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Part One: Friday The following weekend, Janet had her usual date with Mistress Erica. After her time with Stephanie, she wondered how she would feel about seeing her original Mistress again.

There was no doubt that she had an exciting time with Stephanie. What could she say about a three-week period in which she had been treated as a slave girl, then given the opportunity to dominate another slave girl? In all of her time so far, she had never had such an interesting and painful time. She rubbed her new marks for days afterwards, amazed that the angry red welts could fade.

She remembered the pain that she had undergone when they were inflicted. Even though Stephanie had made no secret of the fact that she was a harsh Mistress, Janet had enjoyed her stay with her. Stephanie had taken Janet even further into the concept of slavery. Janet had to admit to herself that she found the idea exciting. Janet wondered to herself just what further torments that Stephanie would be inflicting on Camille in the days to come.

Stephanie had said that Camille was to be punished for something, and that her discipline was not yet complete. It had been part of Stephanie's design to shame Jessica by having Janet discipline her.

She had arrived at the house at the usual time, being driven up by limo. Even before she could ring the bell, the front door opened to admit her. "Janet, how nice to see you again," welcomed Erica. Janet entered the house, and handed her coat to Andrea, who was standing in the foyer.

She looked at the Mistress and her Maid, and suddenly realized that nothing had changed between herself and Erica. It was a sharp observation when she thought that even though she had been with another Mistress, it was still Erica that she belonged to. "Mistress, I." "I know just how you feel, Janet.

Come and sit down in the library, I know that you probably have a lot to tell me." The two sat down in the library, with Janet looking for a leather covered footstool. Andrea had wheeled in a tray with tea, and stood waiting. Erica motioned for her to serve, and she poured two cups, one for Erica and then one for Janet.

Then she stood again, silent. Janet thought that Andrea would be standing in attendance as she discussed her time with Stephanie. "Andrea, please leave us. You may prepare for the evening, and attend to our guest downstairs," ordered Erica. "Yes, Mistress," answered Andrea, who bowed and left. They were alone. Janet had thought carefully all week just what she would say to Erica. Now that they were together again, all that she wanted to say had been quickly forgotten. "Mistress, I.want to talk to you," began Janet.

"Yes, Janet," answered Erica. "Mistress, when I was with Mistress Stephanie, I was unfaithful to you. I said that I loved her and her whip, and I liked the way that she was tormenting me," Janet replied, her words broken by sobs. "Janet, it is not uncommon for a new slave girl to be quickly attached to a new and different kind of Mistress. What you have to realize is that what you love are the chains that you wear.

And you will like being punished, no matter how harsh." "Mistress, I was given the opportunity to discipline another slave girl," offered Janet.

"Camille?" Janet was not surprised by Erica's answer. Since the two dominants were friends, there were probably no secrets between them. Janet merely nodded her head in assent. "I know about Camille.

I have even dominated her myself when Stephanie was out of town. You should feel honored. Few slave girls get the chance so early to punish another slave. Now you know how it feels to dominate another. Since you are still a new slave, I shall have to punish you harshly to beat out any ideas you may have that you are now different or special." "Yes, Mistress," answered Janet. "However, I am far more concerned about what Stephanie told me about your little confession.

I want to hear everything that you are doing at home. Now!" "Mistress, after becoming your slave girl, I found that just being here on the weekends wasn't enough. I work in New York City, so I began to explore. I found a shop that sold high heels like those you lock upon me, along with collar and bracelets.

So I bought them, and wear them naked around the apartment," Janet confessed. "Is there anything else you've bought?" Erica demanded. "No, Mistress," Janet answered. "You did this without my orders. For that, you will be severely punished," admonished Erica. "Yes, Mistress." "And was there anything else you were planning on buying?" "Yes, Mistress. I wanted a dildo harness for myself, and a latex Maid's uniform," Janet admitted. "You haven't earned the privilege of wearing clothes yet.

Nor do I want you stimulated except when you are here with me. Do you understand?" Erica's voice had suddenly turned cold and menacing. Janet feared that she had angered her Mistress, and she knew that she was going to pay a terrible price for it! "Yes, Mistress. I will follow all your commands." "Though I suppose some of this is my fault, since I haven't given you a set of instructions to follow at home. I never thought that you would be such a little slut to begin playing at slavery at home," said Erica.

"Yes, Mistress." "That will be remedied later. For now, strip!" commanded Erica. Janet had been listening carefully to Erica's lecture, and she was totally unprepared for the command at the very end. Suddenly they were no longer sinner and confidant, but Mistress and Slave. "Strip!" ordered Erica again, displeasure clearly evident in her voice. Janet quickly got to her feet. She knew that this would occur, and she had planned for it carefully.

She had worn a blouse, skirt, stockings, and sensible heels. She unbuttoned her skirt, folding it carefully on the chair. Next came her blouse. She removed her shoes, and the garter belt and stockings came next. Finally, she removed her bra and panties, and stood silent and naked in front of her Mistress. Erica rose slowly, and paced around Janet. She noted that Stephanie had indeed placed new and deeper marks on her slave's body.

Placing a finger on one, she traced one mark how it followed Janet's curves. The only reaction that Janet gave to her inspection was to stand stiffly.

Even though her marks were still fresh, she did not flinch when Erica felt them. Erica did not have to be told what her friend had used on Janet. She knew that Stephanie had obeyed her instructions, and only the whip and crop had been used. "Did you go on the rack?" asked Erica. "Yes, Mistress." "And how was your time on the rack, dear?" "I found the rack to be very unpleasant, Mistress," answered Janet. "Good. Then perhaps at a future time, I will hand you back to Stephanie so that you may experience the rack again.

Would you like that?" asked Erica. "I'm sure that Stephanie would enjoy having me again, Mistress." Erica looked her slave over. Just a few weeks ago, Janet had been new and unmarked. Now she had already felt what a different Mistress was like. "Janet, on the table over there is a wooden box. I want you to go over there and open, and remove the contents and place them on the table." Janet did as she was ordered.

In the box she found her collar, bracelets, and a ball gag. They were the familiar instruments of her bondage to Erica. "I want to collar and bracelet yourself," ordered Erica. Erica had her measured weeks ago, before she had been lent to Stephanie. Janet picked up the collar, and closed it around her neck.

It locked with a satisfying click. Janet then closed one bracelet first around one wrist, then another. Next, her ankles were adorned also. "There's a pair of shoes under the desk. You know what to do." Janet next locked the shoes on her feet, closing the little padlocks herself with a satisfying click. She stood silent, awaiting further instruction. "Now gag yourself, and then I'll lock your wrists," instructed Erica.

Janet picked up the ball gag, and slowly opened her mouth. She had some trouble forcing it in, finally adopting a seesaw motion before she got in it properly. Drawing the strap through the roller buckle, she was able to close the two pieces of leather together. She was now gagged, and by her own hand! Erica produced a single link from the desk, and a leash.

Janet stood stiffly as her hands were again locked behind her back. For the week, Janet had been free. She had wondered if she would walk back into slavery. However when she had returned to Erica's house she realized just how strongly that she was attached to her Mistress.

The sight of the instruments of her captivity had made her heart beat faster, exciting her as she not been since leaving Mistress Stephanie. "Well, Janet. I see that you have made your decision. I'm sure that you will enjoy your stay here this weekend, no matter how much your flesh may protest." Janet remained silent, her power of speech forbidden by the gag. She had succeeded in forcing the ball in far deeper than she had thought, and now it had silenced any replies that she could make.

In addition, the strap hurt her cheeks and mouth. She could do nothing except stand there and await the next move of her Mistress. Janet did not have to wait long for Erica to lock her hands behind her back, and attach the leash to her collar. "I'm sure that I can give you what you need, Janet. So come along," ordered Erica. Erica led her slave through the house, to a hallway.

Once there, Erica removed a device from her pocket, and pressed a single button. At once a secret door opened, revealing an elevator. Leading her captive inside, Janet could only marvel at the construction involved. "Excited, Janet? Asked Erica. Janet already felt her heart beating faster, and knew that her nipples must be stiff and erect. As for her sex!

Erica was pleased that Janet had returned to her. While she knew that Janet had been attracted to Stephanie, she felt that Janet was not really ready for her. Janet still had a lot of training in front of her before she could become a really good slave girl. Erica led her into one of the Dungeons, which Janet noted was unoccupied. There was no sign of either Andrea, or the "guest" that Erica had mentioned.

There was no doubt in Janet's mind that the unfortunate girl was probably in some sort of uncomfortable position right now. Her collar chain was then attached to a ringbolt set in the wall. Janet tested the link that held her wrists together, and found it unyielding.

"I have to go and change. But I want you to know I do love you, and will be using you shortly. But before I go, I just want to leave you with a reminder of things to come." With that thinly veiled threat, Erica began to fondle Janet's nipples. Being with Erica again already excited Janet. But now that she was naked and chained again, it didn't take much to excite her again. Erica then produced two clamps from her pockets, of the type that Stephanie had introduced her to.

In quick succession both of her erect nipples received the clamp. Janet indicated her distress by shifting her position and moaning from within her gag. "Now don't try and knock them off, Janet. I can guarantee that even worse punishment will be waiting for you. How would you like those clamps on your pussy lips instead?" As she watched her Mistress leave, Janet knew that Erica had not just made an idle threat.

Janet knew that Erica would not hesitate when it came to punishing her. There was little that she could do. She examined the Dungeon for any change since she had last been here, but she could not find any. It was the same things that she had seen before!

Interrupting her reverie was Erica, who now strode confidently into the Dungeon. She was wearing a black latex bodysuit, pantyhose, and a pair of high heels that showed off her long magnificent legs. It all looked like it had been painted on her. "Now then, said Erica, "I think that I'm dressed for the occasion, and so are you. I think that we can begin now." Erica unbuckled Janet's gag.

Janet would much rather have preferred to have the awful nipple clamps removed first, but she knew that there would be a price to pay. "Thank you for removing my gag, Mistress," said Janet, panting. "You're welcome, my dear. Did you miss my whip all that much?" "Yes, Mistress." "Are you ready to feel it again?" "Yes, Mistress. Please punish me harshly." Erica removed a riding crop from the wall.

The crop was long and thin, and from experience Janet knew that it would be very painful on her exposed flesh. Erica toyed with the crop, until Janet saw her swing the crop, landing a blow on her leg. At once, a sharp pain shot through her leg. The stroke had been a mild one, and it had not really marked her. Janet knew that it was a foretaste of things to come. "Janet, the position you're in is so difficult. I think that a change is in order, don't you?" inquired Erica.

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"Yes, Mistress." Unlocking her collar chain, Janet was pulled over to a single chain that was hanging from the ceiling. Her two wrists were unlocked from behind her back, then locked in front to the chain. Erica then went to a switch on the wall, and Janet felt her wrists rising as the chain rose. Janet soon found that her feet were just barely scraping the floor. "Isn't that much better than before? Now I can whip that lovely back and behind of yours," said Erica.

Erica then removed a leather whip from the wall, which was long, black, and sinuous. Janet knew that the whip would hurt her deeply, yet she didn't mind. She had come here to be disciplined by her Mistress. Now that she had gotten her wish, she knew there was no turning back!

"I think that you could use a few strokes with this. I just know that this will soften you up for the evening." With that last statement, Erica began to whip Janet.

The whip would strike the bound girl, and wind its way around her naked body. Mistress Erica would determine just where the tip would land on Janet's exposed figure.

"Thank you, Mistress," cried Janet. "Really, and I haven't even started yet. I can just imagine how you'll feel after when I get finished!" Erica had not removed her nipple clamps, and she began to tug at them. Each time she did, Janet flinched. "Mistress, please!

Not my nipples! They hurt, please take the clamps off?" "Are you telling me what to do?" demanded Erica. "No, Mistress," Janet answered contritely. Just to be cruel, Erica first removed both clamps from Janet's nipples. The clamps had made them red and sore. Erica sucked at them, continuing to pinch them and keep them erect. "Just to teach you a lesson, Janet." Erica then replaced them when Janet's attention was elsewhere.

When she felt the bite of the first one, she kicked in reflex. For the first time since she had been a slave girl, her shod foot hit something. Her foot had glanced off Erica's leg!

Acting as if nothing had happened, Erica proceeded to place the other clamp on Janet's other nipple as if nothing had happened. "There will be a severe punishment for that, Janet," said Erica sternly.

"Mistress, please! I'm sorry. I really am, I'll do just anything to make up for that. Please, please, I'm so sorry!" Holding Janet's breast in her right hand, she began to pull on it and the nipple clamp again. Janet did not protest or complain, as she realized that she was in enough trouble already. She wished that Erica had locked her ankles to a spreader bar attached to the floor, as this would have prevented her from striking Erica.

Erica bent down, and produced a key to the padlocks that imprisoned Janet's feet. She unlocked the small padlocks, and removed Janet's shoes. Each foot made an audible pop when it was removed from it's leather covering. Erica's hand explored Janet's feet, spreading apart her toes and feeling the bones and muscles. Janet wondered what the purpose of the examination was.

"Since it was your foot that struck me, I think that is what deserves to be punished. Before I move on to punish the other parts, of course." Erica began to toy with Janet's feet. Her strong hands pulled at her toes, separating them.

Janet felt that the attention given them was an omen indicating that something truly bad was coming. "You know, Janet. Hanging around like that really isn't the best way to punish feet. I have something much better in mind." Janet was glad when she was let down, but her concern for her flesh grew when she saw what was awaiting her. Janet was released from the ceiling chain, only to be led over to a bench where a set of stocks awaited.

Her ankles were soon imprisoned between bars of think polished wood, and Janet's wrists were locked behind her back. Aware that the stocks had made her feet very easy to punish, she knew that the moment of truth would soon arrive.

Erica took several seconds to select the instrument of Janet's torment. Much to Janet's relief, it was a riding crop with a broad piece of leather at it's tip. Janet knew that the larger piece of leather would serve to blunt the impact of the crop. She had feared that Erica would select a long thin crop that would slice apart the tender and unpunished soles of her feet.

Erica offered the handle to Janet, who kissed the leather-covered handle. Her bright red lipstick left the imprint of her lips upon the crop. Erica noticed this and smiled. "Do you love me or my crop?" asked Erica. "Both, Mistress," replied Janet.

"I think that you should count the strokes, don't you?" questioned Erica. "Yes, Mistress," answered Janet. When the blow was delivered, Janet had been fearful that it would be a flesh-shattering stroke. Instead, it was a mild slap, with the force evenly distributed by the broad piece of leather. "One." "Two." "Three." Janet remained in her wooden prison as her Mistress gently slapped the soles of Janet's feet with the riding crop.

She squirmed and tried to twist her feet away from the crop, but she was held fast by the stocks. No wonder that they had been used from antiquity to the present day. It was a fearful engine of restraint for a naked slave girl! "Ten," cried Janet. "That's all," said Erica. Erica again offered the crop's handle to Janet, who repeated her earlier act of passion for the crop. With her hands bound behind her back, and her legs restrained in the stocks, she had to bend forward to kiss the crop.

Erica again played with her feet again, and Janet was relieved to find that there was no lasting pain from her discipline. "Thank you, Mistress," said Janet. "I'll have Andrea come along and release you soon. I want you to get some penance in the stocks first before you're released. I have a much better one where you rest upright on your knees while your wrists, head, and ankles are all enclosed in wood. Do you want to try that one?" asked Erica.

"Not just yet, Mistress." "Soon, though," said Erica as she left the Dungeon. Janet was left alone in the Dungeon. She had seen stocks in television and movies, and the only place she had ever seen one in real life had been in a museum in New England. She had never imagined that they were still used for anything, except maybe movies. Janet sat on the hard wood, since the bench wasn't padded, and tried to relieve the pressure on her behind.

She felt like the skin on her bottom was glued to the wood. Any girl restrained like this for a long time would be quite willing to do anything to get out of the stocks, thought Janet.

She hoped that Andrea would be along soon to release her. There wasn't anything for her to do but wait patiently for the arrival of the Maid. Doing penance in the stocks was certainly the correct term for she was held almost motionless by the wooden embrace. Unable to count the passage of time, she sat for what seemed like an eternity before she saw Andrea appear before her.

"Hello there," greeted Andrea. "You'll forgive me if I don't stand up or shake hands," said Janet, "But I'm a little restrained right now." "How very droll," said Andrea. "Thank you." "I'm sure that Mistress Erica would be amused by your comments, but I'm not. Besides, I'm to take you to see someone." "Who?" asked Janet. "That would take the mystery out of life. C'mon now, out of the stocks!" Janet was glad when Andrea opened the lock and pulled the wooden bar upwards.

She swung her legs away from their wooden prison, and onto the Dungeon floor. "Don't stand just yet," cautioned Andrea. Testing her bare feet, Janet was relieved to discover that there wasn't even any pain left from Erica's mild discipline.

"Mistress Erica cares for her slaves," said Janet. "Yes," replied Andrea. "May I stand?" asked Janet. "Carefully," cautioned Andrea. Gingerly Janet applied pressure to her feet, and put her weight upon them. She gradually stood up, and with Andrea at her side, began to walk small steps.

"I'm fine," said Janet. "Just don't go running any marathons," replied Andrea. "I wasn't planning to. Not from the Dungeon, anyway," answered Janet. "Enough small talk," said Andrea, "time to go visit the mystery guest." With her hands already locked behind her back, Andrea attached the leash again to her collar. Janet stood silently as she was again forced to open her mouth for the ball gag, and a blindfold soon followed.

Janet was glad that she was allowed to remain barefoot, and was not forced again to wear her high heels. She felt a gentle pull on her leash, and Janet followed carefully behind. She measured each step as if she was still wearing her high heels. Andrea did not force her to walk faster than Janet wanted to, since Andrea had also experienced the same punishment. Following the gentle pull on her chain, Janet walked behind Andrea.

She had no idea where they were going, but Janet was wondering just who Erica had been talking about. When they entered the other Dungeon, Janet was stripped of her blindfold and ball gag. She saw that she was again in the presence of her Mistress. "Hello, Janet. Feel better?" asked Erica. "Yes, Mistress." "Andrea, please leave us," ordered Erica.

"Yes, Mistress," said Andrea as she departed. Janet saw that they were not alone, as there was a naked girl hanging from a ceiling chain with them. Her arms and legs were kept apart by spreader bars, and her feet were locked into high heels. Janet did not know her identity, as the girl's head was encased in a red leather helmet that was laced up in the back.

Janet was sure that she was a natural blonde by seeing her pussy hair. "Do you know who she is?" asked Erica. "No, Mistress," replied Janet. "Look her over, I'm sure that you'll find a way to identify her," instructed Erica as she unlocked Janet's wrists. Doing as she was told, Janet walked over to the bound girl. She had already been whipped tonight, and her skin bore many whip marks. Janet heard nothing from the girl, and knew that she was gagged.

It was then that she noticed something shiny hanging from one of the girl's pussy lips. Bending down, Janet discovered a small token that was suspended from a small chain that was embedded in on of the outer lips. Taking the token in her hands, Janet saw on one side the engraving of a coiled whip and two crossed riding crops.

On the other were the words, "Tiffany, property of Erica." Janet gasped. It was Tiffany, her best friend in chains that Erica had been "entertaining." From the many whip marks, Janet knew that she had been intensely punished this evening. Janet also knew that she was very jealous of her friend, because Tiffany had the token and she did not. "You may take her helmet and gag off, Janet. I wanted to see Tiffany, since she has been so submissive since she returned with that medallion.

Would you like one also, Janet?" "Yes, Mistress," answered Janet. Circling Tiffany, Janet found that laces at the back secured the helmet. Tiffany's blonde hair fell down her back, which had not escaped the marks of the whip.

Janet loosened the laces, and she pulled the helmet off of Tiffany's head. Next she undid the ball gag, and held both in her hands.

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She then walked in front of Tiffany, who was still blinking in the sudden light. "Thank you, Mistress," declared Tiffany when she saw Erica standing in front of her.

When she saw Janet, her eyes widened, but she did not otherwise acknowledge the presence of her friend. "Just thought that you might like some company, Tiffany. Janet is here tonight, and I know that you two are really very friendly towards each other. So friendly that I have a really smashing idea for just the two of you. Janet, I want you to release her. You two are really going to have some fun together." Erica handed her a key that unlocked Tiffany from the bars that held her arms and legs.

Tiffany stood shakily on her high heels, naked in the presence of Erica and Janet. "Now then," began Erica, "What I propose is this. In my hand, I have a deck of cards. You will each draw one card, and the winner that has high card will get to dominate the loser for the evening." "But, Mistress, what if I don't want to dominate Tiffany?" asked Janet.

"What a question to ask. Why I thought that you liked to dominate another slave girl?" "That was different, she was." "A stranger? Someone that you barely knew? Surely by now you have learned that the girl beneath the whip doesn't have a say in who dominates her. Either Tiffany will dominate Janet, or vice versa. Else you can both be sure that you will both be punished in a manner that both of you will never forget." Janet could see that her protest had no effect on Erica.

She realized that nothing that she would say would make any difference. "Each of you, take a card!" ordered Erica. The two naked girls did as they were told. Each walked over to Erica, and removed a card from the deck that was opened before them. There was total silence in the Dungeon, and the only sounds that could be heard was the hushed breathing of the three occupants of the well light chamber. "Turn them over," Erica ordered. When Janet turned hers over, she saw a ten. However, she saw that Tiffany had drawn an ace, which she was now displaying to Erica.

"Well now. I see that we have a winner. Looks like this is your lucky night, Tiffany. Not only are you wearing my medallion, but you also get to chastise Janet also." "Thank you, Mistress." "Tiffany, you have the use of Janet for tonight." "Yes, Mistress," answered Tiffany. Janet stood in the dungeon speechless.

Surely Tiffany would not agree to punish her? They had expressed both friendship and love towards one another. Now she was to be punished by her friend? Tiffany wasted no time in securing Janet's wrists behind her back. Erica had left the link on Janet's cuff, which made it easy to render Janet helpless. She then found a leather strap, which she secured above Janet's elbows, pulling them together.

This had the effect of pushing Janet's breasts outward, leaving the exposed to whatever cruelties might await them. Janet stood in silence as Tiffany confined her arms. She was more surprised when Erica, who then motioned for Janet to open her mouth, handed Tiffany a ball gag.

"Open wide," ordered Tiffany. Janet realized that she had to put up some resistance to Tiffany. Else Erica would say that it was too easy and use it as an excuse to discipline both girls again. So she stood there with her mouth closed, shaking her head from side to side in defiance of Tiffany's attempt to gag her.

Tiffany then surprised her by pinching Janet's right nipple, first gently, then progressively harder. It was a foregone conclusion what when Janet finally cried out, Tiffany forced the rubber ball into her mouth.

The buckle was firmly secured at the back of her neck. "Now hold still," commanded Tiffany. "Mmmmph," cried Janet. Janet's eyes opened in fright as she watched Tiffany open the helmet and began to place it over Janet's head. Janet tried to run, but had only been pulled back into place by Tiffany. Now she waited as the red leather was pulled and laced over her head. There were small breathing holes by her nose, and her hearing and vision were cut off.

She next felt herself pulled along by Tiffany, until she felt herself her collar chain being attached to a chain. Finding herself released from Tiffany's grip, she took a step and bumped into the wall. Through the helmet she could hear steps and the click of heels, but no conversation. She knew that there were others in the room with her, but gave no sign about what would happen to her next.

Finally, she felt herself released from the wall, and she was pulled along. In a short time, her ankles were locked apart to a bar.

Then them felt a woman's hand cup and massage her open sex, making her moan behind her gag. Then her wrists and elbows were freed for a short time, only to be pulled forward and then suspended over her head and locked to a chain. Then she felt the chain tighten, and she was lifted off the floor.

Janet knew that she was about to be punished, and she shuddered when she felt Tiffany run the strands of a coiled whip over her breasts, which were still tender from the clamps that had been used before.

Next, she felt her sex fondled and roughly used. Then the whip struck, making Janet flinch in her chains. Janet bit down hard on the rubber ball, glad that she could not see the face of her tormentor.

The whip struck again and again, wrapping it's coils around Janet's naked figure. For whatever reason, after only ten strokes, the helmet was suddenly removed. Blinking in the light, Janet did not know what to expect.

When her vision cleared, she saw that Tiffany stood in front of her, still holding the whip. Seated nearby in a large white wicker chair was Erica. Janet knew that her punishment had not ended but merely begun.

Tiffany was no longer naked, but instead was wearing a vinyl outfit bodysuit like Erica's, and thigh high matching boots. A belt around her waist accentuated her figure. In her right hand was the whip, which Janet knew was intended for her. "Well, Janet.

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I guess that you really must love the whip, no matter who is yielding it," said Tiffany. All that Janet could do was to rattle her chains in response. Tiffany took no notice of Janet, and proceeded to strike her with the whip. Each time the whip curled itself around Janet's exposed female shape, it seemed to strike some vital area. All that Janet could do was to turn slightly as she bore the whip again and again.

Finally, the gag was removed after what seemed like a lifetime of the whip. "Thank you, Mistress," cried Janet. For her statement, Janet received another stroke from Tiffany. "Fool," said Tiffany, "Don't thank me so fast for your discipline.

The night is still young, and we have a lot of ground to cover." "Yes, Mistress." "Tell me, which do you desire more, the whip or the crop, Janet?" "I prefer the whip, Mistress," answered Janet. "Good. Then you shall have the crop instead. What did Mistress Erica use on you earlier?" "The crop, Mistress." "Good," said Tiffany as she exchanged one device for another. Tiffany began to deliver a series of strokes that barely marked, but increased slowly in severity.

Janet moaned each time that she was struck, but more out of fear than for actual pain. Tiffany then reached out and inserted her finger into Janet's sex. Janet moaned as the finger probed deep into her wet slit. "Little bondage slut, aren't you," said Tiffany. "Yes, Mistress." Tiffany then proceeded to poke the tip of the rigid crop against Janet's flesh, making it bend. Janet flinched whenever it put pressure on her punished form. "Why Janet, you really have collected a nice series of marks tonight." "Yes, Mistress." "I believe that I can add a few more." Before Janet could respond, she found herself being cropped again.

No amount of preparation or bravery could prepare her for the pain and anguish that the crop produced on her naked body. "Mistress, please," plead Janet tearfully, "Please stop cropping me?" Her pleas and cries produced no effect on Tiffany, who continued her determined chastisement of her captive. The crop continued to fall on Janet's skin, making her fight her chains but to no effect. It all seemed like some horrible dream that she could not escape from.

"Mercy, Mistress," cried Janet. "Mercy," repeated Janet. Her plea for mercy had resulted in a temporary cessation of her cropping. Tiffany continued holding the crop in her hand. Tiffany looked over at Erica, who signaled something that Janet couldn't see in her haze of tears.

"That's enough for now," said Tiffany. Afterwards she had been cleaned up and locked in a bedroom by her collar chain. Tiffany then visited and used her cruelly during the night. When she awakened the next morning, she found that she was alone. Part Two: A Strange Warning "Wake up," said Andrea. Janet stirred uneasily in her bed on Saturday morning.

The sun's rays had not yet reached her bed, and she preferred to stay in bed, dreaming. Andrea's soft voice brought her back to consciousness. "Where am I?" groggily asked Janet.

"Chained in Mistress Erica's house, that's where. Now get up, I have to get you dressed." Janet sat up, and suddenly remembered the events of the previous night. She rubbed the new welts on her body and pulled at the chain that locked her to the wall. "That's better," said Andrea. Andrea had brought up a tray, on which was a cup of juice and coffee.

Janet downed them eagerly, and her stomach growled for something else. "I'm hungry," said Janet. "You'll have to wait. What a mess!" Janet got up from the bed, and realized what a mess she had been sleeping in. The sweaty sheets were a disheveled jumble, and stained with her juices and Tiffany's.

Her own body felt like it had been ripped apart, and she looked at herself in the bedroom mirror. At least she had not been confined in a cell all night, but had instead enjoyed sleeping in a bed.

"C'mon now. I've already drawn a bath," said Andrea. Janet was unlocked, and led to the steamy bathroom. Her collar and bracelets were removed, giving her a brief feeling that she was somehow no longer the property of Mistress Erica. Until the steamy hot water of the tub hit her fresh welts, making her squeal in pain. She remembered how both Erica and Tiffany had imposed their will on her.

"Ouch!" said Janet. "You'll feel a lot better after a soak," said Andrea, "But we can't take too much time." "Thanks." "Don't mention it.

Someday, you may be returning the favor," Andrea answered. Janet luxuriated in the tub, letting the hot water unknot her muscles and dissolve the dried sweat and secretions away. She further enjoyed it when Andrea washed her hair, and helped dry her off. After what seemed like a forbidden period of pampering, she was finally clean and dry. Her hair had been dried, combed, and set. Looking at herself in the mirror, Janet realized that she usually paid someone to make her hair look this good.

Except that she had paid dearly for this, with the stripes on her body. Then she locked the familiar heels on her feet, with Andrea looking on. Next came her bracelets, and finally the collar.

She was Erica's slave again! "Not ready just yet," said Andrea, "Erica has said that a little more preparation is in order." Janet stood still as rouge was applied to her breasts, making them look darker than before. Then she had to open her thighs slightly as Andrea took an atomizer and sprayed a scent that stung as it dried on her skin.

"Ouch!" cried Janet. "You would feel that a lot more if your pussy was shaved," said Andrea. Janet stood impassively as her wrists were locked behind her once again, and a leash was attached to her collar. "Where's Tiffany?" asked Janet. "I'll tell Mistress Erica that you asked about her. That's none of your concern right now. Let's just saw that she's rather occupied right now," said Andrea.

"With Mistress Erica?" Janet asked. "No, and I shouldn't be telling you this, but Erica had her taken to Stephanie's this morning. Seems she needs a little extra discipline, and Erica would much rather play with you," said Andrea, "And if you breath a word I told you, I'll tan your hide at the first chance. After mine gets whipped by Erica, that is." Janet was disappointed to hear that she would be alone. Ever since she had belonged to Erica, Tiffany had always been there to share her pain.

Even had been her bed partner. But now her companion in chains had been shipped off to Mistress Stephanie, and she would be alone with Mistress Stephanie and Andrea. "Time to go," said Andrea. Janet had been left downstairs chained in the kitchen while Andrea had bathed and dressed Erica. When she returned, she noticed that Andrea was wearing a new Maid's uniform.

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Then the two of them served Erica breakfast, with Andrea in her latex uniform and Janet naked. During the meal, Erica would sometimes reach out and fondle Janet's sex, making her shiver with excitement. Janet was not distracted by this, and managed to maintain her composure.

She did not drop or spill anything, and Erica soon took a cup of black coffee to the library. The two girls quickly cleared the day room, and once inside the kitchen they had a quick meal themselves.

Janet looked enviously at Andrea's latex outfit. "What are you looking at?" asked Andrea. "When I was at Stephanie's, I was allowed to do the housework in your uniform," Janet answered. "Until Erica say's you're allowed to, you'll do the housework naked," said Andrea. Once the kitchen was cleaned, both reported to Erica. The Mistress had prepared a list of chores to do, that both attended to quickly. Janet did not want to risk a punishment by slacking off on the housecleaning.

That would be one way that she showed her devotion to her Mistress and owner. At one point, she was on her knees, bent over while trying to clean something that was difficult to reach.

She was totally immersed in what she was doing, and didn't realize that Erica had joined her until she felt her sex fondled. Without stopping, and taking no notice of Erica, she continued to do her work. Erica's fingers were probing and massaging her sex, bringing her almost to orgasm. It took all of her discipline not to finally reach down herself and bring herself to climax. Had she relieved herself that way, she was sure that she would have been in trouble.

"Thank you, Mistress," said Janet. "Continue your work," ordered Erica as she left Janet alone. Janet did the laundry with Andrea, and thought just how strange it was to be washing clothes while she was naked. She looked around the laundry room, and saw that Andrea was drying several items of latex clothing there. Having worn rubber before, she guessed that it was a constant battle to keep it clean!

Both girls served Erica lunch and dinner, with Andrea garbed in rubber and Janet naked. With the sun streaming through the dining room windows, it seemed quite a surrealistic sight with only Erica wearing normal clothes. The two finished their respective chores, and Janet was glad that Erica did not choose to have her wear a dildo harness while she worked. It was erotic enough for her to work naked and in the high heels, without being sexually stimulated with every movement of a phallus inside her.

Finally, dinner was completed and the dishes washed and stored away. Janet knew that her time was coming again in the Dungeon, and she looked forward with both anticipation and fear for what was coming next. After a bath and massage by Andrea, her wrists were locked behind her back once more. Instead of being led to the Dungeon, instead she was led to the library!

Erica sat behind her desk, dressed in some form of latex outfit. The tight black latex clung to her breasts, and she wore gloves that reached to her shoulders. "Thank you, Andrea. That will be all," said Erica. "Yes, Mistress," said Andrea as she left the library.

In front of one of the chairs was a large paper wrapped object. Janet didn't know what was inside, but she guessed that whatever it was, it had some meaning for her. "You've become quite a slave, Janet," observed Erica. "Thank you, Mistress," said Janet.

"It isn't often that I take on a new girl, especially one that has had no experience before. But Sally and I have known one another for quite some time, and I decided to accept her judgement. You have turned out rather nicely." "Thank you, Mistress." "Your capacity to accept some rather harsh discipline is extraordinary.

While I'm really not sure why you're such a good slave, I'm glad to see that you accepted Stephanie's discipline as well. Why are you such a good girl, Janet?" questioned Erica. "I love you, Mistress," Janet answered. "Really. Is it me you love, or just my whip?" demanded Erica. "Both, Mistress." "Good.

Then perhaps you shall have both tonight. Of course that depends on how you prove yourself to me. Now then, shall we begin?" Erica pushed her chair back from the desk where she had been working on some papers. Upon rising, Janet discovered that she had been wearing a black latex sleeveless Catsuit. The latex clung to her every curve, and shined in the bright lights of the library. She was wearing a pair of high heels similar to the ones that Janet had on, except that hers were held on with straps.

Not the heavy straps and padlocks that Janet wore constantly. Erica picked up some kind of large leather object that had been draped over a chair. She approached Janet, who stood perched on her high heels. "Ever see one of these?" asked Erica, "It's called an armbinder." "No, Mistress." "Then you should have done more looking around when you bought your home bondage things.

They're in all the shops. Have you rented any tapes?" "No, Mistress," Janet answered. "Too bad. I'd have thought that you would have been jerking off to at least one tape by now. Still, I'll send you some. Just to keep you busy when you're not here." "Thank you, Mistress." Erica unlocked the straps and opened a zipper.

The thing opened along its entire length, and Janet gasped when she figured out just how the armbinder was supposed to be used!

"Just stand still," directed Erica. Janet stood impassively as Erica made certain that her arms were palm to palm. She slipped the armbinder on, and after making sure that the thing was straight, slowly began to zip it up. Janet felt her arms being drawn together as the leather closed. When the zipper had gone all the way up, Erica then closed a strap with a roller buckle above her elbows. Janet knew that there was no way that a girl could ever escape the grip of the armbinder!

Next, straps that had been unused were drawn on both sides of her neck over her shoulders. Roller buckles on the binder secured them also.

The total effect was to pull her arms together, pitch Janet slightly forward, and make her chest stick out shamefully. "Would you like to see yourself in the mirror?" asked Erica. "Yes, Mistress," choked Janet. Erica led her charge over to a full-length mirror. Janet looked at herself, and saw how the armbinder was constructed. The thing covered her from elbows to hands, and the straps crisscrossed over her shoulders.

It was quite attractive, even sexy. But any girl confined in such a thing was totally helpless and vulnerable! Erica then began to pinch and play with Janet's erect nipples. Janet loved the feel of latex as Erica first pinched, and then pulled at her nipples. Her breath grew short and she knew that she was being quickly aroused and excited! "Don't you dare cum before I say so," said Erica. "Yes, Mistress," Janet answered. Even though she agreed to Erica's demand, Janet knew that she was already wet with excitement.

She loved the touch of Erica, even though the leather prison pained her arms! When Erica had satisfied herself that Janet was ready, she pulled her slave girl over to the desk. There she produced a box, from which she removed two metal clips. These were soon fastened on Janet's nipples! But Erica didn't stop there! She roughly fondled Janet's sex, and found that she was indeed wet.

She then produced two more clips that were attached to Janet's outer lips. Janet moaned as she felt the clips applied, and knew that Stephanie must have told Erica just how she had reacted when they had been used on her before! "Enjoying yourself, Janet?" asked Erica. "Yes, Mistress." "Good. I thought that I should use the library instead of the Dungeon tonight. I think that a little change of scene is called for," said Erica.

"Yes, Mistress." Erica then inserted a rubber-covered finger into Janet's ripe sex. Janet immediately moaned with pleasure, then nearly lost her balance as Erica proceeded to thrust her finger in and out of her sex. "My, we are horny tonight," said Erica, "I guess that Sally unleashed a real minx when she suggested that you try a Mistress." Janet opened her legs wider to accommodate Erica's probing fingers.

Standing helpless with her arms imprisoned by leather and having her Mistress stimulate her was incredible! Just when it seemed that her breaths were short and she was on the verge of an incredible climax, Erica suddenly withdrew and left Janet panting with frustration and desire. "Mistress?" cried Janet. "I told you that you weren't allowed to cum yet," said Erica, "First I have to redden your behind first." Erica then produced a leather paddle that looked dark and menacing.

The thick leather was black, and shined in the light. Erica offered the handle to Janet, who kissed it as she had the riding crop last night.

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With one hand, Erica steadied Janet by holding onto the armbinder. Janet did not need any encouragement to lean forward and pitch her behind up into the air as far as she was able. She knew that her posture was just perfect for the paddle's use on her behind! Thwack! The hard paddle impacted on Janet's behind, and for a moment Janet had to struggle to keep her balance. With Erica's iron grip on her armbinder, Janet remained steady. "Thank you, Mistress," said Janet. The paddle struck again and again, each time impacting upon a different part of her behind.

After a few strokes, Janet began to feel the cheeks of her ass begin to heat up. Once Erica knew that the paddle was having the desired effect, she stopped to massage to hurt areas of Janet's behind.

Having the cool rubber clad fingers of the Mistress only made Janet that much more hotter and excited that she had been before. Her heart thundered in her chest, and she felt as if she would soon pass out! Soon, Erica resumed her discipline, with the only sounds in the library being the thwack of the paddle and Janet's soft moans and breaths.

"You're quite good," said Erica as she landed a vicious blow on Janet's behind. "Thank you, Mistress," cried Janet.

The number of blows was without count, and Janet was sure that her behind was the color of bright red when Erica suddenly stopped. She offered the handle to Janet, who kissed the woven leather.

"Thank you, Mistress," gasped Janet. "Couldn't have you cum just yet, Janet," said Erica, "Besides I'm sure that you'll be thinking of me every time that you sit down for the next week." "Yes, Mistress." Erica had made it quite clear to Janet that whatever she did, she would not hurt Janet enough that she would have to miss work. In addition, she had provided her with the name of nearby doctor that she could use for free and no questions asked.

It would have been quite difficult to explain why she was covered in red welts and her ass red to a doctor at an HMO! In spite of all that she had undergone so far, Erica had not yet let Janet climax. No matter how close she had come to orgasm, the Mistress knew at the exact point of when to stop before Janet would climax with pleasure.

"Would you like to see your behind in the mirror?" asked Erica. "Yes, Mistress." Janet was led over again, and held sideways to the mirror.

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Her body was covered in sweat from the discipline, and she was already getting used to the binder. However, she knew that her arms would hurt terribly when they were released! But it was her behind that was hurting her now! The paddle had done it's work well, leaving her buttocks a bright shade of red! Janet knew that she was going to have a hard time next week doing even the simplest things, and did not relish the thought of sitting down at her desk.

"Thank you, Mistress," said Janet. Janet saw the bright clamp attached to her nipple, and Erica turned her forward so that she could see all the others. This jewelry, Janet thought, was definitely not for sale in the department stores! "Time to unwrap your present," said Erica. Erica then removed her armbinder. First came the shoulder straps, and next the strap above her elbows was loosened. When the leather was unzipped, Janet moaned as her arms were slowly freed of their leather prison.

Erica then unlocked her wrists, and Janet could rub her arms to restore feeling. "Take some time to recover," said Erica, "You have to get used to the armbinder before you can wear it for some time." "Thank you, Mistress," said Janet, thankful for the respite that she was enjoying. Erica did not make any moves to remove her clips, and Janet did not dare make any move to either. They stayed, painfully grasping her flesh on the most private parts of a girl!

"Would you like a glass of water?" asked Erica. "Yes, Mistress. Thank you." Erica indicated a pitcher and glasses on the desk. Unsteadily, Janet walked over to the desk, and licked her lips over taking a drink. "Would you like one also, Mistress?" asked Janet. "Yes, slave," answered Erica. Janet felt happy that she had passed a test. Had she poured herself a drink without asking Erica first, she would have been liable for a punishment.

By asking Erica if she wanted one also, she had placed her Mistress's wants above her own, showing her true place as her slave girl. Janet poured one glass, then walked over to Erica. She placed it on a nearby table and bowed.

She watched as Erica drank her glass and rubbed her lips with her rubber gloves. "Thank you, Janet." Once Janet had returned the glass to the desk was she able to pour a glass for herself.

She drank it slowly, taking small sips. She did not want to down it all at once, or drink too slowly. When she finished, she replaced it on the tray. "Thank you, Mistress," said Janet. Erica walked over to the chair by her computer.

She sat down, and crossed her magnificent latex clad legs. She looked truly stunning in the Catsuit, and Janet could not help but be attracted to her. "Janet, stand in front of me," ordered Erica. Janet did as she was told, quickly. She stood in silence. "Kneel, and lick my shoes," ordered Erica. Someday, Janet knew that this command would come. She knelt before Erica, and proceeded to bend down to the floor. With her hands and knees supporting her, Janet then proceeded to start to lick at Erica's shoes.

Much to her surprise, she found that the surface was coated in matching latex. She licked at the rubber, becoming gradually accustomed to her task. Within a few moments, she was running her tongue over the rubber as if she had been doing this all along. First Erica let Janet do her right shoe, then her left. She sat back and let Janet service her shoes, knowing that this action further increased Janet's desire for her.

"Janet," said Erica softly, "Look at me." "Yes, Mistress." Stopping what she was doing, Janet looked up from her task. She saw her Mistress, clad in black shiny latex. The Catsuit displayed every part of her figure, and clung to her like a second skin.

Which indeed it was. "What do you see, Janet?" asked Erica. "My Mistress Erica," Janet answered. "Thank you. I just want to take this chance to tell you something important. One day, you and Tiffany shall both be tested." "I don't understand Mistress," said Janet. "Do not discuss this with Tiffany, or anyone else. That is all I shall say in this matter." "Yes, Mistress." "Good. Then I want you to stand up, and open the package.

It's a gift to me," said Erica. Doing as she was told, Janet rose and bowed to Erica. "Thank you for letting me clean your shoes," said Janet.

"You're welcome Janet. Now do as I told you." "Yes, Mistress." Janet clicked her heels as she walked over to the package, which had red ribbon and a red bow on top. She undid the ribbon, and tore away at the fancy paper. She gasped at what was inside! Wrapped carefully was an exact duplicate of the large black leather footstool that she had seen both Camille and herself punished on! "It's a gift from Stephanie. She told me how much you like the footstool, she made one a gift to me," said Erica.

Janet was folding the wrapping paper and ribbon. Erica indicated a wastebasket into which Janet should throw the wrappings. "Thank you, Mistress," said Janet. Erica then reached into her desk, and produced four coils of rope, plus a ballgag.

Janet stood still, awaiting Erica's next command. "Janet, come here," directed Erica. Janet walked over to the desk, and stood silently in front of her Mistress.

"I think that you've worn those clips long enough," said Erica. "Yes, Mistress," said Janet. When they were removed one by one, Janet moaned in pain. While they had produced a constant distress all the time that she had worn them, when they were finally removed it hurt even more! "Ooooh" cried Janet. "It's all right, Janet," said Erica, "Take a little time to relax." "May I touch myself, Mistress?" asked Janet.

"Yes, but just a little to sooth yourself. If you climax yourself before I'm ready they'll be something coming that you'll regret." "Yes, Mistress." Janet massaged her hurt sore nipples, which throbbed from the lengthy time that she had worn the clips. But it was her sex that she had to be most careful of. Wearing the armbinder and having her behind paddled still tremendously excited her. Now she felt like she was full of erotic energy, and waiting for some kind of release!

"That's enough," commanded Erica.

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"Thank you, Mistress." Erica indicated the footstool, and Janet promptly lay down on the soft black leather. The stool was padded quite well, and she did not sink into something soft. Instead it was firmly padded, and took her weight quite well. She waited patiently as Erica soon secured her elbows and knees to the footstool's legs, making her prisoner once more.

Then the ballgag was placed at Janet's mouth, and she opened it obediently with having to be directed by Erica. The rubber ball went in, and Janet's teeth grasped onto the round object.

She then felt the roller buckle close at the back of her neck. Erica then stood back and admired her handiwork. Janet proceeded to rub her naked skin against the sensual feel of the leather. She was also aroused by the scent of the new leather, and ground her sex against the sensual surface. "Stop that," ordered Erica, "I don't want you satisfying yourself yet." Janet stopped immediately, but could not reply with the gag in her mouth. Erica began to caress Janet's shoulders, and her back.

Her fingers danced on Janet's back, imparting erotic electricity that Janet had been wishing for all night. Reaching underneath her, Erica then began to pinch her nipples, which had become erect and hard again. "I see that you're quite ready," said Erica.

Without even checking if Janet was wet, Erica then produced a dildo, which she showed to her captive. Then she walked to Janet's rear, and Janet obliged her Mistress by raising her behind. This made her sex easier to access for the phallus. Janet moaned with pleasure when she felt the dildo enter her sex. It was finally a relief to have the thing penetrate and enter her.

Erica pushed the thing in gently at first, gradually thrusting it in and out. With each thrust and withdrawal, it seemed like waves and waves of energy were released in Janet's sex. "Stephanie was right," said Erica, "You do enjoy the footstool. I guess that I'll have to try it on Andrea this week." "Mmmmmph," said Janet.

When the dildo was finally pushed inside her, Janet knew that her real test was just beginning. Just as Stephanie had before, this was going to be a test to see just how long Janet could keep the phallus in her sex.

"There now, why don't I just leave you like that for a minute?" said Erica. Janet placed her entire concentration between her legs. While her muscles were firmly clamped on the dildo now, she feared that if she suddenly lost concentration it would slip out. She guessed that she was very wet, and excited by everything that Erica had done to her tonight. Erica then produced a riding crop, this time with a broad leather tip.

Janet knew the effect that this would have on her. "Since I've punished your behind quite enough all ready, I'll have to do something else to finish the evening," said Erica. Janet looked with fear at the crop. Still, it was when Erica began to fondle her behind did Janet really fear that she would lose the phallus. "Should you lose the dildo, your punishment will be rather severe," said Erica. Erica then began to gently slap her with the crop.

With it's broad tip, the force of the blow was well divided. Still, it stung each time it landed. Erica avoided striking her behind, not to inflict any further damages. Still, the crop landed on her back, shoulders and on the inside of her thighs. Janet squirmed in an attempt to get away from the impacts of the leather.

"Mmmmmph!" cried Janet. After her severe punishment earlier, this was much milder. But having been deeply aroused by her prior discipline, it was hard to keep the concentration on her sex. Suddenly, Janet came again and again. She couldn't control her cunt muscles, which climaxed by themselves.

The sexual tension that had been building all night had released itself in an explosive orgasm. Finally, she felt the dildo slip slowly out of her sex, and she heard it bounce to the ground! Janet felt like crying out loud: No! She had wanted to impress her Mistress with a demonstration of her control. Janet had managed to control herself with Stephanie, and she knew that Stephanie had described her performance to Erica.

In spite of the punishment that her behind had already endured, when the dildo slipped out, Erica began to slash at her bottom. Janet squealed in pain as the crop struck at her behind again and again.

"Bad slave!" cried Erica, "You could control yourself with Stephanie, you little slut, but not with me. Just for that, you're going to be well used tonight!" Erica retrieved the dildo from the floor and placed it on her desk. She pushed a button on a control panel, and sat down in her chair. Janet did not know what would happen next, and feared for the rest of the evening.

"Come in," said Erica when there was a knock at the door. "Yes, Mistress," said Andrea. "I want you to take this worthless slave and chain her at the foot of my bed. I'll be along later," Erica ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," Andrea replied. Erica then quickly rose from her seat, and strode forcefully out of the library. Janet watched her leave, with tears in her eyes.

For she had disappointed Erica, who she had wanted to impress instead. Andrea wasted no time as she undid the coils of rope around her elbows and knees. Janet was then helped to her feet, and stood perched on the high heels.

How she wished that she could rip the gag from her mouth and apologize to Erica. But that would only make it worse, as her body had betrayed her. Janet stood impassively as her wrists were again locked behind her back. Without even the blindfold or the leash, Andrea pushed her along to Erica's bedroom. For a woman of such wealth and power, Erica's bedroom was simple and plain.

There was a four poster bed, bare floors, and some furniture. Janet was pushed down onto the floor and her collar was locked to a ringbolt set in the wall. Andrea then closed the door swiftly behind her. Janet started to cry. She had wanted everything to go perfectly but instead it had all gone so wrong! At least Erica had not ordered her into a cell for the evening or solitary again.

Still, spending the night bound and gagged at the foot of Erica's bed was going to an exercise in frustration. So close, and so far! After what seemed an eternity, the bathroom door opened.

Erica emerged, wearing a terry bathrobe and slippers. "Well now, I see that at least one of my girls can obey instructions," said Erica. Erica then proceeded to comb and dry her hair. Janet would have expected Andrea to come and help her, but instead they were alone. Janet watched as Erica brushed her long black hair, and used a hair dryer.

It all seemed so ordinary, except that Janet was bound on the floor. "After wearing rubber, all I can look forward to is having a hot bath. Perhaps I should lock you in a rubber suit all day, chained, just to make you feel uncomfortable," said Erica. "Mmmmmph," replied Janet. "But that's for the future. For now, I've got something else in mind." Erica then unlocked Janet's collar from the ringbolt and pulled her on top of the bed. Still gagged, Janet grunted as she was laid face down on the bed.

Then her wrists were unlocked briefly, before Erica locked them to chains from the bedposts. Next her legs were opened when her ankles were locked to chains from the foot posts. Janet was naked, gagged, and spread-eagled on her Mistress's bed!

"There now, that's better," said Erica. Erica then stood up and removed her terry robe. For the first time, Janet saw that her Mistress was a beautiful woman. She had fully developed breasts, a flat stomach, firm hips, and a lovely bush between her legs. Had Janet not been gagged, she would have pleaded forgiveness for her earlier transgression. Instead she just had to watch what was going to happen next. Erica then went to her dresser, and removed a broad leather harness similar to the dildo harness that Janet had worn before.

Her Mistress wrapped a broad leather strap around her waist, cinching it tight. Then she drew a strap between her legs, which she buckled in front.

The harness that Erica wore had one main difference from Janet's: a large dildo projected outwards. "Now I'm ready," said Erica. Erica turned the lights down, but not out, before she joined Janet on the bed. Erica proceeded to begin to kiss Janet on her shoulders, then start on her breasts and stomach. Janet longed to reach out and return Erica's affection.

Instead, her chains and gag frustrated her! Finally, Erica buried her head between Janet's legs, and her tongue reached between sex. Janet experienced wave after wave of orgasm as Erica released the sexual tension inside her. She moaned and squealed on the bed, bouncing on the bed against the bonds that held her. "Usually a slave is supposed to serve her Mistress first," said Erica, "But I guess you'll have to serve me later." Erica then mounted Janet, thrusting the shaft that she wore between Janet's legs.

Janet bucked and moaned as she felt the dildo impale her. She loved the clean scent of her Mistress as she ground her hips against Janet's, each time pushing the shaft deeper inside her. Having the gag seemed to make her orgasms even more intense as she came again and again. She felt her sweat mingle with Erica's, as she was pounded into the mattress. After what seemed forever, Erica stood up and removed her harness.

Then she released Janet, only to chain her at the foot of her bed. Finally, she removed Janet's ballgag. "Thank you, Mistress," gasped Janet. "You're welcome, Janet." Erica turned the lights completely off, and got under the covers nude.

In time, Janet heard soft snores from the bed. Soon she dropped off too, while wondering just what her harsh punishment for losing the dildo was going to be? Part Three: Sunday When Sunday began, Erica showered and dressed herself. Janet expected that Andrea would join them, but she was puzzled at her absence. Once Erica had dressed in a top, jeans, and shoes, she unlocked Janet. She pulled Janet to her feet, and marched her down the hall.

"Now you get punished," said Erica. Andrea was waiting in another bathroom. Janet was unlocked, and her collar and bracelets were removed. Then she was bathed, and her hair dried. Finally, she was made to sit on the toilet with some kind of special seat to elevate her slightly higher. Andrea then prepared a cup of shaving cream, and Janet guessed what was going to happen next. The cream was liberally applied to her pubic hair, and Andrea then produced an old fashioned straight razor.

"Don't move," said Andrea. With her legs open wide, Janet sat still while her sex was shaved. Andrea was quite skilled with the razor, and not once were the sensitive tissues of Janet's sex nicked or cut. Finally, when she was finished, Andrea produced a powder puff to sooth the shaved skin. "I feel naked," said Janet. "That's the idea," answered Andrea, "Now I'm supposed to show you to Erica before you get dressed.

Your car is coming soon, because Erica is entertaining some people. So you have to leave early. Understand?" "Yes, Andrea," said Janet.

Janet was then paraded before Erica, who fondled Janet's naked sex. After approving the job that Andrea had done, she was dressed just in time for the car to arrive. Sitting in the back of the limo, she turned around to look at the shrinking mansion in the rear window, tears in her eyes. "Why couldn't I be a better slave?" she asked herself, digging her nails into her palms, tears running down her cheeks.

The End of Chapter Five

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