Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2017 07:45:18 +0000 (UTC) From: sfmaster <sfmaster@att.net> Subject: The Challenge CH01 Part 2 F/f D/s cons 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 that prohibits such behavior, stop reading immediately!!! "The Challenge" Chapter One PT2: The Challenge 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 Challenge CH01 PT2 Continues: Janet closed the diary, her hands shaking. She felt like she was actually holding Erica in her hands, and she wanted to cry. Janet realized that she still loved Erica, or Alana, and always would. She clutched the book tightly in her hands, her skin turning white from the effort. Replacing the book inside the safe, Janet decided that it was not time for her to read Erica's Diaries. No, that would have to be done in the quiet of the evening when she could be alone. Even so, she looked at the spine of the book dated 1992, and another chill washed over her. For that was the year that she had asked her friend Sally to enliven her dull sex life, and had been introduced to Mistress Erica. Janet resisted the temptation to reach out, and open the book and read what Erica might have written about her. How Janet had worshipped Erica! Erica had placed Janet into submission, used her body under the lash, and taken her sexually. But had never hurt or humiliated her, all the while teaching her how to be a proper Dominatrix, readying her for the competition with Tiffany. Then Janet removed the Manila Folders, and found them full of Medical Records! Janet had expected bonds, or stocks. Why would Erica keep her medical records? She tried to read the doctors handwriting, but couldn't. `Why can't doctors write like normal people?' Janet thought to herself. Janet was startled by a sudden knock on the library door, and she looked at her watch. "Enter," Janet directed. "Lunch, Mistress?" asked Tina. "Thank you, Tina, yes." "In the kitchen, Mistress?" "Yes, we have some reports to discuss. May as well make it a working lunch," suggested Janet. "Yes, Mistress," answered Tina. Janet replaced the records that she had found back in the safe, and locked the door, spinning the combination and double-checking that the safe was indeed locked. Erica's secrets were safe, for now. Tina had prepared a lunch of salad, sandwiches, and they ate together at the kitchen table, making small talk together. Tina told her of entertaining her parents in New York, and the fun that they had. Janet in turn told her of serving Stephanie, how her body was now again marked. "Did you enjoy yourself?" asked Tina. "Yes." "During my `lease period' to Stephanie, I found her to be quite an exciting, sensual Mistress to serve," commented Tina. "I'll tell her you said that," answered Janet, "perhaps you might want to be used by her again." "Only after you use me first, Mistress Janet," replied Tina with a smile on her face. "That can easily be arranged," Janet answered. In spite of their eating together, Janet and Tina did not discuss the reports, which remained unopened. Instead, Janet was glad to be home again, in her own house, with Tina. They discussed Tina's trip to New York, her caring for the Mansion, and other things. "What was in the safe, Mistress?" "Just some papers, Tina. Mistress Erica's papers." "Are you going to read them?" asked Tina. Janet pursed her lips together, her emotions raging. She had managed to contain them when she had locked the safe, but the thought of knowing more about Erica! "Perhaps later. And for being such an insolent, curious slave I can guarantee that you'll be used today, Tina." "Thank you, Mistress Janet. I've missed you for a week," said Tina, as she rose to clear away the dishes. "And I've missed you too, Tina." The kitchen clock chimed, and Janet saw it was 2PM. The day was just wasting away, and she wasn't getting anything done! "Tina, I'm going to go into the library and work on that company report that's due tomorrow. Hold all my calls, please?" asked Janet. "Yes, Mistress." Janet rose and removed a can of soda from the fridge, then adjourned to the library. She opened her briefcase, and removed her papers, then started working. She was in charge of sales for a company department, and it was her job to co-ordinate the various campaigns. Her part-time status was made possible because she was really just assisting. But still, Janet was determined to prove that she could do her job, and she had asked everyone's advice both above and below her in the company. She wanted to show that she really earned the sizeable paycheck that she was getting, not that she was there just because of Jessica. She had started one year ago, and Janet finally knew her way around. Janet learned what her job was, and her suggestions were received and finally having an effect. It was gratifying to see the sales figures improve, how the others now welcomed her ideas. Janet smiled when she thought of how strange it really was. No doubt the company gossip was that Jessica and Janet were lovers, and that Janet had merely been brought in because she was bedding the largest stockholder. Instead, she wondered what the company's gossips would think if they knew the truth that Jessica would be naked, and bound, with a ball gag in her mouth, at Janet's feet in submission to her! She worked, writing down ideas, checking one company report after another, finally making her decision. Then she turned on the computer, and really started working, typing out her report. Janet was completely lost in thought, and didn't even see how the time passed. Finally, the report was done. She transmitted a copy to work, since the meeting would be tomorrow, saved a copy both on the hard drive and 2 disks, then printed out a couple of copies on regular paper. Janet realized that she had not even changed out of her business suit that she had donned at Stephanie's, that she could have worked in a jogging outfit, or nothing at all. "Mistress?" asked Tina from the doorway. "Yes, Tina." "Dinner is served," announced Tina. "Thank you, Tina, your timing is excellent," said Janet as she glanced at her watch, "six o'clock! Why didn't you tell me earlier?" demanded Janet. "Mistress, you were so involved in your work I didn't want to disturb you. Besides, you said that the report was due tomorrow, so I waited until you were finished." "Thank you, Tina, you're right. Are we having a barbecue?" asked Janet. "No, Mistress. Look outside," directed Tina. Janet had been so wrapped up her work, so deep in concentration, she had failed to see that what had been a bright sunny day was now dark with storm clouds. A sudden gust of wind came through the open window, rustling some papers on the desk. In the distance, Janet saw a flash of light and seconds later, the sound of thunder. "What's for dinner?" asked Janet. "Fried Shrimp, Mistress." "That will be quite nice," Janet answered as she closed the library windows and locked them, "and you shall be the dessert." "Yes, Mistress," replied Tina. * * * * * Janet had dressed herself in one of the other bedrooms in a simple leather bra, skirt, and a pair of modest heels. Stephanie's marks would take some time to fade, and Janet remembered just how she felt when her friend had administered them. Now, Janet was again Mistress. She admired her trim figure, kept that way through exercise. No extra pounds on her! Janet entered her own bedroom, and kneeling naked on the carpet was Tina. She was outfitted in collar and bracelets, which Janet had locked on her earlier. Seeing her submissive on the carpet made Janet's heart beat faster with desire. For the past week, she had been in submission to Stephanie and Camille. She had been used again as a slave. But now Janet was restored to the position that she had inherited from Mistress Erica. Janet was again in control of her own slave, and she wanted it to be a memorable night. "Are you ready, Tina?" Janet asked. "Yes, Mistress." On the dresser was a collection of Janet's toys: riding crops, a short whip, straps, chains, and a flogger, ball gags. She had selected them with great care from the Dungeon downstairs. "Do you submit to me of your own free will, without coercion or duress?" "Yes, Mistress Janet." "That your body belongs to me?" "Yes, Mistress." "That you will obey me without question?" "Yes, Mistress." "What is your safeword, Tina?" "Mercy, Mistress." "Then we shall proceed," concluded Janet, "place yourself over the desk, slave," ordered Janet. Tina rose and laid her torso down on the empty desk. Janet had ropes ready, and secured her arms and legs, coiling the ropes and finally adding a single cinch to bind Tina more closely to the desk's legs. Janet noted that Tina's breaths were short, and she knew that Tina's heart was already beating fast with anticipation. After being Janet's slave for so long, she could read all of Tina's body language perfectly. Janet knew that Tina was aching with desire to be used by her Mistress. Janet reached her hand forward and began to massage Tina's upraised bottom, feeling the warm skin (which was going to be a lot warmer before the night was over); and making Tina squirm with want. Then she reached between Tina's thighs, and found that Tina's sex was already engorged with blood, her pussy wet with her juices. "Did you long for your Mistress?" sternly demanded Janet. "Yes, Mistress Janet." "Did you use any sex toys while I was gone, a dildo up your sex, perhaps?" asked Janet. "Yes, Mistress," quickly answered Tina. "In spite of my direct orders for you not to do so in my absence!" "Yes, Mistress. Sorry Mistress! It's just that I...." "If I want your answer, I'll ask for it," said Janet, "for being a disobedient slave, you shall bear the consequences." Janet found the leather-covered paddle, one that would redden Tina's bottom nicely. She displayed it to Tina, than whacked it against her palm for effect a couple of times. "How long since I last used the paddle on you, Tina?" Janet demanded. "I don't know, Mistress." "You should know. You should remember every time an instrument is used on you, so that you can report to your Mistress," stated Janet. Janet smiled, remembering that after every session that they did with a submissive Janet and Tina quickly wrote down what instrument they used, how many strokes and their severity, and how long a session lasted. In addition she recorded how the slave responded to discipline and orders and if the session was pleasing to them or not. All of that went into the slave's file, both so Janet knew how their training was progressing and if the submissive understood what was happening to them. Then Janet would make certain that they would have to write in their Journal their feelings about their submission. Being a Domme involved a lot of paperwork! "Did you desire me while I was with Mistress Stephanie?" Janet demanded. "Yes, Mistress." "Then your desires have been answered," replied Janet. Thwack! Janet struck Tina's bottom with the paddle with a mild stroke, one that left a red imprint behind. Thwack! Janet struck Tina's other buttock. Thwack! Janet struck again. "Thank you, Mistress!" Tina cried. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! After a series of mild strokes, Janet would pause, only to begin again. Tina would moan and cry, and pull at the ropes tying her to the table. But Tina was tied quite tightly, and couldn't really move in her position. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Tina's bottom, which had been pink before, was now turning a deep shade of red as Janet continued her discipline. Janet glanced at Tina's face, and saw that Tina was smiling as each stroke was delivered. When Janet had counted to twenty, she stopped. "Enough!" "Thank you, Mistress Janet," cried Tina. "Kiss the paddle," ordered Janet. Janet offered the paddle to Tina, who kissed it as ordered. She then reached between Tina's reddened ass cheeks into her sex, making Tina squirm and moan. "Wet, aren't you?" demanded Janet. "Yes, Mistress," Tina answered. Still standing behind Tina, Janet reached forward and took Tina's breasts in her hands. Janet began to pinch and fondle Tina's breasts, and finally located her erect nipples. Janet pinched them with a gradual and ever increasing pressure that made Tina moan in her captivity. "Don't come!" ordered Janet. "No, Mistress," moaned Tina in return. "I am not finished yet," said Janet as she selected a riding crop with a leather pad at the tip. Janet then started to deliver very mild strokes of the crop under Tina's arms, which barely marked her skin. The new strokes drove Tina ever wilder with desire, and she pulled at the ropes holding her. "Mistress, please!" begged Tina. "Not yet, slave," Janet, ordered. Janet continued using the crop on the back and inside of Tina's legs, where she knew that the skin was the most sensitive. Tina moaned with every stroke, even moving the table when Janet struck a particularly sensitive area. "Enough with the crop!" stated Janet, as she offered it to Tina, who kissed it just as she had the paddle. "Thank you, Mistress," cried Tina in response. Janet began to loosen the ropes that bound Tina to the table. When all four had been released, Janet stepped backwards from her slave. "You may rise, Tina," commanded Janet. Tina slowly got to her feet, putting on her weight gradually before she stood erect. "Thank you, Mistress," said Tina. Since it was June, the bed now had a light summer quilt, which Janet had thrown backwards. On the night table were a dildo, a small riding crop and quirt. "On the bed, Tina," Janet ordered. "Yes, Mistress." Janet locked Tina's collar to the chain hanging from the ringbolt set in the wall. Just the night before, Stephanie had done the same with Janet, after using her severely. In truth, Janet did not even need to dress up, but she wanted to. It was her turn again to wear her Domme outfits, instead of being a naked submissive. "You will now serve me, slave," Janet commanded. Janet unzipped her boots, undid her leather bra and skirt, and was promptly nude. She got on the bed, and opened her legs. "Service your Mistress." Tina placed her head between Janet's thighs and her tongue reached between the lips of Janet's labia, quickly arousing her. Then her tongue played with Janet's clit, making her moan with desire. Janet pressed her head back into the pillow as her sexual excitement quickly increased from Tina's attentions. "Make me come!" Janet ordered. Tina continued, thrusting her tongue inside Janet's sex, licking the walls of her Domme's sex, and making her moan with want. Janet bucked against the bed, her aching sex nearing climax. "Aaaaah!" Janet cried as the sexual tension inside her was released in a series of powerful orgasms that left her breathing ragged. She bounced on the bed, with Tina still between her thighs. Gradually, the sensations subsided, and Janet regained her senses. "Thank you, Tina," said Janet. "You're welcome, Mistress." "You may now lay down," ordered Janet. "Yes, Mistress." Tina now lay down upon the bed, and opened her legs, even though she had not yet been ordered to. Janet picked up the dildo, and ran her hands over the plastic surface. The dildo was a flesh colored shaft about ten inches long, and Janet placed it between Tina's thighs at the entrance to her sex. Tina arched her back to make the penetration easier, and Janet thrust the shaft within. Tina's sex was already wet with desire, and Janet had no trouble pushing the dildo inside, making Tina moan and shake. "Have you missed me?" Janet demanded. "Yes, Mistress," moaned Tina. "Than I shall make you scream with pleasure, slave." Janet thrust the dildo within, then partially removed and thrust it again and again within Tina's sex. Tina moaned with pleasure, then bounced on the bed as she quickly reached orgasm. Once she climaxed, Janet withdrew the dildo, and buried her face between Tina's legs. Janet made love to Tina's sex, tonguing her labia and finally bringing her to climax again by stimulating her clit. She brought Tina one orgasm after another, making her scream her pleasure out in spasms of joy. She moved up the bed, and enfolded Tina in her arms, passionately kissing her Tina after time. Janet tasted her own juices on Tina's lips, and Tina tasted herself on Janet's. Hugging and kissing her slave, they warmed each other up, sweating in the summer heat. When they finished, Janet looked at the clock. It was after midnight, the bed and sheets were a mess and sticky with their sweat. Janet fell asleep after Tina, a smile of contentment on her face. Part Two: The Challenge Friday June 5, 1998 The next morning, Janet unlocked Tina's collar. They showered together quickly, since Janet had to get to work. After a fast breakfast, Janet dressed in her blue business suit, got her case from the library, and was off to work. Her job at Xylex did not demand a lot of her time, unless she was working on a special project or report. When she arrived at the company, her secretary had copied the report as ordered, so Janet would make her presentation on time. The meeting was brief and to the point. Janet delivered the report and her findings, made her suggestions, and everything was done by noon. The other executives removed their papers from the desk as the meeting broke up, and Janet prepared to check in her office, and then leave for the day. "Janet?" asked Ronald Jarvis, the company president. "Yes, Ron." "Could you stay for a moment, please?" he asked. "Sure," Janet answered, not moving from her seat as the others left. Janet studied Ron's face, wondering what he wanted. Was she going to get canned again? "Janet," he said when they were alone, "you've done a fine job here. I admit that I was a little skeptical of the way you were brought on board, but you've proven yourself." "Thank you," Janet answered. "Which is why I'd like to expand your position to full time. You'll get a bigger office, a car, an expense account, and travel too. You've earned it." "Thank you, Ron, but no. I have to refuse, I'm sorry," Janet said in reply. "But why?" "Ron, I don't need the money, I'm quite well set in life. I have something else in life that occupies most of my time, so this is a nice change of pace for me, really. But I don't want one to impact on the other." "The job is always open, if you want it," he said, disappointment clearly evident on his face. "Thank you," Janet answered. They left the boardroom together, making small talk. Janet checked in with her secretary, did some minor paperwork, and was off the premises by two PM. Driving back to the estate, with her briefcase on the car's floor, Janet wondered just how Ron might react if he knew that one of the company's stockholders, Jessica Danvers, was Janet's slave. Just before her vacation to Stephanie, Jessica had stayed over for two days. Jessica had been naked, collared, and kneeling on the floor with a ball gag in her mouth, waiting to serve her Mistress. Now that was a thought! Later that evening, after doing her Domme work at home, Janet changed into a modest designer dress. Then she picked up Jessica at her home, and they drove together to the fundraiser. The Cultural Center was a place for artwork, concerts, and book readings. As a member of Greenwich society, Janet had contributed. Now, she was expected to make an appearance. Janet recognized some of the people there from the newspapers, and Jessica could identify almost everyone there. In her position as a Domme, Janet had kept a low profile in Greenwich. She was polite when introduced, and when someone tried to draw her into conversation she politely answered a few questions and moved on. She was known as the woman who had inherited the Riken Estate, and little else. Janet was determined to keep it that way, which was why her job was so important as a cover story. After an hour and a half, with the band playing in the background, Janet was about to seek out Jessica and suggest that they leave. Janet did not have any sessions planned for tonight, so she wanted just to sleep. She got a drink from a passing waiter, and stood, alone for a moment. "Janet Davis?" asked a female voice, behind her. "Yes," Janet answered, turning to face the woman. Her companion was a smartly dressed woman in a designer gown, which Janet had glimpsed twice in the last hour. She was in her thirties, with an attractive figure (Janet undressed every woman with her eyes), black hair, a pretty face with high cheekbones, and red lips. "Could I speak to you privately?" she asked. "I'm really just about to leave," Janet replied as she sipped at her drink. "It's about a business and personal matter." "What can I do for you?" asked Janet, ready to give the woman Blanca's number, and let her lawyer warn this person off. "My name is Cheryl Branford. Here is my card," she said, pressing it into Janet's hand, "read the front and back." On the front was Cheryl's name and phone number. On the back, neatly typed, were the words: Mistress Janet Davis, I know all about you. If you wish to remain a Mistress, I want to be trained as your slave. Else I will expose you. Janet's blood ran cold when she read the words, even though it was quite warm. The sweat on her back suddenly turned to ice. "Do we understand each other?" asked Cheryl. "Is this some kind of joke?" Janet asked. "No joke," answered Cheryl, "I'm deadly serious." "I don't know what you're talking about." "Let's not play games, Mistress," Cheryl softly replied. "What do you want, money?" asked Janet, suddenly afraid of blackmail. "It's not money that I'm after, Mistress. I'll even give you the usual gift that your other affluent slaves bestow on you. I want to be trained by you, no other Mistress will do." "This isn't how I work," Janet answered. "Then you'll just have to learn to accept me, Mistress. That is unless you want me to expose you as a Dominatrix in public and face the embarrassment. You have my number, call me to arrange a schedule. I'll be waiting. You have a week, do you understand?" "Yes," Janet answered. "Lastly, you must not tell Mistress Blanca Sanchez or Mistress Stephanie Richards about me, or have me investigated in any way. I shall tell you this again in a package that I will have delivered to your house on Monday morning." "Why?" "That's for me to know, Mistress Janet. I'll expect your call in the next few days." With the threat still in the air, Cheryl walked away, just in time for Jessica to suddenly appear at her side. "Janet?" asked Jessica, "Are you all right? You look like you've seen a ghost." "No. Please drive me home, Jessica. I don't feel very well." "Yes, Mistress," answered Jessica softly. Later than evening, after Janet had tried to sleep, she awoke at 2 AM. Her sleep had been filled with nightmares, which made her feel even worse. Tina had slept in her own room, and had not asked Janet what was wrong when she locked herself in her bedroom sobbing. Janet put on a light robe and slippers, and walked down to the kitchen for a drink. After a glass of water, she went to the library, and poured a large sherry. "Now what?" Janet asked herself. Janet walked to the wall safe, unlocked the wooden panel, and then opened the safe itself. She removed the first of Erica's Diaries, and seated herself behind the desk. Taking a deep breath and a swallow of sherry, she opened it to the first page, and began to read............... End of Challenge Chapter One PT2