>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> WARNING! This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains Strong Sexual Content. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any way condone similar behavior. If you are under the age or 18 or reside in a state that prohibits such behavior, stop reading immediately!!! <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< A Novel: "JANET IN TRAINING" BY SFMASTER Archiving permitted, reposting is permitted; but only if you include this statement of limitation of use and notify the author by e-mail. The author forbids you to make, distribute, or sell multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format. However, individual readers may make single copies of the story for their own, non- commercial use. Copyright (c) 1997 by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net Attn: Readers please feel free to send an e-mail to the author. I do want to hear from you! Contact me at: sfmaster@worldnet.att.net Janet In Training Dramatis Personae 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. "Janet in Training" A BDSM Novel by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net Chapter One: Bondage Introductions ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 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. "Janet in Training" Chapter Two: Introduction to Discipline +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +++++ By sfmaster@worldnet.att.net Archiving permitted, reposting is permitted; but only if you include this statement of limitation of use and notify the author by e-mail. The author forbids you to make, distribute, or sell multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format. However, individual readers may make single copies of the story for their own, non-commercial use. Copyright (c) 1997 by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net Attn: Readers please feel free to send an e-mail to the author. I do want to hear from you! "Janet in Training" by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net Chapter Two: Introduction to Discipline 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. "Janet in Training" Chapter Three: Janet's Double Life ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ By sfmaster@worldnet.att.net Archiving permitted, reposting is permitted; but only if you include this statement of limitation of use and notify the author by e-mail. The author forbids you to make, distribute, or sell multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format. However, individual readers may make single copies of the story for their own, non-commercial use. Copyright (c) 1997 by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net Attn: Readers please feel free to send an e-mail to the author. I do want to hear from you! "Janet in Training" by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net 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." * * * * 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? "Janet in Training" Chapter Four: Slave Girl on Loan ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ By sfmaster@worldnet.att.net Archiving permitted, reposting is permitted; but only if you include this statement of limitation of use and notify the author by e-mail. The author forbids you to make, distribute, or sell multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format. However, individual readers may make single copies of the story for their own, non-commercial use. Copyright (c) 1997 by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net Attn: Readers please feel free to send an e-mail to the author. I do want to hear from you! "Janet in Training" by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net 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