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The Challenge CH08 Progressions Part 2
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Challenge CH08 PT2
Part Three: The Client
June 1984
Erica paced the library, walking back and forth. She had achieved the position of Domme, yet she had been disturbed by events in the last few weeks that she had not even been a part of.
First came the news that her former Master Daniel had promoted Lauren Singer to Dominatrix in a large S&M Club in Manhattan. He had thrown a huge party that everyone in the scene had attended, unlike the small gathering that Keith had thrown for her months earlier.
Then came the news that Daniel had died in a drunk driving accident. He had gone out drinking, and then rammed a tree at over 90 miles an hour after falling asleep. Finally, the alcohol that had turned him mean and vicious had helped to take his life.
But it was the last piece of news that had been the most shocking of all. All the time that she and Lauren had been Daniel's slaves, Lauren had been separated from her husband. There was a story that he had died of a sudden heart attack, and Lauren had inherited his estate. She was certainly displaying the fact that she had real money now, flaunting herself in Greenwich, and in the city S&M clubs.
The thought that Lauren was a Dominatrix and now possessed financial power frightened Erica down to her core. Lauren was full of Daniel's ideas about power and submission. With all that wealth at her disposal she would be a dangerous Domme indeed.
"Mistress Erica, Joann Robins is here," announced Lisa.
"You may conduct her into the library," ordered Erica, as she resumed her seat behind the library desk, placing Lauren out of her thoughts, in order to interview a new candidate.
Joann Robins was one of the wealthy in Greenwich, who had not waited to inherit a fortune from her family, but had instead gone out and made one of her own. She had started two companies, then sold them, and then made a killing on Wall Street afterwards. She was thirty-five, beautiful, thin, muscular, and tanned. Her hair was a dark brown, an expensive salon had done her hair and nails, and she owned an estate outside of Greenwich.
She was wearing a blouse, white linen skirt, no stockings, and matching heels. Under the blouse, the outlines of her white bra could be seen, and under her skirt a pair of panties outlined her bottom. Joann was a very beautiful woman, indeed.
Alana Peters and Joann Robins had met once, at a formal ball in Manhattan. But that had been in another lifetime.
"Thank you, Lisa. Leave us," directed Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," replied Lisa as she closed the door behind her.
"I am Mistress Erica Riken," Erica said softly, "pleased to meet you."
It was early evening, and Erica now had the golden opportunity in her career as a Dominatrix. Joann Robins was a wealthy woman, prominent in Greenwich Society, who wanted to seek out a Mistress rather than travel to New York City. Erica had arranged for Joann to be "collected," blindfolded so she would not know the location, then driven to Erica's house.
"I am not sure how to address you," replied Joann.
"Mistress Erica will do. Are you nervous?"
"Yes."
"Drink?"
"Diet Coke would be fine, thank you, Mistress Erica."
"Two Diet Cokes, Lisa," ordered Erica after she pressed the intercom button on her desk.
They waited a short time before there was a knock on the door, and Lisa entered. She placed a large glass containing ice and soda in front of Erica and her guest, bowed, and then closed the door behind her.
"Is she?" asked Joann.
"Is she what?"
"Your.........slave?"
"Yes," answered Erica as she sipped at her drink.
"Then this is all for real," said Joann.
"You do want to be used by a Mistress, don't you?" asked Erica.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Last year, I was involved in a strange relationship. I went riding and misused the horse. My boyfriend took the riding crop to my bare bottom after he pulled down my riding breeches."
"And what happened?" asked Erica.
"I got wet between my legs, I was so embarrassed. Later on, he spanked me one night in bed. It turned me on! However, he went off to Europe, and I haven't found anyone since who could........."
"Fulfill your desires," said Erica finishing the woman's sentence.
"Yes."
"If you want to serve a Mistress who will fulfill your desires with the utmost discretion, then I am the one that you seek. I can answer your fantasies, and provide you with an experience that you will never have otherwise," stated Erica.
"I have these strange feelings," admitted Joann, "that I cannot reconcile with myself."
"Of submission?" asked Erica as she sipped her drink.
"No. Yes," confessed Joann.
"Do you envision yourself at the feet of a leather clad woman who will use your body, cover you in stripes, keep you naked and bound?"
"Yes," admitted Joann.
"You realize that these desires of yours place you outside the normal scheme of things, don't you?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Are you prepared to feel the confines of steel and leather, be kept naked at all times, and endure the lash and crop?"
"Yes, Mistress, I am."
"You do understand that you are free to leave at any time, that I am not forcing you to become my slave?"
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"Good," answered Erica as she took another sip of her drink, and then reclined back in the chair.
"What do you want to me to do, Mistress Erica?" asked Joann as she placed her empty glass on a nearby table.
There was dead silence in the library as Erica carefully considered her next move. What to do?
"Since you have not written your bio yet, nothing serious. But I would like you to strip so that I can see that lovely body of yours," Erica ordered.
"Strip?" asked Joann.
"Naked," answered Erica, "unless you know some other way."
Hesitantly, Joann rose to her feet, her eyes looking all around the library. Slowly, she unzipped her skirt, revealing white panties underneath, then folding her skirt and placing it on the chair. Her blouse followed, and then she undid her bra, and then slipped her panties from her hips. She stood in silence, naked before Erica.
"Turn around," Erica ordered.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Joann as she followed Erica's instruction.
"Have you ever been naked in front of other women?" asked Erica.
"Sometimes in the steam room at the health club, Mistress."
"You have a beautiful body," observed Erica, "if you choose to serve me, you may be marked. You will either have to hide your marks, or explain them away somehow."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Get dressed," ordered Erica, "I shall not use you this evening."
"Not even to be spanked, Mistress?" asked Joann.
"Not until you have written your bio. Are you busy this weekend?"
"I was planning on going on a friend's yacht, if the weather is good, Mistress."
"Cancel it," Erica ordered, "you're going to be spending the weekend with me."
"Mistress?" asked Joann, a look of bewilderment on her face.
"You shall spend the weekend here, with me, naked and collared. Only after you have written a sexual biography will I use you for the first time. What time do you want the car to collect you on Saturday morning?" asked Erica.
"Mistress?"
"You have gotten your wish, Joann. I am a Mistress who can help you to experience your deepest and darkest sexual desires. If you do not take this chance now, I shall never see you again."
"Nine AM, Mistress," hesitantly answered Joann.
"Excellent," answered Erica, "think long and hard for the rest of the week about your sexuality, as you have never done before. If you have the slightest doubt about what you are to begin, then you should refuse me."
"Yes, Mistress."
"You are about to abandon your station in life, Joann. You shall be kept naked, on display at all times, free for my use or my Maid, so should I order. You will be wearing a collar around your neck, bracelets on your wrists and ankles, and your lovely body available for whatever use I decide. That includes my hand, the lash or the crop, or anything else that I decide. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress, I think so," shakily answered Joann.
"Good," said Erica as she rose from her chair, "once dressed, Lisa will call the car for you."
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
Erica and Lisa watched at the car pulled away, Joann riding in the back seat a pair of dark glasses covering her eyes. Erica had watched as Joann replaced the clothes that she had removed earlier, her guest blushing throughout.
"Will she be back, Mistress?" asked Lisa.
"Yes," Erica answered confidently, "yes."
Erica sat at her desk, sipping from a can of Diet Coke. She was staring at the words on the computer screen that she had just written. She chewed on the eraser at the end of a pencil, thinking.
There, on the screen, were her plans for training a slave. Having them strip, and wear only a collar and cuffs. Except if a woman was having her period, of course.
They would write a sexual biography of themselves, explaining what they had or had not done sexually. Erica would then assess what she would do, or not do with them, since she would never force a person to do an activity that might hurt them.
The memory of Daniel's cock forcing itself into her anus was all too recent, how she had begged him to stop. The pain she felt when he rammed himself into her hole.
`I'll never do that to a slave,' thought Erica.
She would explain what a safeword was, then never go beyond it if a slave ever used it. She would test a slave, of course. But never harm or cause injury.
She would not humiliate in public, or play sex games. Whether a slave was a woman of means or an average person, she would only use them within the confines of the Mansion. No going out to Dinner with a slave, and leaving them without money to pay the check.
Erica sipped at her drink, knowing that what she had written was just the beginning.
Keith's use of her last month had energized her, and had demonstrated to Lisa the commitment involved in submission. Lisa now obeyed Erica implicitly, following her every word.
Erica's journey as a Dominatrix had begun.
"Enter!" commanded Erica.
"Joann Robins is here, Mistress," announced Lisa from outside the library doors.
"Conduct her in here."
"Yes, Mistress."
Joann Robins followed Lisa into the library. It was now Saturday morning and she had been collected, placed dark glasses on her eyes, then driven to Erica's estate. She was wearing a loose sundress, and Erica wondered if she was wearing any underwear, since she did not seem to have a visible panty line under her clothes.
"Welcome," greeted Erica, "Joann, you may be seated."
Joann assumed a seat in front of the library desk, and Lisa remained standing at her side. She was clearly nervous, the way that she was clutching her handbag.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Have you made your decision?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"What is it to be?"
"I want to serve you, Mistress Erica," softly answered Joann.
"Thank you, your trust in me shall not be misplaced. Lisa shall now conduct you to the bedroom where you shall be prepared. Have you done as I asked, thought deeply about your sexuality?"
"Yes, Mistress," quickly answered Lisa.
"Lisa," Erica ordered, "You may prepare our guest in the bedroom."
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
Twenty minutes later, Lisa again interrupted Erica. Except that this time it was to bring Joann back to the library. The woman was now naked, with a collar around her neck, and leather bracelets on her wrists and ankles. Her wrists were locked behind her back, but her feet were not hobbled. She had brought a pair of modest heels with her on Erica's orders, and they were now locked upon her feet by a series of small leather straps.
"Thank you, Lisa. You may release Joann's hands, and lock her collar to the school desk.
Erica had pushed the leather chairs off to one side, and had placed and locked a school desk that she had purchased directly in front of her library desk. On the desk were a lined legal pad, and a pen and pencil.
Lisa did as she was instructed, and her charge was now locked to the motionless desk, which was in turn locked to the floor. Joann would not be going anywhere soon.
"Before you begin serving me, Joann, you are ordered to write a sexual biography of yourself. Your sexual experiences the fantasies that you have about yourself and others. Especially those that involve serving a Mistress."
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"I shall leave you alone in the library, and you may call Lisa or myself if you want a drink or have to go to the bathroom. You must write, or else I shall not use you, do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"One last order, you must select a safeword. That will be your choice."
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica and Lisa then walked out of the library, leaving Joann alone to her thoughts and writing. She had pulled at the desk and her chain on Erica's orders, and found them to be implacable. She was a prisoner until released.
After three hours of working, and one call for a drink, Joann called and asked that Erica return to the library. Joann had written about a dozen pages in a clear distinctive handwriting that Erica would have no problem reading.
"Excellent," complimented Erica, "thank you, Joann."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Lisa, take Joann to the kitchen, and give her lunch. I'm going to read what she has written, and then have her clean house with you as instructed. I'll check on your progress a little later."
"Yes, Mistress," replied Lisa as she unlocked Joann from the school desk.
Erica sat down behind the desk to read, and she wondered just how Joann would take to being ordered around by a Maid dressed in black satin. But that would be after her lunch, of course.
In the past few weeks, Erica had sketched out the broad outlines of how she would conduct herself as a Domme. She would primarily service the wealthy women of Greenwich and the environs of Connecticut and New York. Though if someone interesting came along who couldn't pay her for the exclusive services that she offered, that would be forgiven. Perhaps payment was too strong a word; she would instead use the word "gift."
Erica read Joann's bio after lunch in the library. Joann may have been a wealthy woman with her name in the society pages, but she hadn't said anything when Lisa ordered her to put on an apron over her nakedness and assist her in house cleaning.
Having Joann come on Saturday morning really didn't allow for enough time for her training. Erica decided that from now on she would have a prospect come on Friday night. There was barely enough time to have her outfitted, do a few chores with Lisa, then serve a meal or two, and have a session on Saturday night before she would have to leave the next day.
That was going to be all part of her decisions as a Domme, and Mistress of her House.
"Mistress?"
Joann had been called from her chores by Erica, and was now kneeling in front of her on the library carpet. The apron had been left in the kitchen, and she was naked once again.
"I have read your biography, and have found you suitable. You have a desire for submission, and you want your body used by a Mistress. Is that correct?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"I gave you an order in the library besides writing down your bio. Do you remember what that was?"
"I had to choose a safeword, Mistress."
"Have you chosen one?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress. I would like my safeword to be passion."
"Very good choice, Joann."
Erica looked at her watch. It was already five, and Dinner had been scheduled for seven. That had left enough time for Joann's first use, which would be just a prelude for her real use later that evening in the Dungeon.
"You told me that the first time you had been physically used was in the club, a man had taken down your riding breeches and used a crop on your behind. Is that correct?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And you have been spanked as well?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And how did you feel after both incidents?"
"I enjoyed them, Mistress Erica," replied Joann, her cheeks blushing red.
"Good," said Erica as she rose to her feet, and then walked over to the couch, a hairbrush in her hand.
Erica noted the Joann suddenly grew nervous at the sight of the wooden hairbrush in the hands of her Mistress. What was before just an innocuous household object was now something quite different and menacing in the hands of a Dominatrix; who was skilled in its use.
"Joann, you may attend me," said Erica.
"Have I done anything wrong.........Mistress?" protested Joann.
"No you haven't, Joann. So far, you have obeyed all of my orders perfectly. Your reward then shall be your first use, a mild one on your bottom. So get on my knees, your training has just begun."
Meekly, Joann rose to her feet, and then placed herself gingerly over Erica's lap. Erica admired her fine body, perfect figure and skin. She had decided that she would not invade Joann sexually until after her first spanking.
"Prepare to be spanked."
"Yes, Owwww!" shouted Joann as the hairbrush struck her bottom.
Erica had begun with a mild stroke, one that was barely harder than if Joann had fallen to the ground. Her shock was mainly due to the surprise that she felt on having her bottom used by a Mistress for the first time.
"Owww!
"Owwww!
"Owwww!
Erica would strike Joann's bottom in one place, then move on to another. Just a few weeks before, she had seen Joann's picture in the paper in the society pages. Now the same woman, a socialite, was draped over knees being spanked.
"Owww!
"Owww!
"Owww!
"Owww!" cried Joann each time that the hairbrush struck her behind.
Erica had imagined that Joann would rise to her feet, screaming about the indignity of her use by Erica, but instead she remained on Erica's lap, absorbing every blow to her bottom and perhaps her dignity as well.
"Enough," said Erica, "you may kneel."
Erica had moderately used Joann's bottom, so that her skin was a mild shade of red. She did not want to either use Joann so severely as to frighten her off, just enough to make her want more. Judging from her response to a spanking that had consisted of just ten strokes with the hairbrush, she was definitely interested in continuing with Erica.
"Very good," complimented Erica.
"Thank you, Mistress," answered Joann, her hair slightly in disarray and her entire body excited by the spanking.
"Are you wet?"
"Mistress?" asked Joann in surprise.
"Are you wet? You have permission to touch yourself."
"I don't, I mean........."
"While you are in my House, you are forbidden to touch your breasts or your sex, unless given express permission my myself or Lisa. You are also forbidden to give yourself an orgasm, or to sexually excite yourself. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"Good, I therefore give you permission to place your hand between your legs, and tell me if I have excited you."
Hesitantly, with a huge red blush on her cheeks, Joann inserted her right hand between her legs, and then moaned slightly as her fingers penetrated into her womanhood.
"Ohhh!" cried Joann.
"You may remove your hand," ordered Erica.
When Joann did so, her index and forefinger were coated with her juices. Joann, it seemed, had been stimulated quite easily, by just a mild spanking. Erica wondered what the effect that the crop would have on her.
"Taste yourself."
Have crossed one divide; it was easy to cross another. Joann drew her fingers to her mouth, and sucked at her own juices from between her legs.
"Very good, Joann," complimented Erica.
"Thank you, Mistress Erica."
"Have you ever masturbated yourself in the presence of another woman or man?" asked Erica.
"No, Mistress," replied Joann, embarrassment evident in her voice.
"Here, you shall learn how to do just that, on my command."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now go and rejoin Lisa in the kitchen. You are to prepare Dinner with Lisa, then serve me in the Dining Room. Later this evening, you shall be used."
"Thank you, Mistress," said Joann, still kneeling on the carpet.
"One last thing before you go. Now that I have used you for the first time, I have given Lisa permission to discipline you if you fail to obey and order or make a mistake. You are to take her orders as if they were mine, do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"You have taken your first steps into slavery, Joann. Do not disappoint me. You have my leave to go."
"Thank you, Mistress."
Erica watched as Joann rose to her feet, bowed, then left the library. Joann was clearly excited and afraid at the same time. It would be up to Erica to get her prospect over her worries to make her comfortable with her new found submission.
But that was her job as a Domme, of course. Just as Mistress Judith had done with her in NYC, and later Daniel (at least in the beginning) and Keith had done with her.
Lisa and Joann had prepared a somewhat elaborate Dinner for Erica, and it had all gone off rather well. Since it was summer, they had prepared Clam chowder, and baked flounder with salad, and to drink, white wine.
Joann had served under Lisa, and she had taken all of her orders perfectly. Erica wished that she could have had another Domme present, but that would be for the future. Time to make friends with other Dommes and learn from them, to develop a stable of slaves eager to serve Mistress Erica.
Erica was served coffee and cake in the Dining Room after the dishes had been cleared. Lisa and Joann would eat together, then clean up after Dinner was over. Lisa would keep Joann busy until she would be taken down to the Dungeon to be used.
While finishing her coffee, Erica had a strange thought, one that rose unbidden, from her days back on Wall Street: she wondered how many slaves it would take to amortize the investment that she had made in the Dungeon and all it's contents?
Erica dressed that night in a black PVC Dominatrix dress that had long sleeves and the hemline of which ended above her knees. She had not yet totally gotten used to wearing very high heels, so she instead decided on a more modest pair. She modeled herself in the mirror, admiring the way the fabric molded itself to her figure.
Lisa had taken Joann down to the Dungeon, and was already down there waiting for her. It was after 10 PM, and Erica had wanted Joann to get a little rest. Her slave in training was going to be having a busy night.
Erica walked down the steps, only wishing that the Mansion had an elevator installed to reach the second floor as well. Still, it was exciting to wear a fetish dress in her House, to feel the PVC hug itself to all of her curves.
She took the elevator downstairs, then walked into the Dungeon. There, just as she had ordered, was Lisa and Joann.
Lisa was dressed in a black satin Maid's outfit with black hose and a pair of matching heels. The outfit was cinched mildly tightly around her waist, which expanded her bust. Erica wondered if she should buy a corset or Basque for her to wear, since she had already bought some for herself.
Joann was naked, and kneeling on the floor. Her hands were locked behind her back, and she was wearing a blindfold and ball gag, and Lisa was holding onto a leash that was attached to her collar. Her prospect was already quite helpless.
"Very good, Lisa," complimented Erica.
"Thank you, Mistress."
Joann stayed silent in her position, then Erica signaled for Lisa to remove her blindfold. Joann blinked in the sudden light as her vision was restored to her.
Her eyes registered surprise as she took in the tableau in front of her, as she recognized the various devices that were now before her.
"You may remove her gag."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Thank you, Mistress," said Joann when the ball was removed from her mouth.
"Do you recognize what these things are?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do you submit to me of your own free will, without coercion or duress?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"That I shall have the freedom to use your body in any way I choose while you are here?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"That you will remain silent about what happens to you here?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"That you have consented to be my slave?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Then prepare to be used," said Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," replied Joann, softly.
"Lisa, tie her to the to the post," ordered Erica.
The post was something that Erica had seen in a catalog and had ordered. It was more like an inverted T, and a slave's arm's could be bound behind her and attached to the post, and her bracelets on her ankles would be bound to the ends of the bar. This would make her breasts protrude, and leave her sex exposed to whatever Erica could devise.
Once secured, Erica selected a riding crop with a leather piece at the end. It would leave a red mark and sting, but not really hurt. But it was perfect for introducing a new prospect to the crop.
"I shall crop you first, Joann."
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica began by using the crop on Joann's breasts. Every time that the leather struck her, Joann emitted a low moan. Erica struck her breasts, shoulders, stomach, thighs, and lightly on her sex.
She delivered her strokes in-groups of five, paused, and then began again. Erica wanted Joann to slowly get used to the crop, and began with a series of very mild strokes that she soon increased in intensity and strength.
"Ahhh!" cried Joann.
"Are you excited, slave?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress, yes!"
"Then I will continue, however," paused Erica.
Erica reached out and pinched Joann's right nipple, which had grown hard from her sexual excitement from having been cropped. Then she reached down, and ran her fingers through Joann's pussy hair, and stroked her Venus mound.
"How pretty a woman you are, yet you long to be whipped and disciplined by a Mistress. That lovely skin of yours will bear the marks of my lash and crop, and be virgin no more. Have you ever been to bed with a woman?" asked Erica.
"Just once, Mistress."
"Then in this House you shall also learn how to please your Mistress in bed. But that will be later."
"Ohhhh!" cried Joann as Erica gently inserted her index finger inside Joann's cuntlips, making her squirm and moan.
"Your body belongs to me now, Joann. I will use you in any way that I desire."
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
Erica then made Joann suck her juices off of her finger, then used the crop on her a few more times, leaving a series of red marks on her skin. Joann moaned and pulled at her bonds without effect, and she looked like she was about to cry, but did not.
"Kiss the crop and thank your Mistress," ordered Erica when she had finished.
"Thank.........Thank you, Mistress Erica," stuttered Joann, in shock from her first real use.
"Lisa, hang Joann from the ceiling. I shall flog her next," calmly described Erica.
The use of the word "flog" had clearly disturbed Joann. As Lisa took her down from the post, then secured her wrists to the ceiling chain, Erica had glanced into the woman's eyes. Though Joann said nothing, and meekly submitted as she was again made helpless, Erica could just image what horrors must be going through her mind.
Once a spreader bar had been locked to Joann's ankles, Lisa had activated the motor and pulled her taut. Her feet were still resting on the floor, but now Joann was straight as a ruler.
Erica removed a flogger made of a soft felt material. It would strike the flesh, and leave a mark. But not really sting or hurt.
"Kiss the flogger," ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Joann as she did as she was told.
"You are ordered to count each stroke."
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
"Four!"
"Five!"
As she delivered each stroke Erica carefully watched Joann's facial expressions. In the beginning, Joann had been very scared. But after a few strokes, when she had realized that the flogger would not strip the skin from her, Joann had relaxed. She pulled at her chains, the muscles visible under her skin. But the fear slowly had dissipated.
"Eight!"
"Ten!"
"Twelve!"
"Fifteen!"
Since this was her first real use, Erica did not want to scare Joann. On Monday morning, she wanted Joann to gaze at her marks with pride and she had been courageous enough to take them onto her body, and to want to return. Her strokes were modest, and stung, and left a mark behind. Their mild pain had been transmuted into pleasure.
"Twenty!" yelled Joann, slightly her voice slightly hoarse from counting out each stroke.
"Very good Joann" complimented Erica, "very good, indeed."
"Thank you, Mistress," panted Joann.
"Lisa, please take Joann upstairs, clean her up, then chain her at the foot of my bed? I'll want her about forty five minutes."
"Yes, Mistress Erica," smartly answered Lisa.
Erica presented the flogger to Joann, who kissed it without having to be told. From the way that Joann was pulling at her chains, Erica knew that Joann was now excited sexually in a way that she had never been before. If the mild cropping and spanking that her boyfriend had done before had made her wet, her first use in the Dungeon had brought her to a new level of sexual energy. It would be up to Erica to provide a release.
"Lisa, make sure that she doesn't touch her nipples or her pussy, could you? I don't want her to climax," ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"Thank you Lisa, I shall be in the library."
Just after Midnight, Erica entered her bedroom. Joann was kneeling on the carpet, naked and bound, as per her instructions. Erica had spent the time in the library reading while Lisa had prepared her slave.
Erica stripped off the PVC dress, and hung it in the closet. Then she walked into the bathroom, and quickly washed the sweat off her. She dried herself, then emerged back to the bedroom.
"Are you ready to serve your Mistress in bed?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica unlocked Joann's collar chain, then her wrists. She lay down on the bedcovers, then opened her thighs.
"Please your Mistress, else the crop awaits."
Erica was more than pleased to discover that she did not have to use the crop to encourage Joann. The woman was insatiable once she began to suck and lick at Erica's pussy, and drove her Mistress to one climax after another.
Then Erica used her own mouth and lips and released all of Joann's pent-up sexual energy in one shattering sexual climax after another. Then Erica used a dildo, which she pushed deep into Joann's sex, making her moan and buck with one climax after another.
Erica failed to notice what time they finally stopped making love, but she didn't much care either, since she was exhausted. She looked at Joann, who had fallen asleep first, and the woman had a pleased expression on her face. Even if her collar had been locked to a chain from a ringbolt on the wall.
"Will she be back, Mistress?" asked Lisa as they watched the car drive away with Joann in the back seat.
Joann had been bathed the next morning and had breakfast with Lisa, then she had been ushered into the library for a exit interview with Erica.
Erica had asked her all kinds of questions about her use, and she was sure that Joann had replied truthfully. The woman had enjoyed her first taste of slavery, and had wanted more.
"Yes," answered Erica, "she'll be back."
What Erica had not counted on was that after a few months of use, Joann would ask if she could send some of her girlfriends to be used by Erica, to experience submission. Mistress Erica and her Maid Lisa would be very busy in the months to come.
The End of "The Challenge" Chapter Eight Part Two