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   "Janet in Training" Chapter Four: Slave Girl on Loan Part Four

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   Janet CH04 PT4 Continued:

   Saturday morning started unusually for Janet.  Unlike before, Janet and
Camille were responsible for bathing and dressing both Stephanie and
Blanca. Janet used everything that she had been taught both in Erica's and
Stephanie's house to attend to the Mistress and her guest.  She did her
duties naked, and wished that she could take a quick shower, but had to
wait.  Camille was dressed in a black latex Maid's outfit, which was surely
uncomfortable to wear in the hot and steamy bathroom.

   After both women were cleaned and dressed, they went downstairs.  Janet
was finally alone with Camille.

   "I'm to give you a quick bath, then you're to be dressed in a uniform
like mine," said Camille.

   For Janet, a quick bath in reality meant a long time soaking in a hot
and steamy tub.  The hot water both stung and soothed her aching flesh and
she again felt every stroke of the paddle and whip.

   Camille then took her into one of the bedrooms and dressed her in a
uniform similar to hers.  She wore a rubber panty and bra underneath, plus
her usual high heels.  She stood still as Camille zipped her into the
uniform.

   Camille then changed her own uniform that had become hot and sweaty with
her work.  She gave herself a quick birdbath as Janet knelt in the bedroom.

   "Ready?" asked Camille.

   "It's a little strange wearing clothes again," said Janet.

   "You'll get used to this, I imagine," laughed Camille.

   "My brother was in the wrestling squad in high school.  He had a rubber
outfit that he used to wear just prior to a match so he could quickly lose
some weight to get an advantage over someone in a lesser weight class. 
After he quit the squad, I used to wear it also," said Janet.

   "Did it make you feel sexy?" asked Camille.

   "Not like this," said Janet, admiring herself in the mirror.

   "We're supposed to serve both Mistresses today, with you properly
dressed so don't make any mistakes!  I don't want to have to work all day
with a dildo inside me!  Okay?"

   "Yes, Mistress," answered Janet.

   For that Saturday, Janet worked in her latex uniform serving as a Maid.
She again helped Camille with all of the housework and cooking.  She didn't
say anything when they made Stephanie's room up, though she could guess
what had happened there the previous night by the bed's condition.

   She could smell the sweaty sheets and the juices on the bed, and knew
that Camille and her Mistress had been in bed together.  Under the bed, she
found a dildo and riding crop, and gave them to Camille.

   "Good, I've got to store these away," said Camille.

   "You told me that you were hired just as a regular Maid.  Then why did
you stay after........."

   "After I found out about Stephanie's unusual interests?  Maybe I was
bored, or looking for something different.  In any event, I found what I
wanted," said Camille.

   The two women did all the cooking and cleaning together, and Janet found
that working in a latex uniform made her feel sexy and interesting. 
Whenever she moved, she loved the rustle of the latex, and the way it clung
to her figure.  The heat of her body generated sweat, which somehow made
her feel even more excited.  Soon, the uniform had molded itself to her
figure.

   Remarkably, neither Dominant decided to use either slave during the day.
Janet wondered if during the week, Stephanie amused herself with Camille.
Thus both of them were able to get their work done without any
interference.

   Finally, Dinner came and Camille cooked and Janet served.  She did
everything that Camille had told her to, and it seemed to go all right. 
She managed not to spill anything throughout the entire meal.

   When the dining room was cleared both Dominants rose and left for the
library.

   "Please join us in ten minutes," said Stephanie.

   "Yes, Mistress," answered Camille and Janet in unison.

   Janet eyed Camille silently.  What was going to happen tonight?  Would
she again be subjected to something new and different in the Dungeon, or
would she be punished as before?

   Both slaves entered the library as instructed and stood silently
awaiting instructions.

   "Camille, I want you to go with Blanca to the Dungeon to get ready. 
Janet, I want you to stay with me for a while," ordered Stephanie.

   After they were left alone, Janet stood in silence as she awaited her
next command from her Mistress.

   "Janet, come to the desk, please?" asked Stephanie, who was seated
behind it.

   "Yes, Mistress," answered Janet as she did what she was instructed.

   Stephanie removed the instruments of a Dominant.  The ballgag, riding
crop, whip, clips, and cuffs.

   "Tell me, Janet.  Have you ever handled a riding crop before?" asked
Stephanie.

   "I rode a horse once.  They gave them out, but I never had to use it."

   "What happened?"

   "I fell off the horse."

   Stephanie laughed.

   "And are you familiar with any of these objects, or have any at home? 
Tell me, you're not allowed to keep secrets from your Mistress."

   Janet choked.  She had never told Erica that she had gone to shops in
New York City and purchased cuffs and heels that she wore at night.  Would
this earn her a beating?

   "Since I became a slave to Mistress Erica, I went and purchased a set of
cuffs and a collar to wear when I'm naked at home.  It's comforting, and
reminds me of Erica," confessed Janet.

   "Good.  I'm sure that Erica will be glad to know that you think of her
even when you're not in the Dungeon," said Stephanie.

   "Thank you, Mistress," answered Janet.

   "Pick up the crop," ordered Stephanie.

   "Mistress?" questioned Janet.

   "Pick up the crop," again ordered Stephanie, "or do I have to strike
your behind with it?"

   Hesitantly, Janet reached out and grasped the leather handle.  She
picked up it with her right hand grasping the handle.  With her left, she
ran her fingers over its entire length.

   "You can flex it," said Stephanie, "it won't bite."

   Doing as she was told, Janet imitated Stephanie's motions with the crop.

   "How long have you been a slave, Janet?" asked Stephanie.

   "Five months," Janet answered.

   "During that time, have you ever wondered just what it might feel to
hold a crop, or to use it on someone else?  Answer me and be truthful,"
questioned Stephanie.

   "Yes, Mistress.  I've often thought about how it might feel if I used a
riding crop," admitted Janet.

   "Would you like to?" asked Stephanie.

   "Mistress!" exclaimed Janet.

   "Come now.  You've enough stripes on your flesh.  Wouldn't you like to
administer some on another slave girl?" asked Stephanie.

   Janet was struck speechless.  Sure, she had fantasized about it, except
that she knew the pain that she would be causing if she wielded the crop
herself.  There was no way that she would ever want to inflict pain on
someone, especially not another slave girl!

   "If you don't reply, there's at least twenty strokes for you with my
most painful crop," said Stephanie.

   "I wouldn't like to whip someone else, Mistress," Janet replied
cautiously.

   "Would you rather take the punishment yourself, then?"

   "What punishment?" asked Janet.

   "Earlier, Camille made a mistake today.  I told her that she would get
punished for it.  It doesn't matter who administers the strokes, just so
long as it gets done.  I am offering her to you, just for tonight.  Will
you accept my offer, or get double hers?"

   "Mistress?" Janet was unable to decide what to do!

   "Decide, Janet.  Either I punish you severely, or you punish Camille. 
It's all part of being a slave.  And I'll tell Erica what a disobedient
slave you were, especially on your last night with me," cautioned
Stephanie.

   The words choked in Janet's mouth, not the crop again for her!

   "Decide!"

   "Mistress, I'll punish Camille," said Janet in a low voice.

   "Speak louder," Stephanie ordered.

   "Mistress, I'll punish Camille," Janet repeated.

   "Good, that wasn't so hard," said Stephanie as she rose from behind her
desk.

   "Mistress?" asked Janet, not sure what was to happen next.

   "Come now, you have to get dressed.  You can't dominate someone dressed
in a Maid's uniform with collar and bracelets," said Stephanie.

   Earlier that day, it had been Camille and Janet that had bathed and
prepared Stephanie and Blanca.  Now, the role was somewhat reversed as
Janet was ushered to a bedroom, and was quickly divested of her shoes,
collar and bracelets.  Next, the rubber uniform came off, and had to be
peeled slowly from Janet's form.

   Finally came the rubber bra and panties, and Janet had a hard time
removing them, as they had stuck to her skin.

   "I have another set like this," began Stephanie, "That have nubs inside
the bra cups and crotch to keep you excited.  Perhaps you'll get to wear
them on your next visit.  I often make Camille wear them, just to keep her
excited all day."

   "Yes, Mistress."

   "Now take a quick shower, and we'll get ready," ordered Stephanie.

   Doing as she was told, Janet bathed quickly under a hot shower.  She
felt like the sweat from the rubber was melting off from her.

   When she emerged, Stephanie dried her off, and helped with her hair. 
She selected a leather skirt, bra, thigh high black boots, and long opera
gloves, all in black leather for Janet.  Putting them on made Janet feel
very strange, since she was now wearing the clothing of a Dominant instead
of a slave!

   For herself, Stephanie wore a sleeveless black leather Catsuit.  Janet
helped Stephanie into it, and zipped it up the back.  She wore a pair of
five-inch heels to compliment the outfit.

   "There now," said Stephanie, "Don't we look better than being naked?"

   "Yes, Mistress," said Janet as she admired herself in the full-length
mirror.

   "Come now," ordered Stephanie.

   "No blindfold, Mistress?" asked Janet.

   "Blindfolds are for slaves," answered Stephanie.

   When they arrived in the Dungeon, Janet was not surprised to see just
what Stephanie had ordered.  Camille was chained as Janet usually was.  She
was naked, and wore a collar and bracelets.  The bracelets were locked to
spreader bars, which spread-eagled Camille into the shape of an X.  She was
wearing a blindfold and ball gag.

   Blanca had changed into a latex bodysuit and high heels, which hugged
every curve of her figure.  She stood silently, waiting next to her
handiwork.

   "Good job, Blanca," complimented Stephanie.

   "Thank you, Stephanie."

   Stephanie had instructed Janet to remain silent when they entered the
Dungeon.  She pointed to Camille, and shook her head up and down,
indicating yes.

   Hesitantly, Janet strode over to Camille.  She saw how the Maid was now
confined and stretched as she had normally been.  Janet saw how her breasts
stuck out, and each rib below the skin was visible.  How Camille bore the
many stripes of her slavery to Stephanie.

   Stephanie motioned for her to begin.  Janet started by gently stroking
Camille's breasts, pulling at them and pinching her erect nipples.  She
then traced the furrow between her breasts directly down to her sex.  She
toyed with her pubic hair, pulling at the soft strands.  This made Camille
flinch within her chains.  Walking around, she gently felt Camille's back
with her fingers, finally ending there by pulling her buttocks apart and
seeing her anus.

   Becoming bolder, she circled around to the front.  She then cupped
Camille's sex with one hand, and slowly inserted one finger into her
furrow. This made Camille stiffen within her chains, and Janet could see
the girl tense as her digit invaded her.

   "Continue," ordered Stephanie.

   Janet returned to pinching Camille's nipples, seeing how excited and
flushed she had become from her earlier examination.  Camille, like Janet,
had been well trained to respond to her Mistress.

   Janet then walked to Camille's back and unbuckled her blindfold and ball
gag.  Camille blinked several times to adjust to the bright lights and saw
that it was Janet who had been fondling her!

   "Mistress?" asked Camille.

   "I've decided that Janet should use you tonight, Camille."

   "Yes, Mistress."

   "Good.  Proceed, Janet," ordered Stephanie.

   Selecting a riding crop with a broad leather tip, she circled Camille.
For the first time, it wasn't Janet that was going to receive punishment.
This time, she was holding the crop, and she was going to use it.

   She administered her first stroke with a gentle slap on Camille's outer
thigh.  It produced a barely audible thwack in the silence.

   Before Stephanie could order her, Janet slowly and with ever increasing
force began to strike at that exposed parts of Camille's nakedness.  She
struck her breasts and nipples, making Camille flinch within her chains. 
Then she stuck at Camille's flat belly, leaving a few red marks around her
belly button.  Then she laid a few between Camille's thighs, slapping the
crop from one side to another.

   Satisfied, and confident that the crop would not explode into flame
because a slave was handling it, Janet became more adventurous.  She walked
around, and proceeded to strike at Camille's behind.  She left many red
marks on the Maid's behind.

   Janet loved the feel and the smell of the leather that she was wearing.
It interacted with her own sweat, and Janet resolved that she would buy
clothing like this to wear at home.  She knew that she was excited by what
she was doing.  Janet knew that she was very wet with excitement.

   The day before, she had been tied onto the footstool getting cropped
with a dildo inside her sex.  Now she was the Dominant, and it felt very
different!

   "You may use what instruments you desire," said Stephanie.

   Janet walked over to an open cabinet.  Within, she saw a coiled whip,
clamps, a dildo, and many other things.  She grabbed a handful of clamps,
and went back to attend to Camille.

   Without saying a word, she placed on clamp on Camille's right nipple. 
She gradually tightened the device until it stayed of it's own accord. 
Then she applied another to the left nipple.  She then applied two more to
Camille's outer lips of her sex.

   "Mistress, please," plead Camille.

   "Do you want more?" asked Janet, suddenly.

   "No, Mistress," replied the chain girl.

   Janet pulled at the clamps that she had placed on Camille's flesh.  Each
time she did so, Camille flinched in her chains.  She pulled to get away,
but the chains were implacable.  What could a naked girl do against steel
and leather?

   When she went to remove the coiled whip from the cabinet, Stephanie told
her that since she was not trained in it's use, she should remove the
clamps first.  Doing as she was ordered to, Janet then tested the whip by
striking out into empty air.

   "Ready for the whip?" asked Janet.

   "Yes, Mistress," Camille answered.

   Janet began again by striking slowly and softly.  She didn't want to
hurt Camille, not really, but she did want to show Stephanie that she was
serious about the whip.  With each stroke, the whip curled itself around
Camille's naked form.

   Janet saw the marks that she was leaving, and knew just how long before
they would heal.  Since Camille had been a slave for a long time, they were
just one of many that were already there.

   She struck silently, circling and never striking the same place twice.
Her aim was inexperienced, so her strokes often landed where she did not
expect them too.  Still, Camille's sex and breasts often received a stroke,
making her squeal and moan.

   Janet continued carefully, aware that every move she was making was
under the observation of both Stephanie and Blanca.  She did not use the
full force of her arm with each stroke, since that would wound Camille. 
Instead, she cracked the whip with just enough force to leave a red mark.

   After what seemed like an eternity, she inspected her efforts.  Tears
ran down Camille's cheeks, and her makeup was streaked.  Her body was
covered in red marks from Janet's whip and crop.

   Janet then coiled the whip and presented the handle to Camille.

   "Kiss it," ordered Janet, "or else they'll be a few more."

   "Yes, Mistress," said Camille as she kissed the whip handle.

   Janet then inserted her fingers again into Camille's sex, and found that
she was even more wet than before.  Finally, she pinched Camille's nipples
again before she decided that she was finished.

   "I'm done, slave," Janet said.

   Janet walked back over to Stephanie and handed her the whip, handle
first.

   "Thank you, Mistress," said Janet.

   "Very good, Janet.  You show promise, no matter what side of the whip
you're on," said Stephanie.

   Janet felt deep inside her that something had changed.  Still, that
night she spent the evening alone chained in a bedroom.  Her hands had been
linked to her collar so that she couldn't touch herself.  Janet ground her
thighs together, wanting release from her frustration.  But that had been
denied to her by Stephanie.
   The End of Chapter Four Part Four 

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