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Chapter Twelve and End : Two Days Till Doom

The entire world had shrunk to the confines of the library. Janet sat behind
the desk, a pitcher of coffee in front of her, a pile of Journals there as well.
The television set was tuned to the financial channel, and Janet watched dumbly
as the ticker scrolled across the screen.

'I've lost,' Janet thought to herself, 'it's the end.'

Now there was nothing to do except watch the clock tick away her last few
remaining hours of freedom until the meeting with Blanca in Manhattan, which
would decide who would inherit Erica's estate.

Just a few days ago, Tiffany and Lauren had visited the house together. Tiffany
had dropped enough hints that she was ahead, that Janet would be the loser.
Janet remembered the horrible way that Lauren had looked at her, and it had
chilled her blood.

Had all of this happened to her in just two years? Slave, Mistress, and now
slave again?

"Janet?" called Stephanie as she opened the library door and burst inside,
followed by Tina.

"In here," Janet answered, too tired to even stand up.

"What the hell is going on?" asked Stephanie.

"I didn't call you over here," recalled Janet, "what are you here for, Stephanie?"

"You didn't call me. Tina did," answered Stephanie.

Stephanie rushed over to Janet, and placed her medical bag on the desk before
she peered in her eyes, felt her pulse. She frowned in response.

"Tina, how long since Janet has slept?"

"Three, four days, Mistress."

"Is this Mistress Tiffany's doing?" demanded Stephanie.

"No, Mistress," Tina answered. "How has she kept herself awake?"

"With pills and coffee, Mistress."

"Has she had any stimulants in the last eight hours?"

"No, Mistress."

"Good."

Stephanie had ceased to carry her medical bag over the years since she had
stopped practicing, but ever since the two incidents at Janet's house, she would
always take it with her. She opened the bag, and withdrew a hypodermic needle
and a vial of liquid. Stephanie then upended the vial, and filled the syringe,
with Janet watching, not comprehending what Stephanie was doing.

"Is Mistress Tiffany around?" asked Stephanie.

"No, Mistress. She will return tomorrow morning," answered Tina.

"What are you watching, Janet?" asked Stephanie.

"Doomsday."

Stephanie suddenly swabbed Janet's arm with an alcohol patch and then injected
her with the needle. Janet was so weak, she didn't even attempt to resist.

"What the?" asked Janet.

"Nighty night," answered Stephanie.

Janet was swallowed up by a sudden tide of darkness, and peace for the first
time in days. Her head slumped to the desk, and the world receded from view.

* * * *

When Janet awoke, she found that she was in one of the first floor bedrooms.
The same one that she and Stephanie had carried Tina to, that horrible night
when she had been left alone in the cell by Tiffany.

"Good evening," greeted Stephanie.

"What did you do?" asked Janet.

"You needed sleep, Janet. You were exhausted, so I knocked you out for a few
hours. Do you feel better?"

"Yes, thank you."

Janet rubbed her eyes, and saw the contents of her purse lying on the dresser,
next to the binder where she had catalogued all of Erica's documents, one year
ago! Including the cell phone that had saved her life six months earlier.

"You know, don't you?" accused Janet.

"Yes, after we put you to bed, I went through your purse and I found these
papers," indicated Stephanie.

"I must have forgotten to remove them when I saw Blanca three months ago,"
said Janet.

"Then I found Erica's book in the desk. Very interesting reading. I never
knew that Erica could be so devious," observed Stephanie.

Janet was relaxed, and finally at peace for the first time in days. She could
talk to her closest friend, and finally explain what she had been subject to
for all this time.

"In two days," Janet began, "a limo will arrive in the morning to take Tiffany
and myself to Blanca's office. She will read the codicil to Erica's will, which
will say that the winner of the stock market contest will inherit Erica's estate.
Which will include the loser, who will become the victor's slave."

"Why didn't you tell me?" demanded Stephanie, "now that I know what all this
has really been about."

"Because if you would have read the documents fully, you would have found
that I had to keep it a secret. That's why I've been under such a strain, Stephanie.
Because I couldn't tell you, or anyone," answered Janet.

"I'm sorry, Janet. I didn't understand the pressure that you were under. I'm
amazed that you haven't broken under the strain until now," observed Stephanie.

"Maybe I finally did," Janet answered, "Tina?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Could you get me a drink, please?" asked Janet, stirring under the sheets.

"Icewater, Tina," Stephanie ordered, "no stimulants of any kind."

"Yes, Mistress."

Janet waited in silence until Tine returned from the kitchen with a pitcher
full of icewater. She poured a large glass for Janet, who first propped herself
up in bed, resting on two pillows. Janet's mind was clear, her body partially
rested. Now she had to do something that would be very difficult.

"Leave us, Tina," ordered Janet.

"Mistress, please, I want to stay with you," begged Tina.

"Does she know?" demanded Janet.

"I didn't read all of those documents myself," Stephanie answered.

Janet exhaled, and tried to decide what to do next.

"All right, Tina, stay. Because now Stephanie and I have to discuss your future,
not mine," said Janet.

"Janet?" cried Tina, "what do you mean?

"If Tiffany wins tomorrow, then not only will I become her slave, but you
will be also. Tiffany associates with Mistress Lauren, who believes that the
only way to get total obedience from her slaves is to punish them past their
breaking point. You saw what she did to my back."

"Yes, Mistress."

"One of her slaves, a girl named Myra met me in Greenwich, and told me that
Tiffany was being advised by Lauren, and that she was ahead. Myra begged me
to buy her, crying in public. That's when I asked Jessica to help me as an investment
advisor, and not just a slave. She's been doing so for the last three months."

"Is that why you ordered me out of the Dungeon, Mistress?" asked Tina.

"Yes."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know, I was just jealous," cried Tina.

"If I lose, and I don't really know who may be ahead, then you'll be Tiffany's
slave. I can't let you become the property of a dangerous and cruel Mistress
like what Tiffany has become. I can accept my own bondage, but not yours. Therefore,
I release you Tina, long before your contract to me expires," calmly explained
Janet.

"No," cried Tina, "I want to stay with you always, no matter what."

"No, you stupid fool. I release you and all your obligations to me. If you
won't leave, Tina, then I give you to Stephanie. She will be a far better Mistress
to you than Tiffany or Lauren," ordered Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," tearfully answered Tina.

"Tonight, both you and Stephanie must leave, so that I can spend tomorrow
alone with Tiffany. Just as we started one year ago. The next day we shall go
to New York, and then we shall know who will be the Mistress in this house,"
lectured Janet.

"You've become a far better Mistress than Erica could ever have imagined,"
answered Stephanie.

"That's just exactly why I have to release Tina. You don't deserve a Mistress
like Tiffany, and especially Lauren," said Janet.

"I don't want to leave you, Mistress," cried Tina.

"You saw what happened to my back, and the scars that I still have? Do you
want to be a slave to a Mistress that can inflict that kind of punishment, Tina?
I don't think so. So go, both of you. I came into this thing alone, and that's
the way I'll have to face it in thirty-six hours," said Janet.

"You shouldn't be here alone with Tiffany," cautioned Stephanie.

"Why? She wouldn't hurt me now. She's just a few hours from possibly getting
exactly what she wants, namely the House and me. If she did something now, it
would endanger that chance. Everything is now out of our control, and in the
hands of the gods," added Janet.

Stephanie and Tina both sat on Janet's bed, staring at her.

"Now go, damn it! Both of you! One year ago, Tiffany and I started in Erica's
house alone, and that's the way we're going to finish. Whatever happens in Blanca's
office is our respective fate."

"If you win, Mistress Janet, I'll be back," said Tina, tears in her eyes.

"Keep your fingers crossed, both of you," ordered Janet, "because hope is
the only thing that I've got left."

After they had both departed, Janet allowed herself a single small sherry.
She tried to relax on an easy chair back in the library, wishing that she had
not sent Stephanie and Tina away after all.

On the footstool was the newspaper, which she had not read for days, even
though Tina faithfully put it on her desk each morning. Janet opened it, hoping
that it would get her mind off her situation. A red advertising insert fell
out, and Janet had to pick it up from the floor. On the cover was a sale of
board games, including Conquest.

"Oh, god!" screamed Janet, her voice echoing through the house.

Suddenly, everything returned in a flash of memories. Erica's death, Janet
with Tiffany in her apartment. Knocking over Conquest in the closet, then Janet
bragging how good a player she was when they picked up all the pieces off the
floor. Six months later at Lauren's house, her little "game" of Conquest to
decide who would use the slave.

Myra, already used past her safeword. Lauren wanting to continue, and Janet
taking Myra's place. Whipped nearly to death, then the horrible drive home,
and the painful recovery.

"I was set up," sobbed Janet in the empty house, "Tiffany wanted me to die,
with Lauren's help."

Her night was mostly sleepless, filled with nightmares of death and suffering.

* * * *

Janet spent most of the next day waiting for Tiffany. Incredibly, her companion
did not return until shortly before dinner.

"Greetings," said Janet as Tiffany entered the foyer.

"Hello. Where's Tina?"

"Gone. You can put your jacket in the closet yourself," directed Janet.

"Where is she?" asked Tiffany as she hung her jacket in the closet.

"I released her from my service, and gave her to Stephanie," Janet answered.

"Why did you do that?" asked Tiffany.

They were both interrupted by the sound of a bell from the kitchen.

"Dinner is served," said Janet.

It wasn't until they were both seated at the table before a roast beef that
they could continue talking. Tiffany had helped Janet bring everything to the
table, and did not question her further until the dinner was on the table.

"Why such a grand meal?" asked Tiffany as she sipped at a red wine.

"Last meal, and all that," answered Janet, "one year ago, you called me to
your apartment and cooked dinner after Erica's death. Now it's my turn."

"Thank you," said Tiffany as she speared a piece of meat and placed it into
her mouth.

"I thought that we should have one final dinner, together alone by ourselves.
I hope that you haven't asked someone to join you here tonight," said Janet.

"No. I wasn't sure just what I'd find here, so I came alone," Tiffany answered.

"Good."

"Why did you send Tina away?" asked Tiffany.

"Because I didn't want her to fall into your hands or Lauren's, that's why.
She doesn't deserve to have a cruel Mistress like you've become," stated Janet.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything, from that first night we inherited the
estate to today."

"Tiffany, we have to take responsibility for our actions. Your being sorry
doesn't absolve you from the scars on my back or placing Tina in danger either.
That's what being a Mistress is all about, not just using slaves for our own
sexual gratification," lectured Janet.

"I guess you're right," Tiffany answered.

"No, you know I'm right," said Janet, "now let's finish eating, do the dishes,
and get some sleep. I'm exhausted, and I want to have a clear head tomorrow."

Somehow, Janet had expected that Tiffany would join her in her bedroom that
evening. Instead, she remained alone, listening to the sounds of the night.
She placed her arm behind her back, feeling the scars that Lauren had placed
there. In her dreams, she wondered if others would soon join them.

The next morning, Janet took a hot steaming shower, almost at sauna temperature.
She had seen home saunas, and had whistled at the price. Janet resolved that
if she should win, she would spend the five figures and have one installed in
the house.

The hot water washed away the fatigue, and made her sweat away the tensions
that had developed in her body for several weeks. Finally, she knew that this
little respite had to end, so she stopped the water, and exited the tub. She
toweled herself off, and decided that now wasn't the time to give her an orgasm.
No, it was time to be serious.

After her shower, Janet walked to the bedroom to dry herself off. When she
removed the short terry kimono robe, she saw the scars on her back reflected
in the mirror. The stigmata of her encounter with Lauren. It seemed incredible
that she had been nearly been beaten to death and survived the nightmare.

Janet dressed, and chose a conservative business suit, one that she had worn
to work before. She set her hair, wishing that she had Tina's help this morning.
Still, she had done it all of her life before she had a servant, so why should
she become a helpless fool now?

When she entered the kitchen, Janet was surprised to find that Tiffany had
chosen to wear a suit also, except that Janet's was blue and Tiffany's was black.
They looked alike.

"I ordered out for croissants," said Tiffany, "I didn't think that a heavy
breakfast would be such a good idea."

"Thanks."

They ate a simple breakfast of juice, black coffee and croissants in the kitchen,
like two high powered female executives on the go. They both stared at the clock,
watching the time tick away towards 9 AM.

Tiffany stowed the dishes in the sink, just before the limo arrived. They
both carried leather briefcases and Janet reflected that hers had been a gift
from her firm for good service. She looked at the battered black leather as
she placed hers by her feet.

They were driven into the city on time, after rush hour had ended. The large
Cadillac had been expanded to contain a TV and bar, and could seat several on
leather upholstery. Instead, it was used just to transport the two women to
Blanca's office.

"Thank you," said Janet as the exited the limo.

"I've been told to wait to take you back to Connecticut," said the female
chauffeur.

"Thank you," said Tiffany, also.

They rode the elevator up in silence, and were ushered in Blanca's office,
each taking a seat. Blanca hadn't arrived yet, though it was already 10 AM.
Janet fidgeted uneasily in her seat, the tension building up her.

"Good morning, ladies," greeted Blanca when she entered her office.

"Good morning," both Janet and Tiffany said in unison.

"Coffee?"

They both nodded.

"Three black coffees, please," ordered Blanca after she pressed the intercom
switch.

Her secretary shortly dropped off a tray containing three cups, and placed
in on Blanca's desk. Janet now noted a wedding ring on the third finger of her
left hand.

"Georgie, please make sure that we're not disturbed, period. Short of one
of the senior partners calling, I'd like to be left alone with these two clients,"
Blanca ordered.

She then departed, closing the door behind her. The atmosphere in the room
was electric, and both Janet and Tiffany were seated like statues. Blanca passed
around the coffee cups, and took a seat in her leather chair.

"I've known Erica Riken a long time," began Blanca, "as a good friend, a Dominant,
and a client. It was Erica's wish that if she should die, a competition was
to be held between two of her slaves to decide who would inherit the estate.
And the loser would become the victor's slave."

"We know all that already, just get on with it," interrupted Tiffany.

Blanca then removed four envelopes from her briefcase, displaying them to
her two clients.

"This is the codicil to Erica's will, and three identical statements from
the brokers you were ordered to use. Even I don't know the contents, as Erica
had instructed the information to be collected and sealed before I picked up
the envelopes this morning. Which is why I'm late."

Blanca tore open one of the envelopes, and proceeded to read its contents:

"I, Erica Riken, being of sound mind and body, do reaffirm the conditions
that I specified in document 423 for a competition between my heirs Janet Davis
and Tiffany Gray. Whoever has the greater value in their portfolio shall be
the sole inheritor of my estate, and all my possessions. Signed Erica Riken."

"Would you like to see it?" asked Blanca.

"No, that won't be necessary," said Janet softly, "please proceed."

Blanca then handed out identical manila envelopes to both Tiffany and Janet,
and all three occupants of the office sat, staring at each other.

Tiffany tore open hers, and that was the signal for Blanca and Janet to open
theirs. Inside were two reports, with a cover sheet, and a complete listing
of their portfolio, containing every transaction that they had made over the
previous year. All three leafed through the reports, finally coming to the last
page.

"NO!" cried Tiffany, "NO! I was ahead. Far ahead!" sobbed Tiffany as tears
fell from her eyes.

"You were," said Blanca, "Except that you got greedy. That diamond necklace
you bought placed you thousands of dollars behind when the market went down.
Then you gambled with those futures contracts. But those futures contracts you
bought two weeks ago put you under when they went bad, placing you just five
thousand dollars behind Janet."

"No," cried Tiffany.

"I therefore award the entire estate, and one slave, Tiffany Gray to Mistress
Janet Davis, who has fulfilled the conditions as specified by the late Erica
Riken," said Blanca.

Janet relaxed in her chair, the months of tension and pain finally leaving
her. She sighed, happy that Tiffany's vanity and greed had lifted the Sword
of Damocles that hung above her.

"Do you have a bathroom?" cried Tiffany.

Blanca pointed to a door, and Tiffany ran inside. They could both hear the
sounds of retching from within.

"That doesn't happen often in a lawyer's office," pointed out Blanca, "only
with the big cases."

"Thank you, Blanca," said Janet.

"Do you want to retain me as your lawyer?" asked Blanca.

"Of course," said Janet, "that will be perfectly satisfactory."

Once Tiffany had finished, she returned to her chair in silence. Her eyes
were downcast, her makeup smudged. Her body had the posture of a defeated slave.

"If that's everything, I do have a busy caseload today," said Blanca.

"Thank you," said Janet as she stowed away the papers in her briefcase.

Janet rose and shook Blanca's hand.

"Come, slave," Janet said to Tiffany, "time to go home."

During the ride back, Janet read the reports, finding that Tiffany indeed
had been doing better all along. But when Tiffany had bought the necklace it
had placed her behind Janet's total. It was only after that she had started
to use Jessica for her advisor did her portfolio improve for the better.

Tiffany sat in stunned silence, a dazed expression on her face, her body wracked
by occasional spasms of tension.

When the limo exited the parkway, Janet asked the driver to stop off someplace
else before they reached home. Tiffany was surprised to hear Janet order them
to go to Lauren's House!

Entering by the gate, the limo pulled up in front of the door. Janet ordered
Tiffany out, and they walked up the stairs. Janet told Tiffany that she wanted
her to walk in front of Janet.

"Tiffany," greeted Lauren, "what a surprise."

"Yes, Lauren."

"I see that you've brought Janet. I told you that you'd win, and now Janet
is your slave to use. Good, I'm sure that she can hardly wait to continue where
I left off before," taunted Lauren.

"But I didn't win," cried Tiffany, "Janet did. By just five thousand dollars,
thanks to that gamble you told me to take!"

"It's all here in black and white," said Janet, "I won, and Tiffany here belongs
to me, not the other way round."

"Tiffany, I'm sorry," said Lauren.

"I should slap you for what you did to me," said Janet, "but I'm not going
to give you the satisfaction. I just hope that you will learn how to properly
use a slave girl, not just beat them into submission. Come, Tiffany."

In the car, Tiffany turned around and watched as Lauren's estate receded in
the rear view mirror. There were tears falling from her cheeks.

When they arrived back at Erica's, now Janet's House, Janet threw her case
on the library floor. She felt like she could fly! But there were other things
to do, first.

"Tiffany," ordered Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," quickly answered Tiffany.

"I want you naked, wearing nothing but collar, bracelets, and high heels.
Use the set that Erica had made for you, with your name on the leather collar,"
Janet ordered.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Then I want you to report back here. And I want that little trinket that
you bought for yourself, that expensive diamond necklace. I have a particular
use in mind for it," ordered Janet.

Janet sat behind Erica's desk. No, now it was her desk. The desk, the estate,
everything now belonged fully to Janet Davis, former secretary from Queens.
But now she was Mistress of the house. Her house and estate. Janet wondered
if she should pinch herself in order to believe that she really had won and
that this wasn't some dream.

'I'll be a good Mistress, Erica,' Janet thought to herself, 'I'll treat my
slaves the way you treated me.'

The weight of memories, of what she had experienced in this house that was
now hers flashed through her mind. Pain and pleasure, submission to Mistress
Erica, Andrea, and Tiffany. Her use of Andrea and Tiffany. Stephanie's befriending
her and Tina's arrival. The discovery of the competition, her near fatal beating
by Lauren, and the recovery. Jessica's training, and her emotional depression
in the last few weeks.

"I've won," Janet said aloud to herself, "Mistress Janet Davis. Mistress Janet
Davis," she repeated to herself.

Janet poured herself a small sherry, and sat behind the desk. She allowed
herself the luxury of a drink, and she enjoyed the fiery taste of the liquor
as it slid down her throat.

'I still can't believe it,' Janet thought to herself, 'but I have to call
Stephanie.'

While Tiffany was preparing herself, Janet called Stephanie on the cell phone,
and she was overjoyed to hear the news. Stephanie offered to drive over instantly,
but Janet turned her down.

"Give me about three hours," said Janet, "there's a chore that I have to perform
first."

When Tiffany had returned to the library, she was outfitted as Janet had ordered,
and she was carrying the necklace also. Tiffany still looked dazed and shocked,
not knowing what would be expected of her next.

"How much is that necklace worth?" demanded Janet.

"Fifty thousand dollars," answered Tiffany.

"Had you not purchased the necklace, you still would have won," stated Janet.

"Yes, Mistress."

"I'm not ready yet to take you downstairs to the Dungeon and whip you till
you call for mercy. But I will start here," said Janet, "now get on the footstool,
slave."

Tiffany did as she was ordered, and lay quietly as Janet secured her elbows
and knees to the footstool. She cinched the coils tight with two strands that
went between Tiffany's limbs and the wood. Tiffany was now bound quite effectively
to the footstool.

After placing a ballgag in Tiffany's mouth, Janet made sure to roughly fondle
Tiffany. Janet pinched and pulled at Tiffany's breasts, and then fingered her
sex. Tiffany squealed under Janet's harsh attentions. Janet had not used her
since the time when she had nearly killed Tina.

"I hope that you can get used to the idea that I am now the Mistress in this
House," said Janet, "because I shall be a far better Mistress to you than either
you or Lauren would have been to me."

Tiffany merely grunted, her words muted by the ballgag. Janet saw the look
of fear in her eyes that were directed at her.

"In my time as a Mistress, I have always let the slave have her choice of
safeword. That was something I learned from Erica. However, I must choose for
you, given our paths to this point. Your safeword shall be mercy, since that
was denied me when your friend Lauren nearly beat me to death almost six months
ago. You will be spared the agony and suffering that that I endured. Remember
that every time I use you," coldly lectured Janet to her bound captive.

Even though she was still wearing the business suit, Janet placed the necklace
around her neck and closed the clasp. Janet admired herself in the mirror.

"Looks nice, Tiffany. Pity it had such a huge cost," said Janet, "but I've
never really had an interest in such things. Frankly, it still looks better
on you."

Janet removed the necklace and placed it around Tiffany's neck. The image
of her, naked and bound to the footstool, a leather collar around her neck while
wearing an expensive diamond necklace, was one of the strangest that Janet could
have ever devised!

"Tiffany, since you still wear the ring through your labia, I've decided that
I'll make a similar medallion to the one Erica made for you. Except that it
will read Tiffany, property of Mistress Janet. Just so that you will remember
who your Mistress is."

"Mmmmmph!" grunted Tiffany in response.

"I'm now going to begin to punish you with the gag in your mouth, so that
you will not have a chance to plead for mercy. I hope that will give you a small
example of how I felt when Lauren was beating me and I was unable to plead for
mercy, and my life."

Janet began, not with a paddle or crop, but just with her naked hand. After
all, she had all the time in the world.

* * * *

Three hours later, Stephanie arrived with Tina. Janet had finished with Tiffany,
and had locked her in the cell downstairs. Tiffany had taken her punishment
well, and her behind was a deep shade of red and the flesh was very warm to
the touch. Halfway through, Janet had removed her ballgag and given her the
opportunity to plead for mercy. Instead, Tiffany had stoically taken her first
session with Janet as her new Mistress quite well. It was evident that she would
have trouble accepting her new position as Janet's slave, and Janet would have
to deal with that problem later.

It was a joyful reunion, unlike their parting just two days earlier. Stephanie
folded her arms around Janet, and they danced together, planting kisses on each
other. Tina had knelt in front of Janet, tears in her eyes.

"I'm so happy for you Mistress," cried Tina, "I said that I'd be back."

"Thank you. Both of you," tearfully answered Janet.

Janet dragged them inside, and they split a bottle of wine that had been in
the refrigerator. A year's worth of tension was slowly being released. It didn't
matter that Tina was a slave, and Janet poured a glass for her and directed
her to sit in a chair, not kneel on the floor. Janet remembered waking up from
the fever, and the first person she had seen was Tina, tears in her eyes.

"Just to bring you two back to reality, just remember that Tina is my slave,"
stated Stephanie, "but I'm sure that we can come to some kind of arrangement."

"I think that will be the first order of business in my proper position as
Mistress of this House," answered Janet.

Janet related the story of how they had gone to New York City, and Janet had
won. Then she told of their trip to Lauren's, and Janet was pleased in describing
the look of defeat on Lauren's face. Finally, she told of her punishment of
Tiffany, who was now locked downstairs in the cell.

"A good day," observed Stephanie.

"No, Mistress Stephanie. An excellent day!" said Tina, a smile across her
face.

"Thank you. Both of you," Janet answered, tears of joy in her eyes.

After Stephanie had departed, and Tina had been restored to Janet, they went
downstairs to the cell. Tiffany was resting, and she quickly rose to her feet
when she saw her Mistress outside the cell door.

"Kneel slave," ordered Janet as she unlocked the cell door.

Tiffany knelt, and Janet and Tina entered the cell. Tiffany waited and placed
her hands on her opened knees.

"Tina, this slave is for your use in maintaining the house. You may train
and use her as you see fit, but never abuse her or allow your use of her to
interfere with your chores. Do you understand?" asked Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," Tina answered.

"Good. Tiffany, do you understand also your position here, or do I have to
beat that into you?" demanded Janet.

"No, Mistress," tearfully answered Tiffany, "I'll obey Tina's orders as I
do yours."

"Good. Then maybe you've finally learned something," said Janet.

Janet lay alone in bed that night, still amazed at the day's events. It still
seemed like a miracle that she had won, that she was Mistress and Tiffany her
slave. In spite of knowing about the plot between Lauren and Tiffany, Janet
had held her tongue. Even though she had confronted Lauren, or when she had
Tiffany at her mercy, Janet had remained silent.

Nor had she told Stephanie or Tina, holding herself quiet, instead letting
the joy of the moment overtake the deadly knowledge of what she knew.

'I'm going to have to keep Tiffany constantly chained, or in the cell,' thought
Janet, 'until I can exchange her for Myra.'

Returning from a trip to the bathroom Janet found Tina kneeling naked at her
bedside on the wooden floor.

"May I join you, Mistress?" asked Tina, her hands behind her head, her body
on display.

"Yes, Tina. And thank you," answered Janet.

Later that evening, Janet got out of her bed to get some water. The two of
them had made love for hours, and now Tina was fast asleep, with soft snores
indicating her exhaustion.

Naked, Janet padded to the bathroom, and drank two glasses. When she returned
to the bedroom, she found Tina awake and looking at her.

"Mistress?" asked Tina, "can I get you something?"

"No thank you, Tina. Just wanted some water. Do you want a glass?"

"No, Mistress."

"Please call me Janet, at least for tonight."

"Yes.........Janet," Tina replied, unease evident in her voice.

"Tina, why did you stay with me?" asked Janet, "after you had been almost
hurt by Tiffany, you could have left. Found another Mistress to serve, since
I had broken my contract and let harm come to you. Why?"

Tina remained silent.

"Tina, please answer. I want to know."

"Because I fell in love with you, Janet. I felt that you needed someone to
rely on, because you were so alone."

"Thank you, Tina."

Janet got back into bed, and hugged Tina. She kissed her maid passionately
on the lips, while her hand cupped Tina's sex under the covers. Tina moaned
in response and opened her legs to accommodate Janet's attentions.

"Hold me, Tina?" asked Janet, "please?"

"Yes, Janet."

They fell asleep in each other's arms holding together as one.

* * * *

Tina led Jessica into the library, with the blindfold still covering her eyes.
Once she had seated her charge on a seat in front of the desk, she removed the
leather object.

"Thank you, Tina. Could we be alone?" asked Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," Tina replied, smiling to her Mistress.

"Mistress?" Jessica asked.

"Are you going to ask why Tina isn't undressing you now in the bedroom?" asked
Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," answered Jessica.

"Drink?" asked Janet, "Sherry?"

"I don't understand, Mistress Janet," Jessica replied.

Janet rose from her desk, and poured two glasses of sherry from a bottle on
a liquor cabinet. She passed one to Jessica before seating herself once again.
Jessica was quite surprised, since the last time she had been in the house Janet
had spanked her when she had served something wrong during dinner.

"Mistress?"

"Take a drink, Jessica. Drink to the fact that I came out ahead in the stock
market. Else there would be another woman in this chair, and I would be down
in the Dungeon, facing a grim fate."

Recognition came to Jessica quickly, and she smiled as she sipped her Sherry.

"You won, then, Mistress," surmised Jessica.

"Yes, Jessica. Thank you for all your help. Dominants aren't gods, and when
we forget that, horrible things can happen. A wonderful Dom, Mistress Erica,
who I shall never forget, trained me in this house. I shall continue to be just
like her, and follow everything that she taught me."

"Why are you telling me this, Mistress Janet?" asked Jessica.

"Because you must learn never to let absolute power corrupt you, Jessica.
One day, you may progress to being a Dominant. Then you will use the lessons
that you have learned when you were being striped with a crop."

"Does Mistress Janet want to use her slave Jessica this evening?"

"Yes. Tina!" called Janet.

Tina entered the library after she had been called, a grin on her face.

"Tina, you may prepare our guest for this evening. And wipe that grin off
your face before I place you over my knee and swat your behind!" declared Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," replied Tina, "but I still want you to spank me."

"Later, Tina, later."

'How can I maintain discipline as a Mistress when everyone around me is acting
so damn happy?' Janet asked herself when she was alone.

* * * * *

Weeks later, Janet was attending to some paperwork when Stephanie had been
invited over. When her friend entered the library, Janet rose and kissed her.

"Good afternoon," said Janet.

"Thank you," Stephanie answered.

"You said over the phone that you had something for me?" asked Janet.

"Yes, a letter from a Mistress Monique in California."

"Who's she?" asked Janet.

"I've met her once," said Stephanie, "very mysterious woman. She is on the
East Coast, and will see you tomorrow. Sent me this letter to give to you."

Janet was passed the envelope, which was a very expensive piece of stationery.
Her name was on the front, and a large M was the monogram on the envelope flap.
In addition, there was a wax seal with her initial also.

"Quite mysterious," agreed Janet, who placed the envelope on her desk.

"How is it running the house?" asked Stephanie.

"Fine. I just still can't believe it," Janet answered.

"Drinks, Mistress?" asked Tina as she pushed a tray into the library.

"Yes, Tina, thank you," answered Janet, "can we be alone?"

"Yes, Mistress," said Tina before she closed the library doors.

"Sometimes I can't get rid of her," stated Janet, "and if I punish her, she
only comes back for more."

"Such problems," agreed Stephanie.

Even though Janet had won the estate, she had still given Tina to Stephanie.
So Tina was still Stephanie's property. So Janet had "leased" her back, until
her term of contract with Stephanie was over in six months. Tina was required
once every two weeks to spend a day with Stephanie, and Janet noted that she
came back with a few new stripes every time. After six months, Tina would again
wholly belong to Janet.

"There's a favor that I have to ask you. Could you train Tiffany for a while?"

"Sure, but why?" asked Stephanie.

"Because she already dislikes you, and I would like to get her out of the
house for a while. It would be a great favor to me. I want you to take her this
afternoon, please?" asked Janet.

"Certainly, but how severe do you want me to treat her?"

"Make her uncomfortable, and be sure that she is wearing that necklace at
all times," specified Janet.

"Why, its worth a fortune," observed Stephanie.

"True. It's just another reminder to Tiffany about the price of her folly,"
said Janet.

What nobody else knew was that the necklace that Tiffany was wearing was a
fake. The real one was in Janet's safe deposit box at the Stone bank in Greenwich.
Janet had had one specially made up, and had substituted them one day. So the
object around Tiffany's neck was a fraud, of little value!

Janet watched Stephanie drive away later, with Tiffany cuffed in the front
passenger seat next to her. It was going to be nice to be alone with Tina for
a while. The letter from Monique had been forgotten until well after dinner.
She was just about to open it, when the phone rang.

"Hello?" asked Janet.

"This is Monique. Have you read my letter?"

"I'm just opening it now."

Dear Mistress Janet, Let me introduce myself. I am Monique, from California.
I have been requested to deliver a special package to you tonight. M

"I've just read it," said Janet.

"Good, I'll be over in ten minutes," said Monique.

When Monique arrived, she was in a large black limousine. The driver was female,
and she helped her passenger to remove a bound woman from the back seat of the
car.

The woman was harshly bound, and totally helpless. Her head was encased in
a red discipline helmet that was laced up in the back, and her chest was bound
into a corset, that pulled her waist tightly in. Her wrists and ankles were
cuffed together with gleaming stainless steel cuffs.

"Greetings, I am Monique," said her guest.

"Please come inside," said Janet.

"Sorry, but I cannot stay. I shall return within three days, when I shall
pick her up again. You may have the use of her during that time."

"This is all quite irregular," Janet observed, "far outside normal procedures.
I normally don't conduct myself in this manner, and I don't like it."

"Are you refusing the use of this girl?" asked Monique.

"Stephanie told me that you were reliable, so I shall take her word in this
matter and accept her. But next time, I want prior notice, interviews, and reports
on her first."

"Understood, Mistress Janet," Monique answered.

"Thank you," said Janet, as she watched the limo quickly depart.

How mysterious! Janet walked the bound woman inside, and conducted her into
the library. Monique had handed her an envelope, with some papers saying that
the slave's name was Alana Peters.

Janet, after reading the papers, stood up and removed the discipline helmet,
after unlacing it from the rear. She pulled the helmet off from the front, and
a rubber phallus gag with an air hole was removed from the slave's mouth.

"Mistress Erica!" cried Janet, shock on her face when she recognized her former
Mistress.

"Janet. How good to see you," said Erica.

"Erica, I knew you weren't dead," cried Janet as she sank to her knees.

"There now, Janet. I'm not really dressed for the way you're treating me,
so stand up. You're the Mistress, now," said Erica.

Janet stood up and unlocked Erica's wrists, and removed the hobble chain.
Still wearing the corset, Janet invited her to sit behind the desk, but Erica
declined.

"That's your desk now, not mine. I'm just your guest here, your slave."

"Mistress Erica, why did you devise this test of Tiffany and myself?"

"All in good time, Janet. I'll be here for three days. Where is Tiffany?"

"Stephanie is training her," answered Janet, "I felt it would be better for
her to be trained by someone else for a while, not me."

"Good, I only wanted to see you anyway. Tina doesn't know me, and it would
be inconvenient to be seen by Tiffany."

"Isn't faking your death a crime?" asked Janet.

"It is provided fraud is committed. There was no large life insurance policy
on me, there were clearly designated heirs, and taxes were paid."

"But you gave me your estate?" protested Janet.

"Did you really think that this was my entire estate?" laughed Erica, "no,
Erica Riken was just one identity of mine. And Alana isn't my real name, either.
Fact is, you'll never know just who I really am. That's why I kept such a low
profile, even if I was rich. And you should too."

"What are you doing now?" asked Janet.

Erica held up her left hand, and on her third finger was a simple gold wedding
band.

"Married? You're married? You left this life to get hitched?" questioned Janet.

"It was time to start something new. My husband knows of my former life, and
he doesn't care. And that's all I'll say about it. Which brings me to the purpose
of my visit. You may use me for three days, and then return me to Mistress Monique.
In any way you wish, for I'll be your slave."

"I don't know what to say," answered Janet.

"Say yes, and use me, Janet. Every slave has a desire to use her Mistress.
You now have that chance for three days. As you would any other slave. Just
refer to me as Alana, not Erica."

"Erica, I can't use you. I just can't. You were my Dom; you made me cry and
taught me submission. I would touch my stripes at home, remembering how you
administered them. I ached with desire when you wouldn't let me into your bed.
I still revere you, Erica."

"I'm not a goddess, Janet. Just a woman who was a Dominant for a while, so
use me as a slave," said Erica.

Janet sat behind the desk, never imagining that she would be in this position.
Here was Erica, asking to be used as a slave!

"Don't make me beg, Mistress Janet. Use me. Please?"

Looking at Erica, Janet remembered when she had been standing in front of
Erica. She had seen Tiffany used the previous night, and now Erica was demanding
that she write why she wanted to be a slave and serve a Mistress. Now Janet
was the one behind the desk, and Erica was on the other side. Janet finally
made her decision, and she tried to look confident, but instead was quaking
with fear inside. How does one go about using her Trainer?

"Yes, Mistress," finally answered Janet.

"You are the Mistress now, Janet. Always remember that, and never forget what
I have taught you."

"Tina!" called Janet.

They waited until Tina entered through the library doors. Tina arrived, wearing
a red rubber Maid's outfit that Janet had specially picked out for her.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Take this slave to the bedroom, remove her corset and outfit her in collar,
bracelets, and a pair of heels. Her name is Alana, and she will be with us for
three days," said Janet.

"Yes, Mistress, has she been interviewed?" asked Tina.

Tina was more than just her maid now, she was her assistant in the training
of her slaves. Tina would help interview and explore just why her clients would
come to her to submit to a Mistress, in preparation for her own time as a Mistress
in the future.

"Yes, Tina. She is quite submissive, and has been a slave for some time. Please
report back here when she is ready," Janet ordered.

After a short time, Tina led Alana, now naked and prepared back to the library.
Janet was reviewing some reports on another of her charges, and she waiting
to address Tina and Alana until she finished reading.

Alana was now naked, and attired as Janet had ordered. Her hands were locked
behind her back, and she was led by a leash that was attached to her collar.
Janet looked over her skin, and knew that Alana, no Erica, had not been used
in a long time.

"Thank you, Tina. We can be alone now," ordered Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," said Tina.

Janet waited until they were alone after Tina had closed the library doors,
and Janet heard Tina's heels click as she walked away, indicating that she was
resuming her chores.

"Is this what you want, Erica?" Janet asked.

"Yes, Mistress Janet. This will be the last time in my life that I enter a
Dungeon, or submit to another woman, ever. I now leave the life of Dominance
and submission in the same way I entered into it years ago, naked and as a slave.
It is only fitting that I submit to you, my last slave, who has inherited my
title and estate," Erica answered.

From behind her desk, Janet tried to read Erica's face and body language.
Was there something else that Erica was trying to hide? Janet had served Erica
for months, all the same time that her Mistress had been plotting her competition
between Janet and Tiffany.

Now Erica was leaving the world that she had introduced Janet to. Was there
some truth that Erica was not telling, some additional secret? Janet had never
been able to read Erica Riken. Not in the Dungeon, and not in the bedroom either.

"Then I shall recall Tina here, to witness your submission," said Janet.

"Yes, Mistress Janet."

"Tina!"

As they waited, Janet wondered if any Mistress had ever been in this position
before, of using their Trainer. She remembered how Stephanie had offered herself
to Janet to be used. Now it was her Mistress that stood before her. Why? Janet
asked herself, was this some penance on Erica's part? Or was there something
else?

Finally, Tina arrived and it was time for Janet to act her part.

"Do you, Alana Peters, submit to my discipline of your own free will?" asked
Janet.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Without force or coercion?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"That for your stay here, you shall not have the freedom of your body, which
shall belong totally to me, or whomever I command to have the use of you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Then rise, Alana," the woman rose after Janet's command, "Tina, what are
the chores today?"

"Washing the windows, Mistress."

"Strenuous work, yes?" asked Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," Tina answered.

"Outfit her with a belt around her waist and a large dildo in her sex, complete
with a clit stimulator. If she objects, use the crop. If she does a poor job
on the windows, use her severely, you have my permission."

"Yes, Mistress," Tina answered.

"Thank you, Tina, that will be all," said Janet.

Tina led her charge away, who remained silent, who did not protest her bondage.
Janet sat back in her chair, wondering if she was doing the right thing with
Erica. She had just ordered that her trainer wear a dildo harness around her
waist. Every step and motion for her would be a form of erotic agony, with her
sex and clit constantly aroused by the dildo inside her.

Janet remembered how she had been sexually excited the first time that Erica
had ordered her to wear the harness. Every movement of her body made the dildo
rub against her sex, the stimulator on her clit keeping her constantly aroused.
How fast her heart beat, how close to climax she was for hours.

"So now the roles are reversed," Janet said aloud to herself, alone in the
library.

Alana performed her duties with Tina during the day, without any comment or
complaint. The constant stimulation of her sex kept her constantly aroused,
and she kept trying to expel the invader within.

Janet had only one session that evening, and had ordered that Alana be chained
against the Dungeon wall to witness the use of her slave, Nola. Alana had finally
been released from the dildo harness, but a ballgag had been inserted in her
mouth to insure her silence.

Nola was midway through her training, and Janet knew just what the slave was
expecting. Janet striped her with the whip, then the crop. She pinched her erect
nipples, making her moan with excitement and desire. Finally, she inserted her
fingers into Nola's wet sex, driving her ever closer to climax.

"Do you desire to please your Mistress?" asked Janet.

"Yes, Mistress Janet," plead Nola.

"I regret that I must cut our session short for tonight, Nola. But I promise
you that you shall be rewarded amply next time."

"Mistress?" asked Nola.

Janet pushed her fingers deeper into Nola's sex, then removed them suddenly.
Nola suddenly orgasmed, and jerked within her bonds, moaning with pleasure.

"Next time, slave," said Janet as she kissed Nola on the lips.

"Thank you, Mistress," said Nola.

"You're welcome. Tina, release Nola, and get her cleaned up," ordered Janet.

"Yes, Mistress."

"See you next week, Nola," said Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," Nola replied as Tina released her.

Nola then bent down and kissed Janet's high heels, before she was led away
by Tina, to be bathed and dressed. Originally, Janet had planned to keep her
for the night and use her further. But her new charge had changed her plans
for the evening.

Janet walked over to the wall, and unlocked Alana's wrists, then she locked
them behind her back. Next, she reached down, and began to pinch the wona's
erect nipples, making her squeal. Continuing, she then inserted two of her fingers
into Alana's sex, which was already wet.

"Excited, aren't you?" questioned Janet.

All that Alana could do was to nod her head in assent to Janet's question.

"Before our two days are through, Alana, you shall be screaming out your submission
to me, and you shall be whipped into a frenzy. Is that what you want? I'm giving
you one final chance to be released," offered Janet as she removed the gag from
Alana's mouth.

"Yes, Mistress, please use me?" requested Alana.

Janet then walked her over to the ceiling chain and unlocked her wrists once
again before she chained them over Alana's head. A spreader bar soon locked
her ankles apart, and Janet finished by activating a switch that pulled the
ceiling chain taut.

"Prepare to be used, slave," said Janet.

"Yes, Mistress."

Janet removed a coiled whip from the wall, and offered the handle to Alana,
who kissed it when offered. While holding the whip, Janet wondered if she had
looked that way when Erica had offered it to her.

She began to use Alana in a slow, careful fashion. Janet did not know just
how long it had been since she had been last used, so she did not want to shock
her by harshly using the whip. Even though Alana had told her that she would
take the most severe discipline, Janet still exercised control and responsibility
in using her new submissive.

After Janet had delivered the first series of strokes, Janet paused. The exertions
of two scenes were taking their toll on her, since she was wearing a latex outfit.
Janet paused, as Tina re-entered the Dungeon.

"Mistress Janet, Nola has been bathed, dressed, and sent on her way," stated
Tina.

"Thank you, Tina," Janet answered.

"Slave Alana, are you all right?" Janet asked.

"Yes, Mistress," Alana replied.

"I shall now take a pause."

"Yes, Mistress."

Deep in her heart, Janet had always wondered just what it would be like to
use her Mistress. Erica, the woman who had introduced her to being a slave.
Erica, who had striped her naked body, then used her sexually. Who had awakened
fires in her that would never be quenched.

Now Erica was naked and bound and being used by her former slave, and she
was reacting well under Janet's whip.

"Tina?"

"Yes, Mistress?"

"You may use our new slave, if you want."

"Thank you, Mistress," answered Tina.

Tina selected a riding crop, and displayed it to Alana. She bent it between
her gloved hands.

"When were you last cropped, slave?" asked Tina.

"A long time ago, Mistress," Alana answered.

"Do you desire the crop?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Tina looked at Janet for permission, and Janet nodded her approval.

"Kiss the crop," directed Tina, who offered the handle to her captive.

"Yes, Mistress."

When it was offered to her, Alana kissed the crop with her lips. Alana was
performing just like any other slave, just as if she had belonged to Janet all
along.

"Ten strokes, Mistress?" asked Tina.

"That will be fine, Tina."

Tina delivered her strokes in a businesslike, methodical fashion. She struck
at Alana's underarms, her breasts, her behind, and finally between her legs.
Each stroke left a red mark behind, and was delivered with enough force to make
Alana jump within her chains.

"Thank you, Mistress," sobbed Alana when the strokes were completed.

Janet had never thought that she would ever see her Mistress cry. But now
her Mistress was gone, instead she was now under Janet's whip and control.

"Tina, you may release Alana, bathe her, and chain her in a bedroom. I won't
be using her tonight. However, you may have her if you want," offered Janet.

"Mistress?" asked Tina.

"You can speak to me later. I'm going to bathe and change," said Janet.

"Yes, Mistress."

Janet was wearing nothing but a kimono robe and slippers in her bedroom when
Tina knocked on the door.

"Enter," ordered Janet.

"Mistress, may I speak to you?" asked Tina.

"Yes, Tina."

"You said that Alana is an experienced slave," stated Tina.

"Yes," Janet answered.

"If she is, she has not been used in quite some time," suggested Tina.

"Thank you for bringing that to my attention, Tina. However, she had worked
adequately in the house today, and took her discipline quite well, so there
is no cause for concern. Where is she?"

"Alana has been bathed and is chained in a bedroom, Mistress," answered Tina.

"Thank you, Tina. But I don't want to use her myself tonight. You may, however."

"But Mistress Janet, it's traditional that you as Mistress use her first,"
pointed out Tina.

"Yes, Tina. But not tonight, I'm giving her to you," Janet answered.

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Except that I don't want her to climax. Use the crop, stimulate her, get
her near to orgasm as you can, but frustrate her. Don't let her cum. And when
you're finished, chain her wrists to her collar and lock a spreader bar to her
ankles," ordered Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," answered Tina, "I shall obey your orders."

"Thank you, Tina."

"Thank you, Mistress Janet," said Tina as Janet turned back towards her bed.

"See you in the morning," said Janet to her departing maid and confidant.

During the night, Janet had awakened after turning in early. She walked by
the bedroom, and she could her the sounds within as Tina used Alana. She could
be heard, crying and moaning, and the occasional slap of leather against her
skin. Janet knew that Tina would obey her orders to the letter, and not exceed
them.

The next day was uneventful. Janet had appointments that kept her out of the
house, and she had to drive up to Hartford for something she couldn't cancel.
Fortunately, she didn't have any sessions planned that evening, so she could
devote herself to using Alana.

Tina was given the use of Alana during the day to maintain the house after
Janet had left. The trip to Hartford and her business there took shorter than
expected, so she was back to the house early.

Janet had a late lunch, and used Alana briefly during the afternoon. She made
Alana service her in the library, and her former owner brought her to climax.
Once she had climaxed, Janet beat her with a crop, striping her several times.

"Do you like serving your Mistress?" Janet asked.

"Yes, Mistress Janet," tearfully answered Alana.

"Good, for you shall serve me in the Dungeon later. I shall make you scream
with pain and pleasure."

"Yes, Mistress."

True to her word, Janet used Alana severely. She decided to use the long whip,
which would wrap itself around Alana and sting fiercely. Alana was soon in tears
from her use by Mistress Janet.

Once she had whipped Alana into a frenzy, she had Tina release her and bring
her to Janet's bedroom.

"Now, slave," said Janet, "it is time." In her bedroom, Janet relentlessly
continued her punishment of Alana, using the riding crop on her back over and
over. Like a demon that possessed her, Janet continued to crop Alana repeatedly,
time after time. She beat Alana without pause, without rest. Her naked body
was soon a mass of red stripes from the crop, and tears of pain fell from her
cheeks.

"Mercy, Mistress Janet, mercy!" Alana screamed in pain.

"NO!" said Janet, madness possessing her to continue cropping Alana.

In spite of Alana's plea for mercy, a strange madness possessed Janet to continue
using the crop on the slave's back, delivering stroke after stroke. Finally,
flecks of blood appeared on Alana's back as the skin was broken, and the crop's
tip was colored red.

"Mercy," cried Alana, "mercy!"

"NO!" screamed Janet tears falling from her eyes.

"Show me your back, Mistress Janet! Or are you Mistress Lauren?" demanded
Erica, her voice and persona changing.

"NO! I'm not Lauren!" screamed Janet.

"Then why are you behaving like Lauren?"

Janet fell to the floor, sobbing as she dropped the riding crop. She covered
her eyes with her hands trying to contain the tears. Erica's mention of Lauren
reopened the memory of her suffering months before.

"Before you strike my back again, show me yours!" ordered Erica.

"Oh god, what have I become?" cried Janet, as she fell to her knees on the
floor. The madness and bloodlust that had gripped her for the last hour was
suddenly made real to her, how she was acting in a sadistic manner. Janet had
refused a call for mercy, something that she pledged that she would never do.
How she was acting like Mistress Lauren.

Erica unzipped the PVC top that Janet was wearing, which had exposed her arms,
but covered the rest of her upper body. She removed it from Janet's torso, and
dropped it to the floor and stood up. Erica struggled to her feet on shaky legs,
her body in pain from the beating that she had endured.

"You knew," cried Janet, "you knew all along."

"Yes."

"Why didn't you ask me in the library?" asked Janet.

"Because it had to come in it's own way. Because you had to beat me and refuse
my call for mercy while you striped my back. Yes, I heard about what Lauren
did to you. How you took the punishment of a slave who had been used beyond
her breaking point, and paid a terrible price for it. I was very proud when
I heard about a new Mistress who observed all the rules, acted wisely and coolly.
I knew that you had learned everything that I had taught you," said Erica.

"Why does Lauren hate you so?" sobbed Janet.

"We were both slaves together, then became Dominants at the same time. There
was always something vicious and evil about her, and when she advanced to Mistress,
she forgot the responsibility that we hold," answered Erica.

"No! There's more, tell me all of it!" Janet demanded.

"Lauren discovered an excellent slave, one that wanted to be trained and serve
a Mistress. But she abused her, and punished her severely. I rescued the girl,
and made her my slave instead."

"Tiffany?" asked Janet.

"No, Stephanie."

"Stephanie?" Janet repeated, dumbfounded.

"Yes. That's why she hates you, Stephanie, and myself. She was always angry
that I took Stephanie from her, and probably one day vowed revenge. Stephanie
was a superb slave who learned quickly, and who had excellent qualities. She
advanced from slave to Mistress in just a few years," Erica recalled.

"Why did Lauren want to kill me?" sobbed Janet.

"To Lauren, you represented me," continued Erica. "That was why when you surrendered
to her, Lauren finally had her chance to punish me, with you as my surrogate.
You never knew that when you took that slave's punishment in her place. What
was her name?"

"Myra."

"Then you must do all you can to free her from Lauren's grasp," directed Erica.

"She also met me later in Greenwich. She told me that Lauren was advising
Tiffany, and that Tiffany was ahead in the stock market," answered Janet.

"You have to free her, Janet."

"Yes," sobbed Janet, "I swear I will, Erica."

"You must, Janet," answered Erica.

"Why, Erica? Why did I have to go through such hell?" questioned Janet.

"As my newest and last slave," Erica began. "I felt that you had as much right
to my legacy as one of my older ones. Tiffany has been one of my slaves for
a long time. But I had no idea that she was probably serving Lauren, my enemy,
as well."

"Erica, Tiffany and Lauren were conspiring together from the very beginning
after your death. The night after you died, I went to Tiffany's apartment. I
knocked over a game, Conquest, in her closet. I boasted how good I was. Six
months later, at Lauren's, we played Conquest, and I won easily. I was set up,
since Myra had already been used. When I met Lauren before, she knew that I
disapproved of her methods, and I would be forced into taking Myra's place."

"Then you must trade or sell Tiffany to Lauren in exchange for Myra."

"I have to. I certainly can't keep Tiffany in my House," agreed Janet.

"I could not have imagined that you would have had to face Lauren," said Erica,
"she must have made you suffer horribly on my account."

"I wanted to die," bluntly stated Janet.

"But you survived, Janet. There are many responsibilities that you will have
as Mistress, both good and bad. You will be holding a person's very life in
your hands, and you will be responsible for it."

"That was what I told Tiffany the night before the codicil was read," Janet
answered.

"Then you have learned what your role as a Mistress is really about, not just
providing yourself with sexual satisfaction."

"But why the competition, Erica?"

"I had to find some way of testing the two of you, something that you could
not control. Something that would test you to your very limits of endurance
and strength. But I never thought that you would be tested almost to the brink
of death. I'm sorry Janet, but the life of a Mistress isn't always going to
be a happy one. You learned harder and faster, than any slave or Mistress ever
had to. You will make a fine Mistress, Janet. You have learned everything that
I taught you, and deserve to inherit my legacy."

Janet buried her face in her hands and sobbed, tears flowing from her eyes,
droplets running down her hands and cheeks.

"Thank you, Erica. I'll always remember you," sobbed Janet.

"I know you will, Janet. I know you will," comforted Erica.

Before Erica left the next day, she hugged and kissed Janet. She would not
leave the estate bound, but instead wore a red dress and modest heels.

"Janet, good-bye. Be a good Mistress, a good owner to Tina, and a good friend
to Stephanie. For me?" asked Erica.

"Yes, Mistress," Janet replied.

"I shall not pass this way again, Janet," said Erica as she choked back tears,
"I just have to go. I'm sorry."

'I'll do everything you asked, Erica,' Janet thought to herself as she watched
Erica climb into the limo with Mistress Monique, 'good-bye, Mistress Erica.'

Janet entered her house and closed the door behind her. Tina was waiting in
the foyer, and Janet had a hard time restraining herself from crying.

"Is everything all right, Mistress?" Tina asked.

"Yes, Tina."

"Then why are you crying for a slave you only had for a few days, Mistress
Janet?"

"Tina, please, there are some questions that you are better off not asking.
And you must never physically describe Alana to anyone, do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I would like to be alone," said Janet as she saw the limo pull away from
the landing.

'You're hiding something Erica,' Janet thought to herself, 'What it is I don't
know, but you're hiding something as usual.' Janet watched the limo pull away,
then ran to the library to cry. Janet noticed that Erica did not look back at
the estate from the rear window of the car. It took her an hour to regain her
composure, and then she drove to Stephanie's house.

"You don't want Tiffany back yet, do you?" asked Stephanie as they entered
the library together.

Stephanie poured two small glasses of sherry, and she handed one to Janet.
They both sat down together, Stephanie behind her desk, Janet in the leather
seat in front of her. Janet wore a green blouse and a modest skirt that showed
off her legs.

"No, that's not why I came here."

"Go ahead," said Stephanie.

"I want to buy Myra from Rene and Lauren. I owe her that much for telling
me about Lauren and Tiffany, and trade her for Tiffany."

"Risky. If Lauren finds out that's it you that wants Myra, she won't sell
and Myra will be horribly punished. We'll have to find a Mistress who will help
us and disguise her real reasons for buying Myra. What else?"

"I also want to go back to that plastic surgeon you brought me to and get
my back fixed. It's time now, and I no longer have to wear the stigmata of my
beating by Lauren," asserted Janet.

"All right," replied Stephanie, "are you feeling okay, Janet? You seem disturbed
by something."

"I'm fine, thank you," Janet lied.

"What about that slave Monique brought over?"

"Just a girl that needed some additional training, that's all," Janet answered,
and in a strange way, it was true!

"Janet, I have a confession to make. I was Erica's slave before I became a
Dom. I should have told you long ago, I'm sorry," apologized Stephanie.

"That's all right, Stephanie. Will I ever know all of Erica's secrets?" asked
Janet.

"No, I don't think so," Stephanie replied.

"I don't think so either."

Janet sat back in her leather chair, enjoying the feel of it on her bare legs.
Finally, after her year of trial, her test and ordeal was over. It was time
to properly begin her life as a Mistress, just as she had been trained.

Epilogue

Janet relaxed behind her desk in the library, warming her fingers on the steaming
mug of coffee that she was holding. She watched, as the snow outside the windows
became progressively heavier. Having just returned from two weeks in the Bahamas,
Janet had managed to arrive home the day before a blizzard struck.

Tina had awakened her, and they had shared a nice breakfast together. Then
Tina had to attend to her chores, and Janet to assume her role as Mistress of
the House. Afterwards, Janet had adjourned to the library to work on the mail
and other paperwork required in running the estate.

Janet had taken her coffee mug and a thermos pitcher of black coffee with
her. Running her estate was lengthy work, and would require plenty of coffee
to keep her going.

The radio was droning quietly about the forecast that at least thirty inches
of snow were coming, and Connecticut was going to be snowed in. It was a good
thing that Janet always took a couple of days to rest after a trip before resuming
her normal schedule. There was nothing on her calendar except for dinner with
Stephanie, which would have to be canceled.

Glancing outside, she saw that the snow was already drifting onto the library
windows. It was inches deep by now, and the storm was just getting started.
So Janet knew that she was going to be house bound for a few days.

"Damn!" said Janet aloud to herself.

She had marked the date in red ink, and Janet suddenly realized why. It was
the third anniversary of the day she had been nearly fatally beaten by Mistress
Lauren, in her revenge against Erica. She had wanted the anniversary each year
to be marked by a private dinner with Stephanie, to thank her for saving Janet's
life.

Even though it had been two years, Janet had never told Stephanie about Erica's
secret or how Lauren and Tiffany had plotted to kill her. There were some things
that were better kept quiet, which was something else that she had learned from
Erica. Though they often shared a bed together, and Janet longed to confess
to someone about what she knew, Janet still stayed silent.

Janet wondered what would have happened to her life if it had snowed on that
night and she and Tiffany had not gone to Lauren's party. Would events have
turned out differently? Would Tiffany now be sitting in the chair, and Janet
in the Dungeon? Or was the agony that Janet suffered necessary for her to win
Erica's competition between them? Her back had been fixed, and the physical
scars removed. It had been a painful process, but nothing like the agony she
had suffered when inflicted by Lauren. She remembered how she had wanted to
scream and plead for mercy, but Lauren had buckled a ballgag in her mouth. Then
Janet had been beaten severely, far beyond just drawing blood. Janet knew that
she would have begged Lauren for her life, but that had been denied her by the
gag.

Janet was now a successful Mistress, with plenty of eager and willing slaves
to please her. She had learned from both Erica and Stephanie, and was regarded
as a superb Dominatrix and her advice sought by others.

It had taken Janet and Stephanie six months to create a scheme to trade Tiffany
for Myra, which had succeeded. Now, Myra was one of Janet's most devoted slaves,
and would do anything for her. Meanwhile, Janet wondered just what sort of miserable
life that Tiffany must be leading as Lauren's slave. Would she someday meet
Tiffany somewhere, begging for Janet to buy her?

Finally, Janet started on the mail. She sorted through the bills, ads, and
organized it into neat piles. However, there was a standard business envelope
with no return address on it. It had been printed on an ink-jet printer, with
her name and address.

Janet opened the envelope, and unfolded a single sheet of paper, which also
contained a newspaper article about a fatal car accident. Janet didn't recognize
the name of the victim.

But tears did come when she read the letter:

Dear Janet, I trust that you are well, and things are working well for you
in your life as a Mistress. I'm writing to inform you of Erica's death in a
traffic accident, which happened a few days ago. Enclosed you will find an article
about her death. After Erica and I "died" in the plane crash, I started a new
life also, as a Mistress in my own right. Erica did not want me to contact you,
feeling that you had to establish your own life. I am happy to hear that you
have done a good job of it. Erica always loved you, deeply.

Andrea

Below her name, Andrea had written a phone number, as an afterthought. Janet
decided that she would call later in the day.

During her brief three-day visit two years earlier, Erica had been alone in
the library. In a book of Japanese poetry, she had outlined a poem in red, then
placed a bookmark on the page. Janet had stumbled across it months later, on
the first anniversary of her beating by Lauren.

Janet read: You only live twice: Once when you are born, And once when you
look death in the face.1

Janet had seen death in Lauren's face, and she would always remember it. But
why did Erica have to die, and not Lauren? Fate was unfair, just as Erica had
said it would be.

Watching the snow pile itself into silent drifts, it seemed a peaceful and
fitting day to learn that Erica was really gone. Janet reflected on the events
that led her to this point quietly, before she resumed her duties as Mistress
of her Estate.

THE END of "Janet in Training"

Janet in Training - Chapter Eleven: Janet Ascending

Spring was giving way to summer, and the heat had begun to increase as the
days got longer. Winter coats were shed for lighter spring ones, then finally
for jackets and even going without. The heavy clothing of winter was gradually
being replaced as the seasons changed, and Janet watched as the trendy women
of Greenwich wore the newest fashions that season.

But not Janet, who would wear either a full blouse or dress, in order to conceal
the scars on her back. Unlike the scarlet letter of colonial times, Janet wore
hers on her back, and it was marked into her skin. Janet could only wonder about
the reaction that she would cause if she were to wear a tank top or something
else that exposed her back into a public place.

Going to the broker that day in Greenwich had been good. The market was up,
and all of her new picks had increased in value. She looked over the latest
copies of the printed report in his office, and marked some for sale that weren't
doing well, and new ones to buy. There was a calendar hung on his wall, from
some resort in the Caribbean. Janet stared at the picture of a couple in bathing
suits on a sailboat.

"Why don't you go on a trip there," suggested the broker, "you look like you
could use a vacation."

"No thanks," Janet answered, "too busy."

If the prospect of wearing a top that exposed her back in Greenwich was an
impossibility, she could only imagine what the reaction might be if she wore
a bikini to a beach. Or a regular suit. Even though the marks on her thighs
and bottom had faded, Janet was clearly marked, both internally and externally.

"All work and no play," said the broker, "makes one pretty stale."

"Have to work at this," confided Janet, "I have a reason."

"Whatever it is, it must be important," he said as Janet passed him her latest
decisions.

"You don't know how important," said Janet, "or the stakes involved."

"Well, good luck. Whatever the hell you're involved in," he said.

"Thanks," said Janet as she rose from her chair, folded the reports into her
briefcase, and pulled on her jacket.

"Why are you still wearing something so heavy?" he asked.

"Thin blood," said Janet on the way out.

It was a hot day, and Janet could feel that her blouse was already plastered
on her back by sweat. How she longed to rid herself of the jacket, and wear
something light and sexy. Instead, she felt like a Victorian walking around,
her body fully clothed and invisible.

After she had stowed away the reports in her safe deposit box, Janet decided
that it would be nice to walk around. She looked in the rich stores on the main
street in Greenwich, and the outside temperature increased as the day wore on.
It was going to be a hot early summer, and the fashions this year were going
to show a lot of skin.

"Janet?"

Janet turned around when she heard the unfamiliar voice at her back. There
was a girl standing there, a pretty brunette. Janet looked her over, and undressed
her with her eyes, wondering if she was someone's slave.

"Do I know you?" asked Janet.

"You took Lauren's continued punishment in my place in her house months ago,"
she said softly so that nobody else could hear, "my name is Myra."

"Oh," answered Janet, recognition dawning in her mind.

"I'm Rene's slave, but Lauren is free to use me whenever she desires. Which
is quite often," stated Myra.

"Let's walk," suggested Janet.

"Okay," answered Myra.

Janet continued her journey through Greenwich, with Myra at her side, about
half a pace behind her.

"How are you doing?" asked Janet.

"Rene and Lauren are harsh with their slaves. You already know that. I get
beaten horribly on a regular basis."

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing that I can do," said Janet, "I've already
felt Lauren's whip."

"I asked if I could be your slave. Do you remember?" asked Myra.

"Yes. I was lucky to make it home, and I was feverish and delirious for days.
I nearly died," grimly stated Janet.

"You infuriated Lauren by taking her punishment and surviving. She hates you,
and your former owner, Erica."

"I know," answered Janet.

"Please buy me and make me your slave, before she goes too far with me also,"
plead Myra, tears in her eyes.

Janet thought carefully before she answered.

"I can't, not yet. I'm sorry, Myra. I'm involved in something that Erica has
devised. Right now, I'm as much of a slave as you are," said Janet.

"Is that why Tiffany is always reading the financial papers, calling a broker
and buying stocks like mad?" asked Myra.

"Yes," cautiously answered Janet.

"She was boasting to Lauren yesterday that her total was over a million. Does
that mean anything to you?" asked Myra.

"Yes," answered Janet, "yes it does. Thank you."

"Mistress Janet, please! Buy me," begged Myra.

"It's not yet time, Myra. Please!" responded Janet.

"Yes, Mistress Janet. Whatever happens, good luck," said Myra, disappointment
clearly evident in her voice.

It took all of Janet's control to avoid breaking down as she walked back to
her car and away from Myra. The slave had taken an awful chance in talking to
her, and if her information was correct, then Janet was in real trouble. They
had both started out with a million dollars in stock. In the months since, with
the market up and down, Janet had finally reached back to her starting figure.

But if Tiffany were ahead, the tyranny of the calendar would be ticking away
the days until the end of her freedom. Her threat to place Janet in the Dungeon
was not an idle one.

Janet shed tears in her car, worrying about the future and what it might bring.

"Lunch, Mistress?" asked Tina when she returned home.

"Something light, Tina. I really don't feel like eating."

"Yes, Mistress Janet."

"Is Tiffany home, has she eaten?" asked Janet.

"Yes, Mistress, to both questions," answered Tina.

"Thank you, Tina."

Tina set a tray before her containing a salad, a cold soda, and a piece of
cake. Janet doubted that she could get any of it down, but she resolved to try.
Janet had never suffered from any of the problems of eating that beset other
women, but her stomach was now tied in knots at the information that she had
obtained.

Janet ate alone in the library, reading a book from the vast collection that
Erica had created. How had her owner managed to get such a library when she
had been so busy in the Dungeon?

"Hi there," said Tiffany, as she seated herself on the leather couch.

"Greetings," politely answered Janet.

"I'm having a good day. Want to go out?" offered Tiffany.

"No thanks," refused Janet, "we've already done that."

"Are you afraid that I'd take you to Lauren's again?" asked Tiffany.

"The thought had crossed my mind," politely answered Janet.

"Just out for a drive, that's all," answered Tiffany.

"I'd like to rest for a while. My slave Jessica is coming over tonight, so
I'd like to use the Dungeon this evening. Okay?" asked Janet.

"Sure, I'm going out tonight anyway, after I go shopping. I'm picking up a
diamond necklace today in town, costing plenty," boasted Tiffany.

"Really, how lucky of you," said Janet.

"Let's just say that I made some money lately, and now I want to spend it
on myself. Want to see a picture?" offered Tiffany.

"Sure."

Tiffany unfolded a picture that she had been carrying around in her shirt
pocket from the Times. It was a diamond necklace, all right, with a price in
five figures.

"Just make sure you keep it safe," said Janet, "you wouldn't want someone
to steal it from you."

"Yeah," said Tiffany when she departed the library.

Tiffany could not have hurt Janet more than if she had stabbed Janet with
a knife. First, the news from Myra and now Tiffany was spending a lot of money
on a necklace. What had seemed like such a good day in the morning was becoming
a disaster in the afternoon.

Leaving the tray in the library, she walked up to her bedroom, shed her shoes,
and looked forward to a few hours of blissful sleep. Before her session with
Jessica, who was her devoted slave and submissive.

Janet lay down on the bed and loosened her blouse and skirt. At least the
bedroom was a pleasant temperature. Not too hot or too cold, she thought.

When the alarm clock finally went off at 5 PM, it was a relief to awaken.
Janet swung her legs off the bed, and realized that she was covered in sweat.
Her clothes were soaked, as if she had been outside on an August day.

"Damn!" cried Janet, "shower time."

Janet stripped off her clothes, after having told Tina to keep her dinner
waiting for a while. She turned the shower up to hot, and jumped under the steaming
water, letting the stinging water wash away her sweat and the sour odor of her
perspiration. Soaping herself, she allowed herself the luxury of stimulating
herself orgasm in the shower. Which was something that she had ordered Jessica
not to do.

Her fingers massaged her sex, and her pussy hair, which had regrown since
Andrea was no longer shaving it. Tiffany had removed Erica's medallion, but
not the labia ring that it had been attached to.

She considered if she should order that Jessica should be shaved also as a
measure of her submission to Janet. When suddenly something clicked, and Janet
froze, dropping the soap bar onto the bathtub's floor.

"Idiot!" cried Janet, "Idiot!"

Just because the rules said that they couldn't seek advice from the brokers
that they had to deal with, didn't mean that they couldn't get it elsewhere.
Lauren was probably advising Tiffany, since Myra had told her what she had seen
in Lauren's house.

Janet had been working by herself, alone and terrified while investing in
the market. When someone else could have helped her. Like another broker, or
Jessica.

Jessica! Here she had one of the wealthiest women in the country as one of
her slaves, and she hadn't made the proper use of her. Sure, Jessica had shown
that she would lick her boots and pussy, and perform housework and endure the
whip. But would she serve as her advisor?

Janet had learned at Erica's feet that the purpose of a slave was to serve
her Mistress, no matter what the demand or circumstance. Erica and later Stephanie
had used her in many ways, but never intellectually. Perhaps it was time to
start.

Stephanie had once taken Janet to a party where the guests were all Dominatrices
and their slaves. She had met a wealthy woman who owned her own business, who
had told her that her slave was also her girl Friday. Blanca may not have wanted
to use a slave in her law office, but that didn't mean others would have the
same prohibition.

Quickly Janet got out of the shower, glad for the hot water that had reinvigorated
her. She toweled herself off, her skin still sweating from the sauna like conditions
of the shower that she had just taken. After drying herself, Janet dressed in
a blouse, jeans, and a pair of high heels.

'Not an elegant way to dress for dinner,' Janet thought, 'but I'll dress in
something more fitting before Jessica arrives.'

While she had barely been able to choke down lunch, she attacked the broiled
scallops like she had not eaten for a week. She drank sparingly of the white
wine, since she had to keep a clear head with Jessica. Tiffany had consumed
too much bourbon, and had fallen asleep with Tina locked in the cell. Janet
would do no such thing, and only drank the wine to enhance the meal, not to
get drunk.

Tina watched her Mistress eat, and smiled when she saw how Janet ate with
pleasure. Janet observed her, but kept silent about her idea for using Jessica.

Sitting at the table, Janet pondered what she was going to do with Jessica.
In the several weeks that she had been training her as a slave, Jessica had
been steadily brought along one step at a time. She had been divested of her
clothes, and forced to work alongside a Maid. She had been punished with ever
increasing severity with the whip and crop. Jessica had also been ordered to
contain herself, only being allowed to release herself upon Janet's orders.

The result was that Jessica was slowly being turned into a slave. With Janet
holding her strings as her puppeteer. Question was, had she been brought far
enough along to serve in this new capacity?

Janet would find out tonight and order Tina out of the Dungeon at the crucial
time. She didn't want Tina to find out about this, not yet. Not even Stephanie
should know.

"Thank you, Tina, that was an excellent dinner," complimented Janet.

"Thank you, Mistress," Tina replied.

"Is Tiffany gone?"

"She left when you were in the shower, Mistress."

"Excellent. Jessica will be here at 9 PM, so I'll dress myself before then.
The usual setup," ordered Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," answered Tina as she collected the dishes.

Just like the first evening when Jessica had arrived for her introduction
to bondage, Janet was nervous as hell. She had left Tina alone to dress in her
latex uniform, so that she could be shown of to Jessica. Meanwhile, Janet had
to dress herself in her leather outfit, and she was shaking like a leaf.

"Goddamn, Janet," she said aloud in front of her mirror, "a Mistress is supposed
to be supremely confidant and a goddess. Instead, you're shaking like a leaf.
So calm down!"

Janet had decided on something simple, given the sudden heat of spring. She
wore a black leather bodysuit over a pair of pantyhose, plus simple pair of
knee high boots. Admiring herself in the mirror, she loved the way the bodysuit
hugged all her curves.

She had tried wearing her leather catsuit around the house recently, and discovered
that it was already too warm to do so. When she finally took it off, it was
time for it to be cleaned. Janet had not even bothered to wear her rubber catsuit,
remembering the wrestling suit she had inherited from her brother.

She would get by the summer by wearing things that would let her skin breath,
at least partially. Janet heard a car crunch on the gravel outside, and looked
at the clock. It was already 9 PM, and her charge was arriving now!

Janet walked carefully from her bedroom and downstairs to the library. Janet
passed Tina in the hall, as she was going outside to collect Jessica from the
limo. It was a good thing that there was no carpeting anywhere in the mansion.
Walking in stiletto heels was dangerous enough already, and the sharp heels
would eventually destroy the carpet anyway.

She took one last look at herself in the library mirror, admiring her long
legs. Then she seated herself in the large leather chair and waited for the
night's activities to begin.

Tina brought in Jessica, and through the open window Janet could hear the
gravel crunch as the car pulled away. Jessica was wearing a simple white blouse,
skirt, and heels as Janet had ordered when she departed last Sunday. If she
had followed Janet's orders to the letter, then she would be wearing nothing
underneath.

"Remove her sunglasses, Tina," ordered Janet.

"Yes, Mistress."

When the glasses were removed, Jessica blinked her eyes in the sudden light.
She remained silent until her Mistress deigned to speak to her.

"Good evening, Jessica. I trust that you are eager to see your Mistress this
weekend," said Janet.

"Yes, Mistress Janet," answered Jessica.

"Then remove your clothes and let me see if you have obeyed your instructions
that I gave you on Sunday," ordered Janet.

Jessica began by unbuttoning the sleeves on her blouse, then unzipping her
skirt. Janet nodded in approval when she saw that Jessica had indeed followed
her orders, and wore no underwear. Instead, her female figure was well striped
by the accumulation of several weeks of Janet's discipline.

"Very nice, Jessica. In future, I may order you to wear something of mine
on yourself permanently. To remind you that I am your Mistress," described Janet.

"May I ask Mistress a question?"

"Go ahead," answered Janet.

"What would you have me wear?" asked Jessica.

"A locked chain around your waist, to start. Something that you couldn't remove
yourself. Then perhaps your labia might be pierced to contain a medallion proving
your slavery to me. You could even be tattooed or branded as a final mark of
ownership. Would you like to do something like that?" asked Janet.

"I don't know, Mistress. I'm still pretty scared," truthfully answered Jessica.

"Thank you for your honest answer, Jessica. Slaves aren't allowed to lie to
their Mistress. Tina, outfit her in collar, bracelets, blindfold, and ballgag,"
ordered Janet.

Jessica stood silently as Tina placed the instruments of bondage upon her,
standing stiffly and offering her limbs as the leather and steel enclosed them.
Janet watched quietly as her Maid took control of the situation, expertly confining
Jessica into slavery. Janet decided that next week Jessica would not even see
her Mistress upon entering the house. Much as Erica had done with Janet by handing
her over to Andrea upon entering her house.

When Tina was done, she locked Jessica's wrists behind her back. Then she
made her kneel onto the small carpet, and a leash was attached to her collar.
Tina then got a blindfold and ballgag from the desk, and in a few seconds Jessica
was rendered without sight or speech.

Janet noted that Jessica had eagerly opened her mouth when the gag was presented
to her. She had opened her mouth without hesitation and her lips enclosed the
red rubber ball. Jessica had gone from being reluctant about the gag to eager
in just a few weeks. She wondered just how much more eager she would become
in the future.

Tina had been ordered to take Jessica immediately to the Dungeon, then to
be locked by her collar chain to the wall. Then she was supposed to wait for
Janet to arrive after a period of time, so that Jessica would be mad with anticipation
to see her Mistress.

Once Jessica had been led away, Janet relaxed. Tiffany was away, and Janet
hoped that she wouldn't be interfering any time soon. The only problem was that
if she knew the identity of Janet's newest slave, which might cause problems
later.

The sudden electronic ring of the phone interrupted her thoughts.

"Hello?" asked Janet.

"Janet, hi, its Tiffany."

"What's up?"

"I'm calling to say that I'll be back on Monday. I'm going away with Lauren
for a trip," stated Tiffany.

"Thanks for calling," said Janet.

"Bye," said Tiffany, and the connection were severed.

Janet clutched the phone, convinced that finally the fates were on her side.
Her new slave, the market up and now Tiffany absent from the house.

"My luck has to turn sometime," said Janet to herself.

Janet let a full half-hour elapse, sure that this would be enough time to
drive Jessica mad with desire for her Mistress. She loved hearing the sounds
that her heels made as they clicked on the wooden floor as she made her way
to the Dungeon. The sounds echoed through the huge house, like the sounds of
a metronome.

Jessica was kneeling on a piece of carpet, her collar chained to the wall.
She remained bound in the same way as she had been in the library. Janet walked
to a chair that looked like a throne, and sat down. She motioned for Tina to
unlock Jessica and bring her over to Janet.

Tina complied, all without saying a word. Soon, Jessica was naked, bound,
and kneeling before her Mistress. Since she was blindfolded, she didn't know
who was in front of her.

Janet stood up, and placed her thumb and forefinger under Jessica's chin.
She made Jessica gradually raise her head, since it had been downcast towards
the floor. Then Janet began to play with Jessica's erect nipples, sometimes
pinching them between her fingers.

This had the effect of making Jessica moan from behind her gag. Just to make
her slave feel more helpless, Janet continued to pull and fondle her slave's
breasts. In time, Jessica became fully aroused.

Since she had already been a slave for several weeks, she knew to keep her
legs opened and her sex available. Once, she had forgotten, and Janet had quickly
and severely punished her with several stokes of the riding crop on her thighs.
This had left several red welts that had lasted a long time, and proved a good
reminder in her training.

Janet reached between Jessica's legs to her wet pussy, and began to fondle
her sex. Jessica moaned even more, and Janet pinched her clit just once. This
provoked a reaction whereby her entire body shook with desire.

Janet knew that her training of this slave had been entirely successful. Jessica
Danvers may have been a wealthy society woman, but inside she was a slave to
her desires, one of which was to be subject to a Mistress.

Janet removed her blindfold, but not her ballgag. Jessica blinked in the sudden
light, as Janet's Dungeon was kept well lit. Dark Dungeons were for gothic novels
in her opinion.

"Good evening, slave. I take it that you have been eagerly awaiting the pleasure
of your Mistress," said Janet.

Jessica nodded her head yes in reply, the rubber ball silencing her replies.

"Perfect. I can see by your body's reaction that you are ready to serve me."

Jessica nodded again.

"Excellent."

"Thank you, Mistress," gasped Jessica when her ballgag was removed.

"You're welcome, Jessica. Now we can begin. Something with the paddle, first.
Just to soften you up and get you in the proper frame of mind," suggested Janet.

Jessica was then locked over a leather-padded sawhorse. Her ankles were secured
by the D rings on her bracelets and locked to the legs on one side. Then her
torso was bent over the apex of the horse, and her wrist cuffs were similarly
locked on the other side.

The girl was quite vulnerable and exposed to what her Mistress would desire
for her use and discipline. Her hair had been gathered into a ponytail at Janet's
direction so that it would not interfere in any way. Janet did not want Jessica's
view to be blocked, nor did she want Jessica to inhale her loose hair. So she
has told Tina to bind it up before Jessica had been placed on the horse.

"Ready, slave?" asked Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," meekly replied Jessica.

Janet had a leather paddle in her hand, onto which she had sprinkled a few
drops of water. This had softened the leather, and would produce a nice sound
when it impacted on Jessica's bottom.

"Have you forgotten?" angrily demanded Janet.

"Thank you, Mistress, for what I am about to receive," quickly answered Jessica.

Jessica's reward was the first stroke with the paddle. Janet had delivered
a strong stinging blow that landed with a satisfying thwack on Jessica's behind.
Janet noted with approval how her buttocks shook with the impact, making them
bounce up and down.

"One," cried Jessica.

Janet delivered another stroke, this time to another part of Jessica's behind.
It landed with less force than the first, but still reddened the slave's skin.

"Two!"

The third was placed right on the area between her ass cheeks leading up to
her anus. Janet knew that every time that Jessica would be sitting down for
the next few days, she would be forced to think of her Mistress.

"Three!"

"Four."

Janet only wanted to deliver enough strokes to make Jessica's behind red and
sore, so that Jessica would have a reminder of the punishment that she had undergone.
Since this was the first time that Jessica had been bound over the horse, Janet
had finally satisfied Jessica's curiosity about what the horse was used for.

"Ten!" cried Jessica, the beginning of tears in her eyes.

Janet felt Jessica's reddened behind. The skin was warmed to the touch, and
Janet knew that she had accomplished her goal without punishing Jessica too
much. Ten strokes with the paddle and a red behind were enough to introduce
Jessica to the horse for today.

"Thank you, Mistress," sobbed Jessica when no further strokes with the paddle
were forthcoming.

Next time, Janet would use her hand instead of the paddle. This little change,
from using an instrument to her own flesh, would show Jessica a certain intimacy
with her Mistress that the impersonal leather did not possess.

Janet did not have to explore Jessica's sex to know that she was already wet
and excited. She knew that even before they had started for the night. No, Janet
now had to make Jessica become ever more stimulated before she would be allowed
to cum.

"Tina, release her please," ordered Janet.

When Jessica had been released from the horse, she stood in silence directly
in front of Janet. Janet had not ordered her to be placed into another form
of bondage, but merely was waiting to direct her slave with a new and confusing
order.

"Jessica!" said Janet sharply.

"Yes, Mistress," she quickly answered.

"Since you have already been my slave for a fairly long period of time, in
my opinion you are now ready to select your own punishment," said Janet.

"Mistress?" asked a puzzled Jessica.

"You may go to the cabinet and select the instrument that I will use on you
next. Just don't take all evening."

Confused and baffled from Janet's latest order, Jessica walked uncertainly
over to the open cabinet where the instruments of the Dungeon were located.
Inside were all of the things that were meant to be used on a slave girl, at
the choice of her Mistress.

It was therefore quite strange that Janet would give her slave the choice
of what would be used on her next. It was quite a painful decision for a slave
girl to have to make.

Jessica would pick up and handle the whip, riding crop, flogger, and other
instruments. All of which Janet had used on her in the preceding weeks, as Jessica
descended deeper and deeper into slavery.

She finally chose a long sinuous black leather whip, one that had been used
on her many times before. Janet had told Tina earlier to make certain that all
of the instruments were to be cleaned and oiled for tonight, else Tina would
have to endure a special ordeal. Tina had obeyed, and all of the leather things
within had been polished and shined under the lights.

Jessica then removed the whip, walked slowly over to Janet, and knelt before
her, presenting Janet with the thing that she had chosen.

"Thank you, Jessica. I'm that that I can make your choice of the whip worthwhile,"
said Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," answered Jessica as Janet removed the coiled whip from her
hands.

"Tina, chain Jessica up from the ceiling by her wrists and lock her ankles
with a spreader bar," ordered Janet, "I want her completely vulnerable to me."

"Yes, Mistress."

Janet sat down in her chair, and waited for Tina to complete her directed
task. She felt the whips surface on her fingers, enjoying the sensual experience
of the oiled leather. Tina had done an excellent job with the whip, and it was
truly in excellent condition. Perhaps Tina would be its next target soon!

Janet was in no hurry. In comparison to Tiffany, who rushed through her discipline
with her slaves, Janet knew that the longer the expectation, the greater the
climax that the slave would experience upon release. Which would please both
slave and Mistress, and keep the slave coming back for more!

Jessica was restrained from the ceiling with her wrist bracelets locked together,
and her legs kept apart by the spreader bar. She was totally exposed to whatever
cruelties that her Mistress would desire to inflict upon her.

Mistress Janet rose slowly from her chair, her long beautiful legs encased
in black hose. The skin from her waist to her feet was covered by the sheer
weave, and showed every muscle of her lovely legs. Seeing herself in the mirror,
Janet resolved that she wouldn't wear boots again so often. Janet decided that
she would display her legs from now on!

The Mistress coiled the whip with her two hands and presented the handle of
woven leather to Jessica's red lips. Jessica kissed the handle without having
been ordered to, since she already knew what Janet expected of her.

"Thank you, Mistress, for the punishment that I am about to receive," said
Jessica, as she restrained a sob.

"You're welcome, slave."

Janet uncoiled the whip, and delivered a mild stroke that curled around Jessica's
exposed body. The tip landed with a moderate impact, and when it struck Jessica's
breast, she shook her head from side to side, trying to deny the emotions and
feelings that the whip generated within her.

"Thank you, Mistress!" cried Jessica.

When Janet had been whipped for the first time, she had protested that nice
girls didn't get whipped. True, Erica had pointed out. Slave girls got whipped,
and that was what Jessica had become by now. Horrified and attracted by the
discipline that she was now receiving from her Mistress.

The whip struck again, with the tip landing between Jessica's breasts. Jessica's
reaction was to moan and cry.

"Don't you want to count the strokes?" asked Janet.

"No, Mistress," cried Jessica.

"Would you rather be gagged?"

"Yes, Mistress," Jessica begged.

Deciding that it would be more personal if she gagged Jessica herself, Janet
got the gag from Tina. She walked over to Jessica, and presented the object
to her slave.

"Is this what you want?" asked Janet.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Then you shall have it, slave," said Janet.

Jessica opened her mouth, and Janet pushed the red rubber ball inside, drawing
the straps around to the back of the neck. Jessica bowed her head to assist
Janet as the buckle was drawn tight and closed, with her bound hair nicely out
of the way. The rubber ball was deep inside her mouth, and Jessica would never
be able to displace it.

Janet had told Jessica the previous week that the pain and the pleasure of
being whipped would be intensified if she wore the ballgag. Jessica had remembered
what her Mistress had told her, and desired the experience.

Her discipline continued with a slow, steady series of strokes. Janet wanted
to insure that Jessica's entire skin would slowly heat up under the repeated
impacts of the whip. She was striking her charge with impacts barely hard enough
to mark, but she knew that Jessica was experiencing both agony and ecstasy at
the same time.

Janet kept the pace of her strokes, pausing after every series of ten had
been properly delivered. She watched as Jessica's skin was slowly marked with
a thin tracery of fine lines from the whip.

"Enjoying yourself?" asked Janet.

"Mmmmph!" answered Jessica.

Janet decided to stop, and check on what she had accomplished. Jessica's skin
was warm to the touch, with an almost electric excitement pulsating through
her body. Jessica's nipples were fully erect and her sex was completely wet
from her discipline. The gag was having the effect of preventing her from begging
for her punishment to stop.

"Jessica, since you can't plead for mercy with the gag in your mouth, I'm
going to give you a coin. I want you to hold this in your fingers. If the pain
gets too intense, or I hurt you too much, I want you to release the coin. Understand?"

Jessica nodded her understanding, and Janet placed a dollar-sized casino token
between the thumb and fingers of Jessica's left hand. Jessica held the coin
tightly, not wanting to release it by accident.

With the gag still between Jessica's teeth, Janet then proceeded with her
discipline. As before, she began slowly. Jessica's skin had not really cooled
down, and she was charged like an erotic battery that her Mistress was in control
of. Janet would decide when she would discharge this particular battery!

Janet delivered the next series of strokes with a little more force than the
previous ones. The marks on Jessica's body were more pronounced, and would last
longer. Surely Jessica knew that if her body were to be whipped longer, her
marks would remain for quite some time.

"Jessica," said Janet, "look at yourself in the mirror! Are you sure that
you want me to continue marking you with the whip!" demanded Janet.

Jessica nodded her head yes in response to her Mistresses demand.

"I hope that you're not planning on going on a cruise or swimming then, because
your whip marks will be a little hard to explain," stated Janet.

Jessica repeated nodding her head yes.

"Then we shall continue, slave," said Janet coldly.

Janet wondered just how Jessica must have been coping with her tribulation.
Jessica was still fairly new, yet she was now proving to Janet that she was
capable of great endurance in accepting the whip from her Mistress.

'Damn it,' thought Janet, 'drop the coin!'

Janet suddenly placed herself back in Lauren's house, helpless as she was
whipped into unconsciousness. The room swayed and distorted, even though it
was brightly lit. She saw Lauren's leering sadistic face, then Sabrina and Myra.

'Myra,' thought Janet, 'where are you now?'

'Buy me please?' begged Myra, 'please?'

Janet's nightmare was suddenly ended when she heard the sound of the coin
dropping to the floor and giving off a sharp ring when it struck the stone floor.

"Very good," said Janet as she struggled to regain her composure.

Janet stopped her use of the whip, and realized that during the entire flashback
to her ordeal with Lauren she had continued to whip Jessica like a robot. It
had only been the sound of the coin falling that had stopped her from continuing
to whip Jessica past her endurance.

Before the evening had started, Janet had decided that she would torment her
slave three times tonight before letting her finally cum in a rush of orgasms.
But since Jessica had already undergone so much discipline already, and she
was quite clearly ready, now was the time to let her release.

"Tina, take her down and place our guest in the special chair. Don't remove
her gag just yet," Janet ordered.

Jessica was placed on a special wooden chair, with a hole in the center. It
was on a special platform that was elevated over a foot off the floor. Her wrists
were locked behind her back, and her ankles were locked to the chair's legs.
Under the hot lights, Janet saw that her slave had taken a large amount of strokes.
Her skin was covered with the whip marks that she would carry for some time.

It was now time to release the battery that Janet had been charging all night!

Janet walked over to the cabinet and chose a modest sized white vibrator.
While the sex shops were full of monster dildos, they were only for show. Using
this on Jessica would make her slave eager to have one, once she had been wracked
by orgasm after orgasm!

"Ever use one of these?" asked Janet as she displayed the vibrator to her
bound captive.

Jessica shook her head from side to side, saying no.

"Good. Then I'm sure that you'll enjoy it, slave."

Janet flicked the switch on, and felt the gentle buzzing of the vibrator.
She knew that since Jessica was now fully excited by her punishments, Jessica
would experience a massive series of orgasms.

Reaching under the chair, she pushed the white vibrator up through the hole
inside Jessica's sex. Janet had to bend down to get under the seat so that she
would have the leverage to insert the vibrator deeper inside Jessica.

Once Janet had pushed it inside, Jessica instantly began to buck and moan.
Janet did not even have to thrust the shaft in and out, as Jessica would raise
and lower herself onto the vibrator. With Jessica already primed, the slave
was quite ready and eager for release.

Janet had found the chair in a storeroom, and had guessed instantly what it
could be used for. She had been disappointed that Erica had not used it on her!

"Now!" ordered Janet as Jessica impaled herself on the plastic shaft.

Jessica's body was wracked with pleasure as the waves of orgasms flooded over
her, making her moan and cry from behind her gag. She bit onto the rubber, and
it's presence in her mouth helped to make the climaxes even more intense, since
the power of speech had been removed from her!

Janet thrust the vibrator again and again, each time making sure that her
slave experienced one orgasm after another, until they began to come fewer and
fewer. Janet wanted her to be exhausted and to spend herself completely before
she was released from the chair.

Janet and the vibrator were unwinding all of the pent-up energy that Jessica
had been keeping. Finally, Jessica slumped in fatigue after she had climaxed
again and again. It was finally time, since Jessica had experienced the release
that she had come to a Mistress for.

"Tina, release her. Jessica, I want you on the carpet, knees apart," ordered
Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," said Tina.

Still gagged, Jessica kneeled on the carpet in front of the throne like chair.
Not certain about her hands, she placed them on her knees, awaiting further
instructions from Janet.

"Tina, could you leave us, please?" asked Janet.

"Mistress?" asked Tina, surprise on her face.

Every time that Tina had assisted Janet, she had been there the entire time,
from beginning to end. Now she was being asked to leave, and she couldn't understand
why.

"Tina! Don't make me have to repeat an order again!" angrily said Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," answered Tina, who turned on her heels and left the Dungeon.

'Tina I'm sorry I had to do that,' thought Janet, 'but I'll explain after
this is all over.'

Janet stood up from her chair and walked over to Jessica, who knelt awaiting
the next move of her Mistress. Janet unbuckled the ballgag, and held it in her
hands, wrapping the leather strap around her fingers. The ball was wet with
Jessica's drool, and glistened in the Dungeon's bright lights.

"Thank you, Mistress," panted Jessica.

"You're welcome, slave. Did you enjoy your discipline tonight?"

"Yes Mistress."

"You know, you won't be able to go swimming in a public place with your skin
like that," stated Janet.

"I own a small island in the Caribbean where I vacation privately, usually
without clothing anyway. Perhaps you would care to join me?" asked Jessica.

"Thank you. Your offer is most kind," Janet replied.

"I could even have a small Dungeon built to satisfy your needs," offered Jessica.

"I can dominate you without a Dungeon, just as I did with a girl recently
in Manhattan. One doesn't always need a Dungeon in the basement, you know. Just
a skilled Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress Janet," answered Jessica.

"In two of your last responses, you failed to address me with my proper title
of Mistress. Was that a deliberate omission, or just an accident?" asked Janet.

"An accident, Mistress Janet, please! Don't punish me again," plead Jessica.

Janet knew that Jessica's skin and loins were on fire, and she was now ready
for the request that she would make of her.

"Slave Jessica," Janet began, "I know that you are one of the most prominent
people in Greenwich. You are in the society columns, and are from one of the
oldest families in the nation."

"You forgot to say that I am also one of the richest people in the area, Mistress.
Do you want something financial from me?" asked Jessica.

"Beyond the gift that you agreed upon with Mistress Stephanie, no. I have
a quite different problem that I require help with."

"I don't understand, Mistress?" answered Jessica, puzzlement in her voice.

"I posses a certain financial account containing stocks the value of which
must increased by a certain date, otherwise consequences of which would be disastrous
to me personally. Since you are an expert in the field of finance, I require
the assistance of my slave to help me. Will you do so?" asked Janet.

Jessica was silent for a few moments before responding.

"Why can't you merely add money to the account, Mistress?" asked Jessica.

"For reasons that I cannot discuss, I can only withdraw, not add, money. I
have withdrawn nothing so far," said Janet.

Suddenly the photograph of the diamond necklace that Tiffany had purchased
came into her mind. Tiffany must have been quite certain of her victory to cash
in some of her gains to buy something like that. She certainly could not afford
it on the allowance that they were granted each month by Blanca and the will!

"I think I understand, Mistress."

"Will you help me?" asked Janet, who resisted the temptation to get down on
her knees and prostrate herself in front of her slave.

"Yes, Mistress. I will serve as your advisor in whatever capacity you will
need me," Jessica answered.

"Thank you. Can we meet at the Stone Bank in Greenwich at 10 AM Monday to
begin? I have my records stored there," said Janet.

"Not at home, Mistress?" asked Jessica.

"For reasons I cannot discuss, I can't keep my records at home," stated Janet,
"and you must not tell anyone about this! Not your family or friends, or even
Tina. It must be a secret between us," implored Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," answered Jessica, "I shall serve you in any way that I can.
You said that you owned me totally, and you do. Forever."

'I hope so,' thought Janet, 'I hope you're right.'

* * * * *

Janet led Jessica to her bedroom, since it was now time for the slave to satisfy
her Mistress. Since Jessica had been a slave, Janet had edged her ever closer
to the idea that one day she would have to service her Mistress.

Janet angrily remembered that she had served Stephanie and not Erica first,
when she had been loaned to the other Mistress during her training period. She
had longed to satisfy her Mistress, but that had been denied her, perhaps by
design. In her own training of new slaves, Janet had decided that they would
serve her first!

Leading Jessica up from the Dungeon by a leash, with Jessica's hands locked
behind her, Janet was angry to find that Tina was not standing outside the door
waiting for her. Could she have been that mad? Janet resisted the temptation
to go and find her, since Tina was probably in her servant's room. She had to
continue with Jessica, since this would further bond her slave to her.

Next week, when they would be in the house without Jessica present, Janet
would punish Tina for her insolent behavior. Janet would make certain that Tina
would not misbehave again. Even if she was not allowed to know what was really
going on.

"Come along, Jessica," said Janet as she pulled the girl along by her leash.

When they arrived upstairs, Janet immediately unlocked the leash from Jessica's
collar. She then unlocked Jessica's wrists from behind her back, freeing her
hands.

"Use the bathroom and clean yourself," directed Janet to an empty bedroom,
"make yourself ready for your Mistress."

While Jessica cleaned herself in the bedroom next to Janet's, Janet entered
her own. She had expected that Tina would have cleaned Jessica up and prepared
her. Instead, Jessica had to do so herself. This was no way for a slave to see
another behave!

After Jessica had indicated that she was ready, Janet led her into her bedroom
and indicated that she should kneel on the floor. Janet then locked her collar
to a chain connected to the ringbolt set in the wall.

Janet then placed her foot on a chair and first removed one of her high-heeled
shoes, then the other. The she unzipped the leather bodysuit, and gently pulled
the leather off, since it had conformed to the contours of her body. Now standing
only in her sheer pantyhose, she stripped them off slowly.

Janet went into the bathroom, and freshened herself. She still had a faint
aroma of the leather that she had worn for so long, and it clung to her like
a perfume.

Emerging naked, she removed a riding crop from the dresser drawer, and sat
down on the side where she had chained Jessica. Janet opened her legs, and held
the crop in her two hands.

"Service me, Jessica," ordered Janet, "or the crop awaits."

Jessica promptly buried her face between Janet's legs, and Janet responded
by opening her legs even more to accommodate the slave's ministrations. Janet
was surprised how eagerly Jessica meant to please her, as her labia and clit
were sucked and tongued by Jessica.

Janet tried to contain herself, but she was happy about everything, except
for Tina's sulk, that had happened tonight. She had enlisted her slave as an
ally, and had whipped her into a sexual frenzy. Now she was enjoying the fruits
of her labors as her devoted slave was satisfying her in return!

Janet moaned with pleasure as she first orgasm hit her, wondering just how
Jessica had learned to satisfy another woman like that. She had not asked her
about her sexual experiences, which was something that she was supposed to do
before it got this far with a slave.

It was evident that Jessica was already experienced in this matter, and needed
no additional training in how to satisfy her Mistress! Janet cried with pleasure
as she dragged her slave into her bed, and attacked her all night. The next
day, the sheets were a mess!

* * * *

The weather was warm outside the Stone Bank as Janet drove up in her Toyota.
She had worn a blouse with long sleeves and a denim skirt, plus a pair of normal
high heels. She looked at her watch and fretted. Would Jessica really show up?
Janet wished she had a cigarette, but she had quit years ago.

Jessica Danvers shortly drove up in a new blue Lincoln. She was dressed in
a smart business suit, and carried a purse and a briefcase.

"Good morning," greeted Janet.

"Good morning, Mistress," greeted Jessica.

"Thank you for coming," said Janet.

"I'm your devoted slave," said Jessica, "now can we begin?"

"Yes, of course."

They entered the bank and the safe deposit area. Janet withdrew her box, and
they repaired to the little locked alcove to examine its contents.

"Here's the current holdings," said Janet as she passed the list to Jessica.

"Thank you, Mistress," said Jessica softly.

Jessica looked at the list, reading over the individual stocks and the amounts
that Janet possessed and their monetary value at the date of the latest statement.

"This must be increased by a certain date. Is that correct?" asked Jessica,
"Mistress?"

"Yes. But I can't tell you why."

"How long do you have left, Mistress?"

"Less than three months," said Janet.

"Then we'll just have to find better stocks for you to buy, that's all, Mistress,"
said Jessica, "I noticed an investment counter outside. Mind if I get us some
help?"

"Go ahead," ordered Janet.

Jessica opened the folding door, and motioned for the clerk. She asked for
the person at the counter to join them immediately. The clerk made a call, and
the person from the investment counter virtually ran to see them.

"I need a complete price history on this portfolio of every stock for the
last ten years, plus P/E ratios and any corporate news, good or bad, in the
last year," ordered Jessica.

"When would you like this?" asked the woman.

"Yesterday," stated Jessica.

The woman almost ran away from them to get back to her counter, the list firmly
clutched in her hand.

"You didn't tell her your name," said Janet.

"I don't have to. In Greenwich, everyone already knows me, Mistress."

Janet realized that she may have held the power of the whip in her House,
but here Jessica held the power of the purse.

In minutes, the woman returned with a stack of laser printouts that were still
warm to the touch. Jessica grabbed them, and opened a cellular phone from her
purse.

"Time to get to work, Mistress," said Jessica as she punched in some numbers.

In all, they spent almost an hour in the bank together. Nobody bothered them
in the cubicle, and twice Jessica asked to use the bank's phone. Janet was amazed
that they let her make two long distance calls without protest.

When they finally left, Janet had a list of stocks to buy and sell, and a
great feeling of confidence for the first time since this nightmare had begun.

"I'm impressed at the way they treated you there. Nobody asked your name,
and you had the run of the bank's services. Your name must really carry a lot
of weight in Greenwich," said Janet.

"More than that, Mistress," began Jessica, "did I mention that I was the largest
stockholder in Stone bank?"

Janet had to calm herself down before she drove to her broker with the new
list. Jessica was a type A driven personality, a ruthless businesswoman who
controlled vast wealth. Yet she found sexual fulfillment by submitting herself
to a Mistress that kept her naked and in chains, doing the work of a domestic!

* * * *

Tiffany and Janet sat together in the library, with Tiffany poring over Erica's
book of slaves. She leafed through the pages, seeing each girl's file and other
information.

"It's just a pity that we didn't find it sooner," said Tiffany.

"Erica was rather clever about the way she hid it. You would think that she
deliberately wanted us to wait nearly a year before we discovered it," ventured
Janet.

"There you go again. Anyway, now that we've finally got the book, I'm going
to see if I can find if any of these will serve me," said Tiffany.

"You mean us, don't you," added Janet.

"Not for long."

"Whatever happened to that girl you were using, Denise?" asked Janet.

"She couldn't stand up the rigors of being a slave," answered Tiffany.

"Perhaps you were treating her too harshly at first," criticized Janet.

"Bitch."

"Thanks, Tiffany. That's the nicest thing that anyone's said to me lately.
I'm going for a walk outside. Please tell me if Lauren is coming over so I can
hide the silverware. Bye."

Janet walked outside the library, closing the outside door before Tiffany,
already angry, could throw something. There was something different about her
now, and the earlier confidence and arrogance had vanished. Instead, she acted
impatiently and often impulsively. Just to annoy her, Janet had taken to watching
the nightly financial news after the market closed.

The garden was about the only restful place on the estate. With an angry Tiffany
and a jealous Tina, Janet felt pressured from all sides. At least there was
no pressure from Jessica and Stephanie. Jessica had proven to be both a joy
as a slave and an efficient financial advisor. Her portfolio had grown, and
everything was doing well.

But at the same time, Tina had steadily grown jealous of the attention that
Janet had been showing towards Jessica. From that day when she had been asked
to leave the Dungeon so that Janet could discuss her needs in private with Jessica,
Tina had become progressively harder to handle.

Walking in the garden made her realize that she had been neglecting Tina,
when the girl actually wanted was both the attention and the lash of her Mistress.
She had seen the look of envy on Tina's face towards Jessica when they were
forced to work together in the house.

Janet did not have anything planned for tonight. An earlier engagement had
collapsed, leaving her with an opening for this evening.

"Well, Tina, you wanted the attention of your Mistress," she said aloud to
herself, "you've got it."

Janet remembered an old saying that her parents had taught her: be careful
what you wish for, you might get it!

Dinner that night was a cold affair, at least in the beginning. Tiffany and
Janet had dined together, and much to Janet's surprise, suddenly took an active
interest in the running of the House. It was actually nice to talk to Tiffany,
just like old times before Erica's legacy had actually divided them.

Janet wondered what reason if any to use when she would drag Tina down to
the Dungeon. What Tina required was something more that just a few strokes with
the riding crop. No, this demanded something a little more intense that would
serve to remind Tina that she belonged to Janet and would have to obey her orders.

When Tina rolled in a trolley containing coffee and cake into the library
Janet knew that it was now time to start the action with her maid.

Tiffany was seated in a chair, idly using the remote control to flip through
the channels on the television.

"Come here, Tina," ordered Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," replied Tina.

Tina stood in silence in front of Janet, awaiting her next command.

"Raise your uniform," coldly ordered Janet.

Tina pulled the hem of her uniform upwards, to expose her bare behind. Janet
noticed that she did not have any recent marks on her. Had she really been neglecting
Tina that much? No wonder Tina was feeling jealous!

"Over my knee," ordered Janet.

Tiffany had lost interest in the television, preferring to watch as Janet
prepared to discipline Tina. She clicked the remote off, and decided to stay.
Since Tina was off limits to her, that was all she could do.

Tina lay on Janet's knees, her upraised naked pink bottom ready for punishment.
Janet loved the feeling of power and control that she had over Tina, and she
was sorry that she had been neglecting her. Janet resolved that once this was
all over, she would devote more time to Tina. Providing that she was the victor,
of course.

"Would you like a paddle or crop?" asked Tiffany.

"No thank you, Tiffany. The flat of my hand will be quite sufficient," answered
Janet.

Janet began to spank Tina with a steady series of blows that made her bottom
bounce with every impact. She wanted this spanking to merely be a prelude for
later events in the evening.

Tina's behind soon became red, and this immensely aroused Janet. Janet felt
the heat of Tina's punished skin as she continued the spanking. Janet knew that
the spanking had immensely aroused Tina, but she only wanted to take it so far.

"Thank you, Mistress," cried Tina when Janet ceased suddenly.

"You may get up now, and serve us coffee," ordered Janet.

Tina stood up from Janet's knees, and pulled down the hem of her rubber outfit.
The she proceeded to serve both Janet and Tiffany as if nothing had happened.

Janet noted that Tina seemed a little more attentive, a little more eager
to please than she had been in several weeks. She resolved to keep a crop nearby
to give Tina the occasional stroke to remind her of her place in the House.

"Had some fun?" asked Tiffany.

"I believe that I've been neglecting her lately. That will change," said Janet.

"Good," agreed Tiffany.

When Tina had finished doing the dishes, she was startled to find Janet waiting
silently behind her.

"Mistress!" cried Tina, "I didn't know you were there."

"Perhaps you should be more attentive next time," answered Janet.

"Yes, Mistress."

"I want to see you downstairs in the Dungeon tonight at 9 PM, naked and waiting
for me on the carpet. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," replied Tina.

"You've been a bad girl lately, and don't think I haven't noticed. It's time
that I started to correct your behavior," stated Janet.

"Thank you, Mistress," Tina answered.

"Good," said Janet as she departed.

Janet decided to wear the rubber dress that she had bought on her city trip,
months ago. Janet pulled it on, and zipped herself up in the mirror. True, it
would be hot and sweaty inside. But that would only make her more driven to
put Tina in her place.

"You look very nice," offered Tiffany.

"Thank you," replied Janet, "are you going out tonight?"

"No, I was planning on staying in. I see that you're already dressed for the
evening."

"Yes."

"I won't join you in the Dungeon. After all, two's company, and three's a
crowd," said Tiffany.

"Thank you," answered Janet.

"Have a nice time," said Tiffany, "I'm going to have a bath."

"Enjoy yourself," replied Tiffany as she walked towards her own bedroom.

Janet could not contain her desire by the time that she entered the Dungeon.
On the small circular carpet was Tina, naked and kneeling. Her hands rested
on her opened knees, and Janet could see that Tina had been expecting her.

"Good evening, Tina," greeted Janet.

"Good evening, Mistress," said Tina in return.

"I've been very disappointed in you lately, Tina. Ever since Jessica has come
into this house, you've been jealous of her. Though to your credit, you haven't
abused your privilege with her by unnecessarily using the crop. That has to
stop, and stop now!"

"Yes, Mistress Janet."

Because of that, I'm going to have to give you a little punishment that you'll
never forget, so that you'll remember that you are one of my slaves also."

"Yes, Mistress, please?"

"Please what?" asked Janet.

"Punish me, Mistress."

"I want you to collar and bracelet yourself, since by the time we leave here,
your skin is going to be covered in stripes."

Tina rose and opened the cabinet where she had stored the things that Janet
had mentioned. In a few moments, she had locked then upon herself, as Janet
had ordered, and was again kneeling on the carpet.

"Hold out your hands," Janet ordered.

Tina did so, and Janet locked the wrist cuffs together. Then she pulled Tina
to her feet, over to the waiting horse. This was a different one than the padded
one that she usually used. This one was quite sturdy, made of solid wood in
the shape of an A. In the center, sticking up from the polished dark wood, was
a rubber dildo.

"I want you to climb up onto the horse, and you know where to place the dildo,"
ordered Janet.

Tina did as she was instructed, throwing her leg over the wooden surface while
she climbed up onto the horse. Her entire weight would be resting on her sex,
which would be impaled by the dildo. Tina raised herself up, then slowly lowered
herself upon the erect shaft. She moaned when it entered her sex, while she
seated herself on the horse.

"That's good, Tina," said Janet.

Janet locked Tina's wrists together behind her back, then locked her ankles
to chains on either side of the horse. Then she unlocked Tina's wrists in front,
then locked them again behind her back to a ceiling chain that hung nearby.
The chain was connected to a motor in the ceiling, so that when Janet activated
it, Tina was slowly pitched forward. This increased the weight on her sex, pushing
the dildo deeper within her.

"Ooooh!" Tina cried.

Janet then removed a crop from the cabinet, flexing it with her two hands.

"Thank you, Mistress," said Tina

"Thank me afterwards, when your skin is red and pained," cautioned Janet.

Janet began to strike Tina with the crop, the small tip at its end leaving
a small red mark wherever it landed. Tina, held fast on the horse, could only
moan whenever the crop struck her.

She next struck at the outside of Tina's legs at first. Then she gradually
moved upwards, striking Tina's breasts. Each stoke left a red mark, and made
her breasts bounce a little, and Janet found that very attractive.

Bound as she was, Janet did not want to strike Tina so hard that she might
lose her balance. Rather Janet wanted Tina to remain on the horse, with her
sex invaded by the dildo.

Janet did not have to check if Tina was wet. That was obvious by the way she
moaned when the crop struck her flesh. Tina was now being properly punished
for the first time in months, and Janet realized the mistakes that she had made!

"Enough," stated Janet, once she was satisfied that Tina was now ready for
her next ordeal.

Janet placed the crop under her arm as she unlocked Tina from the horse. Perhaps
she should have used the horse last, rather than as the first item of punishment.
Regardless, when Tina dismounted the horse, her flesh was already marked nicely.

The dildo was wet, and reflected the Dungeon lights. Janet had prepared for
this, and had brought a small basin of water and a wash cloth with her.

"Tina, clean yourself, but you are not allowed to cum!" ordered Janet.

"Yes, Mistress, ohhhh!" cried Tina when she placed her hand into the water.

As a further vexation, Janet had filled the basin with ice cubes and water,
so that it was quite cold. Janet knew that this would put out the fires in Tina's
loins quite fast!

Tina cleaned herself without protest, and Janet roughly inspected her to make
certain that she had done a good job. Her cunt was clean of her juices, and
the skin was cold to the touch. Tina moaned when the warm fingers of her Mistress
probed her sex.

"Very good, slave," said Janet approvingly.

"Thank you, Mistress."

"And now the whip," stated Janet.

Tina stood unemotionally as Janet secured her wrists and ankles to spreader
bars that would make her vulnerable to discipline. Her bare feet were standing
on the stone floor, as Janet had not ordered her to wear shoes this evening.

"I do love you," said Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," answered Tina.

Then Janet struck with the whip, stroke after stroke landing on Tina's already
punished skin. Janet did not even try to direct the whip, letting it fall wherever
it would. Instead, she wanted it to leave stripe after stripe on Tina's figure.

The whip wrapped itself around Tina's curves, and Janet remembered that she
had not whipped Tina so hard for quite some time. Just for effect, she cracked
the whip against empty air, like some western movie. But she would always return
to using the whip on Tina, making her moan and cry within her bonds.

"Thank you, Mistress," cried Tina when Janet temporarily stopped.

"You're welcome," said Janet.

Janet removed a small metal box from the cabinet. She walked over to Tina,
and opened the box for her slave to see inside. Tina moaned when she saw the
contents.

"Clamps," said Janet.

Janet first applied one to Tina's right nipple, making her moan. When the
other was fixed onto her, Tina moaned again. Janet then applied two more, onto
the outer lips of her sex. Tina reacted violently, shaking her chains in protest.

To further test her, Janet then inserted two of her fingers inside Tina's
slit. The girl was wet again, just like she had been on the horse!

"You're a real bondage slut," said Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," agreed Tina, "I'm a bondage slut."

"What do sluts like you deserve?" asked Janet.

"To be whipped, Mistress," cried Tina in response.

"Very well," said Janet as she again picked up the whip.

The experience of being whipped while the clips upon her breasts and sex drove
Tina to even greater heights of agony. Every time that the whip struck her flesh,
Tina moaned with both agony and ecstasy at the same time.

Janet continued, carefully counting the strokes, never hitting hard enough
to break the skin. Pausing to touch Tina's skin, she found that the whip warmed
her slave's skin. Janet carefully counted each series of strokes, wondering
when Tina would use up her capacity to absorb discipline.

Tina would long carry reminders of this night on her skin and hopefully in
her soul, thought Janet.

Just before Janet was going to stop anyway, Tina suddenly cried out.

"Mercy, Mistress, please, mercy!" sobbed Tina.

Tears ran down Tina's cheeks, streaking her makeup. Her body was thoroughly
covered by a fine tracery of welts that the whip had left behind.

"Very good, Tina. Now you may kiss the whip," ordered Janet.

"Thank you, Mistress," said Tina as she carried out Janet's orders. Her lips
embraced the whip handle as even as tears continued to flow from the corners
of her eyes.

"I don't want to have any further trouble with you, nor do I want you to be
jealous of Jessica. Do you understand? Or I shall be forced to use more extreme
measures," threatened Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," cried Tina.

Janet then took Tina upstairs, and let her clean herself properly. Then she
took her into her bedroom, and used her violently for the rest of the night.
There was a riding crop on the night table, and Janet did not hesitate to use
it whenever she felt that Tina was not being wholly attentive to her.

Finally, she fell into a satisfied sleep, with her slave girl on the bed next
to her, her collar chained to the wall as usual.

* * * *

"The most recent choices have done well, Mistress," said Jessica.

From the small safe deposit cubicle, Janet and Jessica had moved to the banks
meeting room. On the table was a pot of hot coffee and croissants, and the papers
were organized into neat rows.

Janet rubbed her eyes, hoping that she was ahead of Tiffany. There wasn't
much time left, just two weeks till the anniversary of Erica's death.

"Thank you, Jessica. This just has to run its course," said Janet.

"Yes, Mistress," answered Jessica.

"Could I be left alone here for a while before we, before I," Janet corrected
herself, "deliver the final orders to the broker."

"Yes, Mistress," answered Jessica as she left her seat and closed the door
behind her.

Janet fled into the bathroom, and closed the door behind her, just in time
for a torrent of tears.

"Why, Erica, why?" cried Janet to herself.

The End of Chapter Eleven