The Challenge

Chapter Fifteen Endgame

The Challenge
Chapter Fifteen: Endgame

Part One: Past and Present

Sunday November 15, 1998

	………Janet closed the last of Erica's Journals, dated 1992, tears in her
eyes.  She cried, and placed her head in her hands, and sobbed loudly, no
longer caring if she awakened Tina or not.

	The tears splattered on the leather of Erica's last journal, like
raindrops.  Wetting the dry leather that had remained in the safe for years
until Tina's chance discovery six months ago.

	"Oh Erica!" Janet cried, "I forgive you, I know you loved me.  Why
couldn't you tell me when you were here that you were dying?"

	Suddenly it was all clear to Janet, why Erica had lied about the reason
for her leaving her position as Mistress.  How she did not want to be an
object of pity, but wanted to go out in a memorable fashion.

	Looking at the dates involved, Janet realized that Erica had lived a long
time with her leukemia.  Perhaps it had gone into remission, maybe even a
cure?

	But Erica had not returned to reclaim her estate, instead she had let
Janet continue and develop into the Mistress that she had been trained to
be.

	Janet dried her tears with a tissue, even as more tears flowed.  She
remembered how Erica had placed herself in submission to her last slave,
and Janet's harsh use of her, finally drawing blood.

	"Now I understand, Erica," said Janet to herself.

	Erica's mistreatment at the hands of her first Master, then being beaten
by Lauren.  Janet now understood why Erica came to be the good Mistress
that she was.

	Erica may have been a demanding Mistress who had tested Janet to her
limits, but she had never forced Janet to do anything without her consent.
Janet had never been humiliated by her, in public or in private.

	Finally, Janet had come to love her Mistress Erica, even as Erica was
planning to put her in competition with Tiffany.  Not knowing that Tiffany
had allied herself with Lauren, her enemy.

	Janet glanced at the clock, and saw that it was already past one in the
morning.  Monday morning!  And she had an important business meeting at
nine!

	She replaced the last volume in the safe, then closed and locked it, along
with the wooden panel.  Janet closed the lights, and ran off to bed.

Part Two: The Humiliation

Monday November 16, 1998

	Janet placed her briefcase on her desk before she hung her coat up in her
office.  It was raining, and she had worn her London Fog raincoat.  She had
chosen to wear a conservative DNKY blue business suit since she would be
making her presentation at a major staff meeting.

	"Janet," greeted Clara, her secretary.

	"Yes, Clara.  Lousy day, isn't it?  Is there any coffee?"

	"The President called, he said to join him in his office the minute you
arrived."

	"I'll be seeing him at a meeting in a half hour, I have to go over my
notes."

	"He said immediately," stressed Clara, concern on her face.

	"Ok, I'll go over there now," answered Janet as she grabbed her purse from
the desk.

	"I'll call and say that you're on the way."

	"Thanks," said Janet, wishing that she had gotten some coffee first.

	Walking to Ron's office, she wondered what was so important.  The project
was completed, she would make her presentation, and everything was on
schedule.  So what was going on?

	"He's expecting you," said Audrey, Ron's secretary, "go right in."

	"Thanks," answered Erica as she knocked, then opened the door.

	"Enter."

	Janet opened the door, and entered Ron's office.  He wasn't alone, also in
the office was Steven, one of the corporate attorneys.

	"You wanted to see me?" asked Janet as she closed the door.

	"Yes, Janet, please sit down.  You know Steven."

	"Yes, we met last year," answered Janet as she sat down in front of Ron's
desk.

	"I don't know how to begin this Janet.  Do you remember that takeover
attempt last year?"

	"What about my presentation?"

	"Canceled, along with the meeting."

	"What!  I've been working on that for weeks!" cried Janet.

	"That's academic now, Janet.  Please listen, this is very serious.  Last
year, we fended off a takeover attempt.  Now it's back, with a vengeance."

	"I don't understand?  What does this have to do with me?"

	"In the last few months, a firm that we never heard of before has bought
enough of our stock to hand over control to the buyout firm that wanted to
sell us off last year."

	"You're not making any sense, Ron.  How does this relate to me?"

	"CB Enterprises, Hong Kong, has said that unless you're fired and accused
of misusing your expense accounts, we'll be acquired within days.  I'm
sorry, Janet, but you're the price of our independence.  Here's a letter
for you, I don't know the contents."

	Ron handed Janet a sealed letter, which she opened with her index finger.
Janet read:

Dear Mistress Janet,
	Either you accept being fired in a humiliating manner or Xylex gets sold
off.

Cheryl Branford

	"Can I think this over in my office?" asked Janet.

	"Sure, call me when you're ready," answered Ron.

	Janet sat in her office alone.  She had a cup of steaming coffee in front
of her, and wished that it were a sherry instead.  Outside, it was lightly
raining, which matched her mood perfectly.

	Buzz!

	'Who's calling me on my cell phone?' thought Janet.

	"Janet here."

	"Morning, Mistress."

	"Cheryl?" asked Janet.

	"Gotten the news yet?"

	"What news?" asked Janet surprised to hear from her slave, "wait a minute,
CB Enterprises, Cheryl Branford Enterprises, that's you!"

	"Correct Mistress.  Don't make too much of a scene about your public
humiliation before you leave, there's more to come.  I suggest that you
accept the terms of your dismissal.  Including the misuse of your expense
account, and so on.  It'll go easier on you if you do.  Once you've cleaned
out your desk, come join me in the Diner down the road.  Quickly please? 
Bye."

	The connection was cut on the other end, and Janet was in shock again, for
the second time since Midnight.  She stared at the cell phone, wanting to
smash it to little pieces on the floor.  Tears fell from her eyes, as she
contemplated her firing.
	*		*			*			*		*
	"Good morning, Mistress," greeted Cheryl, seated in a booth, "please join
me."

	After Cheryl's phone call, Janet was delivered a sealed note from her
suggesting that she accept her terms of dismissal.  Tearfully, she had gone
back to Ron's office, and agreed to the humiliating terms of firing.  Which
would include a small notice in the Wall Street Journal the next day.  Then
Janet had been allowed to clean out her desk, and had left Xylex for the
last time.  She had then pointed the car towards the Diner, and the meeting
with Cheryl. 

	"Why?" demanded Janet.

	"Take off your coat first Janet, we're going to be here for a little
while.  Before you drip all over the seat."

	Janet removed her raincoat, and hung it on the nearest rack to their
booth.  It was late morning, and the rest of the breakfast crowd was still
leaving.

	"That's better, Janet.  Much more ladylike."

	When they were seated, Cheryl called a waitress over for coffee for the
two of them, but did not begin speaking until they were alone.

	"How does it feel being fired?" asked Cheryl.

	"I've been fired before.  Why Cheryl?" Janet demanded.

	"Because you liked that job, that's why," answered Cheryl, "no other
reason."

	"I never used you outside of the estate, and Lori only used you in her
house.  I don't play public games with my submissives," Janet insisted.

	"True, except that I have decided on a whim to exercise my financial power
in the corporate world where I reside.  Which includes having you fired in
a humiliating way," answered Cheryl.

	"What you did was blatantly illegal and immoral," protested Janet, "I
could have CB Enterprises hauled up in front of the SEC for what you've
done."

	"True," Cheryl agreed, "except that would be a Pyrric victory if they
decide in your favor.  I could still expose you, couldn't I?"

	"Yes you could," agreed Janet.

	"You've been an honorable Domme for too long, Janet.  Have you forgotten
what the real world is like?  Corporations and people do dishonest and
illegal things everyday, and get away with them!  There are no safewords in
the corporate world, Mistress."

	"Is this how you intend to hurt me?"

	"Just the beginning, Mistress." 

	"Do you own CB Enterprises?" Janet questioned, changing the subject.

	"The family firm."

	"Is that the price you wanted?" asked Janet, fearful of the answer.

	"No," answered Cheryl, sipping her coffee, "that was just a little
demonstration of my power.  Yours is with the lash and crop.  Mine is with
the purse."

	"What do you want?"

	"Don't rush things, Janet."

	"All right, then.  I'm listening."

	"Good," said Cheryl, "you trained me very well, Janet.  I can't look at a
woman with a leather skirt on without wetting my panties, and the thought
of being cropped gets me excited.  I'm a slave."

	"Is that what you wanted to tell me?"

	"This Friday night, Janet, I want to use you, alone in your Dungeon.  Just
the two of us, without Tina present.  Perhaps you could send her off to
Lori, I'm sure that she'd love that cage in the playroom."

	"You want to use me?" asked Janet, "how very predictable."

	"Yes, naked and in your own Dungeon, but with me in control, Janet.  So
you can feel my lash."

	"No," Janet answered.

	"If you refuse, I have several packets of information about you that will
be delivered to local reporters, gossip columnists, and others.  Your world
will crash in on you Janet, you will be the object of scorn and derision in
Greenwich."

	"No!"

	"I made three requests on you, and you have honored two.  It's time to do
the third else you will no longer be a Mistress.  Not in Greenwich,
anyway," threatened Cheryl, steel in her voice.

	"If you want to use me out of anger to punish me physically, and to hurt
or harm me, no.  I did not train you that way and you did not perform in
that manner when I offered you the chance to use others.  If you want to
use me sensually as I have used you to demonstrate what you have learned
from me, then perhaps.  But not alone," protested Janet.

	"Mistress, I am a very rich woman, able to buy and sell companies at a
whim.  I even own an island in the Caribbean with a staff loyal to me.  Now
I could have had a Dungeon built there and had the two of you abducted,
serving me as slaves forever.  Or have Tina silently taken while I force
you under the lash.  Instead I want to do this without force, so please
send Tina away.  Then I'll use you only once, and you'll never see me
again." 

	"I did exactly what you wanted me to.  I trained you like any other slave,
with love and respect, without hurt or humiliation.  This is how you reward
your Mistress?"

	"Yes, in a manner of speaking.  Do you know who I am?"

	"No, you stopped me from investigating you, remember?"

	"Yes I did.  On Friday night, after I unlock you from the thrashing I'm
going to give you, then I'll tell you who I am.  Then you shall never see
me again."

	"Why are you doing this to me?"

	"That's for me to know, Mistress.  Do you accept my use, or even more
humiliation?  Decide now, Janet.  All it takes is one phone call."

	"Yes," cried Janet softly after a short period of time.

	"What was that, slave?"

	"Yes," answered Janet, tears in her eyes, "I accept your use, Cheryl."

	"Friday, Mistress, I'll be in touch.  You can pay for the coffee.  Just be
glad that I don't relieve you of your money and Credit cards and embarrass
you further."

	Janet was left alone in the booth, crying silently, tears in her eyes.  In
less than two hours, she had lost a job that she had liked and enjoyed. 
Then she had been forced to accept humiliating terms of dismissal to save
the jobs of her friends and co-workers.

	Now Cheryl had revealed that she had been behind it all, with a demand
that she wanted to use Janet for her own reasons.  Janet took a few bills
from her purse and placed them on the counter, put on her coat, and left
for home.
	*		*		*		*		*		*

	"Mistress?" greeted Tina, "why are you home so early?"

	"I was fired, Tina.  For misusing my expense accounts," answered Janet as
she handed her wet raincoat to Tina in the foyer.

	"Mistress, you barely used those accounts," pointed out Tina.

	"Yes, Tina.  That's quite correct, I wish to be alone in the library.  I
do not wish to be disturbed."

	"Yes, Mistress.  I understand."

	Janet locked herself in the sanctuary of the library, and poured herself a
stiff drink now that she was finally alone.  She sat behind her desk, and
wanted to cry.  But she was out of tears for the moment.

	Humiliated.  She had been humiliated by a woman that she had placed so
much effort into training correctly.

	They had been together in the diner, with Cheryl clearly wearing the small
leather collar around her neck and Janet's ring on her finger.  Cheryl had
first humiliated Janet by the manner of her firing.

	Now the price of her continuing as a Domme was her use by Cheryl, alone. 
What kind of person would Cheryl be when holding the lash?  Janet had
agreed, there was nothing else that she could do.

	Just like when Cheryl had forced herself upon Janet in June, blackmailing
Janet into training her.  Now Janet was blackmailed into being used by her
own slave.

	In the safe was the money that Cheryl had been giving her for her
training, just like the rest of Janet's other clients.  Janet's blackmail
was of a quite different kind, a physical one.  First it had been to train
Cheryl, now it would be her own body under the lash as the roles of
Mistress and slave were to be reversed.

	Except that when Janet had used Erica, she had been a Domme for more than
a year.  Cheryl, meanwhile, had been a slave for just six months, and had
used another slave only twice before.

Part Two: The Interval

Wednesday November 18, 1998

	"Tina?" asked Janet.

	"Yes, Mistress."

	Janet and Tina were in the library together, going over the reports on
Janet's other slaves in training.  It was strange again being home without
her job and she missed both the work and getting out of the house.

	When she had arrived back home on Monday, Tina had been a little
suspicious.  Janet had told her that she was fired, and had fled into the
library, but had said nothing else.

	Then on Tuesday there was a small one-inch long piece in the Wall Street
Journal saying that she had been fired because of misusing her expense
account, and her position at work.  Tina had found the piece, and come
running to show it to Janet.

	"I don't believe it," said Tina, "you've rarely used your expense account,
never had a company car, and refused that promotion.  Why would they let
you go in an embarrassing manner like this?"

	"That's private, Tina."

	"No, Mistress.  That's very public what they did to humiliate you."

	"Thank you, Tina, that will be all."

	Tina had never mentioned it again, but Janet knew that look in her eyes. 
Janet knew that Tina had not believed her, and was suspicious of the
explanation.

	So Janet had plunged back into her work as a Domme, and had realized that
Cheryl had taken up a lot of her time.  When she had weighed herself on the
on the scale this morning (naked, of course) she found that she had lost
five pounds.

	But it was seeing herself nude that had really scared her.  The thought
that she was going to be naked again, and under the lash of Cheryl that was
potentially frightening.

	"What if she does want to hurt me?" asked Janet to herself.

	Janet spent most of time in both her library, and downstairs in the
Dungeons, looking over the place where she had been introduced to
submission.  What had she done differently with Cheryl that now made her
want to possibly hurt her Mistress?  Even though Cheryl had said that she
did not want to hurt Janet, the tone of her voice betrayed her.

	She had been a Domme long enough to recognize when a person was lying, and
Cheryl clearly was.  Cheryl had not come to her as a complete novice that
was certain.  Now Janet had willingly submitted herself into harm's way,
just as she had done once before.  Her skin was covered in Goosebumps from
fright.

	Later they worked together, discussing Dinner, running the Mansion, and
slaves, which was Janet's main concern.  But when to broach the subject at
hand?

	"Tina, I have to tell you something," Janet began.

	"Yes, Mistress."

	They were seated at the kitchen table, manila folders spread out on the
table, drinking Cokes together.

	"I have arranged that on Friday night, you are to be used by Mistress
Lori.  You can take the Toyota to Brookline, be used by her Friday and
spend the night, then return on Saturday."

	"Mistress?" asked Tina, shock on her face.

	"That's right, Tina.  Just a one day use by Lori."

	"Yes, Mistress, it would be interesting to be used by Lori," answered
Tina.

	Janet looked directly into Tina's eyes and saw that her slave was lying. 
Tina would have no intention of going to Lori's. Instead Janet knew she
would go to Stephanie's and tell her the whole story, on Friday.

	"Thank you, Tina," Janet replied.

	"What about Cheryl this weekend, Mistress?"

	"I shall be alone with her, Tina.  I'm quite able to handle her myself,
thank you."

	"Of course, Mistress," answered Tina.	
	*		*		*		*		*		*
	Janet had avoided talking to Tina for the rest of the day when the phone
buzzed into life.

	"Mistress Janet, is it all arranged?" asked Cheryl.

	"Yes, damn you.  It's all set, Tina will be going off to Lori's on Friday
morning."

	"Very good, Mistress.  I see that you know how to take orders as well as
give them.  I hope that you perform as well under my lash."
	
	When the connection was severed on the other end, Janet felt like smashing
the cordless phone against the floor.
	*		*		*		*		*		*
	Wednesday night had been a disaster for Janet.  Dinner had no taste at all
and she had no appetite for eating.  She had tried to entertain herself
with books and television, and nothing held her interest.

	Then Tina had walked into the library wearing nothing but a robe, collar
and leash, and asked Janet to use her.  Janet had refused, and Tina had
left her alone, disappointed.

	Finally Janet had gotten into bed, and after a short time, Tina had joined
her.  They had made love together slowly, and Janet had a series of
disappointing orgasms, and had failed to excite Tina at all.

	"I'm sorry Tina," said Janet, "my mind isn't into sex tonight."

	"It's about Cheryl, isn't it?"

	"You know I won't talk about that, Tina.  Please don't ask again."

	"Yes, Mistress," answered Tina, concern on her face, "then talk about
Mistress Erica."

	Janet lay back on the pillow, in all of the years that they had been
together, Tina had never asked about Erica.  Until now.

	"What do you want to know?" asked Janet.

	"Why did you want to serve a Mistress?"

	"I was always having problems with the strange submissive feelings that I
felt deep inside.  When my friend told me about Erica, I jumped at the
chance to serve her."

	"Did you love Erica?" asked Tina.

	"Yes, very much," Janet answered, "more than I loved another person in my
life.  Even though every weekend I served Erica I had new stripes
afterwards."

	"Did she ever hurt you?"

	"No, never.  She tested my limits all right, scared me a few times, but
no.  It was Lauren that hurt me, remember?"

	"Yes, Mistress."

	"Tina, I don't want to be rude, but I've had a bad couple of days.  This
is the best pillow talk we've ever had, but I want to sleep.  We'll
continue this another day, please?"

	"Yes, Janet," answered Tina, "but I can't help thinking that somehow
Cheryl and Erica are connected somehow, that the reason for Cheryl's
presence is because of Erica."

	"Go to sleep, Tina," said Janet as she kissed Tina on the lips.

	"Yes, Mistress."
	*		*		*		*		*		*
	Later that night, Janet awakened.  She looked at Tina sleeping peacefully
next to her, softly snoring.  Janet had been unable to sleep decently, and
now she was again awake.

	Even though she was wearing a pair of flannel pajamas, and they were
sleeping under a thick winter quilt, Janet was cold.  It was a comment that
Tina had made hours before that kept repeating itself in her mind.

	'Cheryl and Erica connected?' Janet thought to herself, 'how?'

	Realizing that she wasn't going to get any more sleep, Janet silently left
her bed, trying not to disturb Tina.  She removed her warm terry bathrobe
from the closet, and her slippers.  Janet walked quietly out of her
bedroom, and closed the door silently.

	She walked downstairs, opening the lights as she went.  Finally, in the
library, she opened the safe, and removed the first few volumes of Erica's
journal.  Taking a Coke from the small refrigerator that she kept in the
library, she began to read again from the first years of Erica's journal.

	It was just one line somewhere, and in almost the beginning of her story.
When Erica had been Alana, daughter of wealth not destined to be a sex
slave.

	"So they are connected," said Janet softly to herself.

	In the rear of the safe, out of view, Janet's hand brushed against an
envelope that was taped to the steel, which she felt as she went to replace
the last volume.  Janet removed several of the Journals, then carefully
pried the envelope away from the safe's rear.

	"What next?" Janet asked, as she seated herself behind the desk, then
carefully examined the envelope.

	On the front, in Erica's distinctive handwriting were the words "To
Mistress Janet Davis, July 1994."

	Janet opened the envelope with a letter opener, then unfolded the single
sheet of paper, and read what Erica had written on her short visit after
the competition; when she had placed herself in submission to her former
slave.    

Part Three: Legacies

Friday November 20, 1998

	Janet watched from the front door as Tina took the Toyota out for the trip
to Mistress Lori in Brookline.  They had packed a small suitcase, and Janet
had kissed Tina on her way out.

	But Janet knew that Tina would disobey her, that she would instead drive
to Stephanie's and tell her the whole story on how Cheryl had forced
herself upon Janet.

	All of the events of the last six months had come to this.  Training
Cheryl and deceiving Tina and Stephanie about her.  Now she was all alone,
having delivered herself to Cheryl as the price of her remaining a Domme.

	She went back to the library, and took a seat.  Janet tried to work,
hoping that it would change her mood.  Instead, she felt like screaming.

	Buzz!

	"Good morning, Mistress," began Cheryl, "have you done as I've asked?"

	"Yes, Cheryl.  I'm alone.  Tina has gone away to Brookline."

	"Excellent.  How would you like to join me for lunch, at the Rye Town
Hilton?"

	"Can't you find somewhere closer?" asked Janet.

	"Greenwich isn't all that far from Rye, Mistress.  Less than a half hour."

	"All right, what time?"

	"Late, Mistress.  About two, I have to do something first."

	"Fine."

	"Just be glad that I don't ask you to dress like a slut, Mistress.  I
could ask you to dress in a skimpy top, short leather skirt, and five inch
heels."

	"Thank you, Cheryl."

	"Your normal clothes will do, Janet.  You're such a good dresser, by the
way."

	"Thank you," Janet answered.

	"Bye, Mistress," answered Cheryl as the connection was cut.

	*		*		*		*		*		*
	When Janet returned to the Mansion, she kept glancing at her watch. 
Cheryl had never shown up at the hotel, even though Janet had waited over
an hour for her.  In frustration, Janet had eaten alone, wolfing down a
hamburger in the restaurant while keeping an eye out for Cheryl.  Angry,
Janet then returned home.

	Janet stripped her clothes off in the bedroom, then padded around naked as
the tub filled.  

	"What?" said Janet to herself when she saw movement behind her when the
closet door suddenly opened.

	It was then that she felt a cloth pressed to her face with the sickly
sweet odor of chloroform before she passed out, the walls spinning.
	*		*		*		*		*		*
	"Good afternoon, sleepyhead," said Cheryl.

	When Janet came to, she found that she was naked, collared, and bracelets
were locked to her wrists and ankles.  She was seated on the floor with her
back to the bed, wrists locked behind her back, and a spreader bar locked
to her ankles.

	"Thanks for undressing Janet, that made my job a little easier," said
Cheryl, who was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans.

	"Cheryl, how?"

	"While you were out, I paid someone to let me in the house.  Money can buy
everything, you know."

	"What are you going to do with me?" asked Janet.

	"Worried aren't you?" smiled Cheryl when she answered.

	"Yes."

	"Anything that I want, Mistress.  You're helpless, and at my mercy.  I can
use you any way I choose, to my heart's desire."

	"You said you wouldn't hurt me," protested Janet.

	"True."

	"Ah!" cried Janet.

	Cheryl had been hiding a riding crop behind her back, and she had cruelly
struck Janet's breasts with an unexpected stroke.  An evil grin spread
across her face.

	Then Cheryl got to her knees next to Janet, and began to lick and suck at
Janet's nipples, teasing them erect.  At the same time, her right hand
snaked between Janet's thighs and began to trace the outline of her sex,
making Janet moan with anticipation.

	"No Janet, I'm not going to give you a climax, not yet anyway.  You're
quite a sexual person, aren't you?"

	"What do you want with me?" asked Janet.

	"I've got everything that I want right now.  The famed Mistress Janet,
helpless at my feet.  Do you mind if I wear some of your clothes?"

	"Go ahead, I can't stop you," answered Janet.

	"Oh how very droll, Mistress.  I'll give you something to think about
while I'm dressing."

	 Janet watched as Cheryl opened her night table, and removed a vibrator. 
Cheryl the flipped the switch on and it made a buzzing noise.

	"Open wide," ordered Cheryl.

	Janet obliged, and Cheryl forced the vibrator into her sex all the way
that she could.  The buzzing vibrator instantly excited Janet, making her
hot and wet.

	"Keep that in your cunt," threatened Cheryl, "or there will be worse to
come."

	Janet watched as Cheryl stripped off her clothes, revealing that she wore
no underwear.  Naked, Cheryl walked around Janet's bedroom, and opened her
dresser drawers.  She stood naked in front of the large mirror.

	"Look at me!" cried Cheryl.

	From her vantage point on the floor, Janet turned her head to look at
Cheryl.

	"What's wrong?" asked Janet.

	"I wear your collar, ring, and ankle chain.  Even when I am not in this
house, I am reminded that I am your slave," answered Cheryl.

	"I never forced you to wear the objects of your slavery, it was always
your decision, Cheryl.  You were pleased when I offered them to you,"
stated Janet.

	"Look at my stripes!"

	"I have done nothing to you that was permanent, Cheryl.  After you return
home, they will fade, in time."

	"Except that I now desire these stripes, Mistress, that can never fade,"
answered Cheryl.

	Cheryl traced the recent marks that Janet had placed on her the previous
weekend, when she had been whipped and cropped without complaint.  Indeed,
she had enjoyed her last use by Janet.

	"You wanted to be trained and used as a slave, and I have done so.  I
fulfilled my contract with you, Cheryl.  You are a far more sensuous woman
now than when you originally came to me," answered Janet.

	"So I am, Mistress," said Cheryl as she walked back to Janet, then
straddled Janet's body and placed her sex at Janet's mouth.

	"Before I came here, I prepared myself as usual, Janet.  Can you smell the
perfume between my legs?"

	"Of course, Cheryl."

	"Give me an orgasm now, Janet.  Or I'll start by beating you here,"
threatened Cheryl.

	Janet thrust her face forward between Cheryl's legs and began to service
her captor.  Using her tongue and lips, it did not take her long before
Cheryl was moaning with pleasure.  Then finally she exploded in a single
orgasm that left her shuddering on her feet.

	"Very good, Janet.  To give me an orgasm with the vibrator in your cunt
must take real skill."

	"Thank you, Cheryl.  But I think that living in California has gone to
your head.  I'm not some defenseless heroine, but a Dominatrix for a number
of years.  I'm stronger than you, much stronger."

	"You won't feel quite so smug under the lash, Mistress."

	"That remains to be seen," answered Janet.

	Cheryl then slapped Janet across her cheek, leaving a red mark behind. 
Then she opened Janet's dresser drawer, and began searching for something
to wear.

	"Nice collection of undies, Janet.  Bet you must be Victoria's Secret's
best customer.  Good thing that we're about the same size."

	Cheryl selected a matching bra and panty set of black lace, and put them
on quickly.  Then she removed one black silk panty from the drawer, along
with a single black stocking then closed it.  Cheryl then advanced on
Janet, who remained helpless on the floor.

	"How's that cunt of yours?" asked Cheryl.

	"Fine, thank you."

	"Vibrator still inside?"

	Cheryl then reached between Janet's legs and tweaked the buzzing vibrator.
 It was still held firmly in place.

	"You must have one trained sex, Mistress," commented Cheryl as she balled
up the panty she was holding, "open wide."

	Cheryl then stuffed the panty into Janet's mouth, then wrapped the
stocking around then tied a knot at the back of her head.

	"Mmmmmmph!" cried Janet.

	"You're mine, Mistress.  All mine for one night.  I'll do with you as I
please, everything from a spanking to suspending you from the ceiling and
striping that lovely body of yours.  And you'll never know the reason why,"
taunted Cheryl as she walked into the closet to select some fetishwear.
	*		*		*		*		*		*
	Cheryl sat in Janet's chair, wearing her black leather bodysuit and a pair
of high heels.  Even though she was acting as a Dominant, she had not
removed her collar, ring, or ankle chain.  On the carpet knelt Janet, naked
and helpless.  Once Cheryl had dressed she had unlocked the spreader bar
and removed the vibrator.  Then she had pulled Janet to her feet, and had
marched her down to the Dungeon, pushing Janet to her knees.

	Janet had not resisted or fought, or even tried to run.  Instead, she had
allowed herself to be taken down to the Dungeon.  She knelt with the gag
still in her mouth, in the pose of submission that she had taught Cheryl.

	"I would have thought that you would have tried something, Janet.  The
fact that you are here at my mercy doesn't scare you?  The whip, the crop,
and the cane are all available for my use.  I could hurt you badly,
Mistress."

	Instead of grunting through her gag, Janet remained silent.  She bit down
on the panty inside her mouth, glad for the dignity that the fabric gave
her.

	Frustrated, Cheryl rose to her feet and untied the stocking, and pulled
the panty from Janet's mouth, leaving Janet gasping for breath as Cheryl
resumed her seat on the throne like chair.

	"Thank you, Mistress!" panted Janet, her chest heaving from the deep
breaths that she now took.

	"You're welcome, slave."

	"Do you mind if I ask you some questions?" demanded Cheryl.

	"Go right ahead," Janet answered.

	"You live quite modestly Janet, for a person not born to wealth.  I would
have thought that you would have bought furs, expensive clothes and
jewelry, new cars every year.  But that's not the case with you."

	"I cannot be too flashy, Cheryl.  I have to be quite circumspect and keep
my name out of the papers, given my position as a Dominatrix in Greenwich."

	"Very good, Janet."

	"Thank you, Cheryl."

	"Tell me, how does it feel to begin life in a working class home then
reside in great wealth?" questioned Cheryl.

	"I have been fortunate because of a unique chain of circumstances that
have led me to this position.  One that I shall never abuse," Janet
answered.

	"Bravo, Mistress."

	Janet remained silent wondering what part of her life that Cheryl would
inquire about next.  

	"I went through your closet, Janet.  Very nice, indeed.  You must have
learned a lot working in Macy's, didn't you?"

	"Yes, in particular the difference between needs and wants," Janet
answered.

	"Very good, Janet."

	"Why do you want to hurt me?" asked Janet.

	"What did you say?" demanded Cheryl.

	"I have trained you with the utmost care and respect that I was capable
of, I tested you to your limits but never exceeded them, and treated you as
a caring Domme and now you want to hurt me.  Why?"

	"That's my affair, Mistress," curtly answered Cheryl.

	"You said that you had me investigated before you forced yourself upon me.
 What did your investigations show?"

	"Mistress………"

	Janet watched as the question that she had planted in Cheryl's mind
brought her to mental confusion.  A few moments earlier, she had been
gloating over having Janet helpless at her feet.

	"What did you find out about me?" asked Janet.

	"That, that, you were a good Mistress," slowly answered Cheryl, her voice
breaking.

	"Have I hurt you?  Humiliated you in any way?  Treated you badly?"

	"No, Mistress," answered Cheryl.

	"Made you kneel on the floor and eat out of a dog dish, for example?"

	"No, Mistress, you did not."

	"Or take you to a clothing store, have you try on clothes and have the
salespeople see your marks?"

	"No, Mistress," Cheryl softly answered.

	"When you left here every Sunday, how did you feel?"

	"Pleased," Cheryl answered quietly, as if she was ashamed of the answer.

	"So you liked your treatment?"

	"Yes."

	"And you found out that I was an honorable Mistress, didn't you?"

	"Yes."

	"There was no need to drug me, Cheryl.  I said that I would willingly
submit to you, and I was going to bathe and prepare myself.  Instead, you
invaded my home and drugged me.  Why?"

	"Because I didn't believe that you would submit, Janet."

	"I have done everything that you asked and more, Cheryl.  Even letting a
MaleDom use you."

	"Why did you have to do that?" suddenly cried Cheryl tears in her eyes.

	"Because I thought that you might want to be used by a man, and Craig was
visiting.  He told me later that you were a good submissive, in the Dungeon
and later in bed."

	"I'll never be able to separate my normal sexual feelings from submission
because of you, Mistress!" cried Cheryl.

	"My purpose as a Domme is to determine your sexual needs, Cheryl.  Even if
you don't understand them yourself."

	"But I didn't want to be used by a man!" protested Cheryl.

	"For a true slave it makes no difference if you submit to a man or a
woman."

	"I was sexually attracted to Master Craig!" protested Cheryl.

	"So you were."

	"Thanks to you I'll always desire to be used by a man," cried Cheryl, her
body shaking.

	"You have learned submission, Cheryl," observed Janet as she pulled at her
bonds. 

	"If you're thinking that I'll release you, I won't.  I have you at my
mercy, Mistress.  I won't let you go."

	"I haven't asked to be released, have I?"

	"No, Mistress," answered Cheryl as she wiped away the tears with a tissue.

	"Then why do want to hurt me?"

	"Because you made me face my own sexuality, Mistress," angrily answered
Cheryl.

	"Are you the worse for your discovery that you are a submissive?" asked
Janet.

	Cheryl suddenly was silent, not answering Janet's question.  Her inner
conflict now played itself out on her face.

	"I'm not a submissive!" cried Cheryl, "NO!"

	"Then you are certainly a good actress, Cheryl.  You have been trained and
have performed very well in the last six months.  I know when a person is
acting, and when they're not.  You're a very good submissive Cheryl.  You
enjoy the cuffs on your wrists, the spankings and other discipline, and
your use in bed."

	"NO!" Cheryl shouted in response, "NO!"

	"Face the truth Cheryl, you're a submissive and you enjoyed my training!"

	"I'm going to use you Mistress, here and now in your own Dungeon.  I'm
going to make you cry and moan, just as you did with me.  Use you as
harshly as I want to because of what you've turned me into, a sex slave."

	"I did as you asked, Cheryl, treated you like another other novice coming
to me for training.  I gave you every chance to back out, warned you of the
possible consequences, told you that in placing yourself in submission you
were going down a road of no return.  Do you remember?"

	"Yes, Mistress."

	"All right, Cheryl.  Just use me as I trained you, with love and respect."

	"For a person helpless on the floor, you're in no position to dictate
terms to me!" exclaimed Cheryl.

	"Yes, Mistress," Janet answered softly.

	"When were you last whipped?" asked Cheryl, "I'll bet that it must have
been a long time since you've felt the whip."

	"Six months ago," answered Janet, "just before you arrived.  Once a year I
submit to Mistress Stephanie so that I may never forget what the lash feels
like."

	"How proper you are."

	"Thank you, Mistress."

"I'm going to spank you now, slave.  Perhaps also a few strokes with the
paddle on your bottom.  Get ready, Mistress!" said Cheryl.

	Cheryl then pulled Janet again to her feet, then marched her over to the
padded bench.  She then sat down, and pulled Janet over her knee.  Janet
noted that Cheryl had already placed the paddle on the bench in advance.

	"You may count each stroke, slave.  And thank me after every five."

	"Yes, Mistress!"

	Cheryl raised Janet's bound arms, and then struck a savage blow with her
hand.

	"One!"

	"Two!"

	"Three!"

	"Four!"

	"Five! Thank you, Mistress!"

	Janet felt the skin on her bottom slowly warm as it was struck.  She had
not been spanked for a long time indeed.

	"Six!"

	"Seven!"

	"Eight!"

	"Nine!"

	"Ten!  Thank you Mistress!"

	Crack!

	"Ah!" cried Janet, the force of the paddle staggering her with its effect.

	"Continue, slut!"

	"Eleven!"

	"Twelve!"

	"Fifteen! Thank you, Mistress!"

	Crack!

	"Sixteen!"

	"Eighteen!"

	"Twenty! Thank you, Mistress!"

	"Very good, Janet," commented Cheryl as she let Janet kneel on the floor.

	"Thank you, Mistress!"

	"Did you like the paddle?"

	"Yes, Mistress."

	Cheryl offered the paddle to Janet, and she kissed it without having been
ordered to.  Then Janet knelt in silence, awaiting Cheryl's next use of
her.

	"I want to flog you," said Cheryl.

	"Yes, Mistress."

	"Nothing, no resistance?  Or protest?" asked Cheryl.

	"No, Mistress, none.  I would have submitted to you without the
chloroform."

	"Why?"

	"Because I trained you, Cheryl.  Because you know right from wrong.  Or at
least I hope you do," answered Janet.

	"You're not going to beg me to stop?" asked Cheryl.

	"No, Mistress.  Please flog me?"

	Cheryl then slapped Janet across her cheek, the sound clearly audible in
the Dungeon.  Janet fell to the floor, as she lost the balance that she had
on her knees.

	"Why can't you be scared of me?" screamed Cheryl.

	"Because I was nearly killed by a Domme who was evil," Janet answered.

	Cheryl then pulled Janet to her feet, then over to the ceiling chain. 
Releasing her wrists from behind her back, Cheryl then locked Janet's
wrists to the chain.  She then activated the motor control, and soon Janet
was hanging by her wrists.

	"Prepare to be flogged, Janet!"

	"Yes, Mistress."

	"No need to count, Janet."

	"Thank you, Mistress."

	Cheryl had selected a flogger made of heavy leather strands that would
mark on contact.  She hefted it in her hands, feeling the weight.  When
Janet looked into her eyes, Cheryl looked back at her in anger.

	"I'm going to leave your skin on fire, Janet."

	"Thank you, Mistress."

	Cheryl then began to strike with the flogger leaving red marks wherever it
landed.  Janet's entire body shook with every stroke.

	"Ah!"

	"Ah!"

	"Ah!"

	"Ah!" cried Janet with every stroke.

	Janet dug her nails into her palms as she was flogged, her body one mass
of pain as Cheryl would strike her in one place, then move on to another. 
Her underarms, breasts, thighs, and sex all were the target of the flogger,
and Cheryl didn't stop.

	Each stroke left Janet gasping as she cried out after each one marked her.
 Tears fell from her eyes.

	"Open your legs, slave."

	Janet did as she was ordered, and the flogger found it's way onto her sex
and the inside of her thighs.  Cheryl relentlessly continued to use Janet
without pause or mercy.

	"Slut!" cried Cheryl, "you're a slut, Mistress!"

	"Painslut, Cheryl," gasped Janet, "I'm stronger than you, Cheryl.  Much
stronger."

	"No!"

	Cheryl ceased using the flogger, only to take a crop from the cabinet to
replace it.  She flexed it in front of Janet, holding it in her hands.

	"Kiss the crop," ordered Cheryl.

	"Yes, Mistress."

	Janet kissed the crop, only to be rewarded with a series of slicing
strokes across her breasts and thighs.  She hung in her chains, moaning
when the crop would strike her especially hard.

	"Twenty," stated Janet.

	"What was that?"

	"You used twenty strokes on me, Mistress," said Janet.

	"I wasn't counting, slut."

	"You should have, Cheryl.  Because I taught you to be responsible."

	"What does that mean?"

	"To properly care from the submissive under your control, and to know the
amount of use that they can take."

	Janet looked at herself in the Dungeon mirror, and saw that her naked body
was well striped from the crop and the flogger.  Her skin was not broken or
bleeding, but bore the signs of being used by Cheryl.  The only question
was how much harder would she continue to be used by her tormentor? 

	Recessed into the ceiling were the lights, which could be bright or dim
depending on their control.  Janet looked up, and saw that one light had
begun to flash on and off.  The security system override had been
activated.

	"You forgot to ask me for a safeword, Cheryl."

	"Go ahead, then, Mistress."

	"Alana Peters."

	"NO!" screamed Cheryl, "NO! NO!"

	She grabbed a ball gag, then thrust it into Janet's mouth.  Cheryl then
picked up the single tail whip, and lashed at Janet with all of her might,
breaking Janet's skin, the blood flowing down her back.

	Stroke after stroke hit Janet, tears falling from her eyes.  The gag
prevented her from pleading, just like before.

	The only thing that existed now in the universe was the whip as it cruelly
struck Janet and wrapped itself around her naked and helpless body.  Each
stroke of the whip fell on a different part of her body, and her breasts
and thighs quickly bore the marks of the fearsome weapon, in the hands of a
woman inadequately trained in it's proper use.

	Cheryl continued to beat Janet, oblivious to anything else.  The thick
Dungeon door burst open, and Tina and Stephanie raced inside.    	  The
look of horror on Tina's face was shocking.

	"Janet!" screamed Tina.

	Tina broke into a run and tackled Cheryl violently, knocking her off
balance.  From her belt Tina removed a pair of handcuffs that she cruelly
locked on Cheryl's wrists.  Then she placed a ballgag in her mouth, and
drew the roller buckle tight.

	Stephanie removed Janet's gag, then they both released her.  Tina held
onto Janet as they sat her on the bench, Janet's blood on their hands.

	"Are you all right?" asked Stephanie.

	"I hurt," said Janet, "nothing that some rest won't cure."

	"You're bleeding," said Stephanie, "I'll dress these wounds immediately."

	"Yes," Janet weakly answered.

	Tina dragged Cheryl to her feet, then forced her to her knees in front of
Janet.

	"What do you want me to do with her, Mistress?" asked Tina.

	"Take her to the library after my wounds have been treated," ordered
Janet.

	"Why shouldn't I hang her from the ceiling and whip her until she bleeds,
Mistress?" angrily questioned Tina.

	"Because you're holding Erica's sister, Tina," Janet calmly explained.
	*		*		*		*		*		*
	After Stephanie had dressed the wounds, Janet had dressed in her nightgown
and bathrobe.  Janet then asked that they go to the library to conclude the
events of the evening.

	With Stephanie helping her, Janet had opened the hidden safe and removed
Erica's last Journal, with the envelope inside the back cover.  Then Janet
had been seated in her desk chair, with Stephanie beside her.  Cheryl sat
in a chair on the other side of the desk, her arms still bound behind her
back, and the ballgag still in her mouth, with Tina next to her.

	"Janet, you really should go to bed, you've suffered a tremendous shock,"
said Stephanie.

	"I'm all right, Stephanie, thank you.  I'll rest later.  Thank you for
being my friend."

	"I'll always be your friend, Janet," answered Stephanie.

	"You might not be after we're done tonight."

	"Why?"

	"Because I must now reveal a painful truth, Stephanie," answered Janet,
"now we begin.  Tina, you may remove her gag."

	"I'm not saying anything!" protested Cheryl when her mouth was free.

	"You don't have to, your sister will do the talking.  Stephanie, I have a
confession to make.  Erica and Andrea didn't die in the plane crash in
Mexico back in June 1993.  She really died three years later from a car
accident, in a new life that she had created.  Andrea is still alive, and
lives in Taos New Mexico."

	"Why?" cried Stephanie.

	"Because she was dying of leukemia that didn't respond to treatment at
first.  From 1992 on, just after I had begun to serve her, she was sick.  I
always wondered why she never took me to bed, even though I was eager to
please her.  She was sick and dying and did not want to be an object of
pity and sympathy.  Instead, she wanted to choose her replacement in a
grand manner, in the competition between Tiffany and myself."

	"I never knew, I saw that she tired easily, but Erica never said a word to
me!"

	"That's all right, Stephanie.  Now we come to the question of Cheryl,
here.  Tina, unlock her handcuffs.  She has some reading to do."

	"Yes, Mistress."

	"Six months ago," Janet began, "after I returned from my vacation to
Stephanie's, at the Charity event last June. Cheryl forced herself upon me,
threatening to expose me if I did not train her as a slave and fulfill her
demands.  I agreed to them in order to avoid public exposure and
humiliation.  Cheryl did not want me to investigate her to discover her
true identity, which is that she is Erica's younger sister.  Cheryl, I want
you to read this letter that I discovered in my safe this morning."

	Tina removed the cuffs, and passed the letter to Cheryl, who still looked
bitter and resentful.  She began to read silently, then tears formed at the
corner of her eyes.

	"Read it aloud, Cheryl."

	"My dear Janet," Cheryl began, her voice breaking with emotion, "There is
one part of my life that I never told you about, nor did I write about it
in my Journals.  When I submitted myself to you as a slave, I failed to
tell you of my younger sister, Cheryl Branford, who lives in San Francisco.
 Mine was not a happy family, Janet.  When I had you investigated I
discovered that you had been raised in a proper house with a mother and
father.  How I envied you, for money is no guarantee of happiness."

	"Continue, Cheryl."

	"I was born into a wealthy household that was wracked by constant
arguments and fights.  Finally my father left for California, and my
younger sister with him.  My mother changed back to her maiden name, and
changed my name as well.  Cheryl chose her father's name."

	"I did not stay in contact with my sister, but she did say that she was
guilty about not being closer with her mother.  When Eve died of a sudden
heart attack, she grew to hate me, saying that I had abandoned her to live
my life as a slave, having changed my face and name after my car accident."

	"In the year after my faked death in Mexico, I met with my sister a number
of times.  She has been curious and has spoken about placing herself in
submission to you.  If she does so, I am certain that you will treat her
with the same love and respect that you learned from me."

"For you are my heir, Janet.  From the beginning, I had a secret plan for
you to succeed me.  Please forgive me, Janet.  I used you, denied you my
bed, sent you to Stephanie, striped and beat you to ready you for the
competition with Tiffany."

	"Read the end, Cheryl," Janet ordered, as she noted that tears were
falling from Cheryl's eyes.

	"I want to say in closing that the reports that I have heard indicate that
you have more than lived up to my expectations for you.  You have done
well, Janet.  I shall always love you, deeply and with all of my heart. 
Please forgive me, Janet.  I love you, signed Erica Riken."

	Cheryl broke down in tears, the sounds of her crying filling the library.

	"Erica died two years later in a car accident, she never called to tell me
about Cheryl," described Janet, "I'll never know if she was responding to
treatment, or dying.  But once I assumed her position as Dominatrix, she
never came back to reclaim her title or estate, which she gave to me as the
victor of her competition." 

	"I'm sorry, Mistress!" cried Cheryl, "you trained me properly, showed me
love and respect, yet I hurt you."

	"But you did not learn to accept your submission, Cheryl.  You failed to
understand what I taught you.  But worst of all, you used me in a manner
where I could not plead for mercy.  Do you understand the severity of your
mistake?" asked Janet.

	"Yes, Mistress, I'm sorry, I beg your forgiveness," sobbed Cheryl.

	The only sounds in the library were those of Cheryl softly crying and
Janet's labored breathing, caused by the beating of her slave.  Stephanie
and Tina both kept their eyes riveted on Janet, waiting for her response.

	"Do you now truly understand both what it means to place yourself in
submission Cheryl, and that the Domme is responsible for the safety and
well being of the submissive?" asked Janet.

	"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl, as she knelt on the carpet, "I'm sorry
for what I have done, for both misunderstanding my sister, and for what you
have taught me.  Please forgive me," begged Cheryl.

	Janet rested for a short while, and sipped at a glass of water that
Stephanie held for her. 

	"I forgive you, Cheryl.  Coming to terms with your sexuality can be very
difficult, especially submission.  I agonized for a long time about
enjoying my submission when I served Erica, and all the while she had a
plan for me to replace her."

	"Thank you, Mistress Janet."

	"Stephanie, I think I'm ready for bed now," painfully stated Janet, her
injuries catching up to her.

	"I'll always be your friend Janet.  Always."

	"Thank you, Stephanie."

Epilogue

Six Months Later

	The leather conference was in Los Angeles, and Janet and Stephanie had
decided to make a true vacation out of it.  They had taken Tina and Camille
with them, to make it a truly memorable experience.

	The conference was held over a weekend, and the four of them attended
numerous panels and discussions, and had played with many other Dommes and
their slaves.  They had filled a couple of suitcases with purchases of toys
to bring back home.

	Then they had gone to Disneyland, since Janet had never been to California
before.  They spent days there, with Janet determined to ride and see
everything.  In the hotel room, they had set the camera to take an
automatic picture of all four of them wearing fetish attire and Mouse ears.

	Before they left for home, there was one final duty to perform.  They had
driven to Santa Monica, to a quiet cemetery.  Purchasing flowers before
they entered, Janet remembered that Erica loved flowers.  There were always
fresh flowers in the house whenever Janet would serve her Mistress.

	The grave was a simple one, with the name "Alana Peters" 1957-1996
chiseled into the stone.  Janet and Stephanie placed the flowers into the
small cups near the grave.

	"She was my Domme, who I loved so much," said Janet, her voice choked with
sobs.

	"Mine too," added Stephanie, "I never knew that the Domme who saved me
from Lauren was the same person who I saved from that car wreck until you
told me.  Erica said that she had a secret, but never revealed it."

	"Why did Erica have to conceal everything?" asked Janet.

	"Perhaps she was insecure."

	"Maybe, we'll never know."

	Janet paused and closed her eyes, her lips moving silently.

	"What did you pray for?" asked Stephanie.

	"To tell Erica that I forgive her, in her journal she was torn with guilt
over what she was doing."

	"I think she would like that," said Stephanie.

	"I know she does, Stephanie.  Let's stay here a while, then go home."

	The four of them stayed in the cemetery in silence, seated on a stone
bench not far from Erica's grave.  Tears would fall from Janet's eyes as
she recalled Erica, and all of the things that had happened to her.

	"Are you all right?" asked Stephanie.

	"Fine, Stephanie, I'm all right.  And I know that Erica is at peace, too."

	After a time, they all returned to the car to leave.  But Janet couldn't
resist one last look at the site.

	'I'll always love you Erica,' Janet thought to herself.

	 

>From the Diary of Cheryl Branford
	It is now six months since I have left Connecticut, and serving Mistress
Janet.  And my life has been changed forever.
	My penalty for using Janet without a chance to plead for mercy was to
serve her for 24 hours a day, seven days a week, for a month.  Which I
readily agreed to.  My punishment, in addition to being used by Janet (once
she had recovered from my beating) and Tina, was to read my sister's entire
journal from start to finish.
	Mistress Janet offered to give me Erica's diaries but I refused, as she is
the one who Erica designated to have them.  But she did ask if I wanted a
copy of them, and I accepted.
	When I was set free to leave, Janet drove me to the airport and pressed an
envelope into my hand.  She said I would know when to open it.
	Two months after returning home, I passed a sex shop in San Francisco and
went inside.  I was immediately sexually excited by the scent of leather
and latex.
	When I went home, I opened the envelope.  Within was a list of Masters and
Mistresses, all friends of Janet in California.
	But the one I wanted was the first, Master Craig.  I called him, and have
been serving him for months now.  Every weekend I drive to Los Angeles
where he lives, and he uses me.  I wear his ring, collar, and ankle
bracelet.  And carry his love inside my heart.
	I went in search of my sister's sexuality to hurt her heir and replacement
and in the process I discovered my own submissive feelings.  I enjoy the
lash and crop, the ballgag and paddle.  Just as Janet told me, she
understood my own sexuality better than I do.  The feeling of freedom and
release when I submit to Craig, and when he takes me sexually I am
fulfilled.
	One day, I shall return to Greenwich and again place myself in submission
to Mistress Janet.  Only after I have served Craig and he allows my use by
another, for I am now his slave.
	There is no way that I can repay the agony that I placed Janet through in
the six months that she trained me, fearing the viper in her midst. 
Strangely, she bore me no ill will.  Instead, she made certain that I
understood the nature of Dominance and submission.
	As I sit here alone, writing my journal I feel a strange kinship with my
sister that I never had before.  Alana must have put herself though hell
making the decision to shed her life and become Erica.  I now partially
understand what she must have felt emotionally.
	I have asked Craig if I may wear Janet's ring on my hand also, and he has
agreed.  For Erica lives on in Janet, of that I am sure.
	In the last twelve months I have experienced the lash and the crop,
bondage, and the love of other women.  My body has been used in ways that I
never conceived even when I devised confronting Mistress Janet.
	In serving Craig I am happier than I have ever been before, a lover who
will place me on my knees or over his.  I go to work with a sore bottom,
and stripes under my designer suits.
	When I am naked and collared, and serving Craig, I am free for the first
time in my life.  For that I must thank Mistress Janet, who I shall forever
love as my first Domme.  Just as Janet, I believe, loved Mistress Erica.
	Mistress Janet confronted me with the truth about my submissiveness, which
I did not want to accept at first.  But now that I understand my sister, I
have also come to understand myself as well.


	The End