RP: The Challenge CH13
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The Challenge CH13 "The Loan"
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"The Challenge" by sfma...@worldnet.att.net
Chapter 13: The Loan
>From the Diary of Cheryl Branford
Friday October 23, 1998
Part One: A Different Mistress
I sit at the window of the fast food restaurant,
watching the traffic go by. The workweek is over, and
the roads are filled with people going home to family,
shopping, and looking forward to the weekend.
In my purse are the directions to Mistress Lori's
house, which Mistress Janet had given me the previous
Sunday. Mistress Janet has fulfilled the second
request that I have made of her, that she would loan me
out to another Domme.
Actually, I know Brookline quite well, since I went to
school here for a year. Janet had provided me with
virtually fail safe directions to Lori's House, but I
kept silent that I knew the area.
I cannot believe that I am here, having driven over a
hundred miles for the purpose of serving another
Mistress! I know that this weekend I shall be naked,
whipped, and used sexually by another woman. Worse, I
desire this treatment!
It has been just five months since I have willingly
submitted myself to Mistress Janet. In that time I
have learned both the pleasure and pain which has come
as the price of submission to a Mistress.
In the back of the restaurant, trying hard not to be
obvious, are a pair of teenagers in love. They sit on
the same side in a booth, hugging and kissing, the
boy's hands roving over her body when he thinks that
nobody is watching.
I smile, wondering how she might react if she saw the
marks I carry. Or what the small leather collar around
my neck really means, the ring on my finger, and the
chain on my ankle. When Janet gave me the collar to
wear in public last week, I was pleased and happy.
Until I realized one day while shopping that I am now
collared, ringed, and chained in public. I now wear
constant reminders of my slavery even when I am not in
Janet's presence. I am a slave to Mistress Janet,
which is what I feared that I might become.
Janet broke down my last wall of resistance when she
asked me if her friend Master Craig could use me. How
could I refuse to be used by the man of my dreams? He
used me as Janet did, then made savage love to me
afterwards. Had he asked me to return home with him I
would have done so, as his slave.
I finish my drink, and walk to the bathroom to freshen
up. I wash my face, and dry myself off. I apply
lipstick, and straighten my sweater and jeans.
Summoning my courage, I walk outside, and get behind
the wheel of my car. I start it, then pull into
traffic, and the remaining drive to Lori's house only
takes about fifteen minutes. My heartbeats faster as I
wonder what pain and pleasure await me.
Mistress Lori and Gina live in a house in an upscale
suburb of Brookline. I follow the directions that
Janet has given me, into a winding series of streets in
a new development of large homes.
I make certain of the address, then pull into a
driveway. In the driveway I see a Jeep Wagoneer, and
place my Lexus beside it. I exit my car, remove a
small suitcase and clothing bag, then walk to the front
door, and ring the bell, terrified.
"You must be Cheryl," greeted a woman, "I'm Gina,
Mistress Lori isn't home yet. Please come in."
"Pleased to meet you," I reply, extending my hand in
greeting.
"Welcome," Gina answers, "can I take your coat?"
"Thank you."
I place my suitcase on the floor, and my clothing bag
on top. Gina takes my coat and places it in the hall
closet.
"Let's put your things in your room," she suggests.
I take my clothing bag and Gina takes my suitcase, and
we go upstairs to a nicely appointed bedroom. There is
no hint that Lori is a Domme, no ringbolt in the wall.
Just a nice brass four poster bed, which I know that I
can be secured to easily.
Gina is in her thirties, and quite attractive. About
five feet four inches, she is wearing an Ann Taylor
blouse and skirt in red and modest heels.
"Mistress Lori is running a little late at work. I'm
making Dinner, want to help?"
"Sure."
I follow her back downstairs and we pass through the
Dining Room, where I notice that the table is already
set for three. My eyes linger on the table and place
settings, and Gina notices my attention.
"We'll be eating together, unlike at Mistress Janet's
House," stated Gina, "Mistress Lori is a lot less
formal than Mistress Janet. Besides, we don't own such
a grand House like she does."
"You usually eat together?" I ask.
"Yes, except when Lori in entertaining a guest, when I
may be called on to serve in a uniform. Other than
that, we eat together, and sleep together also."
"Oh!" I answer, recognition dawning that there are
different relationships in D/s than Janet's formality.
I now wonder if Janet and Tina share meals together
also, instead of her being served in the Dining Room
whenever I am there.
"I'm just about to bread the fish, want to help?" asks
Gina.
"Sure."
I follow Gina into the kitchen, where a pot of soup is
slowly cooking on the stove, and the table is covered
in everything needed for a fish fry. Fillets on a
dish, a bowl with flour, and another with bread crumbs.
"I was just about to whisk the eggs," said Gina.
"I'll do it," I offer.
I break three eggs into a bowl, then whisk them until
the yolks are completely mixed in. Gina then adds in
some spices, and we are ready. Next I assist Gina by
first coating the flounder in flour, then dipping them
into the egg, then finally coating them in bread
crumbs. We place the fish into the fridge when
finished, and wash our hands together.
"We're having New England Chowder, Salad, Fried
Flounder, and Baked Potatoes," listed Gina, "is this
your first visit here?"
"I was here long ago," I answer.
"Perhaps we'll show you around tomorrow. You won't be
cleaning the playroom all weekend," she laughed.
"That would be nice."
"Chowder's just about done," observes Gina as she
lifts the pot's lid, the kitchen filling with a
wonderful aroma.
I hear the front door open, and close. Gina replaces
the cover and walks quickly to the front door, with me
following.
"Good evening, Gina," greets Lori.
"Good evening, Mistress."
Lori hands her coat to Gina, who hangs it in the hall
closet. She is wearing a dark blue business suit, her
hair in a bun at the back of her head.
"How was your day?"
"Very good, Mistress."
"I see that we have a visitor, welcome, Cheryl."
"Hello, Mistress Lori," I bow as Janet has instructed
me to.
"I'm going to change and freshen up, and you can start
Dinner. Is everything prepared?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good, I'll be down in ten minutes."
Lori walks upstairs, and I help Gina place the salad
on the table, along with bread and butter. I help Gina
in the kitchen, who evidently has had everything well
prepared in advance.
We are all seated at the table as Gina serves the
salad, and Lora and Gina begin making small talk about
work. Then we have some bread, then Gina brings out
three bowls of steaming New England Clam Chowder.
"Thank you, Gina," said Lori.
"You're welcome, Mistress."
"You're allowed to speak, Cheryl. I'm not quite as
formal as Mistress Janet, but you must remember how to
address me."
"Thank you, Mistress," I answer.
Lori and Gina continue making small talk, and then
even before she's finished with her chowder, Gina goes
to the kitchen. I see her light the fire under a
frying pan. She returns and finishes the soup, which
we have already finished. She takes the bowls and
spoons back into the kitchen, leaving Mistress Lori and
me alone at the table. Her black eyes bore into me
like drills.
"How was the drive from Greenwich?" politely asks
Lori.
"Fine, Mistress. No traffic, I left after lunch. A
very pleasant drive, thank you."
"Have you ever been to Boston before?"
"No, Mistress," I lie.
"Perhaps we can do some sightseeing tomorrow, show you
the town. I'm not going to be using you all weekend."
"Thank you, Mistress. That would be very nice."
I suddenly realize that I am in greater danger here
than I was in Janet's house. There, I am a servant,
usually naked, but now allowed to wear a rubber Maid's
outfit. Here, I am allowed to sit at the table,
directly facing Mistress Lori. Even to make small
talk! Lori is already suspicious of me, having
recognized me from that damn fetish shop in Los Angeles
last year. She will try to befriend me, make me slip,
do anything to admit why I am here on the East Coast
far from home in Janet's house.
The sound of something frying suddenly comes from the
kitchen, along with the wonderful aroma of fish frying.
"May I help Gina?" I ask.
"Yes," replies Lori.
I am glad for the reprieve, and I help Lori in the
kitchen. I remove the potatoes from the oven, and
place them in a dish. There is tartar sauce in the
fridge, along with white wine and soda.
Gina fries the fish, drying off the excess oil on a
paper towel before placing the main course on a plate.
She has made more than enough for three, and rushes to
place the oval serving dish on the table.
I follow with the potatoes, and tartar sauce, then
another trip with the soda and wine. Lori already has
an opener on the table, which she hands to me. I open
the wine, hand her the cork, and wait.
"That will be fine, Cheryl, you may pour."
"Thank you, Mistress," I reply.
I pour the wine into three long stemmed glasses made
of finely cut crystal. Once everything has been placed
on the table, I seat myself after Gina.
"Very good, Gina, thank you," complimented Lori.
"You're welcome, Mistress."
I eat in silence, only answering when asked a question
by Lori or her companion. The chowder was excellent,
and the fish even better. Gina suddenly rises from the
table, and retrieves a dish of steamed broccoli. The
meal is now complete, and we settle down to eat.
Lori manages an office, and Gina is a graphics
designer. They make small talk together, and I eat in
silence. Once the main course is complete, Gina and I
remove the dishes, and we bring out coffee and cake.
"Are you all right?" asks Lori.
"A little tired, Mistress," I answer.
"After Dinner, you can rest for a while before I'll
want you."
"Thank you, Mistress."
Once I help Gina with the dishes I am allowed to go to
my bedroom and I lay down on the bed. What am I doing
here? To prove that I can serve another woman? Or
that I can stand up to her use of me?
I fall into an uneasy sleep on the bed.
* * * * * *
"Cheryl," I hear a voice waking me.
"Gina," I answer when I open my eyes.
"Mistress Lori will want you in an hour. She has
asked that you prepare yourself for her as you do for
Mistress Janet."
"I'll have to bathe, rouge my aureole, and perfume
myself. That will take an hour or so," I reply
sleepily.
"I'll help," answers Gina.
"Thank you."
True to her word, Gina helps me after I shower and dry
my hair. I remove my leather collar when I bathe, but
not my ring or my ankle chain. In the bedroom, she has
stripped also, and I see that she is wearing a gold
ring in her right nipple.
I prepare myself just as Tina has taught me, sometimes
painfully, to get properly ready for Mistress Janet.
The perfume stings as it dries between my legs, on the
tender flesh that has felt the lash and crop. In
between application, I rouge my nipples, conscious of
the fact that I never prepared myself so thoroughly
when I dated a man.
Then again, he wasn't expected to take a riding crop
to me if I failed to be properly ready either.
"You've very beautiful," comments Gina.
"Thank you," I reply.
In the bedroom mirror I see the marks that Janet has
placed upon me last week. I wonder if it was my
imagination, or did she go easy on me then? Were the
strokes of the crop lessened in order that Lori would
use me more?
I place my feet into a pair of mules, then follow Gina
to a small study downstairs. She knocks on the closed
door and Lori bids me entrance.
"Come inside," Lori orders.
I enter the room, naked. It is a smaller version of
Janet's library. Bookcases, a desk and computer.
Including an unfamilar leather clad woman seated behind
the desk.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"You may stand in front of the desk."
I close the door behind me, and stand naked in front
of Lori. In the past, I would be blushing a deep red
by now, embarrassed. But I am past such things now,
used to being seen and used by others.
"Hands behind your head, and turn around, slowly,"
Lori orders.
I do as I am told, having presented myself to Janet
like this before on many occasions. My aureole are
rouged a deep red, and I can smell the perfume that I
have applied between my thighs. My underarms are
shaved clean, and I wonder if Janet will eventually
demand that I shave my sex as well.
"You are quite beautiful," observes Lori, "when were
you last used?"
"Saturday, by Mistress Janet."
"With what instrument, and how many strokes?"
"Twenty-five strokes with the riding crop, Mistress,"
I calmly answer.
"Thank you, you may put you arms down now," Lori
orders.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Place your hands on the desk."
"Yes, Mistress."
Lori rises to her feet as I follow my orders in
silence. I know that I am going to be used, even
before we go to her playroom, but how?
"Why are you here?" asks Lori.
"To serve another Mistress," I answer.
"Aren't there plenty of Dommes in Los Angeles?"
"I am here today to serve you, Mistress Lori."
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
I receive three blows on my bottom that would have
staggered me before I was trained and brought me to
tears, but I am used to such force by now.
"Why are you here being trained my Janet, a good
friend of mine, three thousand miles from your home?
"I wanted to be trained my Mistress Janet," I answer.
"Her reputation extends to LA, to a woman with no
connection to the scene?" demands Lori, steel in her
voice.
"Yes, Mistress," I calmly answer.
"Do you consider yourself to be strong?"
"Yes, Mistress," I answer.
"Yes, Cheryl, I did remember you from the fetish shop
in LA. It was sheer coincidence that you were there
when I went in with a girlfriend of mine. I did tell
Janet afterwards that I remembered you, yet you are
here, loaned to me for a weekend. Aren't you worried
that I may hurt you?"
"No, Mistress Lori."
"Why?" she softly asks me.
"Because I know that being an associate of Janet's you
would never hurt or abuse a slave, Mistress," I answer.
"Ah!" I cry, when Lori's fingers invade my sex.
"Mistress Janet is a good friend of mine, and a well
known and loved Domme in the scene. I may not be able
to make you explain why you are here, but I will make
you prove to me what you have learned from Janet's
training. Do you understand?"
"Yes!" I cry, as her fingers dig into my sex.
"That's good," answered Lori calmly, as if she had
been inspecting a car for purchase, instead of a woman.
She wipes her hands on a tissue, then selects a long
wooden ruler. She hefts it in her hands, displaying it
for my terror.
"Has Janet ever used a ruler on that bottom of yours?"
"No Mistress."
"Do you know why?"
"No, Mistress," I answer, terror in my voice.
"Because it has sharp edges, and can break the skin
easily if used. And it can drive splinters into the
wound as well. I'm not going to use it on you unless
you give me a reason, by not obeying an order.
Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Very good, now sit in the chair, I have quite another
test in mind for you," Lori orders.
I do as I am told, and sit naked on the cool leather.
I had been fearful and afraid that the hard wood of the
ruler was going to be used on me for the first time,
and now I wonder what test Lori wants me to perform.
She places the ruler on her desk, then removes a
vibrator and phallus. Holding the vibrator in her
hands, she flicks the switch, and I can hear a slight
buzzing sound.
"You may use your hand, the vibrator, or the dildo. I
want you to give yourself an orgasm in my presence,"
Lori orders.
"I've never done that before in the presence of
another woman, Mistress," I answer.
"Nice to see that I can ask something of you that
Mistress Janet has not. Do it!"
Embarrassed, I place my hand between my legs,
inserting my fingers into my already wet love box. I
tickle and pull at my pubic hairs, then insert two of
fingers inside where Lori has already probed. Then in
begin to move my fingers in and out, simulating the
motion of a man's cock.
There is a small mirror in the library, no doubt
specially placed to reflect back upon the occupant of
the chair. I look at my red face, and I feel acutely
embarrassed by this action. Janet has never asked me
to do this, and Lori has already threatened me with a
fearsome instrument if I do not perform.
"May I have the vibrator, Mistress?" I ask in a soft
voice.
"Yes."
I take the vibrator from the desk, turn it on, and
place the buzzing shaft between my legs. The hard
plastic is the remaining stimulation that I need, and I
soon feel myself get wet and excited. My breaths
become shorter, my chest heaves, and soon I climax.
"Ah!" I cry, one time after another as the waves of
pleasure course through my naked body, for Lori's
entertainment.
"Very good," compliments Lori.
I place the vibrator back on the desk, the plastic
surface wet with my secretions. Surely Lori wants to
lick my own juices from the device, just a Janet would?
"Thank you, Mistress," I answer.
"That was easy to do, wasn't it?" Lori asks, "much
easier to bear than a session with the cane?"
"Yes, Mistress," I answer.
Last week, Janet again allowed me the use of another
of her slaves. I let the girl choose the instrument,
and she wanted the cane. I had wanted the crop, but
instead the cane was her choice. It took all of my
concentration to avoid drawing blood, to break the
skin.
"Since you're now nice and wet, Gina will take you to
the playroom, where I have a few different toys than
Janet. Do you submit to my use?" asks Lori.
"Yes, Mistress Lori."
"What is your safeword?"
"Sin, Mistress," I answer.
Gina opens the library door. She has changed into a
leather bra and skirt, and now wears a collar around
her neck. I wonder what she is carrying in her hands.
"Stand up," Gina orders.
I comply quickly, and Gina takes hold of my right
wrist, and I feel the bite of cold steel around it.
Gina has a pair of handcuffs, and my left wrist is
quickly made prisoner as well. I suddenly realize that
in the entire time I have been used by Mistress Janet,
she has only used the leather bracelets to bind me.
"Pull at the all you like," suggests Lori, "you'll
never escape."
Naked and cuffed, I make a vain attempt to free myself
from the implacable steel that holds me prisoner. But
nothing I do is of any avail, and my wrists remain
locked in steel.
"Take her down to the playroom, and place her in the
cage," orders Lori.
Gina grabs hold of my arms, and I am forced marched
down to the playroom. While the basement of the house
is large, it is nothing compared to what Mistress Janet
possesses.
Against the wall of the basement (done in fake brick,
I notice, for atmosphere) is a large steel cage, of the
sort used for large animals. Or I realize, big enough
for a single person.
I am marched over to the cage, and I see that the door
is open. On the cage floor is a wooden pallet, covered
by a blanket.
"On your knees and inside," orders Gina.
I place myself on my knees, bend down low, and inch
myself inside the cage onto the blanket. Once inside,
the door is closed, and Gina padlocks the door through
a hasp.
"Place your back to the bars."
I do as I am told, and my right wrist is freed of the
steel, but not the left. I turn around, then look at
my captor.
"Lock it back on your wrist, with your hands in
front."
I take the cuff into my left hand, then lock it back
around my right wrist, hearing each click as I close
the ratchets tighter around my flesh.
"Lori will be along after a bit to attend to you,
Cheryl. In the meantime, enjoy the cage. There's no
escape."
Gina dims the lights, then closes the door behind
her. With my wrists enclosed in steel, I pull at the
bars without effect. Next my fingers try for the
padlock. On my knees, I try to pull my wrists apart,
fighting against the handcuffs that restrain me.
I am naked, locked in a steel cage in the playroom of
another Mistress who is already suspicious of me. By
my own choice! Tears fall from my eyes as I settle
down to wait for Mistress Lori.
The cage is large enough so that I can sit with my
legs pulled up close to my chin, or lay down somewhat.
Regardless, I am a prisoner. I recall that Janet has a
cell in her Dungeon that I was made to sleep in for a
couple of nights after I had displeased her.
There is no clock in the playroom, so I have no way of
measuring the passage of time. I can turn to look
outside my steel prison, but a table or something
blocks my view of the rest of the room.
I settle down to wait for Lori, occasionally pulling
at the handcuffs on my wrists. My fingers caressing
the smooth cold stainless steel that holds me captive.
* * * * * *
"Wake up!" commands Lori, as she strikes the bars of
the cage.
"Yes, Mistress," I dumbly answer as I struggle back to
wakefulness. Have I really fallen asleep in my cage,
and how long have I been inside?
Mistress Lori opens the door, and I wait inside, for
permission to come out. I have learned from Mistress
Janet not to make any moves unless having been given
permission first.
"You may leave your cage," orders Lori.
I exit the cage, stiff from my confinement. I get to
my feet, my muscles stiff from the ordeal of crouching
in the cage for so long.
"There's a bowl of water on the table, plus a cloth to
dry yourself with," suggests Lori, "let me remove your
cuffs."
I hold out my hands and my cuffs are unlocked. I spy
the bowl and cloth, and plunge my hands into water that
feels like it is freezing cold! Then I withdraw my
hands in surprise, and look sadly at Mistress Lori.
"Wash yourself or I'll pour the bowl over you,"
threatens Lori.
Even though the water is ice cold, I wash my face with
it. The cold water instantly awakens me, and I dry my
hands and face with a soft white towel.
It is while I'm drying myself that I look at what I
thought was a table. At each end is a wheel and
chains. It is a rack! I stop and stare, looking in
horror at the device.
"Are you awake?"
"Yes, Mistress," I answer.
"Good. Gina, you may fit her collar and bracelets
on."
"Yes, Mistress."
Trembling, I stand in place as Gina locks on the
familiar instruments of my bondage. I am made to place
my ankles one at a time on a stool so that Gina does
not have to bend all the way to lock my ankle bracelets
on. Soon, I am attired as usual.
"Kneel," commands Lori.
I kneel in front of Mistress Lori, conscious of the
fact that I now deeply long for Mistress Janet.
"Do you submit to my use?"
"Yes, Mistress," I answer.
"You may then select the instrument of your use," Lori
commands.
Against the wall is a wooden cabinet that Gina has
opened for my inspection. I see all of the familiar
instruments of a Domme. I breathe deeply, and select a
rubber flogger. I know that the stands will sting and
hurt, and mark easily. But I know that unless I prove
to Lori that I am both submissive and well trained, she
will use me even harder than Mistress Janet.
I remove the flogger from the cabinet, stand before
Lori, and sink to my knees in front of her. Then I
present the rubber flogger to her.
"Please flog me, Mistress?" I ask softly.
"Your wish shall be granted. Gina!"
"Yes, Mistress!"
"Hang Cheryl from the ceiling chain, with her legs
spread. She's going to be severely flogged this night,
perhaps harder than ever before. I want her naked
little body totally available to me."
"Yes, Mistress," answers Gina.
I stand in silence as I am again hung from a ceiling
chain, exposed to whatever mercies that Mistress Lori
has in mind for me. Janet has never asked me to select
the method of my torment, so I was shaking inside as I
looked at the contents of Lori's cabinet.
Just a few miles from here I went to school and
studied literature before I went back to Stamford. I
remembered my walks at Harvard, Boston University, and
others with the friends that I had made in my first
year of college.
But now I'm naked, hanging from a ceiling, again
expecting to feel the bite of the lash. Nor is it long
in coming, as Lori does not even want me to kiss the
flogger or ask for my use. Instead she draws her arm
back, and lashes me against my outstretched breasts.
"Ah!" I cry, "ah!"
My entire body is to feel the flogger, and Lori
circles around me, striking an area a few times, then
moving on. Each stroke stings and probably marks, but
I do not know or care. I have placed myself in this
position, and I have nobody to blame but myself.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
There are no sounds in the playroom except for those
of the flogger striking my flesh, the click of Lori's
heels as she walks around me, and my moans and
breaths. In spite of the treatment that I am
receiving, I stand proud and tall, just as Mistress
Janet has taught me to.
"You have learned your lessons well," compliments
Lori.
"Yes, Mistress," I gasp, between strokes.
My breasts, underarms, and thighs are all singled out
for special treatment, and I feel the sting of each
rubber strand as it strikes my flesh. I moan with both
pain and pleasure, my mind divorcing itself from my
body, as I enter that special submissive place in my
mind. Which I did not know existed before I began to
serve Mistress Janet.
"Kiss the flogger," directs Lori.
"Yes, Mistress," I answer, wondering how much time has
passed and how many strokes I have endured, "thank you,
Mistress Lori."
"Are you a bondage slut?" asks Lori.
"Ah!" I cry, as her fingers enter my sex and rub my
clit, "yes, Mistress, I'm a slut!"
I have a Masters in Business that I earned from
Stamford University, heiress to a family fortune
(though I have kept my name and position out of the
papers so that I can achieve this mad scheme), yet I
have been trained as a slave. And to my horror, I have
come to enjoy it! Being kept naked, used physically
and then sexually, made to serve another man or woman.
"Slut!"
Lori's fingers are coated with my secretions, and she
does not have to order me to clean them when they are
placed in my mouth. I do so automatically, without
prompting from the Domme.
"Gina, release this slave, I am not finished with her
yet," Lori orders in a firm tone of voice.
I am released from my bondage, only to be made to
kneel in front of Mistress Lori, who is not seated in a
chair similar to the one that Janet has in her
Dungeon. She is dressed in a skintight PVC Catsuit,
complete with a matching corset around her waist.
"Lick my shoes," orders Lori.
Without hesitation I get on my hands along with my
knees, and Lori crosses her legs, and extends her right
foot to my lips. She is wearing a pair of shoes on her
feet that are locked to her ankles by a leather strap
and a small padlock.
I begin to lick and suck at the PVC material of her
shoes without hesitation or shame. My skin still burns
from the harsh flogging that I have received, but that
only has made me more sexually excited.
First Lori made me give myself an orgasm in her
presence, something that Janet never did. Now I am
asked to lick a Domme's shoes, and I do so without
question, my sex wet with desire.
Twice in one night Mistress Lori has made me do
something different, and my heart thunders in my
chest. I have discovered a new level of submission,
and I yearn for more.
"Does Mistress Janet know what sort of submissive that
she has unleashed?" Lori demands.
"Yes, Mistress," I answer.
"Does she whip you to a frenzy?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Make you scream with pain and pleasure?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Get over my knee, Cheryl. You need a paddle on your
bottom, and I'm going to administer it!"
I quickly follow her orders, and I am now resting on
her lap. Then I smell the PVC that Lori is wearing,
and my own scent is that of intense arousal. Gina
hands Lori a leather paddle, and my bottom is rubbed in
advance of my next use.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
"Thank you, Mistress!" I cry after five harsh strokes,
my bottom burning from the impacts
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
"Thank you, Mistress," I gasp, tears falling from my
eyes, for Lori has struck me harder on my bottom than
Janet ever has.
"Kiss the paddle," orders Lori.
I do so without question, even as I feel my bottom
burning from the use that it has already suffered.
Then I feel Lori's fingers between the cheeks of my
abused bottom, and I wonder if I am going to be used
there too!
"Should I use all of your holes tonight, Cheryl, or
leave your ass for tomorrow? Or are you already
totally submissive?"
"I'm submissive, Mistress. You may use me in any way
that you like."
"On the floor, Cheryl, on your knees," orders Lori.
I do as I am told, wincing when my bottom touches the
heel of my feet. My rear has been used quite harshly,
and I wonder how I am going to sit down afterwards.
"Gina, take this slut to my bedroom in a few minutes
after you clean her up. I shall have her this night."
"Yes, Mistress," answers Gina.
Lori exits the playroom, leaving me alone with Gina.
I am taken upstairs, and Gina cleans the sweat from my
body, and my sex with a scented towelette. I am then
perfumed again, and my hair brushed and set. Looking
at myself in the mirror, I am amazed at the stripes
that the flogger has left on my skin.
In her bedroom, Lori is naked upon the sheets, her
fragrant sex open to my attentions. Without being
ordered to, I quickly apply my lips and tongue to her
sex, thinking of how I pleasured Mistress Janet last
week.
Then I notice that Gina has removed her leather
clothes, and joins us in bed. She gets under me, then
begins to work on my sex just as I am doing with
Mistress Lori.
I am having a hard time concentrating on pleasing Lori
as I am being pleasured at the same time. My legs are
open wide, and Gina plays her tongue over my clit,
making me moan with pleasure.
"You must make me come before Gina makes you come,
else you shall be beaten again," describes Lori.
With renewed vigor, I attach myself to Lori's lovebox,
determined not to succumb to Gina's attentions. I
apply myself, using everything that Tina has taught me
in the arts of pleasing a woman, and eventually I
succeed in making Lori moan and buck with pleasure.
Gina then removes herself from my sex, and I see that
my juices are on her lips. We kiss, before Lori pulls
me closer to her. She pulls the quilt over the two of
us, and Gina leaves the room, closing the lights behind
her.
Lori and I made languid slow love after that, until we
both fall asleep together. Even though I have been
harshly used and my skin burns, I feel quite happy
about tonight. I fall into a dark, dreamless sleep.
Part Two: The Rack
Saturday October 24, 1998
It was late afternoon, and I was tired after a day of
sightseeing around Boston. I have not been a tourist
anywhere for a long time, and now my feet hurt.
"Would you like to rest?" asked Lori.
"Yes, Mistress," I answer.
True to her words of last night, on Saturday morning
after breakfast the two of us had set out together. We
had seen all of the usual tourist sites in Boston, then
trudged through the city. I had followed her without
question.
We go into a restaurant, and get a window seat. I
look out the window, and see the grounds of Harvard
University, where I had gone to school for a year
before I transferred to Stamford in California!
Lori orders coffee for the two of us, and after the
waitress delivers it, we are left alone. Her eyes bore
into me like drills.
"Have you ever been here before, Cheryl?" plainly asks
Lori.
"No, Mistress," I answer, lying through my teeth. I
wonder if Lori can detect that I am lying to her?
"If I contact a friend of mine in the admissions
department of Harvard, will she find your name?"
questions Lori as she sips her coffee.
"No, Mistress," I answer softly.
"I have contacts and friends in many colleges in the
Boston area, some say that it's the main industry
here. If not Harvard, perhaps Boston University, or
somewhere else? You don't seem like a Yale type to
me," observed Lori.
"I went to Stamford University in California,
Mistress, and received an MBA in Finance. My
background is known to Mistress Janet."
"I'm sure that it is, Cheryl. Except that it doesn't
answer the question of why you're here, after my seeing
you at that shop in LA."
"I'm here to be trained by Mistress Janet, then loaned
out to you so that I may experience another Domme,
Mistress Lori," I curtly answer.
Lori says nothing in return but merely sips at her
coffee, and stares at me. Her black eyes bore into me
as before.
"Tonight, after Dinner, I shall put you to the
ultimate test, Cheryl. Did you see the full contents
of my playroom last night?"
"Yes, Mistress, I saw the rack," I answer.
"That shall be your test, Cheryl, the rack. You can,
of course, refuse. That is your right."
"No, Mistress," I answer, "that will be quite all
right. I accept the rack willingly."
"Brave words for one clothed in a restaurant in the
heart of Boston, but you may change your mind later."
It has been five months sine I have entered into the
world of submission. I have been stripped naked,
flogged, cropped and whipped. All of my orifices have
been used repeatedly, and I have been lent out to
Janet's associates. I wear a collar, ring, and chain
on my ankle. There is nothing left for me but the
rack.
"Tonight, Mistress," I answer, "I shall prove my
submission."
* * * * * *
We meet Gina for Dinner at another restaurant, Durgen
Park outside Fanueil Hall. Originally, I had thought
that we might have gone to Legal Seafood, but we had
fish the previous night.
Usually, I would be serving Dinner to Mistress Janet,
either naked or wearing a Maid's uniform. Instead,
someone else is serving us, and I feel the leather
collar around my neck marks me as a slave.
I eat a large steak and baked potato, and my only
deference to Mistress Lori is that I do not have any
alcohol to dull my senses. We are three women friends
out for Dinner, and a man comes out of the crows at the
bar to try to pick up Gina. She politely declines, and
he leaves us alone after that.
After Dinner, we go to an Art Gallery opening. A
friend of Lori's has an exhibition of his paintings. I
stand off to one side as Lori circulates the crows, and
eat some cheese and more soda.
We get back home, and Lori suggests that I rest in my
bedroom. I take the opportunity, undress, and fall
into bed, into a deep dream filled sleep of my time
under the lash of Mistress Janet.
* * * * * *
"Good evening," I hear through the fog of sleep.
"What time is it?" I ask.
"Eleven thirty," Gina answers.
I sit up naked in bed, and rub my eyes. After my
rest, I feel reinvigorated, ready for anything. Even
the rack.
"I had better get ready, then," I say aloud to Gina.
"Yes, I'll help."
I wash, the warm water returning me back to full
awareness. Much to my surprise, Gina does not ask me
to go through the ritual of rouge and perfume. Once I
am clean and ready, she cuffs my hands behind my back
and places a blindfold over my eyes.
Then I am marched down to the playroom, and made to
kneel. I have not even been gagged, which is a
surprise. My time on the rack is to be direct and with
a minimum of ceremony.
Gina removes my blindfold, and I see that Lori is
seated in her chair. I remain silent, as my training
has taught me.
"Do you now accept the rack, Cheryl?" Lori asks.
"Yes, Mistress," I answer.
"You may still back out."
"Please place me on the rack, Mistress?" I ask.
"As you wish. Gina, please assist me."
I am released from my handcuffs, and made to lie down
on the rack. My wrists and ankles are placed within
fur lined cuffs, and locked. I am in the familiar
shape of an X, my body totally exposed.
"You may still back out, Cheryl."
"No thank you, Mistress Lori."
"What is your safeword?"
"Sin, Mistress," I answer.
"Remember it well," Lori cautions.
Lori ever so slowly begins to turn the wheel, and I
hear the ratchets click one after another. I do not
feel anything yet, as merely the slack is taken up.
But ever so gradually the tension begins, as I am
pulled flat.
"Are you all right, Cheryl?"
"Yes, Mistress," I answer.
I stare resolutely at the ceiling light, concentrating
on the light bulbs. My body is pulled taut, my breasts
flat against my chest.
Lori begins to fondle me, and my breasts are her first
objects of attention. She pulls at my nipples, which
are erect, then holds one entire breast in her hand.
Then one of her hands traces the outlines of my sex,
and I moan with pleasure.
"Ah!" I cry.
My reward is to hear the ratchets click further and I
am pulled tighter. If anyone had told me a year
earlier that I would be in this position, I would have
told him or her that they were crazy. Instead this is
the final test of my submission.
"Ah!"
"AH!"
The pain is intense, and I swallow, my mouth has
suddenly become dry and like paper. Fear and pleasure
mixed together in a strange manner that I have never
experienced before. I have a achieved a new feeling of
total submission that is new to me.
"Are you all right, Cheryl?" Lori asks.
"Yes, Mistress," I answer.
"You are very brave, Cheryl," compliments Lori.
After what seems like an eternity, the chain is
released, and the tension on my body falls away. I
feel like I am seven feet tall as Gina helps me to sit
up and take a drink of water.
"Are you all right?" asks Gina.
"Yes, thank you."
That night, I am not used again. I spend the night
with Gina in a big double bed, and I suspect that she
is awake through the night to keep an eye on me. I go
back to sleep, wondering if my time on the rack was
just a dream as well.
Part Three: Remembrance of Things Past
Sunday October 25, 1998
My apartment is just as I have left it. The Times is
on the doorstep and I carry it inside with me. I place
my coat back in the closet, and pour myself a stiff
drink.
For all of the terror that the rack generated in me, I
was not seriously hurt by it. Lori knew just when to
stop before any real damage would happen.
Sunday I took a hot bath to relieve the tension in my
joints, given breakfast, then sent on my way by
eleven. Lori gave me a short exit interview, and then
I departed for home.
My training is now over, and I have the marks to prove
it. I am a slave, have been loaned to two of Janet's
associates. A Male Dominant has used me, followed by a
Dominatrix.
It is now time. From the top dresser drawer, I remove
the manila envelope, and look at the pictures of her.
Before and after, realizing that I have followed the
path that she did, into submission.
I will call my contact in Hong Kong and set into
motion my final plan. In scene language, the bottom
will control the top. In plain language, I am now
going to humiliate Mistress Janet, then make my final
demand on her before going home.
The End of Chapter Thirteen