Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2017 00:32:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: sfmaster <sfmaster@att.net>
Subject: Janet in Training CH11 Part 3

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Janet in Training CH11 PT3: Janet Ascending

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Part Two


	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.

End Of Janet CH11 PT3