Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2017 07:49:25 +0000 (UTC) From: sfmaster <sfmaster@att.net> Subject: Challenge CH05 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 that prohibits such behavior, stop reading immediately!!! "The Challenge" Chapter Five PT1: The Test of Wills 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 CH05: The Test of Wills Part One: Submission Friday July 10, 1998 Janet sat behind the library desk, chewing on a pencil. She had watched from the windows as Cheryl's limousine had pulled up to the landing; and Tina had then conducted her into the house. Outside, the rain was pouring down in sheets and flashes of lightning and sounds of thunder could be heard. In short a typical summer thunderstorm for this time of year. Her only concession to her Domme status was that she was wearing a leather skirt and silk blouse, with stockings and modest heels. Which was perfectly ordinary dress for a date. Given the summer heat, she had told Tina just to wear a normal outfit, not made of any fetish fabric. True, the house was air-conditioned; but Tina still had looked disappointed by Janet's orders. Janet had noticed that Cheryl had worn a rubber mackintosh raincoat. Once Tina had taken Cheryl into one of the bedrooms to be stripped and readied for use, Janet had looked over the coat in the hall closet. It was an expensive ladies English coat that Janet had seen when she had vacationed in London the previous year. The only reason that Cheryl could have chosen to wear such a coat would have been to antagonize Janet in some fashion. Janet had specifically ordered her newest slave NOT to purchase or wear any fetish or scene attire at home without her permission. She recalled Erica's surprise when her Mistress had discovered just what Janet had been doing at home by herself; and the punishment that she had received for it. Resuming her library chair, Janet opened the manila file that she had on Cheryl. Inside was all of the information that Cheryl herself had provided, plus everything that had been added since. "Why, Cheryl, why?" Janet asked herself, softly. During the past four weeks, Janet had introduced Cheryl to the world of submission. Cheryl had been stripped of her clothes, made to wear a collar and bracelets, and used. She had borne the crop and the lash, had her breasts and sex used by Janet and Tina, and was in the process of being trained. The strange part of this entire situation was that Cheryl was actually responding well to her training. She bore her marks well; Tina had informed Janet that she was now ready for her bed; and Janet was now ready to probe her bottom and other actions. But none of that answered the question of who she was and why! Janet reflected that if she had been Lauren, Cheryl would have been whipped until she bled to force Cheryl to confess her reasons. Instead, here was Janet, wearing her Domme outfits and heels, at the mercy of her submissive. Cheryl had not once threatened since her initial interview to expose Janet. Janet thought that she would bring it up at every chance. Instead, Cheryl had gone tight-lipped into her training, obeying every order given to her. Until now, with the raincoat. Should Janet even bring it up to her? Make it an issue, and thrash her for it? Or just ignore it totally, and get on with her usual schedule with Cheryl? No, Janet decided that Cheryl had done this deliberately. Just as Cheryl had come out of the blue to impose herself on Janet, now she was defying a specific order. In less then just a month, she had broken one of Janet's rules. But what would be the correct course of action? Beating her harshly in the Dungeon? Denying her sexual release? Locking her in the cell all weekend? Janet reopened Cheryl's file looking for something that simply wasn't to be found. There was something in Cheryl's life that had propelled her to seek out Janet in particular. And Mistress Janet Davis could not afford the luxury not to know why. * * * * * "Enter," Janet ordered. Tina led Cheryl into the library, as usual. Cheryl was naked, and collared, with her wrists locked behind her back in a set of leather bracelets. Her ankles were locked in a similar set, and her feet were locked into a pair of high-heeled shoes. She was quite helpless in her current state. "Thank you, Tina," said Janet, "on your knees, Cheryl!" Tina pushed Cheryl to her knees on the carpeted floor, and stood in silence awaiting Janet's next command. "Good evening, Mistress Janet," greeted Cheryl. "Good evening, slave," said Janet in return, "you have been my slave for just one month, and you have already displeased me." "Mistress?" "That rubber mackintosh you just wore, shall I get it out of the closet? I gave you specific instructions that you were not allowed to wear anything made of leather, rubber, or PVC except shoes. And you have deliberately disobeyed one of my instructions to you." "Mistress, I wore it because it was raining!" protested Cheryl. "You break my heart, Cheryl. That's a special English mackintosh raincoat made by a firm in London that's not even imported into the United States. You didn't buy that at Macy's." While she was talking, Janet opened the top drawer of the desk and removed the small crop that she always kept there. She held it between her hands, and flexed the rod to display her power. "Mistress?" asked Cheryl. "This is not a game, Cheryl, you have come here of your own volition. You have displeased your Mistress by a deliberate act of disobedience, even though until now you have performed quite well. For that, you are going to be punished." "Mistress, no! I didn't mean any harm or disrespect!" Janet rose from her seat, and walked over to Cheryl. She placed the tip of the crop under Cheryl's chin and forced Cheryl to look directly at her. "What did you think that you were doing then? This isn't a trivial matter that you are involved in but deadly serious business," lectured Janet to her captive. "What are you going to do to me?" asked Cheryl with fear on her face. "Tina," softly asked Janet. "Yes, Mistress." "I want you to hang Cheryl by her wrists from the Dungeon ceiling so that her toes can just touch the floor. Then we'll leave her alone for a while so she can contemplate her disobedience to me." "Yes, Mistress," answered Tina as she pulled Cheryl to her feet, "come, slave." "No, please!" begged Cheryl. "You still haven't learned yet, have you?" asked Janet. "Mistress?" Janet responded to Cheryl by slapping her across the cheeks with a stinging blow that brought tears to her eyes. Then Janet swiftly delivered one stroke with the riding crop across her breasts, leaving a single red stripe behind. "It's time that you learned the true meaning of submission Cheryl, and by your own actions, this weekend you will find out just how strong that you can really be. Take her away, Tina." "Yes, Mistress." Tina pulled the sobbing Cheryl out of the library, and Janet returned to her place begin the desk. She would let Cheryl hang for about an hour, until her arms would feel like they were going to come out of their sockets. Then the real discipline would begin. * * * * * After an hour, Janet walked into the Dungeon. She had changed into a leather bra, a simple skirt, and a pair of modest heels. Hanging from the ceiling chain, as ordered, was Cheryl. She was clearly uncomfortable from her ordeal. While Janet had ordered that she should be left alone, in reality Tina had always been close nearby keeping an eye on Cheryl. Janet reflected that when she had been here hanging in the same position Andrea had been with her. A Domme, a good Domme, should never leave a slave alone and in bondage. Janet looked at the cell, from which she had released Tina from Tiffany's careless action. "Good evening, slave," said Janet. "Mistress, please!" begged Cheryl. Cheryl's ribs showed clearly beneath her skin as she strained for her toes to reach the floor. Sweat ran down her flanks and between her breasts. "Are you more tractable now?" asked Janet. "Mistress, I'm sorry about the coat." "Then where did you buy it?" demanded Janet. "At that rubber shop in London, just like you said. I didn't buy it here, I had to go all the way to London." "Very good, Cheryl. Tina may I have the whip, please?" "Yes, Mistress." Tina removed the whip from the cabinet and handed it to Janet, who ran the oiled leather through her fingers. The whip would leave marks that Cheryl would remember for quite some time. "Kiss the handle," Janet coldly ordered. Cheryl did so, meekly and in silence. "I want you to count out each stroke. Failure to do so will result in five additional strokes. I will indicate when I have finished with you. Understand?" "Will I only be whipped, Mistress?" asked Cheryl. "No, slave. That will be only the beginning." Janet lashed out the whip with a modest stroke, one that had the effect of curling the whip around Cheryl's body. It left a thin red stripe behind. "One!" "Two!" "Three!" "Four!" "Five!" Janet noted that thin beads of sweat had formed on Cheryl's skin, which reflected the Dungeon's lights. "Six!" "Seven!" "Eight!" "Nine!" "Ten!" screamed Cheryl. Janet coiled the whip in her hands, giving Cheryl as rest from her use. Tears dropped from her cheeks onto her breasts. "Thank you, Mistress," said Cheryl, weakly. "Your punishment is not yet over, Cheryl. It has just begun," calmly replied Janet. "Eleven." "Twelve." "Fifteen!" Janet resolved to pause every five strokes to give Cheryl some time to recover. In the last few weeks, Cheryl had been used for progressively longer sessions. Now Janet was going to prove to Cheryl just how much of a submissive that she could be by using her beyond what she thought her limits might be. "Sixteen." "Eighteen." "Twenty." "Twenty-five!" screamed Cheryl, sobbing. "Twenty eight." "Twenty nine." "Thirty!" Cheryl had just undergone thirty strokes of the leather whip; her body was covered in thin red welts. Janet paused to let Cheryl recover her senses. "Thirty one!" screamed Cheryl when Janet started again. "Thirty three!" "Thirty five!" sobbed Cheryl. "Enough!" said Janet as she coiled the whip, "Tina, release her." "Yes, Mistress." Janet held onto Cheryl as Tina activated the motor that lowered the ceiling chain. Cheryl was limp in Janet's arms, almost a dead weight. Janet released her wrists from the chain, and pulled her over to a leather-covered bench, and sat her down, followed by Janet herself. "Tina, get a glass of water," ordered Janet, "and some tissues." "Yes, Mistress." Cheryl burst out into a flood of tears, and Janet held her closely. Their breasts touched, and Janet let Cheryl hold her tightly. Cheryl sobbed, and Tina brought her a box of tissues, which Janet used to dry the tears from her cheeks. "You were very brave, Cheryl," complimented Janet, "and very strong." "I didn't thank you for my punishment!" gasped Cheryl, "please don't hurt me again, Mistress!" "It's all right, Cheryl," soothed Janet, holding her slave close to her. Janet let Cheryl cry it out, she would wait until the woman regained her senses. For Cheryl was on fire, her mind and body ablaze with sensations that she had not felt before. Cheryl had undergone a severe session with a fearful instrument, the whip. Her flesh had been well marked; she had taken thirty-five strokes and had not called her safeword. "Mistress, I'm so sorry, I'll never disobey you again," sobbed Cheryl. "You did very well, Cheryl. You have proved your submission to me. Thank you. Are you all right?" "I think so." "Good enough to go upstairs?" asked Janet. "I think so, can I have a drink?" begged Cheryl. "Of course. Tina, please." Tina held the glass as Cheryl slowly drank the entire glass of water down. The shock that she had undergone was now slowly fading. Cheryl was recovering from her punishment. Janet lifted Cheryl to her feet, and held the slave to closely to her. She gently walked Cheryl to the elevator, and took her to one of the first floor bedrooms. "Mistress?" asked Cheryl, "didn't you want to take me to bed?" "Are you able to make love to me after your ordeal?" "Yes, Mistress. Please?" "Then we'll stay here, not in my bedroom this evening. Let me strip and rub some salve onto your skin. Then we'll see about making love." "Yes, Mistress." Janet walked into the bathroom, and filled a glass of water. In the medicine cabinet, indeed in every one in the house, was a full medical kit that both Janet and Tina had been trained to use by Stephanie in the event of a medical problem. Janet removed a tube of salve, and brought back both to the bedroom. Cheryl was seated on the bed, and Janet passed her the glass. The woman held it for a few moments, her mind off somewhere else. Cheryl drank, without shaking, her grip firm and tight. "Feel better?" asked Janet. "Yes, Mistress." "Am I really hurt?" "No, just shock mostly. You're already over most of it, and you've learned to take the whip. After this, you'll be able to take even longer sessions under the lash, to divorce your mind from your body." "I still hurt," said Cheryl. "I can fix that." Janet removed her shoes and peds, then her leather bra and skirt, and finally stripping off her panties. The aroma of the leather clung to her like a perfume. "On your tummy," Janet ordered. Janet opened the tube of topical anesthetic, and spread some on the welts on Cheryl's back, who moaned in response as it was applied and absorbed into her skin. She soothed the pain, relaxing Cheryl gradually. "Feel better?" "Yes, Mistress, thank you." "On your back," said Janet softly. Janet repeated the treatment that she had given to Cheryl's back. She gently applied the ointment, soothing Cheryl's welts. Janet spread some on her fingertips, and then applied it to the inside of Cheryl's opened thighs. She had carefully delivered a series of strokes that had terminated between Cheryl's legs that had driven the slave to a frenzy of excitement. "Are you all right?" asked Janet. "Yes, Mistress. Make love to me?" asked Cheryl. Janet remembered the times that Erica had whipped her, then soothed before Erica had taken her to bed. Now here she was, Domme herself; doing the same thing with her slaves. "Tina said that you're ready to service your Mistress, Cheryl. Time to prove it."" "Yes, Mistress." Janet lay down on one side of the bed, with her head on the pillow and her legs opened. She had expected that Cheryl would begin by sucking on her clit. Instead, Cheryl began by holding Janet tightly to herself and kissing her on the mouth, their tongues playing together. Cheryl's hands explored Janet's waist, thighs, and sex. Cheryl again kissed Janet on the mouth, then on the cheeks and neck. She sucked and playfully bit one of Janet's nipples, then the other. She left a trail of kisses as she gradually made her way down to Janet's sex. Finally, Janet felt her outer lips being bit and sucked, then Cheryl's tongue on her erect clit. She moaned and bucked as Cheryl serviced her, bringing her to sexual climax. There was no doubt that handing Cheryl over to Tina for this part of her training had been a good idea. First because Tina had proven that she was much better then Janet at teaching lovemaking; and secondly because denying Cheryl the privilege of Janet's bed only made her desire it even more. Just as Erica had done with her! Janet's thighs exploded with one orgasm after another, and Cheryl kept her teeth and tongue busy making sure that her Mistress knew that she had been trained in the arts of love. "Ooooh!" Janet cried as one orgasm after another raced though her body. After what seemed an eternity, Janet was finally spent. There was no doubt that Tina had done her job well. "Thank you, Cheryl," gasped Janet. "You're welcome, Mistress." "Tonight I do something different with you," said Janet. Janet removed a belt from the night table, and strapped it around her waist. She removed another belt, which already had a phallus attached. Janet locked the second belt though her legs, so that the phallus pointed outwards. "Ready, Cheryl?" "Yes, Mistress, please!" said Cheryl as she arranged herself on the bed. Janet climbed onto Cheryl, and guided the erect phallus into Cheryl's wet slit. She didn't even have to check to know Cheryl's condition, as there was no doubt that she was ready and waiting for Janet's next move. Janet pushed the shaft deep between Cheryl's legs, making her moan in response. "Oooooh!" She next began a steady thrusting motion, and Cheryl returned each thrust of Janet's with one herself. Cheryl had become a willing, sensual lover, not just lying there unmoving, as she had done the first time. The erect shaft drove Cheryl wild with passion, and Janet's sweat mingled with Cheryl's own as Cheryl soon bucked and moaned with orgasm. Janet felt Cheryl's fingernails dig into her back, pressing her tighter to her Mistress. "Aaaaah!" Cheryl cried when Janet and the phallus finally drove her to climax. Finally, they lay together, side by side. Cheryl was resting, recovering from the climaxes that had driven her wild with desire. Janet undid the belt from around her waist, and placed the belts back in the night table and the phallus in the bathroom sink. "Mistress?" sleepily asked Cheryl. "Go to sleep Cheryl, I'll use you again tomorrow." "Yes, Mistress." Janet pulled a single sheet over the two of them, and then fell quickly asleep herself. She had not even bothered to chain Cheryl's collar to the ringbolt above the bed. During the night, Janet partially awoke and remembered one of her actions three summers ago......... After a year of being a Dominatrix in her own right, Janet had decided to redo the Dungeons downstairs. She had wanted most to get rid of solitary, that silly vinyl lined prison that had reminded her of an MRI. So she had moved things around a bit and had solitary confinement torn out and had placed a small office and fridge back there. She had a desk, chair, another computer (linked to the main one upstairs); making the whole place quite nice to work. In celebration, she had held a party, inviting many of her Domme friends and subs. They had a BBQ on the sundeck, and when they sun went down, demonstrations in the Dungeons. Late that evening, after all the guests had left and Camille and Tina were cleaning up, Janet and Stephanie were alone in the Dungeon. "Stephanie," Janet began, "are you mad at me for redoing Erica's Dungeons?" "No Janet," answered Stephanie, as she sat on a chair, "I'm not, actually proud of you." "Proud?" Janet asked. "Yes. Had you left the Dungeons exactly like Erica left them, as some kind of Memorial to her, I'd have been very disappointed. You're a different sort of Mistress than Erica was. You are more caring, more sensual. Less addicted to props than Erica was," Stephanie explained. "Do you remember that day shopping?" asked Janet. "How can I forget?" Since she was dispensing with solitary, Janet decided that she wanted to buy a cage of some kind. Since the fetish shops all wanted a premium over what the pet supply shops cost, the two of them had gone to a large pet store. There they found the biggest steel cage for a pet (which was the exact same one from the S&M shop) and Janet looked it over. Finally, she crawled inside and locked the door behind her, explaining that if she was going to place her pet within, she wanted to check it out for herself. The staff had tried to ignore her, and Stephanie tried not to look embarrassed and laugh until Janet had her fill of the cage. Finally, Stephanie let her out, and Janet got to her feet. "Do you want it delivered?" asked the clerk. "I'll call to order it," Janet answered. When they were driving home, Janet said that she was going to dispense with solitary, and she didn't want a cage either, explaining that it didn't fit in with what her idea of what a Mistress should be. "Okay, doggie." "I'm going to paddle your behind for that, Stephanie." "Woof!" Later that night, Janet had fulfilled her promise to Stephanie, who would remember her remarks each time that she sat down for a while to come. End of Challenge CH05 PT1