
stroked her friend's hair and shoulders, and held Stephanie tightly to her.
'Why,' Janet asked herself, 'do I have to face these problems as a Domme?
First Erica's competition, and now Cheryl? No other Mistress seems to be
confronted with them.'
Janet lay back in bed, allowing Stephanie to work on her sex. All of
Janet's troubles were eased for a while as Stephanie buried her face
between Janet's thighs and began to work on her sex. Soon, Janet felt wave
after wave of orgasm wash over her.
'Has it really been four years since Erica's faked death, and Stephanie
becoming my best friend?' Janet asked herself.
"Stephanie," Janet asked, "kiss me, instead."
Stephanie was soon kissing Janet, who was lying on the pillows. Janet
tasted herself on Stephanie's lips.
"Thank you for being my friend, Stephanie," said Janet, as she held her
lover close to her.
"You're welcome, lover."
Janet held Stephanie close to her, and she clung to her tightly. Janet
longed to tell Stephanie the truth, just as she had during Erica's
competition. But she held back, and let sleep claim her instead. She
drifted off, the sounds of the night coming from the open window.
Part Two: Cheryl's First Use
Friday June 12, 1998
It was Friday evening nearing 10 PM, and Janet and Tina were waiting for
Cheryl's limousine to arrive. Janet had chosen a short black leather
dress, and she had ordered Tina to wear a black latex maid's uniform. The
weather was not yet too hot, still comfortable. They were together in the
hallway, waiting.
"Tina," Janet began.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Tina.
"I have something important to tell you. This new slave, Cheryl, is going
to be a little different than normal, but I can't tell you why."
"Is that why you've been acting strangely, Mistress?" asked Tina, concern
evident in her voice.
"Yes. And you're the only one to know about this! Not a word to Blanca
or Stephanie, please!"
"Yes, Mistress. You know I'll do whatever you ask."
"If it appears that I break procedure, or do anything out of the ordinary,
please understand that there will be a reason for it."
"Yes, Janet. I understand."
Janet reached over and kissed Tina on her cheek, and silently embraced
her.
"Thank you, Tina. I love you."
"I love you too, Mistress," answered Tina.
Their conversation was interrupted by a buzz from the front gate,
indicating that the limousine had arrived. Tina pressed the button to
allow the car to gain entrance, and Janet walked back the library, closing
the doors behind her.
Seated behind the desk, on which she had again placed Cheryl's file, Janet
waited. She summoned up all her courage, wondering what her third
encounter with Cheryl would be like. Cheryl had demanded to be her slave,
had forced Janet into a corner.
Her thoughts were soon interrupted by a knock on the door. Janet wondered
just how many times that Erica must have sat here, interviewing her slaves.
"Come," ordered Janet.
Tina conducted Cheryl into the library. Janet noted that Tina was wearing
a simple blouse and skirt, and a pair of modest heels. She was carrying a
command handbag this time, not the expensive one that she had earlier.
"Thank you, Tina. We can be alone now," ordered Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
Cheryl stood, waiting for Janet's next command. She did not look directly
at Janet, and remained silent.
"You may be seated, Cheryl."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Are you prepared to serve me?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet sat back in her chair, and breathed deeply. On Cheryl's first
visit, Janet had spanked her. On this visit Janet would introduce Cheryl
to what it fully meant to be a slave.
"Then nothing further needs to be said. I agree to your conditions, with
the promise of your silence."
"Then you'll do as I ask, Mistress?"
"Yes, Cheryl. I'll train you, loan you to a Domme, and we'll see what
price you that you want from me. But that's a long way in the future.
We'll see if you can make that journey."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl.
"I'm now going to call Tina back. You will get on your knees, and I will
ask you for your submission. You will agree. Then Tina will take you to a
bedroom where you will strip and be outfitted in collar, bracelets and
heels. Which will be your only clothes until Sunday. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Janet."
Janet pressed a button on her desk, and Tina appeared at the door a few
seconds later.
"Enter," ordered Janet.
"Cheryl," Janet commanded, "kneel."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl, as she knelt before Janet.
"Do you, Cheryl Branford, submit yourself to me, Mistress Janet Davis, of
your own free will, and without coercion?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"That you will accept whatever discipline or bondage that I place upon
you, or from others who I may give you to?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"That you will faithfully obey the orders of your Mistress?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And that you will no longer have the freedom of your own body, which
shall belong to me, totally."
"Yes, Mistress Janet."
"And that you shall be forever silent about what occurs to you here."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Choose your safeword."
"Sin, Mistress," Cheryl answered.
"Tina, take her to the bedroom, and get her ready. She knows what to
expect for this evening. I'll see you in the Dungeon in thirty minutes.
If she resists in any way, you have my permission to use the crop on her,"
ordered Janet.
"Yes, Mistress Janet," answered Tina as she led her charge away.
'So now it begins,' Janet thought to herself.
* * * * *
Janet had decided not to change out of her leather dress. It was
comfortable, reasonable cool (since it did not enclose her like a Catsuit)
and allowed her freedom of motion. She did, however, select a pair of long
matching leather kidskin gloves to go with the dress. Janet removed them
from a desk drawer, and carefully drew them up to her elbows. The soft
leather fit her easily, and Janet admired herself in the mirror.
Leaving the library, Janet walked down the open stairs down to the
Dungeon. She could have taken the elevator, but Janet enjoyed hearing the
sound that her heels made as she descended. Erica had both stairs and
elevator installed to reach her Dungeon complex, and no doubt the stairs
was a backup in case the power failed. Which they did! One Saturday
night, during an intense scene, the power suddenly went out, plunging the
Dungeon into complete darkness. While she had been busy downstairs, an ice
storm had knocked out power for all of southern Connecticut.
She had wasted no time after the storm had cleared to install emergency
lighting and a backup power supply for the Mansion. That was her second
modification to her inheritance, the first had been a sauna installed
upstairs. Janet would frequently invite either Stephanie or Blanca over
for a little steam session. Trouble was, keeping enough birch branches
that they would use to beat each other with....
Janet's heels clicked on the stairs as she descended, then she reached the
door and opened it. She walked into the first Dungeon, and found Cheryl
hanging by her wrists from a ceiling chain, a red ballgag in her mouth, and
a blindfold around her eyes. She was naked, wearing only a collar,
bracelets on her wrists and ankles, and a pair of heels locked to her feet.
A spreader bar kept her legs open and her sex available. She was hanging
so that her shod feet could just barely touch the floor. Her breasts
jutted out, and Janet could see all of her ribs through her skin.
Janet nodded in silence at Tina, who was standing silently nearby. No
slave should ever be left alone while bound, thought Janet especially when
gagged. It had only been much later when Erica had told Janet that all the
times she had been bound that either Andrea or Erica herself had been
nearby, in case something happened. Even that final time, when Janet had
been cruelly bound with a butt plug and dildo, and seemingly left alone,
Andrea had been in reality quite close to her.
Janet reached out and released Cheryl's blindfold, and when Cheryl could
see again, she blinked in the sudden light.
"Have you ever been in a Dungeon before?" Janet asked.
Cheryl shook her head no.
"Do you know what will happen here?"
Cheryl shook her head yes.
"Good. It is here that you will be used, here that you will become a
slave. Both to your own body's desire's, and then to me," explained Janet.
Janet took Cheryl's right nipple, which was already erect, and pinched it
gently, then with slowly increasing pressure. Soon, Cheryl squealed from
behind her gag.
"Being gagged removes the last vestige of your free will, doesn't it? I
can use any part of you that I want."
Janet probing hand went between Cheryl's legs, to her sex. Just as she
had done days earlier, she roughly probed Cheryl's love triangle.
"Mmmmph!" cried Cheryl, as her most private parts were invaded.
"Wet already," Janet observed, "you're so easy, Cheryl," as Janet removed
her fingers from Cheryl's sex.
Janet walked over to the cabinet, and wiped her glove on a paper towel.
She then removed a riding crop from the wall, and soon stood again in front
of Cheryl.
"Tonight, I shall use the crop. Afterwards, I shall use you in bed. Do
you understand?"
Cheryl nodded.
Janet unbuckled Cheryl's ballgag, handing it to Tina. She then flexed the
riding crop in her gloved hands.
"You will now count each stroke," Janet began, "and after every five
strokes, thank me for the discipline that you are receiving. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," replied Cheryl, who swallowed nervously, concern evident
on her face.
"I shall use you gradually at first, to gauge how you can take being used.
I shall not break your skin, or make you bleed. Ever. I am not that kind
of Mistress," coldly lectured Janet, "but I will leave marks and welts on
your skin that will take time to heal."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl.
"Then thank me for what you are about to receive," ordered Janet.
"Thank you, Mistress."
Janet's first stroke was a mild one that landed on Cheryl's right thigh,
which didn't even leave a mark behind.
"One."
The second landed on Cheryl's right breast, making her shake within her
chains.
"Two."
The third was placed on Cheryl's bottom, making her squeal.
"Three."
"Four."
"Five, Thank you, Mistress!" cried Cheryl.
The sixth landed on Cheryl's right underarm.
"Six."
Eight."
"Ten! Thank you, Mistress!"
Janet paused to give Cheryl a chance to recover, to catch her breath.
Each stroke had been delivered with more force than the last, and Cheryl's
virgin body was now striped for the first time.
"Eleven."
"Twelve."
The thirteenth stroke was delivered between Cheryl's legs, right onto her
exposed sex. Cheryl flinched within her chains, and a moan escaped her
lips.
"Thirteen!"
"Fifteen, Thank you, Mistress."
Janet then concentrated her strokes on Cheryl's Venus mound, and between
her legs. She wanted her new slave to cry in her submission.
"Sixteen!"
"Eighteen!"
"Twenty! Thank you, Mistress."
Janet ceased, and ran her gloved fingers down Cheryl's taut, sweating
body. She traced the fine red lines that the crop had left behind, and
Cheryl flinched when Janet touched some of the more sensitive welts.
"Kiss the crop," ordered Janet.
Cheryl did as she was told, and then Janet waited in front of her.
"Thank you, Mistress Janet," Cheryl stuttered.
"Very good, Cheryl. You have taken my crop rather well. Now for your
pussy."
Janet again felt between Cheryl's legs, and her gloved fingers were coated
with Cheryl's juices. Janet removed her fingers, then displayed them to
her bound captive.
"Taste yourself," Janet ordered, "slave."
Janet stuck her fingers inside Cheryl's mouth, and Cheryl licked away her
own juices from the soft leather.
"Once you have been trained," said Janet, "the mere sight of the crop will
make you wet between your thighs."
"Yes, Mistress,"
"Tina, unchain Cheryl and get her cleaned up. Chain her at the foot of my
bed. I shall want her ready in a half-hour. And make sure that you leave
a riding crop and dildo on my dresser," ordered Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Tina.
On her way out, Janet handed the crop to Tina, and walked calmly to the
library. Cheryl's first session had gone well, and now......
There were some reports that Stephanie had wanted her to read, and Janet
had used them to pass the time. Tina would have taken Cheryl to the
bathroom, given her charge a quick sponge bath to freshen her up, and then
her newest slave would be waiting for her in Janet's bedroom. Janet got
engrossed in reading, and did not notice that she had taken longer than the
half-hour that she had originally ordered.
When she entered her bedroom, she found Cheryl there alone. Her collar
was locked to a chain from the foot of Janet's bed, her hands bound behind
her back. On the dresser was a riding crop, a dildo, and red ballgag.
Plus a single red rose, which had made Janet smile. A gift from Tina, for
which Janet would have to find some way to reward her later.
"Good evening, Cheryl. Did you enjoy your first session under the crop?"
asked Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," Cheryl quickly answered.
"You will learn that there is both pain," Janet began as she unzipped her
leather dress, "and pleasure in being a slave."
Janet removed her dress, under which she was wearing a matching black lace
bra, panties and garter belt, which held up her stockings. She removed her
shoes, then opened the garters holding up her stockings, which Janet slowly
removed. Janet then removed her garter belt, and panties. She was soon
standing nude in front of her bound slave.
"That's better," said Janet, "I'm going to go into the bathroom to freshen
up. When I return, your education is going to be continued."
Janet washed herself off in the bathroom with a terry washcloth. Leather
was wonderful and sexy to wear, fit her like a glove, but didn't breath.
So after wearing any of her Domme gear, Leather, Latex, PVC, or Rubber, the
first thing she wanted was a bath. Whenever she did a session, she always
slept nude that night, to let her skin breath.
Re-entering the bedroom, she found the key to Cheryl's collar on the
dresser, and unlocked the short chain. She then pulled Cheryl up from the
floor, and locked her to a longer chain set into a ringbolt in the wall
above Janet's bed.
"There now, better?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl.
"You look very nice, Cheryl. My stripes have improved your appearance.
Have you ever been to bed with a woman before?" Janet demanded.
"What?" stammered Cheryl.
"Have you ever made love to a woman?"
"No, no, Mistress."
"There's always a first time. Now since you're a virgin in that regard,
I'm not going to blame you for your ignorance. I didn't make love to a
girl until I became a slave to Mistress Erica."
"Mistress?"
"I want you to lay back on the bed, and I'll do everything," Janet
ordered.
"I'm cuffed, Mistress," Cheryl answered.
Janet took a pillow from the top of the bed, and placed it midway down.
She patted it for effect.
"Put your behind on the pillow, so you don't lay directly on the cuffs.
I'm not a cruel Mistress unless I'm forced to be. Go on," Janet ordered.
Cheryl did as Janet instructed, and put her behind on the pillow,
elevating her behind and sex for Janet's use.
"Open your legs, slave," Janet demanded.
Cheryl blushed red when she opened her legs, and Janet began instead by
kissing her on her mouth. Their lips met passionately, and Janet wondered
what type of lipstick that Cheryl used. Then Janet began to suck and bite
Cheryl's erect nipples, which she knew would make Cheryl hot with desire.
"I'm going to have Tina teach you how to rouge your aureole to a deep red,
and properly perfume yourself," said Janet, "but that will come later."
Janet planted a series of moist kisses as her lips traveled downwards from
Cheryl's breasts to her opened sex. She enfolded Cheryl's moist love box
with her lips, and her tongue darted inside Cheryl's outer lips to the joys
within.
"Ohhhh!" moaned Cheryl, shaking as she was excited by Janet's attentions,
"Ohhhh!"
Janet continued to pleasure Cheryl, and she knew that her slave's
inhibitions were melting away as Janet brought her ever closer to climax.
Cheryl was wet between her legs, and Janet felt every time that Cheryl
shuddered in response to Janet's stimulation of her. Continuing, Janet
wanted to draw out Cheryl as long as she could in order to make the orgasm
stronger and more intense. When Janet finally began to lick Cheryl's erect
clit, she knew that release would not be far behind. Deciding that she had
kept Cheryl wanting long enough, she sucked and tongued her new slave to a
series of orgasms that made her moan and bounce on the bed.
"Ohhhh!" cried Cheryl, "Ohhh!"
Janet noted that tears were falling from the corners of Cheryl's eyes, and
that she lay there, panting with exhaustion. Janet wondered if Cheryl had
ever had an orgasm before like that in her life.
"You see," said Janet, sitting up, "there is both pain and pleasure in
this house. Provided that you are trained and obey. Sit up!"
"Yes, Mistress," said Cheryl.
Janet got the key from the dresser and unlocked the cuffs on Cheryl's
wrists. Cheryl then began to rub them to restore the circulation.
"Thank you, Mistress," panted Cheryl.
"You're welcome, slave."
For a brief moment, Janet recalled the first time that she had been
approached sexually by another woman. It happened when she was working
part-time in school, when she had the job in Macy's. But nothing had come
of it, leaving her frustrated and curious. Did she desire a man or a
woman?
Janet remembered that she had never made love before to a woman until she
had been chained in the cell with Tiffany. How Erica had made her wait
weeks before she had been allowed to service her. Janet had desired to
make love to Mistress Erica! But Erica had waited (it took Janet time to
figure this out) until she had been trained in lovemaking by Tiffany and
Andrea before she would let Janet service her.
Now that she was Mistress, Janet would either teach a new slave herself in
the arts of love, or have Tina do it, or a combination of the two. Janet
now lay back on the bed, and arranged herself until she felt comfortable.
"Make love to me, Cheryl," Janet ordered, "and taste yourself on my lips."
Janet had expected Cheryl to hesitate, or pause. Instead, she quickly lay
beside Janet and began to kiss her new lover with passion and feeling.
Cheryl's tongue cleaned her juices from Janet's lips, just as they had done
from Janet's leather gloves. Following what had gone before, Cheryl now
sucked on Janet's nipples.
However, Cheryl was a disappointment when it came to servicing Janet. She
tried, but seemed to hesitate and appeared scared when confronted by
Janet's wet sex.
"Something wrong?" asked Janet, "slave?"
"I'm sorry, Mistress, I just can't make love to another woman," cried
Cheryl.
Janet had thoughtfully placed the crop on the night table for just that
reason.
"Did you enjoy the orgasm that I gave you?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Well, a girl taught me how to do that. And you'll learn that also."
Janet struck Cheryl twice on her back, two light strokes just meant to
sting.
"Owww!"
"Now I'll hit you a lot harder next time if you don't satisfy me," said
Janet, "so try again."
Obediently, Cheryl lowered her head between Janet's thighs to start once
more. Janet felt Cheryl's tongue on her labia and clit, and was being
aroused in an unfeeling way.
"Satisfy me," said Janet as she struck Cheryl on her back once more with
the crop.
'It's going to be a long night,' Janet thought to herself as she opened
her legs to accommodate Cheryl.
* * * * *
Saturday June 13, 1998
Janet awoke on Saturday to the sounds of birds singing through the open
window. She had been instructing Cheryl deep into the night, before they
had both fallen asleep. Now the bed was a mess, damp with their sweat and
juices.
She stood up from the bed, wanting not to awaken Cheryl. Nude, her body
felt sticky, and Janet desired a hot bath or shower. Janet stretched,
admiring her figure in the mirror.
'Not bad for a girl from Queens,' Janet thought to herself.
"Mistress?" asked Cheryl.
"Did I awaken you?" asked Janet.
"No, Mistress Janet."
"Good. Tina will be along shortly to release and give you a bath. After
breakfast, which you and Tina will serve me in the dining room, I want to
see both of you in the library. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good," said Janet as she closed the door to her bathroom and opened the
taps.
Janet was going to have a nice leisurely long bath, and she selected a
cube of lilac scented bath salts, which she unwrapped and tossed into the
steaming water. Janet settled into the tub, letting it dissolve away the
stickiness on her skin.
"Pity this moment can't last forever," Janet said to herself.
Janet remembered how Erica had told her that the life of a Domme would
sometimes not be an easy one, and she had found that out to be true.
Slowly, the story of Erica's competition between two of her slaves had
gotten out into the D/s Community. Janet was a skilled Domme in her own
right, and she had gradually made a name for herself.
But whenever there was a meeting, Janet sometimes heard the whispers that
"she was the one, she was Erica's slave" induced a look of awe from other
Dommes.
After soaking away her cares and washing her long black hair, Janet got
dressed in an old shirt and jeans, and lastly a pair of open sandals.
Summer was nearly here, after all!
Janet went downstairs to the Dining Room, where Tina and Cheryl were
waiting. Tina was dressed in a regular maid's uniform, and Cheryl was
naked. Janet noted that she was slightly uncomfortable. Good. That was to
be expected.
The table was set for one, with a glass of orange juice, a copy of the
Times and the local Connecticut paper waiting for her. Janet seated
herself and sipped at her juice.
"Breakfast, Mistress?" asked Tina.
"Yes, Tina, thank you. Something different today, how about a cheese
omelet?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Tina scurried out of the Dining Room, followed by Cheryl. Janet smiled as
she opened the slim Saturday Times. Normally, they shared breakfast (and
most other meals) together in the kitchen, and dropped ceremony, since Tina
was her assistant. But when they had a slave in attendance proper respect
had to be displayed.
In a few minutes, Cheryl set the plates in front of Janet, and bowed.
Tina had coached her in what to do while Janet had sat in her bath (another
reason not to hurry); doing her job in helping train Cheryl.
"Thank you, Tina," said Janet.
Janet ate her breakfast in silence, with the two standing at the kitchen
door behind her. She poured herself one cup after another of black coffee
as she leisurely ate her omelet, home fries, and toast. All the while,
reading from the two newspapers. Finally, she finished, and stood up from
the table.
"That was very nice. After you've cleaned up, please join me in the
library," requested Janet.
Janet took the papers under her arm, and walked to the library. She was
determined to get some work done today, no matter what!
She was joined a few moments later by Tina and Cheryl, who both waited for
her commands.
Janet went over the chores that Tina would do today, in a formal manner.
Finally, at the end, Janet had a special chore for her assistant.
"Tina, there is something else I'd like you to do."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Tina.
"Cheryl is willing, but inexperienced, in the arts of love. Could you
postpone some of your chores this afternoon for a little bedroom training?
The next time that I take Cheryl to bed, I want her to know how to satisfy
a woman."
"Of course, Mistress," Tina replied a smile on her lips.
Janet stole a glance at Cheryl. She knew that Cheryl had first been
stimulated by the crop, then Janet's use of her sex. Then Janet had
striped her skin even further teaching her the arts of love, deep into the
night. Cheryl was a mass of raging hormones, eager to feel both a crop and
a woman again between her legs. Janet knew that Cheryl was probably wet
right now, just from being collared and naked.
"Good. Then I don't want to be disturbed, except for lunch and dinner.
If Cheryl doesn't cooperate while doing household work, you may use the
crop as you wish."
"Yes, Mistress."
"But there is one other thing, though. When you have a break, have Cheryl
write down her bio and final interview. You know what to ask," ordered
Janet.
"Of course, Mistress Janet. Come, Cheryl," ordered Tina.
Janet watched as the two left the library and Tina closed the door behind
her, and Janet sat back in her leather chair. She sat in the same leather
chair, and oak desk that she had inherited from Erica. She had kept them
as a tribute to her Domme, now dead two years ago. Pausing, Janet wondered
how many times that Erica must have sat behind the desk, attending to her
Domme duties.
"Oh, well," Janet said aloud to herself, "the bad thing about being in
charge is that there's nobody but yourself to tell you what to do."
Janet fired up her computer, opened her briefcase from her job, and began
to work. She read reports, downloaded files from the main computer,
printed out reports, and read them. She considered, made her decisions,
and wrote her conclusions. Even though the time glared at her from the
computer, and the large grandfather clock ticked away the time, Janet was
in her own insulated world of work.
It wasn't until hours later that a knock on the door suddenly startled
her. Janet nearly jumped out of her chair, and noticed that the clock read
1 PM. She had been working without a break for five hours.
"Enter," Janet ordered.
"Lunch, Mistress," announced Tina as she brought in a tray.
"Thank you, Tina," said Janet as she put away some paper and report, "I
guess I clean forgot about the time."
"Did you finish?" asked Tina.
"Yes, Thank you."
Tina set down a tray, and unfolded a linen napkin on Janet's lap. She
removed a cover from a steaming cup of soup, next to which was a turkey
sandwich and a small salad. Janet inhaled the aroma.
"Thank you, Tina. Where is Cheryl?" asked Janet as she picked up the
spoon and took a sip.
"Chained in the kitchen, Mistress. She's not going anywhere."
"Good," said Janet.
Janet was so hungry, she simply devoured the cup of soup. But before she
could start on the sandwich, Tina placed her hand on Janet's.
"Mistress, I think you had better read this," said Tina as she passed over
several sheets of paper.
"Cheryl's interview?" Janet asked.
"Yes, Mistress."
"And what do you think?" Janet questioned.
"I was very concerned when you told me that you had laid a hand on Cheryl
before her submission. Even more when you used the crop on her before she
wrote her bio. That breaks all established procedure, Mistress."
"Get to the point, Tina."
"Lies, Mistress. All lies. The minute I gave her pen and paper she was
off writing, like it had been memorized in advance. Normally a slave has
to sit and think to dig deep before they can explain why they want to
submit. But Cheryl just started writing. No mistakes, nothing crossed out
or started over," explained Tina, in a serious tone of voice.
"Thank you."
"Will you stop training her?" asked Tina.
"I can't Tina. For reasons I can't explain, I just have to. You'll have
to take my word for it."
"I understand, Mistress."
"Let me read the interview as I finish the rest of my lunch. How did you
get on with the housework?"
"Finished. Once lunch is complete, I'll take Cheryl to bed," Tina replied
with a smile on her face.
"Did you have to use the crop?" Janet asked.
"A few times."
"How did she react?"
"She won't be questioning my authority any more, Mistress Janet," answered
Tina, a smile on her face.
"Thank you, Tina."
Tina left the library, closing the doors behind her. Janet picked up a
can of Coke that was on the tray, and took a long sip before she took a
bite of the sandwich. Then sat back and began to read Cheryl's interview.
It was good all right, Janet thought. Very good. Except that Janet had
seen similar phrases from other interviews in the past. Janet polished off
the sandwich, then started on the salad. She finished one can of Coke,
then opened another. As a joke, Tina had chosen two slices of melba toast
for dessert, which Janet ate anyway.
Janet smiled to herself. Sunday night, Tina would pay for her little joke
with a paddling on her bottom, which would smart for days afterward. But
that was all part of the relationship that they shared together. Mistress
and slave. Domme and femme. Lovers.
Janet's reverie was disturbed by a knock on the door.
"Enter."
Cheryl entered, naked.
"I'm here to pick up the tray, Mistress," stated Cheryl.
"Go ahead," said Janet as she wiped her mouth on a paper napkin.
Doing as she was told, Cheryl walked behind Janet and retrieved the napkin
that had been on Janet's lap. Janet noted the new stripes on Cheryl's
bottom. When Cheryl reached for the tray, Janet pulled Cheryl to her, and
traced the new welts on her behind.
"How did you get these?" Janet demanded.
"I didn't follow an order, Mistress."
"And what did you learn from these stripes?"
"That I must obey Tina as I do you, Mistress," Cheryl answered.
"Good."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Go, Cheryl. And learn, lest you give Tina more reasons to stripe your
bottom."
"Yes, Mistress," said Tina as she picked up the tray.
"I expect you to be a satisfying and attentive lover when next I take you
to bed, else you will be severely punished," sternly admonished Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Go," Janet ordered.
Janet sat back in the chair, happy that she had not confronted Cheryl
about her interview. No, that she would do tomorrow, before she left.
Tonight, Janet would have her under the whip. Janet wondered just how
strong Cheryl would be when a thin cord of leather would wrap itself around
her, leaving a painful stripe behind.
Once Cheryl was gone, Janet got up from behind the desk and stretched.
Yes, a walk around the estate, maybe even a short drive to get out of the
house was called for. Afterwards, some Domme paperwork, then Dinner, then
Cheryl's second scene in the Dungeon.
It was going to be a very busy evening!
* * * * *
Mistress Janet admired herself in the bedroom mirror. She had chosen a
simple outfit call a "Dominatrix Dress." It was made of PVC, zipped up in
the back, had long sleeves, and reached to almost to her knees. Black, it
clung to all of her curves, showing off her figure. She wore a pair of
nude stockings, and a pair of modest heels.
"Could even wear this to a nightclub," said Janet to herself.
By now, Tina would have prepared Cheryl, and they would both be down in
the Dungeon awaiting her. It had been a very good day, after all.
Janet had managed to read all the reports from other Dommes on slaves in
training, on meetings that she would have, and other affairs. Beforehand,
she had taken a nice short drive in the Miata to refresh herself. Dinner
had been interesting, since it had given her the chance to watch Cheryl
closely. Janet got the distinct impression that Cheryl was used to being
served. Her file indicated that she was rich enough, and was probably born
to wealth.
Glancing at the clock, which read 10 PM, Janet decided that she had
already spent enough time. She exited her bedroom, made her way
downstairs, and walked down the steps to the Dungeon. Janet had given Tina
strict orders about Cheryl, and she knew that they would be obeyed.
In the Dungeon, Cheryl was kneeling on the floor. Over her regular collar
Tina had placed a posture collar, one that placed her neck in a straight
uncomfortable position. Her hands were locked behind her back, and the
collar was locked to a chain from the wall. A leather gag completed her
bondage. Cheryl was quite helpless.
"Good evening, Tina," greeted Janet.
"Good evening, Mistress."
"I see that Cheryl is prepared for use this evening. Did she give you any
trouble?" asked Janet.
"Not after I struck her with the crop a couple of time, Mistress,"
answered Tina.
"And how did her lessons go this afternoon?" Janet asked.
"Very well, but she is not ready to share your bed yet, Mistress. Perhaps
a few more sessions with me in the arts of love before she will be ready,"
offered Tina.
"I have not yet decided how she will spend the evening," said Janet, "that
will depend on our session here tonight."
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet smiled to herself. Even if Tina has said that Cheryl was ready, it
still wouldn't matter. She had already decided that Cheryl would be
spending the night chained at the foot of her bed on the floor in order to
frustrate her, just as Erica had done with her. No, Cheryl would be driven
mad with desire to please her Mistress before Janet would again allow her
into Janet's bed.
Janet reached down, and pinched Cheryl's right nipple, which was already
erect and hard.
"Mmmmph!"
Janet took hold of the D ring on the posture collar, and pulled Cheryl to
her feet. Cheryl shakily rose, her balance off from the posture collar
that she wore.
"Helpless, aren't we?" stated Janet.
With the posture collar around her neck, all that Cheryl could do was to
bow her body a little in assent. The gag in her mouth enforced her
silence.
"You're going to be used tonight, Cheryl. With a whip. I'm going to make
you scream, do you understand? You wanted to be here, and so you are. You
will now know what it is like to serve me, slave."
Janet then unlocked Cheryl collar from the chain holding her to the wall.
Tina passed her the keys, and Janet removed the posture collar from around
her neck. Pulling her along, Janet positioned her beneath the ceiling
chain. She unlocked Cheryl's cuffs from behind her back, then locked them
to the chain. Cheryl offered no resistance.
"A spreader bar, Tina," ordered Janet.
Tina produced what Janet had ordered, and Janet motioned for her to attach
it to Cheryl's ankle cuffs. Then Janet activated the motor, and Cheryl was
soon suspended on her toes off the floor. She was bound, and totally
vulnerable.
Janet removed a coiled black leather whip from the wall, and placed its
handle under Cheryl's chin. Her eyes were wide from fear.
"Is this what you want?" Janet asked.
Cheryl nodded yes, and Janet removed the gag from her mouth. Cheryl took
several deep breaths, her chest heaving.
"Thank you, Mistress Janet."
"I hope that you will say that when I have finished," said Janet, "now
kiss the whip, slave."
"Yes, Mistress."
"I don't have to feel your cunt to know that you're already wet. That's
the first sign that you desire a Mistress," stated Janet.
"Yes, Mistress Janet," answered Cheryl.
"Prepare to feel the whip," threatened Janet.
Janet took a few steps back and let the whip uncoil on the floor. It was
long and sinuous, and it gleamed in the lights. Tina kept it well oiled
and cared form else she would be the one to feel it's effect!
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl, fear evident in her voice.
Janet drew the whip back slowly, then struck forward with a mild stroke
that would wrap itself around Cheryl's exposed figure. When the thin
leather sailed through the air, it seemed as if time had seemed to stop.
Then it impacted and wrapped around Cheryl's exposed flesh.
Cheryl screamed more from fright than actual pain. Janet had only used
enough force to mark, and not injure. Still, Cheryl was clearly scared to
death as the thin leather coiled itself around her naked body, and the tip
finally coming to rest between her breasts. Upon impact, it stung, making
Cheryl jump in her chains.
"Owww!" cried Cheryl.
"There is more to come, slave," said Janet with menace in her voice.
Janet began to deliver a series of regular strokes with the whip, each of
which would land and mark a different place on Cheryl's naked body. Set
against the marks from the cropping that Cheryl had received the night
before, her skin was no longer virgin. First Janet's use of the crop, then
Tina's, and now Janet's use of the whip all had left their mark on Cheryl's
exposed body.
One stroke after another left it's mark on Cheryl's body and Janet
delivered each stroke in groups five. She paused after each group, in
order to give Cheryl a chance to rest. Janet noted that tears were soon
falling from the corners of her eyes, running down her cheeks.
After ten strokes, Janet took Cheryl's right breast in her hand, and
played with it as if it were a toy. Janet began to squeeze it between her
fingers, finally pinching the erect nipple, making Cheryl squeal in
response.
"Well, Cheryl," Janet began, "now do you understand what it means to be a
slave? To lose control of your own body, to be at the mercy of others?"
Janet then roughly fondled Cheryl's sex, and then inserted two of her
fingers inside her wet slit in the roughest way possible. Cheryl jumped in
her chains, startled.
"Ahhhh!" cried Cheryl.
Janet then repeated what she had just done, only rougher the second time.
"Ahhhh!"
"Lick my fingers," ordered Janet, as she offered Cheryl her own juices,
glistening on Janet's fingers in the light.
"Yes, Mistress," cried Cheryl, as she complied with Janet's command.
Once finished, Janet again held the whip before Cheryl's eyes. Cheryl was
wide-eyed with fear.
"You have only had ten strokes for far, Cheryl. I shall now begin again,
and use you until I'm satisfied. Do I have your permission?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," tearfully answered Cheryl.
Janet then drew the whip again, and delivered another series of five
strokes. These she made sure landed between Cheryl's legs, making her jump
when the tip hit her sex. Cheryl cried after each stroke, tears falling
down her cheeks.
Once the five had been delivered, Janet paused. She had sown her mastery
over Cheryl. Now it was time to show Cheryl that her own body would crave
the pain of the whip, and betray her.
"Kiss the handle," sternly ordered Janet.
Cheryl eagerly complied with Janet's orders, kissing the braided handle of
the whip.
"Your nipples are erect, your sex wet, your breathing fast. Your body is
filled with desire for the pain and pleasure that the lash can bring. Do
you now understand what it means to be a slave?" demanded Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," tearfully answered Cheryl.
"I'm now going to strike you harshly for your last five strokes, Cheryl.
You're going to carry these welts for a long time until they heal. But I
won't make you bleed, for that is the difference between a good Domme and a
bad one. Between discipline and abuse. Be glad that you now serve a
Mistress who will teach you the difference," explained Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet struck out, making Cheryl scream. Each stroke impacted and left
it's mark, but Cheryl's skin was reddened, but not broken. When Janet was
done, Cheryl hung limply in her chains.
"Kiss the whip," Janet ordered, offering the handle to Cheryl.
Cheryl did as she was told, in silence, tears falling down her cheeks.
"I don't think that Cheryl will be much use in bed tonight, Tina. Treat
her wounds, bathe her, then chain her in a bedroom tonight," Janet ordered,
"and you may spend the night with her, since I think that she'll need a
shoulder to cry on."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Tina.
"I'm going to attend to some paperwork in the library, then have a bath,
then go to bed. It's been a long day," said Janet as she placed the whip
back in its proper place.
"Thank you, Mistress," weakly said Cheryl.
"You're welcome, slave," replied Janet.
Janet's last view of Cheryl that evening was that of Tina releasing her
from the bonds that held her from the ceiling chain. Cheryl looked weak
and beaten, her eyes dark from the experience that she had undergone.
* * * * *
Sunday June 14, 1998
Sunday morning, Janet was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of jeans as she sat
behind her desk. She was waiting for Cheryl, since she wanted to speak to
her before her departure. There was Tina's distinctive knock on the door,
perfectly on time.
"Enter," Janet ordered.
Tina and Cheryl entered the library, Cheryl wearing the same clothes that
she had worn on Friday night.
"Thank you Tina, we can be alone. Cheryl, you may take a seat."
"Thank you, Mistress," said Tina, as she closed the library door.
Janet sat back in the chair, and surveyed her companion. Cheryl, now
clothed, had regained her composure and bearing, but she still didn't look
at Janet directly.
"All right, Cheryl," said Janet, "we're alone. Is there anything that you
want to say?"
"Thank you, Mistress."
"No complaints that I used you too harshly?" Janet asked.
"No, Mistress. I came to you wanting to be a slave, and I'll accept
whatever training you impose."
"Good," said Janet, "tonight, or maybe tomorrow, you will experience a
strange feeling. You will stand naked in front of a mirror, and trace the
marks that I have placed upon you. First, you will feel intense shame.
For you will have placed yourself in submission to another woman. But then
you will feel intense pride, remembering how my use placed the marks on
you."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Excellent. I shall see you next weekend. Your body now belongs to me,
Cheryl. Remember that."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Go," Janet ordered, "and when you return, your descent into slavery shall
continue."
Janet watched as Cheryl rose, and left the library. For Janet knew that
Cheryl would be back, since Janet had opened a door for her that she had
willfully entered. One that there was now no turning back from.
* * * * *
>From the Diary of Cheryl Branford:
When the limousine deposited me back at my rented apartment, I ran inside,
ready to cry. Just days ago, I had been confident and headstrong. I was
going to confront Mistress Janet, fence verbally with her, and coerce her
into training me as a slave.
But now all I want is to pack my bags, abandon the whole idea, and flee
back to California, and the safety of home.
When I met Mistress Janet at the Charity event, she looked simply
beautiful. Long black hair, a designer gown, handbag and matching shoes,
tasteful but not ostentatious jewelry. I made it a point to quickly
deliver my message and leave, before her companion, Jessica, might
recognize me. Janet looked suitably shocked and stunned, and I vanished as
quickly as I could.
But it was on Wednesday night when I had my first doubts about this entire
idea. We talked, and reached an agreement. I made my demands on her, and
she accepted.
But nothing I had read, or any of those silly tapes I watched, prepared me
for the order to strip. I suddenly felt vulnerable and exposed for the
first time in my life. Then she inspected me, fondling my breasts and
invading my sex, finally spanking me several times to show her mastery over
me.
That was, however, just a taste, a prelude, of what was to come!
This weekend, I was kept naked, for there is a difference between being
nude and naked, collared and braceleted, made to serve and submit, and
used. I was beaten with a crop and whip, and the marks burn in my flesh
even now.
But what has shocked me most was her sexual use of me. I had never been
made love to before by a woman, and first Janet, then Tina, took me to bed.
My slavery shall include not just physical punishment, but sex as well.
How can I deny that I am now sexually attracted to Mistress Janet? Her
long black hair, beautiful face and lips, and lush body all make me wet
with desire. When Janet took me to her bed, she gave me the best orgasms I
ever had in my life. Then, she wanted me to please her. I failed, because
of my inexperience, and was beaten with a crop in bed. From now on, Tina
shall teach me.
I am also frightened that I am also attracted to women sexually, for
Janet's use of me has awakened strange repressed feelings that I have tried
to keep secret even from myself. Am I attracted to both women and men?
Janet's leather clad figure, her breasts and sex, the scent of her body,
made me want her. I loved the taste of her sex in my mouth, and want more.
When Mistress Janet told me that I should back out, else it would be "too
late"; I did not understand what she meant. I fear that I do now! For at
the end of my training, I shall be her slave!
Back home, when I thought up this idea, I believed that I could make
Mistress Janet pay a price to demonstrate her dedication to that title.
But I now know that I shall be paying a higher price than she will!
For Mistress Janet has already proven herself both as a slave and a Domme,
has felt the bite of the lash and crop, endured her bonds, and justly won
her position.
I do not know whatever possessed me of the idea that I was somehow ever
fit to confront her.
Even as I write this, I am somehow proud of the red marks on my body, and
my sex is wet with desire to please Mistress Janet. Will I really be
trained as a slave? Can my body betray my mind, and adapt to the uses I
have subjected myself to? Will I eventually crave being bound and whipped?
Worst of all thoughts to contemplate would be that if I am trained as a
slave, I might forget the reason I have come here. I would enjoy being her
slave, serving Mistress Janet both in the Dungeon and her bed. Instead of
punishing her, as I fully intend to.
The next morning, I took a steaming hot shower, attempting to wash away my
emotional confusion with water and soap. After drying my hair in the
bathroom, I removed my terry bathrobe. I gasped when I saw my naked
reflection in the mirror, seeing the red marks on my skin, the welts from
the riding crop and whip. I was ashamed and proud at the same time, just
as Mistress Janet said I would be. Then I ran to the bedroom and jumped on
the bed beating my fists against the pillows, tears flowing from my eyes.
I am terribly afraid of what I have begun.
