Janet in Training

by sfmaster

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© Copyright 1997 - sfmaster - Used by permission

Storycodes: F/f; D/s; bdsm; slave; collar; cuffs; gag; dungeon; X-frame; rack; stocks; anal; toys; whip; cane; crop; naked; latex; cons; reluct; XX

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!!!

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Mistress Janet will return in: The Challenge

Continues from

Chapter Six: Role Reversal

Part One: Switch

When the limo left her in front of Erica's house one weekend, Janet was eagerly looking forward to seeing Erica. Over the past few weeks, Erica had been placing her in more stringent and difficult bondage positions. In addition, the Mistress had been punishing her in many more different ways. Janet had learned the cat and the flogger, and had been able to stand many more strokes than she had before.

She was pleased that Erica had also decided to use her in the bedroom as well, and she had to learn rather quickly how to satisfy her Mistress. Failure meant a stay in the Dungeon, plus additional punishments.

So when the limo departed, Janet hurried up the stairs. She was hoping that her stay this weekend would be a repeat of last week's. That had been both a pleasurable and painful experience at the same time, and Janet hoped that this weekend would be more of the same.

When the door opened, Andrea was standing inside as usual. It was rare that Mistress Erica would open the door of her own house. Why should she when she had a slave for a Maid?

"Come in," greeted Andrea.

"Thank you," said Janet as she handed Erica's Maid her coat.

"I'm to take you to the library," said Andrea.

"Is that where Erica is now?" asked Janet.

"No. Please come," directed Andrea.

Janet was crestfallen. Where was her Mistress? She hurried behind Andrea. The library was empty, without Erica. Janet was disappointed by Erica's absence.

"There's a letter on the desk," directed Andrea.

"Oh," answered Janet.

Janet picked up the envelope that Andrea had mentioned. It was made of a rich fine heavy paper, not like modern paper that made to go through a printer at work. No, this was paper that someone might use for something special. On the front was written Janet's name in a simple script, and the envelope flap had an ER embossed in the heavy paper. It was also sealed by a glob of red sealing wax, into which was pressed the letters ER inside a crest.

Janet slowly opened it, and found a single sheet of paper inside. She read: Dear Janet, Sorry, but I was called away suddenly on urgent business. Since you were looking forward to seeing me so much, I decided on a special treat for you. Tonight, Friday, Andrea will have her use of you. Tomorrow, Saturday, you shall have the use of Andrea. Please be creative and imaginative, both of you! I shall expect a full report, and discipline meted out for improper conduct. Love, Erica Riken

"Andrea, I'm yours," said Janet.

Andrea read the letter in silence when it was offered to her. Janet wondered if she knew the contents even before, and if her companion was merely playacting.

"You certainly are. Now, what should I do with you?"

Janet knew better than to respond to a question like that. She had always feared that one day Andrea might get her chance to dominate her, and now Erica had given her to her Maid!

"Better not stay silent too long, Janet," cautioned Andrea.

"I could take off my clothes, Mistress Andrea," said Janet.

"What a nice idea. You know, Janet, some girls don't train as easily as You did. They pout and protest, thinking that will get them some attention. What they forget is that none of that behavior works when you face a Dominant."

Janet could only nod her head in agreement.

"I'd say that you were one of the best slave girls that Erica has had for quite some time. You really love the whip, don't you."

"Yes, Andrea."

"Mistress Andrea. And that will cost you tonight, my dear. But don't strip here, downstairs is better."

"Yes, Mistress Andrea."

"Now go downstairs and get ready, and I'll be along in a minute. The Dungeon's already open, and you know what to do."

Janet knew that there were two ways that she could use to go to the Dungeon. One was the hidden elevator, and the other was a set of concealed stairs. The doorway was left open, and Janet descended to the Dungeon. True to Andrea's word, on a table were her collar, bracelets, and shoes.

Janet was by now used to the routine. She stripped quickly, and paused to look at herself in the full-length mirror. She saw her naked body, with the stripes as evidence of her slavery to Erica. But it was her sex that fascinated her. Ever since Erica had ordered her cunt shaved several weeks ago, it was an additional reminder of her slavery to Erica. When the cotton or silk of her panties rubbed up against her bare lips during the day, it only served to remind her that her Mistress had ordered her pussy shaved.

Nor was it allowed to grow back. For every weekend afterwards, Andrea had the duty of again shaving her cunt to make sure that it wouldn't grow back. For the first few weeks, Janet had wanted to protest and resist. But she had never said anything. Now it was an accepted part of the routine of her visits, just like removing her clothes and being placed in bondage.

Janet placed the collar around her neck first, brushing her hair away. Then the bracelets went on her ankles and wrists. She then bent down and locked the shoes onto her feet, snapping shut the little padlocks that would imprison her feet. Next, she held her mouth open to accept the ballgag, and closed the roller buckle at the back of her neck.

Janet took one final look at herself in the mirror, proud of her life as a slave girl. She walked carefully in her high heels, and tried to figure out just where Andrea would want her to restrain herself before her entrance.

She walked among the devices of slavery, her heart pounding with the memory of how everything had been steadily used on her. Janet looked for some obvious way of locking herself to something before Andrea would arrive. But there seemed to be nothing! It looked as if Andrea had searched the Dungeon, and removed every obvious way that Janet could confine herself easily!

Taking a deep breath with her nose, Janet wished that she did not have to wear the ballgag. She felt like sighing, since she should have confined herself by now!

Janet wondered if Andrea had known of Erica's plans, and this was some devilish trick made especially for her!

"Well Janet, I see that you know how to take orders," commented Andrea on her entrance.

All that Janet could do was nod her agreement behind her ballgag. Whoever had thought of the gag must have designed it for girls, as the silence it imposed was near total.

"I'm sure," said Andrea as she grabbed a D ring on Janet's collar, "that we are going to have a nice time tonight. Do you know that I have been waiting to punish you ever since the first time I saw you? And now I have my wish."

"Mmmmph," commented Janet.

"Now then, what shall I do with you?" asked Andrea.

In no time at all, Janet again found herself stretched into the shape of an X. Her wrists and ankles had been attached to spreader bars, and she was slightly suspended so that her heels barely touched the floor.

Andrea was wearing a leather bra and skirt, with a pair of thigh high boots completed her outfit. A studded collar adorned her neck; it's shiny parts catching the light.

"Like my outfit? Pity I can't dress this way all the time, but Erica is the Mistress of the house, after all."

Andrea stepped behind her and removed the gag from Janet's mouth. Janet breather deeply in relief when the rubber ball was gone. However, Janet noted that Andrea had buckled the gag around her neck, so it would not be far when it would be needed again.

Janet reacted with fear when Andrea removed a slender riding crop from the wall. She watched with apprehension as Andrea flexed the crop with her two hands, finally striking it against the side of one of her leather boots.

"You know, Janet," Andrea began, "I've been waiting for this for a long time. Ever since that first day when you were here, and I pinched those nipples of yours and fondled your sex. All the times I brought you down here for training by Erica made me very jealous."

"Yes, Mistress Andrea," Janet answered.

"I was really astonished at the way you took to training. I had originally thought that you were no more than a fake that would run after her first time but you proved me wrong."

"Yes, Mistress."

"All I could do in the past was to feel your breasts and sex. But now, I've got you just where I want you."

Janet could only nod her head in reply.

"I'm sure that the two of us can have a really fine time tonight, darling."

Janet had expected to be struck with the crop at that moment, but instead Andrea merely clicked her heels in walking closer to her. She was not really surprised when she felt her naked sex being probed by Andrea. In spite of her bound position, Janet found herself responding to Andrea's efforts.

"Tell me Janet, what do you prefer? The whip, or my touch?"

"What, Mistress?" Janet asked.

"You weren't paying attention, now were you? You were just getting off," accused Andrea.

"Yes, I mean no, Mistress. I mean..."

"I know what you mean. It's very dangerous to let your attention wander when the woman controlling you is holding a crop, don't you agree?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Now, what shall I do with you? You're a bad girl."

"Whatever you please, Mistress."

"Now be a good slave girl and kiss the crop that you like so much, and ask me to punish you harshly with it."

When the crop was offered to her, Janet kissed the handle several times. She pretended that it was Erica holding the crop, not Andrea.

"Mistress Andrea, please punish me with your riding for being a bad slave girl."

For her request, Janet received a stroke to her behind. The crop's slash left a stripe of pure agony on her naked rear. Janet strained against her bonds, making the chains rustle in response.

Andrea began to circle her captive, striking Janet occasionally with the crop. Janet had expected Andrea to strike her repeatedly, but instead the Dominant had decided on a pattern of random stripes on Janet's bound figure. The strokes touched every part of her exposed female form, placing stripes wherever the crop finally landed. All that Janet could do was to wait in her chains for the next stroke. Andrea, unlike the other Dominants that Janet had experienced, was in no hurry to punish. Rather, she seemed content to take her time. Each stroke with the crop was carefully aimed, and delivered with deadly accuracy.

"Well now," commented Andrea, "do you think that after all these months of waiting, I would rush? No, I prefer something a little slower. Once we finish, I think that you'll find that I punish girls rather effectively!"

"Yes, Mistress," Janet answered.

"I believe that a slave girl should be punished slowly, like a work of art. There's nothing like erotic anticipation to heighten the senses."

Janet nodded her head in assent.

"I'm so glad that you agree. Why, this is one night that we both shall remember," said Andrea.

Andrea next hung up the crop and removed the whip from the wall. She ran the thin leather through her hands, feeling the well-oiled leather flex and bend. Andrea was responsible for the upkeep of Erica's Dungeon. It had taken her some time, and many punishments, before she had learned the care and upkeep of Erica's things. For each time that she had made a mistake, Erica had made certain to use that very instrument on her that night.

Janet tensed herself against the whip, screaming each time it hit a spot made tender by the crop. Andrea took her time with her captive, making each stoke count.

"Well now, Janet. Having a good time?"

"Yes, Mistress. Please punish me."

"Now let's see just how you are doing," said Andrea.

Janet watched in silence as Andrea reached out and pulled and pinched at her erect nipples. She moaned in response since she was already aroused. Then Andrea reached down and inserted her finger into Janet's sex.

"Wet, aren't we?" commented Andrea.

"Yes, Mistress."

"You're such a bondage slut, you know," said Andrea.

Janet's whipping continued. Andrea knew just how to place the cruel thong so that it would produce the most agony for her naked thrall. She twisted in her bonds, unable to escape from the awful agony that the Mistress inflicted upon her exposed flesh.

"Tell me, Janet. If Erica or some other Mistress were to offer you the chance at being their permanent live in slave, would you take them up on it? Would you quit you job in exchange for wearing a Maid's outfit and being at their beck and call 24 hours a day?" asked Andrea.

"Yes, Mistress," Janet answered, "I would gladly give up my freedom for the life of a slave girl."

Janet did not know why Andrea had forced the admission out of her regarding slavery. Perhaps Andrea was jealous that Janet could resume her normal life, while Andrea's life was quite different.

"I know that the idea secretly thrills you. Perhaps when you take your vacation, Erica will oblige you by keeping you here for two weeks. You would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Mistress. I would like that very much."

"Except that what you want doesn't count. All that matters is what Erica wants. For that statement, we shall continue."

"Yes, Mistress," Janet answered fitfully.

Again, Janet expected to be gagged. Instead, Andrea produced a pair of nipple clamps from inside her leather bra.

"Rather a good place to store these," said Andrea.

Janet winced as they were applied to her erect nipples, excited by her nakedness and discipline.

"Janet, you really have become a good girl. You have become used to the clamps, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," Janet answered.

Hanging up the whip, Andrea then selected the cat. It was composed of a solid leather wrapped handle, with several thin strands of leather that ended in a small leather knot. Having already experienced the cat, Janet knew and feared its effect.

"We'll continue with the cat," said Andrea.

Andrea displayed the cat to Janet, who shivered with fright inside her chains. There was nothing that she could say or do to stop Andrea from having her way with her!

"Yes, Mistress," answered Janet.

Andrea proceeded to strike her with the cat. Each strand left it's imprint on Janet's figure, with the knot leaving a red welt. In spite of her best efforts, Janet soon found that she was crying. Not out of pain, but rather out of joy. She was aroused and excited by everything that had happened to her tonight, and she loved being disciplined by Andrea.

It was true what she had heard from Mistress Erica. She enjoyed being a slave girl, no matter who kept her in chains and yielded the whip!

The cat left several marks where the whip and crop merely left one. It felt as if her entire body was on fire, and sweat poured from her and ran down her naked and exposed form. Instead of a quick series of punishment like Blanca had administered, this was a slow form of erotic agony that threatened to consume her.

"Mistress," cried Janet, "The cat hurts!"

"I know, Janet. Not much longer now, until I'm satisfied."

Pulling at her bonds in a futile effort to escape, all that Janet could to was to strain her already tired muscles. The stress of being suspended and punished was becoming too much for Janet to bear. Tears continued to escape her eyes, and she had no way of drying them.

After one final vicious stoke with the cat between her legs and onto her shaven pussy, Andrea stopped.

"Thank you, Mistress," cried Janet.

Janet was offered the cat, and she proceeded to kiss the handle like it was the lips of a cherished lover. She could only wonder about the new marks that Andrea had just inflicted upon her, and what they looked like.

"Ready for something else?" asked Andrea.

"Whatever my Mistress desires," replied Janet.

Janet soon found herself lowered to the floor, and she gasped when her strained form buckled when her legs wouldn't take her weight. Andrea quickly released her from the spreader bars, and led Janet to the wooden horse that she had been bound and bent over on.

"Stand here for a while," ordered Andrea.

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress," gasped Janet.

Quickly, Janet recovered from her ordeal. She took a few trail steps, and found that she had regained the use of her legs. It seemed like such a grand erotic tableau with her naked in the Dungeon and at the mercy of a Mistress!

"Feel better?" asked Andrea.

"Yes, Mistress," Janet quickly answered.


Naked, all that Janet could do was to keep her hands at her sides. She had learned from hard experience that she must always leave her breasts and sex exposed, so that they would be available for whatever the Mistress would desire.

"You certainly have been well trained," complimented Andrea.

Janet had a moment to silently reflect to herself that all of the taunts that Andrea had hurled at her were essentially true. In the time since she had consented to become a slave girl, she had done things that she would never have done before. Naked before other women, bound and chained, and finally whipped on a regular basis. Janet Davis was definitely not the same girl as the one several months ago that had disrobed in front of Mistress Erica and consented to slavery. Now she eagerly accepted her role and looked forward to each encounter with her owner.

"Janet, come over here," commanded Andrea.

Janet did as she was ordered. Andrea grabbed her wrists, and pulled and then locked them behind her back. Next, she felt the gag being unbuckled, and she opened her mouth wide in anticipation of having the ball once again in her mouth. Janet was not disappointed, and she suffered in silence as the ball entered her mouth and was secured in back. Janet was once again bound and helpless, and her heart beat swiftly in her chest in expectancy over what might befall her next.

"There now," said Andrea, "all tied up and no place to. We're not finished just yet."

Janet felt like squealing when Andrea finally removed her nipple clamps. Both her nipples were red and raw from having worn them for so long. Whenever the cat's strands had struck them, Janet had winced in agony but had kept from showing Andrea just how it had made her feel.

"Come along now," commanded Andrea after she had attached a leash to Janet's collar.

The two walked in silence through the well-lit corridors of Erica's Dungeon, Janet wondering just how big the place below ground really was. When they had been chained together one evening, Tiffany had told Janet that this sub-basement had originally been a disused fallout shelter from the fifties. It was a perfect location for a Dominant's Dungeon, and Erica had evidently spent a lot of money down here.

When they arrived in another room, Janet was disappointed to see that all it contained was a wooden box in the center. It was about five feet long and two wide and only appeared to be a few inches high. Janet could not possibly imagine just what the thing was for!

After she was pulled closer, its purpose became quite apparent to Janet. She had been a slave girl long enough to recognize how a new device could be used on a girl. At the bars on the edges of the box were circular holes meant to imprison wrists and ankles. On one side was a hinge, the other a hasp lock. It was a variation on the usual set of stocks, except this was lying flat on the floor. It would force a girl to rest on her hands and heels, and expose her bottom to what a Mistress would desire!

"Now don't give me any trouble, and it won't hurt too much," advised Andrea.

Andrea opened one side, and Janet hesitantly placed her ankles in the half circles of wood. Andrea closed the bar and locked a padlock into the hasp. Immobility was the purpose of the stocks, and they performed their goal well with a naked girl inside them. Janet's leash was then removed, and her wrists were drawn into their wooden prison. When the padlock was closed, Janet found that she was truly a prisoner again.

"Have to get something. Be right back, don't run away," happily said Andrea.

With her wrists and ankles restrained in the stocks and her behind up in the air, Janet knew that Andrea had made a joke at her expense. She had demonstrated her submission to Erica, Stephanie, Blanca, Tiffany and now Andrea. Even if Janet wore the key to the padlocks around her neck, there was no way that she could open the locks with her hands imprisoned by the wood.

Janet had not counted the number of strokes that Andrea had inflicted, but even though they had hurt severely, Janet guessed that they far below what Erica would have done. Perhaps Andrea knew that if she hurt Janet too much, she herself would have felt Erica's wrath. So it was one of the more mild nights that she had been a slave girl. Locked in the stocks, she wondered what would happen next!

"Have a nice wait?" asked Andrea on her return.

"Mmmmph!" cried Janet.

Her eyes widened when she saw that Andrea was wearing the same dildo harness that Erica had used on her before. Andrea had removed her leather clothing except for her boots and collar, and her breasts were free. Around her waist was the leather belt, and protruding from the harness was a large phallus.

Before, Janet had taken it from the front. Bound in the stocks, she was now going to take it from the rear.

"Now just so you don't think that I'm being cruel," said Andrea as she produced a tube of lubricant and spread some on the shaft.

Janet soon saw that Andrea was standing behind her, by looking backwards through her imprisoned arms and legs. Andrea ran the tip of the phallus around Janet's behind, making sure to brush the thing against her ass cheeks. In a moment of panic, Janet was sure that it would be her anus that would be entered. However, the thing was guided down and further between her legs.

Janet soon felt the capable hands of Andrea reach out and were placed firmly on Janet's hips. Andrea's fingers dug into Janet's flesh, holding Janet firmly in place as Andrea maneuvered the dildo towards it's objective. Before her slavery, Janet had only had sex on her back. Any other position she had considered was somehow improper.

She flinched when she sensed the dildo enter her sex, and moaned from within the gag. Andrea was experienced, and she held onto Janet to steady her as the dildo was pushed deeper into her sex. Soon, Andrea was sliding the phallus back and forth, performing intercourse with the phallus.

"Mmmmmph!" cried Janet.

"You must really be having a good time," commented Andrea.

Strange as it was, it was better than being whipped, thought Janet. Even though it was now her sex that was being violated, it was infinitely better than being punished again.

Janet also wondered why her sexual climaxes always seemed more intense when she was gagged. In all of her prior sexual experiences, she had never felt anything like what she was having now.

She reacted to Andrea's thrusts by trying to match her thrusts. There was no escape, and Janet found that she enjoyed being used in this manner.

"You're really getting off on this, aren't you?" asked Andrea.

The dildo continued to drive itself deep within Janet's sex, and she felt like she was ready to climax.

"You can't climax before you're allowed," commanded Andrea, "else there will be quite a punishment for that. Do you understand?"

Janet restrained herself, trying to control her arousal. She had embarrassed herself when she had slipped with Erica, and her reward was to have her pussy shaven and bare. She did not want to fail again!

Her long hair had fallen nearly to the floor, and she was sweating from her sexual exertions. Her skin tickled as she felt the beads of sweat form, then run down her naked and exposed form.

The strokes of the phallus seemed endless, and Janet wondered just how long she could contain herself before she experienced a shattering climax. It felt like her entire body was a bow ready to be released.

"Now!" said Andrea.

When the climax came, Janet felt as if her sex had exploded in a shower of sensation. The multiple orgasms sent shudders throughout her entire body. She could only moan through her gag, being denied the use of her mouth. Janet stole a glance at Andrea, who was obviously excited by her exertions also. Her naked body glistened with sweat, with a fine sheen on her body.

"You are really a little slut," began Andrea, "liking yourself used in this manner. I have seen many women since I have been with Erica changed from frigid cunts to slaves that enjoyed themselves. But you seemed to like slavery from the start. You may not always be a slave girl. But I can tell you one observation: you will look back on this period of your sex life as the most exciting time that you will ever have. You will find sex with men boring and shallow in comparison to being chained and whipped, or being able to discipline another slave like yourself."

Janet did not know why Andrea had chosen to lecture her at that moment. She was still recovering from the massive orgasms that had coursed through her body, and she felt dizzy with excitement. The rubber ball was still held firmly within her mouth by the leather strap, and she was unable to respond.

"Let me take your gag out," said Andrea.

True to her work, Andrea walked around and unbuckled the gag strap. When the ball was removed, Janet took several deep breaths.

"Thank you, Mistress," panted Janet.

"The bad thing about the stocks you are bound in is that they are rather limiting. I think that I'll release you for your next ordeal."

Janet was thankful when she watched Andrea unlock the two steel padlocks that held her within the stocks. Andrea released Janet's wrists and ankles from within their wooden prisons. Janet was glad to stand again after having been bent over while her sex was being used.

"Thank you for releasing me, Mistress," said Janet as she stood before Andrea and massaged her wrists.

She stole a glance at herself in the mirror. Naked, her flesh bore the marks that she had received that night. Her cheeks and makeup were tear stained, and her hair was a mess. But somehow that didn't matter, as she was happy to be here with Andrea.

Janet recalled that she was in love with Mistress Erica. But when she had been loaned to Mistress Stephanie, Stephanie had observed that Janet desired to be used by any woman.

"Hands behind your back," ordered Andrea.

It was by now quite normal for Janet to have her hands locked behind her back, rendering her helpless. She often wondered why her ankles weren't hobbled by chain, except that the five-inch heels already imposed a disciple upon her that make every step a cautious exercise.

"Do you enjoy wearing cuffs?" asked Andrea.

"Yes, Mistress," answered Janet.

Attaching a leash to Janet's collar, Andrea led Janet out through the dungeons back to the elevator. She paused to unlock the harness around her waist, leaving the harness near the instruments that she had used tonight.

"I have to clean them before Erica returns, or it will be my hide that gets whipped," stated Andrea.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Now for your final task of the night," said Andrea.

Janet was blindfolded, cutting off her sight. Andrea led her to the elevator, and they ascended upstairs. Gently pulled along, she felt Andrea leading her somewhere. They walked for a brief period, before they entered a room. Janet felt her leash being attached to something, before she was made to kneel down.

When her blindfold was removed again, she saw that she was in one of the bedrooms. She was chained to a ringbolt set in the wall, and Andrea was seated on the bed, wearing nothing but the collar and boots.

She opened her legs to invite Janet within.

"Service me, Janet, or else it will be the riding crop," said Andrea.

Janet walked on her knees over to Andrea, and began to slowly make love to her. With her hands locked behind her back, all she could use was her tongue, lips, and teeth. When she had spent the night with Blanca, the Dominant had taught her how to use her mouth to service a woman. When she had showed hesitancy or inexperience, Janet had been rewarded with multiple strokes on her thighs.

Janet thought that she was moderately experienced in giving another woman pleasure, and soon Andrea was aroused and shaking from Janet's efforts. Janet bit and tugged at her outer lips, then tongued her clit again and again. She stole a glance at Andrea, and saw that she was flushed with excitement and passion.

Andrea grabbed Janet's head and pulled it deeper between her legs, moaning all the time. Breathing though her nose, Janet continued to service Andrea. Finally her efforts were rewarded when Andrea let loose in a shuddering climax that shook the bad. Her leather-clad legs surrounded Janet, and the combined aroma of Andrea's wet sex and leather almost overwhelmed Janet into stopping.

Andrea shuddered again and again, each climax bringing her waves of pleasure. She rocked back and forth, holding her prisoner tightly between her legs.

When the last climax ended, she drew Janet up and unlocked her wrists. Andrea then removed her boots, unzipping them from thigh to heel. She folded them on the floor.

They shared a drink from a pitcher on the nightstand, and then Andrea invited Janet into the bed beside her.

"Now then, shall we begin again?" asked Andrea.

Janet did not know when they finished because Andrea had been inexhaustible and she was totally spent. All Janet remembered was that she finally passed out sometime during the late night.

Part Two: Saturday

The next morning, Janet was released. Her leash was unlocked first, followed by her collar and bracelets. Andrea had unlocked her shoes before they had gone to bed the previous evening, so they lay scattered on the bedroom floor.

"Why did you honor Erica's instructions?" asked Janet after her bracelets had been removed.

"Because I would pay a terrible price if I disobeyed," answered Andrea.

"What now?"

"I'm your slave today," said Andrea.

"So let's start with a bath," ordered Janet.

"Yes, Mistress."

Janet was then bathed and massaged, and her hurt skin tended to. Lying naked on a massage table (did Erica have everything in the house) she enjoyed having Andrea pamper her. Afterwards, she had dressed in a terry robe and slippers while Andrea had cleaned herself and dressed herself in latex uniform.

Going through Andrea's room, she discovered a chastity belt and ordered her to wear it under her uniform. She made certain that Andrea locked her shoes upon her feet, and closed the padlocks herself.

Then she was treated to a large breakfast, which Erica had probably planned for her all along. Janet felt like she was Mistress of the house. Finally, after her third cup of black coffee and finishing the Times, she wondered just what else to do.

"Andrea?" called Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," replied Andrea.

"What do I do about getting dressed? I only have the clothes I wore yesterday. I can't stay in a robe all day. I never did that at home all day either."

"Please come with me," said Andrea.

Janet was directed into one of the bedrooms. Inside the closet was a collection of clothes of varying sizes, enough for several girls. Janet selected silk underwear, stockings and a black garter belt. She finished off her outfit with a silk blouse and a red leather skirt. Finally, she chose a pair of red leather pumps that were only normal height, which did not get locked onto her feet.

Andrea prepared her hair, setting it with combing and a blast of hairspray. When she was done, Janet admired herself in the bedroom mirror.

She smoothed her skirt down with her hands when she stood up, and was happy for her appearance.

"I wish that I had known you when I was dating," said Janet, "I've never looked this good before."

"Thank you, Mistress. If I may be excused, I have the chores to do," said Andrea.

"Yes, of course, you are dismissed," ordered Janet.

Having done the chores in both Erica's and Stephanie's house, she knew the penalty her Maid would face if they were neglected. So she decided to let Andrea do her work in peace. Besides, she would have the full use of her this evening, so there was no rush.

It seemed strange, walking through the mansion wearing clothes and sensible heels, and imagining that she was the Mistress of the house. She found the house well appointed but not excessive. There was none of the gaudy extravagance Erica had told Janet that she despised in her house, and the Mistress had indeed lived up to her words.

True, there were the antiques and paintings. But they were displayed in an unassuming fashion, with no clue as to their true worth.

Except that in this house, all of the rooms had ringbolts set in the walls at numerous locations. Janet wondered just what she had told the contracts why she needed them, and what she told her "normal" guests what they were for.

Janet speculated on what some guests might have thought of the rings, and if they knew that they were used to keep slave girls chained beside this Mistress's bed and available for use.

To pass the time, Janet found that Erica had a large and wonderful library. She discovered that Erica also had a large collection of Adult materials, and passed the time watching a couple of Bondage tapes. As an experiment, she also tried to watch a straight sex video, but found it boring by comparison.

"Once you've been in the Dungeon," she said aloud. "Everything else seems dull by comparison."

There were also plenty of catalogs for bondage gear and fetish equipment, and Janet wasted no time in copying down some phone numbers and addresses. Since she had already admitted to her Mistress that she dressed up at home, Janet was eager to add to her collection.

On a whim, she decided to explore Erica's bedroom. Since she was Mistress of the house for a day, she thought that would give her the right to look in Erica's closet. She wanted to see just what clothes Erica possessed!

With Andrea doing the laundry, she went into Erica's room. It was unlocked, and Janet didn't know if she was being taped or not. Still, all she did was to open Erica's walk in closet (she had lived in apartments smaller than that closet).

She gasped when she saw the contents. Not did it contain the usual career clothing that a working woman would have (suits, dresses, and evening gowns) plus jeans and tops, heels and old sweatshirts and sneakers. Taking up a good portion of the closet was a section that contained clothing that would have raised eyebrows in the working world.

Outfits of leather, rubber, and PVC. Catsuits, bodysuits, and dresses. Latex stockings, and footwear of many varieties. She picked up some of the high heels and boots, and wondered fantasized how many girls had been made to lick them.

"Mistress," said Andrea.

"Andrea, you startled me," said Janet, as she nearly dropped the boot that she had been handling.

"Sorry, I was here to put something away."


"Thank you, Andrea. I won't be punished for looking in here, will I?" asked Janet.

"Unless you steal or damage something, no. But there's plenty of fetish clothing you can use later tonight, so you won't have to use something of Erica's. She might get a little disturbed about that, Mistress."

Janet knew that Andrea was speaking the truth. She put the boot down, and retreated to the library. Then she got her coat, and took a walk outside. The entire estate was enclosed and walled off, and she noted that there were no trees that were allowed to over the wall. The top of the wall was covered in something, but Janet couldn't see it properly. Janet guessed that there were electronic alarms all over the place. Erica would certainly not be getting any unannounced visitors!

For lunch, Janet was again treated to a meal that was simply wonderful. After she finished her chicken marsala, she felt like taking a nap. Instead, she curled up with a novel in the library.

Like a magnet, the Dungeon exerted a strange pull on her. At odd moments, she imagined herself downstairs again. She daydreamed that she was bound and chained at Erica's mercy.

She napped and dreamed, and was not certain what was the dream. Was she still in the Dungeon, or was she upstairs being Mistress for a day?

Getting up afterwards, she passed Andrea in the hall.

"Mistress?" asked Andrea.

"Yes, Andrea."

"Could you let me out of the belt? I have to go to the bathroom, Mistress."

"Of course," answered Janet.

When she had selected the belt in the morning, Janet had made sure that she had kept the key in her blouse pocket. She was amazed that Andrea had managed to hold herself for that long, as Janet would have been asking for relief hours before.

Janet unlocked Andrea and let her go. When she was finished, Janet wanted to see just what it meant to have someone available to her.

Before she locked Andrea into the belt again, she made her remove her uniform. Andrea's breasts hung naked and free, since she did not wear a bra under the tight latex.

Janet pinched and fondled them, with Andrea handcuffed to a bedpost. She had asked Andrea where she might find a few things, and she had done so without question.

Andrea's nipples soon grew hard and her breathing short. Janet stimulated her, and found that her sex was wet in response to her actions.

"Have you ever had your cunt shaved?" asked Janet.

"Yes, Mistress. Many times."

Just as a test, she fingered Andrea's sex, and found her already wet with desire.

"It seems that I'm not the only slut around here," said Janet.

"No, Mistress. I'm Erica's bondage slut."

Janet had selected a riding crop and delivered several sharp strokes to Andrea's behind. She watched with approval as it left red stripes on her buttocks and made Andrea moan with pain or pleasure.

Then Janet released her, locked the chastity belt around her waist, and ordered her to get dressed. Janet left the bedroom, and was pleased at her modest actions. She wondered how a Maid's agency would react if a job description for this house would pass through their office!

Dinner was a grand affair, complete with Candles, a rich beef stew, and red wine. For the occasion, Janet had changed out of her day clothes and chose a black evening dress made entirely of black latex. Andrea had helped her into it, and zipped her up in the back.

Janet remembered how she'd been used as a naked serving girl, and it was rather different to be served on the other side of the table. After finishing her dessert, which had been a big piece of German chocolate cake, she adjourned to the library for a brandy.

Walking through the library, Janet enjoyed the tight feel of the latex, and the sensual way it clung to her figure. She loved it squishiness and it's sound, and wondered why she had never wanted to have anything like it before. She carried a brandy snifter, and the carafe sat on the library desk.

Janet remembered when she and Camille had served the two Mistresses, and how friendly they seemed. She fantasized that one-day she would be a Mistress, and enjoy the company of others of similar rank. And to enjoy the attention of slaves to her every whim!

However, it was lonely passing the time. Television watching seemed dull, and watching a tape only whet her appetite for when she would have the chance to dominate Andrea.

Janet longed for another Mistress in the house, and wished that Erica had provided a surrogate for herself. It was agonizing watching the clock turn so slowly!

Later in the evening, Andrea undressed her. Janet chose something simple: a black bodysuit, thigh high boots, and opera length gloves. She chose to wear PVC, because it seemed different and she had never worn anything with the fabric before.

Since there were just the two of them, Janet had Andrea remove all her clothes. Janet removed her chastity belt also, since she wanted to outfit Andrea the way that she was usually prepared.

Janet locked the collar and bracelets on Andrea, then locked her hands together. She attached a leash to her collar, and secured that to the bedpost. Finally, she placed a blindfold over her eyes, cutting off Andrea's vision. Going though the large collection of toys that Erica possessed, Janet found something different than the usual ballgag.

This was a gag that had a molded phallus of thick rubber. It had a breathing hole running though it, and closed by means of a roller buckle in the back.

"Open wide," ordered Janet.

Andrea did so, and Janet inserted the penis gag. Andrea's lips and teeth surrounded the object, and Janet pulled it tight. She buckled it at the back of Andrea's neck.

Just as a test, Janet started to pinch Andrea's exposed nipples. She twisted the left harshly, as she wanted Andrea to make a response to her actions.

"Mmmmmph!" cried Andrea.

"Good girl," said Janet.

Janet admired her handiwork, and looked at the two of them in the bedroom mirror. Could she really be a Mistress? She knew what she was already excited, and the night had not yet begun.

Janet left Andrea locked and helpless in the bedroom. She wanted to do a little more exploring, and she didn't want Andrea to spoil her fun. There was nothing that she could while bound and helpless.

Janet then proceeded to search through the house, even if she didn't know just what she had been looking for. With Andrea safely chained in a bedroom, she knew that this would be her only chance to search undisturbed. But she still believed that she was somehow being monitored. Probably even by Erica, since this entire weekend was too good to be true.

Then she had it. Everyone acquires detritus in life. Papers, old stuff that they get attached to and don't want to throw out. Either Erica had it stored somewhere, or she lived a really clean life.

Suddenly that summer she spent cleaning out houses for estate sales and the weird things that she had discovered didn't seem like such a waste after all.

She hurried back the bedroom; half expecting to see an empty leash attached to the bedpost. Instead, Andrea was still seated naked on the bed just where Janet had left her.

"Well, now," said Janet, "it seems that we have a date together, don't we?"


"My exact words, too," said Janet.

Janet unlocked Andrea and pulled her to her feet. They went in the elevator down to the Dungeon, and she knew that she was going to have some fun today after all.

Andrea came along willingly, not that any girl in her position could offer any real resistance. Moving along when her leash was pulled, she had been in this position many times before. Now that she belonged to Janet for tonight, it was going to be interesting to see just what would happen.

Janet looked over all the interesting things in the Dungeon. Earlier, she had settled on what she would do to Andrea. Now the only question was, would she be able to go through with it?

Against the Dungeon wall was something that Erica had not placed her on. It was a big X frame with plenty of straps to hold some girl in place. It could also turn completely around, leaving a girl upside down.

Janet pulled Andrea along to the X frame. She unlocked her leash and wrist cuffs, then backed her onto the device. Janet had to make her step up and backwards at the same time, since the thing was already about a foot off the Dungeon floor.

When Andrea resisted, Janet proceeded to pinch her right nipple until Andrea squealed. Then her defiance ceased, and Janet had no trouble placing her in the thing.

There were rings to attach to her bracelets, and a series of straps to hold her in place. In a short time, Andrea was quite helpless. Janet then removed her blindfold and ballgag.

"Better now?" asked Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," answered Andrea.

"Now then," said Janet, "I think that the riding crop will do for a start."

"Yes, Mistress," said Andrea.

Janet selected the same crop that Andrea had used on her the previous evening. It had a broad leather pad, one that would strike with a satisfying sound, yet distribute the force of the impact over a wide area. It was a good thing to start with.

Janet flexed the riding crop in her gloved hands. She knew full well that Andrea was responsible for it's upkeep, but she had to demonstrate that she knew how to handle it.

"Kiss the crop," ordered Janet.

When it was offered, Andrea did so without hesitation. Her cheeks still bore the imprint of the heavy penis gag that she had worn for quite some time.

"You may count the strokes, Andrea," ordered Janet.

"One!" cried Andrea.

Janet had started on the same nipple that she had just pinched, knowing full well that it was already sensitive. The crop left a large and satisfying red mark on Andrea's aureole.


Janet struck Andrea inside her underarm, since the skin there was sensitive since girls had to shave there.

"Five!" cried Andrea.

The fifth stroke landed on the flat of her stomach.


"Ten!" cried Andrea, panting from the crop.

"There now, I see that you're finally in the mood," said Janet, "what do you have to say?"

"Thank you, Mistress," replied Andrea.

"Good. Now we'll proceed."

With the crop's pad, Janet began to strike the inside of Andrea's thighs.


Before, Janet had struck many parts of Andrea's figure. Now she was limiting herself to Andrea's sex and her thighs. Andrea squirmed and tried to pull away, but she was held fast by the bracelets and straps.

"Eighteen!" cried Andrea, tears streaming down her cheeks.

The strokes weren't very hard, but they did produce an excellent sound. Rather by striking Andrea in the same places time after time, she was causing her slave girl real distress.

"Twenty! Mistress, please, no more between my legs," cried Andrea.

"Kiss the crop," ordered Janet.

Once Andrea did as she was ordered, Janet began again. This time by striking at Andrea's breasts her underarms, and stomach. Andrea counted each one, panting and on the verge of tears.


"That's enough for now," said Janet. "Let's see just how good a slave girl you really are."

Janet fingered Andrea's sex and found that she was wet. Since Janet had been between her legs last night, she knew that Andrea was insatiable.

Unlocking the X frame, she slowly turned the bound girl in a complete 360 degree turn. The bracelets held her fast to the frame, and the straps also held her in place.

After two turns, she again locked Andrea in the upright position. Andrea seemed no worse for wear after having been turned upside down twice, but Janet didn't want to take any chances. She decided that the X frame was a good thing for show, but not very practical to use.

"Thank you, Mistress," cried Andrea.

Janet then selected the same cat that Andrea had also used on her, but she suddenly decided that there had to be a better way of confining her charge.

She unlocked Andrea from the X frame, and decided that simplest was best. So Andrea was soon bound with her hands hanging together from the ceiling chain, and a spreader bar to keep her legs apart. Andrea was much more accessible that way.

"Do you enjoy being a slave, Andrea?" asked Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," answered Andrea.

"Good, then I shall try my absolute best to make you feel uncomfortable tonight. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Janet circled her bound captive, and chose Andrea's bottom. She lashed out, and the cat struck with deadly effect. Each leather tipped strand left a thin red welt when it sliced though Andrea's flesh.

"Owwww!" cried Andrea.

Janet had told Andrea that she was freed from counting each stroke, and her charge moaned and cried with every impact. While Andrea had been restrained in the use of punishment the previous night, Janet had decided that since she had been so nice today by not interfering with Andrea's work she was now free to place her in as much distress as possible.


Janet steadily increased the severity of each stroke until she matched that of Erica's. She could see that Andrea was steadily heating up, as droplets of her sweat began to trickle down her reddened flesh.

The cat was a vicious instrument of torment. No wonder the flogger, with softer strands was the preferred instrument. However, Janet wanted to make her impression on Andrea. It was highly likely that one day Janet would feel Andrea's lash again. But Janet knew that it would be a long time, if ever before she would get the chance to discipline Andrea again!

Once Janet was satisfied that Andrea was in real pain again, she offered the handle to her lips. Andrea, without having to be told, quickly began to kiss the handle.

"What do you have to say?" asked Janet.

"Thank you, Mistress," cried Andrea.

"You have a nice situation here. Living with Mistress Erica, preparing all of her girls for use, occasionally having the use of a girl. I think that it's right for a change for you to be on the business end of the whip. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, Mistress," cried Andrea.

Satisfying as the cat had been, it was now time for something else. In a cabinet, she found the same clamps that Stephanie had introduced her to. She displayed them to Andrea.

"Perhaps we should make this more interesting," said Janet.

"No!" cried Andrea, "not on my nipples!"

"Where else?" asked Janet.

It took no time for the hated clips to adorn Andrea's nipples and pussy lips. Janet wondered just why Andrea, who was Erica's maid, didn't wear a medallion like Tiffany? After all, since she was her Maid and presumably her number one slave, it would have seemed only natural. Instead there was no mark or medallion, and Janet placed the clips on her pussy lips. Andrea thrashed and moaned, and Janet pulled at a few of her pussy hairs.

Under the PVC outfit that she wore, and under her panties, she remembered that her sex was totally bare. Just before she would leave the next morning, Janet would again be shaved to prevent her pubic hair from growing back. She hoped that when Andrea shaved her, she would not try to exact revenge for her current ordeal.

Once the clips were, Janet decided that it was time to caress and fondle Andrea. She pulled at her breasts and behind, and felt her ribs through her stretched skin. The respite from being whipped seemed to fortify Andrea, as her body ceased quivering from the punishment that Janet had delivered.

Janet removed a coiled leather whip. She had always wanted to see the whip wrap itself around Andrea's figure.

"No, Mistress," cried Andrea, "not the whip, too!"

"You're here to please your Mistress, aren't you? Well, you can please me by taking the whip."

Hanging by her chains, Andrea dejectedly waited the whip to fall. When it began to strike her naked and exposed body, she shrieked at Janet's continued punishment.

"Mistress, please," cried Andrea, "no more. I'm yours, please!"

"Good, good. Just a little more now," soothed Janet.

After a few more strokes, Andrea began to sob. Janet reached between her legs and found that Andrea was sopping wet and ready to climax.

"Mercy, Mistress!" cried Andrea. "Mercy!"

Janet stopped and offered the whip's handle to Andrea. She kissed it like a passionate lover, not like an instrument of torment.

"Enough, Andrea?" asked.

"Thank you, Mistress," said Andrea, "Thank you for punishing me."

"You're welcome, Andrea. Now let's see just what else we can do together," said Janet.

Janet let Andrea down, but did not remove her clips. She wanted Andrea to wear them until they were together in the bedroom shortly. She locked Andrea's wrists together and attached the leash to her collar. Janet did not bother to either blindfold or gag her, since it was her house that she served it.

Instead, she led Andrea by her collar chain upstairs to the same bedroom where she had been used the previous night. Once there, she brandished a crop that had placed there before and flexed it again and again.

"You're not going to give me any trouble, are you?" asked Janet.

"No, Mistress."

Janet took off all of her PVC garments and neatly folded them on a chair. She loved their feel, and wondered if they were easier to care for than either leather or rubber. That was another question that would have to be answered in the future.

"Come here," ordered Janet.

Andrea had been standing in the bedroom, waiting for Janet's order. Now she walked over to Janet and the naked dominant and slave stood facing one another.

Janet removed her clips, and Andrea moaned when each one was taken off her. Andrea looked visibly relieved that her ordeal was over.

"Well now. I guess that it's time to see if you can please your Mistress in other ways," said Janet. "Now get between my legs. I want to see what you can do!"

With her wrists locked behind her back, Andrea knelt on the floor and placed her mouth between Janet's legs. Having been a slave for many years, she knew how to please her Mistress. In no time, she had Janet moaning with pleasure.

Janet spurred her on with light taps from the riding crop on her shoulders, and Andrea ignored them to concentrate on her sex instead. Once Janet had climaxed, Janet locked her collar chain to the ringbolt set in the wall and turned out the lights.

Janet used her all night until they both were worn out, and she was satisfied when she finally fell asleep.

The next morning, Janet sat rock still as her sex was again shaven. She was worried that Andrea might nick or cut her, but nothing happened. Janet knew that if Andrea somehow damaged her, it would be Erica who Andrea would have to face. And Janet knew that Andrea did not want to incur Erica's wrath.

Part Two: Training's End

"Do you know what today is?" Erica demanded.

Janet sat in the library chair directly in front of Mistress Erica, frightened by the tone of Erica's voice, which had taken on a harsh character. She had been looking forward all week to seeing her Mistress again, and now she was scared by Erica's voice.

"No, Mistress," Janet answered.

"It is a year since you first came into my service, Janet. Surely a girl like you would have realized that?" questioned Erica.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Janet answered.

"Do you remember what I once said to you, a year ago?"

"No, Mistress," Janet answered.

"That at the conclusion of your training, I would use you harshly. Do you remember?"

"No, Mistress," Janet replied, shaken.

"This weekend will be your final test. You can back out now, if you wish. Do you understand that you are now truly my slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," Janet answered.

Suddenly, Janet realized, that no matter how harshly Erica said that she would use her, Janet didn't care. In the year since she had began to serve Erica, her sexual perceptions had changed. She longed to wear a collar, and be striped. To feel her sex used with a dildo, and clamps on her nipples. Janet's sex grew wet just thinking about it, and at work she dreamed of seeing her female co-workers, naked and under the lash. Erica was right, Janet had been transformed into being a slave.

"Will you make your final submission to me?" asked Erica.

"Yes, Mistress," Janet assented, "I'll do whatever you ask."

"Andrea!" Erica called.

"Yes, Mistress," answered Andrea when she opened the library doors.

"Get Janet prepared," ordered Erica, "in the cell, special preparations."

"Yes, Mistress," replied Andrea, "come with me, Janet."

When they were outside the library, Janet turned to Andrea.

"Aren't you going to take me to the bedroom first?" asked Janet.

"No," said Andrea, "and there will be a special punishment for your asking."

Janet was led downstairs to the Dungeon by Andrea, following behind by two steps. On the cell bed, neatly laid out, were the things that would again place her into slavery.

"Strip," ordered Andrea, "quickly."

Janet divested herself of her blouse, skirt, heels, and underwear, and soon stood naked in front of Andrea. She shivered, even though the Dungeon was quite warm. Andrea quickly took a collar, and locked it around Janet's neck. After that, her wrists and ankles soon were braceleted to match. Then Andrea took a wide belt, and locked that around Janet's waist. She then locked another belt to the first, upon which Janet could see a butt plug and dildo. Both of her holes would be filled!

Andrea got a jar of lubricant, opened it, and spread Janet's ass cheeks apart and pushed some of the stuff inside her. She coated the butt plug as well, then drew the belt upwards between Janet's legs. Andrea then pulled Janet's ass cheeks open, and gradually worked the butt plug inside her behind. Finally, after much effort, the wide portion passed inside her anal sphincter, and her muscles closed over the narrower tapered section. The dildo entered her already wet sex much easier, and Andrea then locked the second belt firmly to the front of the first.

Janet had stood in silence, her hands free as her orifices were violated by the rubber invaders. She swallowed, wondering what would happen next.

"Hands behind your back," ordered Andrea.

Janet did as she was told, and she heard a tiny lock click shut at her back. Both of her wrists were now locked to the belt. The slightest motion that she made pulled at the dildo and butt plug.

"Stand still."

A rubber phallus gag, with a breathing hole, was inserted into Janet's mouth and buckled shut. Finally, a leather blindfold completed Janet's helplessness. Then Janet felt her already erect nipples being teased even further, and clamps linked by a thin chain were finally attached.

"Mmmmmph!" cried Janet.

For her muffled protest, Janet was rewarded with several harsh strokes with a riding crop across her exposed thighs. The crop stung, it's effect multiplied by Janet's helpless bound state. Andrea then pulled her over to the wall, every step one of erotic agony with the things inside her, and lock her collar to something. Janet made a step, and found that she was locked by a chain to the wall.

She then heard the cell door close shut with a bang. She was alone!

In all of the times that she had been bound before, it had been impressed upon her that either Erica or Andrea would be close at hand, should anything happen. But here she was, totally bound, and alone! Janet shivered.

It didn't take long before the first orgasm hit, shaking her, reducing her to nothing as wave after wave of sexual climaxes coursed through her. Janet could not count the passage of time, and did not know how many minutes or hours elapsed as she remained bound by Andrea. Her lips and teeth surrounded the phallus gag, and it pushed against the roof of her mouth. She breathed carefully through the gag, making each breath count. Strangely enough, Andrea had not bound her feet into the usual high heels. Janet's feet were bare on the stone floor, nor was she hobbled.

Janet wondered what Erica's intentions were in having her bound this way. If it was meant to embarrass her, Janet felt no shame. Finally, after a year, all of the sexual conflicts within her had ceased. Nor was her change gradual or slow. Rather, Janet had instead looked forward to seeing Erica every weekend. Being naked and bound, feeling Erica's lash on her body. Merely the thought got Janet excited and aroused, making her desire her Mistress.

The door opened and Janet heard footsteps enter the cell. Janet moaned when she felt a hand cup one of her breasts and pull at the thin chain attached to the nipple clamps.

"Mmmmph," Janet moaned.

Her answer was another series of strokes, administered even more firmly than the first few, on the outside of her thighs. The thin riding crop left a vicious stripe, and Janet knew that it had been done hard enough to mark her.

"Silence," ordered Erica.

Janet stood in silence, and was surprised when Erica removed her leather blindfold, followed by the phallus gag. When it left her mouth, Janet took several deep breaths, her chest heaving.

"Thank you, Mistress Erica," gasped Janet.

"You're welcome, Janet."

Next to be removed were the clamps on her nipples, which burned when they were set free. Erica toyed with Janet's right nipple, and her slave stayed silent. Then Erica released the belt holding the dildo and butt plug inside Janet. The dildo slid out easily, coated with Janet's juices, which made the thing glisten in the light. Janet opened her legs, and Erica had to gradually pull out the butt plug in stages so as not to injure Janet's behind. Finally, it was totally removed, and Erica unlocked one belt from another.

Erica then removed the dildo from the belt, and displayed it for Janet.

"Taste yourself," ordered Erica.

Janet replied to Erica's offer by opening her mouth, and Erica held the dildo as Janet tongue and lips began to work on the phallus. Janet tasted her own secretions, just as she had of other's and her own since she had entered Erica's service.

"Thank you, Mistress," said Janet when the dildo had been removed.

"You're welcome, Janet. I'm going to release you now, so that you can use the bathroom to clean yourself up. Then I'm going to use you, harshly. Do you understand?" asked Erica.

"Yes, Mistress."

In the Dungeon there was a small bathroom, composed of a mirror,sink, toilet, medicine cabinet, and towel rack. Janet cleaned out her behind with toilet paper and petroleum jelly, then used a douche and scented towelettes for her sex. She washed her face, and stared at herself in the mirror, naked, her wrists and neck in leather. She replaced the towel on the rack, then walked outside, to where Erica was waiting.

Erica was wearing just a simple white linen blouse, leather skirt, and modest heels. But it had the same effect as if she was wearing a black leather Catsuit, in full Domme regalia.

"Are you ready?" asked Erica.

"Yes, Mistress, I'll do whatever you ask," Janet answered.

"The X-frame," ordered Erica.

Erica soon secured Janet to the X-frame, her wrists and ankles bound to the heavy wood with thick leather straps. The belt around Janet's waist was secured also with metal chains, making her immobile against the device.

The instrument of choice was a riding crop, a thin one that Janet knew would hurt her the most. Erica bent it between her two hands to display it's stiffness.

"Are you ready?" demanded Erica.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Do I have your permission to use you in any way I choose?" Erica softly asked.

"Yes, Mistress."

Erica began to use the crop slowly, almost gently. Each stroke was delivered carefully, never striking the same place twice. But gradually, Erica increased the severity of her strokes, marking Janet with each one. Erica glanced at Janet after every series was completed, and saw tears form at Janet's eyes.

The Mistress continued with only brief pauses, without remorse, as she used Janet. Her slave's skin soon was colored a dun red from the abuse that it took. Erica then used the crop between Janet's thighs, making her moan and pull at her bonds.

"Had enough, Janet?" asked Erica.

"No, Mistress," Janet tearfully answered.

Janet had never been used either so harshly or so long before by Erica. True to her word, her Mistress was now using her just like she said she would. Her skin and sex were on fire, and Erica continued to use her once more!

The word "Mercy" caught in Janet's throat. It was now or never, Janet realized. Erica would continue to crop her until she passed out, or worse, or use her in some other manner. Her flesh could take no more.

"Mistress," Janet cried, "mercy, please," as tears ran down her cheeks.

Erica stopped as quickly as she had started. She looked at her crying slave, and beat the crop against her own thigh.

"Very good, Janet, very good. Andrea!" Erica called.

Andrea must have been waiting outside, because she walked into the Dungeon almost immediately after Erica's summoning her.

"Release Janet, get her cleaned up and tend to her skin, then chain her in my bedroom," ordered Erica, steel in her voice.

"Yes, Mistress."

Janet felt enormously relieved when she was let down, bathed (her skin and hair was covered in sweat) and she was allowed to rest. She didn't ask Andrea anything, nor did Andrea offer her any comfort either. All of Janet exposed flesh had been cropped. From her sensitive underarms to her exposed sex, and the outside of her thighs and legs. Finally, she was chained at the foot of Erica's bed.

Her skin, though heavily used, was not quite as damaged as Janet thought it had been. She hurt, but not as bad as some other times. Why then, had she called mercy? What was different about tonight's use? Was it the fierce look in Erica's eyes, and the feeling that Erica would somehow not stop?

Erica entered her bedroom, wearing a short terry robe and slippers. Her long back hair was brushed back, and she had just bathed. She walked over to Janet. who was kneeling on the floor, and unlocked her collar chair. Janet expected that she would be ordered between Erica's legs.

Instead, her Mistress then selected a hairbrush and ordered Janet over her knees. Janet was then beaten casually on her behind with the brush until her behind was bright red.

"Now you're ready," said Erica.

Erica removed her robe and slippers, and lay back, naked on the thin summer quilt. She was the most attractive and beautiful woman that Janet had ever seen, and she longed with desire for her Mistress.

"Satisfy me, Janet," ordered Erica as she opened her legs, "or else you will be further used."

Janet crawled on the bed, and got between Erica's legs. Dutifully, she proceeded to service Erica, giving her Mistress one orgasm after another. On the night table was a riding crop and the hairbrush, but Erica found no use for either. Janet satisfied her Mistress until they both were exhausted, and Janet was surprised that her collar wasn't chained to wall.

"Do you love me?" asked Erica.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Go to sleep, Janet. You have done well tonight, both in the Dungeon and my bed."

"Thank you, Mistress," answered Janet.

They both soon fell asleep, and Janet noted the smile on Erica's lips. During the night, Janet had awakened and looked at Erica again. Erica's face looked troubled, tormented in her sleep. What, Janet wondered, was bothering her Mistress so?

The next day, Janet was bathed, fed, and worked with Andrea, naked, just as she had done on her first day with Erica, one year before. Except that she was alone in slavery, without her companion, Tiffany.

Janet tried hard to make no mistakes, and even so, Andrea still found a reason to take the crop and use her in the library. After serving Erica dinner, she ate in the kitchen alone, then was chained in the downstairs bedroom to wait for events later that evening.

Finally, Andrea took her without ceremony down to the Dungeon. Her arms were secured to a chain from the ceiling, and her legs were opened by a spreader bar. She was completely vulnerable to the whip. She was then raised so that her feet were just touching the floor.

She wasn't gagged or blindfolded, just left to hang there, alone. The sound of the door slamming shut was like the crack of doom in the Dungeon. Janet had never felt so alone, or so scared, in the time that she had been serving Erica.

After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened to admit both Erica and Andrea. Erica wore a black PVC bodysuit and boots with modest heels, and Andrea was wearing a short leather dress.

"Janet," began Erica as she stood in front of Janet, "do you accept whatever discipline that I am about to administer?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Even if I shall draw blood?"

Janet looked at her beloved Mistress Erica, unable to believe what she was now hearing from her. All of her training, everything that she had learned. From being a slave to holding the whip herself, Janet had acquired the knowledge of what a Domme's conduct should be.

"No!" cried Janet summoning her courage, "no, Mistress! You've never treated me, or any other slave this way before in my presence. Even when I was loaned to Mistress Stephanie she never treated me this way. No!"

Janet was not sure what would happen next. Would Erica now beat her without mercy? There was dead silence in the Dungeon.

"Andrea, release Janet and conduct her to the library in ten minutes. I shall see her there," ordered Erica.

"Mistress? Are you throwing me out?" begged Janet.

"Ten minutes, Andrea. And give her something to wear."

"Yes, Mistress."

Janet watched in silence as Erica departed the Dungeon.

"Did I give the wrong answer?" Janet asked Andrea as she was being released.

"No, Janet. You gave the right one," said Andrea.

Janet was released, given a robe and a pair of slippers, and conducted into the library. Erica was seated behind the desk.

"Come in Janet," welcomed Erica, "and close the door behind you."

"Yes, Mistress," replied Janet as she did as Erica had ordered.

"You've done very well, Janet. You went to the brink, and then you refused me."

"Mistress? I don't understand," said Janet, confused by what Erica had said.

"Janet, it's not my place as a Domme to beat you until you bleed, or maim, or worse. I had to see if you had understood all of your training, if you would finally refuse me. You did not fail, Janet. You passed."

Janet remained speechless, not knowing how to respond.

"I didn't gag you, Janet. Feel free to respond," said Erica, a smile on her face.

"I don't understand, Mistress Erica," repeated Janet.

"As a Domme, I have great power. But with that power comes great responsibility also. You have learned that being on both ends of the whip. You must always remember that Janet, for that is what I have taught you."

"Yes, Mistress," Janet answered

That night, Janet slept in a bedroom, alone. Though she still wore her collar and bracelets, she wasn't chained, leaving her free. After tossing and turning, she finally walked, naked to Erica's bedroom, and knocked on the door.

"Enter," said Erica within.

Janet opened the door, and found Erica sitting up in bed, reading a book.

"Yes, Janet?"

"Mistress, may I spend the night?" Janet asked.

"Yes, Janet," said Erica, "but don't plan on getting any sleep."

Janet jumped into bed, and soon was making love to her Mistress. She buried her face between Erica legs, and her tongue passed between Erica's pussy lips. Janet made certain to excite and pleasure her Mistress, her attentions centering on Erica's clit. She made sure to give her Mistress one orgasm after another. Erica moaned under Janet's attentions. Unlike the previous night, this was enjoyable and satisfying. Erica seemed changed, and happy.

Then Erica ordered Janet onto her back, and unlike the previous night, Janet received pleasure from her Mistress. Janet loved how Erica sucked and tongued her sex, driving her to one climax, then another. But when Erica finally attended to her love bud, Janet moaned and bucked in response.

"Thank you, Mistress," said Janet when they were both finally exhausted.

"You're welcome, Janet."

"I love you, Mistress Erica," said Janet.

"Go to sleep, Janet," Erica ordered, "there will be many more times you will serve me."

Janet dropped off to an exhausted sleep. During the night, she awoke. Looking at her Mistress in the darkness, she saw that Erica was tossing and turning. Erica seemed to be deeply troubled in sleep, the names of Janet and Tiffany escaping her lips.

It wasn't until two nights later, when Janet was alone at home in her bed that she had the sudden premonition that she would never see Mistress Erica again, and she stared at the ceiling until far into the night.

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