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"The Challenge" Chapter Nine: The Other End of The Crop
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Chapter 09: The Other End of the Crop
Part One: The Contract Fulfilled
Friday September 11, 1998
While Janet was not supposed to put in an appearance at her job at Xylex, she had forgotten some papers in her office and decided to drop in and retrieve them so she could work over the weekend.
She had dressed in a DKNY blouse and skirt, unlike her usual blue business suit. Janet had carried her briefcase (black leather, of course) inside the building, and intended to be no more than ten minutes within her office.
"Coffee, Janet?" asked her secretary, Clara.
Janet had to stop herself for verbally disciplining Clara for not calling her Mistress. She had to remember that she wasn't at home now, and that Clara wasn't her slave. She was a secretary that she shared with three other executives.
"Yes, thank you," answered Janet, frustrated that she was unable to find the papers that she had been searching for.
After a few minutes more, Janet gave up and slammed the desk drawer closed. She wanted her coffee now, and wondered what was causing the delay.
She walked outside her office, furious and angry at not finding her papers, and wanting her caffeine fix. But her anger melted away when she approached Clara's desk.
"Oh!" said Janet.
Standing next to her secretary's desk was Clara's daughter, Amy. Clara had just shown the pictures around the office last week of her little girl's fifth birthday party.
"I'm sorry, Janet. I got busy with Amy here. My sister will be over to take her for the day and........."
"That's all right, Clara. Your daughter is more important than my cup of coffee," said Janet as she poured herself a cup from the machine next to Clara's desk.
Janet glanced at her secretary's desk, at the family picture of Clara, her husband, and their two children. She often stared at the picture, looking at her secretary's family.
"I'll just go back to searching, Clara," said Janet.
"Yes, Janet, call me if you need anything," answered Clara.
Exhaling when she searched through her file cabinets, she wondered if family life would have been in store for her had she not asked Sally to liven up her sex life.
Would Janet now be in Clara's place, a secretary with a husband and a couple of children? Instead of Dominatrix, being a wife and mother (not that those roles were mutually exclusive, she had met couples with a Domme wife and submissive husband) living an extraordinary domestic life.
Now here she was, Dominatrix, and Corporate Executive, who still couldn't find that damn file!
"Shit!" she said aloud.
The file that she had been looking for was inside of another file, which was why she couldn't find it. It was just one back from being where it should have been, but her own frustration had prevented her from seeing it.
Janet grabbed the damn file and a couple of others, and threw them in her case and locked it shut. She drained the coffee in one swallow, then pitched the disposable cup into the wastebasket.
"All done, Janet?" asked Clara when Janet passed her desk.
"Yes, thank you."
"You should have been here yesterday, and heard all the commotion."
"Really, about what?"
"There's some gossip about someone buying our stock. Not just here in New York, but also on the Philadelphia exchange as well."
"Well, that is all well and good, but I have a project to do," said Janet.
"Good-bye, Janet."
"Good-bye, Clara," answered Janet as she left her job.
She was going to have a busy night with Cheryl, so Janet wanted to get as much work done as possible beforehand. What she really wanted to do was to just go for a nice long drive in the Miata, with the top down and the wind blowing in her face.
It was getting a little hard for Janet to conceal Cheryl from her closest Domme friend. She and Stephanie were very close, sharing almost everything. They would lend slaves to one another, so that the slave could experience a different Mistress.
When they went out on their last Dinner date, Stephanie had asked why Janet was always busy on the weekends. She had told her that she was training a new slave, which had proven to be a mistake, for now Stephanie was very curious. Even asking when the new girl would be loaned to her.
BEEP!
The car horn that went off behind her broke Janet's chain of thought about Cheryl, bringing her back into the real world. Janet pressed on the gas, and continued driving.
All right, Cheryl, you've been a good slave so far,' Janet thought to herself, let's see how you perform now.'
With the coming of September, the temperature had gotten colder. The library windows were now kept mostly closed, though Janet would open them a crack to get some fresh air inside.
When she had a slave in the house naked, all of the windows were closed and the house kept warm, so that the slave would not catch a chill. If Janet wanted some fresh air, she would take a walk outside by herself.
"You may enter, Cheryl," ordered Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," replied Cheryl from the library doors.
Cheryl was already collared and naked, and Tina had gone to attend to something. It was late, past ten, since Cheryl asked to be picked up later than usual for a personal reason.
It was too late, Janet thought, to go down to the Dungeon for a scene, and she was a little tired after working all day. Tina had even had to force her to eat lunch; she had been so busy.
"Sit down," ordered Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Ever since July, when you gave me trouble on those 2 weekends, you have been a model slave. You have taken all of my sessions without complaint, you have served me well in bed, and have read all of the books on submission that I have ordered you to read."
"Thank you, Mistress. I want to be a good slave," calmly explained Cheryl.
"Just like that, like you were buying a new dress."
"Mistress?"
"I have had submissives who have agonized for weeks over why they are here, to be used as a slave by me. Who cannot reconcile their feelings with the way that they have been brought up by society to behave."
"I don't understand, Mistress."
"You planned all of this very carefully, Cheryl," accused Janet.
"I choose not to respond, Mistress."
"You probably read a lot about submission, trained yourself at home with sex toys, were photographed nude, perhaps even hired a Domme to use you a few times. Why?"
"As I said in June, Mistress Janet, I wanted to be trained by you alone."
"You have surrendered your clothes and your dignity, have had your flesh striped and your body invaded sexually, all because you wanted me for your Mistress?"
"Yes, Mistress Janet."
Janet sat back in her chair, the leather rustling when she shifted her weight, and the chair squeaking in response as well.
"There are many Dommes who play games with their subs that can be rather harmful or embarrassing," Janet began, "one Domme I know has constructed a special panty composed of a small dildo rigged to a beeper and power pack. When she wants her slave to call her, off goes the dildo giving the slave a climax at what could be a very sensitive moment. Another will go out to Dinner with her slave, and leave her there with the check and no money."
"Mistress, what does that have to do with me?"
"I used you very harshly last week, didn't I?"
"Yes, Mistress," quickly answered Cheryl.
"You still carry my marks, don't you?"
"Of course, Mistress."
"What if tomorrow I were to order you to dress, take you to a dress shop and have you try on clothes? So that the sales help would see your marks when you were in your underwear? Also have you wear my collar with just the single front ring. Would you do so, humiliate yourself in public?"
"I don't know, Mistress," answered Cheryl, visibly shaken.
"I don't play those kind of games, Cheryl. Whatever I do occurs within the boundaries of this house. I only use a slave with their consent. But I don't play games with my slaves, even if other Dommes consider me a bit conservative and dull."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Are you satisfied with your training?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Mistress, very much. Thank you."
"Is this what you desired in your job as a Corporate Executive back home, to be stripped naked and used by a Dominatrix?"
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl.
"To be a slave?" demanded Janet.
"Yes, Mistress. To be a slave."
"It's rather late this evening, and I'm a bit tired. I have decided that I'll use you now in the library instead of the Dungeon."
"Yes Mistress Janet, whatever you desire."
"I want you to get on the black leather footstool, face down," ordered Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
Cheryl obediently rose from her seat and walked the couple of steps, and draped herself over the footstool as ordered. Janet opened a desk drawer, and removed four coils of rope and four smaller pieces, a red ball gag, a riding crop, and a dildo.
Janet then pushed her chair back, and stood up, carrying everything in two handfuls. She placed them on a table next to the footstool.
She then began to rope Cheryl's arms and legs to the legs of the footstool. First she wrapped the rope a few times around, then knotted and pulled it tight. Then she used another piece, and cinched the ropes, pulling them tighter. It had taken Janet plenty of time to learn just how to use rope without cutting off a person's circulation. Which was why she preferred the familiar cuffs of leather and steel.
Once Cheryl had been roped to the footstool, Janet buckled the ball gag in her mouth, silencing her slave.
"Mmmmmph!" cried Cheryl.
"The footstool is a quite sensuous little piece of equipment," described Janet, "and it was Mistress Stephanie who introduced me to it the first time. But I was a slave then, of course."
Janet watched in amusement as Cheryl rubbed her breasts, stomach, and thighs against the black leather. She clearly liked the aroma of the polished leather, and how it felt against her skin.
"Mmmmmph!"
Janet reached under Cheryl's bound form, and began to pinch and play with her captive's nipples, which were already hard and erect. Cheryl was clearly excited.
"It's rather good to bind a slave to, since I can do all sorts of things with you, can't I?"
"Mmmmmph!" Cheryl emitted a long low moan from behind the gag.
"Wet, aren't you?" asked Janet, "and hot also, but not quite ready yet. Since you've been such a good slave to train, let's see just how much control you have been able to learn."
Janet displayed for Cheryl the dildo, which was a regular, sized one.
"I am not going to make you come or climax, Cheryl, that is not now my objective. Rather, I'm going to insert the dildo in your sex, and you're going to learn to hold it inside."
Cheryl squealed as Janet slowly pushed the dildo into Cheryl's sex, and then left it there instead of simulating sex.
"There now, that's good. Now I want you to hold it inside," ordered Janet, "clamp those cunt muscles of yours around the dildo, and hold it in place."
"Mmmph!" cried Cheryl.
Janet again sat behind her desk, and she had a clear view of Cheryl's bound form on the footstool.
"I'll even give you a little piece of advice, Cheryl. Don't rub yourself against the leather, you won't excite yourself that way."
"Mmmmph!"
Janet watched with wry amusement as Cheryl struggled to keep herself from climaxing with the dildo inside her. She remembered her own struggles of control when Stephanie had bound her in the position. Then she had succeeded in keeping the dildo inside her, even as Mistress Blanca had paddled her.
"Very good, Cheryl," complimented Janet.
"Mmmmmph!"
"You make too much noise, Cheryl. There is, of course, a second part to being roped to the footstool."
Suddenly, Cheryl had stopped moaning from behind the gag.
"Shall I use the paddle, my hand, or the riding crop?" asked Janet.
"Mmmmmph!" cried Cheryl.
"Definitely the paddle," quickly said Janet.
From the desk, Janet procured a leather paddle, which she held in her hands as she displayed it to Cheryl.
"You must keep the phallus inside your sex, Cheryl. If you come and it slips out, I can think of all kinds of nasty things that I can do with you."
Janet stood over Cheryl, holding the paddle in her hands, flexing the black leather, her fingers a nice contrast against a dark background.
"You told me earlier that you wanted be a slave, Cheryl," said Janet, "prepare to be used."
Crack!
Crack!
Janet made sure not to strike Cheryl too hard with the paddle. She didn't want Cheryl to panic, and since she was gagged, Janet kept a very close eye on her. Rather, Janet wanted Cheryl to be able to keep the shaft in her sex.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
The paddle had been her first introduction to Mistress Blanca, her lawyer. But all she knew then was that Blanca had been Stephanie's guest that night, and she had tested Janet's limits of control.
Crack!
Crack!
Janet stopped to run her hand over Cheryl's reddened bottom, feeling the heated skin. The shaft was still inside Cheryl's thighs, and Janet touched it slightly.
"Mmmmph!" cried Cheryl.
"We continue."
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Janet made certain to use a different spot each time, never striking the same place twice. She had specially avoided using Cheryl's bottom last week, just so that she could use it this week.
Crack!
Crack!
"Very good, Cheryl," complimented Janet, "ten strokes with the paddle and you've kept the shaft in your sex."
Janet placed the paddle on the floor and unbuckled Cheryl's ball gag. Cheryl took deep breaths when the ball was freed from her mouth.
"Thank you, Mistress," panted Cheryl.
"You're welcome, Cheryl. I generally don't like to use a slave when gagged unless they have a signal or I'm very close at hand."
Almost casually, Janet reached between Cheryl's legs, held onto the shaft, and began a slow steady rhythmic motion with the phallus. Cheryl immediately began to moan and buck, since now Janet wanted her to climax.
"You may now come," ordered Janet.
Once Janet had given her permission, Cheryl climax, and with her limited freedom of movement, impaled herself on the phallus. She moaned, and made sounds of pleasure as one orgasm after another coursed through her body.
"Aaaaaah!" cried Cheryl.
"Very good, Cheryl."
Janet began the slow process of releasing Cheryl. Rope, while more confining and intimate than cuffs, took longer to both bind and release that the snap locks or padlocks that she usually used.
"You may kneel," Janet ordered.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Legs apart, hands on your knees."
Cheryl did as she was instructed. Janet looked at her watch, and found that it was near Midnight.
"Are you a slut, Cheryl?" Janet asked.
"Mistress?"
"I asked you if you were a slut, Cheryl. Were you predisposed to being a slave even before you came to me to be trained? Did all your research into submission excite you and make you wet?"
"I'm not a slut, Mistress."
"So the Corporate woman finally speaks, does she?" Janet taunted, "then you have certainly fooled me, since you now act like any of my other slaves."
Cheryl stayed silent, and Janet walked over to her and placed her thumb and index finger under Cheryl's chin and raised her head to directly look into Janet's eyes.
"Before you came here this evening, you rouged your aureole and perfumed yourself as Tina has taught you. You know how to satisfy a woman, since Tina has shown you that as well. I have given you pain and pleasure from the lash and crop. Your sex is wet from just the sight of a riding crop. And you are kept naked and collared. You're a slave and a slut, Cheryl."
"No!" cried Cheryl as she buried her face in her hands, the leather of her bracelets a stark contrast against her skin.
"There comes a time," Janet lectured Cheryl, who was still crying, "when every woman who enters my service finally realizes what she has become. You're a slave, Cheryl. You hold your body proudly as one, you wear my collar and take my discipline."
Cheryl sobbed quietly on the floor.
"You have achieved what you came here for, Cheryl. You're my slave," concluded Janet.
Instead of spending the night with Janet, Cheryl instead was allowed to clean herself up and spent the night in a bedroom by herself, unchained. While Janet could have taken her to bed and used her without mercy, instead she knew that Cheryl's realization of what she had finally become would have a far greater effect than any number of strokes with a riding crop.
Janet left Cheryl in a bedroom, quietly sobbing to herself.
Sleep eluded Janet, and she lay quietly in bed. She glanced at the doorframe, and saw silhouetted against the blackness the figure of a woman. In the dim moonlight, she could make out that she was nude.
"Mistress?" asked Tina softly; "may I join you?"
Janet did not reply, but instead opened the covers. Tina got into bed with her Mistress, and enfolded her in her arms.
"Tina, I'm sorry that I've been neglecting you," explained Janet.
"Hush, Mistress," ordered Tina as she kissed Janet on the lips.
Tina unbuttoned Janet's silk pajamas, exposed her nude body. She gently ran her fingertips over Janet's breasts, Venus mound, and sex, exciting Janet quickly. Janet pulled Tina closer to her, their hot breaths mingling together.
They made quiet, leisurely and passionate love under the covers. Janet did not need, or want, to use a crop or phallus. Instead they serviced each other, then tasted themselves on each other's lips.
Tina rested on Janet's shoulder after their lovemaking, and Janet ran her fingers through her lover's hair. Janet then lovingly stroked Tina's nude body under the sheets.
"Thank you, Tina," softly said Janet.
"I love you, Mistress."
"I love you too, Tina," answered Janet as she fell asleep, her slave and lover in her arms.
Part Two: Pillows Don't Have Safewords
Saturday September 12, 1998
In the morning, Tina had released Cheryl from the bedroom to perform her toilet. The pillow was wet with her tears, though the sheets were clean. Evidently Cheryl had not sexually stimulated herself to orgasm without Janet's permission.
Tina and Cheryl had served Janet breakfast in the Dining Room, and then Janet had gone to change into a sports bra and shorts, and spent the rest of the morning in the exercise room. She had turned on the stereo to play a classical station, and exercised to the sounds of Bach and Beethoven.
Once Janet had finished, and recorded her progress on a clipboard in the room, she went in search of a soda. Her body was covered in sweat, and she wanted a shower.
"Mistress, can I help you?" asked Cheryl as she snapped to attention from a seat at the kitchen table.
"No thank you, Cheryl," answered Janet as she removed a can of Coke from the refrigerator, popped the top, and took a long swallow of its contents.
"Mistress, why didn't you chain me in the bedroom last night?" asked Cheryl.
"Because I didn't need to," Janet answered, "you're already bound to me with something stronger than steel."
"Mistress?"
"Your slavery, Cheryl. You are a different person now than when you entered this house," Janet answered calmly.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl.
Janet drained the last of the soda in a couple of swallows, then washed out the can and placed it in a container that they kept for recycling.
"Would Mistress Janet like to bathed by her slave?" offered Cheryl.
"Yes, Cheryl, thank you, that would be very nice."
Janet sat back in the tub, with Cheryl attending to her. A cube of lilac bath salts had scented the water, and Janet relaxed closing her eyes.
She had used the exercise equipment to work off some calories and frustrations, and had worked up a good sweat. While it was true that she had quite a bit of work to do, she had decided to take Cheryl up on her offer to bathe her Mistress.
Tina had been training her as a Domestic, so she would learn how to serve a Mistress in all ways. Including bath girl and Janet smiled when she realized how Tina had taught Cheryl to pamper her during training.
Now Cheryl could demonstrate what she had learned, and she soaped and washed Janet's nude figure, then waited as Janet soaked away her frustrations in the tub.
Afterwards, she dried and set Janet's hair, clipped and polished her nails, then finally massaged her Mistress on a table. Janet had asked Tina to delay lunch, since she did not want to rush Cheryl. She had wanted to see if Cheryl had learned her lessons, which indeed she did.
"Thank you," said Janet as she rose from the massage table, nude.
"You're welcome Mistress," replied Cheryl, kneeling on the floor.
Janet pulled a robe around her nude body, then slippers on her feet. She looked at herself in the mirror, and was very pleased.
"You have done very well in serving your Mistress, Cheryl. For that I have arranged a surprise for you this evening. Go and tell Tina I shall dress and then you can serve lunch. You are about to enter a new phase in your slavery."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl, as she rose to her feet, then left Janet alone in the exercise room.
Janet had been bathed in the bathroom of the downstairs bedroom and then they had gone to the exercise room where the massage table was located. The sauna had been installed in the next bedroom, leaving just two full bedrooms downstairs.
Lunch was a simple affair, just salad, soup, and a sandwich. She had decided to wear a simple blue denim dress around the house, something a little heavier than light summer clothing.
Cheryl had been given some time off, and had spent the afternoon reading and sleeping. She had performed the rest of her chores with Tina, staying silent most of the time.
Janet noted that Cheryl cringed slightly whenever she sat down, a reminder of the paddling that she had received yesterday. Her bottom was going to be a little sore for days to come, which would serve to keep the memory of Janet's use fresh in her mind. Even when she would be wearing clothes.
Nothing else happened until after Cheryl and Tina had eaten and the Dinner dishes were washed and in the drying rack. The gate buzzer sounded, and Janet pressed the switch to admit a car.
The car followed the driveway, and then parked in the open space next to the garage next to the house, near Janet's Toyota. The door opened, and a smartly dressed woman emerged, and made her way up to the landing, then pressed the doorbell.
"Good evening, Valerie," greeted Janet to her guest.
"Mistress Janet," greeted the woman, who kissed Janet on the cheek.
"Thank you for coming on such short notice," said Janet.
"Anything that my Mistress desires."
"You already know Tina, and this is Cheryl, one of my newest slaves."
Valerie removed her jacket, and Cheryl hung it in the closet, not really sure just what was going on between Janet and her guest.
Valerie was in her thirties, and was wearing a white blouse and red plaid skirt. She stood at five feet five, wore flats on her feet, stockings, and carried a small handbag.
"Tina, you may conduct Valerie to the bedroom and prepare her, I shall take Cheryl and prepare her myself," Janet ordered.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Please come with me, Cheryl."
Cheryl dutifully followed behind Janet, and they ascended the staircase to one of the secondary upstairs bedrooms. Janet noted on the clock that it was already past nine. Good, since she did not want to get too early a start.
"Now hold still," ordered Janet.
Cheryl looked surprised when Janet released her collar, ankle and wrist bracelets. Janet saw confusion and bewilderment in her eyes. Good, that was what she had intended.
"Mistress?"
The evening before, she had not been chained to the wall. Now she had been divested of the instruments of her slavery. She was now totally naked.
"Go into the closet, and select something to wear, including a pair of shoes," ordered Janet, as she sat on the bed.
Cheryl opened the closet, which was smaller than her own (the closet in Janet's bedroom was larger than her first apartment); and she gasped when she saw that it was filled with the fetish wear that only a Mistress was allowed to wear.
"Mistress, I don't understand," commented Cheryl.
"Every slave of mine is offered the chance to switch, to use another of my slaves. Valerie has consented to be used by you, after my request."
"I've never held the crop before," protested Cheryl.
"There's a first time for everything," Janet observed.
"I just can't, Mistress!"
"You have a choice, Cheryl. Either use Valerie, or I shall take you down to the Dungeon, and give you a session that you will never forget," threatened Janet.
"Mistress!"
"Now get dressed, and then you shall help me dress as well," ordered Janet, "or else suffer the consequences."
Janet noted the hesitation and indecision in Cheryl's mind, as she thought about the offer and threat. Cheryl stood motionless, clearly frightened by what had been offered to her.
"In order to be a slave," Janet began, "you must also experience what it means to properly hold the crop yourself. This is all part of my training, Cheryl."
"Yes, Mistress," Cheryl hesitantly answered, "I'll do it, I'll use Valerie."
"Then get dressed, something simple. You'll find clothes in your size in the closet. Now go!"
In the end, Cheryl selected a black PVC bra and skirt, black pantyhose, and matching shoes. Janet helped to dress her, making sure that she was comfortable in her Domme wear.
"Thank you, Mistress," said Cheryl as she looked at herself in the mirror.
"You're welcome, Cheryl, now you may help me dress."
Janet had chosen a sleeveless red PVC Catsuit in advance. Not as confining as the regular one with sleeves, it was still stunning to wear, and Janet held still as Cheryl zipped her up in the back. She then placed a pair of knee high boots onto her feet, and Janet made certain that the garment fitted her correctly.
She the removed a riding crop from her dresser, and handed it to Cheryl.
"Mistress?" asked Cheryl with a puzzled look on her face.
"Strike the pillow a few times with the crop, Cheryl," Janet instructed.
"Yes, Mistress."
The crop that Janet had chosen for Cheryl to use was the one with a broad leather pad at the end. She did not want Cheryl to use one where the rod itself would be used to strike flesh, since that required experience and knowledge to use.
Janet watched as Cheryl whacked away at the pillow, which was an excellent device to use before using a slave for the first time. She wondered why Stephanie had not given her the pillow first, before she had been allowed to use Camille.
"Did you ask the pillow for a safeword?" asked Janet.
"Mistress?"
"Just a joke, Cheryl," Janet smiled in response to Cheryl's question, "now that you have learned to be my slave, what must you know before using another?"
"I must determine if and how a slave has ever been used or trained. How much use that they can take, get a bio of their sexual history in order to understand them. Establish a safeword and never go beyond it, and never hurt or maim," answered Cheryl.
"Very good, Cheryl. You have learned just as I did, from my Mistress. Holding a crop in your hands does not give you the right to abuse or harm," said Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good, now we go down to the Dungeon where Tina is waiting with Valerie."
"Yes, Mistress Janet, and thank you, Mistress," said Cheryl, swallowing a lump in her throat.
"You're welcome, Cheryl. That crop can be left here in the bedroom as I have many others downstairs. And if you do something wrong with Valerie, prepare to suffer a punishment."
"Yes, Mistress."
Cheryl dutifully followed behind Janet as they walked down the staircase, and then descended in the elevator down to the cellar Dungeon. Janet opened the heavy wooden door, and they entered together.
Tina was wearing her regular Maid's outfit of black satin, and Valerie was now kneeling naked on the floor, collared with matching bracelets on her wrists and ankles.
Janet ascended to her throne like chair, and seated herself. Tina walked over to her side, attending to her Mistress leaving Cheryl standing next to Valerie.
"Do you, Cheryl, understand and accept the responsibilities that I give you involved in the temporary use of my slave, Valerie?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Proceed," ordered Janet.
"How have you been used, Valerie?" asked Cheryl.
"With the paddle, crop, and flogger Mistress, but I am not to be used with the whip."
"Are you gagged during use?"
"No, Mistress."
"What is your safeword?"
"Charm, Mistress."
"Mistress Janet, can I have Tina assist me?" asked Cheryl.
"Yes, of course. Tina, please assist Cheryl."
"Valerie, do you accept my use of you?" finally asked Cheryl.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Tina?" asked Cheryl, not quite believing that she was now the one giving the orders in the Dungeon.
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Tie Valerie to the X frame."
"Yes, Mistress."
Cheryl watched in silence as Tina pulled Cheryl to her feet, then walked her over to the X Frame, and quickly secured her to it, first locking her cuffs, and then using a series of straps to tightly tie her to the wooden beams.
"Mistress, Valerie is now ready," said Tina.
"Thank you, Tina," answered Cheryl.
Cheryl selected a riding crop from the cabinet that was similar to the one that Janet had allowed her to use in the bedroom. She held it in her hands, feeling the leather handle that she had oiled herself under Tina's guidance.
"You may proceed, Cheryl," ordered Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
Cheryl walked over to the X Frame, and held the crop in her hands. She offered the handle to Valerie's mouth.
"Kiss the handle, slave."
"Yes, Mistress."
Valerie did as she was instructed; her red lips caressing the woven leather handle of the crop. She kissed the handle a number of times before Cheryl removed it, and slapped the pad at the end against her hand.
"Prepare to be used, Valerie."
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
"Oooooh!" cried Valerie as the pad struck her repeatedly.
Cheryl had begun using the crop like every novice. Her strokes were mild ones, which barely made a sound or marked. She delivered one after another, sometimes looking back at Janet.
Cheryl is nervous as hell,' thought Janet, that's to be expected. But is there something else?'
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
"Ahhh!" cried Valerie when Cheryl struck the crop between her legs.
With each stroke of the crop, Cheryl gained greater confidence. Her strokes were header and better aimed, and left a red mark wherever the pad struck Valerie's body.
Valerie moaned, and pulled at her leather restraints, putting up a good show. The strokes that Cheryl was using were no more than mild pats to her, given the sessions that she had experienced with Janet. From her seat, Janet smiled at her slave's performance. Perhaps next time when she had Valerie again under her crop, she would give her slave something to cry about.
"Does, does this make you wet, Valerie?" asked Cheryl.
"Yes, Mistress."
Cheryl inserted her free hand between Valerie's legs into her sex, and found that the slave wasn't even sexually excited.
"Liar!"
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
"Ohhhhhh!" cried Valerie, with a lot more feeling this time as she was repeatedly struck with the crop time and again.
From her seat, Janet guessed that Cheryl had delivered about thirty strokes before she finished and presented the handle again to Valerie to kiss.
"Thank you, Mistress," panted Valerie.
"Do not release her yet," ordered Cheryl.
Cheryl replaced the crop in the cabinet, then placed a number of objects in her hands. She walked back over to Valerie, and displayed them to her captive.
"Have clamps ever been used on you?" asked Cheryl.
"Yes, Mistress."
Cheryl attached one to Valerie's right nipple, making her squirm and moan. A second was placed on her left nipple, then Cheryl attached one each to her pussy lips.
"Ahhhh!" cried Valerie.
Cheryl ran her hands over Valerie's warmed and reddened flesh, stroking the bound girl's naked and exposed figure. She pulled at the clamps, eliciting a response each time from Valerie.
"Aaaaah!"
After about fifteen minutes, Cheryl removed the clamps, then called Tina over.
"Hang Valerie from the ceiling and place a spreader bar on her legs," ordered Cheryl.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Tina.
Once Valerie had been confined as ordered, Cheryl stood in front of her, holding a flogger in her hands. Janet had said nothing when Cheryl had chosen the flogger made of rubber strands.
Unlike the ones made of a softer material like deerskin, or soft leather, the rubber flogger was quite severe. The strands were heavier, and the edges sharp. Used properly, it would sting and mark. Used improperly, it could damage and break the skin.
Janet had used many of her floggers on Cheryl, and Tina had pointed out the many different kinds that there were and the possible effects that they could have.
Cheryl had grabbed the rubber flogger in haste and perhaps exasperation at not getting the desired response from Valerie. Janet had especially asked Valerie to be Cheryl's guinea pig, since she wanted a slave that could absorb a lot of pain.
Mistress Janet watched in silence as Cheryl handled the flogger, and finally realized what weapon that she had chosen in haste. The look of recognition spread across her face that this was not one of the softer ones that she had wanted instead.
"This is a rubber flogger," began Cheryl, "that is quite severe. I want you to count out each stroke."
"Yes, Mistress."
Thwack!
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
"Five!"
Janet noted that Cheryl did not put the full strength of her arm into each stroke, and she avoided hitting Valerie with just the ends of the flogger. If she did, then each strand would mark. Instead, Valerie was struck with the length of the strand rather than the tip itself.
"Owwww!" cried Valerie, as she turned her torso to avoid the sting of the flogger.
"Eight!"
"Ten!"
"Fourteen!"
"Sixteen, please stop, Mistress!"
"Twenty!" called Valerie.
"Kiss the flogger," ordered Cheryl.
"Thank you, Mistress," panted Valerie, tears falling from her eyes.
"Ahhh!" suddenly cried Valerie.
"Wet, aren't you?"
While Valerie had been kissing the flogger, Cheryl had roughly inserted her fingers into the girl's sex. The crop had not excited her, but the flogger had instead.
Valerie's body was now a dull red, and her skin was warm to the touch. Cheryl had used the flogger over every part of Valerie's body, and the girl was now covered in sweat, her hair a mess, since she had shaken her head from side to side during the flogging. Cheryl had used progressively stronger strokes as the session went on, to bring Valerie up to a new threshold beyond her cropping.
"Thank you, Mistress," cried Valerie.
"You're welcome, slave."
Cheryl then replaced the flogger back into the wooden cabinet, and then asked Tina to take Valerie down. She helped Valerie over to the bench, and sat her down carefully. Then she walked over to Janet's chair, and knelt before her.
"I thank my Mistress Janet for the use of her slave, Valerie," said Cheryl.
"You're welcome, Cheryl. You may take her to bed, if you want," offered Janet.
"Mistress?"
"Don't make me have to repeat myself, Cheryl. You heard what I said."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you. I accept the use of Valerie this evening."
"Very good. Tina could you take Valerie upstairs and get her cleaned up, I want to have a word with Cheryl?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet waited until they were alone, and the heavy door closed behind them.
"You did very well Cheryl," complimented Janet.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"You picked the wrong flogger, didn't you? You chose something in haste because you didn't get Valerie to respond to the crop, is that correct?" accused Janet.
"Yes, Mistress. But I recognized my mistake."
"Good, because if you had not, if you had used the rubber flogger improperly, I would have stopped you, had you stripped, then hung from the ceiling and beat you as you had been beating Valerie."
"I understand, Mistress. What if she had called her safeword?"
"Then you would have stopped, of course. That is absolute."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Give Tina a few minutes, then you may use Valerie in bed. Just remember that one-day I will ask you to be used by another of my slaves."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good, then we shall walk up together," said Janet.
Janet lay nude on the bed, and Tina straddled her, massaging her back. Her fingers kneaded the flesh, and worked out the knots in Janet's back muscles.
"That feels so good," complimented Janet.
Tina opened a bottle of scented oil, and began to massage the oil into Janet's skin, adding a fragrance to the room.
"Thank you, Tina."
"You're welcome, Mistress."
"When was the last time that I used you, Tina?" asked Janet.
"I don't remember, Mistress."
"Four weeks ago," answered Janet.
"Let me do your shoulders, Mistress."
"Tomorrow night, Tina, I'm going to give you the thrashing that you desire."
"Thank you, Mistress. I'll be looking forward to it. Will that be before or after Dinner?"
"After, Tina. But not all that long after," laughed Janet.
From the Diary of Cheryl Branford
This weekend Mistress Janet played a cruel psychological game with me, that both plunged me into the depths of despair and gave me an emotional high as well.
On Friday night, I was not used in the Dungeon, as I thought I would be. Instead, Janet verbally fenced with me, and I did not understand the reason why. Then she used me in the library, tying me to the footstool, inserting a dildo into my sex, and then paddling my behind. What made it such an effective punishment was that I had to keep the dildo inside my sex while my bottom was being paddled.
Biting on the ball gag in my mouth, I strained with every ounce of my being to keep the dildo inside me, and I succeeded. Afterwards, Janet made me realize that I was truly her slave, and I broke down crying. I spent the night unchained in a bedroom, not even bothering to bring myself to climax.
On Saturday I was offered the chance to use another of Janet's slaves, a woman named Valerie. She was one of the prettiest women that I have ever seen, yet she enjoys Janet's lash.
I used her, first in the Dungeon, next in bed. It wasn't until I returned home that I realized what I had done.
I am no longer purely submissive, having used another woman. I have experienced, however briefly, the feeling of power that comes with using another.
I gaze at the ring on my finger, and my body grows hot with desire for Mistress Janet. If she were to call, I would run back to her house, and strip myself of all my clothes, and beg for her use.
Am I now nothing more than a mouth, a cunt, and an anus waiting to be stimulated and used? Can only the lash and crop bring me to sexual climax?
The End of Chapter Nine