The Challenge
Chapter 08: Progressions
Part One: The Power and the Responsibility
April 1984
"Mistress, are you all right?"
The question startled Erica out of her thoughts back to the real world.
She had gone down to the Dungeon to think, and had entered a dream world
all her own. Glancing at her watch, she saw the reason for the
interruption. It was long past the time that Lisa was supposed to serve
lunch, and she had gone down to the Dungeon to find her Mistress.
"I'm fine, Lisa," replied Erica.
Erica was seated on the leather-covered bench in the basement Dungeon,
still not quite believing what she had created. What once had been the
family playroom was now a room of quite a different kind.
Gone were the bar, pool table, large screen TV, and all of the other
amenities necessary for the affluent to entertain their guests. Taking
it's place were two Dungeons, a cell with bathroom (so a slave could spend
the night); and even a vinyl prison that Erica called solitary. Erica had
also purchased a set of stocks and a vinyl covered sawhorse, an X frame,
and had hung chains from the walls and ceiling.
In short, it was every toy that a Dominatrix could ever want. Erica had
spared no expense because she didn't have to. She could afford everything
that she had ever wanted because it was all pocket change.
After the dust had settled and Erica had taken possession of the estate
she had asked around and found a contractor in the scene that would covert
the basement into a Dungeon. But first she had an elevator installed and
had hidden the basement steps behind a false wall. Only someone who knew
its location would be able to enter the Dungeon, and Erica had also
installed locking systems.
"Lunch is served, Mistress," announced Lisa.
"Thank you, Lisa, I'll be right up," Erica answered.
Erica rose from her seat, and walked past Lisa, who quickly followed
behind her Mistress. They entered the elevator together, and Erica punched
the button to the first floor. She exited, and made her way to the Dining
Room and sat down at the head of the table.
"Lunch will be out in a minute, Mistress," stated Lisa.
"Thank you."
Lunch was a quiche that was still warm from the oven, French bread, salad,
and a bottle of white wine. Erica decided that Lisa was quite a good cook,
and she wondered if her Maid's skills exceeded her own.
Erica ate leisurely, since she didn't really have anything else to do. In
fact, since she had quit her job and inherited the Mansion her only job had
been designing and contracting for the Dungeon. Gone were the power
lunches on Wall Street, or the forty-five minute ones at the liquor
distributor.
But now, in her position as Dominatrix, things seemed different. Gone
were the times that she could serve Master Keith, who made decisions for
her. Now she was the one holding the lash, a submissive under her control.
With the power that she now had came responsibilities that she had never
thought of before.
"Lisa?" asked Janet when the Maid was clearing away the dished from the
table, "could you please join me in the library when you're finished?"
"Yes, Mistress," quickly answered Lisa.
Erica rose to her feet and walked out of the Dining Room. She often
wished for a companion, someone to share meals with. Having a slave was
nice, and Lisa would do all of her bidding. But it was getting lonely.
Seating herself behind the desk, it was still hard to believe that the
house was really hers. Erica opened a report that she had been writing,
and wondered when IBM would be sending along the PC that she had ordered.
Erica heard a knock on the library door, and she closed the report that
she had been writing.
"Come," Erica ordered.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Sit down, there's something that I have to discuss with you."
"Mistress?" asked Lisa as she did what Erica instructed.
"Last night, why did you fondle the new slave, Ingrid?"
"Just a little fun, Mistress," answered Lisa.
"You were clearly ordered to strip and prepare her, NOT to enjoy yourself.
As Mistress, I have to evaluate why she places herself in submission and
plan methods to encourage her to continue. This does not include a wanton
use of her, before she is ready."
"Mistress?"
"Place yourself in her position. You go to a strange place, and are
stripped naked, made to wear a collar and bracelets, and are made helpless.
You are to be used by a Mistress for the first time, and are scared out of
your wits. The very first thing that happens to you is that the Maid
pinches your nipples and thrusts her fingers into your sex."
"I thought………"
"What you thought was unimportant," Erica answered, "your conduct with a
new prospect was improper. What you fail to understand is that I am
ultimately responsible for everything that occurs in this House. That
includes the selection, assessment, and training of possible slaves."
"That wasn't the way that Mistress Judith conducted herself," protested
Lisa.
"I am going to be different than Mistress Judith," replied Erica, "and if
you cannot abide by my rules, then you shall not be serving me."
"I was a good slave to Mistress Judith," protested Lisa.
"You were, that was why I chose you. But as a slave, you know that you
have to obey orders, paramount above all. For disobeying me, we shall now
go down to the Dungeon, and I shall use you."
"Mistress?"
"I said now, Lisa. Being a slave means that you are available for my use
twenty-four hours a day. Or have you forgotten?
"No, Mistress."
"Then I want to see you in the Dungeon, naked on the carpet, waiting for
me. I want to go dress in something, street clothes aren't quite correct."
"Yes, Mistress," agreed Lisa.
"GO!"
Erica watched as Lisa scurried out of the library, fright evident on her
face. She had not meant to frighten Lisa, but the girl had more than once
disobeyed her.
Rising from the desk, she walked upstairs to her bedroom. Every time that
she visited NYC, she visited a fetish shop and purchased a new item of
clothing. Slowly, she was creating a nice wardrobe for herself.
Erica stripped down her panties, and admired herself in the mirror. Her
body had healed from the car accident, and the only reminder of her near
fatal ordeal was the occasional pain and ache.
She stood five feet seven, with moderate sized breasts and a tight ass
that was very attractive. In her bare feet, she rummaged through the
closet, trying to decide what to wear.
The Catsuit was nice, but a little too confining; though she loved how she
looked and felt while wearing it. It gave her the feeling of power, with
all of her curves covered in latex or PVC. Perhaps she would order one
made especially out of leather for her birthday.
Deciding that simplicity was best, she chose a PVC bodysuit, sheet to
waist pantyhose, and a pair of five-inch heels. She dressed quickly, and
admired herself in the full-length bedroom mirror.
Lisa had come to her from Mistress Judith with good references. She could
cook, clean, and maintain a house, serve Erica sexually, and assist her in
the training of slaves. However, Lisa could not follow her orders, and
Erica wondered was she just badly trained or deliberately disobedient.
Finally, her unauthorized use of Ingrid had been the last straw, and Erica
had now decided that this would be a good time to use her. To show Lisa
that she must follow the instructions of her Mistress. Or else she would
not be serving Erica for long.
When Erica opened the Dungeon Door she found Lisa kneeling on the carpet
as instructed. Lisa was just five foot three, with natural blonde hair, a
flat stomach, and small breasts. Still, she was very attractive, and her
face was very pretty.
"Do you submit to your Mistress, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"Good," said Erica as she seated herself on the bench, "over my knee. I
want to start by spanking you."
"Spanking?"
"Haven't you ever been spanked before?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Than get over my knee, slave!"
Lisa did as she was instructed, draping herself over Erica's lap. Her
tight little bottom looked quite good when covered by a pair of designer
jeans. It would look even better after having been warmed by Erica bare
hand.
"Count out every time that I spank you," ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress, One!"
Lisa had thought that Erica would delay somehow, instead the Mistress had
started immediately with a swift stroke that made Lisa rise with the impact
on her bottom.
"Two!"
"Three!
"Four!"
"Five!"
Erica delivered one blow after another, giving Lisa time to recover before
the next one would redden her behind.
"Ten!"
"Thirteen!"
"Fifteen!"
"Twenty!" cried Lisa, when Erica finally ceased her spanking.
Erica waiting in silence, surely she would not have to tell Lisa
everything.
"Thank you, Mistress!" sobbed Lisa.
"That's better, Lisa. But the afternoon is young, and I have a lot of
ground to cover. You may kneel," ordered Erica.
Lisa did as she was told, and awaited Erica's next instructions.
"Kiss my shoes. Now!"
Lisa bent to kiss Erica's offered black leather shoe, kissing the material
with her red lips.
"At least you can obey some orders," commented Erica.
"Yes, Mistress Erica, I'm sorry," sobbed Lisa.
"That's better. Kneel!"
Lisa knelt again, her hands on her knees, eyes down, and silent. She
awaited the next commands from her Mistress.
"Should I hang you from the ceiling, and whip you, Lisa?" asked Erica
aloud, "will that make you obey my commands?"
"Whatever my Mistress desires," Lisa answered.
"Judith is a good Mistress, and a good trainer. But you must understand
that you are in my house now, and that I intend to be a different sort of
Mistress that any you have served before," stated Erica.
"I don't understand," answered Lisa.
"Lisa, if you wish to be my assistant, you will have to follow all of my
orders. In this house, a safeword once established will be absolute.
Slaves will not be humiliated in this house, no eating out of dog dishes or
any other such nonsense."
"Yes, Mistress."
"I'm not going to beat you, just use the flogger on you for a few strokes,
Lisa," said Erica.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"This is the first and only warning that you will get from me, Lisa. You
will attract my attention by obeying my commands, not disobeying them. I
must have a slave and assistant that I can totally rely on, in order to be
the Dominatrix that I wish to be. If you cannot serve me, if I cannot rely
on you, then I shall find another position for you."
"I shall obey you in all things, Mistress."
"Talk is cheap, Lisa. I shall judge you by your actions. Rise and lock
the leather cuffs on your ankles and wait by the ceiling chain."
Erica watched as Lisa did as she had been ordered. She walked over, and
locked the cuffs to the chain, then activated a motor that pulled the chain
taut. She next removed a flogger of soft deer hide from the cabinet, and
displayed it to Lisa.
"Prepare to be flogged," Erica cautioned.
Erica used the flogger moderately, almost sensually. She struck at the
most sensitive and exposed parts of Lisa's body. Her breasts were first,
followed by her underarms. The leather slapped against Lisa's body, making
her moan and try to avoid the many strands as they struck her flesh again
and again.
"Open your legs," ordered Erica.
Tearfully, Lisa did so, exposing her vulnerable sex next for the flogger.
"Are you wet, dearest?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do I have to fondle your cunt as you did with Ingrid to know that you are
wet and excited by the use of your Mistress?" asked Janet.
"No, Mistress, I'm wet."
Erica then struck gently with the flogger between Lisa's legs, striking
not her sex but the inside of her thighs. She noted that tears were
flowing from the corners of the girl's eyes. Lisa had not been flogged
enough to be in actual pain. Instead, she was close to orgasm.
The flogger was then used for a few more strokes before Erica ceased, and
presented the handle for Lisa to kiss.
"Mistress?" begged Lisa.
"Kiss the handle," ordered Erica.
Once Lisa had done as Erica had requested, she had been ordered to stand
motionless by the cabinet as Erica procured the next item. Erica then
locked a belt around Lisa's waist, then attached a crotch strap, which
locked with four small locks.
"Mistress?"
"It's a chastity belt, Lisa. I didn't want you to cum, not until I
decide. Maybe later tonight, in bed, but only at my discretion."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now run along and get on with your chores," ordered Erica, "and remember
what I have told you."
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
When Lisa had left the Dungeon, Erica remained along, by herself, in the
leather bodysuit. Erica had watched her slave depart, with the belt locked
around her waist. The freedom to cum was denied to Lisa, for the moment
anyway.
'What is freedom?' Erica asked herself.
Part Two: Truth and Lies
May 1984
"Dr. Keith Simon to see you, Mistress," announced Lisa.
"Thank you, Lisa," answered Erica as she rose from the chair behind the
library desk, "Keith, how nice to see you."
"Erica," greeted her guest.
Erica walked to Keith, hugged him, and kissed him on the cheek. She held
him tightly for a moment, then released him.
"Lisa, we can be alone."
"Yes, Mistress," said Lisa as she bowed, then closed the library doors.
"Would you like a drink?" asked Erica.
"Bourbon," he answered, "straight."
Erica walked over to the bar, and placed two ice cubes each into two
glasses, then poured Jack Daniels into the glasses. She handed one to
Keith, and they clinked their glasses together.
"Skoal," said Erica.
"Skoal."
"Have a seat, Keith. We have a lot to discuss."
They both drank from their glasses, and Erica thought that this was going
to be very awkward for both of them.
"You lied to me," bluntly accused Keith, "you said that you weren't Alana
Peters. Yet within weeks of being promoted to Dominatrix, you inherit the
Peters estate. A complete stranger would not have inherited this estate.
You changed your name, and face, but the x-rays didn't lie. You are Alana
Peters."
"Yes, I am Alana Peters, or rather, I was. I am now Erica Riken,"
confessed Erica.
"You admit it now, but you lied to me when I took you as my slave."
"I had to," answered Erica, "just suppose that I had admitted who I really
was? Would you have taken the daughter of one of the wealthiest families
in the nation as your sex slave? You wouldn't have wanted anything to do
with me."
"You could have explained, told the truth!"
"No. To you I would have been just a poor little rich girl out for a
thrill. You wouldn't have taken me for a slave, would you?"
"I don't know what I would have done had I known."
"Master Keith, I'm sorry that I had to lie to you. As Alana, I realized
the dangerous game I was playing after I recovered from the accident by
first seeing a Professional Dominatrix in NYC; then going to clubs and
being used. I couldn't continue much longer before I would have been
recognized, then my picture would have been all over the papers. Daniel
was a bad Master; he kept me ignorant and was abusive. You were a good
Master, and you encouraged me, taught me to grow in my submission. But I
couldn't have you for a Master, and you decided that I was better as a
Domme. So please, forgive me," begged Alana.
"I don't know what to say."
"I had to give up who I was, and what I was, to become a slave. A
graduate of Harvard, a future Wall Street Partner, born with a silver spoon
in my mouth. I gave all that up so that I could be hung by my wrists,
naked, and feel the lash. There was nothing else that I could do,"
explained Erica, swallowing the lump in her throat.
"That still doesn't justify your lying to me, Erica."
"I'm relying on your professional discretion as a doctor, and the fact
that you were my trainer, to keep silent about who I really am. Or was."
"I would never betray your secret, Erica, you know that. But for lying to
me………"
Erica rose from behind her desk, and knelt before Keith's chair. She
crossed her wrists, and presented them to Keith.
"Please forgive me, Master, for lying to you, and this humble slave begs
your forgiveness. I have lied to my Master, my owner, and my friend. I
have equipped an extensive Dungeon downstairs with everything that you need
to use your slave. Please discipline me as you see fit for my
transgressions."
Keith remained silent, and looked down at Erica. She stayed in her
position, kneeling on the carpet, her arms outstretched.
"For the offense of lying to your Master, I accept your offer of
discipline. You may call in your Maid, Lisa," ordered Keith.
"Lisa!" called Erica, loudly.
"Mistress?" asked a puzzled Lisa when she entered the library and saw her
Mistress kneeling before her guest.
"This is Keith, who was my Master. I have willingly submitted myself to
him for a personal reason," explained Erica, "in the bedroom closet you
will find a leather vest, and black jeans that he can wear in the Dungeon."
"Thank you, Erica," said Keith.
"Once he has dressed, you may collar and bracelet me, then take me down to
the Dungeon for my discipline," instructed Erica.
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
Keith rose from the chair, leaving Erica on the carpet. She would remain
in this position until Lisa came to get her, to be stripped of her clothes
and prepare her to be used.
Twenty minutes later, after Erica had been divested of her clothes in the
downstairs bedroom, Lisa was locking a leather collar around her neck.
"Mistress?" asked Lisa.
"Yes, Lisa?"
"Master Keith said that I should ask you the reason why he is about to
discipline you."
"Because I lied to my Master," replied Erica, "that is the reason why you
are going to see your Mistress punished."
"I have never heard of a Mistress going under the lash."
"Bind my wrists, place a gag in my mouth and a blindfold over my eyes, and
attach a leash to my collar. Then you shall see me used," stated Erica.
After Lisa had done what Erica had ordered, her Mistress was pleased that
her slave did not take the opportunity to fondle or use her in any way,
even though she was helpless and at her mercy. Erica bit down on the
rubber ball in her mouth, and tested the cuffs that held her wrists
together behind her back.
She felt herself pulled along by a tug on her leash, and obediently
followed behind Lisa. Erica had counted the exact number of steps to the
elevator, and knew when she stepped over the threshold. She was wearing a
pair of modest heels that Keith had ordered locked upon her feet, and the
strap chafed her ankle.
When they finally reached their destination in the Dungeon, Lisa removed
Erica's blindfold. The light had been turned way down, and Keith was
seated in the throne like chair that Erica had selected because it looked
powerful and imposing. Erica was then pushed to her knees in front of
Keith, but she held herself proudly in her submission as he had taught her.
"Remove her gag," ordered Keith.
"Thank you, Master," said Erica the moment her gag was free of her mouth.
"Do you submit to me of your own free will?" asked Keith.
"Yes, Master," Erica replied.
"What is your safeword?" Keith asked.
"Forgiveness."
"Hang Erica from the ceiling chain, Lisa, and attach her ankles to a
spreader bar," ordered Keith, "I am going to use her."
"Yes, Master."
Without resistance, Erica was made to stand, then walked over to the
ceiling chain. Lisa unlocked her wrists, then quickly locked them to the
chain. A spreader bar was next locked onto her ankles, then Erica was
pulled taut when a motor removed the small amount of slack in the chain.
"Erica is now ready for your use, Master," said Lisa.
"Thank you, Lisa," replied Keith as he rose from the chair, a riding crop
in his hands.
Keith was wearing the vest and jeans, which Erica had bought for him for a
future occasion. She had wanted to surprise him one day, instead they were
more suitable for him to wear than the casual clothes that he had worn for
just a visit.
"Kiss the crop," ordered Keith.
Erica kissed the crop handle when it was offered to her, her red lips
leaving a small imprint of her lipstick on the leather.
"We now begin."
Erica was struck with the leather pad that the end of the crop, which
slapped against her skin as one stroke after another impacted against her
naked and exposed body. It had been months since Keith had used her last,
and she was grateful that it was her former Master that was again using
her.
The leather struck her underarms, her breasts, both the outside and inside
of her thighs, her sex and her bottom. No part of Erica's body would
escape the crop, and she had resolved that she would not call her safeword
either. Just as she had done that climactic time when Keith had told her
that she was better suited to be a Dominatrix.
Erica snatched a glance at Lisa, who stood back from Keith, ready to take
any of his orders. The expression on her face was one of bafflement. Here
was her Mistress, being used right in front of her. Surely this was just
part of an incredible dream?
Keith made certain to strike her body in one place with one stroke
overlapping another, then would move on somewhere else. From past
experience, Erica knew that this meant that she was in for a through and
severe punishment.
"Ahhh!" Erica cried when the leather struck her right nipple.
"Ahhh!" She cried again when the left was struck with equal force.
"Ahhh!" Erica cried when the pad struck between her legs in a metronome
like fashion, as Keith swung it from the inside of one of her thighs to the
other.
She had entered sub-space, where she felt, but at the same time, did not
feel the pain of the crop. Erica had placed herself in submission to a
Master, who was now using her as he had done many times before.
Her flesh had warmed by the crop, her mind once again on fire. The same
feelings of both pain and pleasure that she had experienced when she had
been in therapy and afterwards coursed through her body. She longed for
Keith to throw the crop away, unchain her, and then take her on the Dungeon
floor. But she knew that he wouldn't do that, and that brought a tear to
her eyes.
"Kiss the crop," ordered Keith suddenly.
Erica had not realized that he had even stopped striking her with the
crop, she had been so deep in thought, the pain forgotten from the session.
"Yes, Master," cried Erica as she followed his instructions.
Keith reached out, and began to pinch and play with her erect nipples,
tweaking them between his thumb and forefinger. Erica felt like gasping
each time that he did so, but stayed silent. She knew that she could
absorb a lot of use, as she had done before.
"How do you feel, Erica?"
"Fine, Master."
"Then we shall continue with a flogger. Lisa, get me the deerskin flogger
from the cabinet," ordered Keith as he handed the crop to the slave.
"Yes, Master."
Keith ran his fingers through the soft deerskin hide, feeling the strands
on his skin. Erica watched, hanging by her wrists, her body still exposed
to the next part of her punishment.
"Prepare yourself."
"Yes, Master."
Again Erica felt the impact of a deerskin flogger on her flesh, the
strands slapping aginst her skin. She dug her nails into her palms,
disassociating her body from her mind.
The brief respite from the crop had left her body soaking in sweat, and
she knew that her flesh was red and warm to the touch. The flogging that
she was now receiving would only increase the warmth of her flesh.
It was not Keith's style to insert his fingers into her exposed sex, and
Erica knew that the flogging was making her sexually excited and wet
between her legs. The first that this had happened during therapy it had
shocked her, the association of pain and sexual pleasure together.
When she had served as a slave the mere sight of an instrument like the
crop or the flogger would bring her juices flowing. Erica had always
wondered if she really had been a painslut after all, as she had been
called many times.
"Ahhhh!" cried Erica after a harsh stroke landed on her Venus mound.
Her whole body seemed on fire, like she was a human torch. She wanted to
cum again and again, never to stop.
Erica did not know, or care, how much time had elapsed since her session
had begun. The entire universe had shrunk to the confines of the Dungeon,
and her use by her Master. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed.
"Lisa?" asked Keith.
"Yes, Master?"
"Have you ever been in a state called flying?"
"No, Sir."
"Erica is in that state now, her body is on fire, yet her mind has
divorced itself from her body."
It seemed strange for them to talk about her like she really wasn't there,
but Erica did not answer, wanting instead to remain in her present mental
state.
"Take her down," ordered Keith when he had delivered the last stroke.
Erica could not at first keep to her feet when the chain lowered her to
the ground. Keith held her tightly to his body as Lisa unlocked her
wrists, then ankles. He carried her over to the bench, and sat her naked
form on the leather.
Then he sat next to her, and held her sweat covered and red marked body
close to his, whispering things into her ears that Lisa could not hear.
Gradually, Erica returned to her faculties, moving her fingers, arms, and
legs. Her chest heaved with each breath, her breasts rising and falling.
"Are you all right?" asked Keith.
"Fine, Master."
"It is now late in the evening, I have to go. Your final use this night
will be at the hands of your slave. Lisa has been allowed to take you to
bed, which I cannot."
"Yes, Master."
"Until that time, you will wear a chastity belt around your waist," calmly
said Keith.
"Yes, Master."
Erica was taken to the cell, where there was a small sink and toilet. She
was allowed to empty herself, but not touch herself afterwards. Lisa
cleaned her bottom and her sex, then locked the belt around Erica's waist
with Keith watching her closely.
"Very good, Lisa," complimented Keith.
"Thank you, Sir."
Lisa held her Mistress as the three of them went back upstairs in the
elevator, and Erica was conducted to the couch in the library. She did not
touch either the belt around her waist, or her exposed nipples.
The sky was now dark, and Keith changed back into his street clothes. He
kissed Erica on the cheek, then bade good-bye to both Erica and Lisa.
"Are you all right, Mistress?" asked Lisa as she held a glass of water for
Erica to drink.
"Fine, Lisa."
"I was going to say this later, when we are in bed. I am truly amazed by
the amount of use that you took. I would have been screaming in pain,
begging him to stop. But you took the strokes without calling your
safeword."
"Thank you, Lisa."
"Do you want me to unlock you from the belt, now that Master Keith is
gone?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because he ordered that you were to take me to bed, and not remove the
belt until then," pointed out Erica as she got to her feet, "at least he
didn't put a dildo inside me until then."
Erica smiled, since the reason that Keith had locked the belt around her
waist was so that she wouldn't be able to sexually relieve herself. Had he
placed a dildo inside her, Erica would have cum immediately. Instead, her
sex was imprisoned inside steel and leather, forbidden to her touch.
"Are you hungry?" asked Lisa.
"No thank you, I'll eat tomorrow."
Erica glanced at the clock, it was now Midnight.
"Let me clean up, and then we can go to bed," said Lisa.
"That will be fine," said Erica, as she stood shakily on her own two feet
again.
Erica pulled at the chastity belt around her waist, and toyed with the
small locks. A lifetime ago, she had interned for a summer at the offices
of Vogue in New York. She gazed at herself in the library mirror.
"Mistress?" asked Lisa, "what are you thinking about?"
"This will never make the fall fashion collections in New York," stated
Erica as she modeled her striped and naked body with her sex imprisoned by
the leather chastity belt in the mirror, "never."
The summer following after she had worked at Vogue, she was again working
in New York City. Except that she was at the very pinnacle of women's
fashion. A friend of her mother had gotten her a job at Gucci for the
summer. While it was true that the fall fashions were already sold, there
was the work on the fashions for next spring, since fashion works six
months ahead of the calendar.
She had done everything from modeling to sewing, to photo layouts. During
that summer, she had been seduced by both a man and woman, and had bedded
both. In all, her two summers working in the fashion industry had been
interesting, but she finally decided that she didn't want to work there
after all.
But it had certainly been fun for a young woman in college!
It wasn't until they were in bed shortly afterwards did their laughter
subside, as Lisa used her Mistress sexually. Erica sucked at Lisa's cunt
lips, plunging her tongue inside to excite Lisa's clit at the same time.
Her slave moaned and bucked as Erica made love to her, but she did not tap
Erica with the crop that she was holding. As if she was afraid to, given
the harsh use that Erica had already sustained earlier that night.
The next morning, Lisa released Erica's collar and bracelets, then sank to
her knees in front of her Mistress.
"Mistress Erica, may I say something?" asked Lisa.
"Of course you may."
"I never really understood submission before. I only thought that I did,
and Mistress Judith always backed away from making demands that would truly
test me. It wasn't until I saw Master Keith use you, saw you flying as
Master Keith called it after such a harsh session did I really understand
what submission really meant. And when you refused my offer to release you
from the belt until we went to bed did I understand that your honor and
your word were at stake."
"Thank you."
"I promise to obey all of your orders, to truly learn from you. I
understand now that this isn't a game, but very serious business."
"Thank you, Lisa. Now let's have a bath and get cleaned up, and plan the
future of this House together."
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
As Lisa knelt before her Mistress Erica sensed that her slave had meant
what she had said. Lisa now held her body tightly, differently that she
had before. Proudly in submission to her Mistress Erica.
Part Three: The Client
June 1984
Erica paced the library, walking back and forth. She had achieved the
position of Domme, yet she had been disturbed by events in the last few
weeks that she had not even been a part of.
First came the news that her former Master Daniel had promoted Lauren
Singer to Dominatrix in a large S&M Club in Manhattan. He had thrown a
huge party that everyone in the scene had attended, unlike the small
gathering that Keith had thrown for her months earlier.
Then came the news that Daniel had died in a drunk driving accident. He
had gone out drinking, then rammed a tree at over 90 miles an hour after
falling asleep. Finally, alcohol that had turned him mean and vicious had
helped to take his life.
But it was the last piece of news that had been the most shocking of all.
All the time that she and Lauren had been Daniel's slaves, Lauren had been
separated from her husband. He had died of a sudden heart attack, and
Lauren had inherited his estate.
The thought that Lauren was a Dominatrix and now possessed financial power
frightened Erica down to her core. Lauren was full of Daniel's ideas about
power and submission. With all that wealth at her disposal she would be a
dangerous Domme indeed.
"Mistress Erica, Joann Robins is here," announced Lisa.
"You may conduct her into the library," ordered Erica, as she resumed her
seat behind the library desk, placing Lauren out of her thoughts, in order
to interview a new candidate.
Joann Robins was one of the wealthy in Greenwich, who had not waited to
inherit a fortune from her family, but had instead gone out and made one of
her own. She had started two companies, then sold them, and then made a
killing on Wall Street afterwards. She was thirty-five, beautiful, thin,
muscular, and tanned. Her hair was a dark brown, an expensive salon had
done her hair and nails, and she owned an estate outside of Greenwich.
She was wearing a blouse, white linen skirt, no stockings, and matching
heels. Under the blouse, the outlines of her white bra could be seen, and
under her skirt a pair of panties outlined her bottom. Joann was a very
beautiful woman, indeed.
Alana Peters and Joann Robins had met once, at a formal ball in Manhattan.
But that had been in another lifetime.
"Thank you, Lisa. Leave us," directed Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," replied Lisa as she closed the door behind her.
"I am Mistress Erica Riken," Erica said softly, "pleased to meet you."
It was early evening, and Erica now had the golden opportunity in her
career as a Dominatrix. Joann Robins was a wealthy woman, prominent in
Greenwich Society, who wanted to seek out a Mistress rather than travel to
New York City. Erica had arranged for Joann to be "collected"; blindfolded
so she would not know the location, then driven to Erica's house.
"I am not sure how to address you," replied Joann.
"Mistress Erica will do. Are you nervous?"
"Yes."
"Drink?"
"Diet Coke would be fine, thank you, Mistress Erica."
"Two Diet Cokes, Lisa," ordered Erica after she pressed the intercom
button on her desk.
They waited a short time before there was a knock on the door, and Lisa
entered. She placed a large glass containing ice and soda in front of
Erica and her guest, bowed, then closed the door behind her.
"Is she?" asked Joann.
"Is she what?"
"Your………slave?"
"Yes," answered Erica as she sipped at her drink.
"Then this is all for real," said Joann.
"You do want to be used by a Mistress, don't you?" asked Erica.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Last year, I was involved in a strange relationship. I went riding and
misused the horse. My boyfriend took the riding crop to my bare bottom
after he pulled down my riding breeches."
"And what happened?" asked Erica.
"I got wet between my legs, I was so embarrassed. Later on, he spanked me
one night in bed. It turned me on! However, he went off to Europe, and I
haven't found anyone since who could………"
"Fulfill your desires," said Erica finishing the woman's sentence.
"Yes."
"If you want to serve a Mistress who will fulfill your desires with the
utmost discretion, then I am the one that you seek. I can answer your
fantasies, and provide you with an experience that you will never have
otherwise," stated Erica.
"I have these strange feelings," admitted Joann, "that I cannot reconcile
with myself."
"Of submission?" asked Erica as she sipped her drink.
"No. Yes," confessed Joann.
"Do you envision yourself at the feet of a leather clad woman who will use
your body, cover you in stripes, keep you naked and bound?"
"Yes," admitted Joann.
"You realize that these desires of yours place you outside the normal
scheme of things, don't you?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Are you prepared to feel the confines of steel and leather, be kept naked
at all times, and endure the lash and crop?"
"Yes, Mistress, I am."
"You do understand that you are free to leave at any time, that I am not
forcing you to become my slave?"
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"Good," answered Erica as she took another sip of her drink, then reclined
back in the chair.
"What do you want to me to do, Mistress Erica?" asked Joann as she placed
her empty glass on a nearby table.
There was dead silence in the library as Erica carefully considered her
next move. What to do?
"Since you have not written your bio yet, nothing serious. But I would
like you to strip so that I can see that lovely body of yours," Erica
ordered.
"Strip?" asked Joann.
"Naked," answered Erica, "unless you know some other way."
Hesitantly, Joann rose to her feet, her eyes looking all around the
library. Slowly, she unzipped her skirt, revealing white panties
underneath, then folding her skirt and placing it on the chair. Her blouse
followed, and then she undid her bra, then slipped her panties from her
hips. She stood in silence, naked before Erica.
"Turn around," Erica ordered.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Joann as she followed Erica's instruction.
"Have you ever been naked in front of other women?" asked Erica.
"Sometimes in the steam room at the health club, Mistress."
"You have a beautiful body," observed Erica, "if you choose to serve me,
you may be marked. You will either have to hide your marks, or explain
them away somehow."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Get dressed," ordered Erica, "I shall not use you this evening."
"Not even to be spanked, Mistress?" asked Joann.
"Not until you have written your bio. Are you busy this weekend?"
"I was planning on going on a friend's yacht, if the weather is good,
Mistress."
"Cancel it," Erica ordered, "you're going to be spending the weekend with
me."
"Mistress?" asked Joann, a look of bewilderment on her face.
"You shall spend the weekend here, with me, naked and collared. Only
after you have written a sexual biography will I use you for the first
time. What time do you want the car to collect you on Saturday morning?"
asked Erica.
"Mistress?"
"You have gotten your wish, Joann. I am a Mistress who can help you to
experience your deepest and darkest sexual desires. If you do not take
this chance now, I shall never see you again."
"Nine AM, Mistress," hesitantly answered Joann.
"Excellent," answered Erica, "think long and hard for the rest of the week
about your sexuality, as you have never done before. If you have the
slightest doubt about what you are to begin, then you should refuse me."
"Yes, Mistress."
"You are about to abandon your station in life, Joann. You shall be kept
naked, on display at all times, free for my use or my Maid, so should I
order. You will be wearing a collar around your neck, bracelets on your
wrists and ankles, and your lovely body available for whatever use I
decide. That includes my hand, the lash or the crop, or anything else that
I decide. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress, I think so," shakily answered Joann.
"Good," said Erica as she rose from her chair, "once dressed, Lisa will
call the car for you."
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
Erica and Lisa watched at the car pulled away, Joann riding in the back
seat a pair of dark glasses covering her eyes. Erica had watched as Joann
replaced the clothes that she had removed earlier, her guest blushing
throughout.
"Will she be back, Mistress?" asked Lisa.
"Yes," Erica answered confidently, "yes."
* * * * *
Erica sat at her desk, sipping from a can of Diet Coke. She was staring
at the words on the computer screen that she had just written. She chewed
on the eraser at the end of a pencil, thinking.
There, on the screen, were her plans for training a slave. Having them
strip, and wear only a collar and cuffs. Except if a woman was having her
period, of course.
They would write a sexual biography of themselves, explaining what they
had or had not done sexually. Erica would then assess what she would do,
or not do with them, since she would never force a person to do an activity
that might hurt them.
The memory of Daniel's cock forcing itself into her anus was all too
recent, how she had begged him to stop. The pain she felt when he rammed
himself into her hole.
'I'll never do that to a slave,' thought Erica.
She would explain what a safeword was, then never go beyond it if a slave
ever used it. She would test a slave, of course. But never harm or cause
injury.
She would not humiliate in public, or play sex games. Whether a slave was
a woman of means or an average person, she would only use them within the
confines of the Mansion. No going out to Dinner with a slave, and leaving
them without money to pay the check.
Erica sipped at her drink, knowing that what she had written was just the
beginning.
Keith's use of her last month had energized her, and had demonstrated to
Lisa the commitment involved in submission. Lisa now obeyed Erica
implicitly, following her every word.
Erica's journey as a Dominatrix had begun.
* * * * * *
"Enter!" commanded Erica.
"Joann Robins is here, Mistress," announced Lisa from outside the library
doors.
"Conduct her in here."
"Yes, Mistress."
Joann Robins followed Lisa into the library. It was now Saturday morning
and she had been collected, placed dark glasses on her eyes, then driven to
Erica's estate. She was wearing a loose sundress, and Erica wondered if
she was wearing any underwear, since she did not seem to have a visible
pantyline under her clothes.
"Welcome," greeted Erica, "Joann, you may be seated."
Joann assumed a seat in front of the library desk, and Lisa remained
standing at her side. She was clearly nervous, the way that she was
clutching her handbag.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Have you made your decision?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"What is it to be?"
"I want to serve you, Mistress Erica," softly answered Joann.
"Thank you, your trust in me shall not be misplaced. Lisa shall now
conduct you to the bedroom where you shall be prepared. Have you done as I
asked, thought deeply about your sexuality?"
"Yes, Mistress," quickly answered Lisa.
"Lisa," Erica ordered, "please prepare our guest in the bedroom."
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
Twenty minutes later, Lisa again interrupted Erica. Except that this time
it was to bring Joann back to the library. The woman was now naked, with a
collar around her neck, and leather bracelets on her wrists and ankles.
Her wrists were locked behind her back, but her feet were not hobbled. She
had brought a pair of modest heels with her on Janet's orders, and they
were now locked upon her feet by a series of small leather straps.
"Thank you, Lisa. You may release Joann's hands, and lock her collar to
the school desk.
Erica had pushed the leather chairs off to one side, and had placed and
locked a school desk that she had purchased directly in front of her
library desk. On the desk was a lined legal pad, and a pen and pencil.
Lisa did as she was instructed, and her charge was now locked to the
motionless desk, which was in turn locked to the floor. Joann would not be
going anywhere soon.
"Before you begin serving me, Joann, you are ordered to write a sexual
biography of yourself. Your sexual experiences the fantasies that you have
about yourself and others. Especially those that involve serving a
Mistress."
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"I shall leave you alone in the library, and you may call Lisa or myself
if you want a drink or have to go to the bathroom. You must write, or else
I shall not use you, do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"One last order, you must select a safeword. That will be your choice."
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica and Lisa then walked out of the library, leaving Joann alone to her
thoughts and writing. She had pulled at the desk and her chain on Erica's
orders, and found them to be implacable. She was a prisoner until
released.
* * * * * *
After three hours of working, and one call for a drink, Joann called and
asked that Erica return to the library. Joann had written about a dozen
pages in a clear distinctive handwriting that Erica would have no problem
reading.
"Excellent," complimented Erica, "thank you, Joann."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Lisa, take Joann to the kitchen, and give her lunch. I'm going to read
what she has written, and then have her clean house with you as instructed.
I'll check on your progress a little later."
"Yes, Mistress," replied Lisa as she unlocked Joann from the school desk.
Erica sat down behind the desk to read, and she wondered just how Joann
would take to being ordered around by a Maid dressed in black satin. But
that would be after her lunch, of course.
* * * * *
In the past few weeks, Erica had sketched out the broad outlines of how
she would conduct herself as a Domme. She would primarily service the
wealthy women of Greenwich and the environs of Connecticut and New York.
Though if someone interesting came along who couldn't pay her for the
exclusive services that she offered, that would be forgiven. Perhaps
payment was too strong a word, she would instead use the word "gift."
Erica read Joann's bio after lunch in the library. Joann may have been a
wealthy woman with her name in the society pages, but she hadn't said
anything when Lisa ordered her to put on an apron over her nakedness and
assist her in house cleaning.
Having Joann come on Saturday morning really didn't allow for enough time
for her training. Erica decided that from now on she would have a prospect
come on Friday night. There was barely enough time to have her outfitted,
do a few chores with Lisa, then serve a meal or two, and have a session on
Saturday night before she would have to leave the next day.
That was going to be all part of her decisions as a Domme, and Mistress of
her House.
* * * * * *
"Mistress?"
Joann had been called from her chores by Erica, and was now kneeling in
front of her on the library carpet. The apron had been left in the
kitchen, and she was naked once again.
"I have read your biography, and have found you suitable. You have a
desire for submission, and you want your body used by a Mistress. Is that
correct?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"I gave you an order in the library besides writing down your bio. Do you
remember what that was?"
"I had to choose a safeword, Mistress."
"Have you chosen one?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress. I would like my safeword to be passion."
"Very good choice, Joann."
Erica looked at her watch. It was already five, and Dinner had been
scheduled for seven. That had left enough time for Joann's first use,
which would be just a prelude for her real use later that evening in the
Dungeon.
"You told me that the first time you had been physically used was in the
club, a man had taken down your riding breeches and used a crop on your
behind. Is that correct?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And you have been spanked as well?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And how did you feel after both incidents?"
"I enjoyed them, Mistress Erica," replied Joann, her cheeks blushing red.
"Good," said Erica as she rose to her feet, then walked over to the couch,
a hairbrush in her hand.
Erica noted the Joann suddenly grew nervous at the sight of the wooden
hairbrush in the hands of her Mistress. What was before just an innocuous
household object was now something quite different in the hands of a Domme.
"Drape yourself over my knees," ordered Erica as she sat on the couch, the
brush in her hands.
"Have I done anything wrong………Mistress?" protested Joann.
"No you haven't, Joann. So far, you have obeyed all of my orders
perfectly. Your reward then shall be your first use, a mild one on your
bottom. So get on my knees, your training has just begun."
Meekly, Joann rose to her feet, then placed herself gingerly over Erica's
lap. Erica admired her fine body, perfect figure and skin. She had
decided that she would not invade Joann sexually until after her first
spanking.
"Prepare to be spanked."
"Yes, Owwww!" shouted Joann as the hairbrush struck her bottom.
Erica had begun with a mild stroke, one that was barely harder than if
Joann had fallen to the ground. Her shock was mainly due to the surprise
that she felt on having her bottom used by a Mistress for the first time.
"Owww!
"Owwww!
"Owwww!
Erica would strike Joann's bottom in one place, then move on to another.
Just a few weeks before, she had seen Joann's picture in the paper in the
society pages. Now the same woman, a socialite, was draped over knees
being spanked.
"Owww!
"Owww!
"Owww!
"Owww!" cried Joann each time that the hairbrush struck her behind.
Erica had imagined that Joann would rise to her feet, screaming about the
indignity of her use by Erica, but instead she remained on Erica's lap,
absorbing every blow to her bottom and perhaps her dignity as well.
"Enough," said Erica, "you may kneel."
Erica had moderately used Joann's bottom, so that her skin was a mild
shade of red. She did not want to either use Joann so severely as to
frighten her off, just enough to make her want more. Judging from her
response to a spanking that had consisted of just ten strokes with the
hairbrush, she was definitely interested in continuing with Erica.
"Very good," complimented Erica.
"Thank you, Mistress," answered Joann, her hair slightly in disarray and
her entire body excited by the spanking.
"Are you wet?"
"Mistress?" asked Joann in surprise.
"I said, are you wet? You have permission to touch yourself."
"I don't, I mean………"
"While you are in my House, you are forbidden to touch your breasts or
your sex, unless given express permission my myself or Lisa. You are also
forbidden to give yourself an orgasm, or to sexually excite yourself. Do
you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"Good, I therefore give you permission to place your hand between your
legs, and tell me if I have excited you."
Hesitantly, with a huge red blush on her cheeks, Joann inserted her right
hand between her legs, then moaned slightly as her fingers penetrated into
her womanhood.
"Ohhh!" cried Joann.
"You may remove your hand," ordered Erica.
When Joann did so, her index and forefinger were coated with her juices.
Joann, it seemed, had been stimulated quite easily, by just a mild
spanking. Erica wondered what the effect that the crop would have on her.
"Taste yourself."
Have crossed one divide, it was easy to cross another. Joann drew her
fingers to her mouth, and sucked at her own juices from between her legs.
"Very good, Joann," complimented Erica.
"Thank you, Mistress Erica."
"Have you ever masturbated yourself in the presence of another woman or
man?" asked Erica.
"No, Mistress," replied Joann, embarrassment evident in her voice.
"Here, you shall learn how to do just that, on my command."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now go and rejoin Lisa in the kitchen. You are to prepare Dinner with
Lisa, then serve me in the Dining Room. Later this evening, you shall be
used."
"Thank you, Mistress," said Joann, still kneeling on the carpet.
"One last thing before you go. Now that I have used you for the first
time, I have given Lisa permission to discipline you if you fail to obey
and order or make a mistake. You are to take her orders as if they were
mine, do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"You have taken your first steps into slavery, Joann. Do not disappoint
me. You have my leave to go."
"Thank you, Mistress."
Erica watched as Joann rose to her feet, bowed, then left the library.
Joann was clearly excited and afraid at the same time. It would be up to
Erica to get her prospect over her worries to make her comfortable with her
new found submission.
But that was her job as a Domme, of course. Just as Mistress Judith had
done with her in NYC, and later Daniel (at least in the beginning) and
Keith had done with her.
* * * * *
Lisa and Joann had prepared a somewhat elaborate Dinner for Erica, and it
had all gone off rather well. Since it was summer, they had prepared Clam
chowder, and baked flounder with salad, and to drink, white wine.
Joann had served under Lisa, and she had taken all of her orders
perfectly. Erica wished that she could have had another Domme present, but
that would be for the future. Time to make friends with other Dommes and
learn from them, to develop a stable of slaves eager to serve Mistress
Erica.
Erica was served coffee and cake in the Dining Room after the dishes had
been cleared. Lisa and Joann would eat together, then clean up after
Dinner was over. Lisa would keep Joann busy until she would be taken down
to the Dungeon to be used.
While finishing her coffee, Erica had a strange thought, one that rose
unbidden, from her days back on Wall Street: she wondered how many slaves
it would take to amortize the investment that she had made in the Dungeon
and all it's contents?
* * * * *
Erica dressed that night in a black PVC Dominatrix dress that had long
sleeves and the hemline of which ended above her knees. She had not yet
totally gotten used to wearing very high heels, so she instead decided on a
more modest pair. She modeled herself in the mirror, admiring the way the
fabric molded itself to her figure.
Lisa had taken Joann down to the Dungeon, and was already down there
waiting for her. It was after 10 PM, and Erica had wanted Joann to get a
little rest. Her slave in training was going to be having a busy night.
Erica walked down the steps, only wishing that the Mansion had an elevator
installed to reach the second floor as well. Still, it was exciting to
wear a fetish dress in her House, to feel the PVC hug itself to all of her
curves.
She took the elevator downstairs, then walked into the Dungeon. There,
just as she had ordered, was Lisa and Joann.
Lisa was dressed in a black satin Maid's outfit with black hose and a pair
of matching heels. The outfit was cinched mildly tightly around her waist,
which expanded her bust. Erica wondered if she should buy a corset or
basque for her to wear, since she had already bought some for herself.
Joann was naked, and kneeling on the floor. Her hands were locked behind
her back, and she was wearing a blindfold and ballgag, and Lisa was holding
onto a leash that was attached to her collar. Her prospect was already
quite helpless.
"Very good, Lisa," complimented Erica.
"Thank you, Mistress."
Joann stayed silent in her position, then Erica signaled for Lisa to
remove her blindfold. Joann blinked in the sudden light as her vision was
restored to her.
Her eyes registered surprise as she took in the tableau in front of her,
as she recognized the various devices that were now before her.
"You may remove her gag."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Thank you, Mistress," said Joann when the ball was removed from her
mouth.
"Do you recognize what these things are?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do you submit to me of your own free will, without coercion or duress?"
asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"That I shall have the freedom to use your body in any way I choose while
you are here?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"That you will remain silent about what happens to you here?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"That you have consented to be my slave?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Then prepare to be used," said Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," replied Joann, softly.
"Lisa, tie her to the to the post," ordered Erica.
The post was something that Erica had seen in a catalog and had ordered.
It was more like an inverted T, and a slaves arm's could be bound behind
her and attached to the post, and her bracelets on her ankles would be
bound to the ends of the bar. This would make her breasts protrude, and
leave her sex exposed to whatever Erica could devise.
Once secured, Erica selected a riding crop with a leather piece at the
end. It would leave a red mark and sting, but not really hurt. But it was
perfect for introducing a new prospect to the crop.
"I shall crop you first, Joann."
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica began by using the crop on Joann's breasts. Every time that the
leather struck her, Joann emitted a low moan. Erica struck her breasts,
shoulders, stomach, thighs, and lightly on her sex.
She delivered her strokes in-groups of five, paused, then began again.
Erica wanted Joann to slowly get used to the crop, and began with a series
of very mild strokes that she soon increased in intensity and strength.
"Ahhh!" cried Joann.
"Are you excited, slave?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress, yes!"
"Then I will continue, however," paused Erica.
Erica reached out and pinched Joann's right nipple, which had grown hard
from her sexual excitement from having been cropped. Then she reached
down, and ran her fingers through Joann's pussy hair, and stroked her Venus
mound.
"How pretty a woman you are, yet you long to be whipped and disciplined by
a Mistress. That lovely skin of yours will bear the marks of my lash and
crop, and be virgin no more. Have you ever been to bed with a woman?"
asked Erica.
"Just once, Mistress."
"Then in this House you shall also learn how to please your Mistress in
bed. But that will be later."
"Ohhhh!" cried Joann as Erica gently inserted her index finger inside
Joann's cuntlips, making her squirm and moan.
"Your body belongs to me now, Joann. I will use you in any way that I
desire."
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
Erica then made Joann suck her juices off of her finger, then used the
crop on her a few more times, leaving a series of red marks on her skin.
Joann moaned and pulled at her bonds without effect, and she looked like
she was about to cry, but did not.
"Kiss the crop and thank your Mistress," ordered Erica when she had
finished.
"Thank………Thank you, Mistress Erica," stuttered Joann, in shock from her
first real use.
"Lisa, hang Joann from the ceiling. I shall flog her next," calmly
described Erica.
The use of the word "flog" had clearly disturbed Joann. As Lisa took her
down from the post, then secured her wrists to the ceiling chain, Erica had
glanced into the woman's eyes. Though Joann said nothing, and meekly
submitted as she was again made helpless, Erica could just image what
horrors must be going through her mind.
Once a spreader bar had been locked to Joann's ankles, Lisa had activated
the motor and pulled her taut. Her feet were still resting on the floor,
but now Joann was straight as a ruler.
Erica removed a flogger made of a soft felt material. It would strike the
flesh, and leave a mark. But not really sting or hurt.
"Kiss the flogger," ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Joann as she did as she was told.
"You are ordered to count each stroke."
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
"Four!"
"Five!"
As she delivered each stroke Erica carefully watched Joann's facial
expressions. In the beginning, Joann had been very scared. But after a
few strokes, when she had realized that the flogger would not strip the
skin from her, Joann had relaxed. She pulled at her chains, the muscles
visible under her skin. But the fear slowly had dissipated.
"Eight!"
"Ten!"
"Twelve!"
"Fifteen!"
Since this was her first real use, Erica did not want to scare Joann. On
Monday morning, she wanted Joann to gaze at her marks with pride and she
had been courageous enough to take them onto her body, and to want to
return. Her strokes were modest, and stung, and left a mark behind. Their
mild pain had been transmuted into pleasure.
"Twenty!" yelled Joann, slightly her voice slightly hoarse from counting
out each stroke.
"Very good Joann," complimented Erica, "very good, indeed."
"Thank you, Mistress," panted Joann.
"Lisa, please take Joann upstairs, clean her up, then chain her at the
foot of my bed? I'll want her about forty five minutes."
"Yes, Mistress Erica," smartly answered Lisa.
Erica presented the flogger to Joann, who kissed it without having to be
told. From the way that Joann was pulling at her chains, Erica knew that
Joann was now excited sexually in a way that she had never been before. If
the mild cropping and spanking that her boyfriend had done before had made
her wet, her first use in the Dungeon had brought her to a new level of
sexual energy. It would be up to Erica to provide a release.
"Lisa, make sure that she doesn't touch her nipples or her pussy, could
you? I don't want her to climax," ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"Thank you Lisa, I shall be in the library."
* * * * * *
Just after Midnight, Erica entered her bedroom. Joann was kneeling on the
carpet, naked and bound, as per her instructions. Erica had spent the time
in the library reading while Lisa had prepared her slave.
Erica stripped off the PVC dress, and hung it in the closet. Then she
walked into the bathroom, and quickly washed the sweat off her. She dried
herself, then emerged back to the bedroom.
"Are you ready to serve your Mistress in bed?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica unlocked Joann's collar chain, then her wrists. She lay down on the
bedcovers, then opened her thighs.
"Please your Mistress, else the crop awaits."
Erica was more than pleased to discover that she did not have to use the
crop to encourage Joann. The woman was insatiable once she began to suck
and lick at Erica's pussy, and drove her Mistress to one climax after
another.
Then Erica used her own mouth and lips and released all of Joann's pent-up
sexual energy in one shattering sexual climax after another. Then Erica
used a dildo, which she pushed deep into Joann's sex, making her moan and
buck with one climax after another.
Erica failed to notice what time they finally stopped making love, but she
didn't much care either, since she was exhausted. She looked at Joann, who
had fallen asleep first, and the woman had a pleased expression on her
face. Even if her collar had been locked to a chain from a ringbolt on the
wall.
* * * * *
"Will she be back, Mistress?" asked Lisa as they watched the car drive
away with Joann in the back seat.
Joann had been bathed the next morning and had breakfast with Lisa, then
she had been ushered into the library for a exit interview with Erica.
Erica had asked her all kinds of questions about her use, and she was sure
that Joann had replied truthfully. The woman had enjoyed her first taste
of slavery, and had wanted more.
"Yes," answered Erica, "she'll be back."
What Erica had not counted on was that after a few months of use, Joann
would ask if she could send some of her girlfriends to be used by Erica, to
experience submission. Mistress Erica and her Maid Lisa would be very busy
in the months to come.
