The Challenge
Chapter 06: Triumph and Tragedy
Part One: Family Obligations
June 1983
Wednesday night was the slowest day of the week, so that was the day that
mother and daughter usually met. Each time, they met at a different diner
or restaurant, in a different town or city. Erica had promised Eve that
she would always live nearby, and had rented an apartment in Darien near
where she worked.
After she had begun to serve Master Daniel, she had given up her apartment
in Rye that she had taken as Alana Peters. At least that place had cost
less, and had been closer to Greenwich.
Darien lay further up the coast, and they were meeting for Dinner at a
restaurant in Stamford, midway between Greenwich and Darien. Erica had
returned home, changed, then after fighting traffic arrived at the
restaurant just before seven.
Eve's Mercedes was already in the lot, and Erica knew that her BMW was
probably in the garage, unused. Or rather, Alana's BMW. Erica Riken drove
a Chevrolet, and parked it in the first available spot. She rolled up the
window, grabbed her purse, and locked the door behind her.
The restaurant was mostly empty, and Erica recognized Eve seated in a
booth at the back. She made her way there, and Eve saw her and raised
herself out of her seat to kiss Erica.
"Erica, how nice to see you," greeted Eve.
"Mother," Erica answered softly.
They both sat in the booth together, facing one another. Eve, who was in
her early sixties, looked tired. Erica guessed that there was something
wrong.
"Drink?" asked a waitress, who appeared suddenly.
"Any Tap beer will do," Erica answered.
"One for me also," added Eve.
The waitress took their orders, then walked away, to return quickly with
their drinks. Only after she was gone did they really begin to talk
together.
"How are you doing, Erica? Everything all right?"
"Yes, the man I'm serving now is wonderful, not like the first. He cares
and understands, and uses me properly."
"Does he beat you?" asked Eve.
"Not in the usual sense, that you're thinking about, no. But I get
spanked, cropped, and whipped. Does that answer your question?" Erica
replied.
"How can you talk about something like that so honestly?" Eve questioned.
"Would you rather I lie? This is what I came looking for when I decided
to become Erica."
"Does he make love to you?"
"No, he's married, and his wife is his slave also."
"When a mother talks to her daughter about sex, she expects to hear more
normal things. Like who snores, not her daughter being beaten."
"We've been though this before, Mom. I know that it doesn't make any
sense. But it makes me feel good," stated Erica.
They were interrupted by the waitress bringing their dinners, Eve had
ordered a Chef Salad and Erica a cheeseburger and fries. They both started
eating before conversation resumed.
"I have changed the will to make Erica Riken the beneficiary of my estate,
since Alana Peters was declared dead on the Amazon River," described Eve.
"Thank you," said Erica between bites.
"Erica, I just want to say that whatever you do, I still love you."
"Thanks, Mom."
"Is this what you really want to be? A slave?"
"Yes. I know that it's not rational."
They finished their meal making small talk together, then Eve had to
excuse herself to go to the bathroom. Erica kissed her good-bye, and Eve
left the restaurant first.
While Eve had gone to the bathroom, Erica had searched her mother's purse.
Inside, she found a bottle of nitroglycerine tablets that had not been
there before. Eve did not mention that fact, and Erica's eyes grew moist
from the realization of what this meant.
"Mother," cried Erica, as she pounded her fists on the steering wheel in
the parking lot as she prepared to leave.
Part Two: The Uncertain Slave
June 1983
Erica pulled her car in Keith's driveway, happy that the weekend was here.
Happy again that she could be a slave to Keith, for she now looked forward
to serving her Master.
It had been five months since the party when her former Master Daniel had
publicly given her to Keith when she had refused to let herself be
sodomized in front of others. Daniel had taken special delight, often with
Lauren's urging, to use her in the one way that she detested.
When Keith had told her that she would be serving a proper Master, she
really didn't have any idea what he had meant. Now she did, and was truly
happy as a result.
For the first month, while her injuries from Daniel had healed, Keith had
made her write out extensive biographies of herself. She had been
examined, and all of her sexual feelings brought out in the light of day.
Erica was glad now for the money that she had spent to create her new
identity. When the lawyers had recommended some shadowy people to her, and
a high price, she had balked. What they had done was to create a new
identity for her, then ruthlessly drill it into her after her recovery from
the plastic surgery.
Where she grew up, her schooling and friends. Her grades, boyfriends,
sexual encounters, and all of the other details of ordinary life. At
first, Erica had resented all of this silliness. It was only later that
she learned that the people she had hired were retired agents from the CIA
and Justice Department, who had trained undercover operatives for spy
missions.
Erica was then able to recite from memory her new life, and she believed
that Keith accepted it. He had not asked her about Alana Peters again, but
she always felt that he harbored some doubts about who she really was.
Still, that did not matter. For Keith was a wonderful Master. Every
encounter with him left her satisfied, and wanting more. She adored being
with him, feeling his lash, and following his training. Which often left
her exhausted, and hurting.
She had done the shopping the previous night, and everything was in the
car. She would cook dinner for Keith and Beth!
Erica parked the car and opened the front door of the house, then unloaded
the groceries. She quickly brought them into the kitchen, where Beth had
laid everything out for her in advance.
Repairing to a bedroom, she stripped off all her clothes, then donned an
apron. She would not wear her collar and bracelets until later that
evening when she would be used in the playroom downstairs. Dashing back to
the kitchen, she glanced at the clock, and set about preparing Beef
Stroganoff.
First, she cooked the meat and spices in a Dutch oven on top of the stove.
That would take about an hour. While that was cooking, she prepared a
salad, and set the table. She placed candles on the table, since she
wanted this dinner to be special.
Just before the meat was ready, Erica heard the front door open. She
rushed out of the kitchen to see Keith standing in the foyer, carrying his
case.
"Erica," he greeted her.
"Master," said Erica when she knelt before him.
"You had better get back to the kitchen, that smells wonderful!" he
commented.
"Thank you, sir," said Erica as she rose.
When the beef was done, Erica heard the door open again, and guessed that
Beth must have come back from work. She was soon joined in the kitchen.
"Mmmmm," said Beth as she entered the kitchen, "I can't cook like that."
"I took a few classes," said Erica.
"Can I help?" asked Beth.
"We can start with the Salad and Black Bread, and by the time we're
finished with that, the noodles will be done and we'll be ready for the
main course."
The three of them sat down, and opened a bottle of red wine before eating,
and started on the salad first. Erica would glance at the clock to gauge
how the noodles were cooking. She finished her salad, then excused
herself.
The noodles were done, and Erica drained them. Beth joined her, and they
carried a pot with the noodles and another with the main course itself into
the dining room. They placed both on the table and uncovered them both.
Erica ran back to the kitchen and placed some sour cream into a dish, then
placed that on the table as well.
Beth placed a generous helping of noodles onto a plate, and then Erica
topped it with the Stroganoff, finally followed by some sour cream. She
placed it in front of Keith, who inhaled the fragrant aroma rising in front
of him.
There was also a pitcher of hot tea, making it as Russian a meal as
possible.
"Excellent," he said after sampling some of Erica's cooking, "simply
excellent."
"Thank you, Sir," replied Erica.
"You're welcome."
With that, Erica and Beth served themselves and they began eating,
exchanging small talk about work. Erica had finally found peace in serving
and submission. Her search had finally ended.
In the first month of her service to Keith, she had not been used. He had
insisted that her injuries from Daniel heal first. He had ordered that she
read all of the books that she had bought about D/s; then assigned some of
his own as well. She had to write commentary on each one, and understand
the point that the author had written. Once, she had failed to read a book
as ordered, and he had paddled her until she could barely sit down. After
that, she had obeyed all of his orders without question.
After Dinner, Erica and Beth were washing up the kitchen and stowing
everything away when Keith walked in.
"Sir?" asked Erica.
"When you're done with the dishes, I would like to see you in the study.
Alone."
"Yes, Sir," Erica answered quickly.
Deep down, in the pit of her stomach, Erica was suddenly afraid. His look
and tone had told her that something important was going to happen. But
she had no clue what it might be!
After Erica and Beth had finished, Erica removed her apron that she had
worn since she had entered Keith's house and started cooking. Naked, she
felt vulnerable again, even though the apron really hadn't covered her much
at all.
She was wearing mules, and walked to Keith's study. The door was open,
and she knocked the frame, holding her breath.
"Enter," Keith ordered, "and kneel."
"Yes, Sir," Erica did as she was told.
"Are you satisfied with your training?" demanded Keith.
"Yes, Sir. You have tested both my body and my mind."
"Good. Then I have achieved my objective. Do you consider yourself to be
a Dominant, or a submissive?"
"I am your slave," proudly stated Erica.
Keith opened the top drawer of the desk, and removed a flogger the strands
of which were made of rubber. Erica remembered that it had been used on
her before.
"Hands behind your head," Keith coldly ordered.
Once she had done so, and her breasts stuck out, Keith rose from his chair
walked the few steps over to her, and struck her breasts several times with
the flogger. The multiple strands stung each time they impacted on her
flesh.
"Answer the question," ordered Keith, "Dominant or submissive?"
"I," Erica stammered, "I………I'm not sure, Sir."
"Better," Keith answered, striking her breasts several times more with the
flogger, before resuming his seat.
"Why?" cried Erica, "why?"
"You can put your hands on your knees, Erica. You have been an eager and
willing slave these last few months, and I'm proud of your progress."
"Thank you, Sir," Erica answered as she did what she was told.
"But you must understand what we have discussed earlier. I can't keep you
as a slave, Erica."
"Sir, I want to owned by you."
"I can't do that, Erica. I'm sorry, but that's the way it has to be.
Perhaps your destiny lies along a different path."
"Sir?"
"I'm not really sure that you're a submissive. At least, not totally.
When I let you Domme that female slave Rachel last month, you displayed
excellent skills with her."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Tonight, for preparing such an excellent dinner, I shall use you in the
playroom. Then perhaps I can arrange a surprise for tomorrow."
"Thank you, Sir," Erica answered, happy that she had made her Master feel
the same way.
"Rest for a while, and then don your collar and bracelets. I'll be along
shortly. Thank you," said Keith.
"Thank you, Sir," Erica answered.
On her way out of the room, Erica wished that he would have fondled her
breasts, pinched her nipples or bottom, or done something with her.
Instead, he would only use her in the playroom.
After she had been with Keith and Beth for a month, he had told her that
they were called "Trainers;" a couple that would train slaves for others,
both Doms and Dommes. They would train her, but probably not keep her as a
slave themselves.
At the conclusion of their training, they would help find Erica a suitable
Master. Indeed, last month, they had introduced her to one. He was
attractive, handsome, and he had been allowed the use of her. However,
Erica didn't like him very much, there hadn't been any chemistry between
them.
Pausing outside Keith's study, a wave of melancholy swept over Erica. She
desired something else, and she returned to his door.
"Sir?" asked Erica.
"Yes," he answered.
"Could I be chained in the playroom for a while, alone, before my use,
please?" asked Erica.
"Yes, go ask Beth and tell her that I said that it would be all right.
You wish to be alone, then?"
"Yes, Sir."
* * * * *
Erica rested her bare bottom and the soles of her feet on the polished
wooden floor of the playroom. Her neck was encased in her collar, and her
wrists were wearing the familiar leather bracelets. A single chain that
began at a ringbolt set in the wall was first locked to her collar, then
her wrist bracelets, and finally ended in a pair of steel cuffs that had
been locked on her ankles.
Bound like this, she could extend her legs until they were flat on the
floor, but instead she preferred to draw her knees up and rest her hands
and head on her kneecaps.
Erica sat in silence, not knowing or caring how long she was bound. Keith
had first placed her in this position in the playroom, and she had been
forced to endure it for hours. But over time, Erica had decided that she
liked being bound, and she even tugged at the steel cuffs on her ankles.
It was strange, she thought, that her mind could roam at will, and think
of all kinds of things, even as her body was chained to the wall.
She fingered the steel cuffs on her ankles, and thought of Irene at work.
Irene was a secretary who was an active vital woman, indeed Erica had
tagged along one day after work to happy hour and had shared a few drinks
and dances with her. Irene had just announced her engagement, and she had
begun to wear both a ring around her finger and a chain around her ankle.
While she didn't double date with Irene, she had heard from the other
girls who did that Irene was now playing dumb towards her fiancée. She
would agree with whatever he had to say, did what she was told, and keep
her opinions to herself.
The usual rationale that a woman gave in life for doing that to herself
was that sort of conduct was the price of having and keeping a man. That
was the price of a diamond ring.
Was that so different than the price that she was paying to be a slave?
Except that in exchange for being a slave and wearing chains, she was free
to be whipped and striped by her Master.
At least what Erica did in being a slave was more honest, submitting
herself and her body to the use of a Master. It took a lot of strength to
do that, thought Erica. To endure the lash and the crop showed not her
weakness, but her courage as well!
Seated on the floor, Erica thought that it just wasn't fair! She had
endured so much, suffered so much, had finally found a Master who she could
love, and he couldn't own her for long! He would interview other Masters
for her, and finally select one and that would be the last that she would
see of Keith.
She had wanted to be chained so that she wouldn't even have the illusion
of freedom. There was something implacable about steel and leather
restraining her. Which had made slavery very real to her in a physical
sense.
Erica looked at the other toys in the playroom. There was an X frame, a
padded bar that a slave could be bent over and bound to, a set of stocks,
and various other chains that a slave could be secured to. In the last few
months, Erica had experienced all of these.
But nothing hurt a much as the knowledge that soon Keith would find a
Master for her. She felt like crying, but tears wouldn't come. All of her
life, she had been taunted as the rich girl. First at Greenwich High
School, next at Radcliffe, then at Harvard.
She wondered just how many other female graduates from Harvard were into
D/s. Probably not many, and Erica thought that the experience might be
good for some of them. Might just make them humble and teach them a thing
or two.
If her concerns about Keith weren't enough, her sexual confusion was
causing her problems as well. Prior to making love to Jasmine that night,
she had never before been made love to by a woman. She thought that she
had always been attracted to men.
But now every time that she passed an attractive woman in the street or
the mall, she undressed them with her eyes. More than once, her nipples
had hardened and she felt her panties wet with desire.
Erica rubbed her toes together, enjoying the sound of the chain clinking
together. She pulled at it with all her strength, fantasizing that she
could pull it from the wall. Instead, all it did was to make the muscles
stand out in her arms, and she still remained chained.
"All you all right, Erica?" asked Keith.
Erica had not heard the door open or his steps to her. She had been so
wrapped up in thoughts that she had kept hidden for weeks.
"No, yes, I don't know!" declared Erica.
"Are you doing penance for something? Would you like to be locked in the
stocks?"
"No, sir. Chained on the floor is just fine."
"I'm sorry I don't have a cell of some kind, but I never got round to
building one."
Erica laughed, and his comments brought a smile to her face.
"What do you want, Erica?"
"Make love to me, Sir. Take me on the floor, spread my legs, and fuck me.
Hard, any way you like. It doesn't matter."
"You know why I can't really do that," said Keith.
Erica then clinked her chains in response.
"Do you still consent to be used tonight?" asked Keith.
"Yes, use me, please. Hard," begged Erica.
"As you wish. Beth will be by shortly to hang you from the ceiling. I
won't keep you waiting too long."
"Thank you, Sir."
Erica hoped that she would be in for a really intense session. One that
would leave her body marked, one where she would be screaming in pain and
pleasure afterwards.
Pain, she had read, sharpens the mind.
She waited in her chains for what would happen next, and drew her knees up
to her chin. Erica reached down between her legs and pulled at the steel
around her ankles. Bondage brought patience, if nothing else. After all,
she had nowhere to go.
* * * *
After some time, Beth joined her, who then released Erica from the floor.
She glanced down at herself, and hoped that when Keith would be finished
with her that she would be thoroughly striped.
"Come," directed Beth.
Erica had not worn her ankle bracelets, and the chain that had bound her
terminated in two gleaming stainless steel cuffs. So Beth had handed them
to her, and Erica had locked them upon herself.
Beth was now wearing a black rubber bodysuit, and Erica noted that she had
nothing on underneath. Beth's nipples protruded under the rubber, and the
outlines of her slit were visible from the tight rubber as well. She was
wearing a thick black rubber collar around her neck, earrings, and a pair
of matching black heels.
Erica remained silent as she was led to a ceiling chain, and Beth secured
her wrist cuffs. Then, Beth retrieved a spreader bar from the cabinet, and
locked Erica's ankles apart. Finally, Beth activated a small motor, and
Erica rose off the floor a few inches.
Hanging from the ceiling made Erica's breasts stick out, and made her
conscious again of just how exposed she was. But that didn't matter,
nothing did.
However Keith would use her, she wouldn't protest. She wouldn't beg for
mercy, or cry. She wanted all of the punishment that her Master could
give.
"Are you ready?" asked Beth.
"Yes," answered Erica, "I don't care what Keith does to me."
"I'll be sure and tell him that."
"Thank you."
Erica didn't know and didn't care how long she hung by her wrists. Her
feet were within touching distance of the floor, which she could feel with
her toes. After a while, her shoulders had begun to hurt, but it didn't
matter.
She could not be possessed by the man that she loved so what better than
to be severely used by him instead. His marks would be the indication of
his love for her, and those alone.
"Kiss the whip."
Keith's sudden orders startled Erica back to reality, for she had been
captivated in her own little world.
"Yes, Sir!"
"Your use will come in two parts. First, I am going to whip you severely.
I shall not strike you hard enough to break the skin, or make you bleed.
But I shall leave many stripes behind that will sting and marks behind that
will last. Do I have your consent?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Then you shall be taken down and strapped tightly over the bar. I will
then use the cane on your bottom and thighs. Do you consent to that also?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Is this by your own choice?"
"Yes, Master."
"Do you want a gag? You can hold a coin and when dropped it will be your
safeword signal."
"No sir, I don't want a gag. Please proceed?" she asked.
"Very well then, you will not have to count the strokes. Prepare to be
used."
Erica tensed in her bondage, aware that this was the path that she had
chosen for herself. Her muscles tightened by themselves, in anticipation
of the ordeal that she was about to undergo.
"Now we begin," said Keith.
In the months she had been trained by Keith, she had learned to recognize
his mood by the force and rhythm of his strokes. He had asked her a direct
question, and she had deliberately avoided giving him a direct answer.
Then she had asked to be chained in the playroom and given a severe
punishment.
It was no wonder that his strokes were firm and effective, as the whip
slapped itself against her flesh then wrapped around her. With each
stroke, her moved a bit, gradually circling her, so that the whip would
strike a different part of her body each time.
With her legs opened, every few strokes she would feel it reach inside and
strike the outside of her sex. Then either her breasts or underarms would
feel the sting of the whip.
"Ten!" cried Erica.
"There's no need to count, Erica," said Keith.
"I'll count anyway," answered Erica.
"As you wish."
Nothing else in the world mattered now, as each stroke of the whip
impacted on her flesh. Nothing! She was just a naked woman, going under
the lash of the man that she desired, but couldn't have.
When Keith and Beth had taken her under their wing, and had begun to train
her, Erica thought that she finally had found what she had always wanted.
But when she had discovered that they were only going to have her for a
short period of time she had felt betrayed.
"Twenty!"
Keith had fulfilled everything that he had said that he would do with
her. He had first ordered her to begin reading and understanding just what
she had chosen.
When her wounds from Daniel had finally healed, he had started to use her.
The very first thing that she had chosen was her safeword, which was
mercy. Not very original, but it would do!
"Twenty-five!"
He had begun training her slowly, gradually at first. Her posture had
been corrected, and she no longer slouched. Instead, she held herself
straight, and her breasts stuck out. Beth had taught her how to walk, and
show off her body.
Even her co-workers had noticed something different in her as the weeks
passed, and one woman had tried to set her up with a neighbor. Erica had
politely declined.
"Thirty!"
At a scene party that Keith and Beth had taken her to, she had overheard a
conversation about a sub that would wear out her Dom. The woman could
simply absorb so much punishment that she would tire her Dom out.
Erica never knew how long that Keith could use her, since he had never
used her in anger before. But now she didn't care!
"Thirty-five!"
The sweat was pouring off her body, dripping down her breasts and between
her legs. She felt the drops join and run together, her skin heating up
from the constant strokes of the whip.
"Forty!"
Her mind had divorced itself from her body, and she felt herself floating
outside, looking down at herself. Just as she had learned to do while in
the hospital bed, as they had denied her the painkillers that she had
begged for.
"Fifty!"
"Enough," said Keith, "Beth, take her down quickly!"
Erica had not realized that she had been crying until she tasted the
saltiness of her own tears running into her mouth. Keith unlocked her
spreader bar, then the ceiling chain. Erica slumped into his arms, her
body unable to support it's own weight. He pulled her over to a
leather-covered bench, and sat her down, holding her closely to his body.
"Are you all right?" Daniel asked.
"Fine," Erica sobbed.
"I should have stopped long ago."
"No, it's all right. Really."
Erica's entire body was slick with her sweat, and she felt Keith's hands
grip onto her strongly so that she wouldn't slip out of his grasp. Her
body was warm, like it was on fire. But she didn't feel any pain at all,
but rather a dull ache throughout her whole frame.
Keith held onto her, and Erica remained silent, slowly regaining her
faculties. She rubbed her hands together, and her hands and arms were the
only part of her body that had not felt the lash.
Erica looked at her legs, and saw that they were extensively marked. Even
though it was summer, she would have to wear pants until the marks healed,
as a skirt would be out of the question.
"What are you thinking about?" Keith asked.
"Pants, I'm going to have to wear pants until my legs heal."
"Would you like a drink?"
"Yes."
Beth handed Erica a glass of water, and she drank it slowly, a swallow at
a time. After a session, she had once tried to drink too fast, and had
choked. So Erica had learned to take water slowly after an ordeal like the
session that she had just done.
"Are you all right?" asked Keith, again.
"Fine, Sir."
"We don't have to continue, we can stop now. You've just had a harsh
session, not many slaves could have taken that much use."
Glancing down at herself, Erica was shocked to see the marks between her
legs, on her breasts, her stomach. Everywhere except her bottom! Which
was why she could sit down in the first place!
Keith had not beaten her behind since he intended to use the cane there
later. She would have been unable to sit down with her bottom on fire.
Erica guessed that a half-hour or more had elapsed, and she had drunk two
more glasses of water. She wondered just how much she had sweated out when
she had gone under the lash, and she desired a bath, badly.
"I'm ready to continue," stated Erica firmly.
Had she really asked to be further used? Keith had shown her all of the
instruments in his cabinet, including the cane. She had weighed the rod in
her hands, and feared the day that it would actually be used upon her.
"Are you sure?"
Erica had wanted to answer that if she could not have his shaft inside
her, then she would settle for the cane instead. But she had stayed
silent. Merely nodding her assent.
Erica rose shakily from the bench, glad that she was barefoot and not
wearing any kind of heels, high or otherwise. There was a full-length
mirror set into the wall, and Erica walked over to it. It was hidden
behind a panel, which she unlocked.
Naked, she unlocked the panel and swung the door open. She almost wanted
to gasp when she saw the fresh marks on her body, though she realized that
she had regularly heard stories about slaves who were often whipped until
they bled.
She closed the panel in silence, then walked over to the vinyl-covered
sawhorse. Erica opened her legs, then bent over, her hair cascading down
around her legs.
All that she needed now was for either Beth or Keith to bind her to the
horse, and her second ordeal could begin. She waited, wondering is Keith
would continue, or decide to stop.
"Bind me," Erica ordered, "then cane me, please?"
"There's no need for this, Erica, you've already proven yourself tonight.
You deserve praise for a Dinner like that, not a severe beating instead,"
said Keith.
Dinner seemed like a million years ago, had she really done that? Twice
now in her slavery she had made an extravagant meal, and both times she had
been severely used. Though for different reasons.
"Use me, please?"
"Beth," Keith ordered, "bind her."
Erica dully watched as her bracelets were locked to the sawhorse and
pulled tight. Her arms and legs were stretched, and her bottom was
sticking up high in the air. Her stomach was resting on the vinyl-covered
surface. Beth pulled the chains binding her taut, and Erica would no
freedom of movement at all.
Keith displayed the cane for her in his hands. He held it tightly in his
fingers.
"This is a rattan cane, made from bamboo. It will hurt you very much.
There is no need for this Erica, you have proven your submission to me."
"Go ahead, Sir. I am ready to receive your punishment," Erica replied.
"As you wish then."
In her time as a slave, Erica had been used with a whip, crop, cat,
paddle, and other instruments of punishment. But nothing had prepared her
for the impact of the cane, which felt like a streak of fire across her
bottom.
"Aaaaaah!" Erica cried.
Strokes with the cane were delivered slowly, one at a time, each one
calculated to bring the most agony to the intended subject.
"Aaaaaah!"
Erica quickly realized why she had been bound in this manner. The only
parts of her body that Keith would use the cane on would be her bottom and
the back of her thighs, two parts that had the most fat to cushion the
impact of the cane.
"Aaaaaah!"
Even though she had been harshly whipped for a long time, Erica realized
that not even the most trained and experienced slave would ever be able to
take many strokes from the cane.
"Aaaaaah!"
Not even the pain that she had endured in the hospital bed as her body
healed from the accident had been like this. This was different.
"Aaaaaah!"
Erica had not called mercy, even as she had been whipped. But now, for
the first time in her slavery, she considered using her safeword.
"Aaaaaah!"
The sixth stroke of the cane landed on the inside of her exposed thighs,
and Erica was concerned that she would lose control of her bowels, which
stayed clamped shut.
"Aaaaah!"
Tears fell from her eyes onto the floor, and she saw the playroom lights
reflected in them.
"Aaaaaah!"
The eighth stroke across her bottom left Erica wondering not if she would
sit down, but if she would ever sit down again
"Aaaaaah!"
Pain, she had read, ennobled a person. Evidently the person who wrote
that had never been used with a cane.
"Aaaaaah!" cried Erica.
She had counted ten stokes, and then there were no more. Her body was
again ablaze, even more than before. Erica had come close to calling her
safeword, for the first time. There was a limit to her endurance and
tolerance for pain, which she had thought was limitless.
"Beth, release Erica," ordered Keith.
"Yes, Sir!"
Erica was released, and led over to the bench. She sat down gradually,
her behind on fire.
"I have to get some salve, Erica," said Beth, "you'll feel better in a
bit."
Erica looked at Keith, directly into his eyes, which was also forbidden.
"Thank you, Master," said Erica.
"You're welcome, Erica."
Keith then left the playroom, and Beth to take care of Erica. Beth would
massage salve onto her skin, bathe her, and give Erica plenty of fluids.
Finally, she put Erica to bed, and Erica fell quickly to sleep.
* * * *
It was during the early hours in the morning when Erica heard a noise in
her bedroom. She was naked under the single sheet, and still weak from her
ordeal. Beth had told her that she would be all right after a night's
rest.
The noise had awakened her, and she was afraid, was there a burglar in the
house?
"Erica?" asked Keith's voice, "are you awake?"
"Yes, sir," she softly answered.
"How are you feeling?"
"Punished."
In the dim moonlight, she saw that Keith was wearing a short black kimono
robe. She watched as he removed it, and draped it over a chair.
"Sir?"
Keith lifted the sheet and slipped into the bed next to Erica, and faced
her in the darkness.
"I have explained your feelings to Beth, and she has understood them. For
just this one night, Erica, I shall make love to a slave that I am
training. Never again with you, or anyone else."
"Keith," said Erica as she grabbed hold of him, before he wrestled her
onto her back.
Erica did not need to be told what to do. She opened her legs to admit
his shaft, which was already hard. He had a few foil wrapped condoms in
his hands, which he deposited on the night table. He tore open one and
Erica unrolled the latex on his hard cock.
Her sex was already wet, and he penetrated easily. Erica arched her back
so that her could drive his shaft deep inside her, and she moaned with
pleasure.
He soon began to piston his thighs back and forth, and Erica matched him
stroke for stroke. She had not been made love to for a long time, and his
cock rammed into her. This was more than sex, somehow. He had whipped and
caned her, had brought her to tears and the edge of her safeword. Now he
was taking her sexually, between her legs. Everything else this night had
been a prelude.
Erica came quickly, moaning softly as her nails dug into his back. She
held him tightly to her, not wanting to believe that this was actually
happening.
They made love three times, before Erica was completely exhausted. He
kissed her, and she returned his kiss.
"I love you," said Erica.
"Sometimes we love things and people that we can't have," said Keith, "go
to sleep, and you can sleep as late as you want."
By then, Erica was soundly asleep, with a smile on her lips.
* * * * *
Erica awakened slowly, her body had needed the long rest from the events
of the night before. She felt her naked body under the sheet, and her
fingers flew to her sex.
In a flash, she remembered everything. Her request that Keith harshly use
her, since her could not be her Master once her training was over. The
whip and then the cane, followed by his visit to her bedroom late in the
evening.
Erica sat up in bed, and got to her feet. She walked into the bathroom,
and drew one cold glass of water after another. She was still wearing her
collar and cuffs, and Erica decided that she looked like quite a sight in
the mirror.
Beth had left the keys on the dresser, so Erica unlocked the steel and
leather from her neck, wrists, and ankles, then stepped under the hot
shower. Erica had never felt so exhausted or used in her entire life.
Keith was a skilled Master with the whip. Though she had endured fifty
strokes, there was no blood on the tub's floor as she showered. Her body
ached, and she would feel the effects of the cane whenever she sat down for
days, but she was not seriously injured or hurt.
After her shower, she dried and perfumed herself, then set her hair.
Finally, she replaced the collar and bracelets, and put on a pair of modest
heels that Beth had left for her.
She walked out of her bedroom, and through the house into the Kitchen.
Erica glanced at the clock, and found that it was already eleven AM.
"Good morning," greeted Beth.
"Morning."
"Did you have a nice rest?"
"Yes, thank you."
"How do you feel?"
"Fine."
"Hungry?"
"Starved."
"We'll be having lunch at one, but I'll make you coffee and toast."
"That would be just fine, thank you."
What does one say to your Master's wife after he has made love to you,
Erica thought silently to herself. She ate in silence, and the juice,
toast, and coffee quieted the rumblings in her stomach.
"Keith would like to see you in the study," said Beth after she had
finished eating.
"Thank you," said Erica as she finished her last cup of coffee.
Erica knocked on the door of Keith's study, which was closed.
"Come," she heard from inside.
Erica opened the door, and Keith was seated behind his desk, papers lined
up neatly in rows.
"Have a seat."
"Thank you," said Erica as she sat down, naked, in a leather chair facing
him.
"How do you feel?"
"Fine, though my bottom will be tingling for days, Sir."
"I have been thinking about your situation all day, Erica. A slave that
wants no Master except the Trainer that she can't have. You have been a
good student, Erica. And you would make a superb slave for any Master, but
you don't want that either."
Erica stayed silent, her legs open and her hands on her knees. She felt
the leather on her bottom, and she knew that her skin had stuck to the
surface.
"Until now, I have trained slaves. It appears that you are the first
Mistress that I have trained."
"Sir!" Erica exclaimed in shock, "Mistress?"
"Erica, when we begin a path in life, sometimes we finish up on a totally
unexpected direction. I read how you used that slave Jasmine months ago.
I read it in your interviews, below the surface. That's why I wanted you
to use another slave sometimes."
If Erica had been confused before, now she was totally confused. Slave to
Dominatrix? In less than two years time?
"Do you want to be a Domme, Erica? Will that settle your dilemma with
yourself?
"I don't know, Sir."
"There's always the stocks, I can lock you in them after lunch. Great way
to think, and they did a lot of that in New England during Colonial times."
"No sir, that will be quite all right," Erica answered.
"Your assignment today will be to write down all of your Dominant
feelings, in between doing the housework. Since the house is mostly clean
anyway, you'll have plenty of time. And you had better prepare yourself
for tonight."
"Sir?"
"I said that I was going to have a surprise for you, and I will. Beth and
I have a hospital dinner to attend, a long and boring rubber chicken dinner
and plenty of speeches as we try and raise community money for the
hospital."
"What am I going to do, Sir?" asked Erica.
"I have a good friend, Mistress Sharon. She has a policy that once a year
she likes to be used by me, so she doesn't forget what the whip feels like.
I'm giving you the chance to use a Dominatrix, Erica. That will be your
test to see if you can be a Domme yourself."
Erica swallowed, as she had a huge lump in her throat.
"You're going to be graded on your posture, how you handle her, your
language and bearing. Also how you use her in the playroom, if you've
learned what I've taught you. If she pleases you, you can take her to bed,
or chain her on the floor next to you. Whatever you do, Sharon will give
me a complete report on your use of her. That will determine your future,
Erica. Are you up to this?"
"Yes, Sir. But I admit that I'm scared."
"A fork in the road is always scary, Erica. But I think that your talents
lie holding a whip's handle," said Keith.
"Thank you, Sir."
"You may go."
"Thank you, Sir," said Erica as she took her exit, rising from the seat,
the leather sticking to her bare bottom.
Before she started the housework, she donned an apron, and sat in the
kitchen, drinking a soda and wishing for a cigarette. Had it been just 2
years ago that she had sought out Mistress Martine in the city?
* * * * *
Keith had chosen to wear a tuxedo, and Beth had chosen a blue dress. They
had both showered and cleaned up, and Erica had helped them dress. She was
no longer naked and collared, but instead wore a blouse and skirt.
Just as Keith and Beth were leaving at 7 PM, another car drove up.
Erica's stomach was in her throat as she watched as the tall blonde exited
the car, and walked up to the landing.
"Erica Riken?" asked the woman.
"You must be Sharon," replied Erica, "please enter."
Erica escorted her inside, and closed the door behind her guest. The
woman was wearing a red dress, and modest heels, just like she was going
out for a date.
"Have I missed Master Keith?" she asked.
"You just missed them," Erica answered.
"So I guess that I have to introduce myself. I'm Mistress Sharon Kelly,"
she said, extending her hand.
"Erica Riken."
"I'm your final exam," said Sharon calmly.
"You don't mind submitting yourself to a slave?" asked Erica.
"No, because I started as a slave. Keith trained me, I had a Master, then
I became a Dominatrix."
"Would you like something to drink?" asked Erica.
"A soda would be nice," replied Sharon.
Erica was really not sure what to make of Sharon. All the time they
spoke, she had to resist the urge to kneel in front of her. They shared a
soda in the kitchen together, making small talk.
"I'd like to freshen up and prepare," said Sharon when they finished.
"Sure, in the bedroom, then meet me in the study," answered Erica.
As she watched Sharon leave, Erica was more scared than when she had
learned again to walk. Or sought out Mistress Martine for her first
experience under the lash.
When Sharon emerged from the bedroom she would be naked and collared.
Erica rushed to the other bedroom to change into a leather bra and skirt.
Her final exam had begun.
* * * * *
Erica looked at herself in bedroom mirror for the last time. She had
chosen to wear a pair of elbow length opera gloves in black leather to
compliment her outfit, but now wished that she had worn something else
besides the leather bra. The marks on her stomach were showing, and the
choice of the bra was just too revealing. Still, it was too late now to
change.
She walked out of the bedroom into the study and seated herself in Keith's
leather chair. How often in the last few months that she had knelt naked
on the carpet in front of his desk! Now she has the one in control.
Erica was startled by a knock on the closed door, and she prepared
herself.
"Enter."
The door opened to reveal Sharon, and her beauty almost took Erica's
breath away. The woman was naked, wearing only her collar and bracelets,
and shoes. Clothed, she had been pretty, model quality. Naked, she was the
loveliest woman that Erica had ever seen, outside of a centerfold in a
men's magazine.
"Kneel, with your legs open and your hands on your knees," ordered Erica
firmly.
Sharon quickly did as she was told, and she knelt on the carpet in front
of the desk.
"What is your name, slave?" firmly asked Erica.
"Sharon, Mistress."
"What is my name?"
"Mistress Erica. Mistress Erica Riken," repeated Sharon.
"Touch yourself, your nipples, your breasts, play with your pussy, but
don't give yourself an orgasm," Erica ordered.
Erica watched, fascinated, as Sharon did as she was ordered. Her hands
began to feel the outlines of her breasts, and circled her erect nipples.
With her right hand on her breast, Sharon's left began to massage her slit.
Erica watched the woman closely, making certain that Sharon did not insert
her fingers into her slit. Sharon moaned, as she was close to giving
herself an orgasm.
"Stop, slave!"
Sharon ceased immediately, placing her hands on her knees, bowing her head
in front of her Mistress.
Erica suddenly realized that every other time that she had been allowed
the use of another woman, her Dom had been nearby, or supervising her
actions. But now she was alone! Sharon was in her power, however briefly.
Memories returned to her, of Daniel abusing her, ramming his cock up her
behind as she begged him not to. Her anus sore for days afterward. His
beating her without mercy until she had bled, tears streaming from her
eyes.
Erica picked up the riding crop that she had placed on the desk, her hands
electric with power. For the first time, she really felt down deep inside
what it mean to be a Dominatrix.
'I swear,' she thought silently to herself, 'I'll always arrange a
safeword with a slave first, and never go beyond it. I shall always
respect a slave's dignity, and never humiliate them, in public or in
private. I shall never hurt or cause harm. I will never force a slave
into doing something that they refuse to do. I will look out for a slave's
welfare at all times. I shall be known as Mistress Erica Riken."
"Mistress?" softly asked Sharon, "are you all right?"
Erica glanced at the clock, and found that she had been deep in thought
for several minutes. She wondered just what Sharon had been thinking when
Erica had gone off into her own space.
"Fine, Sharon, just fine. What is your safeword?"
"Desire, Mistress Erica."
"What do you desire?"
"To serve my Mistress," answered Sharon.
"So you shall," said Erica as she rose from behind the desk, then walked
over to the leather couch and seated herself, "over my knee!"
Sharon scurried to place herself over Erica's knees, and Erica was not
used to the weight of a naked woman resting on her thighs.
"To begin, I am going to give you a light spanking."
"Yes, Mistress."
"You will count each one," ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
Thwack!
"One!"
Thwack!
"Two."
Thwack!
Erica watched as each stroke of her hand left a red mark on Sharon's
bottom, how she jumped slightly with each impact. Up close, Sharon wore an
alluring perfume that only served to entice the novice Domme. Erica
marveled at Sharon's silky smooth skin, and she instantly desired her. She
decided that Sharon would not spend the night chained on the floor next to
Erica's bed, but would instead be serving her Mistress within.
"Ten!"
Erica ceased spanking, leaving Sharon panting from the session. Sharon's
bottom was slightly red, the skin warm to the touch. Erica had decided
that a mild spanking would just serve as a warm-up for the nights other
activities. She rubbed Sharon's warmed ass cheeks, then opened them to
reveal the anal bud within. Reaching between Sharon's legs, she felt
upwards to Sharon's wet slit.
"Already wet, slave?" Erica demanded.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Kneel on the floor," Erica ordered.
"Yes, Mistress," Sharon quickly did as she was told.
Erica rose from the couch, and went to the desk drawer where she knew that
Keith kept all of his toys. She opened it, and found just what she wanted
inside.
She withdrew a leash, blindfold, and ballgag, plus a small metal link.
Erica held that in her hand, feeling the stainless steel in her fingers.
"Hands behind your back."
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica quickly walked over, and locked Sharon's hands behind her back. She
noted that the woman held herself proudly in her slavery.
"Prepare to be made helpless."
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica first locked the collar around Sharon's neck, brushing her long hair
out of the way, then closing the collar with a satisfying click. Then she
held the red ballgag by the straps, and Sharon did not have to be told to
open her mouth wide. Erica buckled the ballgag snugly, but not tight so
that Sharon would be uncomfortable. She watched as Sharon's nostrils
flared with each breath that she took. Finally, Erica placed the fur-lined
blindfold over Sharon's eyes, than locked the leash onto her collar. The
metal chain fell between her breasts. Sharon was now totally helpless, and
at Erica's mercy.
How often Erica had been in this position, first beginning with Mistress
Martine, then finally ending with Keith. Now she was the Domme, with all
of the responsibility that it entailed.
Erica grasped Sharon by her bound arms, and pulled the naked slave to her
feet. Sharon grunted from inside her gag.
"Stand up, slave," ordered Erica, "we're now going to the playroom."
Erica pulled her captive along behind her, guiding her so the she didn't
trip against any of the furniture. She unlocked the cellar door, and
helped Sharon down each step. Finally, she opened the door to the playroom
itself, and pulled Sharon along behind her.
She guided Sharon over to the stocks, and placed her ankles in the half
circles of the wood, then closed and locked the second bar. Then she
unlocked the leash, and the link holding Sharon's wrists together. Sharon
did not resist when Erica placed her neck and wrists in the half circles,
then closed and locked the yoke. Sharon was now bent over, and helpless.
"Mmmmmmph!" cried Sharon when Erica probed her sex, squirming within her
wooden prison.
"Silence!" ordered Erica, as she swatted Sharon's bottom a few times,
"else I will not remove your gag and blindfold!"
Sharon ceased her squirming, and stayed silent.
"Better," commented Erica.
True to her word, Erica soon removed the gag and blindfold. Sharon
blinked several times as her vision was restored to her.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"You're welcome," replied Erica, "I think that we shall start with a
flogger."
From the cabinet, Erica selected a deerskin flogger. It was made of
plenty of soft strands, and unless used very harshly, was actually quite
gentle form of discipline. Unlike a leather cat, especially one with each
strand knotted at the end.
"Kiss the flogger, slave."
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica began by applying the flogger softly, swinging each stroke for
maximum effect. The multitude of stands struck onto Sharon's flesh, with a
slapping sound. Sharon jerked with each impact in her leather prison, held
tightly inside the stocks.
"Aaaaaah!" cried Sharon.
Erica paused and rubbed her hands over Sharon's heated flesh, massaging
and calming the girl under her control. Just for effect, she pinched
Sharon's nipples, making her moan.
Sharon's face was flushed and red as Erica began again, striking her
bottom, thighs, and between her legs. After a series of strokes, she would
pause to run her hands over her slave's body, her attentions helping to
drive Sharon into an even greater sensual frenzy.
"Kiss the flogger, slave!"
Sharon did as she was ordered, in silence, her red lips leaving some
lipstick on the leather bindings. She kissed the instrument that had been
used to create physical torment like the lips of a lover.
"Thank you, Mistress for using me," said Sharon.
"Your use has not yet begun," answered Erica.
Returning the flogger to it's regular place, Erica decided that it was
time to use the front of Sharon's body. She unlocked Sharon from she
stocks, and pulled her over to the X frame. Sharon mounted the X frame
when ordered, and Erica restrained her by tightening the straps. Soon,
Sharon was tightly held against the wood, her ass against the wall. Also,
Erica had locked her bracelets to the frame as well.
Erica retrieved the riding crop, which she held in her gloved hands. She
flexed it for effect in front of Sharon, who did not look directly at
Erica, but did look at the crop itself.
The one that she had chosen had a folded leather pad at the tip, and that
would be what Erica used to strike Sharon's body with. It would leave a
nice red mark behind, and would sing her flesh.
But first Erica massaged Sharon's sex with her right hand, then inserted
two fingers into her sex. Sharon jerked within her bonds, and Erica
withdrew and the leather of her gloves was wet with Sharon's juices.
"Taste yourself, slut."
Erica forced her fingers into Sharon's mouth, and she sucked at the
leather. After a few seconds, they were clean of her juices.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Kiss the crop," ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
Sharon kissed the handle of the crop when it was offered to her, and Erica
watched as Sharon tried to anticipate what her Mistress would do next.
Instead of just starting to beat her with the crop, Erica instead pinched
both of Sharon's nipples at the same time. Sharon squealed with both pain
and pleasure at the same time.
"Silence!"
Then Erica began to use the crop, slapping the leather pad against
Sharon's exposed flesh. She began, not on her breasts, but on her
underarms instead. Sharon had evidently just shaved her armpits, as the
skin was smooth and there was no trace of hair.
Next, she used the crop on Sharon's breasts, making her squirm on the X
frame. Erica made certain not to strike the same area twice in a row, and
to strike hard enough to gently redden the skin. Erica wanted her charge
to slowly heat up, to be released later. Much later.
But when Erica began to slap the pad between Sharon's thighs and sometimes
onto her sex did the slave become truly animated, moaning in response each
time that the tip struck her flesh.
"Ooooh!" cried Sharon, "ooooh!"
"Moan all you want slave, there will be no respite for you yet," stated
Erica.
Erica used the crop repeatedly, until the front of Sharon's body was quite
red. The leather had left a mark behind with each impact, and when Erica
felt Sharon's flesh, she found it warm to the touch.
"How do you feel slave?" demanded Erica.
"Fine, Mistress," replied Sharon.
"Kiss the crop."
Sharon did as she had been told. Erica knew by then that her slave was
quite ready for her final use in the playroom, followed by her use in the
bedroom.
"It is now time for the cat," calmly explained Erica, "as you hang from
the ceiling, your legs kept open."
Erica removed Sharon from the X frame, wishing that she had an assistant
to help her. If she should ever have a house with a playroom, she resolved
that she would have a Maid. A Maid clad in black Latex, obeying her every
order, in the Dungeon and the bedroom.
She pulled Sharon over to the ceiling chain, and locked the D rings on
Sharon's cuffs to the last link. Erica had readied a spreader bar in
advance, and locked that to Sharon's ankle cuffs. She activated the motor
from the control, and Sharon's body was pulled taut, and she could barely
reach the floor with the toes of her shoes.
"You look divine, with your ribs showing," said Erica as she lightly
tickled Sharon's flesh, making her laugh.
Before her last use in the playroom, she wanted Sharon relaxed. For the
next use might not be so pleasant after all.
Once Sharon had been calmed down, Erica removed the rubber flogger from
the cabinet. The strands were made of rubber, and would mark easily. They
would sting, and make Sharon moan with pain when applied.
"Did you think that I would whip you?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"I am a bit more creative than that, slave. You shall taste the rubber
flogger, next time I shall use the lash instead," said Erica.
'If I ever get to use you again,' Erica thought to herself, 'more than
likely it will be Sharon who puts me under her lash.'
"Thank you, Mistress," said Sharon.
"Kiss the flogger."
Sharon did as she was told, and soon Erica began to punish her with it.
The strands were heavy, and each one could mark. Instead, Erica slapped
Sharon's body with the flogger, so that the strands did not always mark.
Erica wanted to show that she could control whether or not she could mark,
demonstrating her control.
"Oooooooh! Oooooh!" cried Sharon as the flogger was applied to her.
"Do you submit to me, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress, yes!"
"Kiss the cat, I shall now use you further."
Erica allowed Sharon to kiss the cat, then ran her fingertips over
Sharon's flesh. The woman was burning up with excitement and passion.
Erica then replaced the cat in the cabinet, and released Sharon, who fell
into her arms.
She helped Sharon to a bench, and held and soothed the slave in her arms.
Then she took her by the hand, and walked her upstairs to her bedroom. She
locked Sharon's collar to a chain the other end of which was locked around
the bedpost, which would limit her freedom of movement.
Erica then stripped until she was nude, and she noticed that the aroma of
leather had clung to her like a perfume. She lay down upon the bed, and
make certain that a crop and dildo were on the night table next to the bed.
"Satisfy your Mistress, Slave," Erica ordered, "else you will be punished.
When she felt Sharon's tongue and lips on her clit, Erica had no doubt
that her charge was very experienced in the arts of lovemaking as one
explosive climax after another rocked her body.
Sharon then sucked on Erica's nipples, and then Erica wrapped her arms
around Sharon as they rolled on the bed together. Erica then grabbed hold
of the dildo, and inserted in between Sharon's legs. Sharon opened her
legs to accommodate the phallus inside her.
Erica did not know, or care, when they stopped. First Sharon drifted off
into an exhausted sleep, and Erica followed. Her body was sticky with her
sweat and Sharon's juices, and she had never felt so wonderful in all her
life.
* * * * *
The next morning, Erica showered and was allowed to do her toilet. Then
Beth cuffed her hands behind her back, locked a collar around her neck,
then a ballgag and blindfold. Erica was made to kneel for what seemed like
hours, her stomach grumbling from hunger.
'At least Beth didn't put a plug up my ass,' thought Erica, 'I never have
to wait for grades like this in Harvard.'
Finally, she was made to rise, and she was walked into what she presumed
was Keith's study. Then she was sat in a chair, and her blindfold and gag
were removed.
Keith was dressed in a casual shirt and jeans, and in the chair next to
her was Sharon. She was dressed in a white cotton blouse and denim skirt.
"Good morning, Erica."
"Good morning, Sir," Erica replied to her Master.
"Sharon and I have been discussing your use or her. Would you like to
hear the results?"
"Very much, Sir!"
Erica was so intent on Keith's words that she didn't see Sharon lean over,
enfold her in her arms, and kiss her on the cheek.
"You pass, Erica," said Sharon with a smile on her face.
"I passed?"
"Yes, darling," answered Sharon, "you do. Keith will want to go over how
you used me, which was quite nice. But you passed."
Erica broke out into tears, something that she had not done since she'd
passed that class in Economics. Sharon released her wrists, and passed her
a box of tissues.
"Thank you, Master Keith," sobbed Erica.
"You're welcome, Erica. You've earned it. Breakfast?"
"I'm starved," Erica replied.
When the four of them sat down to breakfast, Erica was allowed to wear a
short robe. She had graduated from nakedness to clothes, and she helped
Beth prepare and serve. They cooked cheese omelets, toast, and home fries,
and served Keith and Sharon first, before they sat down. Erica greedily
tore into her food, as she was famished.
After the meal and washing up was done, Sharon packed her bags and made
ready to leave. Erica was divested of her collar and bracelets, and helped
Sharon carry her things outside.
"Erica?" asked Sharon.
"Yes, Mistress."
"One day you must come up and visit me, I'm sure that I can paddle that
bottom of yours to a lovely shade of red."
"I'd love to," said Erica in response.
"You were very good, darling. Very good indeed. Be a good Dominatrix,
please?"
"I will," said Erica, remembering the silent conversation that she had had
with herself, "I swear."
Afterwards, Keith and Beth provided her with a detailed examination of how
she had performed. The only real criticism was that she had held herself a
bit too stiffly, like a robot. Still, Sharon had said that she was a
skilled Domme, and had lots of promise.
"Looks like I've trained my first Dominatrix," said Keith as Erica
prepared to leave.
"Yes, Master."
"I'm not your Master any more," answered Keith, "we'll have a public
ceremony for you in a club in Manhattan, or a leather bar. Then you'll be
on your way."
"Thank you………Keith," Erica answered.
"Don't disappoint me, Erica."
"I won't, ever."
"I know you won't, Mistress Erica," said Keith as he reached over and
kissed her, a kiss that she returned.
When Erica drove away, she realized that her life had changed again.
Slave to Dominatrix.
Part Three: Triumph and Tragedy
September 1983
It happened when Erica had gone to the supermarket in Darien. She had
forgotten to go shopping, so after work and dinner, she had to get back in
the car and go food shopping, since she had nothing in the apartment.
The days of summer were over, and night came earlier as the days
shortened. When she had finished checking out, the sky was dark with the
oncoming night.
She loaded her bags into the trunk of her Chevrolet Nova, then closed the
lid, only to find Daniel standing on the driver's side of the car.
"Good evening, Erica," said Daniel, softly.
"Go away, please!" Erica answered swiftly.
"Is that any way to greet your Master?"
"You're not my Master any more, you gave me to Keith."
"Only because you were such a disobedient slut that night. If I hadn't
taken you up the ass, you'd still be mine now."
"I'm a Domme now, so go away, Daniel!"
"Yes, I heard about next weeks little party for you in Manhattan, at that
little gay leather bar. What's wrong, Keith's little pet can't have her
ceremony in a proper Dungeon?"
"It's my ceremony, so don't spoil it!" cried Erica, as she withdrew the
keys from her purse.
"I have no intention of spoiling it. What they don't know is that you're
really just a fake, just a true slave at heart. Who was never happier when
I was using you."
"You mean beating me to a pulp, abusing me, and keeping me ignorant, don't
you?" Erica demanded.
"You seemed pretty happy at the time, slave."
"Go away," said Erica as she slid the key in the door.
"You'll be back on your knees, begging me in six months," Daniel sneered.
"You should live so long," Erica answered as she opened the door, jumped
in the car, started the engine and drove off.
She was half-afraid that he would try to do something physical to her
outside, but he didn't. He was too smart for that, which was good for her.
* * * * *
Keith had rented the leather bar for a closed party. All of his friends
were there, Dom(mes) and their subs, plus a couple of friends that Erica
had managed to make in the scene.
Keith was dressed in a leather outfit, and Beth was wearing a black dress
with a collar around her neck. Erica had decided on a vinyl Dominatrix
dress, pantyhose, and sensible heels.
She was kneeling on a raised platform, before Keith, who held a crop in
his hands.
"Do you, Erica Riken, understand the position that you are assuming?"
"Yes, Master."
"That you shall be responsible for the well being of a slave at all
times?"
"Yes, Master."
"That you shall never place your desires over the safety of another?"
"Yes, Master."
"That you must always remember that absolute power corrupts?"
"Yes, Master."
"Based on my experience as a Trainer, and a Dom, I pronounce Erica Riken
fit to be a Dominatrix. Arise Erica," Keith ordered.
Keith handed Erica a riding crop, with a leather pad on the end. She
flexed it in her arms.
"Thank you, Master Keith," Erica answered, tears at the corners of her
eyes.
"Welcome, Mistress Erica," said Keith as he kissed her on the cheeks.
"Thank you," she whispered in his ears.
"I know you won't disappoint me," he replied.
"Never."
The rest of the party that night was composed of small demonstrations.
Erica did not have any slaves of her own yet, so she was allowed the use of
others.
It was the best party ever, Erica thought as she made the long drive back
to Darien, even better than the one when she had graduated Harvard. But
that had been in another life.
Or so she had thought that night.
* * * * *
Erica was seated at her desk when she saw something that chilled her to
the bone. Her mother's lawyer, Robert Alexander, had entered her firm's
offices!
He spoke to her boss Jason, who called her over to his office.
"Erica, this is Robert Alexander, a lawyer. He would like to speak to you
in private. Use my office," said Jason, as he left the two of them alone
then closed the door behind him.
Robert sat down behind Jason's desk, and pulled a picture of Erica from
his briefcase. Erica recognized it as the one she had given Eve when she
had recovered from her surgery.
"What's this all about?" asked Erica.
"Are you Erica Riken?"
"Yes."
"Eve Peters died this morning, two hours ago of a sudden massive heart
attack."
"No!" cried Erica as she placed her head in her hands.
"You have been named as beneficiary of the estate," Robert said calmly.
Erica cried, for last week she had skipped her weekly meeting with her
mother to instead use a woman for the first time. Eve had given no hint in
her voice just how sick she was, and now Erica was paying the price.
Robert rose from the desk and whispered in Erica's ear, "Eve told me who
you really are, Alana, why you gave up your life to become Erica Riken.
You're not the first person in Greenwich Society to fall off the wagon, you
know."
* * * * *
Eve's funeral had been well attended, and everyone from Greenwich had
attended. Erica had bought a black dress, and had sat in the back, alone.
Everyone said that it was such a tragedy that Alana had disappeared,
leaving Eve alone in her last years.
Erica had done everything possible to cease being Alana Peters, but in the
end, she had instead come full circle. Robert Alexander was working
overtime to keep her name out of the papers, and the publicity down to a
minimum.
She would work at her job for a few more days, then quit and move into the
mansion. Erica would inherit a vast estate, of money, stocks, and real
estate.
In her mind, plans circled like exciting dreams. The vast basement, which
now housed a pool table, bar, and entertainment center.
Erica imagined a vast Dungeon complex, like the one that Mistress Martine
had at the House of Domination in NYC. There was room for two Dungeons, a
cell, and plenty of space for other things down there.
