Janet in Training 11

Spring was giving way to summer, and the heat had begun to increase as the

days got longer. Winter coats were shed for lighter spring ones, then finally

for jackets and even going without. The heavy clothing of winter was gradually

being replaced as the seasons changed, and Janet watched as the trendy women

of Greenwich wore the newest fashions that season.

But not Janet, who would wear either a full blouse or dress, in order to conceal

the scars on her back. Unlike the scarlet letter of colonial times, Janet wore

hers on her back, and it was marked into her skin. Janet could only wonder about

the reaction that she would cause if she were to wear a tank top or something

else that exposed her back into a public place.

Going to the broker that day in Greenwich had been good. The market was up,

and all of her new picks had increased in value. She looked over the latest

copies of the printed report in his office, and marked some for sale that weren't

doing well, and new ones to buy. There was a calendar hung on his wall, from

some resort in the Caribbean. Janet stared at the picture of a couple in bathing

suits on a sailboat.

"Why don't you go on a trip there," suggested the broker, "you look like you

could use a vacation."

"No thanks," Janet answered, "too busy."

If the prospect of wearing a top that exposed her back in Greenwich was an

impossibility, she could only imagine what the reaction might be if she wore

a bikini to a beach. Or a regular suit. Even though the marks on her thighs

and bottom had faded, Janet was clearly marked, both internally and externally.

"All work and no play," said the broker, "makes one pretty stale."

"Have to work at this," confided Janet, "I have a reason."

"Whatever it is, it must be important," he said as Janet passed him her latest

decisions.

"You don't know how important," said Janet, "or the stakes involved."

"Well, good luck. Whatever the hell you're involved in," he said.

"Thanks," said Janet as she rose from her chair, folded the reports into her

briefcase, and pulled on her jacket.

"Why are you still wearing something so heavy?" he asked.

"Thin blood," said Janet on the way out.

It was a hot day, and Janet could feel that her blouse was already plastered

on her back by sweat. How she longed to rid herself of the jacket, and wear

something light and sexy. Instead, she felt like a Victorian walking around,

her body fully clothed and invisible.

After she had stowed away the reports in her safe deposit box, Janet decided

that it would be nice to walk around. She looked in the rich stores on the main

street in Greenwich, and the outside temperature increased as the day wore on.

It was going to be a hot early summer, and the fashions this year were going

to show a lot of skin.

"Janet?"

Janet turned around when she heard the unfamiliar voice at her back. There

was a girl standing there, a pretty brunette. Janet looked her over, and undressed

her with her eyes, wondering if she was someone's slave.

"Do I know you?" asked Janet.

"You took Lauren's continued punishment in my place in her house months ago,"

she said softly so that nobody else could hear, "my name is Myra."

"Oh," answered Janet, recognition dawning in her mind.

"I'm Rene's slave, but Lauren is free to use me whenever she desires. Which

is quite often," stated Myra.

"Let's walk," suggested Janet.

"Okay," answered Myra.

Janet continued her journey through Greenwich, with Myra at her side, about

half a pace behind her.

"How are you doing?" asked Janet.

"Rene and Lauren are harsh with their slaves. You already know that. I get

beaten horribly on a regular basis."

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing that I can do," said Janet, "I've already

felt Lauren's whip."

"I asked if I could be your slave. Do you remember?" asked Myra.

"Yes. I was lucky to make it home, and I was feverish and delirious for days.

I nearly died," grimly stated Janet.

"You infuriated Lauren by taking her punishment and surviving. She hates you,

and your former owner, Erica."

"I know," answered Janet.

"Please buy me and make me your slave, before she goes too far with me also,"

plead Myra, tears in her eyes.

Janet thought carefully before she answered.

"I can't, not yet. I'm sorry, Myra. I'm involved in something that Erica has

devised. Right now, I'm as much of a slave as you are," said Janet.

"Is that why Tiffany is always reading the financial papers, calling a broker

and buying stocks like mad?" asked Myra.

"Yes," cautiously answered Janet.

"She was boasting to Lauren yesterday that her total was over a million. Does

that mean anything to you?" asked Myra.

"Yes," answered Janet, "yes it does. Thank you."

"Mistress Janet, please! Buy me," begged Myra.

"It's not yet time, Myra. Please!" responded Janet.

"Yes, Mistress Janet. Whatever happens, good luck," said Myra, disappointment

clearly evident in her voice.

It took all of Janet's control to avoid breaking down as she walked back to

her car and away from Myra. The slave had taken an awful chance in talking to

her, and if her information was correct, then Janet was in real trouble. They

had both started out with a million dollars in stock. In the months since, with

the market up and down, Janet had finally reached back to her starting figure.

But if Tiffany were ahead, the tyranny of the calendar would be ticking away

the days until the end of her freedom. Her threat to place Janet in the Dungeon

was not an idle one.

Janet shed tears in her car, worrying about the future and what it might bring.

"Lunch, Mistress?" asked Tina when she returned home.

"Something light, Tina. I really don't feel like eating."

"Yes, Mistress Janet."

"Is Tiffany home, has she eaten?" asked Janet.

"Yes, Mistress, to both questions," answered Tina.

"Thank you, Tina."

Tina set a tray before her containing a salad, a cold soda, and a piece of

cake. Janet doubted that she could get any of it down, but she resolved to try.

Janet had never suffered from any of the problems of eating that beset other

women, but her stomach was now tied in knots at the information that she had

obtained.

Janet ate alone in the library, reading a book from the vast collection that

Erica had created. How had her owner managed to get such a library when she

had been so busy in the Dungeon?

"Hi there," said Tiffany, as she seated herself on the leather couch.

"Greetings," politely answered Janet.

"I'm having a good day. Want to go out?" offered Tiffany.

"No thanks," refused Janet, "we've already done that."

"Are you afraid that I'd take you to Lauren's again?" asked Tiffany.

"The thought had crossed my mind," politely answered Janet.

"Just out for a drive, that's all," answered Tiffany.

"I'd like to rest for a while. My slave Jessica is coming over tonight, so

I'd like to use the Dungeon this evening. Okay?" asked Janet.

"Sure, I'm going out tonight anyway, after I go shopping. I'm picking up a

diamond necklace today in town, costing plenty," boasted Tiffany.

"Really, how lucky of you," said Janet.

"Let's just say that I made some money lately, and now I want to spend it

on myself. Want to see a picture?" offered Tiffany.

"Sure."

Tiffany unfolded a picture that she had been carrying around in her shirt

pocket from the Times. It was a diamond necklace, all right, with a price in

five figures.

"Just make sure you keep it safe," said Janet, "you wouldn't want someone

to steal it from you."

"Yeah," said Tiffany when she departed the library.

Tiffany could not have hurt Janet more than if she had stabbed Janet with

a knife. First, the news from Myra and now Tiffany was spending a lot of money

on a necklace. What had seemed like such a good day in the morning was becoming

a disaster in the afternoon.

Leaving the tray in the library, she walked up to her bedroom, shed her shoes,

and looked forward to a few hours of blissful sleep. Before her session with

Jessica, who was her devoted slave and submissive.

Janet lay down on the bed and loosened her blouse and skirt. At least the

bedroom was a pleasant temperature. Not too hot or too cold, she thought.

When the alarm clock finally went off at 5 PM, it was a relief to awaken.

Janet swung her legs off the bed, and realized that she was covered in sweat.

Her clothes were soaked, as if she had been outside on an August day.

"Damn!" cried Janet, "shower time."

Janet stripped off her clothes, after having told Tina to keep her dinner

waiting for a while. She turned the shower up to hot, and jumped under the steaming

water, letting the stinging water wash away her sweat and the sour odor of her

perspiration. Soaping herself, she allowed herself the luxury of stimulating

herself orgasm in the shower. Which was something that she had ordered Jessica

not to do.

Her fingers massaged her sex, and her pussy hair, which had regrown since

Andrea was no longer shaving it. Tiffany had removed Erica's medallion, but

not the labia ring that it had been attached to.

She considered if she should order that Jessica should be shaved also as a

measure of her submission to Janet. When suddenly something clicked, and Janet

froze, dropping the soap bar onto the bathtub's floor.

"Idiot!" cried Janet, "Idiot!"

Just because the rules said that they couldn't seek advice from the brokers

that they had to deal with, didn't mean that they couldn't get it elsewhere.

Lauren was probably advising Tiffany, since Myra had told her what she had seen

in Lauren's house.

Janet had been working by herself, alone and terrified while investing in

the market. When someone else could have helped her. Like another broker, or

Jessica.

Jessica! Here she had one of the wealthiest women in the country as one of

her slaves, and she hadn't made the proper use of her. Sure, Jessica had shown

that she would lick her boots and pussy, and perform housework and endure the

whip. But would she serve as her advisor?

Janet had learned at Erica's feet that the purpose of a slave was to serve

her Mistress, no matter what the demand or circumstance. Erica and later Stephanie

had used her in many ways, but never intellectually. Perhaps it was time to

start.

Stephanie had once taken Janet to a party where the guests were all Dominatrices

and their slaves. She had met a wealthy woman who owned her own business, who

had told her that her slave was also her girl Friday. Blanca may not have wanted

to use a slave in her law office, but that didn't mean others would have the

same prohibition.

Quickly Janet got out of the shower, glad for the hot water that had reinvigorated

her. She toweled herself off, her skin still sweating from the sauna like conditions

of the shower that she had just taken. After drying herself, Janet dressed in

a blouse, jeans, and a pair of high heels.

'Not an elegant way to dress for dinner,' Janet thought, 'but I'll dress in

something more fitting before Jessica arrives.'

While she had barely been able to choke down lunch, she attacked the broiled

scallops like she had not eaten for a week. She drank sparingly of the white

wine, since she had to keep a clear head with Jessica. Tiffany had consumed

too much bourbon, and had fallen asleep with Tina locked in the cell. Janet

would do no such thing, and only drank the wine to enhance the meal, not to

get drunk.

Tina watched her Mistress eat, and smiled when she saw how Janet ate with

pleasure. Janet observed her, but kept silent about her idea for using Jessica.

Sitting at the table, Janet pondered what she was going to do with Jessica.

In the several weeks that she had been training her as a slave, Jessica had

been steadily brought along one step at a time. She had been divested of her

clothes, and forced to work alongside a Maid. She had been punished with ever

increasing severity with the whip and crop. Jessica had also been ordered to

contain herself, only being allowed to release herself upon Janet's orders.

The result was that Jessica was slowly being turned into a slave. With Janet

holding her strings as her puppeteer. Question was, had she been brought far

enough along to serve in this new capacity?

Janet would find out tonight and order Tina out of the Dungeon at the crucial

time. She didn't want Tina to find out about this, not yet. Not even Stephanie

should know.

"Thank you, Tina, that was an excellent dinner," complimented Janet.

"Thank you, Mistress," Tina replied.

"Is Tiffany gone?"

"She left when you were in the shower, Mistress."

"Excellent. Jessica will be here at 9 PM, so I'll dress myself before then.

The usual setup," ordered Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," answered Tina as she collected the dishes.

Just like the first evening when Jessica had arrived for her introduction

to bondage, Janet was nervous as hell. She had left Tina alone to dress in her

latex uniform, so that she could be shown of to Jessica. Meanwhile, Janet had

to dress herself in her leather outfit, and she was shaking like a leaf.

"Goddamn, Janet," she said aloud in front of her mirror, "a Mistress is supposed

to be supremely confidant and a goddess. Instead, you're shaking like a leaf.

So calm down!"

Janet had decided on something simple, given the sudden heat of spring. She

wore a black leather bodysuit over a pair of pantyhose, plus simple pair of

knee high boots. Admiring herself in the mirror, she loved the way the bodysuit

hugged all her curves.

She had tried wearing her leather catsuit around the house recently, and discovered

that it was already too warm to do so. When she finally took it off, it was

time for it to be cleaned. Janet had not even bothered to wear her rubber catsuit,

remembering the wrestling suit she had inherited from her brother.

She would get by the summer by wearing things that would let her skin breath,

at least partially. Janet heard a car crunch on the gravel outside, and looked

at the clock. It was already 9 PM, and her charge was arriving now!

Janet walked carefully from her bedroom and downstairs to the library. Janet

passed Tina in the hall, as she was going outside to collect Jessica from the

limo. It was a good thing that there was no carpeting anywhere in the mansion.

Walking in stiletto heels was dangerous enough already, and the sharp heels

would eventually destroy the carpet anyway.

She took one last look at herself in the library mirror, admiring her long

legs. Then she seated herself in the large leather chair and waited for the

night's activities to begin.

Tina brought in Jessica, and through the open window Janet could hear the

gravel crunch as the car pulled away. Jessica was wearing a simple white blouse,

skirt, and heels as Janet had ordered when she departed last Sunday. If she

had followed Janet's orders to the letter, then she would be wearing nothing

underneath.

"Remove her sunglasses, Tina," ordered Janet.

"Yes, Mistress."

When the glasses were removed, Jessica blinked her eyes in the sudden light.

She remained silent until her Mistress deigned to speak to her.

"Good evening, Jessica. I trust that you are eager to see your Mistress this

weekend," said Janet.

"Yes, Mistress Janet," answered Jessica.

"Then remove your clothes and let me see if you have obeyed your instructions

that I gave you on Sunday," ordered Janet.

Jessica began by unbuttoning the sleeves on her blouse, then unzipping her

skirt. Janet nodded in approval when she saw that Jessica had indeed followed

her orders, and wore no underwear. Instead, her female figure was well striped

by the accumulation of several weeks of Janet's discipline.

"Very nice, Jessica. In future, I may order you to wear something of mine

on yourself permanently. To remind you that I am your Mistress," described Janet.

"May I ask Mistress a question?"

"Go ahead," answered Janet.

"What would you have me wear?" asked Jessica.

"A locked chain around your waist, to start. Something that you couldn't remove

yourself. Then perhaps your labia might be pierced to contain a medallion proving

your slavery to me. You could even be tattooed or branded as a final mark of

ownership. Would you like to do something like that?" asked Janet.

"I don't know, Mistress. I'm still pretty scared," truthfully answered Jessica.

"Thank you for your honest answer, Jessica. Slaves aren't allowed to lie to

their Mistress. Tina, outfit her in collar, bracelets, blindfold, and ballgag,"

ordered Janet.

Jessica stood silently as Tina placed the instruments of bondage upon her,

standing stiffly and offering her limbs as the leather and steel enclosed them.

Janet watched quietly as her Maid took control of the situation, expertly confining

Jessica into slavery. Janet decided that next week Jessica would not even see

her Mistress upon entering the house. Much as Erica had done with Janet by handing

her over to Andrea upon entering her house.

When Tina was done, she locked Jessica's wrists behind her back. Then she

made her kneel onto the small carpet, and a leash was attached to her collar.

Tina then got a blindfold and ballgag from the desk, and in a few seconds Jessica

was rendered without sight or speech.

Janet noted that Jessica had eagerly opened her mouth when the gag was presented

to her. She had opened her mouth without hesitation and her lips enclosed the

red rubber ball. Jessica had gone from being reluctant about the gag to eager

in just a few weeks. She wondered just how much more eager she would become

in the future.

Tina had been ordered to take Jessica immediately to the Dungeon, then to

be locked by her collar chain to the wall. Then she was supposed to wait for

Janet to arrive after a period of time, so that Jessica would be mad with anticipation

to see her Mistress.

Once Jessica had been led away, Janet relaxed. Tiffany was away, and Janet

hoped that she wouldn't be interfering any time soon. The only problem was that

if she knew the identity of Janet's newest slave, which might cause problems

later.

The sudden electronic ring of the phone interrupted her thoughts.

"Hello?" asked Janet.

"Janet, hi, its Tiffany."

"What's up?"

"I'm calling to say that I'll be back on Monday. I'm going away with Lauren

for a trip," stated Tiffany.

"Thanks for calling," said Janet.

"Bye," said Tiffany, and the connection were severed.

Janet clutched the phone, convinced that finally the fates were on her side.

Her new slave, the market up and now Tiffany absent from the house.

"My luck has to turn sometime," said Janet to herself.

Janet let a full half-hour elapse, sure that this would be enough time to

drive Jessica mad with desire for her Mistress. She loved hearing the sounds

that her heels made as they clicked on the wooden floor as she made her way

to the Dungeon. The sounds echoed through the huge house, like the sounds of

a metronome.

Jessica was kneeling on a piece of carpet, her collar chained to the wall.

She remained bound in the same way as she had been in the library. Janet walked

to a chair that looked like a throne, and sat down. She motioned for Tina to

unlock Jessica and bring her over to Janet.

Tina complied, all without saying a word. Soon, Jessica was naked, bound,

and kneeling before her Mistress. Since she was blindfolded, she didn't know

who was in front of her.

Janet stood up, and placed her thumb and forefinger under Jessica's chin.

She made Jessica gradually raise her head, since it had been downcast towards

the floor. Then Janet began to play with Jessica's erect nipples, sometimes

pinching them between her fingers.

This had the effect of making Jessica moan from behind her gag. Just to make

her slave feel more helpless, Janet continued to pull and fondle her slave's

breasts. In time, Jessica became fully aroused.

Since she had already been a slave for several weeks, she knew to keep her

legs opened and her sex available. Once, she had forgotten, and Janet had quickly

and severely punished her with several stokes of the riding crop on her thighs.

This had left several red welts that had lasted a long time, and proved a good

reminder in her training.

Janet reached between Jessica's legs to her wet pussy, and began to fondle

her sex. Jessica moaned even more, and Janet pinched her clit just once. This

provoked a reaction whereby her entire body shook with desire.

Janet knew that her training of this slave had been entirely successful. Jessica

Danvers may have been a wealthy society woman, but inside she was a slave to

her desires, one of which was to be subject to a Mistress.

Janet removed her blindfold, but not her ballgag. Jessica blinked in the sudden

light, as Janet's Dungeon was kept well lit. Dark Dungeons were for gothic novels

in her opinion.

"Good evening, slave. I take it that you have been eagerly awaiting the pleasure

of your Mistress," said Janet.

Jessica nodded her head yes in reply, the rubber ball silencing her replies.

"Perfect. I can see by your body's reaction that you are ready to serve me."

Jessica nodded again.

"Excellent."

"Thank you, Mistress," gasped Jessica when her ballgag was removed.

"You're welcome, Jessica. Now we can begin. Something with the paddle, first.

Just to soften you up and get you in the proper frame of mind," suggested Janet.

Jessica was then locked over a leather-padded sawhorse. Her ankles were secured

by the D rings on her bracelets and locked to the legs on one side. Then her

torso was bent over the apex of the horse, and her wrist cuffs were similarly

locked on the other side.

The girl was quite vulnerable and exposed to what her Mistress would desire

for her use and discipline. Her hair had been gathered into a ponytail at Janet's

direction so that it would not interfere in any way. Janet did not want Jessica's

view to be blocked, nor did she want Jessica to inhale her loose hair. So she

has told Tina to bind it up before Jessica had been placed on the horse.

"Ready, slave?" asked Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," meekly replied Jessica.

Janet had a leather paddle in her hand, onto which she had sprinkled a few

drops of water. This had softened the leather, and would produce a nice sound

when it impacted on Jessica's bottom.

"Have you forgotten?" angrily demanded Janet.

"Thank you, Mistress, for what I am about to receive," quickly answered Jessica.

Jessica's reward was the first stroke with the paddle. Janet had delivered

a strong stinging blow that landed with a satisfying thwack on Jessica's behind.

Janet noted with approval how her buttocks shook with the impact, making them

bounce up and down.

"One," cried Jessica.

Janet delivered another stroke, this time to another part of Jessica's behind.

It landed with less force than the first, but still reddened the slave's skin.

"Two!"

The third was placed right on the area between her ass cheeks leading up to

her anus. Janet knew that every time that Jessica would be sitting down for

the next few days, she would be forced to think of her Mistress.

"Three!"

"Four."

Janet only wanted to deliver enough strokes to make Jessica's behind red and

sore, so that Jessica would have a reminder of the punishment that she had undergone.

Since this was the first time that Jessica had been bound over the horse, Janet

had finally satisfied Jessica's curiosity about what the horse was used for.

"Ten!" cried Jessica, the beginning of tears in her eyes.

Janet felt Jessica's reddened behind. The skin was warmed to the touch, and

Janet knew that she had accomplished her goal without punishing Jessica too

much. Ten strokes with the paddle and a red behind were enough to introduce

Jessica to the horse for today.

"Thank you, Mistress," sobbed Jessica when no further strokes with the paddle

were forthcoming.

Next time, Janet would use her hand instead of the paddle. This little change,

from using an instrument to her own flesh, would show Jessica a certain intimacy

with her Mistress that the impersonal leather did not possess.

Janet did not have to explore Jessica's sex to know that she was already wet

and excited. She knew that even before they had started for the night. No, Janet

now had to make Jessica become ever more stimulated before she would be allowed

to cum.

"Tina, release her please," ordered Janet.

When Jessica had been released from the horse, she stood in silence directly

in front of Janet. Janet had not ordered her to be placed into another form

of bondage, but merely was waiting to direct her slave with a new and confusing

order.

"Jessica!" said Janet sharply.

"Yes, Mistress," she quickly answered.

"Since you have already been my slave for a fairly long period of time, in

my opinion you are now ready to select your own punishment," said Janet.

"Mistress?" asked a puzzled Jessica.

"You may go to the cabinet and select the instrument that I will use on you

next. Just don't take all evening."

Confused and baffled from Janet's latest order, Jessica walked uncertainly

over to the open cabinet where the instruments of the Dungeon were located.

Inside were all of the things that were meant to be used on a slave girl, at

the choice of her Mistress.

It was therefore quite strange that Janet would give her slave the choice

of what would be used on her next. It was quite a painful decision for a slave

girl to have to make.

Jessica would pick up and handle the whip, riding crop, flogger, and other

instruments. All of which Janet had used on her in the preceding weeks, as Jessica

descended deeper and deeper into slavery.

She finally chose a long sinuous black leather whip, one that had been used

on her many times before. Janet had told Tina earlier to make certain that all

of the instruments were to be cleaned and oiled for tonight, else Tina would

have to endure a special ordeal. Tina had obeyed, and all of the leather things

within had been polished and shined under the lights.

Jessica then removed the whip, walked slowly over to Janet, and knelt before

her, presenting Janet with the thing that she had chosen.

"Thank you, Jessica. I'm that that I can make your choice of the whip worthwhile,"

said Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," answered Jessica as Janet removed the coiled whip from her

hands.

"Tina, chain Jessica up from the ceiling by her wrists and lock her ankles

with a spreader bar," ordered Janet, "I want her completely vulnerable to me."

"Yes, Mistress."

Janet sat down in her chair, and waited for Tina to complete her directed

task. She felt the whips surface on her fingers, enjoying the sensual experience

of the oiled leather. Tina had done an excellent job with the whip, and it was

truly in excellent condition. Perhaps Tina would be its next target soon!

Janet was in no hurry. In comparison to Tiffany, who rushed through her discipline

with her slaves, Janet knew that the longer the expectation, the greater the

climax that the slave would experience upon release. Which would please both

slave and Mistress, and keep the slave coming back for more!

Jessica was restrained from the ceiling with her wrist bracelets locked together,

and her legs kept apart by the spreader bar. She was totally exposed to whatever

cruelties that her Mistress would desire to inflict upon her.

Mistress Janet rose slowly from her chair, her long beautiful legs encased

in black hose. The skin from her waist to her feet was covered by the sheer

weave, and showed every muscle of her lovely legs. Seeing herself in the mirror,

Janet resolved that she wouldn't wear boots again so often. Janet decided that

she would display her legs from now on!

The Mistress coiled the whip with her two hands and presented the handle of

woven leather to Jessica's red lips. Jessica kissed the handle without having

been ordered to, since she already knew what Janet expected of her.

"Thank you, Mistress, for the punishment that I am about to receive," said

Jessica, as she restrained a sob.

"You're welcome, slave."

Janet uncoiled the whip, and delivered a mild stroke that curled around Jessica's

exposed body. The tip landed with a moderate impact, and when it struck Jessica's

breast, she shook her head from side to side, trying to deny the emotions and

feelings that the whip generated within her.

"Thank you, Mistress!" cried Jessica.

When Janet had been whipped for the first time, she had protested that nice

girls didn't get whipped. True, Erica had pointed out. Slave girls got whipped,

and that was what Jessica had become by now. Horrified and attracted by the

discipline that she was now receiving from her Mistress.

The whip struck again, with the tip landing between Jessica's breasts. Jessica's

reaction was to moan and cry.

"Don't you want to count the strokes?" asked Janet.

"No, Mistress," cried Jessica.

"Would you rather be gagged?"

"Yes, Mistress," Jessica begged.

Deciding that it would be more personal if she gagged Jessica herself, Janet

got the gag from Tina. She walked over to Jessica, and presented the object

to her slave.

"Is this what you want?" asked Janet.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Then you shall have it, slave," said Janet.

Jessica opened her mouth, and Janet pushed the red rubber ball inside, drawing

the straps around to the back of the neck. Jessica bowed her head to assist

Janet as the buckle was drawn tight and closed, with her bound hair nicely out

of the way. The rubber ball was deep inside her mouth, and Jessica would never

be able to displace it.

Janet had told Jessica the previous week that the pain and the pleasure of

being whipped would be intensified if she wore the ballgag. Jessica had remembered

what her Mistress had told her, and desired the experience.

Her discipline continued with a slow, steady series of strokes. Janet wanted

to insure that Jessica's entire skin would slowly heat up under the repeated

impacts of the whip. She was striking her charge with impacts barely hard enough

to mark, but she knew that Jessica was experiencing both agony and ecstasy at

the same time.

Janet kept the pace of her strokes, pausing after every series of ten had

been properly delivered. She watched as Jessica's skin was slowly marked with

a thin tracery of fine lines from the whip.

"Enjoying yourself?" asked Janet.

"Mmmmph!" answered Jessica.

Janet decided to stop, and check on what she had accomplished. Jessica's skin

was warm to the touch, with an almost electric excitement pulsating through

her body. Jessica's nipples were fully erect and her sex was completely wet

from her discipline. The gag was having the effect of preventing her from begging

for her punishment to stop.

"Jessica, since you can't plead for mercy with the gag in your mouth, I'm

going to give you a coin. I want you to hold this in your fingers. If the pain

gets too intense, or I hurt you too much, I want you to release the coin. Understand?"

Jessica nodded her understanding, and Janet placed a dollar-sized casino token

between the thumb and fingers of Jessica's left hand. Jessica held the coin

tightly, not wanting to release it by accident.

With the gag still between Jessica's teeth, Janet then proceeded with her

discipline. As before, she began slowly. Jessica's skin had not really cooled

down, and she was charged like an erotic battery that her Mistress was in control

of. Janet would decide when she would discharge this particular battery!

Janet delivered the next series of strokes with a little more force than the

previous ones. The marks on Jessica's body were more pronounced, and would last

longer. Surely Jessica knew that if her body were to be whipped longer, her

marks would remain for quite some time.

"Jessica," said Janet, "look at yourself in the mirror! Are you sure that

you want me to continue marking you with the whip!" demanded Janet.

Jessica nodded her head yes in response to her Mistresses demand.

"I hope that you're not planning on going on a cruise or swimming then, because

your whip marks will be a little hard to explain," stated Janet.

Jessica repeated nodding her head yes.

"Then we shall continue, slave," said Janet coldly.

Janet wondered just how Jessica must have been coping with her tribulation.

Jessica was still fairly new, yet she was now proving to Janet that she was

capable of great endurance in accepting the whip from her Mistress.

'Damn it,' thought Janet, 'drop the coin!'

Janet suddenly placed herself back in Lauren's house, helpless as she was

whipped into unconsciousness. The room swayed and distorted, even though it

was brightly lit. She saw Lauren's leering sadistic face, then Sabrina and Myra.

'Myra,' thought Janet, 'where are you now?'

'Buy me please?' begged Myra, 'please?'

Janet's nightmare was suddenly ended when she heard the sound of the coin

dropping to the floor and giving off a sharp ring when it struck the stone floor.

"Very good," said Janet as she struggled to regain her composure.

Janet stopped her use of the whip, and realized that during the entire flashback

to her ordeal with Lauren she had continued to whip Jessica like a robot. It

had only been the sound of the coin falling that had stopped her from continuing

to whip Jessica past her endurance.

Before the evening had started, Janet had decided that she would torment her

slave three times tonight before letting her finally cum in a rush of orgasms.

But since Jessica had already undergone so much discipline already, and she

was quite clearly ready, now was the time to let her release.

"Tina, take her down and place our guest in the special chair. Don't remove

her gag just yet," Janet ordered.

Jessica was placed on a special wooden chair, with a hole in the center. It

was on a special platform that was elevated over a foot off the floor. Her wrists

were locked behind her back, and her ankles were locked to the chair's legs.

Under the hot lights, Janet saw that her slave had taken a large amount of strokes.

Her skin was covered with the whip marks that she would carry for some time.

It was now time to release the battery that Janet had been charging all night!

Janet walked over to the cabinet and chose a modest sized white vibrator.

While the sex shops were full of monster dildos, they were only for show. Using

this on Jessica would make her slave eager to have one, once she had been wracked

by orgasm after orgasm!

"Ever use one of these?" asked Janet as she displayed the vibrator to her

bound captive.

Jessica shook her head from side to side, saying no.

"Good. Then I'm sure that you'll enjoy it, slave."

Janet flicked the switch on, and felt the gentle buzzing of the vibrator.

She knew that since Jessica was now fully excited by her punishments, Jessica

would experience a massive series of orgasms.

Reaching under the chair, she pushed the white vibrator up through the hole

inside Jessica's sex. Janet had to bend down to get under the seat so that she

would have the leverage to insert the vibrator deeper inside Jessica.

Once Janet had pushed it inside, Jessica instantly began to buck and moan.

Janet did not even have to thrust the shaft in and out, as Jessica would raise

and lower herself onto the vibrator. With Jessica already primed, the slave

was quite ready and eager for release.

Janet had found the chair in a storeroom, and had guessed instantly what it

could be used for. She had been disappointed that Erica had not used it on her!

"Now!" ordered Janet as Jessica impaled herself on the plastic shaft.

Jessica's body was wracked with pleasure as the waves of orgasms flooded over

her, making her moan and cry from behind her gag. She bit onto the rubber, and

it's presence in her mouth helped to make the climaxes even more intense, since

the power of speech had been removed from her!

Janet thrust the vibrator again and again, each time making sure that her

slave experienced one orgasm after another, until they began to come fewer and

fewer. Janet wanted her to be exhausted and to spend herself completely before

she was released from the chair.

Janet and the vibrator were unwinding all of the pent-up energy that Jessica

had been keeping. Finally, Jessica slumped in fatigue after she had climaxed

again and again. It was finally time, since Jessica had experienced the release

that she had come to a Mistress for.

"Tina, release her. Jessica, I want you on the carpet, knees apart," ordered

Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," said Tina.

Still gagged, Jessica kneeled on the carpet in front of the throne like chair.

Not certain about her hands, she placed them on her knees, awaiting further

instructions from Janet.

"Tina, could you leave us, please?" asked Janet.

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

Every time that Tina had assisted Janet, she had been there the entire time,

from beginning to end. Now she was being asked to leave, and she couldn't understand

why.

"Tina! Don't make me have to repeat an order again!" angrily said Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," answered Tina, who turned on her heels and left the Dungeon.

'Tina I'm sorry I had to do that,' thought Janet, 'but I'll explain after

this is all over.'

Janet stood up from her chair and walked over to Jessica, who knelt awaiting

the next move of her Mistress. Janet unbuckled the ballgag, and held it in her

hands, wrapping the leather strap around her fingers. The ball was wet with

Jessica's drool, and glistened in the Dungeon's bright lights.

"Thank you, Mistress," panted Jessica.

"You're welcome, slave. Did you enjoy your discipline tonight?"

"Yes Mistress."

"You know, you won't be able to go swimming in a public place with your skin

like that," stated Janet.

"I own a small island in the Caribbean where I vacation privately, usually

without clothing anyway. Perhaps you would care to join me?" asked Jessica.

"Thank you. Your offer is most kind," Janet replied.

"I could even have a small Dungeon built to satisfy your needs," offered Jessica.

"I can dominate you without a Dungeon, just as I did with a girl recently

in Manhattan. One doesn't always need a Dungeon in the basement, you know. Just

a skilled Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress Janet," answered Jessica.

"In two of your last responses, you failed to address me with my proper title

of Mistress. Was that a deliberate omission, or just an accident?" asked Janet.

"An accident, Mistress Janet, please! Don't punish me again," plead Jessica.

Janet knew that Jessica's skin and loins were on fire, and she was now ready

for the request that she would make of her.

"Slave Jessica," Janet began, "I know that you are one of the most prominent

people in Greenwich. You are in the society columns, and are from one of the

oldest families in the nation."

"You forgot to say that I am also one of the richest people in the area, Mistress.

Do you want something financial from me?" asked Jessica.

"Beyond the gift that you agreed upon with Mistress Stephanie, no. I have

a quite different problem that I require help with."

"I don't understand, Mistress?" answered Jessica, puzzlement in her voice.

"I posses a certain financial account containing stocks the value of which

must increased by a certain date, otherwise consequences of which would be disastrous

to me personally. Since you are an expert in the field of finance, I require

the assistance of my slave to help me. Will you do so?" asked Janet.

Jessica was silent for a few moments before responding.

"Why can't you merely add money to the account, Mistress?" asked Jessica.

"For reasons that I cannot discuss, I can only withdraw, not add, money. I

have withdrawn nothing so far," said Janet.

Suddenly the photograph of the diamond necklace that Tiffany had purchased

came into her mind. Tiffany must have been quite certain of her victory to cash

in some of her gains to buy something like that. She certainly could not afford

it on the allowance that they were granted each month by Blanca and the will!

"I think I understand, Mistress."

"Will you help me?" asked Janet, who resisted the temptation to get down on

her knees and prostrate herself in front of her slave.

"Yes, Mistress. I will serve as your advisor in whatever capacity you will

need me," Jessica answered.

"Thank you. Can we meet at the Stone Bank in Greenwich at 10 AM Monday to

begin? I have my records stored there," said Janet.

"Not at home, Mistress?" asked Jessica.

"For reasons I cannot discuss, I can't keep my records at home," stated Janet,

"and you must not tell anyone about this! Not your family or friends, or even

Tina. It must be a secret between us," implored Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," answered Jessica, "I shall serve you in any way that I can.

You said that you owned me totally, and you do. Forever."

'I hope so,' thought Janet, 'I hope you're right.'

* * * * *

Janet led Jessica to her bedroom, since it was now time for the slave to satisfy

her Mistress. Since Jessica had been a slave, Janet had edged her ever closer

to the idea that one day she would have to service her Mistress.

Janet angrily remembered that she had served Stephanie and not Erica first,

when she had been loaned to the other Mistress during her training period. She

had longed to satisfy her Mistress, but that had been denied her, perhaps by

design. In her own training of new slaves, Janet had decided that they would

serve her first!

Leading Jessica up from the Dungeon by a leash, with Jessica's hands locked

behind her, Janet was angry to find that Tina was not standing outside the door

waiting for her. Could she have been that mad? Janet resisted the temptation

to go and find her, since Tina was probably in her servant's room. She had to

continue with Jessica, since this would further bond her slave to her.

Next week, when they would be in the house without Jessica present, Janet

would punish Tina for her insolent behavior. Janet would make certain that Tina

would not misbehave again. Even if she was not allowed to know what was really

going on.

"Come along, Jessica," said Janet as she pulled the girl along by her leash.

When they arrived upstairs, Janet immediately unlocked the leash from Jessica's

collar. She then unlocked Jessica's wrists from behind her back, freeing her

hands.

"Use the bathroom and clean yourself," directed Janet to an empty bedroom,

"make yourself ready for your Mistress."

While Jessica cleaned herself in the bedroom next to Janet's, Janet entered

her own. She had expected that Tina would have cleaned Jessica up and prepared

her. Instead, Jessica had to do so herself. This was no way for a slave to see

another behave!

After Jessica had indicated that she was ready, Janet led her into her bedroom

and indicated that she should kneel on the floor. Janet then locked her collar

to a chain connected to the ringbolt set in the wall.

Janet then placed her foot on a chair and first removed one of her high-heeled

shoes, then the other. The she unzipped the leather bodysuit, and gently pulled

the leather off, since it had conformed to the contours of her body. Now standing

only in her sheer pantyhose, she stripped them off slowly.

Janet went into the bathroom, and freshened herself. She still had a faint

aroma of the leather that she had worn for so long, and it clung to her like

a perfume.

Emerging naked, she removed a riding crop from the dresser drawer, and sat

down on the side where she had chained Jessica. Janet opened her legs, and held

the crop in her two hands.

"Service me, Jessica," ordered Janet, "or the crop awaits."

Jessica promptly buried her face between Janet's legs, and Janet responded

by opening her legs even more to accommodate the slave's ministrations. Janet

was surprised how eagerly Jessica meant to please her, as her labia and clit

were sucked and tongued by Jessica.

Janet tried to contain herself, but she was happy about everything, except

for Tina's sulk, that had happened tonight. She had enlisted her slave as an

ally, and had whipped her into a sexual frenzy. Now she was enjoying the fruits

of her labors as her devoted slave was satisfying her in return!

Janet moaned with pleasure as she first orgasm hit her, wondering just how

Jessica had learned to satisfy another woman like that. She had not asked her

about her sexual experiences, which was something that she was supposed to do

before it got this far with a slave.

It was evident that Jessica was already experienced in this matter, and needed

no additional training in how to satisfy her Mistress! Janet cried with pleasure

as she dragged her slave into her bed, and attacked her all night. The next

day, the sheets were a mess!

* * * *

The weather was warm outside the Stone Bank as Janet drove up in her Toyota.

She had worn a blouse with long sleeves and a denim skirt, plus a pair of normal

high heels. She looked at her watch and fretted. Would Jessica really show up?

Janet wished she had a cigarette, but she had quit years ago.

Jessica Danvers shortly drove up in a new blue Lincoln. She was dressed in

a smart business suit, and carried a purse and a briefcase.

"Good morning," greeted Janet.

"Good morning, Mistress," greeted Jessica.

"Thank you for coming," said Janet.

"I'm your devoted slave," said Jessica, "now can we begin?"

"Yes, of course."

They entered the bank and the safe deposit area. Janet withdrew her box, and

they repaired to the little locked alcove to examine its contents.

"Here's the current holdings," said Janet as she passed the list to Jessica.

"Thank you, Mistress," said Jessica softly.

Jessica looked at the list, reading over the individual stocks and the amounts

that Janet possessed and their monetary value at the date of the latest statement.

"This must be increased by a certain date. Is that correct?" asked Jessica,

"Mistress?"

"Yes. But I can't tell you why."

"How long do you have left, Mistress?"

"Less than three months," said Janet.

"Then we'll just have to find better stocks for you to buy, that's all, Mistress,"

said Jessica, "I noticed an investment counter outside. Mind if I get us some

help?"

"Go ahead," ordered Janet.

Jessica opened the folding door, and motioned for the clerk. She asked for

the person at the counter to join them immediately. The clerk made a call, and

the person from the investment counter virtually ran to see them.

"I need a complete price history on this portfolio of every stock for the

last ten years, plus P/E ratios and any corporate news, good or bad, in the

last year," ordered Jessica.

"When would you like this?" asked the woman.

"Yesterday," stated Jessica.

The woman almost ran away from them to get back to her counter, the list firmly

clutched in her hand.

"You didn't tell her your name," said Janet.

"I don't have to. In Greenwich, everyone already knows me, Mistress."

Janet realized that she may have held the power of the whip in her House,

but here Jessica held the power of the purse.

In minutes, the woman returned with a stack of laser printouts that were still

warm to the touch. Jessica grabbed them, and opened a cellular phone from her

purse.

"Time to get to work, Mistress," said Jessica as she punched in some numbers.

In all, they spent almost an hour in the bank together. Nobody bothered them

in the cubicle, and twice Jessica asked to use the bank's phone. Janet was amazed

that they let her make two long distance calls without protest.

When they finally left, Janet had a list of stocks to buy and sell, and a

great feeling of confidence for the first time since this nightmare had begun.

"I'm impressed at the way they treated you there. Nobody asked your name,

and you had the run of the bank's services. Your name must really carry a lot

of weight in Greenwich," said Janet.

"More than that, Mistress," began Jessica, "did I mention that I was the largest

stockholder in Stone bank?"

Janet had to calm herself down before she drove to her broker with the new

list. Jessica was a type A driven personality, a ruthless businesswoman who

controlled vast wealth. Yet she found sexual fulfillment by submitting herself

to a Mistress that kept her naked and in chains, doing the work of a domestic!

* * * *

Tiffany and Janet sat together in the library, with Tiffany poring over Erica's

book of slaves. She leafed through the pages, seeing each girl's file and other

information.

"It's just a pity that we didn't find it sooner," said Tiffany.

"Erica was rather clever about the way she hid it. You would think that she

deliberately wanted us to wait nearly a year before we discovered it," ventured

Janet.

"There you go again. Anyway, now that we've finally got the book, I'm going

to see if I can find if any of these will serve me," said Tiffany.

"You mean us, don't you," added Janet.

"Not for long."

"Whatever happened to that girl you were using, Denise?" asked Janet.

"She couldn't stand up the rigors of being a slave," answered Tiffany.

"Perhaps you were treating her too harshly at first," criticized Janet.

"Bitch."

"Thanks, Tiffany. That's the nicest thing that anyone's said to me lately.

I'm going for a walk outside. Please tell me if Lauren is coming over so I can

hide the silverware. Bye."

Janet walked outside the library, closing the outside door before Tiffany,

already angry, could throw something. There was something different about her

now, and the earlier confidence and arrogance had vanished. Instead, she acted

impatiently and often impulsively. Just to annoy her, Janet had taken to watching

the nightly financial news after the market closed.

The garden was about the only restful place on the estate. With an angry Tiffany

and a jealous Tina, Janet felt pressured from all sides. At least there was

no pressure from Jessica and Stephanie. Jessica had proven to be both a joy

as a slave and an efficient financial advisor. Her portfolio had grown, and

everything was doing well.

But at the same time, Tina had steadily grown jealous of the attention that

Janet had been showing towards Jessica. From that day when she had been asked

to leave the Dungeon so that Janet could discuss her needs in private with Jessica,

Tina had become progressively harder to handle.

Walking in the garden made her realize that she had been neglecting Tina,

when the girl actually wanted was both the attention and the lash of her Mistress.

She had seen the look of envy on Tina's face towards Jessica when they were

forced to work together in the house.

Janet did not have anything planned for tonight. An earlier engagement had

collapsed, leaving her with an opening for this evening.

"Well, Tina, you wanted the attention of your Mistress," she said aloud to

herself, "you've got it."

Janet remembered an old saying that her parents had taught her: be careful

what you wish for, you might get it!

Dinner that night was a cold affair, at least in the beginning. Tiffany and

Janet had dined together, and much to Janet's surprise, suddenly took an active

interest in the running of the House. It was actually nice to talk to Tiffany,

just like old times before Erica's legacy had actually divided them.

Janet wondered what reason if any to use when she would drag Tina down to

the Dungeon. What Tina required was something more that just a few strokes with

the riding crop. No, this demanded something a little more intense that would

serve to remind Tina that she belonged to Janet and would have to obey her orders.

When Tina rolled in a trolley containing coffee and cake into the library

Janet knew that it was now time to start the action with her maid.

Tiffany was seated in a chair, idly using the remote control to flip through

the channels on the television.

"Come here, Tina," ordered Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," replied Tina.

Tina stood in silence in front of Janet, awaiting her next command.

"Raise your uniform," coldly ordered Janet.

Tina pulled the hem of her uniform upwards, to expose her bare behind. Janet

noticed that she did not have any recent marks on her. Had she really been neglecting

Tina that much? No wonder Tina was feeling jealous!

"Over my knee," ordered Janet.

Tiffany had lost interest in the television, preferring to watch as Janet

prepared to discipline Tina. She clicked the remote off, and decided to stay.

Since Tina was off limits to her, that was all she could do.

Tina lay on Janet's knees, her upraised naked pink bottom ready for punishment.

Janet loved the feeling of power and control that she had over Tina, and she

was sorry that she had been neglecting her. Janet resolved that once this was

all over, she would devote more time to Tina. Providing that she was the victor,

of course.

"Would you like a paddle or crop?" asked Tiffany.

"No thank you, Tiffany. The flat of my hand will be quite sufficient," answered

Janet.

Janet began to spank Tina with a steady series of blows that made her bottom

bounce with every impact. She wanted this spanking to merely be a prelude for

later events in the evening.

Tina's behind soon became red, and this immensely aroused Janet. Janet felt

the heat of Tina's punished skin as she continued the spanking. Janet knew that

the spanking had immensely aroused Tina, but she only wanted to take it so far.

"Thank you, Mistress," cried Tina when Janet ceased suddenly.

"You may get up now, and serve us coffee," ordered Janet.

Tina stood up from Janet's knees, and pulled down the hem of her rubber outfit.

The she proceeded to serve both Janet and Tiffany as if nothing had happened.

Janet noted that Tina seemed a little more attentive, a little more eager

to please than she had been in several weeks. She resolved to keep a crop nearby

to give Tina the occasional stroke to remind her of her place in the House.

"Had some fun?" asked Tiffany.

"I believe that I've been neglecting her lately. That will change," said Janet.

"Good," agreed Tiffany.

When Tina had finished doing the dishes, she was startled to find Janet waiting

silently behind her.

"Mistress!" cried Tina, "I didn't know you were there."

"Perhaps you should be more attentive next time," answered Janet.

"Yes, Mistress."

"I want to see you downstairs in the Dungeon tonight at 9 PM, naked and waiting

for me on the carpet. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," replied Tina.

"You've been a bad girl lately, and don't think I haven't noticed. It's time

that I started to correct your behavior," stated Janet.

"Thank you, Mistress," Tina answered.

"Good," said Janet as she departed.

Janet decided to wear the rubber dress that she had bought on her city trip,

months ago. Janet pulled it on, and zipped herself up in the mirror. True, it

would be hot and sweaty inside. But that would only make her more driven to

put Tina in her place.

"You look very nice," offered Tiffany.

"Thank you," replied Janet, "are you going out tonight?"

"No, I was planning on staying in. I see that you're already dressed for the

evening."

"Yes."

"I won't join you in the Dungeon. After all, two's company, and three's a

crowd," said Tiffany.

"Thank you," answered Janet.

"Have a nice time," said Tiffany, "I'm going to have a bath."

"Enjoy yourself," replied Tiffany as she walked towards her own bedroom.

Janet could not contain her desire by the time that she entered the Dungeon.

On the small circular carpet was Tina, naked and kneeling. Her hands rested

on her opened knees, and Janet could see that Tina had been expecting her.

"Good evening, Tina," greeted Janet.

"Good evening, Mistress," said Tina in return.

"I've been very disappointed in you lately, Tina. Ever since Jessica has come

into this house, you've been jealous of her. Though to your credit, you haven't

abused your privilege with her by unnecessarily using the crop. That has to

stop, and stop now!"

"Yes, Mistress Janet."

Because of that, I'm going to have to give you a little punishment that you'll

never forget, so that you'll remember that you are one of my slaves also."

"Yes, Mistress, please?"

"Please what?" asked Janet.

"Punish me, Mistress."

"I want you to collar and bracelet yourself, since by the time we leave here,

your skin is going to be covered in stripes."

Tina rose and opened the cabinet where she had stored the things that Janet

had mentioned. In a few moments, she had locked then upon herself, as Janet

had ordered, and was again kneeling on the carpet.

"Hold out your hands," Janet ordered.

Tina did so, and Janet locked the wrist cuffs together. Then she pulled Tina

to her feet, over to the waiting horse. This was a different one than the padded

one that she usually used. This one was quite sturdy, made of solid wood in

the shape of an A. In the center, sticking up from the polished dark wood, was

a rubber dildo.

"I want you to climb up onto the horse, and you know where to place the dildo,"

ordered Janet.

Tina did as she was instructed, throwing her leg over the wooden surface while

she climbed up onto the horse. Her entire weight would be resting on her sex,

which would be impaled by the dildo. Tina raised herself up, then slowly lowered

herself upon the erect shaft. She moaned when it entered her sex, while she

seated herself on the horse.

"That's good, Tina," said Janet.

Janet locked Tina's wrists together behind her back, then locked her ankles

to chains on either side of the horse. Then she unlocked Tina's wrists in front,

then locked them again behind her back to a ceiling chain that hung nearby.

The chain was connected to a motor in the ceiling, so that when Janet activated

it, Tina was slowly pitched forward. This increased the weight on her sex, pushing

the dildo deeper within her.

"Ooooh!" Tina cried.

Janet then removed a crop from the cabinet, flexing it with her two hands.

"Thank you, Mistress," said Tina

"Thank me afterwards, when your skin is red and pained," cautioned Janet.

Janet began to strike Tina with the crop, the small tip at its end leaving

a small red mark wherever it landed. Tina, held fast on the horse, could only

moan whenever the crop struck her.

She next struck at the outside of Tina's legs at first. Then she gradually

moved upwards, striking Tina's breasts. Each stoke left a red mark, and made

her breasts bounce a little, and Janet found that very attractive.

Bound as she was, Janet did not want to strike Tina so hard that she might

lose her balance. Rather Janet wanted Tina to remain on the horse, with her

sex invaded by the dildo.

Janet did not have to check if Tina was wet. That was obvious by the way she

moaned when the crop struck her flesh. Tina was now being properly punished

for the first time in months, and Janet realized the mistakes that she had made!

"Enough," stated Janet, once she was satisfied that Tina was now ready for

her next ordeal.

Janet placed the crop under her arm as she unlocked Tina from the horse. Perhaps

she should have used the horse last, rather than as the first item of punishment.

Regardless, when Tina dismounted the horse, her flesh was already marked nicely.

The dildo was wet, and reflected the Dungeon lights. Janet had prepared for

this, and had brought a small basin of water and a wash cloth with her.

"Tina, clean yourself, but you are not allowed to cum!" ordered Janet.

"Yes, Mistress, ohhhh!" cried Tina when she placed her hand into the water.

As a further vexation, Janet had filled the basin with ice cubes and water,

so that it was quite cold. Janet knew that this would put out the fires in Tina's

loins quite fast!

Tina cleaned herself without protest, and Janet roughly inspected her to make

certain that she had done a good job. Her cunt was clean of her juices, and

the skin was cold to the touch. Tina moaned when the warm fingers of her Mistress

probed her sex.

"Very good, slave," said Janet approvingly.

"Thank you, Mistress."

"And now the whip," stated Janet.

Tina stood unemotionally as Janet secured her wrists and ankles to spreader

bars that would make her vulnerable to discipline. Her bare feet were standing

on the stone floor, as Janet had not ordered her to wear shoes this evening.

"I do love you," said Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," answered Tina.

Then Janet struck with the whip, stroke after stroke landing on Tina's already

punished skin. Janet did not even try to direct the whip, letting it fall wherever

it would. Instead, she wanted it to leave stripe after stripe on Tina's figure.

The whip wrapped itself around Tina's curves, and Janet remembered that she

had not whipped Tina so hard for quite some time. Just for effect, she cracked

the whip against empty air, like some western movie. But she would always return

to using the whip on Tina, making her moan and cry within her bonds.

"Thank you, Mistress," cried Tina when Janet temporarily stopped.

"You're welcome," said Janet.

Janet removed a small metal box from the cabinet. She walked over to Tina,

and opened the box for her slave to see inside. Tina moaned when she saw the

contents.

"Clamps," said Janet.

Janet first applied one to Tina's right nipple, making her moan. When the

other was fixed onto her, Tina moaned again. Janet then applied two more, onto

the outer lips of her sex. Tina reacted violently, shaking her chains in protest.

To further test her, Janet then inserted two of her fingers inside Tina's

slit. The girl was wet again, just like she had been on the horse!

"You're a real bondage slut," said Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," agreed Tina, "I'm a bondage slut."

"What do sluts like you deserve?" asked Janet.

"To be whipped, Mistress," cried Tina in response.

"Very well," said Janet as she again picked up the whip.

The experience of being whipped while the clips upon her breasts and sex drove

Tina to even greater heights of agony. Every time that the whip struck her flesh,

Tina moaned with both agony and ecstasy at the same time.

Janet continued, carefully counting the strokes, never hitting hard enough

to break the skin. Pausing to touch Tina's skin, she found that the whip warmed

her slave's skin. Janet carefully counted each series of strokes, wondering

when Tina would use up her capacity to absorb discipline.

Tina would long carry reminders of this night on her skin and hopefully in

her soul, thought Janet.

Just before Janet was going to stop anyway, Tina suddenly cried out.

"Mercy, Mistress, please, mercy!" sobbed Tina.

Tears ran down Tina's cheeks, streaking her makeup. Her body was thoroughly

covered by a fine tracery of welts that the whip had left behind.

"Very good, Tina. Now you may kiss the whip," ordered Janet.

"Thank you, Mistress," said Tina as she carried out Janet's orders. Her lips

embraced the whip handle as even as tears continued to flow from the corners

of her eyes.

"I don't want to have any further trouble with you, nor do I want you to be

jealous of Jessica. Do you understand? Or I shall be forced to use more extreme

measures," threatened Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," cried Tina.

Janet then took Tina upstairs, and let her clean herself properly. Then she

took her into her bedroom, and used her violently for the rest of the night.

There was a riding crop on the night table, and Janet did not hesitate to use

it whenever she felt that Tina was not being wholly attentive to her.

Finally, she fell into a satisfied sleep, with her slave girl on the bed next

to her, her collar chained to the wall as usual.

* * * *

"The most recent choices have done well, Mistress," said Jessica.

From the small safe deposit cubicle, Janet and Jessica had moved to the banks

meeting room. On the table was a pot of hot coffee and croissants, and the papers

were organized into neat rows.

Janet rubbed her eyes, hoping that she was ahead of Tiffany. There wasn't

much time left, just two weeks till the anniversary of Erica's death.

"Thank you, Jessica. This just has to run its course," said Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," answered Jessica.

"Could I be left alone here for a while before we, before I," Janet corrected

herself, "deliver the final orders to the broker."

"Yes, Mistress," answered Jessica as she left her seat and closed the door

behind her.

Janet fled into the bathroom, and closed the door behind her, just in time

for a torrent of tears.

"Why, Erica, why?" cried Janet to herself.

The End of Chapter Eleven