Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2017 07:47:26 +0000 (UTC) From: sfmaster <sfmaster@att.net> Subject: Challenge CH03 Part 3 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 CH03 The Interview Part 3 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! Challenge CH03 Part 3 Saturday June 13, 1998 Janet awoke on Saturday to the sounds of birds singing through the open window. She had been instructing Cheryl deep into the night, before they had both fallen asleep. Now the bed was a mess, damp with their sweat and juices. She stood up from the bed, wanting not to awaken Cheryl. Nude, her body felt sticky, and Janet desired a hot bath or shower. Janet stretched, admiring her figure in the mirror. `Not bad for a girl from Queens,' Janet thought to herself. "Mistress?" asked Cheryl. "Did I awaken you?" asked Janet. "No, Mistress Janet." "Good. Tina will be along shortly to release and give you a bath. After breakfast, which you and Tina will serve me in the dining room, I want to see both of you in the library. Do you understand me?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good," said Janet as she closed the door to her bathroom and opened the taps. Janet was going to have a nice leisurely long bath, and she selected a cube of lilac scented bath salts, which she unwrapped and tossed into the steaming water. Janet settled into the tub, letting it dissolve away the stickiness on her skin. "Pity this moment can't last forever," Janet said to herself. Janet remembered how Erica had told her that the life of a Domme would sometimes not be an easy one, and she had found that out to be true. Slowly, the story of Erica's competition between two of her slaves had gotten out into the D/s Community. Janet was a skilled Domme in her own right, and she had gradually made a name for herself. But whenever there was a meeting, Janet sometimes heard the whispers that "she was the one, she was Erica's slave" induced a look of awe from other Dommes. After soaking away her cares and washing her long black hair, Janet got dressed in an old shirt and jeans, and lastly a pair of open sandals. Summer was nearly here, after all! Janet went downstairs to the Dining Room, where Tina and Cheryl were waiting. Tina was dressed in a regular maid's uniform, and Cheryl was naked. Janet noted that she was slightly uncomfortable. Good. That was to be expected. The table was set for one, with a glass of orange juice, a copy of the Times and the local Connecticut paper waiting for her. Janet seated herself and sipped at her juice. "Breakfast, Mistress?" asked Tina. "Yes, Tina, thank you. Something different today, how about a cheese omelet?" "Yes, Mistress." Tina scurried out of the Dining Room, followed by Cheryl. Janet smiled as she opened the slim Saturday Times. Normally, they shared breakfast (and most other meals) together in the kitchen, and dropped ceremony, since Tina was her assistant. But when they had a slave in attendance proper respect had to be displayed. In a few minutes, Cheryl set the plates in front of Janet, and bowed. Tina had coached her in what to do while Janet had sat in her bath (another reason not to hurry); doing her job in helping train Cheryl. "Thank you, Tina," said Janet. Janet ate her breakfast in silence, with the two standing at the kitchen door behind her. She poured herself one cup after another of black coffee as she leisurely ate her omelet, home fries, and toast. All the while, reading from the two newspapers. Finally, she finished, and stood up from the table. "That was very nice. After you've cleaned up, please join me in the library," requested Janet. Janet took the papers under her arm, and walked to the library. She was determined to get some work done today, no matter what! Tina and Cheryl, who both waited for her commands, joined her a few moments later. Janet went over the chores that Tina would do today, in a formal manner. Finally, at the end, Janet had a special chore for her assistant. "Tina, there is something else I'd like you to do." "Yes, Mistress," answered Tina. "Cheryl is willing, but inexperienced, in the arts of love. Could you postpone some of your chores this afternoon for a little bedroom training? The next time that I take Cheryl to bed, I want her to know how to satisfy a woman." "Of course, Mistress," Tina replied a smile on her lips. Janet stole a glance at Cheryl. She knew that the crop, then Janet's use of her sex, had first stimulated Cheryl. Then Janet had striped her skin even further teaching her the arts of love, deep into the night. Cheryl was a mass of raging hormones, eager to feel both a crop and a woman again between her legs. Janet knew that Cheryl was probably wet right now, just from being collared and naked. "Good. Then I don't want to be disturbed, except for lunch and dinner. If Cheryl doesn't cooperate while doing household work, you may use the crop as you wish." "Yes, Mistress." "But there is one other thing, though. When you have a break, have Cheryl write down her bio and final interview. You know what to ask," ordered Janet. "Of course, Mistress Janet. Come, Cheryl," ordered Tina. Janet watched as the two left the library and Tina closed the door behind her, and Janet sat back in her leather chair. She sat in the same leather chair, and oak desk that she had inherited from Erica. She had kept them as a tribute to her Domme, now dead two years ago. Pausing, Janet wondered how many times that Erica must have sat behind the desk, attending to her Domme duties. "Oh, well," Janet said aloud to herself, "the bad thing about being in charge is that there's nobody but yourself to tell you what to do." Janet fired up her computer, opened her briefcase from her job, and began to work. She read reports, downloaded files from the main computer, printed out reports, and read them. She considered, made her decisions, and wrote her conclusions. Even though the time glared at her from the computer, and the large grandfather clock ticked away the time, Janet was in her own insulated world of work. It wasn't until hours later that a knock on the door suddenly startled her. Janet nearly jumped out of her chair, and noticed that the clock read 1 PM. She had been working without a break for five hours. "Enter," Janet ordered. "Lunch, Mistress," announced Tina as she brought in a tray. "Thank you, Tina," said Janet as she put away some paper and report, "I guess I clean forgot about the time." "Did you finish?" asked Tina. "Yes, Thank you." Tina set down a tray, and unfolded a linen napkin on Janet's lap. She removed a cover from a steaming cup of soup, next to which was a turkey sandwich and a small salad. Janet inhaled the aroma. "Thank you, Tina. Where is Cheryl?" asked Janet as she picked up the spoon and took a sip. "Chained in the kitchen, Mistress. She's not going anywhere." "Good," said Janet. Janet was so hungry, she simply devoured the cup of soup. But before she could start on the sandwich, Tina placed her hand on Janet's. "Mistress, I think you had better read this," said Tina as she passed over several sheets of paper. "Cheryl's interview?" Janet asked. "Yes, Mistress." "And what do you think?" Janet questioned. "I was very concerned when you told me that you had laid a hand on Cheryl before her submission, even more when you used the crop on her before she wrote her bio. That breaks all established procedure, Mistress." "Get to the point, Tina." "Her bio was lies, Mistress. All lies. The minute I gave her pen and paper she was off writing, like it had been memorized in advance. Normally a slave has to sit and think to dig deep before they can explain why they want to submit. But Cheryl just started writing. No mistakes, nothing crossed out or started over," explained Tina, in a serious tone of voice. "Thank you." "Will you stop training her?" asked Tina. "I can't Tina. For reasons I can't explain, I just have to. You'll have to take my word for it." "I understand, Mistress." "Let me read the interview as I finish the rest of my lunch. How did you get on with the housework?" "Finished. Once lunch is complete, I'll take Cheryl to bed," Tina replied with a smile on her face. "Did you have to use the crop?" Janet asked. "A few times." "How did she react?" "She won't be questioning my authority any more, Mistress Janet," answered Tina, a smile on her face. "Thank you, Tina." Tina left the library, closing the doors behind her. Janet picked up a can of Coke that was on the tray, and took a long sip before she took a bite of the sandwich. Then sat back and began to read Cheryl's interview. It was good all right, Janet thought, very good. Except that Janet had seen similar phrases from other interviews in the past. Janet polished off the sandwich, then started on the salad. She finished one can of Coke, and then opened another. As a joke, Tina had chosen two slices of Melba toast for dessert, which Janet ate anyway. Janet smiled to herself. Sunday night, Tina would pay for her little joke with a paddling on her bottom, which would smart for days afterward. But that was all part of the relationship that they shared together. Mistress and slave; Domme and femme, Lovers. Janet's reverie was disturbed by a knock on the door. "Enter." Cheryl entered, naked. "I'm here to pick up the tray, Mistress," stated Cheryl. "Go ahead," said Janet as she wiped her mouth on a paper napkin. Doing as she was told, Cheryl walked behind Janet and retrieved the napkin that had been on Janet's lap. Janet noted the new stripes on Cheryl's bottom. When Cheryl reached for the tray, Janet pulled Cheryl to her, and traced the new welts on her behind. "How did you get these?" Janet demanded. "I didn't follow an order, Mistress." "And what did you learn from these stripes?" "That I must obey Tina as I do you, Mistress," Cheryl answered. "Good." "Thank you, Mistress." "Go, Cheryl. And learn, lest you give Tina more reasons to stripe your bottom." "Yes, Mistress," said Tina as she picked up the tray. "I expect you to be a satisfying and attentive lover when next I take you to bed, else you will be severely punished," sternly admonished Janet. "Yes, Mistress." "Go," Janet ordered. Janet sat back in the chair, happy that she had not confronted Cheryl about her interview. No, that she would do tomorrow, before she left. Tonight, Janet would have her under the whip. Janet wondered just how strong Cheryl would be when a thin cord of leather would wrap itself around her, leaving a painful stripe behind. Once Cheryl was gone, Janet got up from behind the desk and stretched. Yes, a walk around the estate, maybe even a short drive to get out of the house was called for. Afterwards, some Domme paperwork, then Dinner, then Cheryl's second scene in the Dungeon. It was going to be a very busy evening! * * * * * Mistress Janet admired herself in the bedroom mirror. She had chosen a simple outfit call a "Dominatrix Dress." It was made of PVC, zipped up in the back, had long sleeves, and reached to almost to her knees. Black, it clung to all of her curves, showing off her figure. She wore a pair of nude stockings, and a pair of modest heels. "Could even wear this to a nightclub," said Janet to herself. By now, Tina would have prepared Cheryl, and they would both be down in the Dungeon awaiting her. It had been a very good day, after all. Janet had managed to read all the reports from other Dommes on slaves in training, on meetings that she would have, and other affairs. Beforehand, she had taken a nice short drive in the Miata to refresh herself. Dinner had been interesting, since it had given her the chance to watch Cheryl closely. Janet got the distinct impression that Cheryl was used to being served. Her file indicated that she was rich enough, and was probably born to wealth. Glancing at the clock, which read 10 PM, Janet decided that she had already spent enough time. She exited her bedroom, made her way downstairs, and walked down the steps to the Dungeon. Janet had given Tina strict orders about Cheryl, and she knew that they would be obeyed. In the Dungeon, Cheryl was kneeling on the floor. Over her regular collar Tina had placed a posture collar, one that placed her neck in a straight uncomfortable position. Her hands were locked behind her back, and the collar was locked to a chain from the wall. A leather gag completed her bondage. Cheryl was quite helpless. "Good evening, Tina," greeted Janet. "Good evening, Mistress." "I see that Cheryl is prepared for use this evening. Did she give you any trouble?" asked Janet. "Not after I struck her with the crop a couple of time, Mistress," answered Tina. "And how did her lessons go this afternoon?" Janet asked. "Very well, but she is not ready to share your bed yet, Mistress. Perhaps a few more sessions with me in the arts of love before she will be ready," offered Tina. "I have not yet decided how she will spend the evening," said Janet, "that will depend on our session here tonight." "Yes, Mistress." Janet smiled to herself. Even if Tina has said that Cheryl was ready, it still wouldn't matter. She had already decided that Cheryl would be spending the night chained at the foot of her bed on the floor in order to frustrate her, just as Erica had done with her. No, Cheryl would be driven mad with desire to please her Mistress before Janet would again allow her into Janet's bed. Janet reached down, and pinched Cheryl's right nipple, which was already erect and hard. "Mmmmph!" Janet took hold of the D ring on the posture collar, and pulled Cheryl to her feet. Cheryl shakily rose, her balance off from the posture collar that she wore. "Helpless, aren't we?" stated Janet. With the posture collar around her neck, all that Cheryl could do was to bow her body a little in assent. The gag in her mouth enforced her silence. "You're going to be used tonight, Cheryl, with a whip. I'm going to make you scream, do you understand? You wanted to be here, and so you are. You will now know what it is like to serve me, slave." Janet then unlocked Cheryl collar from the chain holding her to the wall. Tina passed her the keys, and Janet removed the posture collar from around her neck. Pulling her along, Janet positioned her beneath the ceiling chain. She unlocked Cheryl's cuffs from behind her back, then locked them to the chain. Cheryl offered no resistance. "A spreader bar, Tina," ordered Janet. Tina produced what Janet had ordered, and Janet motioned for her to attach it to Cheryl's ankle cuffs. Then Janet activated the motor, and Cheryl was soon suspended on her toes off the floor. She was bound, and totally vulnerable. Janet removed a coiled black leather whip from the wall, and placed its handle under Cheryl's chin. Her eyes were wide from fear. "Is this what you want?" Janet asked. Cheryl nodded yes, and Janet removed the gag from her mouth. Cheryl took several deep breaths, her chest heaving. "Thank you, Mistress Janet." "I hope that you will say that when I have finished," said Janet, "now kiss the whip, my new slave." "Yes, Mistress." "I don't have to feel your cunt to know that you're already wet. That's the first sign that you desire a Mistress," stated Janet. "Yes, Mistress Janet," answered Cheryl. "Prepare to feel the whip," threatened Janet. Janet took a few steps back and let the whip uncoil on the floor. It was long and sinuous, and it gleamed in the lights. Tina kept it well oiled and cared form else she would be the one to feel it's effect! "Yes, Mistress," answered Cheryl, fear evident in her voice. Janet drew the whip back slowly, and then struck forward with a mild stroke that would wrap itself around Cheryl's exposed figure. When the thin leather sailed through the air, it seemed as if time had seemed to stop. Then it impacted and wrapped around Cheryl's exposed flesh. Cheryl screamed more from fright than actual pain. Janet had only used enough force to mark, and not injure. Still, Cheryl was clearly scared to death as the thin leather coiled itself around her naked body, and the tip finally coming to rest between her breasts. Upon impact, it stung, making Cheryl jump in her chains. "Owww!" cried Cheryl. "There is more to come, slave," said Janet with menace in her voice. Janet began to deliver a series of regular strokes with the whip, each of which would land and mark a different place on Cheryl's naked body. Set against the marks from the cropping that Cheryl had received the night before, her skin was no longer virgin. First Janet's use of the crop, then Tina's, and now Janet's use of the whip all had left their mark on Cheryl's exposed body. One stroke after another left its mark on Cheryl's body and Janet delivered each stroke in groups five. She paused after each group, in order to give Cheryl a chance to rest. Janet noted that tears were soon falling from the corners of her eyes, running down her cheeks. After ten strokes, Janet took Cheryl's right breast in her hand, and played with it as if it were a toy. Janet began to squeeze it between her fingers, finally pinching the erect nipple, making Cheryl squeal in response. "Well, Cheryl," Janet began, "now do you understand what it means to be a slave? To lose control of your own body, to be at the mercy of others?" Janet then roughly fondled Cheryl's sex, and then inserted two of her fingers inside her wet slit in the roughest way possible. Cheryl jumped in her chains, startled. "Ahhhh!" cried Cheryl. Janet then repeated what she had just done, only rougher the second time. "Ahhhh!" "Lick my fingers," ordered Janet, as she offered Cheryl her own juices, glistening on Janet's fingers in the light. "Yes, Mistress," cried Cheryl, as she complied with Janet's command. Once finished, Janet again held the whip before Cheryl's eyes. Cheryl was wide-eyed with fear. "You have only had ten strokes for far, Cheryl. I shall now begin again, and use you until I'm satisfied. Do I have your permission?" asked Janet. "Yes, Mistress," tearfully answered Cheryl. Janet then drew the whip again, and delivered another series of five strokes. These she made sure landed between Cheryl's legs, making her jump when the tip hit her sex. Cheryl cried after each stroke, tears falling down her cheeks. Once the five had been delivered, Janet paused. She had sown her mastery over Cheryl. Now it was time to show Cheryl that her own body would crave the pain of the whip, and betray her. "Kiss the handle," sternly ordered Janet. Cheryl eagerly complied with Janet's orders, kissing the braided handle of the whip. "Your nipples are erect, your sex is wet, and your breathing fast. Your body is filled with desire for the pain and pleasure that the lash can bring. Do you now understand what it means to be a slave?" demanded Janet. "Yes, Mistress," tearfully answered Cheryl. "I'm now going to strike you harshly for your last five strokes, Cheryl. You're going to carry these welts for a long time until they heal. But I won't make you bleed, for that is the difference between a good Domme and a bad one. Between discipline and abuse. Be glad that you now serve a Mistress who will teach you the difference," explained Janet. "Yes, Mistress." Janet struck out, making Cheryl scream. Each stroke impacted and left it's mark, but Cheryl's skin was reddened, but not broken. When Janet was done, Cheryl hung limply in her chains. "Kiss the whip," Janet ordered, offering the handle to Cheryl. Cheryl did as she was told, in silence, tears falling down her cheeks. "I don't think that Cheryl will be much use in bed tonight, Tina. Treat her wounds, bathe her, then chain her in a bedroom tonight," Janet ordered, "and you may spend the night with her, since I think that she'll need a shoulder to cry on." "Yes, Mistress," answered Tina. "I'm going to attend to some paperwork in the library, then have a bath, then go to bed. It's been a long day," said Janet as she placed the whip back in its proper place. "Thank you, Mistress," weakly said Cheryl. "You're welcome, slave," replied Janet. Janet's last view of Cheryl that evening was that of Tina releasing her from the bonds that held her from the ceiling chain. Cheryl looked weak and beaten, her eyes dark from the experience that she had undergone. * * * * * Sunday June 14, 1998 Sunday morning, Janet was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of jeans as she sat behind her desk. She was waiting for Cheryl, since she wanted to speak to her before her departure. There was Tina's distinctive knock on the door, perfectly on time. "Enter," Janet ordered. Tina and Cheryl entered the library, Cheryl wearing the same clothes that she had worn on Friday night. "Thank you Tina, we can be alone. Cheryl, you may take a seat." "Thank you, Mistress," said Tina, as she closed the library door. Janet sat back in the chair, and surveyed her companion. Cheryl, now clothed, had regained her composure and bearing, but she still didn't look at Janet directly. "All right, Cheryl," said Janet, "we're alone. Is there anything that you want to say?" "Thank you, Mistress." "No complaints that I used you too harshly?" Janet asked. "No, Mistress. I came to you wanting to be a slave, and I'll accept whatever training you impose." "Good," said Janet, "tonight, or maybe tomorrow, you will experience a strange feeling. You will stand naked in front of a mirror, and trace the marks that I have placed upon you. First, you will feel intense shame. For you will have placed yourself in submission to another woman. But then you will feel intense pride, remembering how my use placed the marks on you." "Yes, Mistress." "Excellent. I shall see you next weekend. Your body now belongs to me, Cheryl. Remember that." "Yes, Mistress." "Go," Janet ordered, "and when you return, your descent into slavery shall continue." Janet watched as Cheryl rose, and left the library. For Janet knew that Cheryl would be back, since Janet had opened a door for her that she had willfully entered. One that there was now no turning back from. * * * * * From the Diary of Cheryl Branford: When the limousine deposited me back at my rented apartment, I ran inside, ready to cry. Just days ago, I had been confident and headstrong. I was going to confront Mistress Janet, fence verbally with her, and coerce her into training me as a slave. But now all I want is to pack my bags, abandon the whole idea, and flee back to California, and the safety of home. When I met Mistress Janet at the Charity event, she looked simply beautiful. Long black hair, a designer gown, handbag and matching shoes, tasteful but not ostentatious jewelry. I made it a point to quickly deliver my message and leave, before her companion, Jessica, might recognize me. Janet looked suitably shocked and stunned, and I vanished as quickly as I could. But it was on Wednesday night when I had my first doubts about this entire idea. We talked, and reached an agreement. I made my demands on her, and she accepted. But nothing I had read, or any of those silly tapes I watched, prepared me for the order to strip. I suddenly felt vulnerable and exposed for the first time in my life. Then she inspected me, fondling my breasts and invading my sex, finally spanking me several times to show her mastery over me. That was, however, just a taste, a prelude, of what was to come! This weekend, I was kept naked, for there is a difference between being nude and naked, collared and braceleted, made to serve and submit, and used. I was beaten with a crop and whip, and the marks burn in my flesh even now. But what has shocked me most was her sexual use of me. I had never been made love to before by a woman, and first Janet, then Tina, took me to bed. My slavery shall include not just physical punishment, but sex as well. How can I deny that I am now sexually attracted to Mistress Janet? Her long black hair, beautiful face and lips, and lush body all make me wet with desire. When Janet took me to her bed, she gave me the best orgasms I ever had in my life. Then, she wanted me to please her. I failed, because of my inexperience, and was beaten with a crop in bed. From now on, Tina shall teach me. I am also frightened that I am also attracted to women sexually, for Janet's use of me has awakened strange repressed feelings that I have tried to keep secret even from myself. Am I attracted to both women and men? Janet's leather clad figure, her breasts and sex, the scent of her body, made me want her. I loved the taste of her sex in my mouth, and want more. When Mistress Janet told me that I should back out, else it would be "too late"; I did not understand what she meant. I fear that I do now! For at the end of my training, I shall be her slave! Back home, when I thought up this idea, I believed that I could make Mistress Janet pay a price to demonstrate her dedication to that title. But I now know that I shall be paying a higher price than she will! For Mistress Janet has already proven herself both as a slave and a Domme, has felt the bite of the lash and crop, endured her bonds, and justly won her position. I do not know whatever possessed me of the idea that I was somehow ever fit to confront her. Even as I write this, I am somehow proud of the red marks on my body, and my sex is wet with desire to please Mistress Janet. Will I really be trained as a slave? Can my body betray my mind, and adapt to the uses I have subjected myself to? Will I eventually crave being bound and whipped? Worst of all thoughts to contemplate would be that if I am trained as a slave, I might forget the reason I have come here. I would enjoy being her slave, serving Mistress Janet both in the Dungeon and her bed. Instead of punishing her, as I fully intend to. The next morning, I took a steaming hot shower, attempting to wash away my emotional confusion with water and soap. After drying my hair in the bathroom, I removed my terry bathrobe. I gasped when I saw my naked reflection in the mirror, seeing the red marks on my skin, the welts from the riding crop and whip. I was ashamed and proud at the same time, just as Mistress Janet said I would be. Then I ran to the bedroom and jumped on the bed beating my fists against the pillows, tears flowing from my eyes. I am terribly afraid of what I have begun. The End of "The Challenge" Chapter Three Part Three