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The Challenge CH03 The Interview Part Two
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Challenge CH03 Part Two: Cheryl's First Use
Friday June 12, 1998
It was Friday evening nearing 10 PM, and Janet and Tina were waiting for Cheryl's limousine to arrive. Janet had chosen a short black leather dress, and she had ordered Tina to wear a black latex maid's uniform. The weather was not yet too hot, still comfortable. They were together in the hallway, waiting.
"Tina," Janet began.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Tina.
"I have something important to tell you. This new slave, Cheryl, is going to be a little different than normal, but I can't tell you why."
"Is that why you've been acting strangely, Mistress?" asked Tina, concern evident in her voice.
"Yes. And you're the only one to know about this! Not a word to Blanca or Stephanie, please!"
"Yes, Mistress. You know I'll do whatever you ask."
"If it appears that I break procedure, or do anything out of the ordinary, please understand that there will be a reason for it."
"Yes, Janet. I understand."
Janet reached over and kissed Tina on her cheek, and silently embraced her.
"Thank you, Tina. I love you."
"I love you too, Mistress," answered Tina.
Their conversation was interrupted by a buzz from the front gate, indicating that the limousine had arrived. Tina pressed the button to allow the car to gain entrance, and Janet walked back the library, closing the doors behind her.
Seated behind the desk, on which she had again placed Cheryl's file, Janet waited. She summoned up all her courage, wondering what her third encounter with Cheryl would be like. Cheryl had demanded to be her slave, had forced Janet into a corner.
Her thoughts were soon interrupted by a knock on the door. Janet wondered just how many times that Erica must have sat here, interviewing her slaves.
"Come," ordered Janet.
Tina conducted Cheryl into the library. Janet noted that Tina was wearing a simple blouse and skirt, and a pair of modest heels. She was carrying a command handbag this time, not the expensive one that she had earlier.
"Thank you, Tina. We can be alone now," ordered Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
Cheryl stood, waiting for Janet's next command. She did not look directly at Janet, and remained silent.
"You may be seated, Cheryl."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Are you prepared to serve me?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet sat back in her chair, and breathed deeply. On Cheryl's first visit, Janet had spanked her. On this visit Janet would introduce Cheryl to what it fully meant to be a slave.
"Then nothing further needs to be said. I agree to your conditions, with the promise of your silence."
"Then you'll do as I ask, Mistress?"
"Yes, Cheryl. I'll train you, loan you to a Domme, and we'll see what price you that you want from me. But that's a long way in the future. We'll see if you can make that journey."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl.
"I'm now going to call Tina back. You will get on your knees, and I will ask you for your submission. You will agree. Then Tina will take you to a bedroom where you will strip and be outfitted in collar, bracelets and heels. Which will be your only clothes until Sunday. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Janet."
Janet pressed a button on her desk, and Tina appeared at the door a few seconds later.
"Enter," ordered Janet.
"Cheryl," Janet commanded, "and kneel."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl, as she knelt before Janet.
"Do you, Cheryl Branford, submit yourself to me, Mistress Janet Davis, of your own free will, and without coercion?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"That you will accept whatever discipline or bondage that I place upon you, or from others who I may give you to?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"That you will faithfully obey the orders of your Mistress?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And that you will no longer have the freedom of your own body, which shall belong to me, totally."
"Yes, Mistress Janet."
"And that you shall be forever silent about what occurs to you here."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Choose your safeword."
"Sin, Mistress," Cheryl answered.
"Tina, take her to the bedroom, and get her ready. She knows what to expect for this evening. I'll see you in the Dungeon in thirty minutes. If she resists in any way, you have my permission to use the crop on her," ordered Janet.
"Yes, Mistress Janet," answered Tina as she led her charge away.
`So now it begins,' Janet thought to herself.
Janet had decided not to change out of her leather dress. It was comfortable, and reasonably cool; since it did not enclose her like a Catsuit; and allowed her freedom of motion. She did, however, select a pair of long matching leather kidskin gloves to go with the dress. Janet removed them from a desk drawer, and carefully drew them up to her elbows. The soft leather fit her easily, and Janet admired herself in the mirror.
Leaving the library, Janet walked down the open stairs down to the Dungeon. She could have taken the elevator, but Janet enjoyed hearing the sound that her heels made as she descended. Erica had both stairs and elevator installed to reach her Dungeon complex, and no doubt the stairs was a backup in case the power failed. Which they did! One Saturday night, during an intense scene, the power suddenly went out, plunging the Dungeon into complete darkness. While she had been busy downstairs, an ice storm had knocked out power for all of southern Connecticut.
She had wasted no time after the storm had cleared to install emergency lighting and a backup power supply for the Mansion. That was her second modification to her inheritance, the first had been a sauna installed upstairs. Janet would frequently invite either Stephanie or Blanca over for a little steam session. Trouble was, keeping enough birch branches that they would use to beat each other with....
Janet's heels clicked on the stairs as she descended, then she reached the door and opened it. She walked into the first Dungeon, and found Cheryl hanging by her wrists from a ceiling chain, a red ball gag in her mouth, and a blindfold around her eyes. She was naked, wearing only a collar, bracelets on her wrists and ankles, and a pair of heels locked to her feet. A spreader bar kept her legs open and her sex available. She was hanging so that her shod feet could just barely touch the floor. Her breasts jutted out, and Janet could see all of her ribs through her skin.
Janet nodded in silence at Tina, who was standing silently nearby. No slave should ever be left alone while bound, thought Janet especially when gagged. It had only been much later when Erica had told Janet that all the times she had been bound that either Andrea or Erica herself had been nearby, in case something happened. Even that final time, when Janet had been cruelly bound with a butt plug and dildo, and seemingly left alone, Andrea had been in reality quite close to her.
Janet reached out and released Cheryl's blindfold, and when Cheryl could see again, she blinked in the sudden light.
"Have you ever been in a Dungeon before?" Janet asked.
Cheryl shook her head no.
"Do you know what will happen here?"
Cheryl shook her head yes.
"Good. It is here that you will be used, here that you will become a slave. Both to your own body's desire's, and then to me," explained Janet.
Janet took Cheryl's right nipple, which was already erect, and pinched it gently, then with slowly increasing pressure. Soon, Cheryl squealed from behind her gag.
"Being gagged removes the last vestige of your free will, doesn't it? I can use any part of you that I want."
Janet probing hand went between Cheryl's legs, to her sex. Just as she had done days earlier, she roughly probed Cheryl's love triangle.
"Mmmmph!" cried Cheryl, as her most private parts were invaded.
"Wet already," Janet observed, "you're so easy, Cheryl," as Janet removed her fingers from Cheryl's sex.
Janet walked over to the cabinet, and wiped her glove on a paper towel. She then removed a riding crop from the wall, and soon stood again in front of Cheryl.
"Tonight, I shall use the crop. Afterwards, I shall use you in bed. Do you understand?"
Cheryl nodded.
Janet unbuckled Cheryl's ball gag, handing it to Tina. She then flexed the riding crop in her gloved hands.
"You will now count each stroke," Janet began, "and after every five strokes, thank me for the discipline that you are receiving. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," replied Cheryl, who swallowed nervously, concern evident on her face.
"I shall use you gradually at first, to gauge how you can take being used. I shall not break your skin, or make you bleed. Ever. I am not that kind of Mistress," coldly lectured Janet, "but I will leave marks and welts on your skin that will take time to heal."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl.
"Then thank me for what you are about to receive," ordered Janet.
"Thank you, Mistress."
Janet's first stroke was a mild one that landed on Cheryl's right thigh, which didn't even leave a mark behind.
"One."
The second landed on Cheryl's right breast, making her shake within her chains.
"Two."
The third was placed on Cheryl's bottom, making her squeal.
"Three."
"Four."
"Five, Thank you, Mistress!" cried Cheryl.
The sixth landed on Cheryl's right underarm.
"Six."
Eight."
"Ten! Thank you, Mistress!"
Janet paused to give Cheryl a chance to recover, to catch her breath. Each stroke had been delivered with more force than the last, and Cheryl's virgin body was now striped for the first time.
"Eleven."
"Twelve."
The thirteenth stroke was delivered between Cheryl's legs, right onto her exposed sex. Cheryl flinched within her chains, and a moan escaped her lips.
"Thirteen!"
"Fifteen, Thank you, Mistress."
Janet then concentrated her strokes on Cheryl's Venus mound, and between her legs. She wanted her new slave to cry in her submission.
"Sixteen!"
"Eighteen!"
"Twenty! Thank you, Mistress."
Janet ceased, and ran her gloved fingers down Cheryl's taut, sweating body. She traced the fine red lines that the crop had left behind, and Cheryl flinched when Janet touched some of the more sensitive welts.
"Kiss the crop," ordered Janet.
Cheryl did as she was told, and then Janet waited in front of her.
"Thank you, Mistress Janet," Cheryl stuttered.
"Very good, Cheryl. You have taken my crop rather well. Now for your pussy."
Janet again felt between Cheryl's legs, and her gloved fingers were coated with Cheryl's juices. Janet removed her fingers, and then displayed them to her bound captive.
"Taste yourself," Janet ordered, "slave."
Janet stuck her fingers inside Cheryl's mouth, and Cheryl licked away her own juices from the soft leather.
"Once you have been trained," said Janet, "the mere sight of the crop will make you wet between your thighs."
"Yes, Mistress,"
"Tina, unchain Cheryl and get her cleaned up. Chain her at the foot of my bed. I shall want her ready in a half-hour. And make sure that you leave a riding crop and dildo on my dresser," ordered Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Tina.
On her way out, Janet handed the crop to Tina, and walked calmly to the library. Cheryl's first session had gone well, and now she had to proceed onto the next phase of her training.
There were some reports that Stephanie had wanted her to read, and Janet had used them to pass the time. Tina would have taken Cheryl to the bathroom; given her charge a quick sponge bath to freshen her up, and then her newest slave would be waiting for her in Janet's bedroom. Janet got engrossed in reading, and did not notice that she had taken longer than the half-hour that she had originally ordered.
When she entered her bedroom, she found Cheryl there alone. Her collar was locked to a chain from the foot of Janet's bed, her hands bound behind her back. On the dresser were a riding crop, a dildo, and red ball gag. Plus a single red rose, which had made Janet smile, Which had been a gift from Tina, for which Janet would have to find some way to reward her later.
"Good evening, Cheryl. Did you enjoy your first session under the crop?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," Cheryl quickly answered.
"You will learn that there is both pain," Janet began as she unzipped her leather dress, "and pleasure in being a slave."
Janet removed her dress, under which she was wearing a matching black lace bra, panties and garter belt, which held up her stockings. She removed her shoes, and then opened the garters holding up her stockings, which Janet slowly removed. Janet then removed her garter belt, and panties. She was soon standing nude in front of her bound slave.
"That's better," said Janet, "I'm going to go into the bathroom to freshen up. When I return, your education is going to be continued."
Janet washed herself off in the bathroom with a terry washcloth. Leather was wonderful and sexy to wear, fit her like a glove, but didn't breath. So after wearing any of her Domme gear, Leather, Latex, PVC, or Rubber, the first thing she wanted was a bath. Whenever she did a session, she always slept nude that night, to let her skin breath.
Re-entering the bedroom, she found the key to Cheryl's collar on the dresser, and unlocked the short chain. She then pulled Cheryl up from the floor, and locked her to a longer chain set into a ringbolt in the wall above Janet's bed.
"There now, better?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl.
"You look very nice, Cheryl. My stripes have improved your appearance. Have you ever been to bed with a woman before?" Janet demanded.
"What?" Cheryl stammered.
"Have you ever made love to a woman?"
"No, no, Mistress."
"There's always a first time. Now since you're a virgin in that regard, I'm not going to blame you for your ignorance. I didn't make love to a girl until I became a slave to Mistress Erica."
"Mistress?"
"I want you to lay back on the bed, and I'll do everything," Janet ordered.
"I'm cuffed, Mistress," Cheryl answered.
Janet took a pillow from the top of the bed, and placed it midway down. She patted it for effect.
"Put your behind on the pillow, so you don't lay directly on the cuffs. I'm not a cruel Mistress unless I'm forced to be. Go on," Janet ordered.
Cheryl did as Janet instructed, and put her behind on the pillow, elevating her behind and sex for Janet's use.
"Open your legs, slave," Janet demanded.
Cheryl blushed red when she opened her legs, and Janet began instead by kissing her on her mouth. Their lips met passionately, and Janet wondered what type of lipstick that Cheryl used. Then Janet began to suck and bite Cheryl's erect nipples, which she knew would make Cheryl hot with desire.
"I'm going to have Tina teach you how to rouge your aureole to a deep red, and properly perfume yourself," said Janet, "but that will come later."
Janet planted a series of moist kisses as her lips traveled downwards from Cheryl's breasts to her opened sex. She enfolded Cheryl's moist love box with her lips, and her tongue darted inside Cheryl's outer lips to the joys within.
"Ohhhh!" moaned Cheryl, shaking as she was excited by Janet's attentions, "Ohhhh!"
Janet continued to pleasure Cheryl, and she knew that her slave's inhibitions were melting away as Janet brought her ever closer to climax. Cheryl was wet between her legs, and Janet felt every time that Cheryl shuddered in response to Janet's stimulation of her. Continuing, Janet wanted to draw out Cheryl as long as she could in order to make the orgasm stronger and more intense. When Janet finally began to lick Cheryl's erect clit, she knew that release would not be far behind. Deciding that she had kept Cheryl wanting long enough, she sucked and tongued her new slave to a series of orgasms that made her moan and bounce on the bed.
"Ohhhh!" cried Cheryl, "Ohhh!"
Janet noted that tears were falling from the corners of Cheryl's eyes, and that she lay there, panting with exhaustion. Janet wondered if Cheryl had ever had an orgasm before like that in her life.
"You see," said Janet, sitting up, "there is both pain and pleasure in this house. Provided that you are trained and obey. Sit up!"
"Yes, Mistress," said Cheryl.
Janet got the key from the dresser and unlocked the cuffs on Cheryl's wrists. Cheryl then began to rub them to restore the circulation.
"Thank you, Mistress," panted Cheryl.
"You're welcome, slave."
For a brief moment, Janet recalled the first time that she had been approached sexually by another woman. It happened when she was working part-time in school, when she had the job in Macy's. But nothing had come of it, leaving her frustrated and curious. Did she desire a man or a woman?
Janet remembered that she had never made love before to a woman until she had been chained in the cell with Tiffany. How Erica had made her wait weeks before she had been allowed to service her. Janet had desired to make love to Mistress Erica! But Erica had waited (it took Janet time to figure this out) until Tiffany and Andrea had trained her in lovemaking before she would let Janet service her.
Now that she was Mistress, Janet would either teach a new slave herself in the arts of love, or have Tina do it, or a combination of the two. Janet now laid back on the bed, and arranged herself until she felt comfortable.
"Make love to me, Cheryl," Janet ordered, "and taste yourself on my lips."
Janet had expected Cheryl to hesitate, or pause. Instead, she quickly reclined beside Janet and began to kiss her new lover with passion and feeling. Cheryl's tongue cleaned her juices from Janet's lips, just as they had done from Janet's leather gloves. Following what had gone before, Cheryl now sucked on Janet's nipples.
However, Cheryl was a disappointment when it came to servicing Janet. She tried, but seemed to hesitate and appeared scared when confronted by Janet's wet sex.
"Something wrong?" asked Janet, "slave?"
"I'm sorry, Mistress, I just can't make love to another woman," cried Cheryl.
Janet had thoughtfully placed the crop on the night table for just that reason.
"Did you enjoy the orgasm that I gave you?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Well, a girl taught me how to do that. And you'll learn that also."
Janet struck Cheryl twice on her back, two light strokes just meant to sting.
"Owww!"
"Now I'll hit you a lot harder next time if you don't satisfy me," said Janet, "so try again."
Obediently, Cheryl lowered her head between Janet's thighs to start once more. Janet felt Cheryl's tongue on her labia and clit, and was being aroused in an unfeeling way.
"Satisfy me," said Janet as she struck Cheryl on her back once more with the crop.
`It's going to be a long night,' Janet thought to herself as she opened her legs to accommodate Cheryl.
The End of "The Challenge" Chapter Three Part Two