The Challenge
Chapter 07: Invasive Procedures
July 17, 1998
When the limousine arrived to bring Cheryl to Janet's Estate, it was
Mistress Janet herself who opened the front door. Cheryl had been picked
up as normal, and driven to the Estate like any other week.
"Please come in, Cheryl," welcomed Janet.
"Mistress?" asked Cheryl, puzzled that Tina had not been the one to greet
her.
"Enter."
Cheryl did as she was told, and Janet closed the door behind her. Janet
looked over her slave very carefully. It had been just one week since she
had disobeyed Janet, and Cheryl had been severely punished.
The weather was in the 80s, and it had not rained. Cheryl did not have a
coat of any kind this week.
"Please come into the library," ordered Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
Cheryl followed behind Janet, and Janet seated herself behind the library
desk. She remained standing, not sure if she should sit in the chair, or
ordered to kneel.
"You may use a chair, Cheryl, you're not naked yet," ordered Janet.
"Thank you, Mistress," said Cheryl as she seated herself.
Janet looked Cheryl over very carefully. Her slave was wearing an Ann
Taylor dress, matching hose, and Nine West Shoes. She had gone to the
beauty parlor, and not a hair was out of place. She exuded a trace of
Poison, yes that was the perfume that she was wearing. Cheryl looked every
bit like a model, and played that image of her to the hilt.
In contrast, Janet was wearing just a plain denim dress and a pair of
flats on her feet. Those fetish shoes had begun to hurt lately, and Janet
knew that she had to watch carefully just how often she would wear them.
"How do you feel about your training so far?" began Janet.
"I like it, Mistress."
"Have you found what you came here for?"
"Yes, Mistress," Cheryl answered.
"Being naked, bound, and whipped excites you?" Janet demanded.
"Yes, Mistress Janet."
"No complaints about how I used you last weekend?"
"No, Mistress, I was wrong to defy you."
Janet paused, because she knew that her next words would have a shocking
effect on her charge.
"When you first came to me, I described to you how you would be used. Do
you remember what I said?" Janet asked.
"That I would be beaten with a whip, crop, or even your hands, Mistress."
"Anything else?"
"No, Mistress," proudly answered Cheryl.
"Then you have forgotten the part about how I will use your whole body."
"Mistress?"
"Before you forced yourself upon me, what were your sexual experiences?"
"Just normal male female sex, Mistress," stated Cheryl, a blush on her
cheeks.
"Judging by your reactions when Tina and I took you to bed, I'll accept
that as fact. Or else you are a very good actress. Did you ever give a
man a blowjob, or take his cock up your ass?" calmly asked Janet.
"No, Mistress," quickly answered Cheryl, her calm demeanor shaken by the
bluntness of Janet's intimate questions.
"The first day that you were here, I told you that I was going to train
your entire body. That meant not only placing you under the lash, but
using all of your orifices as well. I said that I would make you wear a
dildo in your cunt, and train you to accept a butt plug. Do you remember?"
"Yes………yes, Mistress," realization dawning in Cheryl's face at the meaning
in Janet's words.
"Good. I was planning to begin that last Saturday, but Mistress Lori
intervened."
Cheryl remained silent and shaken, her face red and flushed.
"I now give you the option again Cheryl to back out, as your training will
now become very hard indeed. Do you want to leave?"
Janet asked.
"No, Mistress."
"Good. Since Tina is off this weekend, I want you to go the downstairs
bedroom where you will find your collar, bracelets, and heels. You will
voluntarily outfit yourself in the instruments of slavery. Then you may
return here," directed Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," hesitantly answered Cheryl.
"One last thing before you go."
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Don't wear Poison again, the connotation is rather obvious. You are
ordered to wear something feminine like White Linen, else you will be
severely punished. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Go!" firmly commanded Janet, "and when you return you had better be
properly outfitted."
"Yes, Mistress," quickly answered Cheryl as she rose to leave.
* * * * *
When she returned to the library fifteen minutes later, Cheryl was naked,
wearing only her collar, bracelets, and high heels. Janet smiled when she
saw Cheryl, since the woman was a natural blonde.
"Do not kneel," ordered Janet.
Cheryl stood silently on her feet, awaiting Janet's next command. Janet
rose from the desk, and walked towards Cheryl. She played with Cheryl's
nipples, squeezing them between her fingers.
"Do you enjoy it when I take you to bed and fuck you with the strap on
dildo?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good. Since you have already been introduced to the phallus in my
bedroom, you will not need as much training with it. But still, tonight,
you shall wear one."
Janet walked back towards her desk, and opened the lower right hand
drawer. She removed a broad leather belt, and a smaller one that already
had a flesh colored and shaped phallus attached.
Cheryl gasped when she saw the device; her eyes wide open in shock.
"Stand still, Cheryl," Janet ordered.
Janet drew the wide belt around Cheryl's waist, and tightened it until it
was snug. Then she attached the smaller belt to the front of Cheryl's
waist, and pushed the phallus upward between Cheryl's legs.
"Oooooh!" gasped Cheryl as the phallus filled her sex.
At Cheryl's back, Janet tightened the second belt, then finally secured it
with four tiny locks around Cheryl's waist. She pulled at the belt to make
sure that it was truly snug, and that Cheryl couldn't remove it.
"Walk," Janet dictated.
Cheryl took a few halting steps on her heels before she moaned, and she
climaxed to orgasm quickly. She stood, panting in her erotic agony.
"I see that my training has taught you to be in a state of sexual
excitement at all times," stated Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good. I now want you to wash the dishes in the sink in the kitchen, then
clean the Dungeon downstairs. Since Tina has already trained you in that
task, you know what to do. I used another slave there last night, and Tina
wasn't available, so that task falls to you also. Go!"
"Mistress, not with this thing inside me!" protested Cheryl.
"Are you backing out?" demanded Janet harshly, "refusing my orders?"
"No, Mistress."
"You have forced yourself upon me, and demanded to be trained like any
other slave. I shall do nothing unusual with you, or different. But you
either accept my training, and all it's consequences, or leave," lectured
Janet.
"Yes, Mistress, I will accept my training."
"Good, your chores await you. Just remember, you have one other opening I
shall use tomorrow," coldly answered Janet.
Janet looked at Cheryl's face as the woman left the library, a look of
shock and horror on her face at Janet's last statement. If the full impact
of her slavery had not been made clear last week, then the dildo locked
inside her made it clear once again to Cheryl.
* * * * *
"Mistress?"
"Yes, Cheryl."
"The dishes are washed and the Dungeon has been cleaned, Mistress Janet."
Janet looked up from her desk, and glanced at her watch. She had been so
engrossed in her work that she had not seen that an hour and a half had
passed. Cheryl had arrived at nine, and after she had been readied, had
worked till eleven.
The woman who had been the model of composure before was now quite
different. Beads of sweat were visible on her flesh, and her makeup was
smeared. Her hair was still held in place by the spray, but a few stands
had worked themselves loose.
"Excellent, I shall inspect both," said Janet rising from the desk.
With Cheryl dutifully following along behind her, Janet first checked the
kitchen. The dishes (Janet had made certain not to wash any for two days)
had all been washed, dried, and stored in the cabinets. Then she walked to
the Dungeon elevator, and they both rode downstairs.
Cheryl had cleaned everything, including the leather bench, X frame,
dusted the stocks, and oiled the whips. Janet glanced in Cheryl's
direction, and she saw the look of desperation in her eyes.
Janet knew that Cheryl was desperately hoping that the job that she had
done was good enough to escape a punishment of some sort, and that she
would be free of the thing inside her. Every few steps must have been a
new form of agony for her, driving her to orgasm, then repeating the
ordeal.
"Very good Cheryl," Janet complimented her slave.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Do you wish to be released from the phallus?"
"Yes, Mistress, please!" begged Cheryl.
"What if I were to tell you that you had to wear it all day. How would
you react?" asked Janet.
"I would wear it, Mistress."
"Good. Come upstairs," Janet ordered.
Janet led, and Cheryl followed behind her. Much to Cheryl's surprise,
Janet shut the Dungeon lights behind her. They rode the elevator upstairs,
then Janet closed the door and the hidden wall paneling that concealed it.
Janet retrieved the key from the library, and closed all of the downstairs
lights as well.
"Ascend the staircase, Cheryl, I'll be right behind you," Janet ordered.
It must have been sheer agony for Cheryl as she walked up every step, with
the dildo frictioning itself against her sex with every step that she took.
Cheryl waited for Janet at the top of the stairs, then followed behind her
Mistress to the bedroom.
Janet glanced at the clock, and saw that it was already midnight. She
looked at Cheryl, and decided that it was time to release her slave for
tonight.
"Stand still," Janet ordered.
"Yes, Mistress, ohhh!" moaned Cheryl as Janet unlocked the cross belt and
removed the dildo from her dripping sex.
"Feel better?" Janet asked as she removed the waist belt from around
Cheryl's hips.
"Thank you, Mistress," sighed Cheryl in relief.
Janet then took another key, and unlocked Cheryl's heels, collar, and
bracelets, leaving her without any of the instruments of her slavery.
"You may now clean the phallus," ordered Janet as she handed the belts to
Cheryl, "belts, and yourself, because you stink of sweat, in the other
bathroom."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Then report back here," ordered Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet had finished her shower and had dried her hair first before Cheryl
had rejoined her. She enjoyed being nude, since none of her fetish attire
breathed like normal fabrics. Janet had started to leaf through a
magazine, waiting for Cheryl to rejoin her.
"Mistress?" said Cheryl as she knocked on the door.
"Enter."
Cheryl presented Janet the phallus harness by kneeling on the floor and
holding it in front of her in both her hands. The dildo was clean of her
juices, the leather cleaned and polished.
"Stand!"
Janet ran her fingertips over Cheryl's skin, and found that she had indeed
showered. Cheryl's sex was clean of her juices as well.
"Replace your collar and bracelets," Janet ordered.
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet watched as Cheryl obeyed her orders, locking the leather and steel
on herself. Cheryl seemed to hesitate, somehow.
"Are you ready to serve your Mistress?"
"Yes, Mistress Janet."
"Hands behind your back then," Janet ordered.
The look on Cheryl's eyes was one of sheer amazement as Janet first locked
her hands behind her back, then seated her on the floor. Janet then locked
a chain from the bedpost to Cheryl's collar, and placed a small pillow on
the floor.
"You may lay down, and stretch out on the floor for the night, chained at
the bed of your Mistress this evening. If you make a sound, you shall wear
a ballgag all night. Do you understand?"
Janet shut the lights, and got under the single sheet nude. She didn't
have to be a mindreader to know that either Cheryl desired to join her in
bed, or resented her treatment. But that was just a part of the slavery
that she had chosen. Janet soon drifted off to sleep, remembering when
Erica had chained her in the exact same place.
* * * * *
Saturday July 18, 1998
The next day opened with a crash of thunder. An early morning
thunderstorm passed through Connecticut, awakening both Janet and Cheryl.
Janet opened her eyes just in time to see a lightning bolt touch down
nearby and the sound of thunder shook the house a few seconds later. A
powerful gust of wind blew in the open window, making the curtains billow
in response. Before Janet even got out of bed, a powerful wall of water
descended some entering through the window screen.
"Damn!" Janet exclaimed.
Jumping out of bed nude, she closed the windows in her bedroom, then raced
through the entire house closing on window after another. It was only
after shutting the library windows downstairs did Janet realize that she
had left Cheryl chained in her bedroom.
She then raced back upstairs, to find Cheryl sitting up on her bottom.
"Good morning, Cheryl."
"Good morning, Mistress," greeted Cheryl in response as Janet unlocked her
collar and wrists.
"You may attend to your toilet, then cook breakfast in the kitchen. Tina
has provided a list for you on the refrigerator of meals that you are
expected to prepare this weekend. I shall be waiting in the Dining Room."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl as she took her exit.
As part of her training, Cheryl had been taught how to bathe and prepare
herself. Tina had shown her how to shave her legs and underarms so that no
hair remained, and that her skin would be smooth at all times. In
addition, to rouge her aureole and perfume herself as well.
Janet went to the bathroom, and realized that she had overlooked something
else with Cheryl. She had forgotten to order Cheryl to leave the bathroom
door open when she performed her toilet. That would be another small, but
important part of her personal dignity that Janet would take away from her.
The thunderstorm that had begun the day would continue all day, so Janet
and Cheryl would remain in the house. Janet wore a white cotton top, no
bra, and jeans and white sneakers. Since Cheryl was still busy in the
kitchen, Janet put on her raincoat and grabbed an umbrella, then walked
down the driveway to retrieve the paper.
The mailbox was in a hole in the concrete wall, and she paid the papergirl
extra to place the Times inside instead of just throwing it on the exterior
lawn. Janet opened the box, and found that the Times and local Connecticut
papers were already here. Good!
Janet walked back to the house, just before another storm hit. She folded
the umbrella in the foyer, then hung her raincoat in the laundry room to
dry.
"Breakfast is ready, Mistress," announced Cheryl.
"Thank you," said Janet as she assumed her place at the head of the Dining
Room table.
As she was being served her cheese omelet, Janet realized that it wasn't
going to take Stephanie long to figure out that something was going on. It
was quite common for them to share breakfast or lunch together, to compare
notes on how training on new slaves was progressing.
Sooner or later, Stephanie was going to become suspicious. When that
finally happened, trouble was sure to begin. Except that trouble had
already started, in the person of Cheryl Branford.
"You may clean the table," ordered Janet when she had finished, "but I
only want you to eat a light breakfast this morning."
"Mistress?"
"Some juice, coffee, and a couple slices of toast. I don't want you to
have a lot of food in your stomach," ordered Janet.
"Mistress?" repeated Cheryl, a look of astonishment on her face.
"That was an order Cheryl, do not disobey. When you are finished, you may
join me in the library," ordered Janet, "where your training shall
continue."
Janet rose from her chair, and she hoped that Cheryl remembered what had
been said to her the previous night. Cheryl watched her Mistress leave the
Dining Room in silence.
After working for an hour in the library, Janet was interrupted by a knock
on the library door. She had been so engrossed in her work, that she had
forgotten the passage of time.
"Enter."
Cheryl opened the door, then closed it behind her, and walked in front of
Janet's desk, where she dropped to her knees, then placed her hands on her
kneecaps.
"Breakfast is finished, Mistress Janet."
"Good, we may now proceed," said Janet as she closed the manila file
folders and reports that she was working on, saved her work on the PC, and
could now concentrate on Cheryl.
Cheryl remained on the floor, silent, awaiting Janet's next orders.
"Yesterday, you told me that you had never given a man a blowjob, or
sucked a cock. Is that correct?"
"Yes, Mistress," quickly answered Cheryl, embarrassed at Janet's direct
question.
"I train both male and female slaves for Masters and Mistresses, but I
prefer to train women since they are more interesting. Since you have come
to me to be trained, I have decided that you shall be trained to serve both
a Master and a Mistress. Since you have already learned how to service a
woman, it's time you learned how to service a man."
"Mistress?"
From the desk drawer, Janet removed a lifelike latex cock with attached
balls. It was a moderate sized one, not one of those silly monstrosities
in display in the sex shops. It was the size of one that average man would
have, perfect for training.
"You're now going to learn how to suck cock, Cheryl. An important skill
that may one day delight a Master, or a husband. If you resist learning,
then you have another opening that I can use."
Janet had terrified Cheryl the previous night into believing that it would
be her bottom that was going to be used. Instead, she had surprised Cheryl
by insisting on training her in cocksucking. Janet did not have spell out
to Cheryl what else she could do this morning.
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet rose from the desk, walked the few steps to Cheryl, and handed the
cock to her. Cheryl took the object in her hands, holding it like a live
object.
"Since you're a mature woman, I presume that you've probably seen at least
one sex film in your life showing a woman sucking cock. It's not something
from outer space, Cheryl. You may begin," Janet ordered.
Cheryl's cheeks blushed red as she drew the cock towards her mouth, then
opened her lips and began to suck on the rubber cock. She opened her
mouth, and took the head of the cock inside, past her lips and teeth.
Janet watched with wry amusement as Cheryl sucked gently on the cock,
taking it deeper inside her mouth. She knew that Cheryl was acutely
embarrassed by having to perform this in front of another woman.
The only sounds in the library were those of Cheryl sucking on the cock,
and the distant peals of thunder outside. Janet had wanted to play Wagner
on the stereo, but didn't want to embarrass Cheryl any further.
After what seemed like a good session (Cheryl had taken only half the
length of the cock into her mouth, but she hadn't gagged) Janet motioned
for her to stop.
"Very good, Cheryl," Janet complimented, "you may stop. If you had been
doing a man, I'm sure that he would have came in your mouth by now."
"Thank you, Mistress," breathed Cheryl in relief.
"But of course you will be expected to take the cock fully down your
throat after you've been fully trained. You may take the cock with you,
and practice in between your chores today."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl in embarrassment.
"Stand up, please."
Cheryl did as she was instructed, and Janet removed the same harness from
the desk that Cheryl had worn the previous night.
"Please, no, Mistress!" gasped Cheryl, "not again."
"Silence!" Janet ordered, "it is not for you to decide what I use upon
you."
Janet then removed the rubber phallus from the cross strap, and motioned
for Cheryl to stand. She then locked the belt around Cheryl's waist, then
the crotch strap and the four little locks that held it.
"I can't have you being driven mad by the cock, since you might succomeb
to the temptation to place it within your sex. So without the phallus, it
can serve as a Chastity belt instead."
"Yes, Mistress."
"In the event that you have to go the toilet, find me and I shall release
you, then lock you back into the harness afterwards."
"Yes, Mistress."
"One last order, Cheryl. Don't stimulate yourself by playing with your
nipples. I have a very nice latex bra that has inward facing warts for
your aureole that will drive you crazy. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Janet."
"Good, Tina has left you a list of chores to do, you may proceed."
"Thank you, Mistress," said Cheryl when she departed.
Janet decided that she would inform Cheryl about the leaving the bathroom
door open the first time that she had to perform her toilet. Cheryl had
closed the library door, and Janet was left alone.
It was ten thirty, and lunch was not until one. Somehow, Janet didn't
want to work anymore, but loaf. She resumed her seat, then pondered what
to do next. She had considered calling Stephanie to ask her to look at
Erica's Medical Records, then stopped herself. Suppose there was something
there that Erica had not wanted her friend to know?
One of her other slaves, Gwendolwn, was a nurse at a local hospital. She
would ask her to look over Erica's records one day, to decipher the
doctor's mad scrawl.
Janet had read the first three volumes of Alana's Diary, from 1980 to
1983. Every page had held her spellbound, as if Erica was here beside her.
She only read the diary late at night, alone, when Tina was asleep or
busy. She had never told her companion what had been in the safe, and had
stayed silent.
Alana Peters had been born to wealth and power, yet had turned her back on
it after a car accident had nearly claimed her life. She had changed her
face and name, and lived as a working class person in order to pursue her
desire to serve a Master. Only to find that her true destiny was as a
Dominatrix.
Just when Janet herself had become accustomed to the idea that she loved
being Erica's slave, and wanted to serve her in the Dungeon and her bed,
Erica had unleashed the competition upon her and Tiffany.
'Damn you Erica,' Janet thought to herself, 'I wanted to be your slave in
all things. I had never experienced true love or wanting until I wore your
collar, chains, and marks. Instead of training me as a slave, you trained
me to replace you.'
A lightning bolt that struck outside made the lights dim in response
interrupted Janet's thoughts.
'Bravo, Erica,' Janet thought, 'you always had a flair for the dramatic.'
It was of course just a figment of her imagination to believe that her
Mistress had arranged the lightning bolt at that moment. But it was still
a nice idea!
* * * * *
Janet had been writing her household checks when Cheryl knocked again on
the library door.
"Enter."
"Mistress, may I go to the bathroom?" asked Cheryl.
"Yes, Cheryl, of course," replied Janet as she rose from her chair.
"Thank you, Mistress."
Having control over a simple bodily function like going to the bathroom
was just one more way that Janet exercised her mastery over Cheryl. One
more decision that Cheryl had been able to make on her own had been taken
away from her.
Janet took Cheryl to the bedroom downstairs, and when they stood there
together, she unlocked the four small locks and removed the crotch strap.
Janet placed the strap on the dresser, and sat on the bed.
"Go," directed Janet, "but leave the door open."
"Mistress?" a look of shock was on Cheryl's face.
"If you can't use the toilet, then I'll give you a bedpan instead and you
can do it on the floor. This is another part of your modesty that I take
away Cheryl."
"Mistress?"
"Go!"
Meekly, Cheryl sat on the toilet. Her bodily needs must have been great,
since it wasn't too long before she peed and moved her bowels. Red faced,
she found Janet watching her the whole time from the doorway.
When she had finished her toilet, Cheryl cleaned her bottom with toilet
paper and a gob of Vaseline, since Janet had insisted that she keep her
anus clean. The she cleaned her bottom and sex with a scented towelette, a
box of which was in every bathroom in the house.
"Very good, Cheryl," complimented Janet, "at least I won't have to order
you to use a bedpan."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Have you sucked on the cock?" Janet asked.
"Yes, Mistress."
"You can demonstrate after lunch, Cheryl."
"Thank you, Mistress Janet."
Janet locked the Chastity belt back onto Cheryl's belt, turned on her
heels and left Cheryl alone. Glancing at her watch, she found that lunch
was an hour away.
Lunch, she already knew, was just salad, roast beef sandwiches, and cake.
Dinner would be a baked flounder, which would require some preparation.
Cheryl had demonstrated in the last month that she knew how to cook. Janet
resolved to ask her if Cheryl had gone to cooking school. If Cheryl didn't
answer, then she had other ways to extract an answer from her slave.
Lunch itself was totally uneventful, and Janet ate quickly. She drank two
cans of soda during the meal, and then ate her cake quickly. Cheryl
cleared the dishes away, and Janet adjourned to the library to wait for
her.
Janet waited behind the desk, reading a magazine that Stephanie had sent
her. It was a Ponygirl magazine, and Janet wondered if it was worth the
expense to purchase an outfit that like for her slaves. Once, on vacation
upstate, she had gone to a farm run by a husband and wife team. Janet had
allowed herself to be outfitted and used as a Ponygirl for three days, and
had found the experience interesting, to say the least!
"Mistress," greeted Cheryl when she entered the library.
"Enter," said Janet.
"I am ready to show you my progress," stated Cheryl.
"Go ahead."
Janet watched dispassionately as Cheryl sucked on the rubber phallus,
taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth. Judging from the length, Janet
knew that the cock was far into her throat, the head scraping the back of
her throat.
"Excellent, Cheryl," Janet complimented.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"You have done very well on your own, in a rather short time. I have a
little test for you."
Janet rose from her chair, and knew that Cheryl would still be here
kneeling when she returned. She unlocked a drawer in the kitchen, and
removed another phallus. Except that this one had a small bulb inside each
rubber testicle that Janet filled with warm water.
"Try this one," ordered Janet when she returned.
Cheryl again took the second phallus into her mouth, her cheeks puckering
as she sucked on the rubber cock. Janet held onto the phallus with her
right hand, and didn't even have to push it into Cheryl's mouth.
When Janet was satisfied that the head was scraping the back of Cheryl's
mouth, she pressed lightly on one of the rubber testicles, shooting a jet
of warm water into Cheryl's throat. Janet expected that Cheryl would choke
or gag, but instead she watched as Cheryl's throat muscles worked and she
swallowed the warm water.
Janet pressed again, then emptied the first testicle, and Cheryl repeated
her performance once more. Cheryl knelt, with the cock still in her mouth.
Finally, Janet pressed the other testicle, emptying the second in one
shot. Cheryl swallowed, and didn't gasp for air. Janet released her hold
on the phallus.
"You may remove the phallus, Cheryl."
"Yes, Mistress," Cheryl answered when her mouth was free of the rubber
cock.
"Very good, Cheryl."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Perhaps I'll call a Master friend of mine and you can demonstrate your
skill on him," suggested Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
It was early afternoon, and Janet was suddenly at a loss. She had
expected that Cheryl would fail at cocksucking. Instead, she had succeeded
in less than a day. Now what?
"You may prepare dinner," Janet ordered.
It wasn't after Cheryl had departed that Janet realized that she had left
the chastity belt locked on Cheryl's waist. Janet decided that she would
unlock the belt, when her cell phone buzzed in her purse.
"Janet?"
"Yes, Lori, how are you?" asked Janet.
"I'm fine, but that's not why I'm calling."
"Go ahead."
"Remember last week that I told you that I'd seen Cheryl before?"
"Sure."
"Now I remember where. I was in Los Angeles last year, on vacation. My
girlfriend and I went into a few sex shops in LA for a few laughs. Cheryl
was in one, buying every book that they had on D/s."
"Do you remember what she was saying to the clerks?"
"No, I was too far away."
"She was researching D/s?" asked Janet.
"Either that, or starting a library."
"Thanks Lori, I owe you one."
"Who's counting, and I still want to use Cheryl."
"You'll have her."
"Bye," said Lori as the connection was cut.
Janet sat in her chair, terrified. Lori had been right last week in
saying that Cheryl was dangerous.
From the first moment that Cheryl had appeared in Janet's life, Janet
thought that every action that she had taken was premeditated. Now Janet
had the confirmation that she needed. Trouble was, it still didn't answer
the question of why Cheryl was here!
Janet wished that she could grab her riding crop, march into the kitchen,
and beat Cheryl until she was left sobbing on the floor and confessing her
reasons for being here.
"I'm not Lauren!" Janet said aloud to herself.
Janet began to wonder if Cheryl's appearance and demands weren't some evil
plot that Lauren had devised to trouble her. Every now and then, she and
Lauren crossed paths, and Janet had ignored her.
The image of Cheryl preparing dinner, wearing the apron and chastity belt
came into her mind. Cheryl had bought books and researched D/s; maybe even
had gone under the lash of another Mistress. She knew more than she was
letting on.
Janet had toyed with the idea of using Cheryl in the library for a little
session, and now rejected it. Any use of her now might lead to Janet
beating Cheryl harshly.
'Erica gave me her house, estate, and title of Mistress because I
understood the responsibilities of being a Dominatrix,' thought Janet, 'and
I won't start acting wrong now.'
A baked flounder was on the menu for dinner. Cheryl would be having a
butt plug for dessert.
* * * * *
Dinner had proven to be uneventful. Cheryl had baked a flounder as per
Tina's instruction, except that she had used the Indian spices that Tina
had recently purchased, and made a rice curry to accompany the meal. The
fish was spicy, but not hot or burning, and quite good.
Cheryl had made a determined effort to please her Mistress, Janet noted.
She had served naked, though she still wore the chastity belt around her
hips.
Was it just Janet's imagination, or did she perceive that the belt made
Cheryl look and act sexier? Cheryl carried herself proudly, holding her
body straight, her shoulders straight and her breasts flaring in response.
Cheryl had served the dinner, then stood in silence to pour wine as Janet
ate. In this position, Janet hated eating alone. She missed conversation,
and discourse with another person.
It was only after the meal that Cheryl asked to be released from the belt,
before she sat down to eat by herself.
"Did you like wearing the belt?" Janet asked.
"Yes, Mistress Janet."
"How did it make you feel?"
"The leather against my hips gave me an additional reminder of my slavery,
Mistress."
"Perhaps I should make you wear it again," Janet suggested.
"As my Mistress desires," offered Cheryl.
"After you have cleaned up and eaten, you may come to see me in the
library," ordered Janet, "where your training shall proceed."
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet watched the rain pound the library windows. Normally a rainstorm
this time of year meant a fast moving thunderstorm. Instead, this storm
was composed of one layer after another, soaking Connecticut repeatedly.
Tired, Janet yawned and decided that she would take a short nap. She
programmed the clock radio, and settled down into the leather couch for a
short 30-minute catnap. She lay down, kicked off her shoes, and settled
down for a nice little sleep, her eyes quickly closing as sleep overcame
her.
When Janet awoke, she was startled to find Cheryl kneeling on the carpet,
her arms behind her body, in one of the submissive postures that she had
been taught.
"Cheryl, what are you doing here?" Janet asked.
"You had fallen asleep, Mistress and I was waiting for you to awaken."
Janet looked at the clock, and found that over an hour had passed. Had
she misprogrammed the clock, or had Cheryl shut the alarm off?
"Thank you, Cheryl, I guess that I was more tired than I thought," said
Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
"I want to freshen up, and then we shall proceed."
Janet walked to the bathroom, and slashed warm water on her face to wake
herself up. She soaped her hands, and washed her face as well.
She then drank two glasses of water, and pondered her next move. Glancing
at her watch, it was after 9 PM. Plenty of time to introduce Cheryl to her
next ordeal.
Janet had expected that Cheryl would have trouble with the cock. She
hoped that she would have gagged, needing weeks of training. Instead, she
had proved to be a natural, or else had been trained before.
'You're getting paranoid,' Janet said to herself, 'even paranoids have
enemies, though.'
Janet re-entered the library, and sat behind her desk. Cheryl was
kneeling on the carpet, her head bowed in submission to her Mistress.
"Cheryl?"
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Have you ever had a man fuck you up your bottom? Have a proctology exam
at the doctor's?"
"No, Mistress, to both questions."
"I want you to lay on the leather footstool," Janet ordered, "I'm going to
probe your bottom."
"Yes, Mistress," meekly answered Cheryl as she rose to her feet, then
draped herself over the leather footstool.
Janet recalled how Erica had chained her to the sawhorse when she had her
bottom examined. She had been scared to death, yet Erica had been
surprising gentle with her.
"If you wish, I can rope you to the stool," Janet offered.
"No thank you, Mistress," replied Cheryl.
Janet removed a pair of rubber gloves, a jar of lubricant, and two butt
plugs from the desk. She then donned the gloves carefully, making sure
that her nails didn't break the rubber.
"Hold still Cheryl," calmly said Janet.
Janet was amazed that Cheryl did not ever stir as Janet opened her ass
cheeks, then inserted a lubricant-coated gloved finger up into her anal
opening. When Erica had done this, Janet had been almost ready to scream
in fright, except that Erica had placed a ballgag in her mouth. She looked
at the condition of Cheryl's anus, in the way that Stephanie had taught
her. Stephanie had shown Janet the medical books that she still had, had
trained her to look for anything amiss.
"You're fine," said Janet as she completed her examination.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"You may stand."
Janet pointed to the objects on the desk and picked up the smaller one in
her hand.
"This is a butt plug, a small one. I want you to place some lubricant on
it, then insert it up your bottom, until it fits snugly," Janet ordered.
"Yes, Mistress," said Cheryl in response.
Janet had expected that Cheryl would protest or reject the idea. Instead
she opened the jar of lube, then spread some on the plug. She then took
some in hands, and bent down a bit, then inserted that into her ass.
Finally, she pushed the plug inside herself grimacing until her anal
muscles closed over the narrow portion.
"Ahhhh!" cried Cheryl as it popped into place.
"Are you all right?" Janet asked.
"Fine, Mistress," said Cheryl as she straightened up, wiping her hands on
a tissue.
"You will wear the plug for two hours, after which I shall use you in the
Dungeon. Until that time, you may read, or watch TV in the bedroom, but
not remove the plug," ordered Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," said Cheryl as she bowed, and walked out of the library.
Janet could just see the base of the plug in her bottom as Cheryl
departed. She knew that Cheryl wouldn't remove it, or even touch it.
Because she was so damned eager to serve.
Seated behind the desk, Janet wanted to throw a book at the double doors.
What novice slave could take a cock in her mouth and a plug up her ass in
the same day? Either Cheryl was a very determined submissive, or else she
had been trained by another Mistress.
* * * * *
After two hours, Janet had ordered Cheryl to remove the plug in the
bathroom. She had found Cheryl in the downstairs bedroom calmly reading
Vogue and Cosmopolitan, which Janet subscribed to. There Cheryl had been,
reading about fall fashions, naked while wearing her collar and bracelets.
Cheryl had removed the plug, and performed her toilet. Janet had ordered
her to stay on the toilet, in order to pass out all the lubricant. Which
she had done over a period of time. Cheryl didn't even protest about the
open door.
Janet had then chained her in the bedroom, as she dressed for the night's
session. She had not used Cheryl the previous night, except for the dildo.
Saturday had been devoted to the cock and the butt plug, which Cheryl had
performed well with.
But now it would be her turn under the lash, and Janet walked through her
closet naked trying to decide what she should wear. She would wear a
Catsuit in the winter, but not during the summer. Too hot and confining,
even with the a/c on.
She selected an outfit composed of a PVC bodysuit, black sheer to waist
pantyhose, gloves, and a pair of modest heels. Janet dressed quickly,
wishing that Tina was with her.
How she missed Tina! Her slave and assistant. But she had been called
away for a family emergency, leaving Janet alone. Janet had driven her to
the airport, and kissed her before she had left her at the terminal.
Janet looked at herself in the mirror. Either the outfit was a little
tight, or else she had put on a few pounds. She decided to weigh herself
naked the next morning.
Her final thoughts while dressing were about the clock radio in the
library. She was sure that she had programmed it correctly, then hit the
switch to activate the alarm. When she had examined it later, the alarm
switch was in the off position.
If Cheryl had turned the alarm off, why? Had she searched the library?
Just to kneel and watch Janet sleep, something that she had already seen in
the bedroom?
Or had Cheryl fallen in love with Janet? That was what usually happened
when a slave was introduced to D/s; they loved the person holding the rod.
Suppose that Cheryl had done this just to unhinge Janet? The woman had
not said anything at all about her training, regardless of how many stripes
that Janet had as yet placed upon her.
She walked downstairs, and found Cheryl still chained where she had left
her. Her hands linked behind her back, a collar chain locked to the
ringbolt on the wall.
"Are you ready to submit?" Janet asked.
"To have your body and flesh striped and used by your Mistress?"
"Yes, Mistress Janet, use me," Cheryl answered.
Janet unlocked Cheryl's collar chain, but did not blindfold her or attach
a leash on her collar chair. She pulled Cheryl to her feet, and looked her
in the eyes.
"Prepare to be used."
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet pulled Cheryl along to the elevator, and they rode down to the
Dungeon in silence. Normally, Janet would have placed a blindfold and
ballgag on a slave. But after Cheryl's extraordinary performance today,
she wanted to look into her eyes.
She placed Cheryl into the stocks, first closing the bar the locked her
ankles into place. Then she unlocked her hands, and indicated that Cheryl
place her head and hands in the half circles of wood. Janet then closed
the yoke, and locked it shut.
"Are you ready, slave?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," Cheryl answered.
Janet had removed a leather paddle from the cabinet. It would sting and
hurt, but not really mark, since it was so soft. But it could be used for
a long time.
"Kiss the paddle," Janet ordered.
Cheryl did as she was instructed, then remained silent.
Holding the paddle in her gloved hands, Janet looked directly at Cheryl.
"It's really a good thing that Tina is away this weekend, Cheryl," Janet
began, "else your little performance would have amazed even her. No
inexperienced woman could take the cock like that, or place a plug up her
ass, unless they've been trained first. You know a lot more than you're
telling me, which is nothing," said Janet.
Cheryl stayed silent in her wooden prison as Janet spoke to her.
"Last week I whipped you harshly because you disobeyed me. Tonight, I'm
going to use you harshly again because you're not telling me the truth."
"I told you I want to be trained as a slave, Mistress Janet. Your slave."
"You've prepared for this, haven't you?" demanded Janet.
"That's my affair, Mistress Janet."
"To come clear across the country and force me to train you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Since you desire my use, then you shall have it."
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Janet struck the paddle on Cheryl's bottom, watching as each stroke left a
red mark behind. Each time that she struck Cheryl, she moaned slightly.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Janet wondered if Cheryl had a martyr complex, if she could take endless
amounts of punishment. Or if she was a painslut, perhaps. Tonight, Janet
wanted the tears to flow from Cheryl's eyes. Then she would take her to
bed.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
"Kiss the paddle," Janet ordered suddenly.
"Yes, Mistress," cried Cheryl as she did as she was told.
After a paddling like that, Cheryl would be reminded each time that she
sat down that Janet had used her. Janet then released Cheryl from the
stocks, and pinched her erect nipples.
"Owww!" cried Cheryl.
"Who does your body belong to?" Janet demanded.
"You, Mistress Janet!"
Janet then slapped Cheryl across the cheek, surprising her charge.
"Are you a slut?"
"Mistress?"
"I said, are you a slut?" asked Janet.
"I am whatever my Mistress wants me to be," Cheryl answered.
"In that case."
Janet pulled Cheryl over to the ceiling chain. Originally, she had wanted
to bind her to the X frame or the cross, but had decided against it. Last
week, in the same position, she had used the whip on her. Since it was
already late, she had another weapon in mind.
From the inside of her leather bodysuit, Janet extracted two nipple
clamps. She displayed them for Cheryl's benefit, then closed then on
Cheryl's erect nipples, making her moan as each one was applied.
"Ahhh!" moaned Cheryl.
Janet selected a rubber flogger. The rubber strands would sting and hurt,
and Cheryl would be reminded all week about how Janet had used her.
"Kiss the flogger, slave," directed Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet began with a light series of strokes of five, with the last one
being the most severe. Then Janet would pause, and begin again. Cheryl
had been pulled taut by the ceiling chain, and her ankles were locked to a
spreader bar. She was helpless and exposed, totally vulnerable to whatever
Mistress Janet wanted.
Why?
Her interviews were a lie, Lori had told her that she had bought every D/s
book at a shop in LA, and she had probably been trained in the use of her
mouth and bottom.
Where would this lead? When and why would she call her safeword? If she
would ever call it at all?
"What is your safeword, Cheryl?" demanded Janet.
"Mistress?"
"I said what is your safeword."
"Sin, Mistress Janet."
"Good, I wanted to make sure that you haven't forgotten it. One day, it
may save your life," cautioned Janet.
"Yes, Mistress Janet, thank you."
"Now we can continue," said Janet.
"Thank you, Mistress."
Had Cheryl forgotten her safeword, Janet had been prepared to release
Cheryl, dress her, then throw her out of the house. Instead, Cheryl had
remembered her safeword, so Janet would continue.
Janet then struck Cheryl several times on her breasts, making tears come
to her eyes. After a pause, Janet then used the flogger between Cheryl's
legs, making her cry and squirm. She made sure to strike the inside of
Cheryl's exposed thighs when she did so.
After removing the nipple clamps, Janet made certain to strike Cheryl's
tender breasts with five strokes each. Her white skin was now marked red
from every impact of the rubber flogger.
Janet had kept an exact count of the number of strokes that she had used.
She would write it down when she replaced the flogger in the cabinet.
"Kiss the flogger."
"Yes, Mistress," tearfully answered Cheryl.
Janet unlocked Cheryl, and placed her, sobbing, on the leather bench.
She gave Cheryl a box of tissues to dry her eyes.
"Are you expecting me to comfort you?" Janet demanded.
"Mistress?"
"Last week, I comforted you because I had punished you harshly after your
disobedience. This week, I shall not, because you have not told me the
truth, slave."
"Mistress Janet, don't hurt me?" begged Cheryl.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Cheryl. Just take you to bed. If you fail to
please me, though, then I shall use the crop on you."
* * * * *
"Please your Mistress."
Janet lay back on her bed, her legs open. Cheryl was on the floor,
kneeling, where Janet had ordered her after she had cleaned herself up
after the Dungeon session. Cheryl had been tearful and forlorn looking
after Janet told her that she was not going to be held in Janet's arms,
even after the session that she had endured.
Cheryl's body was marked by the rubber flogger, the marks a dull red in
color. The marks would be there for a long time, and combined with the
paddling, she would remember this visit for quite a long time.
Cheryl rose from her kneeling position, and climbed onto the bed. She
placed her mouth over Janet's sex, her lips, tongue, and teeth working on
Janet's sex.
Janet knew of some selfish Dommes who viewed their only goal in life was
to get orgasms from their slaves. If they should fail to please, then they
were severely beaten.
That was not the way that Janet had been trained by Erica, nor was that
the way that she had conducted herself. Janet trained her slaves to submit
and to serve, but sexually pleasing her was not her only goal.
When another woman submitted herself to Janet, she was introduced to
physical discipline. But she was also treated tenderly afterwards, shown
just how much courage it took to submit, and encouraged to proceed even
further.
"Oh!" Janet cried as the first orgasm pulsed through her thighs.
Janet bounced on the bed, since Cheryl had excited her quickly. Cheryl's
tongue played itself over her clit, darting in and out, stimulating with
each touch. Each touch exciting her, making Janet hotter and hotter with
touch.
Cheryl's tongue went deep into Janet's love canal, sucking her,
stimulating her to orgasm. Janet knew that she was wet, felt Cheryl's
tongue inside her, lapping at her juices.
"Ohhhh!"
Janet held onto Cheryl's hair, gently keeping her slave between her legs.
She wanted Cheryl to satisfy her, to drive her wild with pleasure. Even if
Cheryl herself was still smarting from the session that she just endured.
"Ohhhhh!"
One orgasm after another rocked through her, leaving Janet stunned and
weak. She bounced on the bed, her bottom slapping against the sheet.
"Thank you, Cheryl. That was excellent," complimented Janet.
"You're welcome, Mistress."
Janet kissed Cheryl on the lips, tasting her own juices. She rolled her
tongue over her lips, eager now to taste Cheryl as well.
"On your back," Janet ordered.
Cheryl did as she was told, and soon Janet was between her thighs. Janet
wanted to tease Cheryl, so she slowly tongued her, drawing her climax out
slowly. She excited Cheryl gradually, licking her sex as the woman
gradually lubricated in response to Janet's attentions.
After the harsh punishment that Janet had given Cheryl, she wanted to show
her slave that she could pleasure as well as pain. But somehow Cheryl
seemed to want to satisfy her Mistress even more than usual this evening.
Perhaps the experience of spending the night chained on the bedroom floor
next to her Mistress had taught Cheryl submission.
Janet drove Cheryl to climax, making her companion moan and rock on the
sheets. Cheryl clearly responded to Janet's attentions, her nipples hard
and her sex wet. Cheryl held onto her Mistress tightly, their breasts and
lips close together.
Resting on the table was a dildo, and Janet held it in her hand as she
used Cheryl with it again and again, driving her to climax. The bed was
wet with their sweat before Cheryl dropped off to sleep first, with Janet
following afterwards.
Sunday July 19, 1998
"Cheryl, I have something for you," said Janet.
Janet and Cheryl were in the library. Tina had not yet returned, so
Mistress Janet had to train the slave all weekend by herself. In the
morning, Janet had unlocked Cheryl, and she had let Cheryl serve as her
bath girl. Cheryl had bathed and pampered her Mistress, just as Janet had
taught her to.
While Cheryl bathed, Janet had prepared breakfast herself. Janet ate in
the Dining Room, Cheryl in the kitchen. Finally, they faced one another in
the library.
After a solid day of storms, the weather had finally broken. Rays of
sunlight peeped through the clouds, and the forecast was going to be for a
good day.
"Yes, Mistress?"
Janet opened a desk drawer and removed a wooden box. She stood up from
her chair, and walked over to Cheryl's.
"Extend your left hand," Janet ordered.
"Yes, Mistress."
"These are my slave rings," described Janet, "any Mistress that knows me
will see you wearing my ring and know that you are serving me."
Janet tried a number of rings on Cheryl's index finger until she found the
right sized one that fit correctly. The rings were made of sterling silver
and had links incised on their outer surface.
"Do you understand what wearing this ring means?" demanded Janet.
"That I am your slave, Mistress."
"Very good, Cheryl. Ordinarily, I wouldn't give a slave ring so soon.
But since I have discovered your deceit in taking the cock and anal
training, you are more advanced than you are letting on."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"I have one other gift for you," said Janet as she resumed her seat.
"Mistress?"
Resuming her seat, Janet removed the jar of lubricant and the larger butt
plug that she had shown to Cheryl on Saturday.
"This is a moderate sized butt plug, larger than the one that you wore on
Saturday. You are to wear it for two hours each day at home until next
week. If you cannot insert it easily by then, then you shall be very
harshly used," threatened Janet.
"Mistress?"
"Those are your orders, Cheryl. The car will be here in three minutes,
and you will wait in the foyer."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl as she placed the two items in her purse.
Janet watched Cheryl leave, and was even more worried about her than she
had been before. Not only had the woman posed naked for a photographer she
had also researched D/s and probably trained herself in sucking a cock and
placing a plug up her ass. Then forcing herself on a Mistress clear across
the country. Why?
>From the Diary of Cheryl Branford:
If last weekend I made the mistake of disobedience, this weekend I made
one of submission. I was proud of the fact that I had guessed that a
Mistress would want to use my mouth, sex, and bottom, and had trained
myself in advance using sex toys.
On Friday night, I was made to wear the dildo harness while I performed
housecleaning tasks. Afterwards, Janet chained me at the foot of her bed
that night, and I have never felt so helpless or humiliated in my life.
On Saturday, I made my mistake. I took both the cock and anal plug
without effort or protest. Janet accused me of having been trained in
advance, and I had no defense. I was severely used that night in the
Dungeon, and I shall be wearing her marks for a long time.
She has given me a larger butt plug, which I am now wearing in my bottom.
It was about the same size one that I had used at home, and slid easily
into my anus.
I dare not disobey her again, even as I now put my plans into effect.
I continue to be sexually attracted to Mistress Janet, and her use of me
in bed is what I look forward to. With my naked body striped by the lash,
I cannot wait to serve Mistress Janet sexually.
I gaze at the silver ring on my finger, and wonder, have I truly become
her slave?
