Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2017 07:56:35 +0000 (UTC) From: sfmaster <sfmaster@att.net> Subject: Challenge CH12 Part 1 WARNING! This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains Strong Sexual Content. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any way condone similar behavior. If you are under the age or 18 or reside in a state, nation, or planet that prohibits such behavior, stop reading immediately!!! The Challenge CH12 PT1 "Changes" By mailto:sfmaster@att.net Archiving permitted, reposting is permitted; but only if you include this statement of limitation of use and notify the author by e-mail. The author forbids you to make, distribute, or sell multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format. However, individual readers may make single copies of the story for their own, non-commercial use. Copyright (c) 1998 by mailto:sfmaster@att.net Revised January 2002 Attn: Readers please feel free to send e-mail to the author. I do want to hear from you! "The Challenge" by mailto:sfmaster@att.net CH12: Changes Part One: The Promotion March 1989 The restaurant was mostly empty as the waitress seated Erica and Stephanie in a private booth. She took their orders for drinks, then left them alone with their menus to decide what they wanted for lunch. "How are you today?" asked Erica. "Still smarting from the way you used me on the weekend, Mistress Erica," softly answered Stephanie, "other than that, just fine." They were interrupted by the arrival of their drinks, and then they ordered so that they could be left alone until lunch arrived. "Are you excited?" "Yes, Mistress. I'm very scared," admitted Stephanie. "Nothing to be scared about, Stephanie. You're the first of my slaves to be promoted to Domme, a singular honor. You've earned it." "Thank you, Mistress." "Erica will do in public, Stephanie. Unless you want me to put you over my knee and make a scene." "That could be rather nice, Mistress. Er, Erica, sorry." Erica wore a white silk blouse, and red leather skirt and matching shoes. She looked like she was going out on a date, rather than meeting a friend for lunch. "I'll spank you later," threatened Erica. "Thank you, Erica." Stephanie had chosen a sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers, dressing even more casual than Erica did. Still, she had just had her hair done in the morning, and she looked wonderful. Unlike the depressed woman of three years before, she smiled, paid attention to her appearance, and now dressed for the occasion. "Here's lunch!" announced the waitress. They had chosen fajitas for two, and the waitress placed a steaming tray of steak and chicken and onions between the two women, followed by a plate of flour tortillas, and bowls containing sour cream, tomatoes, and guacamole. "Can I get you anything else?" "Two more beers, please?" asked Erica. "Sure, be right back," answered the waitress. "How old do you think that she is?" asked Erica, when the waitress had left. "Twenty or so, goes to college. Just like I did," proudly answered Stephanie. "You waitressed?" asked Erica. "Sure," answered Stephanie, taking a swallow from her beer mug, "when I was at Stamford, far away from home." "Tell me about it?" "I wanted a job, I didn't have to work. But my classes were a breeze, and I whizzed through my homework. One day, at the local eatery I saw a sign looking for help, so I got the job." "Your drinks," announced the waitress, as she placed the fresh beer mugs on the table. "Thank you," replied Stephanie. "You're welcome." "What happened?" asked Erica. "I worked there for over a year when I was in school. I rather liked it, but I kept it a secret from Mom and Dad. They were just scandalized when they found out!" laughed Stephanie. "Why?" "They send me to prep school, tutors, everything! Then I get a job as a waitress instead of some cushy internship somewhere." Both women had rolled their dinner into the flour tortillas and talked between bites and swallows of beer. "How did they find out?" asked Erica. "One of our family friends came into the restaurant and called home. Dad called me then visited California on business. Well, that ended my little waitressing job. Damn, I liked it. Got lots of dates, even had my ass squeezed sometimes. Wasn't bad," commented Stephanie. "Not the sort of thing for a person in your class, was it?" asked Erica. "No, but I liked it. The late hours and hectic conditions got me ready for Medical school, though. But that's over now too." "Perhaps you'll practice again someday," suggested Erica. "No, Mistress, I don't think so," answered Stephanie, her eyes looking down at her plate. Erica then realized that she should not have brought the subject up. Stephanie could be caned until she bled, for the one wound in her mind was the loss of her family that she blamed herself for. "I'm sorry, Stephanie, I shouldn't have said that. I know that it still hurts," apologized Erica. "It's all right, Erica. I know that you mean well, and time does heal wounds. Some of them, anyway," concluded Stephanie. They both ate in silence for a few minutes, rolling one fajita after another, and then washing them down with fresh drinks that the waitress brought after Erica had asked her back to the table. "Have you thought about what you're going to wear this Saturday?" asked Erica. "A leather bra and skirt will do." "That means I'll have to wear something different. I guess I'll wear that Dominatrix dress, which is better than a Catsuit," observed Erica. After the check had been paid and they lingered at the table, Stephanie looked very seriously at Erica. When Erica rose to leave, Stephanie placed a hand on her companion's hand, imploring her to stay seated. "Erica, why?" asked Stephanie. "Why what?" answered Erica. "Why did you save me?" "You know that you're not supposed to ask that, Stephanie. As my slave, you were not allowed to keep any secrets from me. But as Mistress, I'm allowed to keep secrets from you. I could say that I found you sexually attractive, or that I thought that you would make a good slave. But there was a reason beyond that, that I felt that you should not be serving Lauren." "Thank you, Erica." "You're welcome, Stephanie," answered Erica as she rose to leave, followed by her companion. In the short drive back to her house, Erica was not really sure if Stephanie had believed the reason for taking her from Lauren. But it did not matter if Stephanie had believed her or not. What counted was that she had rescued Stephanie, reawakened her sexually and the desire to live again, and now was promoting her to Dominatrix. Which was all that really mattered, after all. "Lisa?" called Erica as she hung her jacket up in the hall closet. Normally, Lisa would be at the door to greet Erica on her return, instead her Maid was not there to help her with her jacket. Erica walked over to her downstairs bedroom, and found Lisa on the bed, crying. "Mistress?" asked Lisa when she saw Erica at her bedroom door. "Lisa, what's wrong?" questioned Erica as she joined Lisa on her bed. "Mistress, I'm sorry, but I have to leave you," sobbed Lisa. "Why?" "Family, I have to go home to Oregon." "There now, its all right," comforted Erica as she pulled a tissue from a box on the night table and dried Lisa's eyes. "I'm sorry," cried Lisa, "I'm sorry, Mistress Erica." "It's all right, Lisa, nothing is forever. You have served me well for five years, and now you have to move on. There is no shame in leaving me." "You're not angry?" "No Lisa, I'm not angry. If you have family responsibilities then they are far more important than your service to me." "Thank you, Mistress. I love you," said Lisa. "It's all right, Lisa. And I love you too," answered Erica as she held Lisa in her arms. "I'll be giving my two week notice, Mistress," stated Lisa. "That will be fine, Lisa. Thank you." Lisa had dried her eyes, then sat up in bed and began to remove her Maid's outfit. Once naked, she held Erica in her arms and kissed her Mistress on the lips. "Awfully direct, aren't you?" asked Erica. "We don't have much time Mistress. You can use me tonight after Dinner in the Dungeon. Now though, I want to make love to my Mistress. Please?" "Of course." Erica unbuttoned her blouse, and then unzipped the leather skirt. She removed both, then removed her heels, and followed by her pantyhose. She then was nude like her companion, and held Lisa in her arms. Lisa gently pushed Erica back onto the bed, and kissed her on the mouth, their tongues dancing together at the joined entrance of their mouths. Erica inhaled Lisa's perfume, familiar with the Chanel #5 that her slave preferred. Lisa then kissed Erica's neck, and soon took one of Erica's nipples into her mouth. Then her hand began to work on Erica's sex, and Erica moaned in response, opening her legs to Lisa's attentions. Erica pushed her head back against the pillows, her body filled with the heat of desire for Lisa and her lovemaking. Then Lisa buried her face between Erica's legs, and her tongue quickly began to tease Erica's love bud. "OH!" exclaimed Erica. Lisa pushed herself deeper into Erica's fragrant sex, her mouth sucking at the juices now flowing from the excited Domme. Her lips caressed Erica's, and she playfully nibbled at her pubic hair. Erica's chest heaved with sexual excitement, her blood thundering in her veins, her heart furious with passion. All that mattered now was lovemaking, and Lisa had fully applied herself to satisfying her Mistress. "Ahhhhh!" screamed Erica, her body bouncing on the bed, wracked by one orgasm after another that washed through her. Lisa continued to drive Erica to one orgasm after another, her tongue buried deep into Erica's pussy. Erica bucked time after time on the bed as Lisa pursued her relentless assault on her sex, driving her Mistress to one height of passion after another. Next, Lisa advanced up the bed like a predatory cat, snarling from deep in her throat. She kissed Erica on her lips, and Erica tasted herself. They rolled together on the bed, like two cats in heat. Then Lisa laid back on the bed, and Erica serviced her slave. Lisa was already wet with desire, her body aching for climax. Erica used her tongue and lips to drive her from one climax to another, making Lisa moan and buck with every orgasm. If Erica was skilled Domme, she was an even more skilled lover. She deliberately wore Lisa out, until the slave passed out from too much stimulation. Soon, Erica watched her fall off to sleep after one orgasm after another, then she closed her own eyes. * * * * * Lisa awoke to the aroma of cooking from the kitchen. She dressed herself in a robe and slippers, and ran to the kitchen. The clock said it was past seven, meaning that she was late for Dinner and could expect a thrashing from Erica for missing a meal! "Hello, sleepyhead," greeted Erica, her hands encased in oven mitts. "Mistress?" "Have a seat, dinner will be out shortly." "Yes, Mistress." The kitchen table was set for two, complete with candles. A salad, a loaf of crusty French bread, and a bottle of white wine were already on the table. "Since I wore you out I decided to make dinner," said Erica. "Thank you, Mistress." "It's been a long time since I cooked anything, so I made a quiche for Dinner."" Erica then opened the oven, and removed the quiche, filing the kitchen with a wonderful aroma. She placed the dish on the kitchen table, shut off the oven, and removed the mitts from her hands. "Salad, Mistress?" asked Lisa. "Please." Lisa served Erica a portion of the salad, then poured some of the dressing over it. Then she served herself next. Erica opened the white wine, and after sniffing the cork, poured out two glasses for them. "Cheers," said Erica. "Cheers." Erica took a long swallow of her wine, and Lisa did the same. They began eating, and after the salad was finished, Erica cut out pieces of the quiche for both of them while Lisa cut the bread. "Thank you for making Dinner, Mistress," said Lisa. "You're quite welcome Lisa. I went to school for cooking in New York." "You must have been very good," commented Lisa. "Thank you, but I really have let my skills lapse in the last few years. You're pretty good yourself." "Thank you, Mistress." "There's something I've been meaning to ask, and this is as good at a time as any. When I promote Stephanie to Domme, she will need a submissive to do a small symbolic scene with. She doesn't have any subs of her own yet." "She can use me, Mistress," offered Lisa, "I would be honored." "Thank you, Lisa. But there's another question I have for you. Would you like to be a Domme also?" "Mistress!" answered Lisa, shock registering on her face. "Why are you so surprised?" asked Erica, "you served Judith for two years before you came to me, and have been with me for five years. You've proven yourself, Lisa. That's why I have let you use submissives occasionally." Lisa poured herself some more wine, and then took a long swallow to comfort herself. She was visibly shaken by Erica's offer. "Mistress, I don't want to disappoint you, but I'm happier with a collar around my neck. I love being owned, being a slave. I just don't want the responsibility that comes with being a Domme," admitted Lisa. "Thank you Lisa, for your honesty." "Mistress, I've learned so much from you: interviews, histories, sexual backgrounds. I never understood why you delved so deeply into a person's background before you took them as a slave until I saw you in action. Judith was never like you!" "Thank you, Lisa," said Erica as she finished her quiche, "more?" "I'm stuffed," answered Lisa, "Mistress. Thank you for a wonderful dinner." "You're welcome." Dessert was cake and coffee, and Lisa insisted on doing the dishes. Erica drank more coffee as she watched Lisa clean up, and remembered the time when she had been in the apartment. After she had given up the life in this house that she had tried to escape from, however briefly. "I shall want you in the Dungeon, naked and collared at ten," ordered Erica, "you will be harshly used both there, and in the bedroom afterwards." "Yes, Mistress," answered Lisa while she dried her hands, "and thank you." "I'll be waiting," said Erica as she placed the coffee cup in the kitchen sink. * * * * * Erica had decided to wear a sleeveless black PVC Catsuit, long opera length gloves, and matching black heels for her use of Lisa. While she could have worn the thigh high boots that she had just recently purchased they were a bother to put on and zip up. So a pair of less restricting heels would have to do. Lisa had showered and prepared herself, and Erica had seen her walking down the Dungeon steps naked. Erica had sensed that Lisa was relieved that she had admitted that she had to leave, and a burden had been lifted from her. So Erica had decided that tonight (good thing that she had no sessions scheduled with her clients) would be a special one. Had it really been just five years since Lisa had come to serve her? They had trained dozens of slaves together, and had become well known as a team. But now part of her House was leaving, and that would leave a void to be filled. Erica preened herself one last time in the mirror, admiring the way that she looked in the skintight Catsuit. She had others in leather (expensive) and rubber (equally expensive) but the most versatile was PVC. Which she could wash tomorrow in Woolite and be ready to use again in just two days. "Are you ready, slave?" asked Erica. Lisa knelt naked on the carpet, wearing only her collar and bracelets. Erica saw that she had rouged her aureole a deep red, and the scent of perfume pervaded the Dungeon. Lisa had taken special care to prepare herself for Erica's use, and Erica did not want to disappoint her. "Yes, Mistress." "Do you consent to my use?" "Yes, Mistress." "What is your safeword, Lisa?" "Joy, Mistress Erica." "Stand up and place yourself against the X frame, legs apart." "Yes, Mistress," answered Lisa as she did as she had been instructed. Erica then attached straps to Lisa's wrist and ankle bracelets to hold her to the frame, rendering her helpless. She bound Lisa tightly to the frame, her nakedness against the polished wood. "Do you desire your Mistress?" asked Erica. "Yes, please?" implored Lisa. "I shall make you scream with desire," taunted Erica. "Yes, Mistress, please!" begged Lisa. Erica then removed a simple riding crop with a small leather tip at the end. Plus two clamps that she hid in her palm of her hand. She walked back to Lisa, who eagerly awaited her Mistress. "How lovely you look," commented Erica, "I shall stripe that body of yours tonight with my lash and crop." "Thank you, Mistress Erica." "But first," Erica bent down, her tongue and lips playing against Lisa's right nipple, quickly bringing it erect. "Ah!" cried Lisa, for Erica had placed a clamp on the nipple, followed by the left ones as well. Then Erica kneaded Lisa's already wet sex, making her moan and squirm within her bonds. She pushed her fingers deep into Lisa's slit, touching her love bud. "Oh!" moaned Lisa. "Lick my fingers of your juices, you wet slut," ordered Erica as she shoved her fingers into Lisa's mouth. "Mmmmmmph!" Once Lisa had done as Erica had ordered, Erica then decided that something else was in order. She walked to the cabinet, and removed a gag, plus a gambling token the size of an old full size Dollar Coin that she had taken from a Casino in Atlantic City. "This is a penis gag," described Erica, "complete with an air hole. Since you will be gagged and cannot use your safeword, you will drop the coin as your signal, do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress, Oh!" cried Lisa. Erica had pushed the head of the penis gag into Lisa's wet slit as far as it could go, making her moan. Then she removed the gag from between the slave's sex, and gently placed it at the entrance to Lisa's mouth. Lisa opened her mouth, and Erica pushed the gag inside, buckling it at the back of her neck. "Mmmmph!" "You may taste yourself as I use you," said Erica. Erica then pressed the coin into Lisa's right hand, and she gripped it tightly in her fingers. Lisa held the penis shaped latex gag between her teeth, and Erica watched as she sucked at the cock like object attempting to move it around within her mouth. "What a slut you are," observed Erica. "Mmmmmph!" Erica then began to strike Lisa gently with the crop, tapping on her breasts and underarms at first. Lisa squirmed in her bonds, and moaned whenever she was struck. "Mmmmmph!" The crop was next used between Lisa's opened thighs, with even stronger impacts leaving red marks behind on her white flesh. Erica knew that being used in this way while gagged was intensely sexual, and she observed that Lisa clenched the gag tightly between her teeth. "Enjoying this aren't you?" asked Erica. Lisa nodded her head in silent agreement, even as Erica began again to use the crop again and again. Erica then used her fingers to pull at the clamps holding Lisa's nipples prisoner, teasing them and making her captive squirm in response. "Mmmmmmph!" grunted Lisa. "I'm not going to let you go, sweetie, not till I'm done." The outside of Lisa's thighs were the next target, and Erica made sure that her strokes were steady and evenly placed, and each left a red mark behind. Erica watched as droplets of sweat ran down Lisa's exposed flanks, her skin warm to the touch from the use that it was receiving. Once she had delivered thirty strokes, Erica then placed the crop under her arm and proceeded to remove the gag from Lisa's mouth, leaving her panting in response. "Thank you, Mistress," said Lisa. "Kiss the crop," ordered Erica. Lisa did as she was told, while Erica removed the clamps from her nipples, making her flinch as each one was freed of the metal object. Then Erica ran her fingers through Lisa's pubic hairs, pulling at a few, making her moan. "In all the time that you were my slave I never shaved you, did I?" asked Erica. "No, Mistress." "Perhaps that should be my parting gift, a shaved pussy?" "Yes, Mistress, please?" "I'm not done yet, slave. I want to flog you!" Erica then released Lisa, who handed her the coin that she had kept tightly clenched in her hand. Then Erica marched Lisa over to the ceiling chain, and locked her wrists to it. Activating the motor, the chain was then pulled taut, and Lisa was as straight as a ruler. "How lovely you look," Erica commented. Erica gently ran her fingertips over Lisa's naked body, her breasts, back and underarms, making the girl even more sensitive to her touch. Lisa seemed proud, even radiant while being used by Erica. When she sensed that Lisa was ready, Erica ceased her gentle caress. She next removed the flogger, made of soft leather from the cabinet. "Kiss the flogger." Lisa did as she was ordered, willingly and quickly. She swallowed, the lump going down her throat. "You will not have to count, Lisa. But I will give you twenty strokes this night." Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Erica used the flogger with moderate strokes, the leather strands slapping against Lisa's exposed flesh. She made sure to strike with enough force to mark but not break the skin. Erica wanted Lisa to be hot with desire for her later, something that the flogger would generate. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "Ahhh!" cried Lisa. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "What a good slave you are." "Thank you, Mistress." Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "Twenty," announced Erica. "Thank you, Mistress," cried Lisa, tears falling from her eyes. "Kiss the flogger," ordered Erica. "Yes, Mistress." Erica then released Lisa, who fell into her arms. She placed Lisa on a bench to let her recover her senses. Before the next part of the evening would begin. She replaced the flogger and all of the other instruments back into the cabinet, and then closed the wooden doors. Lisa was waiting for her, her eyes wide with expectation, on the bench. "Are you ready, darling?" asked Erica. "Yes, Mistress!" "Then follow me to my bedroom, where your use shall continue!" promised Erica. * * * * * End of Challenge CH12 PT1