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The Challenge CH07 Invasive Procedures Part 2
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Challenge CH07 PT2
After two hours, Janet had ordered Cheryl to remove the plug in the bathroom. She had found Cheryl in the downstairs bedroom calmly reading Vogue and Cosmopolitan, which Janet subscribed to. There Cheryl had been, reading about fall fashions, naked while wearing her collar and bracelets.
Cheryl had removed the plug, and performed her toilet. Janet had ordered her to stay on the toilet, in order to pass out all the lubricant. Which she had done over a period of time. Cheryl didn't even protest about the open door.
Janet had then chained her in the bedroom, as she dressed for the night's session. She had not used Cheryl the previous night, except for the dildo. Saturday had been devoted to the cock and the butt plug, which Cheryl had performed well with.
But now it would be her turn under the lash, and Janet walked through her closet naked trying to decide what she should wear. She would wear a Catsuit in the winter, but not during the summer. Too hot and confining, even with the a/c on.
She selected an outfit composed of a PVC bodysuit, black sheer to waist pantyhose, gloves, and a pair of modest heels. Janet dressed quickly, wishing that Tina was with her.
How she missed Tina! Her slave and assistant. But she had been called away for a family emergency, leaving Janet alone. Janet had driven her to the airport, and kissed her before she had left her at the terminal.
Janet looked at herself in the mirror. Either the outfit was a little tight, or else she had put on a few pounds. She decided to weigh herself naked the next morning.
Her final thoughts while dressing were about the clock radio in the library. She was sure that she had programmed it correctly, then hit the switch to activate the alarm. When she had examined it later, the alarm switch was in the off position.
If Cheryl had turned the alarm off, why? Had she searched the library? Just to kneel and watch Janet sleep, something that she had already seen in the bedroom?
Or had Cheryl fallen in love with Janet? That was what usually happened when a slave was introduced to D/s; they loved the person holding the rod.
Suppose that Cheryl had done this just to unhinge Janet? The woman had not said anything at all about her training, regardless of how many stripes that Janet had as yet placed upon her.
She walked downstairs, and found Cheryl still chained where she had left her. Her hands linked behind her back, a collar chain locked to the ringbolt on the wall.
"Are you ready to submit?" Janet asked.
"To have your body and flesh striped and used by your Mistress?"
"Yes, Mistress Janet, use me," Cheryl answered.
Janet unlocked Cheryl's collar chain, but did not blindfold her or attach a leash on her collar chair. She pulled Cheryl to her feet, and looked her in the eyes.
"Prepare to be used."
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet pulled Cheryl along to the elevator, and they rode down to the Dungeon in silence. Normally, Janet would have placed a blindfold and ballgag on a slave. But after Cheryl's extraordinary performance today, she wanted to look into her eyes.
She placed Cheryl into the stocks, first closing the bar the locked her ankles into place. Then she unlocked her hands, and indicated that Cheryl place her head and hands in the half circles of wood. Janet then closed the yoke, and locked it shut.
"Are you ready, slave?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," Cheryl answered.
Janet had removed a leather paddle from the cabinet. It would sting and hurt, but not really mark, since it was so soft. But it could be used for a long time.
"Kiss the paddle," Janet ordered.
Cheryl did as she was instructed, then remained silent.
Holding the paddle in her gloved hands, Janet looked directly at Cheryl.
"It's really a good thing that Tina is away this weekend, Cheryl," Janet began, "else your little performance would have amazed even her. No inexperienced woman could take the cock like that, or place a plug up her ass, unless they've been trained first. You know a lot more than you're telling me, which is nothing," said Janet.
Cheryl stayed silent in her wooden prison as Janet spoke to her.
"Last week I whipped you harshly because you disobeyed me. Tonight, I'm going to use you harshly again because you're not telling me the truth."
"I told you I want to be trained as a slave, Mistress Janet. Your slave."
"You've prepared for this, haven't you?" demanded Janet.
"That's my affair, Mistress Janet."
"To come clear across the country and force me to train you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Since you desire my use, then you shall have it."
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Janet struck the paddle on Cheryl's bottom, watching as each stroke left a red mark behind. Each time that she struck Cheryl, she moaned slightly.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Janet wondered if Cheryl had a martyr complex, if she could take endless amounts of punishment. Or if she was a painslut, perhaps. Tonight, Janet wanted the tears to flow from Cheryl's eyes. Then she would take her to bed.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
"Kiss the paddle," Janet ordered suddenly.
"Yes, Mistress," cried Cheryl as she did as she was told.
After a paddling like that, Cheryl would be reminded each time that she sat down that Janet had used her. Janet then released Cheryl from the stocks, and pinched her erect nipples.
"Owww!" cried Cheryl.
"Who does your body belong to?" Janet demanded.
"You, Mistress Janet!"
Janet then slapped Cheryl across the cheek, surprising her charge.
"Are you a slut?"
"Mistress?"
"I said, are you a slut?" asked Janet.
"I am whatever my Mistress wants me to be," Cheryl answered.
"In that case."
Janet pulled Cheryl over to the ceiling chain. Originally, she had wanted to bind her to the X frame or the cross, but had decided against it. Last week, in the same position, she had used the whip on her. Since it was already late, she had another weapon in mind.
From the inside of her leather bodysuit, Janet extracted two nipple clamps. She displayed them for Cheryl's benefit, then closed then on Cheryl's erect nipples, making her moan as each one was applied.
"Ahhh!" moaned Cheryl.
Janet selected a rubber flogger. The rubber strands would sting and hurt, and Cheryl would be reminded all week about how Janet had used her.
"Kiss the flogger, slave," directed Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet began with a light series of strokes of five, with the last one being the most severe. Then Janet would pause, and begin again. Cheryl had been pulled taut by the ceiling chain, and her ankles were locked to a spreader bar. She was helpless and exposed, totally vulnerable to whatever Mistress Janet wanted.
Why?
Her interviews were a lie, Lori had told her that she had bought every D/s book at a shop in LA, and she had probably been trained in the use of her mouth and bottom.
Where would this lead? When and why would she call her safeword? If she would ever call it at all?
"What is your safeword, Cheryl?" demanded Janet.
"Mistress?"
"I said what is your safeword."
"Sin, Mistress Janet."
"Good, I wanted to make sure that you haven't forgotten it. One day, it may save your life," cautioned Janet.
"Yes, Mistress Janet, thank you."
"Now we can continue," said Janet.
"Thank you, Mistress."
Had Cheryl forgotten her safeword, Janet had been prepared to release Cheryl, dress her, then throw her out of the house. Instead, Cheryl had remembered her safeword, so Janet would continue.
Janet then struck Cheryl several times on her breasts, making tears come to her eyes. After a pause, Janet then used the flogger between Cheryl's legs, making her cry and squirm. She made sure to strike the inside of Cheryl's exposed thighs when she did so.
After removing the nipple clamps, Janet made certain to strike Cheryl's tender breasts with five strokes each. Her white skin was now marked red from every impact of the rubber flogger.
Janet had kept an exact count of the number of strokes that she had used. She would write it down when she replaced the flogger in the cabinet.
"Kiss the flogger."
"Yes, Mistress," tearfully answered Cheryl.
Janet unlocked Cheryl, and placed her, sobbing, on the leather bench. She gave Cheryl a box of tissues to dry her eyes.
"Are you expecting me to comfort you?" Janet demanded.
"Mistress?"
"Last week, I comforted you because I had punished you harshly after your disobedience. This week, I shall not, because you have not told me the truth, slave."
"Mistress Janet, don't hurt me?" begged Cheryl.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Cheryl. Just take you to bed. If you fail to please me, though, then I shall use the crop on you."
"Please your Mistress."
Janet lay back on her bed, her legs open. Cheryl was on the floor, kneeling, where Janet had ordered her after she had cleaned herself up after the Dungeon session. Cheryl had been tearful and forlorn looking after Janet told her that she was not going to be held in Janet's arms, even after the session that she had endured.
Cheryl's body was marked by the rubber flogger, the marks a dull red in color. The marks would be there for a long time, and combined with the paddling, she would remember this visit for quite a long time.
Cheryl rose from her kneeling position, and climbed onto the bed. She placed her mouth over Janet's sex, her lips, tongue, and teeth working on Janet's sex.
Janet knew of some selfish Dommes who viewed their only goal in life was to get orgasms from their slaves. If they should fail to please, then they were severely beaten.
That was not the way that Janet had been trained by Erica, nor was that the way that she had conducted herself. Janet trained her slaves to submit and to serve, but sexually pleasing her was not her only goal.
When another woman submitted herself to Janet, she was introduced to physical discipline. But she was also treated tenderly afterwards, shown just how much courage it took to submit, and encouraged to proceed even further.
"Oh!" Janet cried as the first orgasm pulsed through her thighs.
Janet bounced on the bed, since Cheryl had excited her quickly. Cheryl's tongue played itself over her clit, darting in and out, stimulating with each touch. Each touch exciting her, making Janet hotter and hotter with touch.
Cheryl's tongue went deep into Janet's love canal, sucking her, stimulating her to orgasm. Janet knew that she was wet, felt Cheryl's tongue inside her, lapping at her juices.
"Ohhhh!"
Janet held onto Cheryl's hair, gently keeping her slave between her legs. She wanted Cheryl to satisfy her, to drive her wild with pleasure. Even if Cheryl herself was still smarting from the session that she just endured.
"Ohhhhh!"
One orgasm after another rocked through her, leaving Janet stunned and weak. She bounced on the bed, her bottom slapping against the sheet.
"Thank you, Cheryl. That was excellent," complimented Janet.
"You're welcome, Mistress."
Janet kissed Cheryl on the lips, tasting her own juices. She rolled her tongue over her lips, eager now to taste Cheryl as well.
"On your back," Janet ordered.
Cheryl did as she was told, and soon Janet was between her thighs. Janet wanted to tease Cheryl, so she slowly tongued her, drawing her climax out slowly. She excited Cheryl gradually, licking her sex as the woman gradually lubricated in response to Janet's attentions.
After the harsh punishment that Janet had given Cheryl, she wanted to show her slave that she could pleasure as well as pain. But somehow Cheryl seemed to want to satisfy her Mistress even more than usual this evening. Perhaps the experience of spending the night chained on the bedroom floor next to her Mistress had taught Cheryl submission.
Janet drove Cheryl to climax, making her companion moan and rock on the sheets. Cheryl clearly responded to Janet's attentions, her nipples hard and her sex wet. Cheryl held onto her Mistress tightly, their breasts and lips close together.
Resting on the table was a dildo, and Janet held it in her hand as she used Cheryl with it again and again, driving her to climax. The bed was wet with their sweat before Cheryl dropped off to sleep first, with Janet following afterwards.
Sunday July 19, 1998
"Cheryl, I have something for you," said Janet.
Janet and Cheryl were in the library. Tina had not yet returned, so Mistress Janet had to train the slave all weekend by herself. In the morning, Janet had unlocked Cheryl, and she had let Cheryl serve as her bath girl. Cheryl had bathed and pampered her Mistress, just as Janet had taught her to.
While Cheryl bathed, Janet had prepared breakfast herself. Janet ate in the Dining Room, Cheryl in the kitchen. Finally, they faced one another in the library.
After a solid day of storms, the weather had finally broken. Rays of sunlight peeped through the clouds, and the forecast was going to be for a good day.
"Yes, Mistress?"
Janet opened a desk drawer and removed a wooden box. She stood up from her chair, and walked over to Cheryl's.
"Extend your left hand," Janet ordered.
"Yes, Mistress."
"These are my slave rings," described Janet, "any Mistress that knows me will see you wearing my ring and know that you are serving me."
Janet tried a number of rings on Cheryl's index finger until she found the right sized one that fit correctly. The rings were made of sterling silver and had links incised on their outer surface.
"Do you understand what wearing this ring means?" demanded Janet.
"That I am your slave, Mistress."
"Very good, Cheryl. Ordinarily, I wouldn't give a slave ring so soon. But since I have discovered your deceit in taking the cock and anal training, you are more advanced than you are letting on."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"I have one other gift for you," said Janet as she resumed her seat.
"Mistress?"
Resuming her seat, Janet removed the jar of lubricant and the larger butt plug that she had shown to Cheryl on Saturday.
"This is a moderate sized butt plug, larger than the one that you wore on Saturday. You are to wear it for two hours each day at home until next week. If you cannot insert it easily by then, then you shall be very harshly used," threatened Janet.
"Mistress?"
"Those are your orders, Cheryl. The car will be here in three minutes, and you will wait in the foyer."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl as she placed the two items in her purse.
Janet watched Cheryl leave, and was even more worried about her than she had been before. Not only had the woman posed naked for a photographer she had also researched D/s and probably trained herself in sucking a cock and placing a plug up her ass. Then forcing herself on a Mistress clear across the country. Why?
From the Diary of Cheryl Branford:
If last weekend I made the mistake of disobedience, this weekend I made one of submission. I was proud of the fact that I had guessed that a Mistress would want to use my mouth, sex, and bottom, and had trained myself in advance using sex toys.
On Friday night, I was made to wear the dildo harness while I performed housecleaning tasks. Afterwards, Janet chained me at the foot of her bed that night, and I have never felt so helpless or humiliated in my life.
On Saturday, I made my mistake. I took both the cock and anal plug without effort or protest. Janet accused me of having been trained in advance, and I had no defense. I was severely used that night in the Dungeon, and I shall be wearing her marks for a long time.
She has given me a larger butt plug, which I am now wearing in my bottom. It was about the same size one that I had used at home, and slid easily into my anus.
I dare not disobey her again, even as I now put my plans into effect.
I continue to be sexually attracted to Mistress Janet, and her use of me in bed is what I look forward to. With my naked body striped by the lash, I cannot wait to serve Mistress Janet sexually.
I gaze at the silver ring on my finger, and wonder, have I truly become her slave?
The End of "The Challenge" Chapter Seven Part Two