It had been months since Janet had traveled to New York. For someone who had
grown up in NY and spent their entire life in the shadows of Manhattan's skyscrapers,
Janet missed the city greatly. But now, on board the Metro-North train, she
wondered if coming into the city had been a good idea after all.
In her purse were the things that she had collected. That Erica owned stock
in her former employer's company. The empty envelope that Janet had found from
her employer to Erica. The letter that she had found in Erica's computer directing
them to fire Janet upon her return to work. Most important of all was the document
outlining the contest for Erica's legacy between Janet and Tiffany.
Janet had planned to confront Blanca with all of this, and question whether
or not Mistress Erica and Andrea were indeed dead from the plane crash. But
Janet realized that it didn't matter after all. Accusing Blanca wouldn't produce
Erica, nor change anything.
Dramatic confrontations like that happened in the movies, not in reality.
When the train pulled to a stop, she walked outside in the spring weather and
hailed a cab. Once inside, she gave the directions to Blanca's office. Janet
sat back against the seat, and thought how wonderful it was that the skin on
her back no longer hurt.
It had been a nightmarish last three months, as she recovered from the severe
beating that she had received at the hands of Mistress Lauren. Janet only remembered
fragments of what had occurred, and they had been horrifying. Punishing a girl
beyond her endurance. Then taking her place and being whipped until Janet's
back was covered in blood. The ride home, and collapsing into fever and delirium.
Finally, her long recovery assisted by Stephanie, Camille, and Tina.
Janet's back bore the scars from the terrible punishment that it had received.
Stephanie had taken her to a plastic surgeon that said that they could be easily
fixed, and did not question their origin.
"No, Stephanie. I'm not going to have my back operated on," Janet said in
the car as they drove away from the doctor's office.
"But why?" asked Stephanie. "It's a terrible reminder of what happened."
"That's exactly why I want to keep those scars. To remind me of Lauren, and
the monster that Tiffany has become by associating with her," answered Janet.
"You're crazy."
"Perhaps. Those scars are the stigmata of Lauren's evil and will always remind
me of the responsibility that we have in our position as Dominants. That's why
I want to keep them," said Janet.
When the cab pulled in front of Blanca's office, Janet realized that she was
even more scared than the day Erica had died. She paid the driver, and went
inside. God, it had been so long! Squeezing inside an elevator, she realized
just how long it had been since she had last been inside one.
The receptionist was the same, and Janet was soon ushered into Blanca's office.
She sat down, and waited a few minutes for her attorney to join her.
"Good morning," greeted Blanca, "sorry I'm a little late."
"That's fine," said Janet. "I'm a little dazed at being back in the city again."
"Coffee?"
"Black."
After removing her coat, Blanca sat down and punched a button on her intercom.
"Georgie, please get us two black coffees," said Blanca.
Georgie appeared, and Janet noticed that she was an attractive secretary in
her late twenties. She wore a conservative business suit, and placed the tray
down on Blanca's desk.
"Thanks, Georgie. Please see that we're not disturbed," ordered Blanca.
Once Georgie had closed the doors, Janet had a burning question to ask.
"Is she one of yours?" asked Janet.
"No. It's a little too messy to have a slave at work. She's getting married,
I think. But you didn't come all the way from Greenwich to ask me about that,
now did you?" questioned Blanca.
"No. Ever since Erica's death, I've had the feeling that this entire scene
has been arranged. And you're in on it."
"Really," said Blanca as she sat back in her leather chair.
"Here," said Janet, as she handed over the paper detailing the contest, the
envelope, and the printed letter.
"Nice collection," said Blanca.
"Erica was a little careless with her computer. Just because you think you've
deleted something doesn't mean it's really gone until it's written over. Why
would Erica want me fired from my job unless she wanted me to concentrate on
something else? Like her little contest?"
"Circumstantial evidence that wouldn't hold up in a court of law. Erica wanted
you to enjoy your new life. Shouldn't you be down on Wall Street instead of
here? That's where your future is going to be decided, not here with me. Besides,
you've lost a lot of time, didn't you?"
"How did you hear about that?" demanded Janet.
"I have my sources. It isn't every day that a novice Mistress makes a fool
of Lauren and takes whatever punishment she can mete out," answered Blanca.
"You forget that I could have passed out going home and killed myself. If
it hadn't been for Stephanie."
"Yes, Stephanie. So you're here for the fourth quarter, like football. Like
I said, you better get to Wall Street. That is, if you don't want to end up
in Tiffany's Dungeon with Lauren holding the whip. Did you hear the news this
morning?" asked Blanca.
"No, why?" asked Janet.
"Because the market sank over four hundred points at the opening, or don't
you follow the financial news?" asked Blanca.
"Oh, god," answered Janet.
Janet left Blanca's office in a daze, after stuffing her evidence back into
her purse. Inside the lobby of her building was an electronic board, courtesy
of a financial firm. Janet stood in front, watching the financial bad news scroll
across the computer screen. Some of the stocks mentioned were the exact ones
that she had holdings in.
It had taken her three precious months of recovery to get the strength to
come into NY and see Blanca. Blanca had taken only seconds to destroy her. Janet
walked, stunned, out of the building into the spring weather. Since it had rained
heavily the night before, the city smelled clean.
Janet had originally decided that she would use the day for some fun. After
seeing Blanca, she had planned to go into the fetish shops downtown. Now she
felt like going home. But why? To sulk and get more depressed? Janet hailed
a cab, and directed the driver to the Village.
Walking around the Village was always a treat, and Janet wished that she could
have lived here. Instead, she had always played tourist. She walked the steps
down to a fetish shop, and pressed the buzzer. The door opened, and she went
inside.
The wonderful smell of the new leather and rubber excited her, and reminded
Janet of her closet. Erica's closet. She looked at all the new garments, and
decided to try on a new black rubber dress. She went into the changing room
and soon wore the new dress, which clung to her every curve. Even though Erica
had a similar dress in the closet, Janet resolved to buy it anyway. She stepped
outside to see herself in the full-length mirror.
When the clerk went to compliment her on her choice, the girl gasped when
she saw the scars on her back. Janet saw her reflection in the mirror.
"It's all right," said Janet, as she faced the girl.
"They're horrible. They must have hurt terribly," she said.
"They did. My back was opened up by a vicious Mistress who doesn't believe
in safewords," said Janet.
"Do you belong to her?"
"No. I'm a Mistress in my own house."
"But why?"
"To prevent her from further punishing a girl that had called for mercy, that's
why."
The girl looked shocked and surprised. Janet wondered if she would always
have to explain and relive her horrible experience. She bought the dress, and
was preparing to leave when the clerk buzzed another customer inside.
"Janet?"
Janet turned around, looking at the source of the voice.
"Sally?"
Janet dropped her bag, and embraced her friend. They kissed, and hugged. It
had been months since they had seen one another.
"How are you doing?" asked Sally.
"Fine."
"How would you like to go to lunch? I'm meeting a friend for sushi, and I'm
sure you'd like her."
"Okay," said Janet.
They walked outside, enjoying the sounds of Manhattan. Even though it was
a workday, the city was still full of attractive women, all nicely dressed.
"How do you like replacing Erica?" suddenly asked Sally.
"Fine. I'm still learning my way around. How come you haven't called me?"
"I thought that you'd be too busy," answered Sally.
"You're the one who introduced me to this lifestyle, remember? I never thought
that I'd be first slave, then Mistress, so soon," confided Janet.
"That's true. And I'm just a lowly slave," said Sally, softly.
The restaurant was entered through a long passageway, and Sally found that
her friend Melissa was already there. She was seated in the bar waiting, having
sake. She embraced Sally, and they all sat down together.
"I'd like to introduce my friend Janet," said Sally.
"Janet, the one that I've heard so much about?" asked Melissa.
"Yes, unless Sally has another friend with my name," answered Janet.
"Pleased to meet you," she said, holding her hand out. Janet took it, and
shook her hand in return.
"Did Sally introduce me?" asked Melissa.
"No, not before now," answered Janet, before she took another sip of sake.
"I'm her Mistress," said Melissa.
"Oh," politely answered Janet, the truth dawning on her.
They had lunch of sake, sushi, and fried tempura. The restaurant was mostly
empty, so they had the place mostly to themselves. Seated in a corner, they
were able to have some privacy, which allowed them to discuss some rather personal
matters.
"I understand that you've inherited Erica Riken's estate?" asked Melissa.
"Yes."
"She was one of the best Doms, ever."
"I know, I trained under her," answered Janet.
"Really, Dom or Sub?"
"Sub. I was her slave for a year. But I'm Mistress now."
"Great. And you just met Sally here, shopping?"
"Yes. Thought I'd come into the city for a little shopping, and I found this
rubber dress," said Janet.
"Nice. I had told Sally here to meet me for lunch, and then we'd go shopping
for a few toys also. But perhaps you'd be interested in something else," offered
Sally.
"Go ahead," said Janet, eating the last of her tempura.
"My friend Tyler has a loft not far from here, with her complete collection
of toys. We could do a little scene together, and we've already got Sally here.
Isn't that right?" asked Melissa of Sally.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Sally.
"When was the last time we did a scene?" asked Melissa.
"Last week, Mistress."
"Then I'd say that we're overdue, hmm?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Interested, Janet?"
While doing a scene was the last thing that Janet had wanted to do. The visit
to the fetish shops and lunch had brightened her spirits. Erica's mansion may
have been a Dungeon for her girls, but it was also a prison for her Mistress
as well.
"Why not?" said Janet.
The three of them piled into a cab after lunch, for the short ride to Melissa's
friend's place. After paying for the cab, they walked outside an old factory
building until they found the door. Melissa hit the buzzer, and they were admitted.
The elevator was new, indeed the whole building was no longer a factory but
an attractive place to live.
Tyler opened the door, an attractive girl with black hair, and a slim figure.
She had been working out on exercise equipment, and was wearing a sports bra,
and exercise shorts, plus sneakers.
"Pleased to meet you," greeted Tyler, extending her hand.
"Mutual," said Janet.
Janet followed her host to the living room. The place had been laid out like
a regular apartment, not like the open spaces in lofts when artists fist got
them in the 60s. Space was at a premium in Manhattan.
"Can I offer you a soda, or iced tea?"
"Tea," said Melissa, as she sat down at the couch.
"Be right back," said Tyler.
Janet walked around the living room, looking at the paintings and artwork.
She had never once asked what the things in Erica's place were worth. It had
simply never occurred to her to ask Blanca. After having been destroyed by Blanca
in just a few minutes, she wasn't eager to see her again. Except that in three
months would be the anniversary of Erica's death and the conclusion of her contest
that would decide who was Mistress.
Tyler reappeared with a tray, which she placed on the table. There was a pitcher
full of iced tea, and four glasses filled with ice. She poured and filled each
one.
Janet seated herself amongst her three female companions, and sipped her drink.
She looked at all three, and realized that they weren't part of her world in
Connecticut. No, this was Manhattan, and a different scene than the one she
had inherited.
"Melissa says that you're a Dom," said Tyler.
"Yes. I've been lucky, I inherited Erica Riken's estate."
"She came into the city a few times. Quite impressive," commented Melissa.
"I introduced her," said Sally.
"Pity you didn't introduce her to me," said Melissa.
"I didn't know you then."
"Then what?"
"Then, Mistress," answered Sally.
"Better, Sally. Perhaps a few more strokes with the whip, and you'll finally
get it right. Correct, Janet?"
"Yes," answered Janet.
"Now then, what shall we do?" asked Melissa.
"Whatever Mistress desires," answered Tyler.
"Since Janet is our guest here, perhaps you should show her your marks," ordered
Melissa.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Tyler.
Tyler stood up from her seat, and unlaced her sneakers. Then she removed her
socks, and peeled off her sports bra, and shorts. They lay in a pile on the
floor. She stood naked, her eyes bowed before her Mistress.
Her body was tight and muscular. Janet saw the hard muscles ripple beneath
her skin, and knew that she was one tough girl. However, her skin also bore
the marks of a slave, and Janet could see the marks of the whip and crop. Also,
both of her nipples were pierced with small golden rings.
"May I?" asked Janet.
"Of course," answered Melissa.
Janet felt Tyler's shoulders, breasts, and belly. She ordered the girl to
raise her arms, and felt below her armpits. Then she ordered her to bend over
a table, and spread her ass to look at her anus. Finally, she fondled and penetrated
her sex, making her moan with excitement.
"Silence, slave," ordered Janet.
Tyler remained silent for the rest of her examination. Janet felt energized
by the sudden turn of events. Just a couple of hours before, she had been down
in the dumps. Now here she was, in control of someone else's slave. It felt
good again, and her heart beat strongly.
"Would you like to use her?" asked Melissa.
"Yes, thank you?" answered Janet.
"I'm sure that you can manage without a Dungeon, can't you?" questioned Melissa.
"I think I can manage."
"Good. There are two bedrooms here. You can be alone with Tyler, and I'll
use Sally here. She's such an insolent little slut lately."
"Thank you," said Janet.
"Ask Tyler where I keep my little collection. I'm sure that the two of you
have a lot to discuss," said Melissa as she led Sally to one of the bedrooms,
and closed the door.
Janet was suddenly alone with Tyler, who was still bent over a table. Tyler
remained silent, as her temporary Mistress had not asked her a question.
"Tyler, where are Mistress Melissa's toys?" asked Janet.
"In the bottom of the china cabinet, Mistress," answered Tyler.
Janet walked over to the trendy looking china cabinet, and when she opened
the bottom drawer, she found a nice little collection. There were handcuffs,
bracelets, two riding crops, some gags, and a small whip and flogger. Not a
bad little collection!
Janet grabbed a few objects, and led Tyler to the other bedroom. She could
hear slaps and cries from behind the other door, and guessed that her friend
Sally was being spanked.
The second bedroom was sparsely furnished. A four post bed, chest of drawers,
some chairs, and some plants.
Janet sat on the bed, and motioned for Tyler to kneel on the floor.
"Legs apart," ordered Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Tyler.
"Since we're not in my Dungeon, we have to be a little creative. So I want
you to lay yourself on the dresser, face down."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Tyler.
Tyler did as she was instructed, pushing the things on the dresser's top into
a drawer. Back in the same position that she had been before, Janet had an excellent
view of her behind.
Janet undid her skirt and blouse, folding them on a chair. She was wearing
a pair of black silk bra and panties, and she liked they way she looked in the
mirror.
"Ready, slave?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Tyler.
Janet rewarded Tyler's reply with a swift stroke of the thin riding crop across
her ass cheeks. Tyler jerked, and moaned when the thin instrument left a thin
red line on her behind.
"Enjoy that?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet struck again, with the same force that she had used before. Since she
did not know when the girl had been last used, or how much discipline that she
was used to, Janet punished her quite mildly. Plus, she belonged to another
Mistress, and did not want to damage her property.
When Tyler had cried out, Janet moderated her strokes, making sure that she
was heating up her bottom with a steady series of blows. Tyler was making sounds
indicating that she was ready to cum, not those of a girl in pain. Janet guessed
that she was quite familiar with the riding crop.
"Enough for now," said Janet, pleased that her first efforts with Tyler had
gone quite well.
Janet looked at herself in the bedroom mirror, holding the riding crop. Then
she turned slightly, and saw her back in profile. Time suddenly reversed itself,
and she was back in Lauren's Dungeon, a ballgag in her mouth, the whip constantly
striking her back like a thunderclap.
"Mistress Janet, is there anything wrong?" asked Tyler.
"Why?" questioned Janet.
"You froze for a minute, oh!"
When she had turned, Tyler had seen the marks on her back. The uneven skin
where it had not healed properly.
"How horrible," said Tyler.
"Yes, Tyler, kneel on the floor, legs apart," ordered Janet.
In the months since her recovery, the only girl that Janet had used was Tina.
Janet hadn't used anyone else, since she didn't want to expose herself to another
woman. Tina had never said anything, but had remained silent about her marks.
Janet wondered if there had ever been a situation before where a slave had
felt sympathy for a Mistress.
"For speaking out of turn, I'm going to crop those lovely breasts of yours.
Then a few strokes to your back."
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet did as she had said, first delivered a series of delicate strokes that
left tiny marks on Tyler's breasts, making them shake with each impact. Then
she concluded by leaving a few marks on Tyler's back.
"There now," said Janet, "had a good time?"
"Yes, Mistress," answered Tyler.
Janet stripped off her remaining clothing and sat down on the bed, bare. Still
holding the riding crop, she opened her legs.
"Satisfy me, slave. Or I'll use the crop again," ordered Janet.
Tyler complied immediately, her eager tongue and lips soon making Janet respond
with pleasure. Janet forgot all her troubles as the expert slave at her feet
brought her waves and waves of sensation, making her cum time after time.
Janet became red and flushed with excitement as she felt the waves of orgasm
flood through her body. She watched herself in the mirror as she bucked with
every climax and orgasm.
Just to continue the pleasure, she began to lightly tap Tyler on the back.
This made the girl try ever harder to bring her to orgasm again. Tyler was certainly
an expert mouth girl!
"In bed, slave!"
Janet drew Tyler up into her arms, and they got between the covers. Even though
the sun was streaming through the windows and Janet could hear the sounds of
traffic below, all she cared about was using this how little slave girl!
She grabbed and lusted after her hungrily, taking possession of her body again
and again. Janet forgot then pain that she continued to endure, and used Tyler
completely.
Tyler responded, matching her lustful thrusts. They ground their hips together,
and Janet moaned when she felt her nipples sucked and teased. Janet did the
same to Tyler, and her tongue darted through Tyler's golden nipple rings.
After what seemed like hours, Janet lay satisfied on her back. All the cares
in the world were gone. At least for a little while.
"Thank you, Mistress," said Tyler, "for using me so well."
"You're welcome Tyler. And thank you, too."
"May I ask Mistress a question?"
"Go ahead," said Janet.
"Your back, how did you get those marks?"
Twice in one day now, another woman had seen her marks, and was reacting to
it. It seemed as if the scars Janet bore were both internal and external.
"Has a Mistress ever punished you past your safeword?" asked Janet.
"No, Mistress, never," answered Tyler.
"Make certain that you are never a slave to one who does," cautioned Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," replied Tyler.
* * * *
Janet rubbed her eyes and wished that she had a drink in front of her. The
public library was a great place to work, but lacked the freedom to open a can
of soda.
The damage to her portfolio was serious, but not catastrophic. Fortunately,
the market had stopped its slide and stabilized after a few anxious days. Janet
looked at the value of her portfolio and hoped that Tiffany had suffered a loss
also.
It had been a few days since she had returned from New York City. What had
seemed like a disaster had instead turned into something memorable. Running
into Sally like that, meeting Melissa and her slave Tyler. She had exchanged
numbers with Melissa and had promised to see her again soon.
After making a few decisions to buy some new stocks now that the market was
down, she hoped that her new purchases would go up in value. She wondered just
what her former stockbroker boyfriend was up to now. Probably married with two
kids in the suburbs.
Janet tore up her notes, and was left only with her new purchases. That she
would give to the broker. It was so warm that she didn't need a coat. Since
Tiffany had taken the BMW, Janet was left with the Toyota. She drove to the
broker, had her ten minutes with him, went to the bank, and realized that she
was free for the day.
In all her time in Greenwich, Janet had never gone to the beach. After inheriting
Erica's house last summer, she had planned to go to the beach. But instead,
life had been far too busy with her assuming the life of a Mistress.
But now it was spring, and Janet suddenly wanted to walk and hear the ocean.
She looked at her map, and found that she was in for some complicated driving.
Still, she had her beach pass (which was something that Blanca had gotten for
her), and was determined to see the ocean.
Todd's Point was a tiny beach compared to what she had been used to. Restricted
to Greenwich residents, Janet had to show her pass. Even though the season still
hadn't started, the place was still hard to get into.
Walking in her sneakers, Janet enjoyed the sound of the surf and the smell
of the ocean. Getting a drink from the one small concession shack, she sat down
on a wooden bench, and played with the sand.
"It's nice not to have any cares for once," she said aloud.
She watched a few hardy souls swimming in what must have been freezing water.
After her city trip, Janet knew that swimming, even with a full suit, was clearly
out. People would see and talk about the whip marks, even if they did not know
their origin. It was not yet time to have her back fixed, thought Janet.
"A penny for your thoughts," said a familiar voice behind her.
"Stephanie!" cried Janet.
Janet jumped up, and hugged her friend. She was glad when Stephanie hugged
back, and they sat down together.
"But how? You're not a Greenwich resident?" asked Janet.
"Oh, let's just say that one of the local female politicians happens to be
my slave, so I have some pull. Anyway, I'm glad to see that you're here. That
house has become a prison for you," stated Stephanie.
"You're right. I really should get out more," said Janet.
"But I've got something of interest to put you back in the Dungeon. Tell me,
how many slaves have you had in the last year?"
"Tina, and the one in New York. Plus a couple of others that I got out of
Erica's books," Janet answered.
"Not too many, then," stated Stephanie.
"This year has been a disaster for me. I've spent the last three months healing
after my encounter with Lauren. Tina still tells me that I have trouble sleeping,
and I believe her," said Janet.
"Then let me give you a good gift. How would you like the chance to develop
a new slave girl, entirely from scratch?" offered Stephanie.
"You must be joking," said Janet.
"No, I'm too busy right now to develop someone new."
"Liar."
"Perhaps. But it's time that you started with someone new. Eventually, you'll
have your own little stable of willing slaves, like every Mistress. Nobody can
blame you for anything after what you've been through. Interested?"
Could she really turn down an opportunity like that? Somehow, Janet wasn't
able to call Erica's slaves like Tiffany. She wondered if she really was a Mistress
at heart.
"Yes. I'll take her off your hands," said Janet.
"Good! Here's her name, address, phone, and photo," said Stephanie as she
dug a photo out of her purse.
Janet looked over the picture. It showed a well-dressed woman in her early
thirties, pretty and well built. Janet wondered why such a good-looking girl
would want to serve a Mistress, rather than have a normal relationship?
"Jessica Danvers," read Janet from the pictures back, "That name sounds familiar."
"It's old money. Very old money. Satisfy her desires, and you'll be quite
well rewarded," advised Stephanie.
"Why me?" asked Janet.
"Her ancestors were putting people into stocks and whipped them during the
witch trials in colonial times. Now one of their descendants wants to serve
a Dominant Mistress. I can't think of one better than you, after your recent
experience."
"Thanks."
"Look. You won't go too far with her, and she'll appreciate that. Just like
the way you started slowly with Tina has paid off, Jessica will react the same
way. If she were to start with Lauren, she'd never want to see a Mistress again.
Now I probably couldn't pry Tina from you with a crowbar, because she loves
you."
"All right, you've convinced me. I'll call her," said Janet.
"You've got to follow the ritual. Have a limo pick her up, be mysterious.
Show off Tina in a latex outfit, and her marks. Everything that you can do to
intrigue her. That way, she'll get fascinated and want to serve a Mistress."
"Just like Erica did?" asked Janet.
"Yes, just like Erica. It's time you started doing what you've learned from
Erica and myself," ordered Stephanie.
"Yes, Mistress," said Janet.
"What!" demanded Stephanie.
"Yes, Mistress Stephanie."
"That's better," answered Stephanie, "now get to work."
Janet stared at the ocean with new confidence, and suddenly looked forward
to the future. It didn't look all that bad, for now!
* * * *
Janet was terrified before she made the call. Stephanie had phoned earlier,
saying that she had phoned Jessica and told her that she was unavailable and
it would be Mistress Janet who would supervise her training. It had been one
thing to call one of Erica's former slaves. It was quite something else to cold
call a stranger, and sound like a confident Mistress. Janet wished that she
had Erica's voice and ability.
"Hello, is this Jessica Danvers?" asked Janet.
"Speaking," said a female voice.
Janet looked at the picture she was holding, and tried to connect the voice
to that photo.
"This is Mistress Janet Davis. Mistress Stephanie referred you to me. Is that
correct?"
"Yes, Janet."
"Mistress Janet, to you. I understand that you have a special need that has
to be fulfilled. Is that correct?" demanded Janet.
"Yes, Mistress Janet."
"Good. Then we understand each other. I have an opening this Friday night.
You will be available to me. Is that understood?"
"I had something planned, Mistress Janet," answered Jessica.
"Cancel it. Immediately. That is, if you're not really serious."
"No, Mistress Janet."
"Good. I'll send a limo to your house, or anywhere you wish to be picked up.
Give me the location. Now!"
When Janet hung up the receiver, she was shaking like a leaf. She remembered
the chill she felt whenever Erica would call her to make her weekly appointments.
Now it was Janet who was the Mistress, and someone else the slave!
Janet walked over to the bar and poured herself a small cream sherry. She
twirled the glass around a few times, watching the heavy liquid in the glass.
Janet took a few sips of the sherry, enjoying the warm glow it produced as it
went down to her stomach.
Friday was two days away!
* * * *
Jessica Danvers did not wish to be picked up at her estate. Even though her
walled estate was in reality not far from Janet's, she had instead chosen a
site several miles away to be collected.
While Janet had been able to see where she had been going, Janet now decided
that she was going to do something different in her role as a Mistress. She
had bought a pair of modern high tech sunglasses that curved and touched a person's
face. Then she had blacked out the interior, so that the wearer couldn't see
anything.
Janet had instructed the driver to tell his passenger that she had to wear
the glasses and secure them with an elastic strap to maintain the Mistresses
identity. If she refused, Jessica would not be brought to Janet's house. Stephanie
had referred the driver to her, and Janet thought that he had driven her to
Erica's house last year, but didn't question him.
When the limo began to pull into the driveway after the gate had opened, Janet
had gone from frightened to calm.
'All right, Mistress Janet,' she thought to herself, 'Time to start acting
like one.'
She had instructed Tina to dress in her rubber Maid's outfit, with no underwear.
She wanted Tina to be available for use quickly, should the need arise. Janet
smoothed her own leather dress down, and looked at herself in the mirror one
more time. Then she sat down in Erica's chair, and heard the house door open
and muted voices.
Tina had been ordered to go outside and help the sightless visitor into the
house, where her glasses would be removed in the library. Janet waited, nervous
as hell for the most important moment in her new life.
Finally, there was a knock on the door, and the whole universe shrank to just
one room.
"Enter," commanded Janet.
Tina, who opened the door for her and remained inside the library after she
had closed the door, led in Janet Danvers. The woman was wearing her glasses
as instructed, and couldn't see a thing. There was an awkward moment of silence
before she spoke softly.
"Mistress Janet, this is Jessica Danvers," said Tina.
"Please remove her glasses," ordered Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
Tina reached over and grasped Jessica's glasses, pulling them off over her
head. Jessica blinked in the sudden light, her eyes focusing on the Mistress
seated in front of her.
"Good evening. My name is Mistress Janet," she said, introducing herself,
you may either address me as Mistress Janet, or just Mistress. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," answered Jessica, hesitation in her voice, "I am Jessica
Danvers."
"Good. Jessica, you may have a seat."
"Thank you....Mistress Janet," answered Jessica, her voice wavering with uncertainty
as she seated herself in one of the leather chairs.
"What were you expecting?" asked Janet.
"I'm not sure," answered Jessica.
"Not sure about what, and you really must call me Mistress," said Janet.
"It's not what I expected, Mistress."
"Do you think that I'd drag you to the Dungeon and tear your clothes off?
You must be able to prove your submission to me."
"I don't understand, Mistress Janet."
"Perhaps you would like to see my Maid. Come here, Tina."
Tina quickly walked over and stood in front of her Mistress. The black rubber
had clung tightly to her naked body underneath, and her every curve could be
seen. Her erect nipples were clearly visible on her breasts. Janet knew that
Tina was also excited to be displayed in this manner in front of a complete
stranger.
"Tina, state your position in this House."
"I belong to Mistress Janet both as Maid and Slave."
"Thank you Tina. Would you like proof of that, Jessica?"
"Yes, Mistress Janet."
Janet arose from her chair, and walked over to Tina. Using her two hands,
she held onto Tina's collar with one and unzipped the latex outfit with the
other. It fell to the floor, and Tina was naked and on display.
"Step out of your, outfit, slave," ordered Janet.
Tina lifted her feet, and picked up her uniform, which she folded and placed
on a chair. Jessica gasped at the sight of the naked girl in front of her.
"As you can see, my slave is entirely truthful. Turn around, Tina."
Tina did as she was ordered, displaying her body and marks for their guest.
The surprise on her face was clearly evident.
"Tell Jessica how you got those marks, Tina."
"Mistress Janet disciplined me in the Dungeon, using a whip and riding crop."
"Tell her why," ordered Janet.
"I had disobeyed Mistress Janet's orders."
"Why else can you be punished?" asked Janet.
"Because my Mistress desires it," answered Tina.
"You see, here is one of my slaves. Do you think that you can be one?"
Jessica was speechless, and Janet could see the conflicting emotions and indecision
that was evident on her face. She was both horrified and attracted at the same
time by the sight of a Mistress and her slave girl.
"Answer me, Jessica," ordered Janet.
"I would like to try," answered Jessica slowly.
"Before you fully agree, I think that you should closely examine Tina. Look
at the many marks on her flesh, and consider whether you could endure such a
thing."
"Yes, Mistress Janet," answered Jessica entranced by the entire scene.
Jessica slowly rose, and walked the few steps towards Tina. She slowly circled
her, her eyes tracing the many red welts that adorned Tina's figure. Jessica
was clearly fascinated by what she was seeing.
"You can touch her, if you'd like," offered Janet, "she won't melt."
"Thank you, Mistress Janet," quickly answered Jessica.
Jessica reached out her hand, almost like she was about to touch a live wire.
Her fingers explored Tina's marks, tracing their paths. Tina stood rock still,
not moving a muscle.
"Tina is standing at attention right now. Do you think that you could learn
to stand so correctly when your body is being examined?" demanded Janet.
"No, Mistress Janet."
"Then that is one of the many skills that you shall have to learn in order
to be my slave," stated Janet.
"Would you like to see a demonstration?" asked Janet.
"Of what?" nervously answered Jessica.
"Just how submissive one of my slaves can be," said Janet.
"Yes.........Yes," stuttered Jessica.
"Then sit down and don't interfere. If you say or do anything, there will
be a punishment for you."
"Yes, Mistress Janet."
"And one other thing. Take your clothes off," casually ordered Janet.
"My clothes?"
"You forgot to address me as Mistress. This isn't a garden party, you're not
among polite society now. If you want to be a slave, the first lesson that you
learn is that slaves don't wear clothing. Just be glad that you won't be bound,
as I was my first time. So strip!" ordered Janet.
For Janet, this was indeed the moment of truth. Whether or not she could order
a women new to submission to obey her orders would establish if she was indeed
a Dominant or not.
Reluctantly, Jessica unzipped her skirt and folded it on a chair. Then she
unbuttoned her blouse, and removed her modest heels. Her bra came next, followed
by her pantyhose, and panties. Soon, she was standing naked in front of Janet,
her face blushing with shame.
"Let me see what you look like," directed Janet, "turn around slowly."
Jessica did as she was ordered, and displayed her nakedness to Janet. She
was blushing and ashamed, and clearly embarrassed.
"Is this the first time that you have shown yourself to another woman?" asked
Janet.
"Yes, Mistress Janet," Jessica answered in a halting voice.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of. In this house, my slaves have no need of
clothes, except those that I order. You're quite beautiful, you know."
"Yes, Mistress."
"In time, you shall have no problem showing yourself to other women, once
you've been trained," said Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," repeated Jessica.
"Now I want you to kneel on the carpet over there," pointed Janet to a small
circular rug that she had brought in just for tonight, "with your legs open
so that your sex is open and available, your hands on your knees, and your mouth
shut."
"Yes, Mistress Janet."
Her body shaking, Jessica gingerly walked over to the rug, lowered herself
to the floor, and did as she was instructed. Once kneeling, she looked directly
at Janet.
"You must never look directly at you Mistress, or close your legs. I shall
tell you this only once," cautioned Janet.
"Yes, Mistress Janet," Jessica answered.
"Good. Now be quiet and watch," ordered Janet, "Tina, get four ropes, and
the riding crop, plus the ballgag."
"Yes, Mistress Janet," responded Tina.
Tina walked, naked, over to a cabinet and got the items that Janet had asked
for. Since she had already used Tina quite harshly recently, she only wanted
to provide a mild demonstration for Jessica.
Tina presented them to Janet by lying the items at Janet's feet, then kneeling
nearby herself. She was in the same position as Jessica, naked and silent.
"Very good, Tina. Now I want you to lay down on the black leather footstool,
and remain silent," ordered Janet.
Rather than provide a demonstration immediately in the Dungeon, Janet instead
merely wanted to whet Jessica's curiosity by showing a mild punishment here
in the library first. Time enough for the Dungeon later!
Tina picked herself up and was soon in the position that Janet had ordered.
Janet realized that in the entire time that she had been a Mistress, she had
not yet used the footstool that Erica had gotten as a gift from Stephanie. So
Tina would be the first!
Her breasts were compressed by the weight of her body onto the soft black
leather, and her sex was in shadow. Her shapely behind stuck out nicely, just
perfect for using the riding crop on.
Janet uncoiled the ropes that Tina had procured, and proceeded to tie Tina
to the footstool. She first would tie a small knot onto the wood of each leg,
pulling it tight. Then she would wind the cord first around Tina's arms, then
legs. Finally, she tied a couple of loops at 90 degrees to the rest of the loops,
cinching the rope and Tina's limbs tightly to the stool's legs.
Try as she might, there was no way that Tina could loosen herself from the
footstool. Her naked body was bound to the leather-clad cushion, and she could
only wait for what would happen next!
Janet walked the few steps to her desk, and removed a broad leather paddle.
She displayed the paddle to Jessica, whose eyes widened at the sight of the
instrument. Then she showed it to Tina, who displayed no reaction.
"Kiss the paddle," ordered Janet.
Tina did so, willingly, and Jessica watched her every move with great interest
and fascination.
Janet than walked around to Tina's upraised behind, and began by delivering
firm but gentle strokes to her bottom. Every time the paddle impacted on her
buttocks, the flesh bounced with the impact. In addition, Tina ground her bound
naked body against the black leather, which excited her even more. Tina moaned
with each impact of the paddle, her cries being the only sound in the library.
Janet then stole a look at Jessica. The woman was fascinated and embarrassed
at the same time. She continued to blush, and her facial cheeks were a bright
red. But she kept her hands on her knees as ordered.
"Jessica?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Would you like to feel Tina's skin after it has been punished?" questioned
Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Then you may come over here and feel Tina's behind, which I have warmed with
the paddle."
"Yes, Mistress."
Jessica rose slowly to her feet, and stretched an uncertain hand out towards
Tina's upraised bottom. The flesh was bright red from the impacts of the paddle,
and Jessica gingerly placed her hand on Tina's right ass cheek.
"It's warm, Mistress," observed Jessica.
"Yes. And would you like to have your behind warmed with the paddle?" asked
Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," quickly answered Jessica, excitement present in her voice.
"You may assume the position on the rug again, Jessica, and remain silent
as before. Except this time, place your hands behind your head."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Jessica as she followed Janet's orders fully.
Janet reached under Tina, and pinched her nipples, making her moan with excitement.
Then she began to play with her sex, inserting her fingers in and out, simulating
intercourse. She reached inside and played with Tina's clit, making her moan
with desire.
"Jessica, I want you to understand that when you're my slave, I own you totally.
I decide what clothes you wear, if any. I will use the whip or the crop, and
keep you soundly disciplined. I shall decide what pain or pleasure you may endure,
but I shall never push you past your limits. Do you understand?" asked Janet.
"No, Mistress. But I would like to learn to please you."
"Very good, for starters. But the first time you feel that you feel the lash
may be quite different," lectured Janet.
"I think that I can learn, Mistress," said Jessica.
"I'm sure that you will," said Janet.
Janet now removed a large dildo from the desk, which she had kept hidden from
view until now. She displayed it to Jessica, whose eyes widened at the sight
of the shaft. Janet began to thrust it in and out of Tina's pussy, making her
rub against the leather footstool, arousing her even more. Tina moaned and bucked
against the rope strands that bound her to the footstool, her cries of pleasure
filling the library.
"Please Mistress," cried Tina, "let me cum!"
"Not yet, Tina. I want you to control yourself, especially since we have an
audience today," said Janet.
"Oh, oh!" cried Tina.
"Let me take her place," begged Jessica, "please!"
"For interrupting me, slave, you shall wear the ballgag," angrily yelled Janet.
Leaving the shaft inside Tina, Janet picked up the ballgag and approached
Jessica. She held the straps with her hands, with the red rubber ball between
them.
"Open your mouth, fool," directed Janet, "and place your hands on your knees
again."
When Jessica opened her mouth, she suddenly had the rubber ball forced inside.
Janet pulled the leather straps around her head, and buckled the gag at the
