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Chapter Eleven: The Test

Friday October 2, 1998

Part One: The Betrayal

	It was good, Janet thought, to get out of the house and her normal
routine.  The pressures of her job, her Domme duties, and now training
Cheryl, all added to up a frustrating combination that threatened to
overwhelm her.  So Janet had asked Tina if she wanted to change and go into
Greenwich for a little shopping as a break.  Tina had declined, so Janet
had gone alone, eventually finding herself at Saks Fifth Avenue.

	Wandering the sales counters, Janet felt like a teenager again,
when she had gotten her first job at Macy's in Queens.  Still in High
School, and before College, she had found a part-time job starting as a
cashier.  Gradually, over the years she had finally worked her way up to
the expensive dress department in Women's wear which was the most glamorous
department in the store.  She had worked there to earn money, and to get
the employee discount for buying clothes.  Janet had worked there all
during College, full time during the summer and Holidays and then on
weekends after she had started working full time.

	It was therefore startling to realize that she now had a wallet
full of charge cards with credit lines more than she had earned during a
whole year as a Secretary.  Now Janet could afford all the jewelry, Hermes
scarves, Gucci dresses, and Louis Vuitton luggage that she might desire.

	Except that Janet didn't need, or want, any of it.  Sure, she would
buy a new dress or gown each season in case she had to go to a charity
event.  But just to buy on impulse was a waste of money, for Janet had
learned to distinguish needs from wants.

	But there were other memories for Janet from those years.  The men
who offered to take her out, who wanted to seduce her.  Both single and
married!  Janet laughed at the time she and a boy had nearly been caught
making out in a stockroom one evening.

	It was the memory of Angela that Janet remembered most.  How the
older woman had maneuvered her into an empty office, had begun to kiss and
arouse her.  Angela had embraced Janet, kissed her, and forced her tongue
into Janet's mouth, scaring her.  Then Angela had inserted her hand into
Janet's blouse, and fondled her breasts.  Janet was sexually aroused, and
hot with desire for the older woman.  Just when Angela was going to
continue, she suddenly ran out of the office, leaving Janet alone and
frustrated.

	Angela had then transferred to the flagship store on 34th street,
never to return.  Janet had always wondered why, if it had been related to
her, or if Angela had committed some other sexual transgression in the
Queens store.

	Janet smiled to herself, standing at the jewelry counter, where
Angela had worked.  She wondered how Angela might gasp if she knew that
Janet had become a Domme and a lover of Women!

	"Janet?"

	The sound of her name brought her back to the present, and Janet
was shocked to see who was addressing her from behind.

	"Tiffany," said Janet, stunned at seeing her former companion.

	"Janet, please," plead Tiffany, "I have to talk to you."

	"No," said Janet, "we have nothing to say.  Bye."

	Janet began to walk, but Tiffany grabbed onto her forearm and held
her tightly.

	"Please, I've waited months for this, hoping I might see you in
town.  Please, just a few minutes?" begged Tiffany.

	"Let me go, you're making a scene," said Janet.

	"Please?" begged Tiffany, "please, Janet?"

	Janet noted that tears had formed at the edges of Tiffany's eyes.

	"Is this person bothering you?" asked a man in a dark suit who had
suddenly appeared, and Janet knew that he was store security.

	"No, it's all right," said Janet, "just an old acquaintance, thank
you."

	"All right," said the man, who walked away, but remained in visual
range.

	"Let's talk," offered Janet, "in the restaurant, someplace
private."

	Inside Saks was a pricey restaurant, with private booths.  Janet
and Tiffany had taken one, and Janet had ordered coffee for two.  It was
only after they had been served and were alone, did Janet properly begin
the conversation.

	"Okay, Tiffany, what do you want to say?" Janet demanded.

	"Buy me from Lauren, please!  She's a cruel, horrible, Mistress,"
stated Tiffany.

	"Why should I do that?" Janet asked.

	"For the love we once shared, for Erica's memory," cried Tiffany.

	"Which you betrayed," accused Janet, "tell me, why did you betray
Erica?"

	"Janet, there were weeks when I didn't see Erica.  She didn't send
me to other Dommes, so I got fearful that she wanted to dump me.  So one
night, when I went to a bar, I met Lauren.  I didn't know that she was a
Domme, or even that she knew Erica either.  But I was seduced by her, she
used me, pumped me for information about Erica, and soon I was serving her,
I was in love with her," explained Tiffany.

	"Really, how convenient," mocked Janet, "except that Erica loved
you, just as she loved me.  You were always a little too emotional,
Tiffany, a little too impatient, always wanting immediate gratification.
And was that the reason why you betrayed Erica?" accused Janet.

	"Yes, and I'm sorry, Janet.  For everything that happened."

	"Including trying to kill me," bluntly stated Janet.

	"I didn't know that was going to happen, honest!  All Lauren had
said was to bring you to the house, and she would do the rest.  I had no
idea that you were being set up until...."

	"Until I had a ball gag in my mouth and she was beating me without
mercy?" demanded Janet.

	"Yes," Tiffany cried, "Yes!"

	"Why didn't you stop her?" Janet asked.

	"The others restrained me, kept me back, placed something in my
drink."

	"Really," said Janet, sipping her coffee, "was that also why you
defended Lauren in front of Stephanie?  I heard it from my bedroom, I
wasn't asleep, damn you."

	"She filled me full of lies, I was programmed like a robot."

	"How touching," sarcastically replied Janet.

	"Janet, no sooner than you traded me for Myra did Lauren have my
breasts ringed, and a medallion on Erica's ring on my labia.  Now she's
talking about having me branded!  She keeps me naked most of the time, a
collared slave in her house, for her amusement, and that of her friends.
She beats me terribly, all the time!"

	"Which was the fate that she had planned for me, no doubt.  So she
got you instead, as consolation prize."

	"Why did you keep me chained, always bound, before you traded me?"
asked Tiffany.

	"Now surely you didn't think that I was that dumb, did you Tiffany?
How could I let a potential killer run free in my house?  I even asked
Stephanie to keep you for a while, and told her to place you under strict
bondage at all times, so I wouldn't be tempted to hurt you, in retribution
for what you did to me."

	Tears flowed from Tiffany's eyes.

	"Janet, I'm sorry I betrayed you and Erica.  If I could do things
differently, I would, believe me.  But when I go back to her house today,
I'll be naked, and in chains again for weeks, maybe months, before she lets
me out again," cried Tiffany.

	"Do you know what would have happened had I won and you didn't try
to kill me?" asked Janet.

	"No, Janet, please tell me."

	"I would have kept you as a slave for a year, then promoted you to
a Domme.  Which was what Erica would have wanted.  Instead, I traded you
for Myra who recognized the difference between Lauren and myself.  You made
your choice, Tiffany.  I'm sorry, I really wish that it didn't turn out
this way."

	"Please buy me, please," begged Tiffany.

	Janet noted that some of the other patrons were staring, pretending
not to hear.  It wasn't every day that a woman was begging another to buy
her, in public.

	"No.  I'm sorry Tiffany, you made your choice," coldly stated
Janet.

	"I'll be a good slave, I'll do whatever you ask, at least you won't
beat me till I bleed all the time," cried Tiffany.

	"Good bye, Tiffany," said Janet as she gathered her purse and rose
to her feet, "I'm leaving."

	Janet left Tiffany in the booth, and pressed a twenty in the hands
of the surprised waitress.  Tiffany remained alone, sobbing, her blonde
hair becoming a mess, tears falling to the table.

	When Janet reached her car, she paused before starting the engine.
She remembered all of the times that she had made love with Tiffany, how
they had been allowed to use each other with Erica's consent.  Tears flowed
from her eyes.

	`First Cheryl, and now Tiffany,' Janet thought to herself, `what
next?'

	Somehow, Janet really didn't want to know the answer.

Part Two: The Test of Submission

	"Mistress, Cheryl has arrived," stated Tina.

	It was the early evening and Cheryl had arrived for her usual
weekend to serve Mistress Janet.  She had spent the day doing work for her
company, and writing reports about her other slaves, and other assorted
tasks.

	She had also assisted Tina in dirtying the house.  When Janet had
been a slave to Mistress Erica, she would often why the place always needed
a cleaning.  Either Erica was either a total slob, which Janet decided was
highly unlikely given how organized she was in other sectors of her life,
or else she was always hosting wild parties in the Mansion, which was
improbable as well.

	The answer had been that in order to give Janet (and Erica's other
slaves) something to do, Erica and Andrea would dirty the place before
every slave would visit.  She had found notes to that effect when she had
been cleaning out Erica's papers one day.

	"Good, I want to talk to her," said Janet, "please conduct her into
the library."

	"Yes, Mistress."

	After her visit to Saks earlier in the day, Janet had felt like
buying something, but not paying the ridiculous luxury prices that they
wanted.  So she had driven out of Greenwich to the local mall, walked into
JC Penny, and had purchased a few new fall outfits.

	Once, while shopping with Stephanie in Macy's, she had found a
nametag that an employee had dropped, and Janet had taken it for herself,
quickly placing it in her purse.  Over the intervening years, she had lost
hers.  The tag that she had found was a link back to her earlier and less
complicated life, and she wanted to have it.

	Seated behind the desk, she was wearing an outfit that could be
worn both to work and out on a date, a brown jacket with matching skirt
that she rather liked.

	Cheryl had worn a tight fitting blue dress that had shown off all
her curves.  While a dress that like might wind a man around her finger, it
would do nothing for her when Janet had Cheryl naked and under her lash
once more.

	When Cheryl was seated and they were alone, Janet finally began the
conversation.  Cheryl, as usual, looked like she had stepped out of a
magazine cover.

	"Good evening, Cheryl."

	"Good evening, Mistress Janet," Cheryl answered.

	"I have been reviewing your records, comparing them to the progress
made by my other slaves.  You have done quite well," complimented Janet.

	"Thank you, Mistress."

	"How do you feel about being a slave?" asked Janet.

	"That is what I want to be, Mistress Janet, your slave, and yours
alone.  I have taken your crop, been taken to bed, bound and gagged, and
used as a slave.  I am perfectly satisfied, Mistress," stated Cheryl.

	"No regrets?"

	"No, Mistress."

	"Not even after I had beat you severely with a flogger?  Or impaled
you with the phallus?" asked Janet.

	"No, Mistress, none."

	"Or even after I let you use one of my other slaves?  How did you
feel about holding the crop yourself?"

	"I enjoyed it, Mistress, thank you."

	"I am going to test your submission this weekend, Cheryl.  Test you
to your limit and in ways that will surprise you, do you understand me?"

	"Yes, Mistress."

	Janet was doing everything in her power to break through Cheryl's
wall of resistance.  To make her admit the reason that she had forced
herself upon Mistress Janet.  But nothing had worked after Janet had forced
Cheryl to realize that she was a slave.

	"You can still back out," Janet offered.

	"No, Mistress Janet, thank you.  I'll stay."

	"Tina!" called Janet.

	"Yes, Mistress?" asked Tina from the library doors.

	"Please ready Cheryl then return her to me in the library," ordered
Janet.

	"Yes, Mistress."

	From the Dungeon Janet had selected a few items that she would
begin to use on Cheryl in the library.  That would be a prelude before she
took her slave down to the Dungeon before tonight's test would begin.

	"Mistress?" asked Tina on her return, "Cheryl is prepared, as you
have ordered."

	"Thank you, Tina.  You may stay with me, I may need you."

	"Yes, Mistress."

	Cheryl was naked and again wearing just bondage bracelets, with her
wrists locked behind her back.  Tina had not placed a collar around her
neck, unlike any other time before.

	"What are you missing, Cheryl?" asked Janet.

	"Your collar, Mistress."

	"Very good, Cheryl," answered Janet as she opened the top right
desk drawer.

	Inside was a small wooden box, which Janet withdrew and placed on
the desk.

	"Kneel," ordered Janet.

	Cheryl did as she was told, in complete silence.

	Janet rose to her feet, and walked around the desk to face Cheryl.
She opened the box, and removed the collar within.  Closing the box, she
replaced it onto the desk.

	"Before I place it around your neck, look at the collar," ordered
Janet.

	"You've placed my name on this one, Mistress," observed Cheryl.

	"Correct," said Janet as she locked the collar around Cheryl's
neck, "this collar is yours.  Whenever you are used in this House, you
shall wear it around your neck from now on.  You have earned your own
collar, Cheryl."

	"Thank you, Mistress Janet."

	"You may not be so thankful after tonight," firmly said Janet.

	"Mistress?"

	"Tina, help Cheryl to her feet.  Have you ever heard of something
called an armbinder?"

	"No, Mistress," answered Cheryl.

	Tina assisted Cheryl to her feet as Janet opened the closet door,
and removed a very large triangular leather object, with numerous straps
attached.

	"Unlock her arms, and Cheryl I want you to keep your arms straight
behind your back," ordered Janet.

	"Yes, Mistress," replied Cheryl as Tina unlocked her wrists,
thankful for even a brief moment of freedom.

	"This is called an armbinder, and it will render you totally
helpless.  It can also be quite dangerous to the wearer, since it can place
enormous strain on your shoulders.  I shall place it on you very loosely,
and if it hurts, you must tell me immediately and I shall remove it.  Do
you understand?"

	"Yes, Mistress."

	Cheryl stood in silence, her arms behind her back and her legs
slightly open, as Janet opened the armbinder by unzipping it along its
entire length.  She displayed it for her slave, showing her where her arms
would go, the exterior straps that could also confine her arms, and finally
the main long straps that would loop over her shoulders and be buckled back
onto the main body of the armbinder.

	"Are you ready, Cheryl?"

	Cheryl nodded her head in silence, as Janet placed Cheryl's arms
within the device then slowly zipped up the leather halves.  Even though
there were a number of straps along its length: Janet refrained from using
them.  After she had closed the zipper, she then looped and crossed the
straps around Cheryl's shoulders, then closing the roller buckles.

	Cheryl was totally helpless and at Janet's mercy.  She tried to
pull against the leather, and found that impossible.  All that she could do
was to move her hands (which were closed palm to palm) a few inches.  The
armbinder forced her pretty breasts to protrude, making them even more
available to whoever might want to use them.

	"Are you in pain, Cheryl?" asked Janet.

	"No, Mistress, I'm fine, thank you," answered Cheryl.

	"This model has a ring at the end," Janet pulled on the ring,
"which can then be chained to your ankles, or a vaginal or anal probe,"
stated Janet.

	"Thank you, Mistress," said Cheryl.

	"I want you to wear the armbinder for a while before I remove it.
Tomorrow I shall make you wear it for some time, so that you may become
used to it."

	Cheryl nodded in silence.  Janet took inventory of the marks on
Cheryl's naked body, then reached out with her left hand and pulled on the
D ring on Cheryl's collar.

	"Are you my slave, Cheryl?" asked Janet.

	"Yes, Mistress," quickly answered Cheryl.

	Janet pinched Cheryl's already erect right nipple with her right
hand, making Cheryl flinch under her attentions.

	"I can do anything that I want with you, Cheryl.  Do you understand
what that means?" asked Janet.

	Cheryl nodded in silence instead of answering verbally.

	"Ahhhh!" cried Cheryl when Janet brutally inserted her fingers into
Cheryl's slit, "Ahhhh!"

	Cheryl tried to pull away, but Janet held firmly onto her collar
with her left hand.  She was totally helpless and Janet would not release
her.

	"Tell me, Cheryl.  When you are all alone at home, do you desire my
use and my lash?"

	"Yes, Mistress," Cheryl tearfully answered.

	"Have I turned you into a slave?"

	"Yes, Mistress."

	"Good," said Janet as she released Cheryl, and she cleaned her hand
with a tissue.

	Cheryl walked a few steps with the armbinder, having trouble
maintaining her balance.  Janet had ordered Tina to place a pair of modest
heels on her feet, and Tina followed Cheryl every step, prepared to catch
her, lest she fall.

	After a half-hour had elapsed, Janet called Cheryl over and ordered
her to remain still.  Cheryl stood silently as the armbinder was removed,
and then she was free of the leather device.

	"You may rub your wrists together, and move your arms to restore
circulation," ordered Janet, "now."

	"Thank you, Mistress," answered Cheryl as she did as she was told,
moving her arms as instructed.

	Janet replaced the armbinder back in the closet, only to remove
something else.  It was a long thin piece of wood that looked rather
innocent, at first glance.

	"This is a cane, Cheryl.  I have not used this on you yet until you
were ready.  You are now.  I want you to bend over the footstool, but you
shall not be bound."

	"Yes, Mistress," dutifully answered Cheryl.

	"The cane is a fearsome thing also," Janet began, "and it can be
dangerous and hurt badly as well if not correctly used.  I rarely use it,
since I prefer my hand, the crop, flogger, or even the whip.  But I want
you to experience it, Cheryl."

	"Yes, Mistress."

	"This will hurt, but I shall deliver only a few modest strokes."

	Crack!

	Crack!

	Crack!

	Crack!

	Crack!

	"Owwwww!" cried Cheryl.

	"Thank you, Cheryl, that was quite brave of you to remain in one
place as I caned you."

	Janet had struck Cheryl on her bottom and on the outside of her
thighs.  Had she struck on the inside, Cheryl would have been screaming for
her life right now.

	"Mistress, that hurt!" cried Cheryl, as she rubbed her sore flesh.

	"As I told you it would.  Tina, you may rub some salve into
Cheryl's flesh and help her to recover for a while.  Then take her down to
the Dungeon.  I shall be getting dressed upstairs, and will join you
shortly."

	"Yes, Mistress," answered Tina.

	Janet left the library without another word, and she continued to
hold the cane in her hands.  She placed it under her arm as she ascended
the stairs, holding onto it like it was a good luck charm.

	While she was naked in her bedroom, she glanced at the day calendar
on the table.  October brought back many memories for her.

	Six years before, Erica had loaned her to Mistress Stephanie, who
had treated Janet harshly, then placed her on the rack.  How terrified
Janet had been, scared out of her wits with every click on the fearsome
device that she was restrained on.  However, no lasting harm had come of
her experience, and she had learned that Stephanie's bark was really worse
than her bite.

	Janet selected a long sleeved PVC Catsuit that covered her totally,
plus a pair of matching knee high boots.  Now that the weather had turned
colder, she could wear what was her favorite outfit that hugged her like a
second skin.

	When she entered the Dungeon, Cheryl was naked and kneeling on the
carpet, as ordered, with Tina standing nearby, holding Cheryl's leash.
Tina had not changed out of her satin Maid's outfit since early in the
morning, and Janet considered having her change into something a bit more
appropriate for doing a scene.

	In the center of the Dungeon was something hidden under a single
white sheet, which betrayed no indication of it's purpose.  Cheryl stared
at it, until Janet broke her concentration.

	"Good evening, Cheryl.  I trust that Tina had tended to your
wounds?"

	"Yes, Mistress."

	"Be warned that after a time, you shall learn how to take many
strokes with the cane.  Even harsher ones than the mild ones that I gave
you."

	"Yes, Mistress Janet."

	"Do you ride a horse?" asked Janet.

	"Mistress?"

	"I asked if you ride a horse.  Are you one of the horsy set at the
country club that plays polo on weekends?"

	"I know how to ride, Mistress, but I don't own a horse," answered
Cheryl.

	"Well, that's a start, when did you last ride?"

	"Some time ago, Mistress."

	"It's been too long then," observed Janet, as she removed the sheet
from the object, revealing what looked like a large A made of wood that had
eyelets for attaching chains.

	Cheryl gasped when she guessed the purpose of the thing, which she
had never seen before.

	"It's called a horse, for obvious reasons, Cheryl.  And you're
going to ride it this evening, before I use you.  Help me, Tina."

	Cheryl was helped to her feet and her leash removed and her wrist
bracelets unlocked.  Then she was made to mount the horse, and her wrists
were again locked behind her back, then Janet locked her ankle bracelets to
the horse.  Finally, Janet locked one of the ceiling chains to Cheryl's
wrist bracelets, pitching her forward.

	"Your entire weight now is resting on your sex," described Janet,
"which will become uncomfortable very quickly."

	"Mistress, please?" asked Cheryl, "release me?"

	"I said that I would test you, Cheryl.  You shall remain on the
horse until I decide when to take you down, and not before.  Besides, it is
far less painful than the cane, unless you would prefer a few more strokes
with that instead," offered Janet.

	"No, Mistress."

	"I could have placed a phallus on the horse, which you would now
have inside of you.  Instead, since this is your first time, you shall ride
without it."

	"Thank you, Mistress Janet."

	"Tina you may go and change into something a little more suitable
for the Dungeon," ordered Janet.

	"Thank you, Mistress," answered Tina as she bowed slightly, and
then walked out of the Dungeon, leaving Cheryl and Janet together.

	Janet walked over to her throne like chair, sat down, and opened
the newest issue of Vogue.  So this was where Tina had left it!  She had
been wondering where it had been, and Janet had wanted to read it.

	Cheryl, in her uncomfortable position on the horse, tried to shift
herself so that the pain would lessen somewhat.  Instead, nothing that she
did had any effect, and she cried silently to herself.  Janet would glance
at her occasionally.

	She had given Tina a hand signal to indicate that she should take
nearly an hour to change, then return.  Janet wanted to be alone with
Cheryl, in order that she could properly gauge Cheryl's reactions from
being on the horse for a long period of time.

	Under the sleeve of her PVC Catsuit, Janet wore a small watch on
the inside of her wrist.  She would check the time every now and then, but
not be too obvious about it.

	"Mistress, please!" begged Cheryl.

	Janet rose from her seat, and closed the magazine.  She walked over
to the horse, and played with Cheryl's erect nipples.

	"Ahhhh!" cried Cheryl.

	"What's wrong, Cheryl?"

	"My pussy, Mistress.  It's being split in two!"

	"Would you rather that I slice your bottom again with the cane?
That is the choice that I'm giving you tonight, either the horse or the
cane, Cheryl.  Those are your only alternatives today," coldly stated
Janet.

	"Please, please," begged Cheryl, tears in her eyes.

	Janet reached between Cheryl's legs, and pulled at a few of
Cheryl's pubic hairs.  She played with Cheryl's pussy, feeling the hot
pained flesh between her slave's legs.

	"Owwww!" cried Cheryl when Janet pulled a few out.

	"Perhaps your next punishment shall be to have that lovely bush of
yours shaved.  If you think that having a bikini wax at a salon can be
painful and embarrassing, you should have your pussy shaved for a few
months.  It will give you a new meaning to the word naked," suggested
Janet.

	"I think that nipple clamps are in order, don't you?" asked Janet.

	Janet unzipped her Catsuit, for in advance she had secreted a pair
of clamps in her black lacy bra that she was wearing under the PVC
material.  She removed them, and without further taunting, placed them onto
Cheryl's erect and extended nipples.

	"Ahhhh!" sobbed Cheryl.

	"That's better, now be quiet, lest I place a gag in your mouth,
Cheryl," stated Janet.

	Janet noted the mournful look on Cheryl's face as she resumed her
seat, and began to read again where she had left off.  Her slave looked
rather pained in her place on the horse.

	"Cheryl?"

	"Yes, Mistress."

	"I am not seated here to be callous," explained Janet, "but rather
to teach you a lesson.  A bound slave should NEVER be left alone, under any
circumstances, do you understand?" asked Janet.

	"Yes, Mistress Janet," sobbed Cheryl.

	"Especially if they are gagged," added Janet.

	"I understand, Mistress."

	"Good."

	Janet was interrupted when the Dungeon door opened to admit Tina,
who had now changed her satin Maid's outfit for a leather vest and pants.
Plus a pair of elbow length gloves to complete her outfit.

	"Excellent choice," complimented Janet.

	"Thank you, Mistress," Tina replied; "I desire to wear something
besides the Maid's outfit sometimes."

	"Would you like to use Cheryl?" offered Janet, "and I shall be
happy to assist?"

	"Yes, Mistress, thank you," gratefully answered Tina, "how may I
use her?"

	"In any way that you desire, and in the harshest possible manner,
which was what I had intended to do with her."

	"Thank you, Mistress," answered Tina.

	Janet smiled, for if Cheryl resented the fact that Tina would now
be using her instead of Janet that would prepare her for Saturday, when
Janet's real plans for her would unfold.

	"She's yours," said Janet.

	"I see that you've placed nipple clamps on her," observed Tina.

	"Yes," answered Janet.

	"Owww!" cried Cheryl when Tina pulled at one.

	"I thought that you were going to use me, Mistress!" cried Cheryl.

	"I have trained Tina both as my slave and assistant," described
Janet, "and she is perfectly capable of handling you in the Dungeon as well
as the rest of the house."

	"I want to be used by you, Mistress!" protested Cheryl.

	"You're not in a position to demand anything," coldly answered
Janet as she rose from her seat, removed a riding crop from the cabinet,
then handed it to Tina.

	Cheryl looked in shock at the two women facing her, not certain
what to say next.

	"You may begin, Tina."

	"Thank you, Mistress."

	"What is your safeword?" demanded Tina.

	"Sin, Mistress," answered Cheryl.

	"Very good, Cheryl," replied Tina, as she struck her first blow
with the crop onto Cheryl's skin.

	Because of the way that she was bound to the horse, all that Tina
could strike with the crop was the outside of Cheryl's legs, her breasts,
and bottom.  But that was enough, as Tina delivered light strokes that made
Cheryl moan and fight her place on the horse.

	"Aaaaah!"

	"Aaaaah!"

	"Aaaaah!" cried Cheryl each time that she was struck with the
riding crop.

	After Tina had delivered about a dozen small strokes, she offered
the crop to Cheryl's lips, and the bound woman kissed the crop without any
complaints.  Then Tina roughly removed the clamps, making Cheryl moan in
response.

	"I want her removed from the horse, she needs to be flogged,"
ordered Tina.

	"Yes, Mistress," answered Janet.

	In reality, it took both of them to release Cheryl from the horse,
and then help her down.  Sitting on her sex for a prolonged period of time
had made Cheryl stiff and sore, so she was given time to recover from her
ordeal.  In preparation for what would be her next trial to come.

	"Spread-eagle her on the table," ordered Tina.

	The table was one of Janet's newest purchases.  It was a table with
chains at each corner, which could be raised or lowered depending on how it
was to be used.

	Cheryl was placed upon on it, and her wrist and ankle bracelets
were locked onto each corner.  She was then slightly elevated, and tipped
forward to allow for easier use by Tina.

	"Thank you, Mistress Janet," said Tina.

	"You're welcome, you may proceed," ordered Janet.

	Tina selected a common leather flogger, and presented it to
Cheryl's lips to kiss before use.

	"Kiss the flogger," ordered Tina.

	"NO!" screamed Cheryl, "I want to be used by Mistress Janet."

	"I suggest that you obey Tina, Cheryl," suggested Janet as she
resumed her seat, "I did give you to her for the evening, and she can be
quite nasty if provoked."

	Tina then began to strike Cheryl with the flogger.  She had chosen
one made of leather, and the heavy strands made a dull thud as they
impacted onto Cheryl's flesh.  She pulled at her chains in an effort to
free herself, but the leather and steel that restrained her was implacable.

	Cheryl moaned as each stroke left its imprint on her naked body,
and she cried as Tina continued her relentless use of her.  Tina would
strike at her breasts, belly, the inside of her thighs and sex, and her
underarms.

	"Ahhhhh!" cried Cheryl.

	"Ahhhhh!"

	Stroke after stroke, Tina made certain that no part of Cheryl's
body remained unscathed by the use of the flogger.  Cheryl may have been
defiant at the beginning, but she would not be at the end of her use.

	"Sin!" screamed Cheryl, "Sin!"

	Tina stopped the use of the flogger, and Janet rose from her seat,
and they both unlocked Cheryl from the table.  She sat on a bench, sobbing
into a tissue that Janet had produced.

	Tina then took Cheryl into her arms, and held her closely as she
dried Cheryl's tears.  Cheryl remembered when Janet had done this before,
when she had been used nearly to her breaking point.

	"Are you all right?" asked Tina, softly.

	"Yes, Mistress.  Can I rest?"

	"Of course you may," said Tina.

	Tina held Cheryl closely in her arms, and then took her upstairs
and to bed.  Janet put everything away in the Dungeon, and closed the
lights and locked up.

	They had set up everything together in advance of course, and
Cheryl would never know that.  Janet had wanted to drive Cheryl to her
safeword without actually hurting her.  It was an excellent lesson for her.

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	The End of "The Challenge" Chapter 11 Part One