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Chapter 3: The Interview

Part One: The Gordian Knot

Monday June 8, 1998

	Mistress Janet sat behind the library desk, staring at the
photographs and file on the blotter.  The pictures and personal information
had been delivered to Janet's estate Monday morning by a messenger service,
and Tina had signed for them and given the large envelope to her Mistress.
When Janet opened the envelope and removed the manila folder, it had taken
all of her strength not to display her shock to Tina.

	Instead, she had fled to the sanctuary of the library, and closed
the doors behind her.  As long as she was inside, it would take something
important for Tina to intrude.  So Janet could study the file in peace, at
least for a while, before she decided on just what to do next.

	Inside the folder, which tab bore the label "Branford, Cheryl" was
all of the usual information that Janet would have about a new slave.
Pictures of her, clothed and naked, complete with measurements.  A recent
medical report.  A lengthy biography, beginning with her date of birth
(August 1963), her education (a degree at Stamford University), and a job
history.  Lastly, there was a sealed envelope on which was typed "Mistress
Janet Davis."

	`How in hell does this woman know what information I need before
taking on a new slave?' Janet thought to herself.  `Everything here but the
final interview and her explanation before going under the lash for the
first time!'

	Of course, Janet had written her explanation on her second day in
slavery, after having seen Tiffany used in the Dungeon.  Janet, as
Mistress, always provided a demonstration to a new prospect before putting
them under the lash.  This gave them a chance to see a scene, and to back
out.

	A few did, thanking Janet for her honesty.  But the rest, just like
Janet herself, had stayed.  Then they were forced to write a lengthy bio
before going under the whip.  It was, Janet thought, the only really
practical way of working.

	Sitting back in her chair, Janet gazed at the pictures, which must
have been taken by a professional photographer.  It was the nude
photographs of Cheryl that worried Janet most.  She was seen standing up,
seated at a chair, and finally reclining on a couch.

	`Why should a woman do that?' Janet asked herself silently, `to be
sent to a complete stranger?  And a Domme at that?'

	Janet studied the photographs, trying to connect them to the few
seconds of conversation that she had with Cheryl.  She looked carefully at
Cheryl's eyes and face, her body language, the way that she held herself.
The manner that she displayed her bare body, breasts and sex, even her
bottom.

	`Surely she knows that I am going to mark and use that body of
hers, to stripe and leave welts on her flesh,' Janet thought to herself,
`why?'

	What sort of woman, a wealthy woman at that judging by her job
history, be doing forcing herself on Janet?  Cheryl lived in California,
and Janet would have to check the address.  But it was obvious that she
lived in an affluent manner.

	Cheryl could have any Domme she wanted, so why had she come East to
impose herself on Mistress Janet Davis?

	The woman was quite pretty, and had a beautiful body.  A good
figure, moderate sized breasts, a narrow waist, tight ass, and pretty legs
made her a nice looking girl.  An attractive face, with high cheekbones and
a mane of black hair made her quite good looking.

	Janet again considered Cheryl's date of birth.  Cheryl was 35, and
here she was placing herself in submission to a Mistress.  Janet recalled
that she had been 25, and sexually bored, when she had been introduced to
Mistress Erica.  Here she was at age 31, a successful Domme, and Cheryl was
older than her by a few years.

	So why did this woman want to submit to Mistress Janet Davis?  What
had driven her from her home in California to Greenwich?  To come out of
the blue, and threaten Janet with exposure.

	Why?

	If Cheryl had come to her via the usual route, recommendation from
another one of her slaves, or from another Domme, there would have been no
problem.  Instead, it was a mystery.  And Janet hated mysteries.

	"Okay, Mistress Janet, what next?" Janet asked herself.

	Janet opened the envelope, and inside was a typed letter.  Janet
read:

	Dear Mistress Janet,
	Enclosed you will find all of the usual relevant information that
you require for a new slave in training.  If you wish any additional
information, you may contact me and I will gladly provide it.
	Under no circomestances are you to reveal my presence to Mistress
Blanca Sanchez and Mistress Stephanie Richards, two Dommes who I know you
are connected with.
	Lastly, if I hear that you have engaged any kind of private
detective or law enforcement to check up on me in any way, I will expose
you as promised.

								Cheryl
Branford

	Janet felt like balling up the letter and hurling it across the
room.  Ever since she had met Cheryl, she had briefly entertained the idea
of having Cheryl investigated in some manner.  However, Cheryl had already
anticipated that avenue!

	Exhaling in frustration, Janet got to her feet to pace the library.
What the hell was she going to do now?

	In all her time as a Domme, she had never heard of this particular
problem ever coming up.  It was one thing to get blackmailed.  But Cheryl
was willing to pay her for being trained!

	Janet felt boxed in.  Every avenue that she would have taken had
been blocked or anticipated by Cheryl Branford.  There was only one thing
now that Janet could do, which would be to take Cheryl on and hope for the
best.  After all, Cheryl had said that if Janet trained her, then Janet's
position would be safe.

	Just yesterday, Janet thought, she had been secure wearing
Stephanie's chains.  Today, somehow, nothing seemed secure just now.

	Janet seated herself again behind the desk and picked up the
cordless phone, and dialed Cheryl's number.

	"Cheryl Branford."

	"This is Janet Davis calling."

	"I was waiting to hear from you.  Did you get my package this
morning?"

	"Yes," Janet answered.

	"Is that all of the usual information that you require?"

	"Yes, how did you know?"  Janet asked.

	"That's my affair," replied Cheryl, "have you made your decision?"

	"Yes, I'll do as you ask," Janet softly replied.

	"Good.  When do you want me to drive over?" Cheryl asked.

	"I usually send a car."

	"But I know about you, Janet.  That won't be necessary."

	"Yes it will be.  My Maid and assistant, Tina, will know that
something's not right if you just come on your own.  I have a standard
operating procedure.  And you will be just one more new slave."

	"I understand.  When do you want me?" asked Cheryl.

	"Since I already have your address, tomorrow at 9PM, for an
interview.  After that, I'll schedule your first session for the weekend.
The car will be at your place at eight fifteen."

	"Thank you," said Cheryl.

	"Be prepared to learn," Janet advised.

	"I will, Mistress."

	Janet then cut the connection, and placed the receiver on the desk.
Who was really in control here?  Mistress or slave?  Janet sat back in her
chair, comparing just how popular culture made Dominatrixes out to be some
kind of all-powerful Amazons.  When in reality, D/s was a complicated
interplay between Dominant and submissive.

	But that didn't solve her immediate problem, which was Cheryl
Branford.  Janet was interrupted by a knock on the door.

	"Come," Janet ordered, glad for the interruption.

	The door opened to admit Tina, who brought in a tray of coffee and
cookies.

	"Mistress, can I offer you something?" asked Tina.

	"Thank you Tina, that was very nice," said Janet as she folded the
letter and replaced it inside the envelope, "place the tray on the table,
and pull up a chair."

	Tina did as she was ordered, and poured Janet a cup of coffee and
selected a few cookies on a dish, and handed both to Janet.  Only after
Janet had taken a few sips of the steaming black liquid and approved did
Tina pour a cup also then sat down as well.

	"Why the treat?" asked Janet.

	"You seemed a little down, Mistress," Tina answered, concern
evident on her face.

	Since she had become a Domme, Janet had become an expert on reading
body language and facial expressions.  She had to be, to properly gauge a
slave's reactions.  During interviews, under the lash, while being sexually
used, even while sleeping.  Janet had learned about the fine line between
pleasure and pain, and what she had to do with her slaves.

	"Thank you Tina.  I'm sure that you'll quickly replace the five
pounds I lost while being in servitude to Stephanie."

	"Yes, Mistress.  Is that file for a new slave?" asked Tina,
indicating the pictures on the desk.

	"Yes," Janet answered, passing her the pictures and bio.

	"Very pretty," commented Tina, "I wonder why she wants to be a
slave?"

	"We'll know tomorrow when she comes for an interview, and then
perhaps I'll make her stay the weekend to be used."

	"Haven't had a novice for a long time, Mistress," observed Tina.

	"No, I guess not," smiled Janet in response.

	They both finished the coffee and cookies together, and Tina piled
the cups and saucers on the tray.

	"Thank you, Tina," said Janet.

	"You're welcome, Mistress Janet," Tina answered as she left the
library and closed the door.

	In the years that they had been together, Janet had made Tina her
assistant.  If Janet had been a selfish, wanton Mistress, she would have
used Tina again in the library for a quick orgasm or two.  And Tina, as
slave, would have had to oblige her, delaying her tasks.  Tuesday afternoon
Tina had requested that she have off, and Janet had agreed, giving her the
Toyota.  Janet even wanted her to have the BMW, but Tina had refused.  Tina
would finish up her chores, get dressed, and have a few hours personal
time.

	Janet exhaled, and realized that she was behind on writing the
reports on her own slaves.  In addition, she had to answer correspondence
from other Dommes.  Finally projects from her cover job as well.

	It was going to be a long time until tomorrow evening, and Janet
was more scared that she had ever been in her time as a Domme.

	* * * * *
	Janet and Tina watched the limousine pull up from the front
windows.  Tina was dressed in a normal Maid's outfit of black satin,
stockings, and modest heels.  Janet had decided that a regular white silk
blouse and black leather skirt would be just fine.

	"Conduct our new prospect into the library," Janet ordered, as she
walked to the library.

	"Yes, Mistress," said Tina as she walked outside to help Cheryl,
who was wearing the dark glasses that cut off her sight.

	Janet closed the library door behind her, then seated herself
behind the desk and turned her chair around so that she was facing outside.
In a few moments, she heard a knock on the doors.

	"Enter," Janet ordered.

	She heard the footsteps of two people enter the library and come to
rest in front of her desk.

	"Mistress Janet, Cheryl Branford is here," said Tina.

	"Thank you," said Janet as she swiveled the chair around to face
her companions.

	Janet surveyed Cheryl, still as beautiful as she had been the
previous night.  She was wearing a blue dress, with a matching handbag and
heels.  Her lips were colored with a bright red lipstick, her hair was set,
and she exuded a trace of expensive perfume.

	"Welcome.  I am Mistress Janet Davis. Tina, you may leave us,"
ordered Janet.

	"Yes, Mistress," said Tina as she closed the library door.

	"Now then.  We can be alone, take a seat and we can talk in
private."

	"Yes, Janet," Cheryl answered.

	"That was your first mistake, Cheryl.  You must address me as
Mistress while you are in this house."

	"I'm sorry, Mistress," answered Cheryl as she seated herself.

	"Why are you here?" demanded Janet.

	"To serve, Mistress," answered Cheryl.

	"You live in California, yet you have come to Connecticut.  You are
wealthy enough to have any Domme you want.  Why do you want my services?"

	"I'm told that you are one of the best; Mistress Janet."

	"So you have come clear across the country to be my slave?  You'll
have to do better than that, Cheryl," criticized Janet.

	"I have my reasons which I shall disclose at the proper time,"
Cheryl answered.

	"Really, and when will that be?" Janet asked.

	"At the end of my successful training as your slave, providing you
fulfill my conditions."

	"And what would they be?" questioned Janet.

	"I ask three things," began Cheryl, "first that you train me like
any of your other slaves.  Second that when I'm ready, you loan me to
another Mistress, but not to Blanca or Stephanie.  I understand that's
quite a normal procedure to loan out a slave to experience a new Mistress.
Third, when I have been fully trained, I shall extract a price from you.  I
want to see just how devoted to the idea of being a Dominatrix you are."

	"That's quite a list of demands," countered Janet, "why can't I
tell my two closest friends about you?"

	"That's my affair."

	"What kind of price are you talking about?" Janet asked, "money?
Blackmail?"

	Cheryl opened her designer purse and removed an envelope, which she
lightly tossed onto Janet's desk.  It landed, right on target, in front of
Janet.

	"I said I was willing to pay," said Cheryl, "I believe that's your
usual fee for taking care of your wealthy clients, Mistress Janet."

	"I can still refuse, I don't like any of this," angrily replied
Janet.

	"I could still expose you," threatened Cheryl.

	"Yes, you could.  Except that I'm rich enough myself never to have
to worry about working again.  It might be a little embarrassing, I would
have to stop for a while, perhaps set up shop elsewhere.  But then you
wouldn't get trained by me, would you?"

	"That's true, Mistress.  So in exchange for my silence, I would
like to be trained, Mistress Janet."

	"If I accept, your silence in exchange for training, then you must
be like all of my other slaves.  You must obey me; take all of my orders,
and discipline.  Allow yourself to be used by me, or my Maid, or any of my
Domme friends.  Do you understand?"

	"Yes, Mistress.  I accept all of your conditions in order to be
your slave," replied Cheryl.

	Janet paused to look carefully at her new prospect, who she hoped
was sincere and honest.  She didn't have any of the signs of someone lying
to her.

	"What makes you think that you are worthy of serving me?" asked
Janet.

	"I don't know, Mistress."

	"Good.  I prefer honesty.  Have you ever served a Mistress before?
Been spanked?  Naked in front of other women?" demanded Janet.

	"No, Mistress, never."

	"Excellent.  I have not had the pleasure of training a novice for
quite some time."

	"I'll try to be a good slave, Mistress," said Cheryl, sudden fright
in her voice.

	"If you become a slave, there will be all of that, and more.  You
will be kept naked, or any way that I desire.  You will be used, sexually.
Punished physically with anything from a hairbrush to a whip, and covered
in red welts.  Is that what you desire?"  Janet demanded.

	"Yes, Mistress," Cheryl answered.

	"I shall use you in any way that I want.  You shall learn your
limits, and a safeword beyond which you will not be used.  Do you
understand?"

	"Yes, Mistress."

	"You can still back out now," Janet pointed out, "except that since
you've pressured me to train you, I don't think that you'll want to leave."

	"Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl.

	"Ordinarily, at this time, I would ask that my Maid serve as a
little demonstration.  But I'm a little tired of using my devoted slave
Tina to serve as my whipping girl.  Since you're so enthusiastic about
being my slave, why don't you remove all of your clothes so that I can see
what a lovely body you have?  That's not a polite request, Cheryl, that's
an order," coldly said Janet.

	Janet noted that Cheryl appeared to be stunned by her order, and
visibly shaken.  It was direct, and to the point.

	"You do want to serve a Mistress, now don't you?" said Janet, "are
you disobeying my first order?" Janet asked in a stern tone of voice.

	"I....."

	"Strip, slave, and quickly," commanded Janet as she removed a
riding crop from the top drawer of her desk, and displayed it to her
companion.  Janet placed it over the envelope that Cheryl had tossed on the
desk.

	Casually, Janet took the envelope from the desk and opened it with
a letter opener.  Inside were several brand new hundred-dollar bills, crisp
from the bank.  Whoever Cheryl was, she didn't want for money.

	"I gave you an order, slave," said Janet coldly.

	Cheryl removed her heels, then stood up and unzipped her dress,
which she carefully placed on the chair.  She removed her bra, and then her
pantyhose and panties.  In a matter of moments she was naked before Janet.

	"Turn around slowly, with your hands clasped behind your head.  I
want to inspect you," ordered Janet.

	If the photographs showed Cheryl as lovely, in person she was one
of the most beautiful girls that Janet had ever seen.  Janet desired
nothing more than to have this beauty service her.  But that would come
later.  After Cheryl had her first taste of the whip and crop.

	Cheryl did as she was told, slowly displaying herself.  The
photographs didn't lie at all.  When she was done, she again faced Janet,
but did not look at her directly.

	"Very good," said Janet as she rose from her chair, "now we move
on."

	Janet circled Cheryl two times, before she finally stood in front
of her.  Janet reached out, and took Cheryl's right breast in her hand,
squeezing it slightly.  Cheryl gave her no response.  Janet then pinched
Cheryl's erect nipple, making her flinch.

	"There is more to come."

	With her index finger, Janet traced the outlines of Cheryl's
breasts, her underarms, and her flat stomach.  Then she felt Cheryl's ass,
finally giving her a mild swat on her behind.

	"Owww!" cried Cheryl.

	"Place your hands on the desk, with your legs spread," coldly
ordered Janet.

	Cheryl did as she was told, and stood in silence, waiting for
Janet's next move.  Her breathing was already rapid and short.

	Janet then pushed Cheryl downwards, and she complied quickly.

	Janet opened Cheryl's ass cheeks, and peered at her puckered anal
opening.  Just for good measure, she swatted Cheryl's behind a couple of
more times.

	"You'll have to keep that behind of yours clean," commented Janet,
"lest I make you wear a butt plug all day.  Do you understand?"

	"Yes, Mistress."

	Then Janet reached between Cheryl's legs to her sex, and played
with her pussy lips.  Then Janet held Cheryl's outer lips between her
fingers and squeezed tightly.

	"Owww!" cried Cheryl.

	"Silence!"

	Janet then pushed her fingers inside Cheryl's already wet sex, and
then pressed Cheryl's clit, making her move in response.

	"Stand still, slave.  You wanted to serve a Mistress, didn't you?"

	Continuing, Janet pressed further, digging her nails into Cheryl's
labia, finally making her cry out, tears flowing from the corners of her
eyes.  Which was exactly what Janet had wanted.

	"At least you're not a virgin," observed Janet as she pressed her
nails into Cheryl's nether lips.

	"Owww!" cried Cheryl.

	Janet then delivered four swats with the flat of her hand to
Cheryl's bottom, one after another, steadily increasing the force of each
blow.

	Swat!

	Swat!

	Swat!

	Swat!!

	"Owwww!" cried Cheryl.

	"Silence until you are spoken to," said Janet, "or I'll strike you
again, and much harder."

	The final blow had been delivered with such force that Cheryl lost
her footing and staggered under the impact.  Her bottom was now a nice
shade of red and would be sensitive for days to come.  Cheryl would now
have a reminder of her first visit with Mistress Janet.

	"If you react this way now," suggested Janet, "how will you react
when a whip wraps itself around you?  Or when I deliver one series of
strokes after another with the riding crop?  How will you hold up then?"
demanded Janet.

	"I, I don't know, Mistress Janet," stammered Cheryl.

	"Good," said Janet, "you may stand back up."

	Janet faced Cheryl, and placed her hand under Cheryl's chin.  Then
she reached forward, and planted a kiss on Cheryl's mouth.  When Cheryl
responded, Janet forced her tongue inside Cheryl's mouth, holding her
tightly.

	Finally, Janet released Cheryl, and left her gasping for breath.

	"I can use any part of your body at any time, for whatever reason.
I can place you in a constricting corset for weeks to alter your figure.
Perhaps a dildo up your cunt all day and perhaps a butt plug in your
behind.  Maybe I'll whip you for my own amusement and pleasure till you are
covered in red stripes.  As your Mistress I can do anything else that I
might desire to do with your body.  Do you think that you are equal to
being used like that?" Janet questioned.

	"I'll try, Mistress Janet."

	"Good," said Janet as she resumed her seat, "what were your plans
for this weekend?"

	"I wanted to see some friends on Long Island, Mistress."

	"Cancel them," Janet bluntly ordered, "one of my most loyal slaves
has had a family problem, and could not be with me.  You shall now have
your desire, Cheryl.  This shall be your first weekend with me as your
Mistress.  You will be here from Friday night until Sunday at noon.  You
will work naked with my Maid, who will have the freedom to use you.  I
shall whip and crop you, chain you at night, use your body in any way that
I want.  Do you understand?"

	"Yes, Mistress," tearfully answered Cheryl.

	"This is your final chance to back out.  Be warned that you are
going down a dangerous path, and when you finish, it will be too late,"
stressed Janet.

	"I want to be trained as your slave, Mistress Janet."

	"Good, then get dressed and I shall call the car for you," Janet
answered, "and beginning Friday, your life shall never be the same again."
	* * * *
	"If you were still wearing my collar, Janet, I'd pick up a crop and
give you a good thrashing," said Stephanie as she rested on the bed, "for
being such an uninspiring lover this evening."

	Janet and Stephanie were in Janet's bed, after a night out together
that had begun with Dinner, a late movie, then drinks and finally
lovemaking at Janet's Mansion.  Their date had been arranged long before,
and Janet had been looking forward to it.  Unfortunately Cheryl's arrival
had unsettled her composure.

	"I'm sorry, Stephanie," apologized Janet.

	"What's wrong Janet?" asked Stephanie.

	"Nothing."

	"Liar."

	"Just worried about something, that's all," Janet lied.

	"The last time that you were silent about something was Erica's
grand plan to have you and Tiffany compete to replace her.  I hope it isn't
something like that," commented Stephanie.

	Stephanie rolled onto Janet, enfolding her into her arms.  The bed
was a mess, the sheets wet with their sweat and secretions; the usual
result of their lovemaking together.

	"Let me give you a massage," offered Stephanie.

	Janet turned over onto her stomach, and Stephanie straddled her.
Stephanie's firm hands began to massage and knead Janet's back.

	"You're a mass of tension," commented Stephanie.

	"Guess so," Janet answered.

	Stephanie continued to massage and knead the muscles on Janet's
back, gradually loosening up the tension.  Janet relaxed under her friend's
efforts.

	"That's better," commented Stephanie, "relax, and that's an order!"

	"Yes, Mistress."

	"I'm going one day to have to send you Wendy," offered Stephanie.

	"Who's that?"

	"One of my slaves, she's a masseuse at a local health club.  She
can do wonders with her hands and some scented oil.  But she's very
particular, though."

	"How?" Janet asked.

	"Only, and I say only, use your hand, a leather covered paddle, or
a riding crop on her.  Nothing else!  She hates the whip, period!"

	"We have to abide by her wishes," said Janet.

	"That's better, now turn over," ordered Stephanie.

	Janet did as she was told and Stephanie began to suck on Janet's
right nipple, quickly making it erect from her attentions.  One of her
hands reached under the sheet, and began to fondle Janet's engorged sex.

	"Wet little minx, aren't you?" asked Stephanie.

	"Yes, Mistress," Janet answered.

	"Since you serviced me so indifferently, perhaps I can make you
feel a little better," said Stephanie.

	"Thanks, lover," said Janet.

	Somehow, it wasn't the sex that Janet wanted from Stephanie.
Rather, she wanted just being in bed with her best friend holding her
close.  She stroked her friend's hair and shoulders, and held Stephanie
tightly to her.

	`Why,' Janet asked herself, `do I have to face these problems as a
Domme?  First she had won Erica's competition, and now Cheryl confronted
her with a mystery?  No other Mistress seems to be confronted with them.'

	Janet laid back in bed, allowing Stephanie to work on her sex.  All
of Janet's troubles were eased for a while as Stephanie buried her face
between Janet's thighs and began to work on her sex.  Soon, Janet felt wave
after wave of orgasm wash over her.

	`Has it really been four years since Erica's faked death, and
Stephanie becoming my best friend?' Janet asked herself.

	"Stephanie," Janet asked, "please kiss me, instead."

	Stephanie was soon kissing Janet, who was lying on the pillows.
Janet tasted herself on Stephanie's lips.

	"Thank you for being my friend, Stephanie," said Janet, as she held
her lover close to her.

	"You're welcome, lover."

	Janet held Stephanie close to her, and she clung to her tightly.
Janet longed to tell Stephanie the truth, just as she had during Erica's
competition.  But she held back, and let sleep claim her instead.  She
drifted off, the sounds of the night coming from the open window.

	The End of "The Challenge" Chapter Three Part One