Date: Fri, 3 Sep 2010 22:00:55 EDT
From: Mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: Janet in Training Chapters 1-4

Janet in Training F/F BDSM Lesbian Drama From: "SFMASTER"
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Janet In Training  Dramatis Personae
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Janet Davis - Slave to Mistress Erica Riken  Protagonist Main  Character
Tiffany Gray - Slave to Mistress Erica Riken    Antagonist
Sally Belmar - Janet's friend, introduces her to Mistress  Erica
Erica Riken - Dominatrix who introduces Janet to  BDSM
Andrea Kosta - Erica's Maid
Stephanie Richards - Dominatrix, friend of Erica's and  Blanca
Camille - Stephanie's Maid
Tina North - Maid suggested to Janet by  Stephanie
Denise Powell - Trained by Tiffany, she later leaves  her  never  seen
Lauren Singer - Evil Dominatrix who advises Tiffany and  whips Janet almost
to death
Sabrina - Lauren's Maid Seen only in  CH9
Myra - Slave belonging to  Lauren & Rene who helps Janet after her beating
and meets                                                  her in town with
info About  Lauren & Tiffany.
Rene & Carla - Two Doms who are guests at a party (CH  9) where Janet is
badly beaten.
Jessica Danvers -  Wealthy Greenwich socialite, introduced by Stephanie,
who is trained by Janet  & serves as her Advisor in the competition.
Blanca Sanchez - Lawyer to Erica & Administrator of  her will &
competition.
Chapter One: Bondage  Introductions
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Janet Davis had returned from work early from her job, as  her girlfriend
Sally Belmar was going to pay a visit.  Janet had known Sally for a long
time,  and at their last meeting, her friend had said that she was going to make
a  special proposal to her.
That previous evening, the two women had gotten drunk  together, and Janet
had admitted that she had been rather dissatisfied with her  sex life. Sally
had listened to her friend's complaint intently, nodding with  each point
that her friend had made.
Afterwards, Sally said that she would be able to offer a  suggestion to
Janet's sex problem.  However, she would first have to talk to a friend of
hers.
Janet waited eagerly in her apartment, finally glad when  she heard the
doorbell ring.  She  hit the buzzer, and let her friend into the apartment when
she heard the knock  on the door.
The two women greeted each other warmly.  Janet looked over her guest, and
admired  how she was dressed. Sally wore a fur coat, and beneath the coat
was a silk  blouse, a leather skirt, white stockings, and finally a pair of
black patent  leather high heels.
"Would you like a drink?" asked  Janet.
"Sure, why not," agreed  Sally.
Janet already had planned for this, and a bottle of wine  had been waiting
for Sally's arrival.  Janet opened the bottle, and poured two glasses.  She
handed one glass to Sally and they  seated themselves on the couch.
After taking a rather long sip, Sally looked her friend  over.  She
wondered to herself, how  would Janet take to the suggestion that she was about to
make?  Just how strong was her disappointment  with normal sex that she had
mentioned before?
"Janet, do you remember what you said at our last meeting  about sex?"
questioned Sally.
"Yes."
"Well, I have a possible solution for you.  It's a little unusual, so I
would like  to ask you to hear me out."
"Go ahead," she answered.
"Well, I know that this is going to sound strange, but  have you ever heard
of bondage?"
"Bondage?  Just what do you mean by that?"
"Janet, surely you must know something about it?  You must have heard
something."
Janet took a long drink and sat back in the sofa.  She was not sure just
what her friend  was getting at, but she wanted to hear more.
"Well, I know that it involved people getting tied up and  dominated by
others," Janet answered.
"You are partially right," Sally observed, "but it's  really about trust
between the dom and the sub, and not to exceed another's  limits.  You
wanted to explore  something new.  Do you think that  you might like to engage in
this?"
"Dominated by who?" Janet  asked.
"By a dominatrix or mistress, of course.  A woman who knows something about
 bondage and about what some people need," Sally  replied.
Janet poured herself another glass, then drained it in  one swallow.  She
was intrigued by  what her friend was saying.  She had  heard of bondage
before, but she had never known anyone that engaged in  it.
"You mean that some people need to get tied up?" Janet  asked.
"Yes.  And  not just some strange people getting their jollies either.
Punishment has always been linked to both  pleasure and sex.  Perhaps that is
why you have always felt guilty about sex.."
"I have never felt guilty about sex," Janet stated  firmly.
"Really, is that why some of the men you've dated have  left angrily,"
Sally probed, "because you wouldn't experiment with  sex?"
"This is the craziest idea that I've ever heard.  Just what are you
suggesting anyway?"  Janet demanded.
"Perhaps you should search for another kind of sexual  fulfillment," Sally
answered.
"Like bondage?" questioned  Janet.
"Yes.  And  don't act so surprised.  A lot of  people have found it
perfectly enjoyable.  You might too.  To be  properly introduced to bondage you
would need the right person.  You would need a Dom who could train you  into
becoming her slave," Sally answered.
"A sex slave.  You must be kidding.  Such  things don't exist in real life,
" Janet stated.
"Don't you watch the TV talk shows?  Try it, you have nothing to lose.
Your love life hasn't worked out very  well.  Maybe it's time that you  tried
something different for a change."
"All right, I'm interested," Janet answered, "But where  would I find a
Mistress?
"I know a Mistress who trains slaves.  She'll train you," Sally  answered.
"Really?" asked Janet.
"Yes.  But be  warned, the stripes on your naked body will cost you more
than you might ever  imagine."
"Okay, call this Mistress.  Tell her that I would like to meet with  her.
I'm not agreeing to anything.  But I would like to know more," said
Janet.
"Sure," answered Sally.
"Tell me one thing.  Have you ever been in bondage yourself?" Janet
asked.
"Yes, that's how I know so much about it.  You might find that you like it
too,"  Sally answered.
"All right," Janet said, "I'll give it a  try."
For the next few weeks Janet had not given a thought to  bondage.  Work had
been too hectic  and there had been no time to think of sex at all, though
she longed to meet  someone!
One night, while staying alone in her apartment, the  phone rang.  In the
stillness it  shook Janet awake, who had been dozing on the  couch.
"Hello," asked Janet.
"Is this Janet Davis," asked the  caller.
"Yes."
"You don't know me, but we have a mutual friend, Sally  Belmar.  She told
me that you were  interested in my services."
"What's your name?" Janet  asked.
"Surely she must have told you.  My name is Erica Riken.  Are you still
interested in seeing  me?"
"Yes," Janet answered, "Sally told me a little of what  you do.  I'd like
to know more about  it."
"Good.  I'll  handle everything.  I can arrange  that after work on
Friday, you can be picked up and driven to my place in  Connecticut.  Will that be
all right?" Erica  asked.
"Sure," Janet answered.
"Erica, do you want me to bring anything?" asked  Janet.
"No. Slaves don't bring anything. Except a desire to  please their
Mistress."
"Thank you, Mistress," said  Janet.
"Just come up on Friday," said Erica before she hung  up.
Janet hung up the phone, her heart pounding.  She was excited that she was
finally  going to meet a Mistress!
For a change, Friday had been a good workday.  Janet had been able to get
out of work  early.  Once home, she took a quick  shower and found that her
pussy was wet with excitement.  She dressed in a white blouse, a plaid
skirt, pantyhose, and modest high heels.
At eight the buzzer went off, and a large white limo was  waiting for her.
The liveried  driver held the door open for her as Janet seated herself on
the leather  seat.
The drive to Greenwich, which Janet knew, was one of the  wealthiest in the
NY area did not take too long.  Finally, they pulled up to a large  walled
estate where the gates had to be opened first.  The car followed a long
driveway up to  the wooden doors.  Once parked, the  driver got out and opened
the door for Janet.
"What do I do now?" she asked the  driver.
"Just ring the bell, you're expected," he  answered.
When Janet did so, the Maid greeted her.  However, unlike other Maid's
uniforms  that she was seen, this one was made of black rubber, not satin, and
the girl  was walking on very high heels.
She took Janet's coat and ushered her into a large room  off the entrance
to the house.  Seated on the couch was a woman wearing a sweater and black
jeans, not  what she had been expecting!
"You must be Janet Davis," her host as she rose from the  leather couch, "I
'm Erica Riken."
"Pleased to meet you," said  Janet.
There was a moment of silence between the two women.  From what she had
read, Janet knew that  she had to act submissive.
"Have a seat," ordered  Erica.
Janet sat down in silence, and waited for Erica to make  the next move.
"I'm pleased that you wanted to come see me," said  Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," Janet had decided to try using Erica's  title.
"You're not my slave yet, but it's nice to see that you  understand what
might be your position here," Erica  answered.
"Thank you, Mistress," Janet  replied.
"Did you think that I was going to rip your clothes off?"  asked Erica.
"I didn't know what to expect," Janet  answered.
"You're here to see if you can be trained as a slave  girl, just like your
friend Sally.  I'm going to see if you can be a  submissive."
"A slave girl?" asked Janet.
"Yes," Erica answered.
There was a moment of silence between  them.
"I have to get to know you.  I just don't take anybody.  I want to know
why you want to be a  slave, and if you're capable of being one," Erica
stated.
"I have unsatisfying relationships, and I want to try  something different.
Sally suggested that I become a slave to a  Mistress."
"Good enough.  Would like to see how a slave performs?" asked  Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," Janet  answered.
Erica pressed a button on her desk, and the doors opened  and the Maid
entered the room.  She  walked over to the couch where the two women were
seated.
"May I be of service?" she  asked.
"Yes, turn around please," ordered  Erica.
The Maid stood silently as Erica unzipped her  outfit.  Janet gasped when
she saw  that the Maid's naked body was covered by red  stripes.
"You've been whipped," observed  Janet.
"Speak, Andrea," ordered  Erica.
"I've been bad recently, and Erica has punished me,"  Andrea replied.
"Are you her slave?" Janet  asked.
"I have belonged to Mistress Erica for some time," said  Andrea.
Janet had to have a few moments to assimilate all  this.  A Mistress and
her slave girl  in real life!  The chance to perhaps  be one!
"I would like to be a slave girl too!" declared  Janet.
"Slaves don't want anything," Erica answered, "except to  please their
owners."
"Yes, Mistress," replied  Janet.
"Andrea, put your uniform on and go into the  kitchen.  I shall see you
later,"  ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," quickly answered Andrea as she picked up  her rubber
uniform from the floor.
"Before you become my slave girl in training, I have to  set down some
conditions.  First you  must obey me totally.  Next you must  not tell anyone,
anyone at all what you are doing.  You will belong to me totally, body and
soul.  And I mean it," commanded  Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," Janet  answered.
"You will continue to work.  Too many girls would gladly give up  working
for a living to be kept here in bondage.  I don't need those types of girls.
Unless, of course, I were to ask you to  do so."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Before you enter training, I want you to see a  demonstration," suggested
Erica.
"On me, Mistress?" asked  Janet.
Erica sat back in amusement.
"You're really anxious to wear my chains, aren't  you?  No, I have a girl
downstairs  in the dungeon already.  One of my  most dedicated little slave
girls who needs punishment," said  Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," Janet  answered.
"I see you've already learned a little about being a  slave.  Go to the
kitchen and tell  Andrea that I want you prepared before you enter the
dungeon.  She'll know what do.  Now go!" commanded  Erica.
Janet stood up quickly and opened the door that Andrea  had exited from.
She walked in the  large house, wondering just where the kitchen was.  She
guessed that it was in the rear, and  entered a kitchen that belonged on a
magazine cover.  Plus, the place was  spotless!
"Erica told me that I had to prepared for something," she  said to Andrea
who was washing some silverware.
"Please come with me," Andrea answered as she wiped her  hands on a
spotless towel.
Janet followed Andrea through the house, if house was the  word.  Mansion
was a better term for  the place, given that it had a stone wall around the
estate.  In just two rooms, there was expensive  artwork and antiques.  But
the rest  of the Mansion was rather plainly furnished.
Finally they came to a small room that looked like it was  servants
quarters.  There was a bed,  and Janet noticed that there was a ringbolt set into
the wall next to the  bed.  There was a small sink and  toilet within a few
feet of the bed, so if anyone were chained there, they would  be able to wash
and go to the bathroom.
"Please remove your clothes," said  Andrea.
"I thought that I was going to see a  demonstration."
"Yes.  But  first you must be prepared.  Slave  girls don't wear clothes,
especially slaves in training.  Remove all your clothes,  please."
Janet had never undressed in the presence of another  woman since the
locker room at gym in college.  She had even been embarrassed while  trying on
clothes in a store.
Janet proceeded to first unzip her skirt, then remove her  blouse and place
it on the bed.  Then she removed her bra, shoes and pantyhose.  Finally,
she pulled her panties off, and  stood naked before Andrea.
"I'm all yours," said Janet.
"Good.  It  will go easier on you if you realize that you are nothing to me
now.  That you must be trained first before  you can become one of Erica's
slaves.  Now turn around.  I don't  want you running away."
Janet turned her back on the Maid, unsure of what was  going to happen
next.  Her curiosity  was soon rewarded when she felt the bite of steel first on
one wrist, then the  other.  It was quite a shock to  realize that she was
wearing handcuffs!  Janet twisted her arms to experiment in her first time
in some form of  bondage.
"Go ahead.  Try all you want.  You'll  never get out of those cuffs,"
Andrea stated.
Andrea pushed Janet to her knees, producing another kind  of chain.  This
one had cuffs at  each end, but had about two feet of chain between them.
These she placed on Janet's ankles, again  clicking the ratchets shut until
they bit upon her flesh.  Janet was  captive!
"Now, just one last thing," said Andrea as she went into  a bedside
cabinet and removed a black leather  object.
Janet soon discovered that it was a blindfold that fit  snugly over her
eyes.  It cut off  all of her vision totally.  Naked,  bound, and blindfolded,
Janet wondered what would happen  next.
She felt Andrea's fingers grab her arm and pulled until  she was again
standing.  Then she  began to walk leading Janet along slowly so that she could
take hobbled  steps.
Finally they reached their destination.  Janet heard machinery and guessed
that  they were in front of an elevator.  She heard the door open and they
stepped inside.  Then she felt the elevator  descend.
After they came to a stop, Andrea again pulled her  along.  Then she felt
that they were  in another room.  Janet heard  nothing except for the wet
sounds that Andrea's rubber uniform made whenever it  moved.  Then she felt
Andrea  unlocking her handcuffs, and raising her arms.  Backing Janet to a
wall, Janet felt some  kind of projections there.  Andrea  was taking special
care to maneuver Janet into someplace special.  When she felt Andrea release
her, Janet  held still, not certain of what was going to happen next.  She
then felt a bar close, which  confined her neck and wrists.  Janet  was bound
to the wall by stocks!  But still she couldn't see anything!  She decided to
keep silent, as she did  not know what would get her punished.  At this
stage probably anything would be  sufficient.
Janet twisted within her wooden prison, and found that  the stocks were
made of wood.  The  holes for her head and wrists were lined with fur, so that
she would not hurt  herself while confined.  She pulled  her ankle chain
without effect, and waited for something to  happen.
Finally after some time, Janet heard a woman's heels  click as she walked
across the floor.  After being in darkness for some time, Janet felt her
blindfold being  removed.  Suddenly there was  light!  She had been expecting a
gloomy dungeon.  Instead she was in  a brightly-lit dungeon with a stone
floor and walls, with chains hanging from  the ceiling and various devices on
the walls and  ceiling.
What shocked Janet was what she saw in front of her.  Before her was a
truly beautiful Blonde  woman.  The woman was naked and  stretched into the
shape of an X by her bonds.  Her ankles and wrists were encased in  leather
bracelets, and each was linked to a bar about three feet apart.  A chain from
the ceiling was attached to  the wrist bar, which stretched her so that her
toes strained to reach the  floor.  Janet wondered why the woman  did not cry
out.
The reason was a red rubber ballgag in her mouth, and a  strap that went
around her cheeks and buckled in the back.  The woman shifted without result
in her  chains, and a small moan escaped her gag.
"Well now, are you impressed?" Erica  asked.
Janet turned her head to look at her Mistress, and  received another shock.
 Erica was  now dressed in a leather outfit that included high-heeled
boots, leather skirt,  plus a matching bra.  It all  accentuated the fact that
Erica was a beautiful  woman.
"Is this what you expected?" asked  Erica.
"Yes Mistress," Janet quickly  answered.
"I would like to introduce you to Tiffany," said Erica,  "Tiffany has been
once of my slave girls for quite some time.  Haven't you,  dear?"
All that Tiffany could do was nod her  answer.
"You must realize that to be a slave girl your body will  belong to me,"
Erica said as they walked over to the suspended  Tiffany.
Erica began to caress Tiffany's naked body.  First she began by touching
the bound  woman's shoulders, then moving to pinch her underarms, making
Tiffany  flinch.  Then she cupped her  breasts, kneading her erect nipples.
Finally, one hand moved down to her  pussy, massaging her sex.  This  caused
Tiffany to flinch again, rustling her  chains.
Just for emphasis, Erica circled Tiffany several  times.
"You see, as Mistress I have total control over my  slaves.  Their bodies
belong to  me.  And women are harsher towards  one another."
"Yes Mistress," Janet  answered.
Tiffany remained silent.  Janet did not know what would happen  next, but
her attention was riveted to Tiffany's  plight.
"Of course, slave girls are not merely bound and  gagged.  They are
punished also,"  calmly stated Erica.
Erica went to the stone wall and took down a coiled  leather whip that been
hanging there.  It was long and sinuous, with a thick braided  handle.
"Now Tiffany just loves to be whipped, don't you?"  questioned Erica.
Tiffany nodded her head, her eyes wide at the sight of  Erica handling the
whip.
"Just you watch carefully," said Erica, "and if you make  a sound there's
a ballgag for you also.  Plus more punishment for Tiffany."
Erica circled Tiffany several times, handling the whip  and cracking it in
the air.  Her  heels clicked on the floor each time she took a step.
Finally she came to a stop in front of  Tiffany.
"Tiffany, you've been a bad girl lately.  You haven't come to see me
lately, and  you know how that makes me feel.  I  wonder why that is?  Are you
seeing  a man perhaps, or another Mistress!" shouted Erica as she swung the
whip.
The whip whistled through the air a it contacted  Tiffany's body, wrapping
itself around the bound woman's figure, finally coming  to rest with a
distinct crack as the tip impacted her body.  Tiffany jumped uselessly again her
bonds, straining against them.  However, it had no effect.  She squealed
through her gag.
"Surely that didn't hurt that much," said Erica as she  swung the whip
again.
Just as before, it swung with deadly effect. This time  the tip came to
rest on Tiffany's right breast.  She strained against her  bonds.
Erica swung the whip again and again, each time coming to  rest on another
part of Tiffany's naked figure.  Squeals of pain came from the bound  girl'
s gag, and her body was soon beaded in sweat.  Janet watched in awe as long
red welts  gradually marked the girl's body.  Tears ran from Tiffany's eyes
as the whip impacted time and again on her  flesh.  She continued to pull
with  futility at her bonds, her wrists pulling at the bracelets that
confined  them.
It seemed a fantastic tableau for Janet to witness.  Tiffany was a truly
beautiful girl,  perfectly formed.  She had a lovely  shape, high breasts, and
great legs and hips.  Janet wondered what such a lovely girl  was doing
here, chained and being whipped by a  Mistress.
Tiffany appeared to be in real pain as the whip landed  repeatedly on her
flesh.  Erica  seemed to be aiming for Tiffany's pussy.  Each time that
happened, the bound girl squealed again and again.  Tears ran down her cheeks,
staining her  white flesh.
"Stop it," Janet cried out, "can't you see she's in real  pain?  Stop it.

Whip me instead."
Erica turned towards Janet, fury clearly in her eyes and  body language.
"I told you to keep silent.  This first thing a slave learns is to  keep
her mouth shut!  A lesson which  you have failed to learn."
Erica replaced the whip on the wall.  Then she walked over to Janet, who
could  not move against her bonds.
"I promised a gag for you too!" she said as she removed  the gag from her
skirt.
It was a leather strap with a roller buckle, with a large  red rubber ball
for the mouth.
"Now open wide," ordered  Erica.
Erica then pushed the rubber ball into Janet's  mouth.  Janet opened her
mouth, and  she bit down on the ball as Erica buckled the strap at the back of
her  neck.
Janet tried to say something, but the ball prevented her  from saying
anything at all.  About  all she could manage was "mmmph."  The gag had
conquered her.
Erica glared at the disobedient girl.  She shook her finger at  Janet.
"And now, just to show you that something you may do may  cause somebody
else pain, I'm going to again punish Tiffany for your  outburst!"
Erica then walked over to Tiffany and removed her ball  gag.  Tiffany's
chest heaved as she  took several deep breaths.
"Mistress," she asked, "permission to  speak?"
"Permission granted."
"Thank you for punishing me tonight.  I really love it when you punish  me.
I love your whip.  Please punish me again."
Erica turned to Janet.  She looked over the bound girl with  contempt.
"So you see, Tiffany loves her punishment.  She comes here whenever she
feels the  need.  Or when I want her.  And now for her  discipline."
Erica then selected something else from the wall.  This was a rigid leather
wrapped black  object, with a circular strap, which Erica placed around her
wrist and a thin  handle.  Erica presented the handle  to Tiffany, who did
not need to be told to kiss it, which she did several  times.
"This is called a riding crop," Erica stated, "it's used  on horses, but
a better use is on naked girls.  Tiffany, I want you to count each stroke
as I deliver the blow.  You will  count each stroke for the benefit of Janet
here, as I use this crop on you.  Perhaps Janet will learn from your  pain."
Erica began to flex the riding crop to show just how  rigid it was.
"It's a piece of bamboo encased in leather.  Just perfect for naked  girls.
"
Then she struck.  The crop made a sharp sound as it struck Tiffany's
flesh.
"One," she cried.
"That wasn't so bad.  I'll just bet that you really want to  count quite a
lot today," observed Erica.
Two, Three, Four, Five, the numbers came from the lips of  the bound girl
each preceded by the strike of the riding crop on the bound  girl's flesh.
Janet watched in  silence at the performance of the Mistress and her slave
girl.  Tiffany was obviously very trained to  accept her discipline with such
stoic courage.
"Ten," cried Tiffany, stiffening her body for yet another  stroke.
"Fifteen."
"Twenty," screamed Tiffany.
Erica continued her punishment of Tiffany, unmoved by her  slave's cry for
mercy.  She  continued to inflict the crop on Tiffany's body.
"Twenty-five.  Mercy, Mistress, please Mercy!"
Erica stopped her thrashing of Tiffany, when the number  of 25 had been
reached.  Her  punishment was over.
"That wasn't so bad, now was it?  Surely you can take both the whip and
the crop in one night?"
"Yes, Mistress.  Thank you for punishing me."
Erica again offered the crop's handle to Tiffany, who  kissed it again and
again.  The girl  was thankful for her bondage and punishment.
"Andrea," called Erica.
Andrea appeared, and she was still wearing her maid's  uniform, except now
she had a hobble chain on her  ankles.
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica then whispered something into Andrea's ear.  Erica watched with
approval as Andrea  slowly walked over to Tiffany's wooden prison.  Then she
produced a key from her  uniform, but not before Erica walked to the wall and
activated a switch that  lowered Tiffany the inch or so to the floor.
In short order Andrea unlocked Tiffany's ankles from the  bar, and she
stood upright.  She did  not close her legs, even though she must have been in
pain from being  suspended.  Then her wrists were  unlocked, and Tiffany
began to massage them.
"Thank you Mistress," Tiffany said to  Erica.
"You are welcome, Tiffany.  Now go with Andrea and she will get you  ready
for the night," directed Erica.
Janet watched as Andrea produced a pair of  handcuffs.  Tiffany was
evidently  used to the procedure, and she turned her back while the cuffs were
locked upon  her.  All that could be heard was  the closing of the ratchets as
they clicked upon the wrists of the naked  girl.  Then Andrea pulled from the
 wall a collar and leash.  She  proceeded to lock the collar around Tiffany'
s neck.  Pulling on the leash, she led Tiffany  away into a concealed
corridor.
The two were out of sight when Erica turned to face  Janet.  Erica was
still holding the  riding crop, which she used to punish Tiffany.  In addition,
the Erica's exposed body  gleamed with sweat, evidence of the recent
exertion involved in punishing the  slave girl.
"Well?" asked Erica.
Janet remained in her wooden prison, the rubber ball gag  keeping her from
making any response to Erica's question.  Janet could not answer her.  Much
as she had tried to dislodge the  gag by any means, her efforts in nothing.
The gag was as firmly placed in her mouth  as when Erica had buckled it in
there earlier in the  evening.
"Had a good time?  Have you enjoyed yourself?  Saw what you came to see?"
Erica carefully looked Janet  over.
"Now let's see what you thought of the  performance."
Erica then casually placed her free hand over Janet's  sex.  She forced two
fingers within  her vagina, feeling around.  Janet  had always been shy and
even ashamed of her body.  She had never been naked around other  women,
even hiding in the locker rooms at school.  Now here she was, naked and
helpless  before another woman who treated girls as slaves!
Erica then withdrew her fingers, and Janet moaned through  her gag.  The
leather-clad woman  rubbed her fingers with Janet's cum.
"Your mind may say no, but your body says yes.  I'll bet that you climaxed
several  times," Erica observed.
All that Janet could do was whimper.  She had never been felt like that
before  by anyone.  Was that what it meant  to be a slave?  Having your body
available at any time for someone to use?
Erica then reached over to Janet, and unbuckled her ball  gag.
"Thank you, Mistress," said Janet when the ball was  removed from between
her lips.
"That's better.  I hope that you can now appreciate your position here.
You are nothing to me at present, and deserve my  punishment."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do you have any questions?" Erica  asked.
"Mistress, did my outburst hurt Tiffany badly?" Janet  asked.
"If Tiffany had her way, she would be punished like that  every week.  She
loves being a  slave, and as much as I punished her, she wants to be
punished  more."
"Will I be whipped, Mistress Erica?" asked  Janet
"Of course.  That will be tomorrow.  You  will, furthermore, ask and beg me
to whip you.  Don't ask what kind of torment you will  endure.  Now let me
prepare you here  for the night."
In quick succession, the bar that imprisoned her neck and  wrists was
opened, and Janet was free of the wall.  She was turned around and her arms were
cuffed behind her back again.  Erica  did not bother to remove the hobble
chain from Janet's ankles, so she had to  lead her slowly.  Janet meanwhile
had a new experience in being led to an unknown  fate.
Though she was not blindfolded this time, she was too  scared to note the
route where she was going.  She saw prison  bars.
It was a jail cell in the basement!  Since she had already seen both a
dungeon and a girl being whipped, nothing would surprise her  anymore.
Erica then opened the cell and pulled her over towards  the bed.  Hanging
from the wall was  a collar and chain, which was attached to a ringbolt.  She
locked the collar around Janet's  neck.  Erica then released Janet's
wrists from the handcuffs.
"The chain allows you a little freedom, and there's a  hidden toilet.  I
don't believe in  leaving a new girl alone for the night," said Erica as she
walked outside the  cell and locked the door.
Erica then touched a hidden switch, and one of the cell  walls began to
rise.  Looking  through another sets of bars she saw Tiffany sitting on a bed,
massaging her  wounds.  She was collared as Janet  was, and Janet traced the
chain to the wall where it was  locked.
Tiffany was secured as was Janet  herself.
"Bye now girls.  Don't make too much noise, or else there are ball  gags
for both of you," laughed Erica as she clicked her heels  down the corridor
"Hi, I'm Tiffany," said the girl as she turned  around.
"I'm Janet."
"Are you new here?" Tiffany asked, "I've never seen you  before."
Janet tried to walk over to the bars separating the two  naked chained
women, but was frustrated by the shortness of the chain.  She did discover a
sink and toilet set  in an alcove.
"I'm here for the first time.  Was it really that bad being whipped by
Erica?  Did the riding crop hurt you  that much?"
"It's not so bad.  I hated it at first, but I don't mind it now.  You will
too," Tiffany  answered.
"Do you resent me for having caused you pain?  I'm very sorry about that,
I guess I  should have kept my mouth shut."
"No.  I've  been punished many times before and harsher too.  Counting is
just a game that Erica likes  to play with her slaves.  When she  doesn't,
then watch out!  That's  when she is really out to punish you."
Janet sighed.  Just a few hours ago, she had been totally free.  Now here
she was in a prison cell after  having witnessed another woman's punishment.
Still, she had asked to be here.  Tomorrow she knew that no matter how she
felt, she would ask to be whipped.  Having gone so far, Janet did not want
to chicken out now.  Besides if this gorgeous blonde could  take it, so
could she!
"Does it really hurt a lot to be whipped?  I'm to be whipped tomorrow,"
stated  Janet.
Tiffany massaged the red marks that decorated her  body.  The red welts
were numerous,  and traced around all of her feminine curves.
"It does at first.  It violates everything that you have ever been trained
to think as a  girl."
The thought that she had been naked before not just one  woman but three
gave Janet shivers.  That she was now chained and to be punished was almost in
the realm of  the fantastic.
Abruptly, the lights began to  dim.
"Well, bedtime," said Tiffany, "That's Erica's way of  saying to wash up
and get some sleep.  If we don't........."
There was no need for Tiffany to explain to Janet the  penalties if they
failed to take the hint from their Mistress.  Never had Janet felt either so
naked or  so helpless.  She pulled the sheet  over herself as the climbed
into bed.  All she heard was Tiffany's breathing plus the occasional sob.
Janet settled down to her first night as  a slave girl.
Chapter Two: Introduction to Discipline
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The next day's beginning could not have been more  surprising for Janet.
She had slept deeply in her jail cell, and so had  Tiffany.  Janet had
rolled over bed,  finally coming awake.
Abruptly she realized where she was and what she had seen  the previous
night.  Janet felt the  collar around her neck, and the chain leading to the
wall.  Just for emphasis she pulled on the  chain which had no effect.  There
was nothing that a naked girl could do against the implacable nature of
steel.
"Good morning," greeted Tiffany as she stretched her arms  and rubbed her
eyes.
"Are we allowed to talk?" asked  Janet.
"Sure, the lights are on.  From the way we've slept, I'd say it was  ten,
maybe eleven in the morning.  It's hard to tell when you're locked in a
dungeon."
"What happens now?"
"Andrea will come by and release us so we can bathe and  eat.  I'm starved,
" answered  Tiffany.
Janet had to take some time to assimilate all  this.
"You've been reading too many cheap novels.  We're not going to kept in
the dungeon  all day long," said Tiffany.
As if on cue, Andrea arrived at that moment.  She again wore her rubber Maid
's  uniform, except that today's was red instead of black.  Her ankle
chains from the previous night  were gone, and Janet noticed that she was
wearing a pair of spike heels with a  leather strap that was locked around her
ankles.  She held a set of keys, and in no time  both Janet and Tiffany were
freed from their  chains.
The three women then went upstairs in an elevator, one  clothed in rubber,
two naked.  Once  upstairs, Andrea showed them to the bathroom where both
took baths and cleaned  themselves.  For the first time in  her life, Janet
did not feel self-conscious as she attended to herself in the  presence of
another girl who was as naked as her.  Janet and Tiffany each took turns
soaping the other, and Janet had a close look at the marks on Tiffany's  skin.
Not only were there fresh  marks, but older ones as well.
When asked, Tiffany shrugged off her marks.  She had worn them for too
long, and the  novelty had ceased.
"When you're marked, you really can't wear any revealing  clothes, so buy
something that will cover up well!  Whip marks are a little hard to explain
these days!" exclaimed Tiffany.
Once both women were clean and dry, Tiffany knelt on the  floor.  She
motioned for Janet to do  the same.  Tiffany placed her hands  behind her head,
and spread her knees far apart.  Janet copied her every  move.
After a few minutes, Andrea appeared.  She saw that both girls were ready,
and  she unlocked a cabinet.  From there,  she produced a series of leather
objects.  Tiffany's turn came first, and Janet watched as she was collared.
Then her wrists and ankles were encased  in leather bracelets.  Next,
Andrea  produced a pair of leather spike heels that must have been five inches
tall that  she locked on Tiffany's feet.  Finally, while Tiffany was standing,
she locked a leather belt around her  waist, then pulled a leather strap
between her legs and locked it in front with  a small padlock.
Janet did not understand the purpose of the last device  until she was
locked into the same outfit as Tiffany.  Once she was wearing a collar and
bracelets, and the strap pulled between her legs did she realize that it was a
chastity belt!
"It's always the new girls that are the most sex  starved," said Andrea, "
That's why you will wear a chastity belt.  Can't have you girls getting
off during  training."
Both girls stood in silence.
"I don't want to find you touching or kissing.  If you do, you'll be
wearing a dildo  inside that belt, and maybe one up your behind also.  So behave,
sluts," cautioned  Andrea.
Andrea fed them both in the kitchen, and Erica seemed to  have vanished.
After breakfast,  both girls helped Andrea do the housework.  They made the
beds, washed and vacuumed the floors, and did the  laundry.  It was the very
picture of  domesticity, except that Janet was naked and she had to be
careful with every  step while perched on the heels!
Once lunch was over, Andrea announced a break.  Tiffany asked if they could
go outside,  and Andrea granted her request.
Feeling very naked, she trailed behind Tiffany as they  walked outside in
the garden.
"How can you go outside?" questioned  Janet.
"Would you rather be chained in the dungeon?" answered  Tiffany.
"But suppose someone sees  us!"
"Not too likely.  The walls are very high, there are no trees nearby that
someone might  climb, and Erica is a very private and wealthy person.  Anyone
taking her on might be risking  their life," replied Tiffany.
Following Tiffany's lead, Janet stayed on the cobbled  walk.  She didn't
want her heels to  sink into the soft ground.
"Tiffany, why are you a slave?  You're drop dead gorgeous and could get
any man you wanted.  I'd kill for  good looks like yours?"
"Beauty," answered Tiffany, "can be a blessing or a  curse.  The only men
I meet in life  are selfish pricks that think only of themselves.  I even
met one guy that wanted me to be  a prostitute!  I feel relieved of
responsibility when I'm a slave.  And that's just fine with me.  Here, you'll find
you have a clear role to play.  And you'll enjoy doing  it!"
"Can we go inside?" asked  Janet.
"Why, we just go out here."
"I've got to find Andrea to let me out of this belt.  I've got to go to
the  bathroom!"
"Sure," answered Tiffany.
Once inside the house, both girls were allowed to attend  to their toilet.
Then they cleaned the Mansion some  more.
"I guess this place stays pretty clean," Janet  observed.
"It does when you clean it every day and you have slave  girls eager to do
your bidding.  I  wonder just how many other Mansions in Connecticut have
naked slaves to clean house,"  answered Tiffany.
During the afternoon, Janet had been working with  Andrea.  She helped the
maid with  the housework without complaint, and she noted that Andrea always
had a riding  crop nearby.  Janet thought that it  was to be used on her,
except that Mistress Erica had not yet whipped her  first.  Working naked
next the Maid  was a humbling experience, and Janet wondered just what would
happen  next.
"Mistress Erica wants to see you in the library," said  Andrea, after
glancing at the clock.
"Thank you," answered Janet.
In the high heels, Janet had to walk carefully to the  library.  Even
though she had been  summoned to see Mistress Erica, it was still new to  Janet.
Janet knocked on the door, not certain of what to  expect.  Why would Erica
want to see  her now?
"Come in, Janet," said  Erica.
Janet entered the library.  Erica was seated behind her desk and a  small
table and chair had been set up in the library since she had been there in
the morning.
"You wanted me, Mistress Erica?" asked  Janet.
"Yes.  Be  seated," ordered Erica, "in the chair."
Not certain of what was happening, Janet seated herself  before the small
table.  On it was a  white legal pad, and a black ballpoint pen.
"Do you know why you are here?" Erica  questioned.
"No, Mistress."
"Good.  It is  not enough that you just want to be my slave.  I have to
find out why, and so do you,"  said Erica.
Janet remained silent; not understanding what Erica was  talking about.
"Just saying that you want to be my slave, or even  submitting to my whip,
is not enough.  I have to discover why you want to be a slave.  Therefore, I
want you to begin to write  all of your most intimate details.  I have to
know your family history, your sexual relations, your thoughts  about being
naked and seeing Tiffany whipped.  Everything."
"Mistress, I don't understand?" Janet  asked.
"I have to know why you want to be a slave.  There are important reasons
why I have  to find out psychologically why you want to submit to a  Mistress."

"I can't, Mistress," Janet  answered.
"If you cannot bare your soul to me on paper, then you  will be unable to
do so under my lash.  You will be automatically rejected as being unsuitable.
 Is that what you  want?"
"No, Mistress."
"Then I shall leave you alone in the library for the rest  of the
afternoon.  When Andrea  returns, I expect to see several pages about you and your
life, about why you  are here.  If you cannot do this,  then you will make an
unsuitable slave," said Erica as she rose from the  desk.
"Mistress, is this for your protection?" asked  Janet.
"No, Janet.  It's for your protection so that you don't make a serious
mistake," Erica  answered as she closed the library door.
With the sun's rays warming her skin, Janet picked up the  pen.  Janet
hesitantly began to bare  her soul on paper as Erica had ordered, and it was the
hardest thing that she  had ever done.
After dinner, both girls were left chained in a room  together.  Their
collars were locked  to ringbolts in the walls, keeping them apart.  The
chastity belts had been removed, and  Janet had felt horny all the time that she
had been wearing  hers.
"Well at least we're not gagged," observed Tiffany, "at  least I've got
somebody to talk to."
The door suddenly opened, and Tiffany fell silent.  Andrea walked though
the door, still  wearing her red rubber Maid outfit.  Janet idly wondered if
she would ever get to  it.
"Well, ladies.  Erica is waiting.  Now  stand!" she ordered.
Both girls quickly got to their feet, but Janet stumbled  due to her
unfamiliarity with the high heels that were locked onto her  feet.
Standing silently, Janet watched as Tiffany's hands were  first locked
behind her back.  The  collar and bracelets that they both wore had numerous
rings in the shape of a  "D", which Janet assumed were used to attach them to
whatever their Mistress  desired.
Andrea then produced a gag, but of a different type.  This was a more
elaborate affair than  the simple one that Janet had seen the day before.  She
watched as the gag was first buckled  at the back of Tiffany's neck, and then
a chinstrap came next.  Finally, with her nose surrounded by two  straps
that joined at her forehead, a single strap was pulled backwards that was
joined to a buckle from the main straps.
"It's called a ball gag trainer," said  Andrea.
She next produced the same kind of blindfold that Janet  had worn the
previous night.
"Your turn, sweetie," said  Andrea.
Janet shivered with anticipation as she opened her mouth  and the ball was
inserted, forcing her jaws apart.  She tried to fight the invader, but her
wrists had already been joined behind her back.  The gag was soon in place,
and she  squirmed when Andrea buckled it at the nape of her  neck.
Next, she was blindfolded, as was her companion.  Then she felt herself
being unlocked,  and pulled towards Tiffany.  She  felt Andrea attached a chain
to her collar, then the additional sounds of chain  being attached.
Probably to  Tiffany's collar.
Then she felt a tug on her collar chain, and she  followed.  She guessed
that Andrea  had chained them both together, and was walking them both with
Tiffany  leading.
Her steps were slow and deliberate, given the heels that  she wore.  Taking
baby steps was  essential to avoid falling.
Janet shivered with anticipation as she wondered what  would happen to her.
 Erica said  that she herself would ask to be whipped.  In fact, she had
already done so in asking to be punished instead of  Tiffany.
Once in the dungeon, their blindfolds and gags were  removed and Janet saw
Erica again.  Her eyes widened when she saw that the woman was dressed
entirely in a  red rubber outfit with a matching pair of high heels.  Around her
waist was a belt that cinched  her middle tightly.
"Well now, girls, ready for another night of fun?" Erica  demanded.
Janet did not know what to do.  This was her second trip to the dungeon,
and she was not sure what she was supposed to say.  She looked over at
Tiffany, who stood in  silence.  Unlike Janet, she was not  even shivering in her
chains.  She  was evidently quite used to being in the power of another
woman.
"Yes, Mistress," Tiffany answered, "please punish me  harshly."
Following the lead of her companion in steel, Janet  decided to venture an
answer of some kind.
"Yes, Mistress, please discipline me for the first time  so that I may know
your whip," said Janet.
"Good.  I  trust that you both will be good little slave girls.  Now Janet,
come over here," ordered  Erica.
Andrea had unlocked her collar from Tiffany's, so that  Janet was free to
walk.  Even if it  meant stepping carefully in the five-inch heels. She stood
in front of Mistress  Erica with her head bowed, seeing how the red rubber
Catsuit clung to every  curve of her beautiful body.
"Bend down, in fact, get on your knees," Erica  ordered.
Janet did as she was instructed.  She knelt in silence at the feet of her
Mistress.
"Do you, Janet, agree to accept your training as my  personal slave?"
"Yes, Mistress," Janet  replied.
"That you agree to accept whatever form of confinement  that I may order
for you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And that you accept whatever form of punishment that I  may decide for
you, no matter how painful or  tormenting?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And that you will accept whoever I may decide to yield  the whip in my
place, should I desire someone else to punish  you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And finally that you agree to keep your mouth shut about  any and all
activities that you may engage in here, upon penalty of expulsion or  worse?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"First you may kiss one of my shoes lovingly, for you now  belong to me,"
stated Erica.
Janet did so, kissing the red shoe.  All she saw of her Mistress at that
point were her two red shoes with high heels.
"Rise then, Janet," commanded  Erica.
Janet rose from her knees, and wondered what would happen  next.
"There is now one more that you are going to learn as my  slave.  Should
you ever be punished  beyond your capacity for pain, you must plead for mercy.
 Any responsible Mistress will heed your  plea.  Do you understand?" asked
Erica.
Janet nodded yes in silence.
"Good, now for your first discipline with me," said  Erica.
Janet was led by Erica who pulled on one of the D rings  on her collar to
another dungeon.  This was through one of the walls of the first room, which
was really  just a false wall.  This one was  similar to the other, except
that it had a steel cage in one corner.  Was Janet to be locked in the  cage?
Janet suddenly noticed a metal chain hanging from the  ceiling.  Erica
pulled Janet over to  the chain, and unlocked the bracelets from behind her
back, then to the ceiling  chain.  Janet realized her  position.  Here she was,
naked and  chained in the middle of a dungeon with her arms over her head.
Every part of her body was exposed!  Last night she had seen Tiffany
marked.  Now it would be her  turn.
"I said yesterday that you would be the one to ask me to  whip you.  After
a while of hanging  here, you will ask me to whip you when I return."
Janet was in no discomfort.  Surely the Mistress must be  joking!"
"However, it does get more interesting," said  Erica.
Erica than walked over to a panel hidden in the  wall.  She steadily
darkened the  lights in the room until there was nothing left but a bearable
gloom.  Then Janet felt the chain holding her  wrists go taut, and Janet began to
rise from the floor to the point where by  straining her heels could just
reach the floor.  Her leather wrist cuffs creaked with the  strain, and Janet'
s body was pulled tight.
"Mistress," cried Janet.
"Surely you don't hurt that much already now do you?"  Erica asked.
Janet twisted while suspended from the floor, her wrists  and shoulders
bearing all of her weight for the first  time.
"Now why don't you hang there for a little while since I  can't neglect
Tiffany.  You can  yell, scream, howl as much as you want.  I won't gag you
just yet, not till you've been trained like Tiffany.  After you've hung like
this for a while  you can ask me to whip you.  And I'm  sure that you'll be
grateful for it."
"Thank you, Mistress," said Janet as Erica walked  away.
Janet heard the door close, and she was left alone in the  darkened
dungeon.  She twisted  slowly around, and her feet strained to reach the stone
floor.  She watched the room go by, seeing all  of the devices in the gloom.
She  knew that they were all designed for one purpose: in inflict pain and
suffering.
There was little for Janet to do.  She tried to pull herself up so that she
 could grab the ceiling chain, but she lacked the strength to do so.  She
could make herself turn slowly by  trying to reach the floor, and that was
all.  Janet heard her leather cuffs creak from  the strain.  Somehow Janet didn
't  think that they would somehow break and set her  free.
Her wrists and shoulders soon began to hurt, and all she  could do was try
and reach the floor.  All that did was to stretch her nakedness even
further.
She heard the click of heels.  Was Erica coming back to check on the
condition of her charge?  If so,  then Janet would gladly ask to be whipped.
Surely no girl could bear to hung like this for a long period of  time!
"Mistress Erica asked me to check on you.  Do you like being suspended?"
questioned  Andrea.
"Andrea.  Please let me down?" meekly asked Janet.
"You know I can't do that.  Mistress would cut us both to ribbons if  I
did that.  Besides, you took your  oath.  You have to learn your new  place as
a slave girl."
"I guess you're right," Janet  answered.
It still didn't make her plight any easier to  take.
"Still, I did come here for a purpose. And I have no  desire to be whipped
on your account."
Janet wondered just what Andrea had been sent in here to  do.  There was
certainly nothing  that Janet could do to escape!
Andrea opened a hidden panel and withdrew a full size  mirror mounted on
wheels.  She  pushed it directly in front of Janet so she could see just what
she looked like  in her present state.  Janet was  startled to see herself
naked and stretched in the mirror.  Every part of her was visible, including
her breasts and sex.  She realized  how open and vulnerable she was to
anything that might be done to  her.
As if to demonstrate her plight, Andrea stood in front on  Janet.  She then
began at Janet's  underarms to caress and pinch her skin.  Janet's breasts
next received the same treatment.  Janet's nipples were soon erect from all
 the attention they were receiving.
Then Andrea's fingers traced her waist around, and felt  the ribs through
her strained skin.  Finally her fingers reached Janet's sex.  Earlier, she
had been wearing a chastity  belt, which had prevented Tiffany from doing
anything to her sex.  But now she was chained in the dungeon,  and Erica and
Andrea would have full use of her!
Andrea massaged Janet's sex, causing Janet to  respond.  There was little
else that  she could do.  Even though she was  pained by her suspension, she
still felt her heart beat faster as she reacted to  Andrea's ministrations.
Janet  moaned in response as waves of pleasure washed over her naked  form.
Janet wondered what must have been happening to  Tiffany.  Surely her
companion must  be enduring a whipping or worse.  Concerned with her own plight,
she gasped at the assault of her  sex.
Just before she climaxed, Andrea stood back.  Janet hung frustrated in her
chains.
"There would be a great penalty for me if I gave you an  orgasm right now.
I was told to get you to the brink of one, then  withdraw."
Andrea then laughed and walked away.  All that Janet could do was too look
in  the mirror and hang there, frustrated.
She did not know how long she had been here.  One hour, two perhaps.  Then
Andrea walking in and fondling her  sex like that.  She had never felt  so
bad in her entire life.
"Having a good time?" asked  Erica.
Janet did not hear or see her Mistress enter.  Erica was clearly sweating,
one of the  effects of wearing the rubber Catsuit.  She had evidently been
doing some sort of physical activity.  Janet could only guess that Tiffany
had  been receiving her punishment for the night.
"Please Mistress, whip me, and let me down, please!"  cried Janet.
"I don't think that you're ready yet, darling.  Just a little more, and you
'll be in the  right state."
Erica vanished as quickly as she had appeared.  Janet pulled at her wrist
cuffs to no  avail.  There was nothing she could  do except stare at herself
in the mirror.
Suddenly the dungeon itself seemed cold and  forbidding.  How terrible it
was for  a bound girl to be here, alone for hour after hour.  In one corner
sat a steel cage, with its  door left open.  Janet could easily  see herself
locked inside, naked and lonely.
Janet had no way of measuring how much time had  elapsed.  All she knew was
that her  wrists and shoulders hurt terribly.  She wondered how much agony
she was supposed to endure before her real  agony was to begin.
Hanging, she slowly began to cry.  All her life, she had been taught that
the way to influence a man had been to cry.  Except that here, she faced not
a man  but a woman who could easily see through her feminine  ways.
Just when it seemed that Janet was at her loneliest, she  heard the click
of heels approaching.  She wondered what was going on.  Was she finally going
to introduced to the  whip?
The lights in the dungeon suddenly went on full.  What had been dungeon
gloom a few  seconds earlier was now under full illumination.  Janet blinked
her eyes to restore her  vision.
"Well now," said Erica, "Are you ready to be  whipped?"
"Yes, Mistress, please whip me," Janet  answered.
Janet noted that Erica led Tiffany by a leash attached to  her collar.
Tiffany's hands were bound behind her back, and a ball  gag again filled
her mouth.
"Since I whipped Tiffany yesterday for you, I think it  only proper that
she should be the audience for your punishment," stated  Erica.
Janet looked over Tiffany's chained form.  The blonde stood in her
condition  fitfully, sometimes moving slightly.  Tiffany had again been whipped
quite thoroughly, and new whip marks were  clearly evident on her shapely body.
Erica then pulled her captive over to the waiting cage.  She removed the
leash and ball gag, then unlocked her arms only to lock them in  front again.
Tiffany, her chest  heaving, was then pushed through the door into the
cage.  Erica then closed the cage, which locked  by itself immediately.  Tiffany'
s  fingers grasped the bars of the cage.
Tiffany was now a bound girl locked in a steel cage from  which there was
no escape.  Janet  had watched her punishment yesterday, and now their roles
were  reversed.
Having finished with Tiffany, Janet realized that the  moment of truth for
her would soon arrive.  Erica would shift her attentions to Janet.
Erica took a whip that had been hanging from the nearest  wall, and walked
in front of Janet. The mirror had been pushed aside to give  Erica more
freedom to work on Janet.
"Well now, are we ready?" asked  Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do you want to be whipped so that I will let you down to  the floor, or
because it will give your Mistress  pleasure?"
Janet puzzled over the question.  If she gave a wrong answer, perhaps she
would suffer some worse punishment.  If she answered with a lie, then she
would again receive some discipline  for her reply.  Either way, she was
going to feel the sting of the lash!
"Mistress, please whip me for your own pleasure,"  answered Janet.
"Good.  I  hope that you didn't think that you would get off easy because
you're getting  punished.
"After I whip you, I might let you hang there for another  hour or two.  Or
I might let you  down right away."
Janet had been right.  Feminine wiles were of no value  here.  Tears,
pouting, and attitude  mattered little when you faced a woman holding a  whip.
"I want you to kiss the handle for me," instructed  Erica.
Janet did so, willingly.  Her lips left a small red outline of  lipstick on
the leather handle.  Before, she had only kissed people.  Now she was
embracing the instruments of her  torment.
"Mistress?"
"Yes, Janet."
"Thank you for the punishment I am about to receive,  and......"
Janet screamed when Erica swung the whip for the first  time, and it
wrapped itself around Janet's suspended  figure.
"Surely you don't think that by being submissive you  might escape?  You'
ve only just  started your training, slave."
Erica then struck again, the whip curling itself around  Janet's wracked
form.  The tip hit  her behind, making Janet tense against her bonds.  Her
shoulders pulled her up a bit, then  she relaxed again.
Janet screamed again and again as the whip struck,  hurting more each time.
 In spite of  being in pain, Janet soon realized that she was becoming
sexually excited by her  torment.  She had been terribly  embarrassed the day
before when she had realized that she had climaxed when she  had been Tiffany
whipped.
Now she was the one being punished, and it was having the  same effect on
her.  Erica circled  her slave deliberately, showing the whip for good
effect.
Janet realized that to ask for mercy would be  useless.  Tiffany was a
trained  slave, and the limits of her endurance were probably well known to
Erica.  Janet was virgin flesh, meaning she now  had to learn what it meant to
be a slave girl.
That did not help her as the whip struck her bare flesh  and hurt terribly.
Janet confined her responses to cries for help, which  echoed in the
dungeon.
"Having a good time?" demanded  Erica.
Janet was grateful for the momentary pause in her  torment.
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica struck Janet several times more, leaving her  panting from the
exertions.  Sweat  was clearly visible on her features, from her exertions with
the  whip.
"Janet."
"Yes, Mistress."
"How much am I hurting you?"
"More than I have ever been before, Mistress," Janet  answered.
"If you had a chance to escape your punishment, would you  take it?"
Janet considered the question.  She had borne more punishment than she  had
ever believed possible.  Hung by  her wrists, sexually aroused, and now
whipped, it seemed as if the last two days  were a nightmare come true.
Yesterday, she had increased Tiffany's punishment with  her outburst.  If
she took the offer  of her Mistress now, perhaps she or someone else would
have to pay a price for  it.
"Mistress, please continue and whip me very hard,"  answered Janet.
Erica was glad that Janet did not take her offer.  Had she done so, it
would have been  Tiffany who would have taken Janet's place.  Tiffany had been
whipped enough in the  past few days, and Erica knew that she had been worked
 enough.
"Since you asked so nicely, Janet, I'll oblige your  request."
Erica swung the whip again, beginning another series of  strokes.  Janet
tensed against her  bonds again, screaming when the whip cut her flesh.  Tears
streaked down her cheeks as cried  from the pain.
Stealing a glance at the cage, she noted that Tiffany was  right up against
the bars.  Each  hand grasped a bar, and she could see the link that held
them close  together.
Tiffany knew to keep quiet.  She did not want her body whipped again,  yet
she knew how it must hurt Janet for the first time.  Still it was better for
Janet to receive  her punishment than to have it deferred. If Janet wanted
to be a slave girl,  then she would have to pay the price for it.
Erica then delivered a series of accurate stokes that  landed between Janet'
s legs and made her squeal.  Tears were streaming down Janet's  cheeks.  In
spite of the pain, Janet  had not called out for mercy.  Erica  knew that
Janet would make a fantastic slave.
"Janet."
"Yes, Mistress."
"You've been a very good girl today.  Now I want you to kiss the whip
again,  and thank me for the punishment that you have  received."
Erica offered the whip handle to Janet, who kissed it  eagerly several
times.
"Mistress, thank you for the punishment I have received  as your slave girl,
" said Janet.
Erica was pleased with Janet.  However, any girl at that point would
respond that way to escape any further correction.
"Would you like it if I stopped whipping you  now?"
"Whatever my Mistress desires," Janet  answered.
"Good, then I'll just whip you for a little while  longer."
Janet was crestfallen.  She thought that by kissing the whip,  her torment
would be at an end.  Instead she had again done something to merit further
discipline.
Erica then directed the whip against Janet's breasts and  sex, making her
scream extra hard.  For Janet, it seemed as if she had always hung there and
always  would.
After the additional strokes, Erica again offered the  whip handle to
Janet.  The hanging  girl kissed it again and again.
"Thank you Mistress for the punishment that I have  received," repeated
Janet.
"Andrea!" called Erica as she coiled the whip and hung it  on her belt.
"Yes Mistress," greeted Andrea as she rushed to Erica's  side.
"You know what to do."
Producing a key, Andrea unlocked Tiffany's cage, and led  the naked girl
away.
Erica let Janet down from her suspension.  Janet sighed when her heels
touched the  floor, and she suddenly struggled to maintain her  balance.
"Thank you, Mistress," she  cried.
Tears flooded Janet's eyes as she realized that her  punishment for the
moment was over.
"You are probably thinking that you are finished for  today," surmised
Erica, "and you are right.  I was satisfied by what you wrote for me  in the
library earlier, so I have decided to accept your submission to  me."
"Thank you, Mistress," tearfully answered  Janet.
"However you have just begun your training as a slave  girl," continued
Erica,  "you will  learn the riding crop and the cane, the dildo and the
horse.  Do you think that you can take all  that?"
"Yes Mistress."
"I must now repeat the lesson that you must learn as a  slave girl.  That
you can only  accept punishment up to you're capacity, and no more.  When you
cry for mercy, your Mistress  should stop and not exceed your limits.  You
must never place yourself at the  command of a Mistress who will abuse her
position.  Do you  understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"You merely think that you understand because you have  been whipped for
the first time.  But there may come a time when your very life will depend on
the choice  you make.  Remember that!" stated  Erica.
"Yes, Mistress Erica," answered  Janet.
Erica unlocked Janet's cuffs from the ceiling chain, and  she lowered her
arms slowly, her shoulders in agony.  She then led the girl back to the cell
where Janet had spent the night before.  The wall was down, so that Janet
would not appear to have any company  tonight.
"Have a good rest tonight," advised  Erica.
Erica then locked her collar to a chain that ended to the  ringbolt in the
wall.  Janet was  again imprisoned in the cell.
Sitting on the double bed, she realized that it was not  the single she had
slept in the night before.  Janet noticed a long lump under the  quilt.
Quickly she lifted the  covers and was shocked to discover Tiffany bound and
gagged.  The other slave girl had a collar  chained to the same ring as Janet
herself.  A ball gag prevented her from uttering a sound.  Leather straps
held Tiffany's legs  closed, along with one at her elbows.
Janet quickly undid the straps that bound Tiffany's arms  and legs
together.  She freed her  wrists and ankles from the small snap link that joined the
D rings  together.  Lastly she removed the  ball gag, and found a small key
there, attached to the  buckle.
"What's this for? Asked  Janet.
"Try it," suggested Tiffany.
The key didn't release the lock that held her to the  wall, but it did undo
the locks that held her feet in the high heels.  Janet moaned with relief
when the heels  were finally off, and then she proceeded to release Tiffany's
from the same  shoes.
"Am I going to be punished for releasing you?" asked  Janet.
"No. I'm your company for the night," answered  Tiffany.
"Oh Tiffany," cried Janet, "It hurt so  much!"
"It's all right.  You took the whip very well."
"But I screamed so much!"
"We all do.  Even behind a ball gag, if we are whipped while wearing one.
But you will get used to it.  Now let me treat your  wounds."
Tiffany filled a small basin and got a cloth from the  hidden bathroom.
Janet lay on the  bed as Tiffany sponged her wounds, soothing the crying girl
as she did  so.
Janet had been whipped.  She could not believe that it had  happened to
her.  She stole a glance  at her companion, aware that she had been a slave for
quite some  time.
"My back must be torn apart," said  Janet.
"Not really, silly," replied Tiffany, "you may have felt  like your skin
was being torn apart.  But Erica is a skilled Mistress.  You're barely
marked.  And as  much I endured, she never drew blood.  Look, I'll show you."
The basin was made of metal.  After draining it, Tiffany held it so  that
Janet could see her back, which she felt had been torn to ribbons.  Instead
she saw only a few  marks.
That night Janet found solace and comfort in the arms of  Tiffany.  She had
never even  considered that she might ever be attracted to another woman,
and might have  been repulsed at the thought.  However, having been punished
and spending the night in a cell with  someone who had endured the same
things made it seem  normal.
Tiffany was well used to comforting other girls.  She embraced Janet,
wiping her tears  away and assuring the frightened girl that she had done very
well.
The two girls sat on the bed, each naked and wearing  identical collars and
bracelets.  Janet examined the one around her companion's neck, fingering
the  leather.  She noticed that embossed  into the leather was Tiffany's
name.
"Yours has your name," observed  Janet.
"I've been here so long that it only seemed right to have  my own collar
and bracelet set," replied Tiffany.
Janet tried to pull hers off, but the leather was locked  around her throat
firmly.
"There's nothing one can do," Janet  stated.
"Not while we wear these," added  Tiffany.
"I can't believe I'm here.  I must be  mad!"
Tiffany shook her head.  Every slave girl always said the same  thing at
the beginning.  She had  also.
"That's just normal.  But along with the pain there will also  be pleasure.
"
"What sort of pleasure?" asked  Janet.
"Can't you think of something?  Here we are two naked girls, chained
together by our Mistress in a cell.  I'm sure that we can think of something."
Tiffany slowly began to caress Janet.  She drew the other girl towards her,
 clasping her arms around Janet naked form.  Janet reached out eagerly to
Tiffany, and the rolled on the bed, kissing  each other.
Tiffany tongued her way down to Janet's pussy, and she  buried herself in
her sex.  Janet  moaned with pleasure as her companion explored her body,
sending waves of  sensation through her entire body.
Janet was glad for Tiffany.  The girl was a tower of strength, able  to
withstand punishment without protest.  She hoped that she would be able to
learn from  her.
The two women made love together, far into the  night.  Even after the
lights had  dimmed, Janet seemed insatiable to explore Tiffany's lush naked
body.  She had never made love to another girl  before, and Tiffany was a
willing teacher.
She finally closed her eyes late into the evening,  hearing soft moans from
her companion.
Chapter Three: Janet's Double Life
=========================
For the next few months, Janet's life took on a strange  double existence.
After her first weekend with Mistress Erica, she had been  given a strange
looking ring that had a chain around it's entire  circumference.  Janet had
slipped  the ring on her index finger, where Erica had  ordered.
>From Monday through Friday she worked at her regular job  in NY as a
secretary.  On Friday  night, however, when most people were looking forward to a
normal weekend Janet  would be preparing for something quite different.  She
would shower and clean up, shave her  legs and eliminate as much body hair
as she could.  No bikini lines for a slave  girl!
She had asked a neighbor to keep an eye out for her  apartment when she was
gone for the weekend.  Her neighbors thought that the limo that  picked her
up every Friday might be taking her away to meet a rich date.  How
surprised they would be to know  instead that it was instead taking her away for a
night in Erica's  Dungeon!
Once, while exploring NY on her lunch hour after a power  failure had
cleared her building she heard of a strange shoe store near her job  that stocked
unusual shoes.  She  almost ran there, and nearly passed the place.  It was
small but neat.  Displayed inside were the same kind of  shoes that
Mistress Erica had forced her to wear as a slave.  She bought a pair that could be
locked  on her ankles (a visit to a hardware store for the little locks was
next); a  pair of calf high boots; and finally the clerk showed her a pair
of thigh high  boots as well.  Janet was overjoyed  and bought all three.
Finally she  would be able to get used to wearing such high heels at home
instead of just for  a weekend.  It was a good thing that  she had never put
down carpeting on her apartment.  This way she didn't have to worry about
tripping on the carpet while perched on those  shoes!
When the limo finally pulled up on Friday, Janet was glad  that it had
arrived.  She had  wondered just what might happen if she were to refuse to come
to Mistress  Erica's Mansion.  But instead, every  weekend, she dutifully
entered the limo and entered her double life of  slavery.
When it finally arrived at Erica's, Janet knew that she  was late.  She
exited the car and  walked briskly up the stairs to the door.  Andrea knew when
she had arrived since the gate had to be opened, and she  was waiting at
the front door.
"You're late," observed  Andrea.
"There was an accident on the  Bridge."
"You don't want to keep Mistress waiting," said  Andrea.
Janet followed Andrea back to what she called the "outfit  room."  This
was where she and  Tiffany would exchange their clothes for collars,
bracelets, and heels.  For two days Janet knew that she would  be naked while in the
Mansion and Dungeon.  The only people who would be wearing anything would be
Erica and  Andrea.
Once there, she saw that Tiffany had preceded her.  Tiffany was already
naked and prepared,  kneeling with her wrists and ankles locked behind her.
She was chained to the ringbolt set in  the wall, and inside her mouth was a
red rubber ball  gag.
"It's all your fault," Andrea  said.
Janet said nothing as she removed her clothes and let  Andrea examine her.
She kept quiet  as Andrea probed her underarms and breasts.  Then she was
made to bend over and  Andrea roughly examined her sex.
"Wet already," commented Andrea, "you're some little  Bondage Slut."
In no time at all, she was wearing her collar, bracelets,  and heels.  Made
to kneel on the  floor with her wrists joined behind her back, she wasn't
surprised when Andrea  produced a ball gag that was soon buckled in the back.
 Andrea than chained her to the same  ringbolt as Tiffany, then left the
two girls alone.
There was no way that Janet could communicate with  Tiffany.  Both girls
were bound and  gagged, and all they could do was to stare at one another and
think in their  imposed solitude.
After what seemed like an eternity, Andrea  reappeared.  She quickly placed
 blindfolds on both girls, then unchained them.  She made them stand up,
and chained  their collars together.  Then she  led them down to the dungeon
by pulling on a leash.  Since she felt an occasional tug on her  collar in
both directions, Janet guessed that she was in the lead this  weekend.
Once they entered the dungeon, both were separated.  They were secured to
the stone wall, and  Janet could hear Tiffany's heels as she stamped her feet
in frustration about  what was going to happen next.
Janet shivered in her nakedness.  All week long she had debated what to do
next.  Should she return to being  trained, or send the ring back to Erica?
 She had decided to go back since she had  been bored with her formally
normal existence.
Abruptly, Janet's blindfold was removed.  She saw her Mistress standing
before  her, dressed this time in a black leather corset, stockings, and thigh
high  leather boots.  The corset had  pulled her waist in and stuck her
chest out for a beautiful effect on her  figure.
Janet saw that Tiffany was chained as she was to the  other wall.  She
wondered who would  be first tonight to feel the whip of their  Mistress.
"Ready for tonight, dear?" asked  Erica.
With the ball still in her mouth, Janet did not reply  except to nod her
assent.
"Pity I can't issue ballgags in the many companies I own.  It just might
keep the phone bills  down," observed Erica.
Erica then reached around Janet's neck and unbuckled the  ball gag.  Even
though Janet had not  worn it long, she was glad when the hateful object was
finally  removed.
"Since you're still in training, you know that I'm going  to hurt you
deeply."
"Yes, Mistress.  Please punish me harshly."
Erica then traced the outline of Janet's breasts.  It was quite apparent
that she was  leading up to something!
"A slave girl can either be punished for something she  has done, or for
nothing at all.  In  addition, you can be punished for my pleasure alone.
Now, what do you want to be punished  with?  The whip or the riding  crop?"
Janet did not expect the question.  It was an interesting dilemma that she
had never been asked before.  How  could she choose the instrument of her
discipline?
"Whatever my Mistress desires shall be my method of  punishment.  Please
use whatever  will hurt me more and make me scream."
"Good.  I  think that we shall use the riding crop today.  It can really
hurt a naked  girl."
Erica then produced a key from the belt around her waist  and unlocked Janet
's collar chain from the wall.  She then led Janet over to another  section
of the Dungeon.  Janet did  nothing as her wrists were secured to a bar
hanging from the ceiling, and then  her ankles.  Janet realized that she  was
bound in the manner that she had first seen  Tiffany.
The spreader bars that held her wrists and ankles were  about three feet in
length.  That  meant that every part of anatomy was exposed and vulnerable
to whatever the  Mistress chose to do.  She shivered  with anticipation.
Andrea had unchained Tiffany and had led her away to the  other Dungeon.
Janet wondered what form of torment her companion would  undergo tonight.
Erica stood silently for a few moments, admiring the  position of her
latest slave girl.  She watched the skin crawl on her exposed body, wondering
what would  occur next.
Erica had the riding crop already on her belt.  She brandished it in front
of her  helpless captive.  Had Erica been in  the horsey set, the crop would
have been used on one of them.  Instead, it was far better used on naked
girls.
"Are you ready?" asked  Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
This time Erica began by striking Janet just once with  the riding crop.
The crop was a  simple piece of equipment.  A long  slender piece of bamboo
was encased in leather with a woven leather handle at  one end, a loop to
hold while riding and at the end of the rod a small loop of  leather.  It would
be either the rod  or the loop at the end that would make contact with the
slave.
Janet screamed.  All week she had been wondering if being whipped again
would somehow hurt  less than any week since she had been in the Dungeon.
Instead, when she again felt the pain  when the crop struck on the outside of
her thigh did she realize that it didn't  hurt any less then before.
Mistress Erica worked methodically, placing new stripes  on Janet's back,
behind, legs and breasts.  Janet heaved and cried out with each impact,
straining against her  bonds.  In no time, she had begun to  sweat from her
exertions.  Erica  noticed the droplets running down Janet's body.
"Are you having a good time?" asked  Erica.
"Yes Mistress.  Please continue," Janet cried.
"But first, I have to see something,  darling."
Erica then placed her right hand over Janet's sex,  kneading the sex of her
captive.  Janet knew that she had become excited by her ordeal.  She could
feel herself submitting to her  own body.
"Well now.  You're quite wet already, aren't you,  Janet?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Do you want me to  continue?"
"Yes, Mistress, please.  I've been looking forward to feeling  your riding
crop all week."
Janet didn't know what had come into her.  The crop had hurt worse than the
whip,  leaving red welts wherever it had struck.  She did not know how many
strokes she had taken, and she wondered how any  girl could possibly take
so many.  Tiffany had taken twenty-five.
Stroke!
"Yeeoh," Janet cried.
Erica continued where she had been before, leaving  further marks on Janet'
s skin.  She  was taking her discipline well, and it was only Friday  night.
"Janet, I will offer you a choice.  I have placed Tiffany in a rather
painful position.  If you take five  more with the riding crop, I will let you
see her.  If you take five more, for a total of  ten, I will free her and you
can take her place."
"Is it very painful, Mistress?" Janet  asked.
"Yes."
Janet considered her next move carefully, weighing the  alternatives.  She
had to make a  novel bargain: ten strokes and Tiffany's bondage.  Still, she
had caused her friend to  endure pain on her behalf before, and now she
wanted to make up for  it.
"Mistress, I accept."
"Good.  Do  you know what part of a girl is the most sensitive to
punishment?"
"Her sex, Mistress," Janet  answered.
"Correct, on the inside of her thighs.  And that's where I'm going to crop
 you."
Erica then struck once, harshly.  The stroke sent a jolt of through  Janet'
s body and she screamed terribly.
"Was I right?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good, then I'll continue."
Erica then struck again, this time on the other leg.  She watched as the
crop left a thin red  welt where it had struck.
Tearfully, Janet realized that she had made a  mistake.  How could she bear
such  agony?  It was one thing to be brave  about taking another girl's
punishment.  Quite another to be tormented first with the promise of more to
come.  She had only taken two  between her legs, and she wondered if she
could take any  more.
"Janet, I want you to count each  stoke."
"Three!"
"That's a good girl."
"Four!"
Tears streamed down Janet's face as she counted the most  painful form of
discipline that she had so far endured.  She never knew that such erotic
agony  could exist.
"Five!"
"Six!"
Janet struggled in her confinement, every movement making  her breasts
shake.
"Ten!"
Finally, the magic number had been reached.  Janet's thighs hurt terribly
from the  crop.  She was glad that the agony  of the crop was over, and
fearful that another was about to  begin.
"Well now.  You've been such a good little girl," Erica  observed.
"Yes, Mistress."
When it was offered to her, Janet kissed the crop  promptly and thanked
Erica for being her slave and being punished.  The last thing that she wanted
to be  punished for was neglecting the rules.
"Well now, I always honor my promises," said  Erica.
Janet was released from the hated bars, and she was again  standing with
her hands locked behind her back.  Erica grabbed one of the D rings on her
collar, and gently pulled her charge along.
Janet found herself walking to the other Dungeon, where  Tiffany was now
confined.  Janet's  thighs hurt where the crop had struck, and she couldn't
imagine how anyone could  bear such agony.  She wondered what  other torments
awaited her in her new role as  slave.
When she saw Tiffany, she gasped at the sight of her  friend.  Janet was
sitting on two  black slabs that had been joined at the top like the letter A.
 Tiffany sat at the apex, with her entire  weight resting upon her sex.
Her  ankle bracelets were locked to chains from the thing, and her joined
wrists in  back were locked to a ceiling chain.  She chain was pulled forward,
forcing Tiffany forward into a truly  agonizing posture.
"Enjoying yourself?" asked  Erica.
"Please Mistress, release me," cried  Tiffany.
"It's been some time since you last went riding the  horse.  Surely you've
forgotten that  you preferred it to the rack?"
"No, Mistress," Tiffany tearfully answered, "please don't  place me on
the rack.  It's just too  painful to bear."
"As you can see, I've brought Janet here to show her just  what a slave
girl must endure."
Erica pulled Janet by her collar directly in front of  Tiffany.  Janet was
aghast at how  her friend was bound.  She began to  wonder if seeing her
friend was worth the additional strokes.  And if taking even more to take her
place was a good idea.
"Would you do anything to get off the  horse?"
"Yes, Mistress," Tiffany  cried.
With her sex resting on the apex of the A and her  shoulders wracked by
being pulled taut, she would do almost anything to relieve  her predicament.
"Well now, I've already taken care of that.  I was cropping Janet, and I
offered her  a deal: take a few extra strokes to come see you.  Take a few
more and take your  place."
"No Mistress, please don't put Janet on the horse.  She has no idea just
how painful this  can be to a girl, resting on her sex."
"Why don't you two girls talk for a while.  I'll be in the next room.
When I come back, I'm sure that you two will have come to  a decision."
True to her word, Erica walked away.  She did not even secure Janet to
something, so she was somewhat free.  Even if her wrists were bound behind her
back, Janet could still  walk.
"Janet, you mustn't do this.  I'm already used to it, and you're  not.
But you're not ready  yet."
"How do I get ready?  I've just been cropped, and I'll be on  the thing
sooner or later, so why not now?"
"But it hurts terribly."
"So did the riding crop.  I took additional strokes just to take  your
place."
"You don't know the agony you'll be letting yourself in  for."
"Look, I have to do this.  I made a bargain with Erica.  There's no
telling what may happen if I  back out now."
"You stupid girl," said  Tiffany.
At that moment, Erica returned as if on  cue.
"Well, have you reached a  decision?"
"Yes, Mistress," answered Janet, "please allow me to take  Tiffany's
place upon the horse."
"Tiffany, is that your wish also?" asked  Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," Tiffany  answered.
"Good.  I'll  fasten Janet for a bit, then you can help me place her on
the  horse."
Janet's collar was locked to the wall, and she watched as  Tiffany was
slowly released.  First  her arms were lowered and the bracelets unlocked.
Tiffany straightened up, and massaged her  hurt wrists.  Then her ankle
bracelets were released, and she could lower her legs to the floor.  Erica helped
Tiffany to get off the  horse.
"Thank you Mistress," said  Tiffany.
"Now Tiffany, I want you to unlock Janet.  Then I want you to help me put
her on  the horse."
Erica handed a key to Tiffany, who unlocked her collar  chain.  Tiffany led
Janet over to  the horse, and unlocked her wrist bracelets.  Janet slowly
climbed up on the horse,  lowering her sex where the two slabs met.  She took
a deep breath when her sex took her  weight.
Erica then secured one leg and then the other.  Walking behind Janet, she
joined her  wrists together again.  Finally, she  attached the ceiling chain.
 Next  she activated something that began to draw Janet's arm  upwards.
Janet was cruelly thrust forward as her arms were drawn  upwards.  As her
legs were chained,  there was nothing for her to do except place her weight
upon her sex.  Janet gasped in  pain.
"Janet, is your curiosity  satisfied?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Do you think that you can ride the horse for a  while?"
"Yes, Mistress.  Please let me stay on the horse."
Erica turned towards Tiffany who was free of any sort of  confinement.
"Tiffany, hands behind your back," ordered  Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
When Tiffany did as she was ordered, Erica locked her  cuffs together and
attached a leash to her collar.
"Janet, why don't you just stay here for a while since I  want to
entertain Tiffany."
"Yes, Mistress."
"I won't even gag you since this is your first time on  the horse."
"Thank you, Mistress," gasped  Janet.
Janet watched in pain as Erica led Tiffany away.  She didn't say any kind
of farewell, as  it would have seemed trite and silly.  She had asked to ride
the horse, and here  she was.
It did not take long for Janet's shoulders to begin to  hurt, but she was
not ready when her sex began to throb also.  By design, Erica had whipped her
thighs  to excite them.  Now they ached, as  her pussy had to take her
entire weight!  Her sex throbbed with a regular painful rhythm, making Janet
moan on the  horse.
Janet rested upon the horse, sometimes raising her head  to survey her
surroundings.  There  was little to see in the Dungeon.
There was nothing so frightening for Janet as being  alone.  She twisted in
her bonds in  the hope that they would somehow fall away and she would be
free of the  horse.  However, it was all to no  avail.
Bound in that position, she could only draw short  breaths.  She cried
softly in her  pained solitude.
Never again would she ask to take another's  punishment.  She had learned
her  lesson that there was nothing either noble or altruistic in being
disciplined.
For the horse made it seem as if Janet was being split in  two, with the
focal point being upon her sex.  She never knew that a girl's sex could  take
something like this.  Tears  streaked her cheeks as she began to cry.  There
was nobody here to dry her tears  and comfort her and that made it seem
only worse.  She shifted her position again, hurting  from the slightest
movement.  All  that she could do was clench her fingers, since that was the only
movement that  didn't seem to cause her any pain.
Janet had not been aware that someone else had entered  the dungeon, since
she did not hear the click of any heels on the stone.  She knew she was not
alone when she felt  one of her breasts being fondled.
"Who's there?" she cried.
"Just me," said Andrea.
For the first time she noticed that Andrea was without  the shoes that were
usually locked on her feet.  Janet still had hers locked  on.
"Andrea, what are you doing  here?"
"Just thought I'd come down for a visit.  See how you liked riding the
horse."
"Why it's terrible.  I feel like I'm being split in two.  What next can I
look forward to?"
"Why, you could be whipped where you are.  Sometimes Erica attaches a dildo
to the  horse, and when you sit there it goes all the way into your  sex."
"Has she ever done that to  you?"
"Of course.  I've been her slave for a long time.  After being trained,
then you'll know  what it means to be a slave girl."
"Could you release me?"
"If she knew that I even had the keys to my shoes, I'd be  punished.  If I
would let you down  Erica would probably put me on the horse for a month,
then whip me every day for  good measure."
"Do you like being whipped?"
"Well, you get used to it," replied Andrea, "I have to  leave now.  I can'
t risk being  discovered here.  Bye."
Andrea fled.  Perhaps she had heard Erica returning, and it may have been
forbidden for  Janet to have visitors.  Never  before had Janet ever felt so
alone and dejected in her entire  life.
The next sound that Janet heard was the click of heels on  the stone floor.
 Erica walked into  view, and Janet could see that her bare flesh was
covered by a sheen of  sweat.
"Well now, having a good  time?"
"Mistress, I hurt terribly.  Please let me down?" plead  Janet.
"Only if you tell me if the pain was worth it to see  Tiffany."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Would you like to sit on the horse a little while  longer, or get a few
more strokes with the crop?"
"Mistress, please take me down from the horse.  I'll take a few more
strokes.  It's just unbearable for a girl to have  her sex split in two."
"Good.  I'll  take you down off the horse now, and I'll give you the
strokes immediately in  front of Tiffany."
Erica began to release Janet from the agonies of the  horse.  Janet moaned
with pain when  she was finally standing again in her heels on the stone
floor.  She would do anything to get off the  horse.  Even if it meant the
riding  crop again!
Erica did not leave her charge free for long.  Janet's wrists were soon
locked behind  her back, and her collar again leashed her.
When they entered the first Dungeon, it was apparent that  the two slaves
had traded places.  Tiffany was now receiving the crop that Janet had
bargained for the  horse.
There was a similar setup awaiting Janet as Erica quickly  chained her in
the same position as she was before.  The bars and chains already stretched
Tiffany, and fresh marks adorned her skin.  The riding crop was hanging from
a D ring on her collar, and a red rubber  ball gag prevented her from
making a sound.
Erica walked over to Tiffany.  She casually took the riding crop from  her
collar, and began to fondle the bound girl's breasts.  Tiffany squealed
through her  gag.
"Well now.  Two girls chained in the Dungeon.  Tiffany here has taken the
crop like a good girl.  And since Janet has offered to take the  crop again
instead of the horse, I'm only too happy to oblige," said  Erica.
Erica walked over to Janet and offered her the crop.  Janet kissed the crop
without being  ordered to.  By now, she was getting  used to the routine of
being a slave girl.
Janet moaned when the crop struck her again.  She strained against her
bonds but to no  avail.
There was nothing to compare to the pain that the riding  crop produced.
Janet yelled and  screamed, plead and moaned as the hated object struck her
flesh again and  again."
"Please Mistress," she cried,  "mercy!"
"You're still new at this, Janet.  When you've been a slave like Tiffany,
then you can ask for mercy.  For  now, I have to test your limits."
Tiffany could do nothing but watch, as Janet had to take  the riding crop
for the second time that night.  She felt sorry for her companion in
slavery.  She knew that while Janet  was in agony from her torment, she was perhaps
secretly enjoying it.  She had seen many slave girls in all her  years of
being one.  Tiffany had  learned to recognize the signs of when a girl
complained about her ordeal, yet  really liked being punished.
"Please stop!" cried Janet.
"Well now!  Rebellion amongst my slaves?" laughed Erica. "I have a
perfectly good way  to deal with that!"
Erica produced a ball gag from somewhere, and proceeded  for force it into
Janet's mouth.  Before, Janet had accepted the gag  willingly.
"I don't want to gagged!"
"Silly girl, it doesn't matter what you want," replied  Erica.
Erica tried to force the ball into Janet's mouth, and  Janet resisted by
keeping her jaws closed.  Erica then pinched Janet's right nipple, making her
yelp with  surprise.  When her mouth was open,  the gag was forced in and
pulled back.  Erica quickly buckled the straps in back.
Janet could do little but moan through the gag.  In the weeks since she had
been a slave,  she had not yet grown used to the gag as yet.
She thought that there was never such a perfect  device.  Unlike what she
had seen on  TV or in films, this gag was really designed to keep a girl
quiet.  The ball was round, and fit a girl's  mouth perfectly.  The straps
pulled  the ball back into her mouth, and all Janet could do was to moan.  There
was no way that she could ever get  the thing out of her mouth.
"There now, enjoy the gag?" asked  Erica.
Erica continued to deliver repeated strokes with the  riding crop.
"Now I'm almost done, so hold still while I give you a  few more strokes
to remember," commented Erica.
The dominant was not exaggerating when she struck Janet  especially hard.
This caused Janet  to heave and strain against her bonds, and tears again
fell down her  cheeks.  Janet's flesh burned under  the repeated impacts of
the crop.
Finally, it was over.  Erica unlocked the gag, then offered the  crop to
Janet.
"Kiss it, you silly slave girl.  Or would you prefer a few more?" asked
Erica.
"No Mistress."
Janet placed her lips around the crop's handle, and  proceeded to slowly
kiss the hated object.  Just a few seconds before, her mouth had been felled
with the gag. Now  she was embracing the instrument of her torment.
"Now then, for being such a bad girl, I might just give  you over to Andrea
for the rest of the night.  She has some quite definite ideas on  what to
do with unruly slave girls.  However, I have a better idea."
Erica then called Andrea over.  They both unlocked their respective
slaves, Erica leashing Tiffany and Andrea taking Janet.  As both were gagged,
neither could  communicate with the other except for stolen  glances.
Janet suddenly realized the value of silent films, which  she had
previously despised.  All  she could do was to look at her companion in slavery and
despair that they could  not talk to one another.
Erica then whispered something in Andrea's ear.  The maid nodded her head
at the  instructions that she had been given. She pulled Janet along, and she
had no  alternative but to comply with the pull of the  chain.
The two arrived before a steel door set in the wall.  Andrea removed a key
from her uniform,  and she unlocked the mysterious door.  Janet was led
inside.
It was a smaller room, which had against the far wall a  small door with
bars.  The space  inside was small, like a closet laid on its end.
"Now hold still," instructed Andrea as she removed  Janet's gag.
"Thank you," said Janet as she took several deep  breaths.
"You've got to hurry up and use the bathroom before I put  you in solitary,
" explained Andrea.
"That what this room is?" asked  Janet.
Andrea hurriedly unlocked Janet's wrists.  She pointed to a toilet set in
the  wall.
"Please use it.  If I don't report back within a certain amount of time, it
'll be my turn  on the horse.  And wash your face,  you look terrible."
Janet did as she was ordered.  She was grateful for the chance to pee,  as
she was ready to burst from all the excitement she has undergone while being
 cropped.  She looked at herself in  the mirror.  Was the naked striped
girl that looked back at her really Janet Davis, the same one who had felt
embarrassed and shy about her body?
Andrea opened the cage, and Janet climbed in.  It was lined with stuffed
vinyl on five  sides, except for the door of steel prison bars.
"Your arms and legs can remain free, but you'll have to  wear those shoes
all night," said Andrea as she locked the door behind  Janet.
Janet grabbed the bars and shook them without  effect.
"What did I do to get here?" Janet  cried.
"Resisted Erica," answered Andrea, "and for wanting to be  a slave girl."
It was the last thing that she heard before Andrea turned  down the lights
and left Janet alone in solitary.  The cell was long enough so that Janet
could stretch out lengthwise.  It  was annoying to have to wear the heels all
night.
*                                  *
      *                                  *
"Had a good night?" asked Erica. "It's morning,  Janet."
Janet stirred in her prison.  She rolled over in her jail, and pulled
herself over to the bars.  Grasping  one bar in each hand, she looked eagerly at
her  Mistress.
"Yes, Mistress.  Thank you for putting me in solitary."
"Perhaps Andrea did not tell you about this  punishment.  You're to be
locked in  here all day.  Don't worry, Andrea  will be down with a tray for you
a little later.  Of course, you won't be let out, so  you'll be given a
bedpan to use.  That's punishment for bad slave girls who don't know how to
behave."
Erica walked out of the lit room.  She closed the massive door with a bang,
 and it echoed in the small space that held Janet.  All that Janet could do
was to flail at  the bars uselessly.
Janet wondered what had happened last night to  Tiffany.  Had she received
more  punishment?  Had she been placed  somewhere in a special confinement?
All sorts of ideas flooded into Janet's  mind.  She had come to realize
anything was now possible when one was a slave  girl.
No matter what she tried to do, avoiding punishment had  proved to be
impossible.  First she  was harshly whipped, then offered the chance to see
Tiffany.  She had taken it, at the price of  additional strokes with the riding
crop.  Her agony from riding the horse was something that she would not
forget  for some time.  Then she had been  whipped later anyway.
She knew that any attempt at eluding a thrashing was  useless.  No matter
what she could  say, there was nothing except for the reality of the whip.
Besides, Mistress Erica could always  silence her cries through the use of a
gag.
For Janet, her day in solitary was long and boring.  Andrea who passed the
tray through a  slot in the bars fed her.  A bedpan  took care of her toilet
needs.  The  room was kept lit, and there was little to do except try and
sleep.  She supposed that she could play with  her own sex, but there might
be a punishment for doing that without  permission.
There was nothing so frustrating as the lack of a  clock.  Janet had wished
for one  when she had been on the horse.  She  had wanted to know her
endurance on the hideous  device.
Janet decided not to ask Erica.  She guessed that her question just might
land her on the horse again, on a whim of Erica's.
She longed for a visit from Tiffany, except that she was  either in
confinement or under orders no to.  Tiffany said that she had been punished  many
times, and that Janet should get used to it.
>From what she had already seen, there were many ways of  bringing a slave
girl to agony.  The  devices that Erica possessed were meant to be used in
the training of slave  girls, and Erica had the desire to use them.  Janet's
usual feminine wiles were  useless here, when confronted by a strong
determined  Mistress.
Janet grasped at the bars again, straining her hurt  muscles against them.
It was a futile gesture, and it did little to help her  escape solitary.
Her plastic and  steel prison was rather bearable.  She was not forced to
maintain a painful position, nor was she surround  by cold steel.  She
remembered  seeing Tiffany locked in the metal cage, and wondered when it would be
her  turn!
Andrea appeared outside the bars.  She carried a small cup of coffee, which
 Janet eagerly drank when offered.
"I'll bet that you're lonely just now," observed  Andrea.
"There really isn't much that a naked girl can do in a  cage," Janet
answered.
"You'll get used to it.  I spent many hours in there, alone and  crying.
You'll find that a slave girl can get used to  anything."
"What time is it?" Janet  asked.
"The one item that I was told would get me a whipping  would be if I told
you what time it was.  So don't ask again.  You're  not waiting for a train.
 It's not  as if you're going anywhere," Andrea observed.
Andrea vanished as quickly as she had appeared.  Janet wished for her
return, as at least  she was some company.  Andrea  outranked Janet and Tiffany,
since she outfitted them for their bondage  rituals.  Though she had never
seen  Andrea wielding a whip, it was very possible that she was allowed to do
so.  Janet had learned not to find out by  provoking her.  Having already
been  both whipped and cropped (she wondered what other methods of pain
awaited her)  she had learned not to risk any additional  punishment!
She hoped that the entire day had elapsed when Andrea  appeared again, this
time to unlock her vinyl  prison.
"Out," ordered Andrea.
Janet eagerly jumped out of solitary, and Andrea closed  the door behind
her.
"Wait," said Andrea.
Janet was soon confined again, with her wrists behind her  back and led by
Andrea's leash.  The  one thing that a slave girl was not allowed to feel
was  free.
She was led out of the Dungeons, the only sound being  that of her heels
clicking on the stone floor.  At least Janet wasn't gagged yet, but  that
minor detail could change quickly.
Even though the Dungeon was deserted, Janet somehow knew  that it was again
her turn to be disciplined.
Andrea than pulled her along to the usual bars.  In no time at all, she was
locked again,  spread-eagled to receive some form of punishment.  She took
short shallow breaths in  anticipation.
Erica appeared, this time alone.  She was wearing another leather outfit,
one that exposed her breasts and hugged her every  curve.
"Well now.  Had a good night?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Enjoyed your time in  solitary?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good.  Someday in the future, you'll enjoy another stay in there all by
yourself.  Maybe for a whole week?"  Erica suggested.
"Yes, Mistress," meekly answered Janet.  To stay in solitary for a night
had been  restful.  But being confined there  for a whole week seemed just
too much to take!
"Now then, what shall I do with you today?" asked  Erica.
"Whatever my Mistress desires," answered  Janet.
"Do you like being  punished?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good.  I'm  sure that I can oblige you then.  The only question is how.
I  can cause great pain in a girl, if I so choose.  I can also provide great
pleasure,  also."
Janet kept silent.  Any answer might just produce an unwanted  result.
"I think I know," said  Erica.
Much to her surprise, Janet found herself being lowered  to the floor
again.  She did not  know what was in store for her, but it might be something
new.
After Janet was released, her hands were cuffed behind  her back again,
with the leash attached to her  collar.
"Come over here," ordered  Erica.
Janet was pulled over to the wall, and stood there while  Erica looked for
something in the wall cabinet.
"There it is," said Erica.
It was an exact duplicate of the chastity belt that she  had worn before,
except that attached to the center strap was a phallic object  simulating an
erect male member.  Janet gasped at the sight of it.  Surely Erica was not
thinking of using that on  her!
"Ever seen one of these?  It's a dildo, designed to keep you  occupied for
a while."
"Is that for me, Mistress?" asked  Janet.
"I thought that it might make a nice change from the  whip.  I was planning
on using the  dildo next week, but you're such a willing slave."
"Yes, Mistress.  Please use it on me?" asked Janet.
"Good.  Now  just stand still and open wide."
Janet watched with mounting anticipation as Erica first  buckled the belt
around her waist.  She pulled the belt tight, and Janet had to exhale in
order to  accommodate it.
"Here it comes," said Erica, "open  wide."
Janet bent down slightly, opening her legs.  She felt as the dildo entered
her sex,  and she gasped and moaned as Erica gently pushed the thing in.
She was astonished as it penetrated  deeper into her sex, moaning the deeper
in it went.
Erica finished her unusual task by buckling the strap in  at Janet's back.
Janet could now  appreciate why the belt around her waist had to be so
tight.  This way there was no chance of her  removing it, and it kept the
phallus in position.
"Now walk," said Erica, as she released Janet's  hands.
Janet began by taking a few hesitant careful steps, under  Erica's watchful
gaze.  She was by  now used to hobbling around in the high heels.  But
having the dildo inside her sex kept  her in a constant state of sexual
excitement.
"Like it?" asked Erica.
Janet paraded in front of Erica, her cheeks flushed and  her breaths short
and fast.  She  knew that if she stopped, she might be chastised for it.
Far better to do as Erica ordered, rather  than being whipped again.
The dildo produced one climax after another and it rubbed  against her at
every step.  Janet  knew that she was already wet from the dildo, and she had
only had it inside her  for a few minutes.
"Yes, Mistress.  It's like nothing I've ever had before."
"All the girls say that.  Since you like it so much, I'll leave it  locked
inside you for a while.  Would you like to come upstairs?"
"Yes, Mistress, please?" Janet  asked.
After being in the Dungeon, she wanted to see something  besides stone and
steel.
"It's really late afternoon," said  Erica.
"Thank you, Mistress."
Janet was blindfolded again, and after a few minutes,  they were upstairs.
Erica had not  cuffed her wrists, since it was hard for Janet to maintain
her balance with the  addition of the dildo inside her.
Erica then released Janet's leash, and Janet found  herself free inside the
house.
"Andrea is cooking dinner, and Tiffany should be around  someplace.  If you
need something,  just find either of us," advised Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
For Janet, every step produced a climax.  She had once gone into a sex shop
and  seen the dildos lined up, and fantasized what it might be like to use
them.  Now that she had one inside her, it was  quite a new experience!
Janet stood in the library, wondering if she had the  courage to try a walk
outside with the dildo inside her.  She heard the click of heels, and saw
Tiffany.
"Hello there," greeted Tiffany. "Enjoy your stay in  solitary?"
"At least I wasn't whipped," Janet  replied.
"That will come," said  Tiffany.
Her companion was naked like before, wearing only her  bracelets and heels.
"Got something inside you?" asked  Tiffany.
"How can you tell?" said  Janet.
"From the way you're standing, I'd say that there's  something inside
that belt of yours.  Dildo?"
"Yes."
"Nothing to be ashamed of.  Before I met Erica, I had my own  vibrator to
keep me company.  Besides, there's no secrets between two naked slave girls,
are  there?"
"No, I guess not."
Tiffany picked up a glossy magazine from the table and  sat down on the
couch.  Janet  hobbled over and joined her, trying to sit comfortably with the
phallus inside  her.
"You'll have a time getting used to it," offered  Tiffany.
Janet idly pulled at the leather straps and the little  padlocks that kept
it inside her.  Her nails had no effect against the leather and steel of the
 belt.
"I feel so aroused," said  Janet.
"I was once in a slave contest where were had those belts  and we were made
to run races and do other  contests."
"What did the winner get?" asked  Janet.
"She was awarded to another Mistress for a  week."
"What did the losers get?"
"Punished, of course."
"Did you win?" asked Janet.
"I was the property of Mistress Stephanie for a week,"  answered Tiffany.
"How was she?" Janet asked.
"You're not supposed to ask about another Mistress,"  cautioned Tiffany, "
there's a punishment for that."
Having the dildo inside Janet made her feel intensely  aroused.  Idly, she
began to touch  her breasts, finding that her nipples were erect from the
state of excitement  that she was in.
Janet found that droplets of sweat were running down her  body.  She felt
hot and flushed in  her condition.
"I want to walk outside," said  Janet.
"It's a bit chilly.  You'll catch a cold if you go outside."
"Maybe I can wear something," ventured  Janet.
"Silly, slave girls don't wear clothes.  What we've got on is all we're
going to  get," said Tiffany.
"Tiffany?" asked Janet, "suck my nipples,  please?"
"No. There'll be a terrible penalty if we're caught.  And I'd like to
avoid any unnecessary  stripes if I can."
"I think that we'll be punished anyway.  Please?"
"No!" Tiffany replied, "look at  me!"
Tiffany displayed her marks, tracing the path of them on  her skin.  It wasn
't worth it giving  Janet what she wanted, knowing that a penalty awaited
her.
Tiffany wanted to be confined somewhere so that Janet  couldn't get her
into trouble.
"Bonding together, dears?" questioned Erica as she  entered the library.
Both girls looked up from the couch at their  Mistress.
"Keeping out of trouble,  Tiffany?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Janet, what are you doing?" Erica  demanded.
Janet did not realize that she was still fondling her  right nipple.
"Did I say you could do that?" asked  Erica.
"No, Mistress."
"There will be a punishment for that tonight, after  dinner.  Since you're
becoming such  a bondage slut."
"Yes, Mistress," answered  Janet.
"Are you a bondage slut?" asked  Erica.
"Yes, Mistress.  I'm a bondage slut," answered Janet.
"Good.  Just  the response that I wanted to hear."
"Mistress?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Janet."
"Can I go to the bathroom?"
Janet had not asked for years if she could go to the  bathroom.  Erica
accompanied her,  and she unlocked the dildo portion of the harness, leaving the
belt locked  around her waist.  Once Janet was  finished and had cleaned
herself up, she was soon locked into the harness  again.
"Let me show you something," said  Erica.
Janet followed her Mistress into the library.  She opened wall panel to
reveal a TV  set.  She popped a tape in the VCR,  and Janet saw something that
made her gasp with  astonishment.
On screen were girls dressed in some kind of  costume!  They were wearing
thigh  high boots, a leather bodysuit with their hands locked behind their
backs, and  bridles!
The girls were made to act like horses, and were made to  pull carts and
have races!
"They're called pony girls," said  Erica.
"It's fantastic, Mistress."
"I don't do that sort of thing, but Mistress Cheryl  does.  She has a pony
girl camp  during the summer.  Perhaps I'll  send you there for a while if
you've been bad.  Or good for that  matter."
Dinner was an interesting affair.  Andrea served Erica in the main dining
room, with both naked girls in attendance.  Janet was still wearing her
harness, and it was agony to wear the dildo  in her pussy for so long.  Both
girls assisted Andrea in serving their Mistress, who wore an evening gown,
made  entirely of rubber.  They were  taught how to serve, pour wine, display
themselves, and remove the  dishes.
"One day, I will be entertaining other Dominants," said  Erica, "and you
have to be ready to serve them.  Naked, of  course."
Janet was extra careful not to drop or spill  anything.  That was made more
 difficult by the heels and dildo that she wore.  It was a victory that she
managed to get  through the meal with doing anything wrong.
When she was replacing Erica's coffee cup on the serving  trolley, Erica
got up behind her and started to massage her  behind.
"You've been a good girl,  Janet."
"Yes, Mistress."
"You didn't do anything  wrong."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"I've got something special in mind for you, then," said  Erica.
"Thank you, Mistress.  I'm sure it will be  interesting."
Later that evening, after Andrea and the two slave girls  had eaten and
rested, it was again time to go to the  Dungeon.
Janet stood leashed with her hands cuffed behind her back  and a ball gag
in her mouth, in the Dungeon.  Her only companion was  Erica.
"I think that the paddle on your behind would be  suitable?" said Erica.
"Don't you?"
Janet's eyes widened in surprise when she saw that Erica  was holding a
leather paddle in her hands.
She pulled Janet over to a vinyl covered saw horse and  first secured her
ankles, after having first drawn them apart.  Unlocking her wrists, Janet was
bent  over the horse.  Her wrists were  secured.
Her behind was sticking up in the air.  She squealed when she felt Erica's
hands  probing her sex.
"You must be pretty sore and horny after had that dildo  in your pussy all
day," said Erica, "once I sentenced one of my other girls to  wear it all
day at her regular job.  I'm told that she was quite efficient that  day."
Janet felt her behind pushed and probed her ass cheeks  separated, and her
flesh kneaded.  She moaned from behind her gag.  Then she felt lubricant
spread into her asshole, and became  afraid.
Erica had put on a pair of rubber surgical gloves, and  gently inserted her
finger with lubricant into Janet's asshole.  Janet was really not ready for
this, so  Erica probed gently and did not force her finger  inside.
"Calm, dear.  Calm.  Don't get excited, I'm  not going to hurt you there.
Since  your behind is in such an excellent position, I just thought that I'
d take this  chance to explore.  They'll be other  times when I'll use your
asshole."
Janet whimpered from behind the gag.  If it had not silenced her, she would
 have been screaming by now.  Still,  it was more from fright than actual
pain.  Erica slowly inserted her finger, lubricating Janet's asshole, only
moving her gloved finger inside when she felt that Janet was open and ready
for  her.
Even though Janet's asshole had almost clamped shut at  first, Erica was a
talented Mistress.  She calmed and soothed Janet, putting her at ease and
relaxing her so  that she could probe her behind.
"You did very well, Janet," complimented Erica when she  had completed her
examination.
"Mmmmmmmph," Janet answered from behind her  gag.
Bent over the horse, Janet had gradually relaxed while  her behind was
being probed.  Erica  had been gentle and soothing, and Janet had soon
cooperated with having her  asshole fingered.  She had been  afraid that she might be
torn open, but instead she had merely been frightened  of nothing.
"Now for the paddle," said  Erica.
She displayed the leather paddle to Janet.  It was a thick heavy paddle
that  bent.  Erica showed it to her  captive.
"Ready dear?" asked Erica.
Janet shook her head no as the first blow struck.  It was a light blow, not
the devastating  one that she had feared.  It stung,  and the broad leather
had left a large footprint where it had struck her  behind.
Erica continued slowly, delivering each blow with the  precision that she
used with the whip.  Janet felt the skin of her naked behind heat up slowly
with each blow,  feeling ever more erotic as the paddle impacted on her
flesh.
"Your skin is turning a lovely shade of red, Janet,"  Erica observed.
Janet bit down on the gag.  Somehow, the gag gave her the dignity to
accept her punishment, since she might plead and embarrass herself if she was
free of it.
First one cheek, then the other felt the sting of the  paddle.  Erica used
slightly  stronger strokes, which made Janet moan and squirm.  She pulled at
her bracelets without  effect, marveling at the sheer practical nature of
their keeping a girl utterly  helpless.
Bent over, she felt so embarrassed.  Helpless, with her behind in the air,
she was at Erica's complete mercy.
Having had her asshole already probed made her concerned  for what might
happen next.  When  Erica said that she was totally owned by her Mistress,
Janet realized that it  was true.
"I'm finished," said Erica as she replaced the paddle on  its hook.  She
bent down and  released Janet's ballgag.
"Thank you, Mistress," said  Janet.
"That's good, dear," answered  Erica.
"May I ask a question, Mistress?" asked  Janet.
"Sure."
"Where's Tiffany?"
"Tied up somewhere, I should imagine.  Andrea is entertaining her just  now.
"
"Thank you, Mistress."
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                             *
Monday morning found Janet getting ready for work.  Getting up early to
shower, she admired  the marks from the whip and the crop.  She fingered her
pussy and felt herself wet from the memory of having the  dildo inside her.
Her behind was a  little tender, but sitting was possible.
How am I going to keep my mind on my work today? Janet  asked herself, when
I'm so sexually charged?
Chapter Four: Slave Girl on Loan
=========================
Time passed as Janet continued to lead her highly unusual  life.  From
Monday through Friday,  she worked at her job and lived normally.  She worked,
shopped, did laundry.  She refused the advances on men at her job, and
stopped socializing with  her female friends.  Gradually, she  acquired the
nickname of Ice Queen.
When Friday came, she couldn't wait for the arrival of  the limo to take
her to Mistress Erica for her bondage session.  Little could her co-workers
imagine just  what she was doing on her time off.  Normally, they would all go
out for happy hour on Friday.  Janet would refuse, since she had to get
ready.
Her choice of sexual outlet would have surprised  them.  She did not
mention it to  anybody.  Janet kept her dark secret  well, and nobody suspected
just what she was really doing with her  life.
While reading an alternative publication, she found an ad  for a fetish
shop.  On a weekday  after work, she ventured there to find the same sort of
equipment that had been  used on her by Mistress Erica.  To  compliment the
high heels that she wore at home, Janet purchased a set of collar  and
bracelets so that she could wear them at home and fantasize about Mistress  Erica.
She saw that the shop also  had a dildo harness, and she passed on buying
it.  But she remembered how long she had worn  it and what effect it produced
on her.
One weekday evening while she was at home the phone  rang.  She was naked,
and wearing  her collar and bracelets.  She was  startled, since she had not
been expecting anyone to  call.
"Hello?" asked Janet.
"Janet?  Hello, it's Erica.  Glad I  caught you at home.  I have to give
you some bad news."
"Mistress, what's wrong?" asked Janet, concern in her  voice.
"Nothing bad, except that I have to go out of the country  on business for
a few weeks.  Andrea  and I will be leaving for Europe tomorrow.  I have
some business to take care of  there."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Janet  answered.
"I know how disappointed you must feel.  So I've arranged for you too see
a good  friend of mine.  She'll take care of  you while I'm gone.  Is that
all  right?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress.  How will I meet her?" Janet asked.
"Don't worry.  She'll contact you."
"What's her name?" asked  Janet.
"Mistress Stephanie.  You must remember to obey her  implicitly, since she
will report your conduct when I  return."
"Yes, Mistress.  I'll be a good slave girl," offered Janet.
"I know you will, Janet.  Bye."
"Goodbye, Mistress Erica, and I love you," said  Janet.
"I know you do."
Janet was disappointed when she finally hung up the  phone.  She had been
expecting to  see Erica as usual this weekend, and instead she had been
handed over to another  Mistress.  Still, Tiffany had said  that she had already
been with Stephanie, but did not want to talk about  her.  Damn!  Why didn't
they just exchange phone  numbers, instead of being anonymous to each
other!  She really wanted to have Tiffany as a  friend and confidant, not just
fellow slave!
Her next few days were spent in an aura of  anticipation.  She jumped on
every  phone call, tore open every letter.  As yet, there had been nothing.
By Thursday night, she was sure that Stephanie was not  going to call.
Surely this  mysterious person would have already called to speak to her new
charge.
Just when Janet had stepped out of the shower naked and  dripping wet, the
phone rang.  She  raced over to pick it up.
"Hello, is this Janet?" asked a woman's  voice.
"Yes," said Janet  breathlessly.
"My name is Stephanie Richards.  We've never met, but we have a friend in
common, Erica.  She asked me if I  would take care of you while she's away.
 Is that acceptable to  you?"
"Yes," Janet was so excited that she could barely  answer.
"Good.  She  told me of your limits, and I have agreed.  We shall follow
the same procedures every weekend, as you do with  Erica."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Good.  I'll  send a limo tomorrow night.  And  don't be late, I don't
like lateness.  Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Just be ready," cautioned  Stephanie.
Before Janet could say anything else, she heard the  received hang up on
the other end.  Janet toweled herself off, and found that her sex was wet with
 anticipation from talking with Stephanie.
Friday, she waited outside her door.  Finally, a limo pulled up and she got
 inside.  The driver aimed the car  towards the parkway.  She watched as
the car went again to Connecticut, to a town  not far from Greenwich.  Erica
and Stephanie were almost  neighbors!  After a long drive, when  it had
gotten dark, they pulled up in front of a large walled estate.  The car entered
though a locked gate,  and pulled up in front of a lit doorway.
Janet took her coat and purse, and exited the car.  She walked over to the
door, and rang  the bell.
The door was opened not be maid dressed in rubber, but by  a beautiful
woman in her late 30s.
"Are you Stephanie?" asked  Janet.
"Mistress Stephanie, thank you.  Please come in,  Janet."
Stephanie took Janet's coat and placed it in the hall  closet.  Janet kept
her silence,  since she was in the presence of her new Mistress.
"Please come into the library.  I was involved in something when you
arrived."
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet followed Stephanie into the library.  It was a big room, loaded with
bookcases  full of books and draped over a chair was a Maid's latex uniform,
complete with  stockings and shoes.  Janet kept  silent when she saw that a
naked girl was bound to a leather footstool.  Her knees and elbows were
roped to the  legs of the footstool, and she had a full ball gag trainer in her
 mouth.
"This is Camille, my Maid.  She did not obey my command, so I was  getting
ready to punish her when you arrived."
Camille looked at Janet, her mouth silenced with the ball  gag.  She was
bound to the leather  footstool, and she was rubbing her naked body against
the leather.  It was quite erotic to  see.
"Camille, stop that!" ordered Stephanie.  "You're not bound there to get
off  sexually.  Wait till I finish with  Janet here, and then I'll attend to
you."
Camille grunted in reply.
"Please be seated," directed  Stephanie.
Janet seated herself in a nearby chair.  She watched as Stephanie pulled a
heavy  armchair over, then placed her legs over Camille's bound form.
Camille was being used as a piece of  furniture!
"Erica tells me you are a slave girl.  Is that  correct?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"How long have you been in  training?"
"Several months."
"Have you been whipped?"
"Yes, Mistress", Janet answered.  How strange this conversation  was!
"Good.  Erica  and I have been friends and associates for a long time.  We
have shared many things over the  years, including girls.  I agreed to
continue your training while she is away, do you  understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"You must realize that you must obey me as you would obey  her.  Failure
will result in a truly  painful punishment.  Are you  prepared to accept the
orders of another Mistress?"
"Yes, Mistress.  Else I would not be here tonight."
"Good.  I see  that you already know the correct forms of address.  I hope
that you are well trained, since  I shall be expecting much from you.  Here
is something from Mistress Erica.  I think that you'll know what to  do."
Stephanie produced a sealed box, which she handed to  Janet.  Janet tore
the tape off, and  opened it to reveal her collar, bracelets, and  shoes.
"Mistress Stephanie, permission to prepare?" asked  Janet.
"Go ahead, Janet," answered  Stephanie.
Janet was by now used to the idea of being naked before  another woman.
She stood up and  began to remove her clothes.  She  undid her skirt, blouse,
shoes, garter belt and stockings.  Her bra and panties followed next, and
she was naked in front of Stephanie.
"Stand still," ordered  Stephanie.
"Yes, Mistress."
Stephanie inspected her new charge.  Janet was simply lovely, and her body
was well striped.
"Turn around and hold your arms straight  up."
Janet did as she was  instructed.
Camille grunted when Stephanie removed her legs from her  back.
"Janet, I want you to bend over," ordered  Stephanie.
Janet bent over to touch her toes.  She stood still as Stephanie began to
feel her back, then inserted a hand between her legs.  Stephanie fondled her
sex quickly, then  moved on to her breasts.  Janet  flinched when her
nipples were pulled, but she remained  silent.
Stephanie felt Janet's bottom, massaging the girl's ass  cheeks.  She then
reached up with  one hand for Janet's sex again, making her shiver with her
touch.  Janet moaned when she felt Stephanie's  examination of the most
private parts of her body.
"You may stand up now," she  commanded.
Janet stood straight again, under the watchful eye of her  new Mistress.
She did not look  Stephanie directly in the eye, since that would be a reason
to punish  her.
"You can put on your bracelets now," Stephanie  ordered.
Usually, Andrea would lock Janet into her bondage.  However, she was in
Stephanie's house  now, so she had to do that herself.
Hesitantly, she picked up the collar and locked it around  her neck.  Then
she locked the  bracelets around her wrists and ankles.  Finally, she locked
the high heels on her feet.  She locked the small padlocks shut after  she
pulled the metal loop through the leather  strap.
"Excellent," commented  Stephanie.
"Thank you, Mistress," said  Janet.
"Before we begin, I want to show you how I treat my  slaves."
Stephanie walked over to a cabinet, and after opening a  drawer she
produced a large dildo and a riding crop.  She flexed the crop in her hands to show
 its stiffness to Janet.
"Have you been cropped before?" asked  Stephanie.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good.  This  will be for Camille."
Taking the two objects, Stephanie approached the bound  Camille.  She
inserted the dildo  within Camille's sex, after first lubricating the phallus.
Camille grunted when the dildo was  placed within the lips of her sex, and
arched her back to help Stephanie plunge  it into her sheath.
Once Stephanie was satisfied that the dildo was placed  firmly within
Camille, she began to pinch the bound girl's breasts and ass.  This made her
squirm and moan from  within her ball gag.  Her friction  against the leather of
the footstool was also having an effect on the bound  girl, as she rubbed
against it.
"Keep that dildo in your pussy," ordered Stephanie, "Or  you'll get
something up your behind!"
Stephanie then began to slowly caress Camille with the  riding crop.  At
the very end was a  small leather loop, which she traced over Camille back,
behind, calves, and  feet.
"There now, Camille," said Stephanie.  "Don't you regret breaking that
dish?"
All that Camille could do was to  moan.
Stephanie began to lightly crop Camille, with the crop  leaving tiny red
marks on her naked skin.  The Mistress would first place a series of marks on
one area, then move  on to another.  She then began to  increase the
intensity and strength of her strokes, making Camille rub against  the footstool.
Janet stood entranced by the scene, watching Stephanie  discipline her
errant slave.  She  noticed that every now and then, Stephanie would make
certain that the dildo was  still within Camille's pussy.  Janet  marveled at the
control that the girl had!  By now, Janet knew that she would have lost all
control and expelled the  phallus from her sex.
After a series of moderate strokes, Stephanie  stopped.
"Enough," said Stephanie.  "We have to take care of our  guest."
"Janet, untie Camille.  I'm sure that you can deal with a few  ropes.  You
can remove her dildo and  gag.  She will be helping you  next."
Janet had never untied another girl before.  The scene had been so erotic
that she  felt almost hypnotized by what she had been ordered to do.  First
she hobbled over to Camille, and  inserted her hand between the bound girl's
legs.  She grabbed the dildo, and slowly  withdrew it from Camille's sex,
making the girl moan and fidget.  Then she knelt and untied the ropes on  one
footstool leg, then the other.  She then stood and walked two steps to
Camille's front, then knelt again  and released her elbows.  She then  helped
Camille to her feet, and unbuckled the gag straps.  Camille took several deep
breaths, her  breasts heaving in the process.
"Thank you, Mistress Stephanie," said  Camille.
"This is Janet, Mistress Erica's slave.  Get dressed and place her in the
Dungeon  pending my arrival.  I'm going to  get dressed."
"Yes, Mistress."
Stephanie confidently left the library, closing the door  behind her.  The
lock clicked loudly  in the room's utter silence.
Camille dressed quickly.  First was a small silk panty, followed  by her
garter belt and stockings.  Then a demi bra that lifted her breasts upwards,
and exposed her aureole  and nipples.  Next, she put on the  black uniform
and zipped it up, without any help from Janet.  Finally, she put on a set of
heels like  Janet, which she also locked upon her feet.
"We have to hurry," said Camille.  "I don't want to risk another
punishment."
"What do I have to do?" asked  Janet.
"Nothing that you haven't done before," said  Camille.  "Now be quiet as
I get you  ready.  Mistress Stephanie already  instructed me how you were to
be prepared."
Janet stood silently, as her wrists were locked together  in back and a
leash attached to her collar.  Then Camille went to a cabinet and got  out a
small box.  She opened it, and  Janet glimpsed something metallic within.
"I don't know if you're used to these clamps.  It'll hurt at first, but
you'll learn to  live with them."
Camille produced a metal clamp that looked menacing,  which she moved to
place on Janet's nipple.  Camille had to pinch and tease the  nipple to make
it erect, then she slowly closed the jaws of the clamp upon  it.  Janet
flinched when it was  firmly on.
"You don't want these to fall off.  We'll both get punished for that,"
stated Camille.
Janet's other nipple was soon adorned like the  first.  Then she backed
away when  Camille produced another clamp.
"I've got two for your sex also, then a gag and  blindfold.  Be glad that
I showed  these to you first, before I gagged you," said  Camille.
"Thank you," answered Janet.
Janet stood helplessly as Camille gently attached the two  clamps to her
outer pussy lips, feeling their pressure as they were set firmly  in her
pussy.  She moaned and  shifted her legs.
"You're handling this quite well," said Camille.  "My first time I
panicked."
"Thanks," said Janet.
Then Janet was gagged and blindfolded as usual.  She accepted the gag
reluctantly, since  it was usually Andrea who performed that task.
Here she was in an unfamiliar house, at the mercy of  another Mistress.
She was again bound and helpless, and being led away to a  new Dungeon.
Then why was she so excited by everything that she had so  far seen
tonight?
She followed Camille in silence, the only sound being the  clicking of
their heels as they walked.  Camille guided her charge through several
corridors, none of which had  carpeting.  Janet was glad for that  simple
accommodation to slave girls.
Finally, she heard the hinges to a heavy door open.  Walking inside onto
the stone floor, she  felt the roughness as her stiletto heels caught the sligh
t variations in its  surface.
Janet felt her hands unlocked then locked again to a bar  suspended from
the ceiling.  Something was then activated, and she was soon stretched as the
slack in  the chain was taken up.  Janet then  heard Camille's heels click
as the Maid left the Dungeon, closing the door  behind her.
Janet hung there, alone.  Even though it was it was futile, Janet  tested
her chains.  She found that  the steel was implacable as ever.  She tried to
pull at the bar that suspended her from the ceiling, to no  effect.  But
what were worse were  the clamps on her nipples and sex.  Mistress Erica had
never used those and on her first night with Mistress  Stephanie she was being
subjected to something new and quite painful.  She wished that Stephanie
would soon  arrive.
Janet heard the door open again and there was the sound  of two people
walking.  She heard  the door hinges squeak their protest upon opening, and she
felt a draft at her  naked back.  Then the door was  closed again, and she
felt the blindfold being  removed.
She blinked her eyes in the sudden light.  As she was able to focus again,
she saw  that Stephanie was now wearing a vinyl bra and matching skirt,
thigh high boots,  and shoulder length gloves all in black.  Camille was dressed
as before, except that she was now dressed in a latex  outfit.
Stephanie then undid her gag, and Janet was free of the  ball between her
lips.
"Thank you, Mistress," said  Janet.
"Do you enjoy being chained again?" asked  Stephanie.
"Yes, Mistress," quickly answered  Janet.
"Do you like the  accommodations?"
Janet looked over the Dungeon and found that there were  many more things
than she had been before.  Stocks, a large device in the shape of an X, a
rack, and numerous places  to chain a slave girl were all that she could see at
first  glance.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good.  I'm  sure that over time we'll get a chance to use these wonderful
things  together."
Janet stood silent in her  chains.
"Do you like the clamps?"
"They have never been used on me before," answered  Janet.
"You didn't answer my question slave.  I asked you if you liked them, not
if  they've been used before."
"I'm sorry Mistress.  I like them a lot," answered  Janet.
"Do they hurt?" asked  Stephanie.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good.  Perhaps I'll leave them on when I use the riding crop for good
effect,"  said Stephanie.  "You do like the  riding crop, now don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good.  Camille, hand me the crop."
At the command of her Mistress, Camille handed Mistress  Stephanie the
riding crop that she had been holding all this time.  Stephanie flexed the crop
in her gloved  hands, then offered it to Janet.  Janet kissed it, caressing
the instrument with her lips as if it was a  lover.
Janet wondered when the moment of truth would come.  Unlike Erica,
Stephanie did not circle  Janet.  She did not make her  punishment seem a game, but
instead took it very seriously.  Her new Mistress stood in front of her,
flexing the crop in her hands.
Next, Stephanie stuck with the crop.  It blazed a path of clear agony
across  Janet's loins, making her struggle against her bonds.  Still, she did not
cry out in  pain.
Stephanie began again by laying down a regular pattern of  stripes on Janet'
s bottom.  She  struck harshly with the crop, marking her behind each time.
 Janet's skin striped nicely, leaving a  welt each time the crop impacted
on her female  flesh.
Janet struggled against her chains, pulling then in a  futile attempt to
get away from the harsh riding crop that Stephanie used on her  naked flesh.
It was quite obvious  that Stephanie was a determined Mistress, as her naked
body was pained by the  effect of the riding crop.  Each  time that it
struck her body, she felt like screaming.  Still, she did not want to embarrass
herself or her Mistress, and she now wished for the dignity of the ball
gag.  She was hurting more deeply  than she ever had before, or had ever
dreamed possible.  She could now well believe the idea that  women were crueler
to each other than a man could possibly be towards a  woman.
Stephanie clearly knew how to hurt a girl, selecting each  time a different
part of her anatomy for the crop.  Still, she managed to avoid the clamps
that pained her nipples and sex.  Janet clenched her fingers, digging her
nails into her  palms.
In due time, her underarms, breasts, thighs, and legs all  came under the
crop.  Unlike Erica,  Stephanie did not pause in her punishment of Janet.
She was totally devoted to her  work.
Soon tears escaped Janet's eyes, streaking down her  face.
The crop was a fearsome method of discipline, with each  assault upon her
body producing terrible pain and suffering.  Janet knew that every time it
struck, it  left a painful mark that would take days to heal.
"Had enough?" asked  Stephanie.
"Yes, Mistress," Janet  cried.
"Good girl, you took the crop very  well."
Stephanie handed the crop back to  Camille.
"Now about those clamps.  Do you want them  removed?"
"Yes, Mistress.  Please," plead Janet.
Stephanie reached out with her gloved hands and gently  began to remove one
nipple clamp.  When it was finally removed, Janet was surprised how much it
 hurt.
"Owwww," cried Janet.
Once the three other clamps were removed, Janet was a  miasma of pain.  Her
breasts and sex  hurt from the clamps and the rest of her hurt from the
punishment that she had  received.
"Thank you, Mistress," said  Janet.
Stephanie began to pinch Janet's inflamed nipples, then  moved down to her
pussy lips.  She  cupped Janet's sex, then inserted her finger into Janet's
 cunt.
"Ooooooh!" Janet cried.
"Silence, slave," Stephanie  commanded.
"You're quite a little bondage slut," said Stephanie,  "and rather wet
between your legs."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Did you enjoy the riding  crop?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good. Then I'm sure that we'll just get along  fabulously, my dear.  Now
what shall  we do next?"
Janet resigned herself to what promised to be a long  night of torment.  If
there were any  other girls here that Stephanie would be attending to, she
made no mention of  them.  Janet was the sole girl in  the Dungeon, and it
would be her flesh that would bear all of the marks  tonight!
"What ever my Mistress desires," answered  Janet.
Just to increase her discomfort, Stephanie reached out  again and pinched
and twisted Janet's left nipple hard.  Janet shrieked in her bonds, amazed
that  her nipple could now be so tender.
"There now," said Stephanie, "I guess that you're in the  right mood now."

"Yes, Mistress," cried  Janet.
"I guess we have to be equal, don't we," said Mistress  Stephanie.
She reached out and pinched and twisted Janet's right  nipple.  Janet
reacted the same way  that she had before.
"Thank you, Mistress," said  Janet.
"Good girl, I was afraid that you had forgotten your  manners.  Now then,
what shall I do  next?"
Janet said nothing, since she was the one who was going  to be punished.
With her breasts  and sex still tender from the clamps she did not want to
give Mistress Stephanie  any more ideas than she already had about what to do
with  her.
"Camille, give me the whip, please," said  Stephanie.
"Yes, Mistress," Camille answered as she quickly produced  the whip.
The whip was a long, thin sinuous, piece of leather that  Janet had learned
to dread as a slave girl.  It would wrap itself around her, marking  her
skin.
Stephanie flexed the whip in front of Janet, enjoying the  distress that it
caused on the face of the bound girl.  She did not offer the handle for
Janet  to kiss.  Rather, she merely  flourished it several times before she
struck Janet with it.  The thin leather wrapped itself around  Janet's naked
figure.
Janet flinched under the impact of the whip, trying to  escape as it wound
its way around her.  It was to no avail, as Stephanie wanted Janet to know
just how she could  yield the whip.
The whip was less exact than the crop had been, and it  sometimes struck
those areas that hurt from the clamps.  When it struck her nipple, or buried
itself between her legs, Janet cried out from the  impact.
"Now then.  I  see that I've reached your very core," said  Stephanie.
Janet chose not to reply, as Stephanie directed a stroke  that landed on
her sex at that moment.  Janet finally screamed conscious of the fact that
Stephanie might enjoy  her cries of distress.
Droplets of sweat ran down Janet's naked bound body,  running down between
her breasts and down her legs.  Ever since she had been in the Dungeon,  she
realized that the lights were hot and bright, not subdued.  The room was
hot, and it was no wonder  that she was sweating.  Even though  her legs had
not been bound, Janet had managed to keep them open and her sex  available so
far.  By accident, she  closed them.
"Bad girl," said Stephanie.
"Mistress?" asked Janet.
"Since you can't keep your legs open, I'll have Camille  keep them open
for you.  Camille,  get the spreader bar."
Camille did as she was instructed to and produced a  spreader bar.
Stephanie bent down and locked it to Janet ankle  bracelets.
"There now, that should keep your legs open," said  Mistress Stephanie.
"Sorry, Mistress."
"Such a little transgression, soon it will all be  forgotten."
Janet regretted the momentary loss of control.  One of the first things
that she had  learned at Mistress Erica's hand was that a slave girl must
always be available  to her Mistress.  One her first  night with another
Mistress, she had let her attention wander for a  moment.
Stephanie struck out again with the whip, a little harder  this time than
before.  The  insidious thing wrapped itself around Janet's bust, with the
tip coming to rest  on her pained nipple.
"Owwww!" cried Janet.
For the next few minutes, it seemed as if Stephanie was  deliberately
finding those places most tender from one punishment or  another.  Janet knew
that any  pleading from her would be totally without effect.
Suddenly, just when it seemed that her torment would  continue forever,
Stephanie suddenly stopped.  She coiled the whip and offered the  handle to
Janet, who began to kiss it passionately.
"Thank you, Mistress," said  Janet.
"Enough for one night.  Camille, could you see to Janet?  I'll be in the
library."
Stephanie handed the coiled whip to Camille, and she made  her exit though
the Dungeon door.
"Are you all right?" asked  Camille.
"I'll survive," answered  Janet.
"Let me take you down," said  Camille.
In a few moments, Janet was on her feet again, rubbing  her hands together
and feeling down her legs where the crop and whip had left  marks.
"Stephanie likes to make out that she is a tough  Mistress.  But she knows
when to  stop and never gets carried away before she does any real damage,"
said  Camille.
"What about those clamps?" asked  Janet.
"They didn't really hurt you, did  they?"
"Well, no.  Except that my Mistress doesn't use them."
"You mean hasn't used them.  Every Mistress has the same toys and  sooner
or later gets around to using them on her girls.  It just takes time to use
everything."
"You sound like you're experienced," observed  Janet.
"I've been with Stephanie for four  years."
"As a slave?"
"No, I was hired as a regular Maid.  But funny things happened.  Like even
though I had a room, she would  send me away.  Even pay for a hotel  room. I
got days off when I should have been working.  Finally, one night I came
back by  accident cause I left some clothes here, and I found Stephanie in the
Dungeon  doing a scene.  I was so shocked  when she explained, and she
tried to pack me off with a huge bribe.  But I stayed, and I asked to be trained
 after a while.  It just seems so  normal now."
Janet was stunned by the explanation that Camille had  given her.  Somehow
she had always  thought that her way had been the only way.  But to discover
that your employer was  really a Mistress and then come join her!
"Come on now, I've got to get you ready for bed.  Time for a bath, you're
a mass of  sweat," said Camille.
Janet, minus her high heels was then treated to a super  hot bath that
filled the bathroom with steam.  The hot water made her welts sting, but  she
knew that was merely temporary and would really help them heal  faster.
Camille bathed her luxuriously, filling the tub with hot  soapy water.  She
forced Janet's  hands away when she tried to wash herself.
"I'll handle everything, you just sit back and relax,"  said Camille.
In contrast to the severity of the discipline that she  had received in the
Dungeon, Janet now felt like she was being pampered in some  salon.  She
was given a hot bath,  and her skin was tended to.  Her  hair was washed,
combed and set.  Her nails were even given a trim.  She was then given a
massage, before Camille said that it was now time  for bed.
"This house doesn't have a cell downstairs for you to  sleep in, so I'll
be locking you in one of the bedrooms," said  Camille.
"I feel like I'm at a hotel," answered  Janet.
"Perhaps, but I never heard of a hotel with a  Dungeon."
"Not a bad idea, especially for someone who doesn't pay  their bill,"
laughed Janet.
Janet was taken to a bedroom.  Her collar was locked to a ring set in  the
wall, and she was told to buzz if she needed anything.  There was a clock on
the dresser, and  Janet was surprised to find that it was 2 in the morning.
 Had she really been in the Dungeon all  that time?
"Good night," said Camille as she turned out the  light.
"Good night," answered  Janet.
Naked under the covers, Janet tested the chain to her  collar.  Her hands
flew to her  breasts and sex, and she found that she was still sexually
charged as she fell  into a deep dreamless sleep.
*                                  *
      *                                  *
"Wake up, Janet."
Janet heard Camille's voice through the fog of  sleep.  She had been
sleeping so  deeply she had not felt the bright sunshine streaming through the
window,  warming her skin.
"Where?"
"You're in Mistress Stephanie's house.  Don't you  remember?"
"Oh, Mistress Stephanie," groggily answered  Janet.
"Come on now.  Got to get you ready for today.  First we have to serve
breakfast, then clean house.  Get going, or else you can expect a  thrashing.
And I don't like getting  whipped in the morning!" said Camille.
Serving in Stephanie's house proved little different from  Erica's.  Both
girls cooked and  served their Mistress breakfast, with Camille wearing a
red rubber Maid's  outfit, stockings, and high heels.  Since she was just a
slave, all that Janet wore were her high heels and  bracelets.
After serving Stephanie, both girls ate quickly in the  kitchen.
"Stephanie has her own subtle ways of making sure that we  earn our
punishment.  She's assigned  us both tasks that we possibly can't finish today,
all in order to have an  excuse to punish us both later."
"The rack?" asked Janet.
"Probably.  She can't stripe us too much.  But she will find an excuse to
use the rack, or that X frame to make life  uncomfortable for us," said
Camille.
"You said last night that you weren't a slave  originally.  Why did you
stay then,  after you had discovered just what your employer was up  to?"
"It's a long story.  Let's just say that my relationships have always
proved to be a  disaster.  There's something  different in being Stephanie's
slave.  A sense of belonging that I never felt before.  Even if it means
getting a few stripes  and a dildo up my pussy sometimes."
"I got the impression last night that you rather enjoyed  your predicament."

"No more than you enjoyed being whipped last night.  Something that I'm
rather well  acquainted with myself," said Camille.
Just as both girls had finished the breakfast dishes,  they were both
called before Stephanie.
"In order to help your work today, I've decided that a  little extra
stimulation is in order.  Stand straight, and open your legs," ordered
Stephanie.
In quick succession, both girls found themselves wearing  the familiar
dildo harness.  First  Janet, who winced when the belt was tightened around her
waist, and then the  strap was locked between her legs with the rubber
phallus within.  Except that this one also had a clitoral  stimulator that
brushed her every time she moved!
Under her Maid's outfit, Camille was relieved of the  lacey panties that
she wore.  The  belt was locked around her waist, and she gasped when she saw
that not only was  there a rubber phallus, but also a butt plug.  Stephanie
fingered lubricant into her  asshole, and drew the strap tightly inside
Camille.  She gasped when the dildo first went  inside her sex, then stood
stiffly as the butt plug slid inside her as  well.  Finally the strap was locked
with a small padlock.
"There now," said Stephanie.  "I'm sure that will help both you girls
keep your mind on your work.  Now  both of you, be off!"
"Thank you, Mistress," they both said  unison.
Every few steps, indeed every motion, kept Janet in a  constant state of
erotic excitement.  It was impossible to stop the orgasms from coming one
after another.  It was her job to clean silverware,  dust, and wash floors.
Camille had  the more difficult task of doing laundry and cleaning  windows.
Still, they both managed to get their tasks done.  Janet struggled to keep
her  concentration, even when she fantasized herself ripping the belt from
around her  waist.  She wondered if there were  any knives sharp enough in
the kitchen to cut the tough leather of the  belt.  But she would never do
that,  since the belt and the phallus were both extensions of the collar and
bracelets  that she wore.
Lunch was a quick affair.  Camille served Stephanie, then they ate
together.  They were both allowed  use of the bathroom, then again locked in their
harnesses.
Getting into then the second time was easier than the  first, and both went
back to their jobs.
Crash!  After  cleaning a bowl that Janet had left on the kitchen
countertop, she had by  accident knocked into it and it fell to the floor.  Janet
realized that she had done  something, after being so careful all day, which
would merit her a punishment of  some kind.
Damn! Thought Janet.  I'm going to get it  now!
The sound brought both Stephanie and Camille to the  kitchen.
"What happened?" asked  Stephanie.
"I broke a bowl, Mistress," said  Janet.
"Yes.  I can  see that.  Please clean it up.  There will be a special
punishment for  you this evening," said Stephanie.
Camille remained behind to help Janet clean  up.
"Well, I guess that it would have been one of us," said  Camille.
"I'm the new girl," said Janet, "so I'm supposed to be  punished."
"Camille!" called Stephanie, "get back to your work!  You know what will
happen if you  don't!"
"Gotta go," said Camille.
"Yes," said Janet.
Janet was dejected and lonely while she cleaned up the  ness that she had
made.  Somehow,  she had managed to avoid crying.  Even perched on the high
heels and with the dildo inside her, she cleaned  up all traces of the glass
bowl from the kitchen  floor.
Dinner that Saturday night was strained.  Mistress first, slaves second.
Stephanie had not removed their  harnesses, so the faces of both girls were
flushed and excited during dinner and  cleanup.
After dinner, Stephanie had removed Janet's harness.  Her sex was dripping
with her fluids  after having worn the dildo all day.  Inexplicably, Camille
was still wearing  hers.
"You know why she removed yours," began Camille when they  were alone, "
because she'll probably want to use your behind  tonight."
"I guess so.  At least I'm free for the moment," said  Janet.
"And you get to go home, don't you?  There's no Mistress around to
dominate  you seven days a week."
"True. But I'll tell you a secret.  I bought myself a collar, bracelets,
and  high heels just like I'm wearing now at home.  I wear them at night
during the  week.  Maybe next I'll buy a gag and  a harness.  Just to keep
myself  amused."
"You're really getting into this, aren't you?" asked  Camille.
"I guess I am."
Janet was now used to the ritual of being gagged and  blindfolded, her arms
restrained behind her back, and finally leashed on her way  to the dungeon.
 However, Stephanie  introduced something new.  Just  before she was
blindfolded, Stephanie produced a leather strap that she fastened  over Janet's
elbows.  She pulled the  strap tight, finally buckling it secure.  Then Janet
lost her  sight.
When she heard a lock click shut, she knew that she was  in the dungeon
again.  She took one  cautious step after another, and found that her leash was
now locked onto  something.
Janet resigned herself to wait for whatever Mistress  Stephanie would have
in store for her next.  In time, Janet's arms began to  hurt.  Having her
arms drawn  backward and strapped together was something new, and she was not
sure that she  liked the sensation.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she heard  the approach of two
pairs of heels.  Without her sight, she had become adept at listening, and
could  distinguish when more than one person was walking.  At least if they
wore high heels on a  Dungeon floor!
Janet blinked when the blindfold was suddenly  removed.  Her eyes took some
time to  adjust to the bright lights.
"Lonely, Janet?" asked  Stephanie.
All that Janet could do was stand in mute silence as  Stephanie taunted
her.  She shifted  her position, and hoped that her elbow strap would be
removed.
"I think that a little light punishment is called for  first before we move
onto more serious things, don't you  agree?"
Janet nodded her head in  assent.
"Good.  Camille, get her ready and bent over the horse," ordered
Stephanie.
Janet was soon free of her gag, the elbow strap, and  leash.  She thanked
Stephanie, and  was next bent over the horse, her arms and legs spread wide.
It had been the last position that her  own Mistress had bound her in.
"Ready, darling?" asked  Stephanie.
Stephanie had worn a simple black rubber bra that lifted  up her breasts, a
matching skirt, and thigh high rubber boots.  She flexed the riding crop
again in her  hands.
"Yes, Mistress.  Please punish me."
Stephanie began by using the crop's tip to land selective  blows on Janet'
s behind.  First one  ass cheek then another felt the impact of the crop.
The Dungeon echoed with each slap of the  leather on her flesh.
With her behind in the air, all Janet could do was pull  without effect on
her chains.  The  steel and leather bracelets were unyielding, and she
sometimes grunted each time  that she felt the crop strike her behind.
Still, the impacts seemed restrained and controlled.  Almost as if Mistress
Stephanie was  holding back for some reason that Janet did not know.
Still, it was bad enough to have her  behind punished.  She would have a  hard
time sitting down at work all week!
After twenty strokes, Stephanie  halted.
"Had enough, Janet?" asked  Stephanie.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good," said Stephanie as she rubbed Janet's behind,  "your bottom is
nicely red and warm.  I think that we'll just go on."
"Thank you, Mistress."
Janet stole a glance at Camille, and was surprised to see  a look of
jealously on her face!  After first criticizing Janet for being a bondage slave,
maybe Camille  wished that she were the one bent over the horse just  now!
Next, Stephanie produced a tube of lubricant and began to  spread it around
Janet's asshole.  Janet remained silent, not wishing to provoke the
Mistress.
"Since your pussy had the dildo inside all day, I think  that we shouldn't
let your other hole go unattended,  hmmm?"
Janet flinched when she felt a dildo slowly inserted into  her behind.  She
relaxed,  remembering when her Mistress had calmed her as she used her
finger to explore  Janet's behind.  While she was tight  at first, she gradually
relaxed and the dildo found it's way inside  her!
"That's a good girl," said  Stephanie.
"Thank you, Mistress."
If anyone had told her six months ago that she would be  cropped and bound
over a horse with a dildo up her ass, she would have told him  or her they
were crazy.  Instead  here she was, calm as day, with the dildo stuck in her
behind.
Stephanie spread Janet's ass cheeks, and made sure that  the dildo had
penetrated far within.  Once she was satisfied that it was without doing any
damage, she left it  there for a while.
She reached down and fondled Janet's nipples, which were  already hard from
all the excitement so far.  She also reached in Janet's sex, and  found
that Janet's sex was wet.
After what seemed like an eternity, Janet felt the dildo  removed.  For
some reason, Stephanie  had donned a pair of rubber gloves, and then inspected
her asshole like it was  some medical examination!
"Good," said Stephanie.
"Mistress?" asked Janet.
"Nothing, dear.  Now we shall proceed."
Janet was then released from the horse, and her wrists  were again locked
behind her back.  She kept silent, since she did not want to incur Stephanie'
s  anger.
"Ever been on a rack, Janet?" asked  Stephanie.
"No, Mistress," Janet answered in a tiny  voice.
Janet had an instant dread of the rack.  She thought that tonight's special
 punishment for breaking the bowl was what she had just received on the
horse.  But now she was going to be  stretched on the rack!  Something  that
she had seen in numerous horror films!  She was terrified of the idea that
the  thing could be used on her.
Stephanie led Janet over to the rack.  Her wrists were released, and she
was  made to sit up on the device.  She  then lay down, and spread her arms
and legs until she was in the shape of an  X.  Her cuffs were soon attached to
 bars, leaving her spread-eagled and helpless on the  device.
Lying flat on the rack, Janet knew that her torment was  soon to come.  She
had not resisted  because she was darkly curious about the engine.  She
wanted to know just what it would be  like to be stretched and immobile on the
thing, even if it would be  painful.
Janet realized that she had become like those bored,  thrill starved people
that did dangerous things for kicks.  Except that for her, it was B&D that
excited her.
"Ready, Janet?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Stephanie ran her left hand over the figure of the bound  girl, only
pausing to pinch her erect nipples and knead her wet sex.  The girl took easily to
her slavery, and  was willing to accept punishment eagerly.
She walked in her high heels over to the head of the  rack, and gradually
pulled the big wheel.  Each time the wheel moved, the metal ratchet clicked
once.  This tightened the chain ever so  slightly, reducing the slack and
pulling Janet  forward.
Janet gradually felt the rack tighten it's grip upon her,  as her hands
were slowly pulled forward.  She could do nothing except to dig her nails into
her palms, as the  tension on her gradually increased.
Each click brought new pressure on Janet, as she tried in  vain to resist
the rack.  It was  truly implacable in nature, and she was helpless in its
grip.
"Well now.  Enjoying yourself, Janet?"
Janet did not know what to reply.  She had not been stretched so far that
it was painful just yet.  But she  imagined what the thing could do!
"Do you know, some of my other girls really love the  rack?  Why, they don'
t even regard  it as a complete visit with me unless they've been stretched
as you are  now."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Would you like to know why I have such a thing in my  house?" asked
Stephanie.
"Yes, Mistress."
"One of my slaves, a very rich woman, always dreamed that  she would be
stretched on a rack.  She had it built, and made a present of it to me.  She
was the first person that it was used  upon," described Stephanie.
Janet sighed as she tried to adjust herself to the  rack.  It was
implacable in the way  it held her, and all she could do was rub her bare behind on
the polished wood  surface.
"You really are liking this, aren't you?" asked  Stephanie.
"Yes, Mistress."
Stephanie paused to caress Janet again.  The rack had flattened her female
figure  somewhat, but Janet still responded to the touch of the Mistress's
fingers.  She traced the outlines of Janet's  breasts and belly, then proceed
again down to her sex.  Janet moaned with both pain and pleasure  at the
same time.
"You know," began Stephanie, "throughout history, people  have come to
love their tormentors."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do you love me?" asked  Stephanie.
"No, Mistress Stephanie.  I love Mistress Erica, who owns  me."
"Very good, Janet.  I would hate to think after just a couple of days with
me, you would be  ready to leave your true Mistress," said Stephanie.
Stephanie then slowly resumed tightening the rack, and  with each click the
tension on Janet grew ever tighter.  Her entire body felt as if was being
stretched.
Looking down at herself, she was horrified to see that  her chest had
become flattened.  However, her nipples was hard and erect, and pointed up
defiantly at the  ceiling.
Just when it seemed that her agony of the rack would go  on forever, and
Stephanie would never stop tightening the rack, the Mistress  stopped.
"Had enough?" asked  Stephanie.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Would you like to be removed from the  rack?"
"Yes, please.  If my Mistress desires it," Janet answered.
Janet was relieved when Stephanie clicked something in  the rack and the
tension on her limbs began to ease.  What had been agony for Janet a few
seconds before had finally ended.
"Thank you, Mistress!" cried  Janet.
"You're welcome, dear."
Janet then watched as Stephanie unlocked her wrists and  ankles from the
chains that had held her to the rack.  She was free of the  thing!
"You may get up now, Janet.  Camille, help Janet to her room.  I think that
she's had enough for  tonight.  Then you may come to my  bedroom."
"Yes, Mistress," answered  Camille.
Stephanie left the Dungeon without saying another  word.  Janet slowly
pulled herself  upwards, and sat on the wooden instrument.
"How do you feel?" asked  Camille.
"About seven feet tall," Janet  answered.
"You'll be all right after a hot soak.  You really weren't in any danger,
you  know."
"Why?" asked Janet, suddenly  curious.
"You should have read those plaques you were dusting  today.  Stephanie is
a full MD, who  practiced for several years before retiring early."
"That's why she was so careful with my asshole,"  concluded Janet.
"Right, now lets get you bathed and ready for  bed."
Again Janet was bathed and massaged by Camille, who  massaged the sore
muscles on her back.  It felt just so good!
"Just don't play tennis for a while," advised  Camille.
Camille locked Janet's collar to the chain hanging from  the wall.  Janet
was again  captive.
"What happens with you and Stephanie?" asked  Janet.
"It depends.  Perhaps she'll crop me a little, or I'll service her.  I may
get invited into bed, or spend the  evening chained on the floor at the
foot of her bed.  It's something different each  night."
Janet became instantly jealous.  She had not yet been invited to share  her
Mistress's bed.  She longed for  Erica's caress, and wanted to show her
Mistress what she was now capable  of.
"Bye," said Camille.
Janet silently cried herself to sleep that  night.
Chapter Four Part Two: The Third Weekend
================================
Janet waited anxiously outside her building for the limo  to come.  She was
so impatient!  She wished that she could somehow sprout  wings and fly away
to Mistress Stephanie's house on her own, without having to  be driven
there.
Last Saturday night, Stephanie had chained Camille in her  bedroom, and
invited Janet to share her bed.  Or so she had thought.  First, she had been
made to kneel at her  bedside while Stephanie attended to herself.  Then, she
had finally been asked to  tongue Stephanie's pussy.
Janet was certain that she had been doing a good job in  getting Stephanie
aroused (she certainly was) when the Mistress had suddenly  called a halt.
Janet then found her  hands locked behind her back and a red rubber ball gag
tied around her  neck.  She was then chained to the  foot of the bed by her
collar, and told that if she made a sound she would be  made to wear the
gag all night.
Janet felt angry at her rejection by the Mistress!  She knew that she had
been doing a good  job, and instead her reward was to lie chained at her bed
all  night!
This weekend she was going to be the most submissive  slave that she could
be!  She was  going to find some way to pierce that coldness that Stephanie
displayed, and get  into her bed.  No matter how jealous  that made Camille.
Finally, the limo pulled up and she was on her way.  All week she had
planned what she was  going to do to gain Stephanie's attention.  There had to be
some way that she was going to be noticed, and Janet was  going to find it!
On the bridge there was a sudden traffic jam.  Instead of breezing though
(it was after  rush hour) they sat on the bridge for over an hour as an
overturned truck was  cleared.  Finally they got upstate,  and Janet looked in
horror at the time on her  watch.
When they finally pulled up in front of Stephanie's house  she was fully
two hours late!  For  failing to arrive on time, Janet knew that she would be
subject to some horrible  punishment and all her plans were useless.
Still, she bravely walked up to the door.  Even though Stephanie knew that
she was  here, Janet had to ring the bell.  She saw the red lights of the
departing limo, as it left on the  driveway.
The door was opened by Camille, who was wearing a red  latex Maid's
uniform.  Her waist  seemed smaller than before, and Janet wondered if she was
wearing a corset  underneath the rubber.
"You're late," commented  Camille.
"There was an accident on the bridge," said Janet as she  entered the
house.
"Let me take your coat, and the rest of your clothes,"  directed Camille.
In the hallway, Janet was divested of her clothes.  On a table were all of
the instruments  of her confinement.  The collar,  bracelets, leash, and
ball gag all seemed so innocent until a naked slave girl  wore them.  On the
floor were her  high heels, which Camille locked upon her feet.
It took a few moments for Janet to once again wear her  leather devices of
slavery.  She  stood still as Camille locked her wrists behind her back,
then buckled the gag  into her mouth.  Once the leash was  attached, Janet was
totally helpless.
"Into the library," said  Camille.
Taking small steps behind Camille, whose latex outfit  rustled whenever she
moved Janet followed her companion.  Camille knocked before she entered the
 library.
"Come in," said Stephanie's voice through the wooden  door.
Janet obediently followed behind, only to be embarrassed  because Stephanie
was not alone!  With her was another woman and they were both seated in
front of the  computer.
"Ah, yes.  About time that you arrived, Janet," said  Stephanie.
"Who's this?" asked the  stranger.
"Not one of mine.  I'm minding her while her Mistress is away.  But she
should have been here two hours  ago.  Camille, bring her here,  please!"
demanded Stephanie.
Camille quickly complied, and handed Janet's leash to  Stephanie.
"Now run along," ordered Stephanie.  "Blanca and I will amuse ourselves
with  Janet for a while."
All that Janet could do was stand in mute embarrassment  in the presence of
the two women.  Camille left quickly, her heels clicking on the wooden
floor.
"May I?" asked Blanca.
"Go ahead," replied  Stephanie.
Blanca was an attractive woman, in her thirties.  She had dark skin and an
attractive  figure.   She was wearing a  black leather dress that hugged the
curves of her body, stockings, and moderate  black leather heels.  She
pulled her  chair back from the computer, and walked over to  Janet.
"Now then, what do we have here?" asked Blanca as she  tugged gently on
Janet's leash.
Janet had no alternative but to step towards Blanca as  her leash was
pulled.
"Turn around," ordered  Blanca.
Janet turned around, with the only sounds in the library  being the taps of
her heels and the rustle of her  leash.
"She's been well used," observed  Blanca.
"What Erica didn't punish, I attended to," dryly  commented Stephanie.
"How does she take the  whip?"
"Some resistance, but after a few strokes, she's quite  willing,"
Stephanie answered.
Blanca then reached out and grabbed Janet's right breast,  squeezing it
firmly in her hand.  She tightened her grip so strongly that Janet squealed
from behind her  gag.  Then Blanca flicked Janet's  nipple with one of her
fingernails making Janet flinch, even though Blanca has  still holding firmly
onto her breast.
"She needs additional control," said  Blanca.
"Perhaps with some additional training," observed  Stephanie.
Blanca then inspected Janet's  sex.
"Open your legs, slave," ordered  Blanca.
Janet complied, wondering just what her new tormentor  would do next.
"She needs to be shaved.  Whenever I train someone new, shaving a  cunt
makes her feel even more naked," said Blanca.
"I'll tell Erica," said  Stephanie.
Blanca had released Janet's breast and was now probing  her sex by
inserting two fingers into her sheath and penetrating  deeply.
"She wets easily," observed  Blanca.
"Because she desires a Mistress," said Stephanie, "any  Mistress."
Janet shifted when she felt the walls of her sex being  scraped by Blanca's
fingernail.
"Quiet," ordered Blanca.
Janet submitted to the examination of her sex, staying  quiet and in one
position.  She knew  that if she didn't, it would mean a punishment later.
She then felt the probing fingers  withdraw, and relaxed.
Blanca then turned Janet around, and she felt her back  being examined.
Then her ass cheeks were pulled apart, and Blanca ordered  her to bend
over.  Janet felt  demeaned by the examination that she was being given by the
stranger, like she  was merchandise on display!
"A tight little hole.  Bet she hasn't been used there," said  Blanca.
"No, Erica said to leave her little behind alone.  Besides, there's enough
to do without  going up her ass," said Stephanie.
"I wouldn't want to go against Erica's orders.  Still, not having her
pussy shaved and  not using her behind makes her one privileged little slave,"
said  Blanca.
"I would imagine that Erica will get around to those  items sooner or
later.  She usually  does," observed Stephanie.
"Shall we use her?" asked  Blanca.
"Sure.  You're my guest."
"Here, or in the Dungeon?" questioned  Blanca.
"Here will do fine.  Andrea didn't clean the Dungeon from last night,
which she will be  soundly punished for.  I'm sure that  we can make Janet feel
quite uncomfortable here in the library," said Stephanie  as she turned off
the computer and rose from her  seat.
Stephanie unlocked a desk drawer, and proceeded to remove  several items
from within including chains, a riding crop, clamps, and a dildo  and harness.
She pressed a switch on the desk, and part of the library  wall turned
around to reveal ringbolts to which someone might be  secured.
"Nice touch," said Blanca.
"Useful when I don't want to confine someone in the  Dungeon all the time.

This way I can work here, and attend to a slave also,"  said Stephanie.
Janet's wrists were released, then locked again to the  ringbolts above her
head.  Then her  legs were separated and locked also, making her vulnerable
to what the two  Dominants desired of her.  Janet's  behind was against the
polished wooden paneling of the wall, and she smelled the  furniture
polish.
Blanca then removed the leash from Janet's collar,  pausing only to pinch
Janet's erect nipple.
"She's quite ready," said  Blanca.
Stephanie handed her guest a riding crop that had a flat  piece of heavy
black leather at the tip, cut into a  square.
"Why don't you try this?" suggested  Stephanie.
Blanca bent the crop in her hands to test its stiffness,  and flicked the
leather at the end.
"Yes, this will do quite nicely," said  Blanca.
Blanca then began by running her hands over Janet's  spread-eagled form,
pausing only to trace the outline of her breasts and  sex.  Then Janet felt
her thighs  being examined, and Blanca feeling her muscles like she was a
racehorse!
Then Blanca started by lightly tapping the crop against  her own leg,
before first using on Janet's exposed  form.
The crop landed on Janet's left breast and stung, even  though the leather
distributed the force of the stroke over a large area.  Janet stiffened
within her bondage, glad  that the bracelets kept her firmly against the  wall.
Blanca did not stop after the first, but instead kept  striking Janet's
figure with the riding crop.  Each time the leather impacted on Janet,  the
sound was heard in the library.  Janet could only moan from behind the ball
gag, which had taken away her  power of speech.
"She takes the crop well," said  Blanca.
"Yes, I've noticed that too.  Erica must have a very good eye for
choosing girls.  Just like that  other one Sally, a natural for the whip."
Janet's attention suddenly shifted from Blanca to  Stephanie.  She said
Susan!  Did that mean her friend Sally Belmar,  who had introduced her to
Erica, or perhaps another  girl?
"Some Doms have all the luck," said Blanca. "The last one  I tried to
train was willing, but unsatisfactory.  All she really wanted to do was wear
latex and look sexy."
"Well some girls are just fakes pretending that they're  slave material,"
said Blanca.
"While others are the real thing," finished  Stephanie.
"Yes, observed Blanca.
Idly, Janet noticed that Blanca's exertions while  cropping her had
produced a fine sheen of sweat on her tormentor's face.  Blanca reached up with her
free hand and  wiped her brow, before delivering yet another series of p
unishing blows on  Janet's naked skin.
"Still, she has yet to be fully trained," said  Blanca.
"Once trained, she should wear someone's ring in her  sex.  But that is
for later, and  besides, it's Erica's decision."
"Mmmmph!" cried Janet from her  gag.
Blanca reached forward and inserted her finger into  Janet's sex, and found
that she was quite wet.  She removed her finger, and showed the  proof to
Janet herself.
"You're quite the bondage slut, you know.  I think that you've already
passed the  point where you may never think of sex without bondage, hmmm?
Asked  Blanca.
In spite of her best efforts, it was hard not to be  aroused by her
punishment in the library.  She only wished that Blanca would do something else, as
the crop had  struck her breasts many times.
"Enough," said Blanca,  pausing.
"Not quite," said Stephanie, rising from her  chair.
Stephanie was dressed in an old shirt, and worn blue  jeans.  She took the
crop from  Blanca, and proceeded to use it between Janet's  legs!
The strokes were not hard, but each time that the leather  pad struck Janet'
s thigh, it was like a small bolt of lightning coursed through  her.  Try
as she might, Janet knew  that she was driven to climax many times by the
crop.
"Mmmmmph!"
"That's much better," said Stephanie.  "Now she's really in the  mood."
"What's next?" Asked Blanca.
"She's yours, remember," answered  Stephanie.
"How about the footstool?"
"Good choice.  Girls just love the stool.  Nothings more erotic than being
tied down to the footstool, rubbing their  breasts against it while I thrash
their behinds," stated  Stephanie.
In short order, Janet was released from the wall, and  led, still gagged,
over to the footstool.  She recalled the first time that she had entered
Stephanie's house, and  seen Camille bound on the stool.  Now it would be her
turn!
Then she was quickly secured with ropes on her elbows and  knees.  Just to
make certain that  they were tight, Blanca cinched her bonds by adding an
additional loop at 90  degrees to the strands that already her Janet to the
stool's  legs.
"There now, that should hold you," said  Blanca.
Both dominants paused to admire Blanca's handiwork, and  Stephanie patted
Janet's behind gently.
"Do you have a paddle?" Asked  Blanca.
"Sure," said Stephanie.
Stephanie produced not only a black leather paddle, but  also the same
dildo that Janet had seen used on Camille when she had been bound  to the stool.
"Do you want to test her?" asked  Stephanie.
"Yes.  Though  given how wet she is, I doubt that she'll be able to hold
the dildo inside,"  said Blanca.
Blanca took the dildo, and knelt down behind Janet's  upturned behind.  The
Janet winced  as she felt two fingers open her sex, and the rigid dildo's
tip was slowly  inserted.  She tried to pull away,  and bucked as the invader
slowly entered her sex.  Even though she resisted, Blanca had no  trouble
inserting the phallus since Janet was already excited by what she had
received so far.
Blanca pushed the dildo inside Janet, until Janet was  squirming and
fighting.  It felt  like the dildo was splitting her in two before Blanca stopped
forcing it  in.
"That's good," said Blanca, "now you keep that inside  while I punish
you, or else!"
Janet's cunt muscles were firmly clamped around the  phallus, after having
had the thing pushed inside her.  With her behind sticking up in the air,
she knew that it would be there that the paddle would be  used.
Crack!
Janet was unprepared for the first strike of the  paddle.  She had thought
that Blanca  would somehow ease into using the new instrument, but instead
she had delivered  a truly punishing bow with her first stroke.  It was only
with the greatest effort  that she maintained control and managed to hold
the phallus  within.
Blanca then continued to punish first one buttock, then  the other.  Janet
rubbed her bound  nakedness against that black leather of the stool, and
found herself only  getting further aroused by her efforts.
"Why didn't you test her with the paddle first?" asked  Stephanie.
"Because she's a slave, and should be used to punishment  by now,"
answered Blanca.
Janet knew that her behind must be red by now, and she  felt her punished
skin slowly heat up with every impact of the leather  paddle.  She bit down
on her gag,  and stifled a cry.
Blanca paused and wiped her  brow.
"Why don't you get out of that dress?" asked  Stephanie.
"Not yet.  The only time I will take this dress off will be for  bed."
Blanca reached down between Janet's legs, and made sure  that the dildo was
still firmly inserted in Janet's sex.  When she gently shifted the shaft
slightly, Janet was unable to contain a moan, which was the only sound in the
 library.
"She certainly has control for one so untrained,"  commented Blanca.
"Perhaps you should test her further," advised  Stephanie.
Both Dominants were suddenly startled by a knock on the  door.
"Come in," ordered  Stephanie.
Camille appeared, still in her Maid's  outfit.
"The Dungeon has been cleaned, Mistress," said  Camille.
"Good, I'll be down to inspect it later.  Blanca will not need you
tonight, but  perhaps I will, after I have inspected your work.  Now go!"
"Yes, Mistress," Camille answered before  departing.
Blanca then continued to punish her behind again, heating  up the flesh to
such a degree that Janet knew that she would have a hard time  sitting down
at work all week.  She  was sure that her ass was bright red, and that the
flesh was blistering from the  many impacts that she had endured.
"Mmmmmph!" cried Janet.
Still the paddle struck her flesh, and she began to  cry.  Would there be
no end to this  singular form of discipline?
Blanca inspected her work by rubbing her hands again  Janet's skin.  Janet
flinched when  she felt how cold in comparison Blanca's hands were against
her heated  behind.
Still, the dildo remained inside!  Janet was sure that she would suddenly
lose control and it would slip out in the  excitement.
"There now girl," soothed Blanca, "almost  done."
Janet wondered if her behind was again going to be  paddled, but instead
felt Blanca's hands reach upwards to her breasts.  Then her nipples were
fondled and  pinched, and Janet again squirmed against the  leather.
"Mmmmmph!"
"Not yet," said Blanca.
Janet felt herself explode in a series of orgasms that  came one after
another.  She rubbed  against the leather like a cat in heat, and tried to draw
in all the air she  could through her nose.  She felt  like she would have
passed out.
Finally, it was over!  She relaxed against the leather, and  after
collecting her wits, realized that the dildo was still inside  her!
Blanca then reached between Janet's legs and pulled the  dildo out, which
was glistening with Janet's juices.  Janet watched, quite curious, what would
 happen to her next!
"You have excellent control," pronounced  Blanca.
"Mmmmph!"
"Would you like me to remove her gag?" asked  Stephanie.
"Yes, I think that she's earned it," said  Blanca.
Janet felt Stephanie's fingers pull the leather strap  from roller buckle
and their tension was suddenly released.  The ball was removed, and Janet
breathed  deeply.
"Thank you, Mistress," said Janet between  gasps.
"It's quite late," said  Blanca.
"What do you want next?" asked  Stephanie.
"I'd like to have her for night, if that's all right with  you," said
Blanca.
"Certainly."
Janet found herself quickly released from her footstool,  with the rope
straps uncoiled on the floor.  She was made to coil them up neatly on  the
desk, placed next to the paddle, ball gag, and riding  crop.
Then her hands were locked behind her back, and she was  pulled along by
Blanca inserting a finger through a D ring on her  collar.
"Don't forget the key for her shoes," cautioned  Stephanie, "I don't want
my sheets torn."
"Sorry," answered Blanca.
Stephanie handed Blanca a set of keys, as if she were  giving away a set of
car keys.
"Enjoy yourself," said  Stephanie.
Janet was pulled along to a bedroom, and was not  surprised to see her
locked to the foot of a four poster bed.  She watched in silence as Blanca
zipped  herself out of the leather dress and placed it on a hanger she removed
from the  closet.  Her tormentor was wearing a  set of lacy black feminine
underwear, and stockings with a garter belt.  Soon, she was  nude.
"That's better," said  Blanca.
"You're quite beautiful, Mistress," commented  Janet.
"Thank you.  You're quite a good little girl for having kept the dildo
inside  you.  Therefore, I've decided to use  you for the night."
"Thank you, Mistress."
Janet expected that they would both bathe first, and  Blanca would make
Janet serve as her bath girl in the process.  Instead, she was quickly unlocked
 including her shoes, and both got between the sheets.  Her collar to the
bedpost locked Janet,  which was her only method of confinement.
While Janet had only made love before to Tiffany, Blanca  quickly devoured
her.  The Dominant  consumed her hurt flesh, bringing Janet again and again
to orgasms, making her  body buck and shake with each climax.
Then Janet had to service Blanca's cunt, which she did to  the best of her
ability.  Blanca  didn't complain, only pulling at Janet's hair to force
her deeper in her willing  sex.
Finally, both were worn out and Janet glanced at the  clock, which read 3
AM.  She glanced  at Blanca, and saw that the Dominant was asleep with soft
snores coming from her  body.
The sheets were damp with their sweat and juices, and  Janet felt dirty yet
fulfilled.  She  had finally satisfied a Mistress!
Saturday morning started unusually for Janet.  Unlike before, Janet and
Camille were  responsible for bathing and dressing both Stephanie and Blanca.
Janet used everything that she had been  taught both in Erica's and Stephanie
's house to attend to the Mistress and her  guest.  She did her duties
naked,  and wished that she could take a quick shower, but had to wait.  Camille
was dressed in a black latex  Maid's outfit, which was surely uncomfortable
to wear in the hot and steamy  bathroom.
After both women were cleaned and dressed, they went  downstairs.  Janet
was finally alone  with Camille.
"I'm to give you a quick bath, then you're to be dressed  in a uniform
like mine," said Camille.
For Janet, a quick bath in reality meant a long time  soaking in a hot and
steamy tub.  The hot water both stung and soothed her aching flesh and she
again felt  every stroke of the paddle and whip.
Camille then took her into one of the bedrooms and  dressed her in a
uniform similar to hers.  She wore a rubber panty and bra underneath, plus her
usual high  heels.  She stood still as Camille  zipped her into the uniform.
Camille then changed her own uniform that had become hot  and sweaty with
her work.  She gave  herself a quick birdbath as Janet knelt in the  bedroom.
"Ready?" asked Camille.
"It's a little strange wearing clothes again," said  Janet.
"You'll get used to this, I imagine," laughed  Camille.
"My brother was in the wrestling squad in high  school.  He had a rubber
outfit that  he used to wear just prior to a match so he could quickly lose
some weight to  get an advantage over someone in a lesser weight class.  After
he quit the squad, I used to wear  it also," said Janet.
"Did it make you feel sexy?" asked  Camille.
"Not like this," said Janet, admiring herself in the  mirror.
"We're supposed to serve both Mistresses today, with you  properly dressed
so don't make any mistakes!  I don't want to have to work all day  with a
dildo inside me!  Okay?"
"Yes, Mistress," answered  Janet.
For that Saturday, Janet worked in her latex uniform  serving as a Maid.
She again helped  Camille with all of the housework and cooking.  She didn't
say anything when they made  Stephanie's room up, though she could guess
what had happened there the previous  night by the bed's condition.
She could smell the sweaty sheets and the juices on the  bed, and knew that
Camille and her Mistress had been in bed together.  Under the bed, she
found a dildo and  riding crop, and gave them to Camille.
"Good, I've got to store these away," said  Camille.
"You told me that you were hired just as a regular Maid.  Then why did you
stay after........."
"After I found out about Stephanie's unusual  interests?  Maybe I was
bored, or  looking for something different.  In  any event, I found what I
wanted," said Camille.
The two women did all the cooking and cleaning together,  and Janet found
that working in a latex uniform made her feel sexy and  interesting.
Whenever she moved,  she loved the rustle of the latex, and the way it clung to her
figure.  The heat of her body generated sweat,  which somehow made her feel
even more excited.  Soon, the uniform had molded itself to  her figure.
Remarkably, neither Dominant decided to use either slave  during the day.
Janet wondered if during the week, Stephanie amused  herself with Camille.
Thus both of  them were able to get their work done without any
interference.
Finally, Dinner came and Camille cooked and Janet  served.  She did
everything that  Camille had told her to, and it seemed to go all right.  She
managed not to spill anything  throughout the entire meal.
When the dining room was cleared both Dominants rose and  left for the
library.
"Please join us in ten minutes," said  Stephanie.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Camille and Janet in  unison.
Janet eyed Camille silently.  What was going to happen tonight?  Would she
again be subjected to  something new and different in the Dungeon, or would
she be punished as  before?
Both slaves entered the library as instructed and stood  silently awaiting
instructions.
"Camille, I want you to go with Blanca to the Dungeon to  get ready.
Janet, I want you to stay with me for a while," ordered  Stephanie.
After they were left alone, Janet stood in silence as she  awaited her next
command from her Mistress.
"Janet, come to the desk, please?" asked Stephanie, who  was seated behind
it.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Janet as she did what she was  instructed.
Stephanie removed the instruments of a Dominant.  The ballgag, riding crop,
whip, clips,  and cuffs.
"Tell me, Janet.  Have you ever handled a riding crop before?" asked
Stephanie.
"I rode a horse once.  They gave them out, but I never had to  use it."
"What happened?"
"I fell off the horse."
Stephanie laughed.
"And are you familiar with any of these objects, or have  any at home?
Tell me, you're not allowed to keep secrets from your  Mistress."
Janet choked.  She had never told Erica that she had gone to shops in New
York City and  purchased cuffs and heels that she wore at night.  Would this
earn her a  beating?
"Since I became a slave to Mistress Erica, I went and  purchased a set of
cuffs and a collar to wear when I'm naked at home.  It's comforting, and
reminds me of  Erica," confessed Janet.
"Good.  I'm  sure that Erica will be glad to know that you think of her
even when you're not  in the Dungeon," said Stephanie.
"Thank you, Mistress," answered  Janet.
"Pick up the crop," ordered  Stephanie.
"Mistress?" questioned  Janet.
"Pick up the crop," again ordered Stephanie, "or do I  have to strike your
behind with it?"
Hesitantly, Janet reached out and grasped the leather  handle.  She picked
up it with her  right hand grasping the handle.  With her left, she ran her
fingers over its entire  length.
"You can flex it," said Stephanie, "it won't  bite."
Doing as she was told, Janet imitated Stephanie's motions  with the crop.
"How long have you been a slave, Janet?" asked  Stephanie.
"Five months," Janet  answered.
"During that time, have you ever wondered just what it  might feel to hold
a crop, or to use it on someone else?  Answer me and be truthful,"
questioned  Stephanie.
"Yes, Mistress.  I've often thought about how it might feel if I used a
riding crop,"  admitted Janet.
"Would you like to?" asked  Stephanie.
"Mistress!" exclaimed Janet.
"Come now.  You've enough stripes on your flesh.  Wouldn't you like to
administer some on  another slave girl?" asked Stephanie.
Janet was struck speechless.  Sure, she had fantasized about it,  except
that she knew the pain that she would be causing if she wielded the crop
herself.  There was no way that she  would ever want to inflict pain on someone,
especially not another slave  girl!
"If you don't reply, there's at least twenty strokes for  you with my most
painful crop," said Stephanie.
"I wouldn't like to whip someone else, Mistress," Janet  replied
cautiously.
"Would you rather take the punishment yourself,  then?"
"What punishment?" asked  Janet.
"Earlier, Stephanie made a mistake today.  I told her that she would get
punished  for it.  It doesn't matter who  administers the strokes, just so
long as it gets done.  I am offering her to you, just for  tonight.  Will you
accept my offer,  or get double hers?"
"Mistress?" Janet was unable to decide what to  do!
"Decide, Janet.  Either I punish you severely, or you punish Camille.
It's all part of being a slave.  And I'll tell Erica what a disobedient
slave you were, especially on your last night with me," cautioned  Stephanie.
The words choked in Janet's mouth, not the crop again for  her!
"Decide!"
"Mistress, I'll punish Camille," said Janet in a low  voice.
"Speak louder," Stephanie  ordered.
"Mistress, I'll punish Camille," Janet  repeated.
"Good, that wasn't so hard," said Stephanie as she rose  from behind her
desk.
"Mistress?" asked Janet, not sure what was to happen  next.
"Come now, you have to get dressed.  You can't dominate someone dressed in
a  Maid's uniform with collar and bracelets," said  Stephanie.
Earlier that day, it had been Camille and Janet that had  bathed and
prepared Stephanie and Blanca.  Now, the role was somewhat reversed as Janet was
ushered to a bedroom,  and was quickly divested of her shoes, collar and
bracelets.  Next, the rubber uniform came off, and  had to be peeled slowly from
Janet's form.
Finally came the rubber bra and panties, and Janet had a  hard time
removing them, as they had stuck to her  skin.
"I have another set like this," began Stephanie, "That  have nubs inside
the bra cups and crotch to keep you excited.  Perhaps you'll get to wear them
on your  next visit.  I often make Camille  wear them, just to keep her
excited all day."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now take a quick shower, and we'll get ready," ordered  Stephanie.
Doing as she was told, Janet bathed quickly under a hot  shower.  She felt
like the sweat  from the rubber was melting off from her.
When she emerged, Stephanie dried her off, and helped  with her hair.  She
selected a  leather skirt, bra, thigh high black boots, and long opera
gloves, all in black  leather for Janet.  Putting them on  made Janet feel very
strange, since she was now wearing the clothing of a  Dominant instead of a
slave!
For herself, Stephanie wore a sleeveless black leather  Catsuit.  Janet
helped Stephanie  into it, and zipped it up the back.  She wore a pair of
five-inch heels to compliment the  outfit.
"There now," said Stephanie, "Don't we look better than  being naked?"
"Yes, Mistress," said Janet as she admired herself in the  full-length
mirror.
"Come now," ordered  Stephanie.
"No blindfold, Mistress?" asked  Janet.
"Blindfolds are for slaves," answered  Stephanie.
When they arrived in the Dungeon, Janet was not surprised  to see just what
Stephanie had ordered.  Camille was chained as Janet usually was.  She was
naked, and wore a collar and  bracelets.  The bracelets were  locked to
spreader bars, which spread-eagled Camille into the shape of an  X.  She was
wearing a blindfold and  ball gag.
Blanca had changed into a latex bodysuit and high heels,  which hugged
every curve of her figure.  She stood silently, waiting next to her  handiwork.
"Good job, Blanca," complimented  Stephanie.
"Thank you, Stephanie."
Stephanie had instructed Janet to remain silent when they  entered the
Dungeon.  She pointed to  Camille, and shook her head up and down, indicating
yes.
Hesitantly, Janet strode over to Camille.  She saw how the Maid was now
confined  and stretched as she had normally been.  Janet saw how her breasts
stuck out, and each rib below the skin was  visible.  How Camille bore the
many  stripes of her slavery to Stephanie.
Stephanie motioned for her to begin.  Janet started by gently stroking
Camille's breasts, pulling at them and pinching her erect nipples.  She then
traced the furrow between her  breasts directly down to her sex.  She toyed
with her pubic hair, pulling at the soft strands.  This made Camille flinch
within her  chains.  Walking around, she gently  felt Camille's back with her
fingers, finally ending there by pulling her  buttocks apart and seeing her
anus.
Becoming bolder, she circled around to the front.  She then cupped Camille'
s sex with one  hand, and slowly inserted one finger into her furrow.  This
made Camille stiffen within her  chains, and Janet could see the girl tense
as her digit invaded  her.
"Continue," ordered  Stephanie.
Janet returned to pinching Camille's nipples, seeing how  excited and
flushed she had become from her earlier examination.  Camille, like Janet, had
been well  trained to respond to her Mistress.
Janet then walked to Camille's back and unbuckled her  blindfold and ball
gag.  Camille  blinked several times to adjust to the bright lights and saw
that it was Janet  who had been fondling her!
"Mistress?" asked Camille.
"I've decided that Janet should use you tonight,  Camille."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good. Proceed, Janet," ordered  Stephanie.
Selecting a riding crop with a broad leather tip, she  circled Camille.
For the first time, it wasn't Janet that was going to  receive punishment.
This time, she was holding the crop, and she was going to  use it.
She administered her first stroke with a gentle slap on  Camille's outer
thigh.  It produced  a barely audible thwack in the silence.
Before Stephanie could order her, Janet slowly and with  ever increasing
force began to strike at that exposed parts of Camille's  nakedness.  She
struck her breasts  and nipples, making Camille flinch within her chains.  Then
she stuck at Camille's flat belly,  leaving a few red marks around her belly
button.  Then she laid a few between Camille's  thighs, slapping the crop
from one side to another.
Satisfied, and confident that the crop would not explode  into flame because
 a slave was handling it, Janet became more adventurous.  She walked
around, and proceeded to  strike at Camille's behind.  She  left many red marks on
the Maid's behind.
Janet loved the feel and the smell of the leather that  she was wearing.
It interacted with  her own sweat, and Janet resolved that she would buy
clothing like this to wear  at home.  She knew that she was  excited by what she
was doing.  Janet knew that she was very wet with  excitement.
The day before, she had been tied onto the footstool  getting cropped with
a dildo inside her sex.  Now she was the Dominant, and it felt  very
different!
"You may use what instruments you desire," said  Stephanie.
Janet walked over to an open cabinet.  Within, she saw a coiled whip,
clamps, a  dildo, and many other things.  She  grabbed a handful of clamps, and
went back to attend to  Camille.
Without saying a word, she placed on clamp on Camille's  right nipple.  She
gradually  tightened the device until it stayed of it's own accord.  Then
she applied another to the left  nipple.  She then applied two more  to
Camille's outer lips of her sex.
"Mistress, please," plead  Camille.
"Do you want more?" asked Janet,  suddenly.
"No, Mistress," replied the chain  girl.
Janet pulled at the clamps that she had placed on  Camille's flesh.  Each
time she did  so, Camille flinched in her chains.  She pulled to get away,
but the chains were implacable.  What could a naked girl do against steel  and
leather?
When she went to remove the coiled whip from the cabinet,  Stephanie told
her that since she was not trained in it's use, she should remove  the clamps
first.  Doing as she was  ordered to, Janet then tested the whip by
striking out into empty  air.
"Ready for the whip?" asked  Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," Camille  answered.
Janet began again by striking slowly and softly.  She didn't want to hurt
Camille, not  really, but she did want to show Stephanie that she was serious
about the  whip.  With each stroke, the whip  curled itself around Camille'
s naked form.
Janet saw the marks that she was leaving, and knew just  how long before
they would heal.  Since Camille had been a slave for a long time, they were
just one of  many that were already there.
She struck silently, circling and never striking the same  place twice.
Her aim was  inexperienced, so her strokes often landed where she did not
expect them  too.  Still, Camille's sex and  breasts often received a stroke,
making her squeal and  moan.
Janet continued carefully, aware that every move she was  making was under
the observation of both Stephanie and Blanca.  She did not use the full
force of her  arm with each stroke, since that would wound Camille.  Instead,
she cracked the whip with just  enough force to leave a red mark.
After what seemed like an eternity, she inspected her  efforts.  Tears ran
down Camille's  cheeks, and her makeup was streaked.  Her body was covered
in red marks from Janet's whip and  crop.
Janet then coiled the whip and presented the handle to  Camille.
"Kiss it," ordered Janet, "or else they'll be a few  more."
"Yes, Mistress," said Camille as she kissed the whip  handle.
Janet then inserted her fingers again into Camille's sex,  and found that
she was even more wet than before.  Finally, she pinched Camille's nipples
again before she decided that she was finished.
"I'm done, slave," Janet  said.
Janet walked back over to Stephanie and handed her the  whip, handle first.
"Thank you, Mistress," said  Janet.
"Very good, Janet.  You show promise, no matter what side of the whip you'
re on," said  Stephanie.
Janet felt deep inside her that something had  changed.  Still, that night
she  spent the evening alone chained in a bedroom.  Her hands had been
linked to her collar  so that she couldn't touch herself.  Janet ground her
thighs together, wanting release from her  frustration.  But that had been
denied to her by Stephanie.