The Challenge

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The Challenge CH11 The Test Part Two

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Challenge CH11 PT2 Part Three: The Next Day

Saturday October 3, 1998

In the morning, after breakfast, Janet had asked Cheryl to join her in the library. Cheryl was naked, wearing only her collar and bracelets and heels. Tina had bathed her, and soothed her punished skin with salves and creams. Cheryl's skin was a dull red, but Tina had not broken the skin nor really hurt her. Tina was too experienced a Domme for that to happen.

"How do you feel?" asked Janet when Cheryl sat across from her in the Dining Room.

"All right, Mistress," Cheryl answered.

"Did Tina hurt you?"

"No, Mistress. Not really, I was scared and frightened. I am sorry that I called my safeword."

"That is where you are wrong, Cheryl."

"Mistress?"

"You must never be afraid to call your safeword, because that may be what will save your life," answered Janet.

"I don't understand, Mistress."

"One day I'll tell you the story, when you're up to it. Until then, regard what happened here as a lesson."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Attend to your work with Tina, we have a guest coming later."

"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl as she rose and bowed to Janet before leaving.

• • • • • "Please conduct our guest into the library," ordered Janet, as she glanced at Cheryl, who looked suddenly worried.

Tina conducted a man in his late thirties into the library. He was tall, fit, and thin, dressed in black, and very attractive. Janet watched as Cheryl's eyes opened wide with desire.

"Craig, I would like to introduce Cheryl. She is my newest slave, still under training."

Cheryl had looked like she was going to introduce herself, but remained silent.

"You may kneel on the floor, Cheryl, address him as Master, and speak only when spoken to," Janet ordered.

"Master Craig," said Cheryl after she had assumed her place on the floor.

"I have been training her in private for a few months, and she has not been shown to any other Masters or Dommes yet, so she has not yet been trained in public address yet. But she will learn," described Janet.

"What is your name?" asked Craig as her sat in a library chair.

"Cheryl Branford, Master," shakily replied Cheryl.

"How have you been trained?"

"I have been spanked, whipped, flogged, and cropped, Master," replied Cheryl.

"Always thorough," Craig said to Janet.

"Thank you. It is now time that I test Cheryl's submission, don't you agree?" asked Janet.

"Yes."

"Cheryl, since you have proven yourself, I would now like you to suck Craig's cock and give him an orgasm with that mouth of yours," ordered Janet.

"Mistress?" answered Cheryl with a look of horror on her face.

"That's right, Cheryl," Janet answered.

"I, I.........," stammered Cheryl.

"Craig, could you excuse us please for a moment?" asked Janet, "I would like to have a word in private with Cheryl."

"Of course," he answered, rose to his feet, and left the library, closing the door behind him.

"You have angered me greatly, Cheryl, in refusing a direct order of mine and embarrassing me in front of a guest."

"Mistress, I thought that you were only friends with other Dominatrixes!" protested Cheryl.

"If you are still worried about me loaning you to another Domme, that will be arranged shortly. Master Craig is here from California, he is a good friend of mine, and I want to show him my newest slave. That means you, Cheryl," said Janet coldly.

"Mistress!"

"If it's a health problem that you're worried about Cheryl, he will be wearing a condom. But is it something more? Did you think that you could be submissive to a Domme here in the East without that affecting you when you went home? Is that it?" asked Janet.

"I don't know, Mistress!" cried Cheryl, "don't embarrass me this way, please?"

"You have proven that you desire the lash and the crop, have been trained in the use of your mouth and bottom, and are my slave. Once you return home Cheryl, you will desire to be spanked and used, whether it be by a Master or a Mistress. You are my slave, Cheryl, by your own admission and behavior."

"Mistress, I have never done that to a man before!" protested Cheryl.

"Only with sex toys?" asked Janet.

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Well then, I think that it's time that you put your knowledge to proper use," said Janet.

"Please, Mistress, no, not with a man?" begged Cheryl.

"Are you going to act this way when I loan you to another Domme?" questioned Janet, displeasure evident in her voice.

"No, Mistress."

"What you have failed to understand Cheryl is that you are a submissive. That means obeying the orders of men and women, Masters and Dommes. You are now going to suck on Craig's cock, then he will use you in the Dungeon, and then probably take you to bed. Do you submit, Cheryl, if not then you are free to leave, never to return," lectured Janet.

"I submit, Mistress Janet," cried Cheryl, "I submit."

"Take a tissue from the box and dry your eyes, Cheryl. Craig will not want to see you crying as you suck his cock, do you understand, else you will be embarrassing me. And you don't want to do that, do you?" asked Janet.

"No, Mistress."

"Then you will compose yourself, and be prepared to be used by a Master, Cheryl. You will submit your body, your mouth and probably your sex to him. And if you fail to please him, you will suffer the consequences."

"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl.

After Craig was returned to the library, he removed his boots, black jeans, and pulled down his shorts before seating himself in a chair. Janet passed him a condom, and his cock sprang to erection.

"Come here," ordered Craig.

"Yes, Master," answered Cheryl.

"You know what to do," said Craig as he passed her the foil wrapped object.

Cheryl unwrapped the condom, then unrolled the latex onto his swelling organ. Then, hesitantly at first, she took his organ into her mouth, sucking slowly at first.

Craig did not push or force her, instead sat on the edge of the chair and let Cheryl proceed at her own pace. She was clearly embarrassed because of the blush on her cheeks, but she continued to suck on his cock and draw it deeper back into her throat.

Mistress Janet sat behind her desk, watching the activities as an interested observer. There were no sounds in the library except for the occasional sucking sound from Cheryl and Craig's small moans of pleasure. Tina had been ordered not to join them, and Janet stayed quiet.

Once Cheryl had gotten over her initial embarrassment and fright, she took Craig deep into her mouth. Her tongue tickled his glans, and she could feel his pulsating cock deep in her throat. Her mouth puckered every time that she sucked on him.

Craig was known for his ability to restrain himself, but Janet could see that he was weakening. For Cheryl had clearly excited him, and was showing her ability to delight a Master.

"Ahhhh!" cried Craig, as his body shook with one orgasm after another.

Janet watched as Cheryl sucked at the latex, suddenly warmed by Craig's hot come. It was only after Craig had stopped his climaxes did Cheryl remove her mouth from his limp organ.

"Thank you, Cheryl."

"You're welcome, Master," said Cheryl from her kneeling position on the floor.

"The bathroom is behind that door," pointed out Janet to Craig.

"Thank you, Janet."

Craig rose to his feet, and picked up his jeans, and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"You have done well, Cheryl. I told you that one day that you would make a Master happy, and you have done so."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Once Craig has cleaned and rested, he will want you in the Dungeon. I shall be attending, since Tina has the night off."

"I understand, Mistress. Thank you for training me."

"You're welcome, Cheryl."

Dinner that evening was a strange affair. Craig had placed a suitcase in a bedroom after Cheryl had serviced him, then fallen asleep from his trip.

Afterwards, Janet and Craig had been served Dinner, which was Shrimp Scampi that Tina had prepared and Cheryl had served. Dinner had gone off without a hitch, and Janet noted the way that Cheryl looked at her guest.

There was no doubt that Cheryl was attracted to Craig. The way she stood nearby while serving him, how she knelt before him. Cheryl was clearly attracted to her Male Dom guest.

They had eaten late, and talked while Cheryl and Tina first ate together then cleaned up. Tina would help to bathe and prepare Cheryl, then she would be going out by herself.

Janet would be assisting Craig in the Dungeon, just as she had assisted Tina that night before. She wondered just how Cheryl was going to react this evening.

"What is your safeword, Cheryl?" asked Craig.

It was late in the evening, and Craig, Janet, and Cheryl were now downstairs in the Dungeon. Tina had prepared Cheryl, then showered and dressed, and had taken the Toyota.

Craig was wearing a leather vest, black jeans, and boots. Janet had chosen a simple leather bra and skirt. Cheryl was of course naked, wearing only her collar and bracelets.

"Sin, Master," answered Cheryl from her kneeling position on the floor.

"Do you consent to my use, given by permission of Mistress Janet?" asked Craig.

"Yes, Master."

Craig was very attractive in the outfit that he had chosen. His firm muscles rippled under his skin and the black leather every time that he moved, and his black piercing eyes looked like they could discern one's very soul within.

"Thank you, Mistress Janet," Craig said to his hostess.

"You're welcome."

"Prepare to be used."

"Yes, Master," Cheryl answered.

Cheryl knelt on the carpet, her legs open, hands on her knees. She looked eager for whatever was going to happen next. Even if that meant that she was going to be painfully administered by Janet's guest.

"Janet, place her against the post, I want to crop her," ordered Craig.

"Yes, Sir!"

Janet pulled Cheryl up by her collar then locked her hands onto the post above her head. Then she locked a spreader bar on her ankle cuffs so the Cheryl would remain open for whatever Craig might deign to use her for.

"Done, Master," said Janet when finished.

Craig then walked over to the cabinet, and opened it, removing a crop that he flexed in his hands. He motioned Janet over to his side.

"Owwwww!" cried Janet after Craig had struck her unexpectedly with the crop.

"You failed to hand me the crop," admonished Craig, a smile on his face.

"Yes, Sir!"

"Now onto Cheryl," said Craig as he walked over to the bound woman, "kiss the crop."

"Yes, Master," answered Cheryl as she kissed the handle when it was offered to her.

"You will count each stroke, and thank me after every five," ordered Craig.

"Yes, Master."

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

"Four!"

"Five, thank you, Master!"

Janet watched her friend at work and smiled. Craig would delivered a series of five strokes of every increasing force, then every tenth stroke, use his hand to rub Cheryl's heated body.

"Eleven!"

"Twelve!"

"Thirteen!"

"Fifteen, thank you, Master!"

"Eighteen!"

"Twenty, thank you, Master!"

Craig was not using strokes harsh enough to really hurt, just mildly sting and would leave a mark behind. The crop's tip would land on Cheryl's bottom, her underarms, and between her legs.

After a time, Janet observed that Cheryl would deliberately stick her behind out. Quietly, she circled around to see the look on Cheryl's face during her use.

"Twenty-two!"

"Twenty-four!"

"Twenty-five, thank you, Master!" panted Cheryl.

She wants him,' Janet thought to herself, she's submitting herself to me for whatever reason, but Cheryl wants a MaleDom.'

There was no doubt in Janet's mind as she saw the unmistakable look of desire on Cheryl's face. It was the look of a person who not only wanted, but needed a Master (or Mistress) to fulfill all of their desires.

`I helped Cheryl to bring out her submissive desires, to train her sexually in submission. But she doesn't want a Dominatrix to serve, she wants a Master,' Janet thought in silence.

Craig then looked past Cheryl to Janet, and she gave him a knowing glance, then nodded in silence. Craig understood, and replied in kind.

"Thirty, thank you, Master!"

"Kiss the crop," ordered Craig, as her presented the handle to Cheryl's lips.

"Yes, Master," answered Cheryl.

"Janet, you may release her and let her rest for a short time, before her next ordeal," ordered Craig.

"Yes, Master," replied Janet.

Janet unlocked the spreader bar, then released Cheryl's wrists. The woman was shaken, but not truly hurt. She was covered in red marks and sweat, but was holding herself quite well, considering her use in the last two days.

"You have done well, Cheryl," said Janet as she conducted Cheryl to the bench to rest.

"Owwww!" cried Cheryl when her sensitive bottom touched the leather of the bench.

"You'll be all right."

"Thank you, Mistress."

Cheryl was allowed to rest, and drink some water and compose herself. Her breasts rose and fell with every breath that she took, but she looked different somehow. In how she held herself.

"Cheryl?" asked Craig after a period of time had elapsed, "are you ready to proceed?"

"Yes, Master."

"Janet has told me that Tina used you yesterday with a flogger. Is that correct?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Because you have been used with the crop and flogger within the last two days, and you are experienced according to Mistress Janet, I think that it is only correct that you select the instrument of your next use."

"Master?" replied Cheryl, a look of shock on her face.

"Go to the cabinet and select the instrument of your next use," ordered Craig.

"Yes, Master," answered Cheryl.

Sheepishly at first, Cheryl rose to her feet and walked over to the cabinet. She opened it to reveal all of the instruments of her use in the Dungeon. Tina had taught her how to care for all of the things within, and it was usually Erica who used them upon her.

Naked, Cheryl looked over all of the various instruments that had caused her pain and pleasure during her training by Mistress Janet. Finally, she selected a coiled leather whip, walked back to Craig, and feel to her knees in front of him, presenting the whip to him in her hands.

"Please use the whip, Master?" asked Cheryl.

"Are you sure that is what you want?" asked Craig.

"Yes, Master, the whip," stated Cheryl.

"I could hurt you with it," cautioned Craig.

"I know that you will not."

"Janet, please suspend Cheryl from the ceiling chain, opening her arms and legs with a spreader bar?" asked Craig.

"Yes, Sir."

Mistress Janet did as her friend Craig requested, and soon Cheryl was hanging from the ceiling chain, her arms and legs locked to spreader bars in the shape of an X. Within her bondage, Cheryl held herself tightly erect, proud in her appearance.

"Cheryl is ready, Sir," announced Janet.

"Thank you, Janet," said Craig as he coiled the gleaming whip in his hands.

Craig looked over Cheryl, and ran one of his hands from her shoulders to the swell of her breast, her flat stomach, her mons, and open slit. Cheryl moaned slightly as he tenderly caressed her.

"Are you ready?" asked Craig.

"Yes, Master," confidently answered Cheryl.

"Remember your safeword," cautioned Craig.

"Sin, Master."

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

"Aaaaah!" cried Cheryl.

Janet watched as Craig carefully used the whip on Cheryl. In expectation of the lash, she had held herself tightly, and Janet saw the tension in her muscles before she was struck with the whip. Craig was a Dom who was very experienced with the lash, and knew how to use it correctly.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

"Are you all right, Cheryl?"

"Yes, Master," answered Cheryl.

Craig moved a few steps forward and ever so gently used his fingertip to feel where the whip had struck Cheryl's flesh. Her nakedness was now adorned with fresh stripes from his whip.

"Do you want to continue?"

"Yes, Master," Cheryl confidently replied.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Janet noted how Craig would sometimes crack the whip in the air a few inches from Cheryl's body, so that Cheryl would think that her body was being struck. Other times, the whip would wrap itself around her body. But those strokes were delivered with such little force that they rarely marked at all. Craig would only strike her with the whip in such a way that the flesh was not broken, but only marked. A stroke that was delivered with only a carefully measured amount of force designed to sting and not maim.

"Are you all right?" asked Craig.

"Yes, Master, please continue?"

Without pause, Craig continued his use of Cheryl. She would flinch every time that the whip would strike her body, but she did not cry or scream. Instead, she looked confident during her use.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

"You have trained her well, Janet," complimented Craig.

"Thank you, Master."

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

"Aaaaaah!" cried Cheryl.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes, Master, I'm fine."

Stroke after stroke, Cheryl's body was laced with stripes from the whip. But Cheryl did not scream or panic, instead holding herself resolutely with her bondage, absorbing every stroke as Master Craig used her to her limit.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

"Janet, you may take her down," ordered Craig, "your session is over."

"Thank you Master," panted Cheryl.

When Cheryl was seated on the bench, her chest still heaving from the ordeal, Craig offered her the whip's handle. She kissed it without even being ordered to.

"You have been well trained by a good Mistress," stated Craig.

"Yes, Master, thank you," answered Cheryl.

"Do you want to join me in bed this evening?" asked Craig.

"Yes, Master, I would like that very much."

Craig sensually ran his fingertips over her striped, sweat stained body, further exciting Cheryl to desire him.

"You were very brave, Cheryl. To take the lash from a Master that you did not know."

"Thank you, Master."

"Janet, please give her a bath and have her ready in my room in about an hour," ordered Craig.

"Yes, Master," answered Janet.

Janet helped Cheryl to her feet, and walked with her to the door. She did not bind Cheryl, nor did she have to. Cheryl now obviously wanted the evening to progress onto the next phase, by the spring in her step.

Next Janet stripped, and drew a hot steamy bath for Cheryl, which she immersed herself in. Cheryl moaned with pleasure when Janet bathed her, washed her hair and cleaned and prepared her.

"Mistress Janet?" asked Cheryl.

"Yes, Cheryl."

"Why did you bathe me?"

"Because Craig ordered it, and it's been a long time since I did that for another woman."

"You've done that before?"

"I wasn't always a Mistress," explained Janet.

"Thank you, Mistress, for training me."

"You're welcome, Cheryl. Now Craig waits! You don't want to anger a Master, do you?"

"No, Mistress, I do not!"

When she was finally ready, Janet escorted Cheryl to Craig's bedroom, where he was sitting in bed, reading a book from Janet's library.

"Thank you, Janet. That will be all," ordered Craig, as Cheryl walked into his bedroom naked, and closed the door behind her.

• • • • • • Part Three: The Discovery

Monday October 5, 1998

Doreen Kelly closed the last of Erica's Medical Reports; she had been reading them at Janet's request. A slave of Janet's, she was an LRN at a local hospital.

She closed the file folder, and walked from the Dining Room to the Library, where Janet was staring at her computer monitor.

"Mistress?"

"Please be seated, Doreen. And thank you again for your help. What do those Medical Reports say?"

"This woman, this Erica Riken. Who was she?" asked Doreen.

"That is of no consequence, Doreen. What do they say?" demanded Janet.

"Erica was seriously ill, Mistress. She was badly anemic, and had leukemia. She was receiving treatment, but it doesn't seem to have been working. Erica may have been dying, but the reports don't say anything past June 1993."

"Thank you, Doreen, that will be all. Not a word of this to anyone, do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

After Doreen had left, Janet opened the file, reading the notes that her slave had written about Erica's condition. Dying!

Janet broke down in tears sobbing, for she had truly loved Erica with all of her heart. The woman who had introduced her to the pain and pleasure of submission had been in reality hiding a deadly secret from her, even when she had come to se Janet months after she had won the competition.

`Erica you didn't stop being a Domme because you got married, you stopped instead because you were dying,' Janet thought.

Tears ran down Janet's cheeks, so that was why Erica had referred to Janet as her last slave. That had been the real reason why Erica had devised the competition between her and Tiffany.

The Medical reports had begun in 1992, just after Janet had begun to serve Erica. Janet looked at the diary dated 1992, and wondered if she should skip ahead and read that now. But she was still in 1989, and resolved to read them in sequence.

`Erica, now I know why you were in a rush to train me as slave, because you felt you didn't have much time left. No wonder Andrea later told me that you loved me so much. I was going to be your final slave and legacy!' thought Janet as she cried in the library.

From the Diary of Cheryl Branford

The Sunday Times lays unopened on the coffee table in the living room, and no matter how I try to interest myself in reading it, the news of the outside world just doesn't interest me.

I sit in a chair, crying, trying to sort out my feelings. But I cannot, because I am now a storm of raging emotions.

Last night, after a session with the whip at the hands of Master Craig that should have left me screaming in pain, I shamelessly joined him in bed. I have never been so attracted to a man in all of my life.

Craig took me into his bed, and used me as fiercely with his cock as with the whip. He impaled with his shaft, and I clung tightly to him, my legs curled around him as he thrust time after time inside me. I have never had sex with any other man like him before.

Three times he took me in my pussy, and by the time he was finished I was stiff and sore. Then he rolled me over, placed a new condom on his cock, then spread plenty of lubricant in my bottom and took me from behind. I opened myself to him, enjoying the fullness of his cock in my ass. He penetrated me, and I moaned with pleasure, not pain.

In my book reading about submission I now remember that a Dominant is supposed to keep a slave off balance, constantly challenging them with one new experience after another.

Mistress Janet has certainly done that by providing me with the man of my dreams, who would look at home on the beach at Venice. Except that this man would not hesitate to place me over his knee to spank me, or hang me from the ceiling to be whipped.

When I began this mad scheme, Janet warned me that I was going down a path of no return. I should have listened and fled back to California.

Instead Janet has awakened the submissive inside me, and I now desire the lash and crop.

But most of all, I want a Master to own me, and use me in the way that I desire, and to make me his slave, forever.

The End of "The Challenge" Chapter 11 Part Two