The Challenge
Chapter 10: The Rescue
Part One: The Debt Recalled
February 1986
The party was held at the country home of Mistress Marcia, and her
husband, Simon. They owned a successful catering business in New York
City, and lived there during the week. But on weekends, they stayed in
their country house up in Pawling, New York.
They owned an old farmhouse, with plenty of room. They had converted the
basement to a D/s playroom that they kept locked unless they were having a
party.
Erica and Lisa had been invited, and they stayed together almost all of
the time. Food and drinks had been served upstairs, and the playroom had
been reserved for play and demonstrations.
While there was a substantial interest in showing off homemade toys,
whips, floggers, and the like, Erica really wasn't into that sort of thing.
She much preferred to just go to the city, and buy all of her toys there
in the shops.
Erica and Lisa sat together in the playroom, sipping their drinks. They
chatted with other Masters and Mistresses that Erica knew, and made small
talk.
"You're very successful," whispered a Domme in Erica's ear.
Erica turned and hugged her friend Erin, and kissed her on the cheek.
"Erin! I didn't know that you were here," greeted Erica.
"I didn't either, but my husband just begged me to come. I'll punish him
later for that," laughed Erin.
"You're looking well," commented Erica.
"Thank you, a little dieting helps."
Erin was an Irish Redhead who Dommed only men, and then she turned around
and married one of her slaves. They lived over in New Jersey, and they
both had their own careers. She stood 5 foot five in heels, and was
wearing a leather bodysuit, and long gloves.
"Someone's just come in upstairs, and she's going to Domme a new prospect
of hers."
"Really, who's that?" asked Erica.
"I've never seen her before, have you ever heard of a Mistress Lauren?"
"Yes," replied Erica, "I've heard of her."
"I want to get a drink upstairs, I'll see you later," said Erin.
Erica and Lisa had been sitting up front, in the front row of folding
chairs next to some of the toys that their hosts had in the playroom. They
had a set of stocks, some ceiling chains, a padded sawhorse, bondage
platform, and finally a bondage cross.
"Do you want to leave?" asked Lisa.
"No, but let's sit in the back," said Erica.
"I think that I saw some masks around here."
"Get two," ordered Erica.
While Erica got two seats in the back, Lisa removed two masks from a table
against one of the walls. According to D/s etiquette, once masked, nobody
would identify them to anyone else. They sat in back, next to a male and
female couple. He was her master, she wore a collar, and he was holding
onto her leash.
Erica and Lisa sat down together, and placed masks on their faces. Their
companions nodded to them in knowing silence.
"I would now like to introduce Mistress Lauren, and her painslut," said
Mistress Marcia, "who are going to provide a little demonstration for us
this evening."
Lisa glanced at her watch, because she knew that they had a meeting
tomorrow in Manhattan. She pointed at the dial, and Erica indicated that
they should stay seated.
Lauren walked out in front of the small audience, wearing a Dominatrix
dress in black leather, and matching heels. She was holding the leash of a
cloaked and collared woman in a black mask that was walking behind her.
"Thank you, Mistress Marcia. This is my painslut, named simply S. I am
going to provide a demonstration of how a slave can take an extraordinary
amount of use."
The audience sat in silence as Lauren unlocked the leash from the slave's
collar, then removed her cloak. Under the cloak, the woman was totally
naked, except for wrist and ankle bracelets. Erica noted the signs that
she had been harshly used before.
'No surprise, given that she serves Lauren,' Erica thought to herself.
Without even asking for a safeword, Lauren pulled the woman over to the
bar, forcing her legs apart then locked her ankles, then after bending her
over, her wrists to the legs of the padded sawhorse.
From her bag she then removed a paddle, and displayed it to the audience.
"I shall start with a paddle on her behind," said Lauren.
Without ceremony or any other prelude, she began by delivering a modest
blow to the slave's bottom, who remained silent during her use. Then she
followed that up with a regular series of strokes, each one harder than the
last.
There was no counting of the strokes by the slave, or by Mistress Lauren.
But in the back, Erica's trained eye counted each stroke. Soon, the slave
began to emit little cries after every stroke or two.
Her bottom was fast progressing from lightly to mildly onto harshly
punished, as Lauren rained blow after blow on her exposed and vulnerable
ass cheeks. Lauren did not stop, pause, or show any mercy. Or any concern
for her slave, either.
"Do you want to leave?" softly asked Lisa.
"No, hush," replied Erica.
After Erica had counted thirty blows with the paddle had been delivered,
and the last series the hardest of all, did Lauren abruptly stop.
"Thank you, Mistress!" cried S.
There was scattered applause from the audience, most of who did not know
of Mistress Lauren, Erica guessed. After this night, though, everyone
would.
"Thank you," Lauren said to her audience, "now I shall continue."
Lauren then released S from the padded sawhorse, and wasted no time in
locking her wrists to the ceiling chain. She attached a spreader bar to
her ankles, opening her sex to whatever Lauren intended.
Casually, Lauren pinched the slave's nipples so hard as to make her cry
out, then dug her nails cruelly into her sex.
"I shall make you scream," threatened Lauren.
"Yes, Mistress."
From her bag, Lauren then selected a crop. This one was a long straight
object, a piece of bamboo reed wrapped in leather. Unlike other crops,
this one was intended for harsh use. There was no leather pad at the end,
which was usually used on a slave. So the rod itself would be used.
Again, Lauren began to issue one stroke after another onto the taut form
of S. While the first strokes were quite mild, others were considerably
more severe.
Erica counted each stroke, her eyes recording each one and her mind
counting them one by one. S would cry out occasionally, a stifled moan.
The sound of someone who no longer cared whatever happened to her.
Lauren continued without pause or mercy again, heavily striping her slave.
Erica somehow managed to keep count, even when Lauren circled around her
slave.
S endured strokes to the inside and outside of her thighs, her sex, her
breasts, and also to her injured bottom. She was not hanging off the
floor, but instead was standing on the soles of her feet.
"Ahhhhh!" S cried sharply when the crop struck her sex, making her jump
within her confinement.
"Silence, slave!" ordered Lauren, who slashed at S even harder.
Erica believed that she counted forty strokes before Lauren stopped. The
stripes that Lauren had left behind would last for weeks, thought Erica,
and would become real welts the next day.
'What sort of woman would want to endure such punishment?' Erica asked
herself.
"Kiss the crop," ordered Lauren.
S reached forward and kissed the crop that Mistress Lauren offered her.
She was allowed a few moments rest, before Lauren then produced a flogger.
Erica thought that at least the flogger wouldn't leave welts behind. It
was made of broad soft leather strands that would hurt, but not mark.
Still, Lauren appeared to be putting all of her strength into each stroke,
making S cry out with every other blow.
"Please, Mistress!" cried S, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Silence!"
'I know that voice,' Erica thought to herself, as she continued to count
each stroke with the flogger.
"Do you want to leave?" asked Lisa.
"If you ask again," quietly answered Erica, "I swear I'll thrash you
tomorrow. We stay here."
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica had counted about thirty strokes with the flogger, with her
concentration interrupted by Lisa. Her maid would pay for her
transgression later.
"Thank you, Mistress," cried S.
"As you can see, S is a remarkable painslut. For my final use, I shall
use the single tail whip."
A murmur of concern emanated from the crowd. The single tail whip was a
dangerous instrument, one that could slice flesh easily if not used
correctly. Erica refrained from using it, and only kept it for display
purposes.
Lauren exchanged the flogger for the whip, which she cracked a few times
in the air for effect. Then she began to use it on S, who cried out from
both fright and actual pain when it struck her already punished flesh.
Erica noted that tears were streaking down the cheeks of the slave's face,
under the mask. Either this woman was a true painslut, or there was
something else at work here.
"Ahhhhh!" cried S.
"Silence, slut."
Lauren continued until Erica had counted twenty, then ceased, and offered
the handle to the sobbing and beaten slave.
"Thank you very much," said Lauren to the crowd.
"Talk to Lauren, distract her, keep her away from S," Erica softly ordered
Lisa, "I want to talk to her, alone."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Don't remove your mask, she must not know who you are!"
"I understand."
Two of Marcia's other guests helped release S, and sat her down on a
wooden bench. S winced when her beaten bottom touched the hard wood, and
Erica noted the tears on her cheeks.
Lisa engaged Lauren in conversation, and the Mistress made no effort
either to comfort or to help her slave after her ordeal, as Erica would
have done under the same circumstances. Erica was pleased that Lisa obeyed
her orders, even if sometimes she did not understand them.
Erica poured a glass of water from a pitcher, and removed a few tissues
from a box on a nearby table. S had been left alone, sobbing on the bench,
with nobody to help her.
"Here," said Erica, "drink this."
"Thank you," replied S as she drank greedily.
Up close, Erica was shocked at the condition of the slave's body. While
the single tail whip had not sliced the skin, drops of blood were visible
on the woman's back. Not just at the recent marks, but evidence of past
marks as well. But it was her voice! A chill went down Erica's spine!
"Dry your eyes," suggested Erica.
S undid her mask, and covered her eyes with the tissues, drying her tears.
She then looked up at Erica, and the universe seemed to stop.
It was the face of Dr. Stephanie Richards, the woman who had saved Alana's
life that June morning six years earlier, and in another life.
* * * * * *
The drive back from Pawling to Greenwich was made in silence, and Erica
had asked that Lisa do the driving. Plans and ideas ran through Erica's
mind, but they would have to wait until she had information first.
When they arrived back home, Erica took a glass from the kitchen cabinet,
and placed three ice cubes within. Then she walked to the library, and
poured straight bourbon over the ice. Finally, she seated herself behind
the library desk.
"Mistress, are you all right?" asked Lisa.
"Go to bed, Lisa. I'll be along in a minute," ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica stared at the ice in the glass, then took a long hard swallow of the
bourbon. The whiskey set her throat on fire, burning as it went down to
her stomach.
'What's the use of great wealth if you can't use it?' she asked herself.
Erica walked to the library safe, and opened it. There were, for people
in her position, special services available. Karla was one such provider
who would do a job for her, no questions asked. She removed a manila
folder, inside of which was an envelope. Erica opened the envelope,
extracting a sheet of paper within, then picked up the phone on her desk.
She pressed the buttons, and after a few rings, someone picked up on the
other end.
"Hello?"
"Is this Karla?" asked Erica.
"Yes."
"This is Erica. I have a job for you."
"Go ahead."
"I want to know everything that has happened in the last six years to a
Dr. Stephanie Richards of Greenwich Hospital."
"When do you want it?"
"Yesterday."
"This could be expensive," replied Karla.
"Money is no object."
"Forty-Eight hours. I'll call with the location and price."
"Done."
The connection was cut on the other end, and Erica replaced the receiver
and drained her glass. Then she poured another, and drank that too, a
burning anger building within her.
'What could have happened to Dr. Richards to make her serve a sadist like
Lauren?' Erica asked herself.
Erica gripped the glass so strongly that it broke within her hand,
scattering glass, ice, and blood on the desk. She ran to the bathroom, and
cleaned and dressed the cuts on her hand.
'I swear that I'm going to find out,' thought Erica, 'I swear.'
* * * * *
Two days later, Erica was seated in the library. She had met Karla, and
paid him a sizeable amount of cash for the report on Dr. Richards. While
driving home, she had wanted to tear the heavy manila envelope open and
begin reading. Instead, she had waited until she returned home, ordered
Lisa to hold all her calls, then locked herself in the sanctuary of the
library.
Karla had excelled even himself. The report started not six years ago,
but instead was a report on Dr. Richards entire life.
Like Alana, Stephanie had been the daughter of an old Connecticut family.
Instead of following the family to Wall Street, she had decided to become
a doctor. Stephanie had gone to Medical School in Los Angeles, had trained
as a trauma doctor to treat accident and gunshot victims, and was a
talented and respected doctor in her field.
The year before Stephanie had saved Alana's life she had married, but had
not taken her husband's name. Alana gazed at the wedding announcement in
the Times, and at the picture of her attractive husband. How happy they
looked together.
It was two years after Stephanie had saved Alana's life that things began
to go horribly wrong for her.
First an incompetent doctor had misdiagnosed her brother, and by the time
he was correctly diagnosed, a fatal cancer had spread through his body,
killing him. Stephanie had protested to the Medical Authorities, and the
entire affair had been swept under the rug.
Two years later, after a car accident, another incompetent doctor killed
her husband in an emergency room. Again, Stephanie tried to have the
doctor's license removed. This time, the doctor got off by retiring, then
began to practice again in another state.
Stephanie had begun drinking, and after she had been convicted of a DWI
offense she had made a minor mistake in a hospital, and placed on
suspension. After being criticized by others in the Medical field, she had
quietly retired. Or had she been forced out? Then she began to drink
again, eventually passing out in a bar one night in Cos Cob, according to a
police report.
The report didn't say how Stephanie had ended up serving Mistress Lauren.
But it didn't have to, for Erica had found out what she wanted to know.
Now the only question was what she was going to do about it.
* * * * * *
"Keith, how can I take a slave from another Domme?" asked Erica.
"I was wondering when you were going to ask me something," answered Keith
as he sipped his after dinner drink.
Erica had taken Keith out to restaurant for a private dinner, but he knew
just by looking at her that she had an ulterior motive for seeing him.
"I have a real problem here, and I need your help."
"Do you have a special interest in this slave? Is she very attractive,
well trained, good in bed?"
"It's nothing like that, I have other reasons."
"All right, thank you for dinner, by the way," he began, "do you know if
the slave been collared or has signed a contract with her owner?"
"I don't know," answered Erica.
"If she hasn't, then you're in the clear. She can just tell her former
Domme that she has a new owner."
"What if?"
"If she has signed a contract, then either you will have to wait until the
end of the contract, or provide a service to the other Domme in exchange
for the slave," described Keith.
Erica realized that if Stephanie had signed a contract, then Lauren would
never let her go if Erica wanted her. Lauren would want nothing better
than to keep Stephanie for no other reason than that alone.
Even if she would trade Stephanie for something, Erica could imagine that
she would do it in exchange for only one thing. Lauren's chance to get
Erica under her lash once more.
"What are you going to do?" asked Keith.
"Hope that she hasn't signed a contract," answered Erica.
"Good luck, Erica."
"Thank you, Keith."
* * * * * *
Karla's next job had been to find out Stephanie's daily life and schedule.
She was tailed for a week, and all of her habits observed and written
down.
Meantime, Erica had used her sources in the D/s community, and had found
that Stephanie had not been collared by Lauren, nor had there been any talk
of a contract between them. Lauren would take her little toy to parties,
then beat the crap out of her in public. Erica had heard criticism of
Lauren's behavior from others in the community. Good.
After a week's time, Karla delivered another report, this time on
Stephanie's personal schedule and habits.
"Why are you interested in this woman?" asked Karla as he handed Erica the
second envelope, as they sat together in a parked car.
"I thought that you were the one who never asked questions?" answered
Erica as she passed him an envelope containing her payment.
"Just read what she did this week," suggested Karla.
"OK, sure. I may need you for other services as well."
"See you soon," said Karla.
Erica sat behind the library desk, Karla's report spread out before her.
The report had documented all of Stephanie's movements, where she lived,
and her personal habits.
Dr. Stephanie Richards had indeed fallen from grace. Though she possessed
wealth, she had out rented the Mansion that she had shared with her
husband. She lived alone in a small apartment in Rye, not far from the one
that Alana had rented. She now drove an old Ford, not the Jaguar that she
owned before.
Just as Erica had done, she had tried to assume a modest life away from
the one of wealth and privilege that she had led before. Both of the paths
in their lives had somehow led them to one in submission, and both involved
serving a wrong Master or Mistress.
Karla was right about last week. She had gone to a gay bar, met a butch
femme, who then had beaten her up after some kind of disagreement.
The report listed where she shopped for food, her lack of friends, her
choices in reading, and where she went everyday (mostly to a bar for happy
hour) and how she spent her time.
Erica did not have to be a psychologist to figure out that Stephanie
blamed herself, and her profession, for killing her brother and her
husband. She guessed that Stephanie had been very close to them, and she
was seeking out physical punishment as a way of doing penance for their
deaths. Even if they had not been her fault.
She remembered how Stephanie had seen her in the hospital, even though she
had now been passed onto other doctors who would put her back together.
They had talked on many occasions, and Alana had looked forward to seeing
the woman who had saved her life.
Outside, snow was falling, covering everything in a carpet of pure white.
The radio was warning everyone to drive slowly and get off the roads.
"Lisa!" called Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Lisa from the kitchen.
"Come here, I want you!"
Lisa entered the library, and sat in a chair, silently waiting for Erica's
orders.
"Do you remember the woman at the party, S?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"I have taken an interest in this woman, and have been compiling
information about her. I want her as my slave," stated Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica smiled to herself, since Lisa had not asked her the reason why.
Good that after two years her slave, she had learned not to question her
Mistress unless given permission to do so. For Mistress Erica had
distinguished herself in her first two years, successfully training many
slaves, writing articles on Dominance and submission, and was known in the
community.
"I do not know if this task will be easy or difficult. But there is a
reason for why I want her."
"I understand, Mistress."
"Thank you, Lisa. That will be all for now."
"I'm making some hot chocolate, Mistress. Would you like a mug?"
"Yes, thank you."
Erica sipped her hot chocolate from the mug, and watched as the snow fell
silently onto the estate.
'I owe you a debt for saving my life,' thought Erica, 'and you don't
deserve a cruel Mistress like Lauren.'
Erica knew that sooner or later, Lauren would be unable to control
herself, and would hurt Stephanie, just as she had done with Erica.
'By that time, Stephanie will be my collared slave,' thought Erica, 'I
hope.'
Part Two: The Rescue Begins
March 1986
Stephanie Richards, was if nothing else, a creature of habit. Her day was
composed of going to the library, walking countless hours, window shopping
at the mall, then finally ending up for happy hour two or three days a week
at the Cork & Board; a bar and restaurant in Rye.
In the beginning, one of Karla's men had shadowed her, until Erica
realized that Stephanie followed a set and predictable routine. Then Erica
took over the job herself, and began the slow process of gaining
Stephanie's confidence.
Erica began to go the Cork & Board for Dinner alone almost every other
night or so, even on days that Stephanie wasn't there. She wanted to
become one of the regulars, so that the bar and wait staff would know her
face.
Her mother had loved to read spy and espionage novels, and had avidly
watched all of the TV shows during the 1960s. Alana had sat next to Eve,
soaking up everything. She had read all of her mother's books as well, and
had learned from them.
Years later, she would put into effect the lessons that she had acquired
from her mother's choice of entertainment. She would worm herself into
Stephanie's confidence, then proceed from there.
Erica would eat Dinner at the bar, watching Stephanie. Her target would
eat alone also, sometimes talking to another man or woman, even leaving
with a complete stranger on occasion.
Lisa had complained that Erica was no longer eating Dinner at home, and
Erica had explained what she was doing. Her Maid no longer protested and
kept silent.
It took weeks, but over time Erica gradually ingratiated herself into
Stephanie's confidence. First by giving her a cigarette, next they played
the pinball machine together, buying her drinks, finally Stephanie invited
Erica back to her apartment.
Erica had expected to find Stephanie's apartment to be a den of horrors,
with dirty dishes piled high in the sink, bags of trash lying around, and
piles of laundry. Instead the place was neat and organized, betraying
nothing of the occupant's distress.
They first began by having nothing but sex. Stephanie would invite Erica
into her bed, and they would make love until she passed out from exhaustion
or drink.
But their lovemaking was strange, to say the least. Stephanie would
willingly service Erica's breasts and pussy, her tongue driving Erica to
one raging climax after another. But when Erica tried to reciprocate,
Stephanie pushed her away from her sex.
Erica did not comment on her lover's marks, and stayed silent about them.
Stephanie dutifully stripped naked in front of her lover, then climbed into
bed.
Then Stephanie pushed Erica away, only to invite her back the following
week. Erica held Stephanie loosely in her arms in bed, their bodies sweaty
from lovemaking.
Soon, Erica was her bed partner two nights a week. She never questioned
what Stephanie was doing on the weekend, or the fresh welts that she
possessed seemingly every week.
Ever so gradually, Stephanie began to respond. She became animated and
alive again. Erica noted that she brought fresh flowers into her
apartment, and began to wear perfume. Her dressing began to improve from
drab to more lively colors.
One night, finally, Stephanie's wall of resistance broke down.
"It's my fault!" Stephanie cried.
"It's all right," comforted Erica as she quickly awakened.
"I killed them!"
"Killed who?" asked Erica.
"My brother and my husband," sobbed Stephanie.
In between sobs, Stephanie related the story of how her brother and
husband had died, how she felt responsible, and how she had been forced to
retire as a doctor.
"Drink this," ordered Erica, as she gave Stephanie a glass of ice water.
"Wait, I know your voice," cried Stephanie.
"Where?"
"The party, I remember now. You gave me water and tissues after Mistress
Lauren beat me in public. Right?"
"Yes," admitted Erica.
"Why?"
"Has your Mistress ever taken you to bed, comforted you after a session?
Found out why you wanted to be used?" asked Erica.
"No," answered Stephanie, shaking her head.
"She just beats you, is that correct?"
"Yes. That's all she does. Says I'm a worthless slut," cried Stephanie.
"I am Mistress Erica Riken, and I have taken an interest in you,
Stephanie. You are not a worthless slut, just badly treated by an improper
Mistress."
"I've heard of you. Other Dommes at parties talk about you, and I saw
some of your writings at a party once. Lauren snatched them away, called
you a bitch."
"Bitch no, Dominatrix yes."
"Why do you want me?" asked Stephanie.
"For my slave. You would be collared to me, we would sign a contract, and
I would look after your emotional needs as well as physical ones. There is
more to submission than just being beaten every weekend," described Erica.
"I don't know, Lauren is the only Mistress that I've served. She fills a
need in me."
"Yes," said Erica, "but only one need. Which is why you took me to bed,
because you wanted someone to hold you close. A proper Mistress would know
to fulfill all your needs."
"I don't know."
"How did you meet Mistress Lauren?" asked Erica.
"I was in a gay bar one night, when I met Lauren. We went back to her
place, and she took me down to her playroom. I told her that I wanted to
be beaten, and that's been the way she's treated me ever since."
"That is not what submission is all about. What's your safeword?"
"Lauren won't let me have one, says I'm a painslut, that all I deserve is
to be beaten."
"No, that's not the way a responsible Mistress should conduct herself,"
answered Erica.
'Lauren has certainly learned all of the wrong lessons from Daniel,'
thought Erica.
"If you're a Mistress, then use me over the weekend. Lauren is away so
you can have me. A few more marks won't matter," offered Stephanie.
"All right, I have a house in Greenwich complete with a Dungeon."
"Use me then, Mistress?"
"Yes, Stephanie. I will to the best of my ability."
* * * * * *
"Lisa!" called Erica when she returned home, closing the door behind her.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Lisa as she put down the laundry basket that she
was carrying.
"In the library, now!"
When they had both seated themselves in their familiar places, Erica
almost could not contain herself.
"My seduction of Stephanie Richards has paid off. She is not collared or
under contract to Mistress Lauren, merely serves her as painslut.
Tomorrow, she will join us for the weekend."
"What are we to do, Mistress?"
"Unfortunately, Stephanie thinks that submission means that her Mistress
can beat her as harshly as she wishes without a safeword. Then she is not
comforted or helped by her Mistress afterward."
"Mistress, you do not use slaves in that way."
"True, in order to win her over I shall have to beat her severely at first
so that she gets the punishment that she craves. Then teach her a
safeword, and gradually wean her away from harsh discipline."
"Mistress Erica, what are we do to with Stephanie? How am I supposed to
conduct myself? What sort of woman is she?" asked Lisa.
"We must be very careful here, Lisa. Stephanie Richards is a woman who
has lost her family, her profession, almost her will to live. Almost all
that she desires now is to be beaten severely by Mistress Lauren, my
adversary," described Erica.
"What am I to do?"
"She will expect to be used, made to serve as a Domestic alongside you.
If she makes a mistake, you can use her like any other slave. Except that
if you give her the severe use that she craves, and you can fully expect
her to intentionally do something to merit that use, you must comfort her
in your arms. That will be the way that we win her over, by convincing her
that she is not worthless."
"I understand, Mistress."
"Good, and one last order."
"Mistress?"
"Place the good China in the closet and put out the normal dinnerware. I
strongly suspect that Stephanie will be breaking a few dishes to get our
attention this weekend."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Excellent," replied Erica.
"Mistress, why are you doing this for one of Lauren's slaves?" directly
asked Lisa.
"I can't answer that, Lisa. You have to trust me. Please?"
"I shall obey all of your orders, Mistress Erica."
"Thank you, Lisa. For your loyalty."
"Yes, Mistress."
* * * * * *
Later that night, sleep wouldn't come for Erica. She tossed and turned
all night, her body in a cold sweat. The same way that she remembered
feeling in the hospital.
The face of the full moon was visible in the window, but Erica did not see
the man in the moon. Instead, Erica saw the face of Dr. Stephanie
Richards, wearing her hospital garb, standing over her bed.
'I owe you my life, Dr. Richards,' thought Erica, 'please let me repay the
debt before Lauren goes too far?'
* * * * *
Stephanie Richards was brought into the library, naked and collared. After
Lisa had brought her into the house, she had been stripped and prepared in
one of the downstairs bedrooms. Like all of Erica's other slaves, she was
wearing nothing but a collar around her neck and bracelets on her wrists
and ankles.
Erica sat behind her desk, wearing a white blouse, and plaid skirt. Her
only indication of her position as Domme was the presence of a crop on her
desk.
"Thank you, Lisa," said Erica.
"Kneel on the carpet, Stephanie," softly said Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do you, Stephanie Richards, agree to serve me of your own free will?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"That for the duration of your stay here, I shall own your body totally?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"That I have the freedom to use you sexually?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"That you shall forever remain silent about whatever happens to you in
this House?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"What is your safeword?" asked Erica.
"I have no safeword, Mistress. I am nothing but a worthless painslut."
"Not in my house, Stephanie," softly answered Erica, "your safeword shall
be forgive."
"Yes, Mistress. Forgive."
"The purpose of this little session is so that my Maid can witness your
submission, and give you a final chance to back out. Do you wish to do
so?"
"No, Mistress."
"Excellent, Lisa, you may take out guest down to the Dungeon, and chain
her according to my instructions."
"Yes, Mistress."
As Lisa led Stephanie away, Erica wondered if Lauren had ever bothered to
do anything else with Stephanie besides beat her. Probably not, she
thought.
In her mind's eye, she imagined what was now happening in the Dungeon.
Stephanie would see all of the familiar devices, then be led over to the
wall. Lisa would make her sit on the wooden floor, then lock her hands
together. A chain would be locked to her ankle bracelets, to her wrists,
then collar, lastly attached to the wall. Stephanie would have little
freedom of movement chained in this way.
Erica wanted her to be alone, to feel the same kind of isolation that she
had experienced from Lauren. Then she would punish her, but add a surprise
also.
Lisa would be standing nearby, in case of trouble. Erica would have to
dress herself, of course.
But that was the one of the responsibilities of being a Mistress.
After an hour had elapsed, Erica entered the Dungeon with Lisa following
behind her. She had chosen a black sleeveless Catsuit, and a pair of knee
high boots as her outfit. She had wanted to wear the leather corset, but
had decided against it. Too much trouble.
Lisa had changed out of her Maid's outfit into a leather bodysuit, one
more suited to wearing in the Dungeon. There was a small closet that they
could keep scene clothing stored in the Dungeon, so they would not have to
run back up if they needed anything.
Stephanie had taken her isolation well, and she sat, naked on the wooden
floor, pulling at her chains. Did Erica detect the presence of tears on
her cheeks?
"Are you ready, Stephanie?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"You may release her, Lisa. I shall start with a spanking."
"Yes, spanking," answered Erica as she sat down on the leather padded
bench.
Erica sat her PVC clad bottom down the bench, and in no time Stephanie was
draped over her lap. In the moderate Dungeon lights Erica could see the
evidence of past beatings that Stephanie had endured.
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Erica used the palm of her hand to begin to spank Stephanie's upraised
bottom. For all of the effect that she had, Erica might as well have been
using a creampuff. Stephanie just lay there, unfeeling on her lap as her
behind soaked up every swat like a dry sponge.
'Most women view this as being highly erotic," thought Erica.
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
"Thank your Mistress," ordered Erica after she had delivered 20 spanks
that left Stephanie's bottom red and Erica's hand hurting as well.
"Thank you, Mistress Erica."
"Kneel."
Stephanie resumed her place on the floor, her hands on her knees in
submission. She looked like she wanted to be punished, and harshly used.
"Lisa, hang her from the ceiling. I want to crop her next," ordered
Erica.
Even Erica's more experienced slaves would display some kind of emotion
when she would announce what their Mistress would do to them next.
Instead, Stephanie displayed no emotions at all as she was next made to
hang by her wrists from the ceiling chain, and then finally Lisa locked her
ankles apart.
"Excuse me," said Erica, as she rose from her seat, and walked outside.
"Mistress?" asked Lisa in bewilderment, since Erica never left a scene in
progress.
"I'll be right back," said Erica.
Erica walked outside, and sat on the stairs. Her plans, to beat Stephanie
until she cried then to comfort her, suddenly seemed worthless. Stephanie
could take all of the discipline that Erica could give her, and more, until
she wore Erica out. Because what she craved was pain and abuse.
She had seen what Lauren could do to her, and Erica suspected that
Stephanie's public performance was only a small indicator of the amount of
use that she could take. Stephanie would just soak up everything that
Erica would do to her, then beg for more.
Unless………
"Okay, Mistress Erica," said Erica to herself, "time to show what you're
made of."
Erica rose from the steps, dusted off her bottom, and re-entered the
Dungeon. Lisa was standing next to Stephanie, who was straining to keep
her toes on the floor.
"Mistress?"
"Just a minute, Lisa," said Erica.
Erica rummaged through the cabinet, until she removed the dildo harness
and nipple clamps, and finally the crop that she wanted. She walked over
to Lisa, and handed her the crop and clamps.
"Hold these," Erica ordered.
Erica locked the waistband of the dildo harness around Stephanie's waist,
then pulled the crotch strap through her legs. She felt Stephanie's slit,
and found that the woman wasn't even wet. By now, even after a brief
spanking, almost all of Erica's other slaves would be wet and ready.
Instead, Stephanie had taken her spanking like it had been a medical exam!
"Aaaaaaah!" cried Stephanie when Erica inserted the phallus into her dry
sex then locked the crotch strap, holding the shaft within.
'Stephanie has divorced pain from sexual pleasure,' thought Erica, 'unlike
usual D/s practice. She just wants to get beaten, but she enjoyed me in
bed. I'm going to put those two parts of her back together.'
Erica opened her palm, and Lisa placed the two clamps in her hand. A
smile creased her face, and impish grin.
Normally, Erica would tease a slave's nipple's erect with her fingers.
But not this time.
"You disappoint me, Stephanie. I thought that Lauren, bad Mistress that
she is, you have at least properly trained you by now to react in the
proper manner."
"Mistress?" asked Stephanie.
Erica then bent down, and started to lick and suck at Stephanie's right
nipple. Her teeth grazed the nipple, and Erica worked hard to tease it
erect. No matter how long it took.
For the first time since Erica had become a Mistress, she had a hard time
sexually stimulating a slave in the Dungeon. Or the library, bedroom,
kitchen, or anywhere else that she had used a slave before.
Spanked, hung naked, with a dildo in her pussy, Stephanie should have been
sopping wet and horny as hell. Instead, she was a glutton for punishment.
Finally, when her nipple was erect, Erica placed the clamp first on the
right nipple, then the left. She lightly pulled at both, making Stephanie
moan.
Then Erica took hold of the ring on the outside of the crotch strap, that
way a slave could be pulled along by the phallus inside her. Erica could
have chosen the ribbed phallus, making even the slightest motion an agony
of pleasure.
Pulling the ring she made a gentle back and forth motion, limited to a few
centimeters. She hoped that it was enough.
"Aaaaaaah!" moaned Stephanie.
"I want you wet," ordered Erica, "when I take that phallus out, I want it
wet and glistening, do you understand?"
"Yes………Yes, Mistress," stuttered Stephanie.
"Crop please," demanded Erica.
Lisa handed Erica the crop, which she offered to Stephanie's lips.
Stephanie kissed the instrument, and without pause or ceremony Erica began
to use it on the bound woman.
Instead of using all of her strength Erica used light almost playful
stokes. She wanted to stimulate and arouse, not give the pain that
Stephanie seemed to crave.
After every series of strokes, Erica would pause, and give a pull either
to Stephanie's nipples, or the phallus ring. Stephanie would moan and
buck, her cheeks red with arousal.
It was the combination of mild discipline, plus the shaft between her legs
that was breaking down Stephanie's wall of resistance. Had Erica just gone
ahead and used Stephanie harshly, she would just have replayed what Lauren
had been doing to her.
"Aaaaaaah!" cried Stephanie.
"Are you a slut?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress. Your slut!"
Erica then pulled at the phallus ring, and then pushed in as far as she
could go.
"Aaaaaah!"
Erica increased the frequency and force of each stroke of the crop. Each
time that the leather pad struck Stephanie, she writhed in her chains, the
dildo inside her rubbing itself against her cunt. Erica knew that she no
longer hand to pull on the little ring on the strap, since every movement
that Stephanie made did the job for her.
She hoped that having the shaft inside her would awaken her sexually to
the combination of pain and pleasure that every slave was usually familiar
with. Except for Stephanie, thanks to her own desire for punishment and
Mistress Lauren.
"Aaaaaaaah!" screamed Stephanie, shaking as one orgasm after another
coursed through her bound body.
Erica stopped her use, and held the crop in her hands, waiting for
Stephanie to regain her composure. Normally, she would give a slave
permission to have sexual release. It was all part of the procedure of
being a Mistress.
But not this time, since Erica wanted to put together the parts of
Stephanie's psyche that had divorced pain from pleasure. Which would be
the only way that she would be able to win her over from Lauren. Or so she
hoped.
Erica then removed the nipple clamps that had caused Stephanie so much
stimulation, then replaced everything in the cabinet.
"Lisa, you may take Stephanie up to my bedroom, and chain her on the
floor. But do not remove the harness."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Thank you, Lisa," answered Erica as she walked out of the Dungeon.
Erica then walked up to the library, where she resolved to spend at least
thirty minutes. She wanted Stephanie to wear the phallus inside, to walk
upstairs, to hold it between her legs.
The shaft would drive her crazy, driving her to climax after climax.
Which was something that Erica guessed that Lauren had either denied her,
or had instead just wanted to beat Stephanie into submission.
What would have happened in the future to Stephanie had Erica not seen her
at the party? She wondered, and it made her flesh crawl at the prospect.
Stephanie, a woman without moorings or self-respect, used as Lauren's
painslut.
After a half-hour had elapsed, she walked upstairs to her own bedroom.
Just as she had ordered, Stephanie was kneeling on the floor, her hands
bound behind her back, her collar locked to a chain from the ringbolt on
the wall.
"Good evening, Stephanie. Have you been awaiting your Mistress?"
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"Let me help you stand."
Erica helped Stephanie to her feet, then produced a set of keys.
Stephanie looked Erica with expectation in her eyes.
"I'm going to unlock you, Stephanie. Remember what I said in the
Dungeon?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Normally, Erica would have ordered Lisa to clean up a slave prior to Erica
taking her to bed after a scene. But not this time, since Erica wanted
Stephanie to bond sexually to her right away.
Erica unlocked the collar chain, and coiled it and set the chain on the
night table. Then she unlocked Stephanie's wrists, then the small locks
that held the crotch strap.
"You may remove the strap," ordered Erica.
Hesitantly, Stephanie removed the shaft from within her sex. She moaned
when it slid out of her sex, covered with her juices.
"Very good, Stephanie. I shall remove the belt from around your waist,
and then you may clean yourself in the bathroom. Then I shall use you in
the bedroom."
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica stripped off her boots and Catsuit, and the plastic scent of the PVC
clung to her like a perfume. Ordinarily she would have showered first, but
had decided against it. She wanted the scent to remain.
She lay on the bed, then waited for Stephanie to join her. Her fingers
brushed against her sex, waiting for the attentions of another.
"Mistress?" asked Stephanie.
"Service your Mistress," ordered Erica.
Stephanie did not waste any time as she climbed onto the bed, and placed
her lips on Erica's pussy. She licked and sucked at Erica's sex, her teeth
playfully biting the lips of her Mistress. Then her tongue reached inside,
and licked at Erica's love box.
But when her tongue reached Erica's clit, she drove Mistress Erica quickly
from one climax after another. Erica moaned and bucked, bouncing on the
bed. Stephanie buried her face between Erica's legs, pausing only for
breath as she put all her energies into pleasing her Mistress.
"Ah!" cried Erica, as she climaxed time after time.
Erica did not want, or care, to know how much time had elapsed. She
already knew that Stephanie was putting all of her being into pleasing her,
unlike the stiff mechanical lovemaking that they had done in Stephanie's
apartment.
Once Erica was sated, she pulled Stephanie from her, and lay her companion
on her back. Then she playfully bit at Stephanie's nipples, her hands
massaging Stephanie's wet slit. Finally, she knew that Stephanie was
ready. Her kisses left a trail from her breasts down to Stephanie's sex,
and then she serviced her new slave.
This time, Stephanie did not push Erica away, instead she welcomed Erica's
attention, moaning when her sex was stimulated. Erica sucked at
Stephanie's pussy, her tongue inside the love canal, tasting her wetness.
Then she tongued Stephanie's clit, stimulating her love button.
Shudders of pleasure rippled through Stephanie, her moans increasing in
volume, as she was pleasured time after time. Again, Erica did not want to
forbid Stephanie her climax. No, there would be other times to do that.
She wanted Stephanie to have an earth-shattering climax, one that Lauren
had not even considered for her painslut.
"Aaaaaaah!" cried Stephanie, finally climaxing, her bottom bouncing on the
bed, shaking Erica along with her.
When Erica looked up from between Stephanie's legs, she saw tears falling
from the woman's eyes. Her companion was sobbing.
"Hold me?" begged Stephanie, "please?"
Erica had planned to strap on a dildo, and use Stephanie long into the
night. But just as she had changed her plans about harshly beating her and
then instructing her about a safeword, so she had decided that idea was
wrong as well.
"Yes, Stephanie," answered Erica as she held the sobbing woman in her
arms, a tissue in her hand to dry Stephanie's tears.
Erica held onto Stephanie all night, her sleep broken by Stephanie's
occasional crying. She did not chain Stephanie during the night, and only
once did she go to the bathroom. Erica had awakened to find Stephanie
gone, then watched as her lover rejoined her in bed.
* * * * *
Saturday went without a hitch, and Stephanie said nothing as Lisa made her
act as a Domestic. She did nothing wrong, and performed her tasks quite
willingly.
Stephanie served Janet her lunch and Dinner, then cleaned up with Lisa.
Erica wanted her in the Dungeon, again for her use. She had ordered Lisa
to place her on the X frame, wearing a blindfold and ballgag. Stephanie
would remain there, helpless until Janet used her. With Lisa waiting,
close at hand.
Erica walked quietly into the Dungeon, in her stocking feet, not bothering
to place on her heels. She did not want Stephanie to hear her approach.
Last year Lisa had bought her a pair of slippers that looked like dogs, but
Erica had forgotten them. Instead, she liked the feel of the wooden floor
on her feet.
Lisa was seated on a chair, silently reading a magazine. They wanted
Stephanie to think that she was alone, yet in actuality someone gagged
should never be left alone under any circumstances.
Erica looked over Stephanie's naked body, deciding that she would use a
flogger this evening. Perhaps she could make Stephanie call a safeword,
instead of just punishing her.
"Mmmmph!" cried Stephanie when Erica pinched her erect nipples, then her
cry was even stronger when her wet slit was invaded.
Stephanie pulled at her bonds, trying without effect to free herself from
the X frame. The leather held her fast to the wood, and her efforts had no
effect.
"Mmmmmph!" grunted Stephanie when Erica finger fucked her, "mmmmph!"
'I've got to sexually stimulate her as much as I can, to get her away from
the idea that she's just a worthless painslut,' thought Erica, 'else I'm no
better than Lauren. I've got to reawaken her sexual self, give her one
climax after another, so that she'll look forward to sex, not just a
beating.'
"Mmmmmph!"
"Mmmmmph!"
When she was finally satisfied that she had stimulated Stephanie enough,
she first drove her fingers as deep as she could into her sex, then
suddenly withdrew them, making Stephanie moan in frustration. Cleaning her
hands with a tissue provided by Lisa, she then removed Stephanie's
blindfold and gag.
"Thank you, Mistress," panted Stephanie.
"You're welcome, Stephanie," answered Erica, "tonight, I shall flog you."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you," answered Stephanie.
Lisa had replaced her copy of Cosmopolitan back in the cabinet, and handed
Erica her weapon of choice for the evening. Tonight, she would not place a
dildo inside Stephanie's sex. From her finger fucking, she already knew
that it wasn't necessary.
"Kiss the flogger," ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica had chosen a heavy leather flogger, one that would moderately hurt
and mark. She knew that Stephanie still craved punishment and use, and
wanted it. Changing her expectations would take time and effort, not done
in a single night.
"What is your safeword?" asked Erica.
"Forgive, Mistress."
"Good," said Erica.
Erica offered the handle to Stephanie, who kissed it without being
ordered. She then began to carefully deliver one stroke after another,
ones that would give Stephanie the amount of pain that she wanted, but not
step over the line into actually hurting her.
Thirty strokes later, including some onto Stephanie's breasts and between
her legs, she was done. Stephanie was covered in sweat, her body marked
and red. Just to make sure, Erica again finger fucked her a few times, and
she was indeed wet.
"Take her to my bedroom," ordered Erica, "I'll be right along."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Lisa.
Erica strapped the dildo harness to her hips, and always laughed silently
to herself when she saw her reflection in the mirror. After all those
years of men chasing her, she was the one with an erect cock.
"Aaaaaah!" cried Stephanie when Erica drove the erect shaft between her
legs, "aaaaaah!"
"I'm going to make you come all night," said Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," sobbed Stephanie.
By the time that Erica finally unstrapped the harness from her waist,
Stephanie was totally exhausted, and Erica was also. She had driven
Stephanie to screaming more than once. They barely had enough energy left
to tongue each other's sex before they fell asleep in their arms.
* * * * *
Erica sat at her desk, writing out the future course of her plans for
Stephanie. The woman had pledged her loyalty to Erica, and said that she
would return next week.
She would continue to sexually stimulate Stephanie, showing her the
difference between herself and Lauren. Next collar her and sign a
contract, and get her away from Lauren once and for all. Then finally get
her a job, make her go back to work everyday instead of wandering all day
then drinking at night.
"Mistress," interrupted Lisa as she placed a tray on Erica's desk
containing lunch.
"Thank you, Lisa," said Erica.
"Stephanie didn't break any dishes, Mistress. She performed as a model
slave this weekend, doing everything that I asked," stated Lisa.
"Good," answered Erica, "thank you Lisa."
* * * * * *
Part Three: Seeds of Resentment
May 1986
The ceremony was to be a public one, held at a club in Manhattan. Erica
had invited everyone that she could think of, and she was disappointed that
Keith and Beth couldn't come, since they were in Hawaii on vacation.
During the intervening weeks, Stephanie had alternately been used by both
Erica and Lauren. Stephanie would report to her that all Lauren would do
was to beat her. Once, she had slipped and asked for mercy, then Lauren
had kicked her to the ground, enraged.
Erica was now the Mistress that Stephanie desired, and had seen less and
less of Lauren, until she had broken off all contact with her three weeks
earlier.
She was seated at a chair on a raised dais, in a PVC bodysuit, hose, and
heels. In her hands was a rubber collar, and silver ring, which would be
for Stephanie's index finger.
A hush came over the crowd as Stephanie was led in, wearing a cloak. Lisa
held her by the hand, and walked her over to Erica's chair.
Mistress Erin and her husband had come in from New Jersey, and she would
do the honors.
"I now present Mistress Erica, her slave Lisa, and her new slave,
Stephanie."
Scattered applause came from the audience, who was hushed into silence.
Lisa removed Stephanie's cloak, revealing her nakedness underneath. The
harsh marks left by Lauren were slowly fading, as Erica wanted them to.
Her body looked better than before, much better than the first time that
Erica had seen her beaten by Lauren.
"Kneel," ordered Lisa.
Stephanie knelt as she was instructed in silence.
"Do you accept the collar and protection of Mistress Erica?" asked Lisa.
"Yes, Mistress."
"That you shall forever honor and obey your Mistress, and follow all of
her orders, implicitly."
"Yes, Mistress."
"That you shall be always challenged by your Mistress, and used in any way
that she shall desire, except in ways leading to harm and endangering your
personal safety."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Then you may accept the collar and ring of Mistress Erica, and we are
witness to your submission to Mistress Erica of Greenwich Connecticut,"
stated Lisa.
Erica reached forward, and locked the small rubber collar around
Stephanie's neck. Her contract had been signed earlier in the presence of
Mistresses Erin and Marcia. Then she placed the ring on Stephanie's
finger.
"Arise slave, and name your owner," ordered Erica.
"I belong to Mistress Erica," said Stephanie, tears of joy in her eyes.
Erica then gave Stephanie a ritual light spanking in front of the crowd,
then had Lisa dress her back in her cloak. She did not want to use
Stephanie harshly in front of the crowd, which would have been too much
like Lauren's use of her.
Circulating the crowd, taking to her friends, Erica did not see the person
approach her that she had wanted to see least of all in the world.
Slap!
The unexpected blow, coming in total surprise, staggered Erica, her drink
falling to the ground.
"Bitch!" cried Lauren, "you bitch!"
"Out!" said one of the Moniters, who grabbed onto Lauren's hand before she
could strike another blow.
"You stole my slave!" screamed Lauren.
"You never signed a contract with Stephanie, had her collared, or anything
else besides beating her every weekend. She was always free," explained
Erica as she was helped to her feet.
"She was still mine!"
"No she wasn't," defended Marcia, who had quickly run over to see what was
going on, "you were just using her."
"Erica stole her away!"
"I sensed that Stephanie needed a new Mistress," said Erica, "and I am
glad to fulfill that role."
"One day, Erica, one day I'll have you under my lash again, and you'll pay
the price," threatened Lauren, who turned on her heels and left without
being ordered to.
* * * * * *
"Mistress, she's vastly overqualified for this job," protested Jason.
Mistress Erica sat in the office of one of her slaves, Jason Martin. The
man owned a small company in Westchester, and was being difficult.
"Yes, Jason. I know that she's overqualified for this job. That's
exactly why it's perfect for her," replied Erica.
"You're saying that a doctor and a former surgeon is going to work as a
clerk?" asked Jason.
"Yes, Jason, that's exactly what I'm saying," answered Erica, exasperation
in her voice.
Erica resisted the temptation to rise to her feet, grab Jason, then set
the man over her knees and give him a good spanking on the behind. For a
half-hour already she had been arguing with Jason, over what should have
taken no more than ten minutes.
"Why should she?" asked Jason.
"You did advertise for workers, didn't you?" asked Janet, "no experience
necessary? I have the ad in my purse."
"Yes, Mistress, that's true. But someone like this doesn't belong here."
"Ordinarily true," Janet replied, "but this is not an ordinary situation."
"Are you punishing her in some way?"
"No."
"Then why are you suggesting that I hire a doctor for an office clerk?"
asked Jason.
"All right, Jason. I'll tell you, since you can't take the orders of your
Mistress. Stephanie Richards has lost her family, her profession, and her
self-respect. She spends her days wandering the streets, then drinking at
a local restaurant."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"I want her to have a job. To get up early every day, shower, dress,
work, and come home tired five days a week. To restore her sense of self
worth, and give her something to do besides wasting her life away," stated
Erica.
"If I hire her then, she had better work. I don't want her to loaf, then
have you ask me to let her get away with it."
"Yes, Jason. She'll be just like any of your other workers, and if she
does loaf, then you can tell me about it and I will deal with her," offered
Erica.
"I'm still not sure about this, Mistress."
"How many women do you hire, then dismiss anyway?" asked Janet, "in the
normal course of business?"
"Too many," answered Jason.
"Well, I'm giving you a worker. But under no circumstances are you to
divulge her past, or embarrass or humiliate her. She has suffered enough
already in life," described Erica.
"Yes, Mistress. I understand," said Jason.
"I hope that you do, Jason."
Part Four: Picking Up the Pieces
September 1986
If Stephanie Richards resented the life that Mistress Erica had chosen for
her, she showed no signs of it. In May, she started the office job that
Erica had found for her. From Monday through Friday, she went back to
work, instead of wandering the streets all day, then going to a bar and
drinking all night.
Erica had taken her shopping one-day to JC Penny's, and they had selected
an entire wardrobe of clothing that she could wear to work. The only hard
part about the entire shopping trip was that Stephanie hid herself in the
dressing room so that the sales help wouldn't see her marks.
Gone was the hopelessness and despair in her eyes, the desire to go out to
a bar to drink, and to meet the wrong person who would beat her up. She
had brightened up, her appearance and demeanor had changed for the better.
Erica saved the report that she had been writing about Stephanie on the
PC, and decided that she would print it later. She stood up from the desk,
and stretched.
After every session that she used one of her slaves, she would write a
report on their progress. How they performed under the lash, and what
instruments could be used on them. Coupled with their interviews it made a
powerful training tool for a Domme like herself to use.
It was Saturday morning, and that meant that Stephanie and Lisa were doing
the laundry together. Except that Stephanie was naked, and Lisa was
supervising her with a crop.
Glancing at the clock, Erica decided that it was time for a little
stimulation for Stephanie. Not that she had done anything to merit a
punishment from Erica, but it was her job to keep the woman off balance.
After Erica had converted the entire basement into her two Dungeons, she
had to alter the former servant's quarters on the first floor into a
utility room. That was where she found Stephanie and Lisa at work.
"Status report?" asked Erica.
"The last load is in the washer now and Stephanie has just folded the
previous load, Mistress," answered Lisa.
"Perfect, Stephanie?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Over my knee," ordered Erica as she sat down on a bench.
"Yes, Mistress."
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Erica used the flat of her hand, not even bothering to take the paddle
from the wall. It was far more satisfying just to use her hand, to watch
as Stephanie's bottom turned a nice shade of red.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
"Thank you, Mistress!" cried Stephanie.
"You're welcome, Stephanie, you may rise off my lap," ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Are you wet?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
Before Erica had entered the laundry room, she had removed the chastity
belt from her toybox. Erica had carried it to the laundry room, and had
placed it next to her when she had used Stephanie for her brief spanking.
"Wanton slut," observed Erica as she rose to her feet, "I'm going to lock
the chastity belt on you."
"Yes, Mistress."
Stephanie stood impassively as Erica locked the chastity belt on her. A
belt was first locked around her waist, then a crotch strap was drawn up
though her legs and locked. The leather belt would be a constant reminder
of her slavery, and her reddened bottom would still be exposed should Erica
or Lisa want to use her again.
"There now, that should keep your hands from that sex of yours without my
permission," commented Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"You may finish the laundry and your chores, then serve me Lunch. You
will be used tonight," stated Erica.
"Thank you, Mistress."
Sitting down to read a novel, Erica reflected that it was all a game that
she was playing. While some Dommes insisted that their slaves stay with
them constantly, Erica only had them for at most a weekend. She could not
control what they did at home, only give them orders that she hoped were
obeyed.
So she would lock them in a chastity belt, or sometimes place a dildo or
anal plug inside all day to drive them crazy, for a few hours. Next she
would use them both in the Dungeon and bedroom, before sending them home.
In Stephanie's case, however, Erica had to give the woman at first the
maximum amount of sexual stimulation. For too long, all she had craved was
either a beating or worse. Now Erica had taken it upon herself to reawaken
the sexual being within Stephanie.
* * * * * *
"Kneel," ordered Erica.
It was nine in the evening time for Erica to start her session and
Stephanie knelt before Erica in the Dungeon. Lisa had bathed and perfumed
Stephanie before Erica's use of her would begin that night.
"Do you consent to my use?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Rise, and bend over the padded bar, Lisa will lock your wrists and ankles
to the legs," ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," agreed Stephanie.
The naked woman rose to her feet, walked over to the padded sawhorse, and
stood motionless as Lisa restrained her as per Janet's orders.
"Thank you, Lisa," said Erica as she removed a paddle from the cabinet.
"You're welcome, Mistress," answered Lisa.
"Kiss the paddle," ordered Erica as she held the leather paddle up to her
slave's lips.
Silently, Stephanie did as she was instructed. Erica flexed the paddle in
her hands, but before she used it she decided that something else was in
order first.
"Oooooh!" cried Stephanie when Erica began to caress her bottom.
The simple act of Erica touching her bottom, feeling her exposed skin, was
enough to make Stephanie moan in response. In the months that Stephanie
had been her slave, Erica had steadily made her more receptive to pleasure.
Gone were the sessions that Stephanie had just craved a mindless beating
that had left her hurting and sore by Sunday.
Erica gently slid her hand into Stephanie's exposed slit that was already
wet and waiting for her. She pushed two fingers inside the waiting cunt,
and Stephanie moaned in her bonds.
"Do you desire the use of your Mistress?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress, please?"
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Erica struck the paddle onto Stephanie's bottom, but not too strongly. It
would hurt and sting and she would be left with a red mark for every
stroke. Every time that she sat at her desk on Monday, she would have a
reminder of how her Mistress had used her.
"Ahhhh!"
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
The paddling, coupled with the spanking that she had received earlier, was
quite enough on Stephanie's bottom. Erica presented the paddle to
Stephanie's lips, and she kissed it would being order to.
"Thank you, Mistress," cried Stephanie.
Erica exchanged the paddle for a rubber dildo, which she displayed to her
bound captive, then slid into her exposed sex. Stephanie moaned in
response. She bound Stephanie's hair with some elastic hair bands to get
it out of the way, then raised Stephanie's head with her fingers.
"I want to see how much control you have, Stephanie," said Erica as she
unzipped her leather skirt, revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing
panties underneath.
"Mistress?"
"You must stay bound over the bar, keep the dildo in your sex, and make me
come all at the same time. Else you shall be severely punished, or perhaps
I'll give you to Lisa for the night. Understand?"
"Mmmmmph!" replied Stephanie as Erica forced her fragrant sex onto
Stephanie's face.
Erica stayed motionless as Stephanie first explored her outer lips with
her lips and teeth, then moved in closer to help her slave explore her sex.
She did not believe that it was fair to punish a slave for failing to obey
an order that an obstacle made impossible. So she placed her sex at
Stephanie's disposal, and the woman responded by doing everything possible
to satisfy her Mistress.
"Ohhhhh!" cried Erica when she felt her clit stimulated, then she was
driven to one orgasm after another.
Mistress Erica opened her legs slightly to further accommodate Stephanie's
attentions, and she continued to arouse and satisfy her Mistress.
"Ahhhh!" moaned Erica as she withdrew, "thank you, Stephanie."
"You're welcome, Mistress."
Still holding the leather skirt in her hands, Erica walked over to
Stephanie's rear, and found that the dildo was still firmly placed within
the woman's sex. Erica held onto the base as she thrust it deeper, then
partially withdrew it, before thrusting it inside again.
"Mistress, please?" panted Stephanie.
"Silence slut!" ordered Erica.
If Stephanie had been a painslut six months ago wanting only to feel the
bite of the lash, today she was a sensual slut instead. Erica had a hard
time keeping Stephanie on the edge during a weekend visit. But that was
all part of her job of being a Domme.
"Aaaaah!" cried Stephanie when she felt the dildo finally removed.
"Tina you may release Stephanie and let her clean her sex while I freshen
up too. Then I'll decide what to do with her next," ordered Erica.
While Stephanie would be using the little sink and toilet in the cell,
Erica had to go upstairs. In her design of the Dungeons, she had made some
mistakes, like not having a place where she could properly refresh herself.
Erica cleaned her sex with moistened towelettes, enjoying the scent that
they left on her. Then she slipped a pair of white cotton panties over her
hips, then zipped up the leather skirt again. She straightened her leather
bra and skirt in front of the mirror, and brushed her hair.
'I'm going to use this brush on Lisa's bottom tomorrow,' thought Erica,
'and she's going to enjoy it too!"
Erica then rejoined her two slaves in the Dungeon, who were waiting for
her.
"Ready, Stephanie?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"I just bought a new flogger made of rubber, and it stings so nicely.
Lisa, please hang Stephanie from the ceiling, spreader bars on both wrists
and ankles."
"Yes, Mistress," answered Lisa.
Erica waited as Lisa carried out her orders, and soon Stephanie was just
as helpless as before, her toes straining to reach the floor. Her naked
and exposed body held in the shape of an X.
"Do you submit to your Mistress?" asked Erica, as she stood directly in
front of Stephanie, the new flogger in her hand.
"Yes, Mistress!"
"Prepare to be used, slave!"
Stephanie could do nothing except twist in her bonds as Erica used the
rubber flogger on her. Each strand of rubber stung and marked, and each
could be plainly felt as it impacted on Stephanie's naked body.
Erica made certain to flog her breasts, underarms, thighs, stomach, and
between her legs. Stephanie moaned and bucked, and Erica knew that she was
having one climax after another in response to the flogger. It was her
favorite instrument above all, even surpassing the crop and whip.
Every time that she said that she would use the flogger on Stephanie,
Erica had observed how she desired the strokes of the many-stranded
instrument. Once, Stephanie had presented Erica with a flogger that she
had bought as a present, and that had been what Erica had used on her that
night.
"Aaaaaah!" cried Stephanie.
"Silence, slave, or I'll clamp your nipples," threatened Erica.
Stephanie remained silent throughout the rest of the session, and kissed
the flogger eagerly when it was offered to her. Her body was reddened, and
covered with sweat. But she looked happy after having been used by her
Mistress.
"Lisa, have her in my bedroom, I want to use Stephanie tonight,"
ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica knew full well that in the past, Stephanie would have only desired
that Erica continue flogging her, preferably until she either passed out or
bled. But now Stephanie, after having been excited by Erica's use, would
eagerly await her use in the bedroom.
* * * * *
"Mistress?" asked Stephanie.
"Yes, Stephanie?" sleepily answered Erica, "what is it?"
Glancing at the clock, Erica saw that it was nearly three in the morning.
She had used Stephanie in the Dungeon, then in the bedroom for hours.
Couldn't the woman ever fall asleep, or was she insatiable?
"I just wanted to say that you, Mistress."
"For your use in the Dungeon tonight?"
"No, Mistress Erica. You've saved my life, and I'm grateful. The job
restored my self-respect and gave me a purpose back in life, and you've
reawakened my sexual self as well."
"Yes, Stephanie," said Erica, tasting Stephanie on her lips.
"I have a secret," admitted Stephanie.
"You must have no secrets from your Mistress," ordered Erica.
"I'm really wealthy, I own a large estate in Greenwich."
"Then what are you doing in that apartment?" demanded Erica.
"Hiding, Mistress. Hiding from the life I once led, and the family and
job that I lost."
"You will tell me about it in the morning," ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"What do you want to do from now on?" asked Erica.
"To rebuild my life, Mistress Erica. And thank you," answered Stephanie,
tears in her eyes.
