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WARNING!  This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains
Strong Sexual Content.  It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS
only, and the author does not in any way condone similar behavior.  If you
are under the age or 18 or reside in a state, nation, or planet that
prohibits such behavior, stop reading immediately!!!

   Janet in Training CH05 PT2

   By mailto:sfmaster@att.net

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   Copyright (c) 1997 by mailto:sfmaster@att.net

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   Part Two: A Strange Warning

   "Wake up," said Andrea.

   Janet stirred uneasily in her bed on Saturday morning.  The sun's rays
had not yet reached her bed, and she preferred to stay in bed, dreaming. 
Andrea's soft voice brought her back to consciousness.

   "Where am I?" groggily asked Janet.

   "Chained in Mistress Erica's house, that's where.  Now get up, I have to
get you dressed."

   Janet sat up, and suddenly remembered the events of the previous night.
She rubbed the new welts on her body and pulled at the chain that locked
her to the wall.

   "That's better," said Andrea.

   Andrea had brought up a tray, on which was a cup of juice and coffee. 
Janet downed them eagerly, and her stomach growled for something else.

   "I'm hungry," said Janet.

   "You'll have to wait.  What a mess!"

   Janet got up from the bed, and realized what a mess she had been
sleeping in.  The sweaty sheets were a disheveled jumble, and stained with
her juices and Tiffany's.  Her own body felt like it had been ripped apart,
and she looked at herself in the bedroom mirror.  At least she had not been
confined in a cell all night, but had instead enjoyed sleeping in a bed.

   "C'mon now.  I've already drawn a bath," said Andrea.

   Janet was unlocked, and led to the steamy bathroom.  Her collar and
bracelets were removed, giving her a brief feeling that she was somehow no
longer the property of Mistress Erica.

   Until the steamy hot water of the tub hit her fresh welts, making her
squeal in pain.  She remembered how both Erica and Tiffany had imposed
their will on her.

   "Ouch!" said Janet.

   "You'll feel a lot better after a soak," said Andrea, "But we can't take
too much time."

   "Thanks."

   "Don't mention it.  Someday, you may be returning the favor," Andrea
answered.

   Janet luxuriated in the tub, letting the hot water unknot her muscles
and dissolve the dried sweat and secretions away.  She further enjoyed it
when Andrea washed her hair, and helped dry her off.

   After what seemed like a forbidden period of pampering, she was finally
clean and dry.  Her hair had been dried, combed, and set.  Looking at
herself in the mirror, Janet realized that she usually paid someone to make
her hair look this good.  Except that she had paid dearly for this, with
the stripes on her body.

   Then she locked the familiar heels on her feet, with Andrea looking on.
Next came her bracelets, and finally the collar.  She was Erica's slave
again!

   "Not ready just yet," said Andrea, "Erica has said that a little more
preparation is in order."

   Janet stood still as rouge was applied to her breasts, making them look
darker than before.  Then she had to open her thighs slightly as Andrea
took an atomizer and sprayed a scent that stung as it dried on her skin.

   "Ouch!" cried Janet.

   "You would feel that a lot more if your pussy was shaved," said Andrea.

   Janet stood impassively as her wrists were locked behind her once again,
and a leash was attached to her collar.

   "Where's Tiffany?" asked Janet.

   "I'll tell Mistress Erica that you asked about her.  That's none of your
concern right now.  Let's just saw that she's rather occupied right now,"
said Andrea.

   "With Mistress Erica?" Janet asked.

   "No, and I shouldn't be telling you this, but Erica had her taken to
Stephanie's this morning.  Seems she needs a little extra discipline, and
Erica would much rather play with you," said Andrea, "And if you breath a
word I told you, I'll tan your hide at the first chance.  After mine gets
whipped by Erica, that is."

   Janet was disappointed to hear that she would be alone.  Ever since she
had belonged to Erica, Tiffany had always been there to share her pain. 
Even had been her bed partner.  But now her companion in chains had been
shipped off to Mistress Stephanie, and she would be alone with Mistress
Stephanie and Andrea.

   "Time to go," said Andrea.

   Janet had been left downstairs chained in the kitchen while Andrea had
bathed and dressed Erica.  When she returned, she noticed that Andrea was
wearing a new Maid's uniform.

   Then the two of them served Erica breakfast, with Andrea in her latex
uniform and Janet naked.  During the meal, Erica would sometimes reach out
and fondle Janet's sex, making her shiver with excitement.

   Janet was not distracted by this, and managed to maintain her composure.
She did not drop or spill anything, and Erica soon took a cup of black
coffee to the library.

   The two girls quickly cleared the day room, and once inside the kitchen
they had a quick meal themselves.  Janet looked enviously at Andrea's latex
outfit.

   "What are you looking at?" asked Andrea.

   "When I was at Stephanie's, I was allowed to do the housework in your
uniform," Janet answered.

   "Until Erica say's you're allowed to, you'll do the housework naked,"
said Andrea.

   Once the kitchen was cleaned, both reported to Erica.  The Mistress had
prepared a list of chores to do, that both attended to quickly.

   Janet did not want to risk a punishment by slacking off on the
housecleaning.  That would be one way that she showed her devotion to her
Mistress and owner.

   At one point, she was on her knees, bent over while trying to clean
something that was difficult to reach.  She was totally immersed in what
she was doing, and didn't realize that Erica had joined her until she felt
her sex fondled.

   Without stopping, and taking no notice of Erica, she continued to do her
work.  Erica's fingers were probing and massaging her sex, bringing her
almost to orgasm.  It took all of her discipline not to finally reach down
herself and bring herself to climax.  Had she relieved herself that way,
she was sure that she would have been in trouble.

   "Thank you, Mistress," said Janet.

   "Continue your work," ordered Erica as she left Janet alone.

   Janet did the laundry with Andrea, and thought just how strange it was
to be washing clothes while she was naked.  She looked around the laundry
room, and saw that Andrea was drying several items of latex clothing there.
Having worn rubber before, she guessed that it was a constant battle to
keep it clean!

   Both girls served Erica lunch and dinner, with Andrea garbed in rubber
and Janet naked.  With the sun streaming through the dining room windows,
it seemed quite a surrealistic sight with only Erica wearing normal
clothes.

   The two finished their respective chores, and Janet was glad that Erica
did not choose to have her wear a dildo harness while she worked.  It was
erotic enough for her to work naked and in the high heels, without being
sexually stimulated with every movement of a phallus inside her.

   Finally, dinner was completed and the dishes washed and stored away. 
Janet knew that her time was coming again in the Dungeon, and she looked
forward with both anticipation and fear for what was coming next.

   After a bath and massage by Andrea, her wrists were locked behind her
back once more.  Instead of being led to the Dungeon, instead she was led
to the library!

   Erica sat behind her desk, dressed in some form of latex outfit.  The
tight black latex clung to her breasts, and she wore gloves that reached to
her shoulders.

   "Thank you, Andrea.  That will be all," said Erica.

   "Yes, Mistress," said Andrea as she left the library.

   In front of one of the chairs was a large paper wrapped object.  Janet
didn't know what was inside, but she guessed that whatever it was, it had
some meaning for her.

   "You've become quite a slave, Janet," observed Erica.

   "Thank you, Mistress," said Janet.

   "It isn't often that I take on a new girl, especially one that has had
no experience before.  But Sally and I have known one another for quite
some time, and I decided to accept her judgement.  You have turned out
rather nicely."

   "Thank you, Mistress."

   "Your capacity to accept some rather harsh discipline is extraordinary.
While I'm really not sure why you're such a good slave, I'm glad to see
that you accepted Stephanie's discipline as well.  Why are you such a good
girl, Janet?" questioned Erica.

   "I love you, Mistress," Janet answered.

   "Really.  Is it me you love, or just my whip?" demanded Erica.

   "Both, Mistress."

   "Good.  Then perhaps you shall have both tonight.  Of course that
depends on how you prove yourself to me.  Now then, shall we begin?"

   Erica pushed her chair back from the desk where she had been working on
some papers.  Upon rising, Janet discovered that she had been wearing a
black latex sleeveless Catsuit.  The latex clung to her every curve, and
shined in the bright lights of the library.  She was wearing a pair of high
heels similar to the ones that Janet had on, except that hers were held on
with straps.  Not the heavy straps and padlocks that Janet wore constantly.

   Erica picked up some kind of large leather object that had been draped
over a chair.  She approached Janet, who stood perched on her high heels.

   "Ever see one of these?" asked Erica, "It's called an armbinder."

   "No, Mistress."

   "Then you should have done more looking around when you bought your home
bondage things.  They're in all the shops.  Have you rented any tapes?"

   "No, Mistress," Janet answered.

   "Too bad.  I'd have thought that you would have been jerking off to at
least one tape by now.  Still, I'll send you some.  Just to keep you busy
when you're not here."

   "Thank you, Mistress."

   Erica unlocked the straps and opened a zipper.  The thing opened along
its entire length, and Janet gasped when she figured out just how the
armbinder was supposed to be used!

   "Just stand still," directed Erica.

   Janet stood impassively as Erica made certain that her arms were palm to
palm.  She slipped the armbinder on, and after making sure that the thing
was straight, slowly began to zip it up.  Janet felt her arms being drawn
together as the leather closed.  When the zipper had gone all the way up,
Erica then closed a strap with a roller buckle above her elbows.  Janet
knew that there was no way that a girl could ever escape the grip of the
armbinder!

   Next, straps that had been unused were drawn on both sides of her neck
over her shoulders.  Roller buckles on the binder secured them also.  The
total effect was to pull her arms together, pitch Janet slightly forward,
and make her chest stick out shamefully.

   "Would you like to see yourself in the mirror?" asked Erica.

   "Yes, Mistress," choked Janet.

   Erica led her charge over to a full-length mirror.  Janet looked at
herself, and saw how the armbinder was constructed.  The thing covered her
from elbows to hands, and the straps crisscrossed over her shoulders.  It
was quite attractive, even sexy.  But any girl confined in such a thing was
totally helpless and vulnerable!

   Erica then began to pinch and play with Janet's erect nipples.  Janet
loved the feel of latex as Erica first pinched, and then pulled at her
nipples.  Her breath grew short and she knew that she was being quickly
aroused and excited!

   "Don't you dare cum before I say so," said Erica.

   "Yes, Mistress," Janet answered.

   Even though she agreed to Erica's demand, Janet knew that she was
already wet with excitement.  She loved the touch of Erica, even though the
leather prison pained her arms!

   When Erica had satisfied herself that Janet was ready, she pulled her
slave girl over to the desk.  There she produced a box, from which she
removed two metal clips.  These were soon fastened on Janet's nipples!

   But Erica didn't stop there!  She roughly fondled Janet's sex, and found
that she was indeed wet.  She then produced two more clips that were
attached to Janet's outer lips.

   Janet moaned as she felt the clips applied, and knew that Stephanie must
have told Erica just how she had reacted when they had been used on her
before!

   "Enjoying yourself, Janet?" asked Erica.

   "Yes, Mistress."

   "Good.  I thought that I should use the library instead of the Dungeon
tonight.  I think that a little change of scene is called for," said Erica.

   "Yes, Mistress."

   Erica then inserted a rubber-covered finger into Janet's ripe sex. 
Janet immediately moaned with pleasure, then nearly lost her balance as
Erica proceeded to thrust her finger in and out of her sex.

   "My, we are horny tonight," said Erica, "I guess that Sally unleashed a
real minx when she suggested that you try a Mistress."

   Janet opened her legs wider to accommodate Erica's probing fingers. 
Standing helpless with her arms imprisoned by leather and having her
Mistress stimulate her was incredible!

   Just when it seemed that her breaths were short and she was on the verge
of an incredible climax, Erica suddenly withdrew and left Janet panting
with frustration and desire.

   "Mistress?" cried Janet.

   "I told you that you weren't allowed to cum yet," said Erica, "First I
have to redden your behind first."

   Erica then produced a leather paddle that looked dark and menacing.  The
thick leather was black, and shined in the light.  Erica offered the handle
to Janet, who kissed it as she had the riding crop last night.

   With one hand, Erica steadied Janet by holding onto the armbinder. 
Janet did not need any encouragement to lean forward and pitch her behind
up into the air as far as she was able.  She knew that her posture was just
perfect for the paddle's use on her behind!

   Thwack!  The hard paddle impacted on Janet's behind, and for a moment
Janet had to struggle to keep her balance.  With Erica's iron grip on her
armbinder, Janet remained steady.

   "Thank you, Mistress," said Janet.

   The paddle struck again and again, each time impacting upon a different
part of her behind.  After a few strokes, Janet began to feel the cheeks of
her ass begin to heat up.  Once Erica knew that the paddle was having the
desired effect, she stopped to massage to hurt areas of Janet's behind.

   Having the cool rubber clad fingers of the Mistress only made Janet that
much more hotter and excited that she had been before.  Her heart thundered
in her chest, and she felt as if she would soon pass out!

   Soon, Erica resumed her discipline, with the only sounds in the library
being the thwack of the paddle and Janet's soft moans and breaths.

   "You're quite good," said Erica as she landed a vicious blow on Janet's
behind.

   "Thank you, Mistress," cried Janet.

   The number of blows was without count, and Janet was sure that her
behind was the color of bright red when Erica suddenly stopped.  She
offered the handle to Janet, who kissed the woven leather.

   "Thank you, Mistress," gasped Janet.

   "Couldn't have you cum just yet, Janet," said Erica, "Besides I'm sure
that you'll be thinking of me every time that you sit down for the next
week."

   "Yes, Mistress."

   Erica had made it quite clear to Janet that whatever she did, she would
not hurt Janet enough that she would have to miss work.  In addition, she
had provided her with the name of nearby doctor that she could use for free
and no questions asked.  It would have been quite difficult to explain why
she was covered in red welts and her ass red to a doctor at an HMO!

   In spite of all that she had undergone so far, Erica had not yet let
Janet climax.  No matter how close she had come to orgasm, the Mistress
knew at the exact point of when to stop before Janet would climax with
pleasure.

   "Would you like to see your behind in the mirror?" asked Erica.

   "Yes, Mistress."

   Janet was led over again, and held sideways to the mirror.  Her body was
covered in sweat from the discipline, and she was already getting used to
the binder.  However, she knew that her arms would hurt terribly when they
were released!

   But it was her behind that was hurting her now!  The paddle had done
it's work well, leaving her buttocks a bright shade of red!  Janet knew
that she was going to have a hard time next week doing even the simplest
things, and did not relish the thought of sitting down at her desk.

   "Thank you, Mistress," said Janet.

   Janet saw the bright clamp attached to her nipple, and Erica turned her
forward so that she could see all the others.  This jewelry, Janet thought,
was definitely not for sale in the department stores!

   "Time to unwrap your present," said Erica.

   Erica then removed her armbinder.  First came the shoulder straps, and
next the strap above her elbows was loosened.  When the leather was
unzipped, Janet moaned as her arms were slowly freed of their leather
prison.  Erica then unlocked her wrists, and Janet could rub her arms to
restore feeling.

   "Take some time to recover," said Erica, "You have to get used to the
armbinder before you can wear it for some time."

   "Thank you, Mistress," said Janet, thankful for the respite that she was
enjoying.

   Erica did not make any moves to remove her clips, and Janet did not dare
make any move to either.  They stayed, painfully grasping her flesh on the
most private parts of a girl!

   "Would you like a glass of water?" asked Erica.

   "Yes, Mistress.  Thank you."

   Erica indicated a pitcher and glasses on the desk.  Unsteadily, Janet
walked over to the desk, and licked her lips over taking a drink.

   "Would you like one also, Mistress?" asked Janet.

   "Yes, slave," answered Erica.

   Janet felt happy that she had passed a test.  Had she poured herself a
drink without asking Erica first, she would have been liable for a
punishment.  By asking Erica if she wanted one also, she had placed her
Mistress's wants above her own, showing her true place as her slave girl.

   Janet poured one glass, then walked over to Erica.  She placed it on a
nearby table and bowed.  She watched as Erica drank her glass and rubbed
her lips with her rubber gloves.

   "Thank you, Janet."

   Once Janet had returned the glass to the desk was she able to pour a
glass for herself.  She drank it slowly, taking small sips.  She did not
want to down it all at once, or drink too slowly.  When she finished, she
replaced it on the tray.

   "Thank you, Mistress," said Janet.

   Erica walked over to the chair by her computer.  She sat down, and
crossed her magnificent latex clad legs.  She looked truly stunning in the
Catsuit, and Janet could not help but be attracted to her.

   "Janet, stand in front of me," ordered Erica.

   Janet did as she was told, quickly.  She stood in silence.

   "Kneel, and lick my shoes," ordered Erica.

   Someday, Janet knew that this command would come.  She knelt before
Erica, and proceeded to bend down to the floor.  With her hands and knees
supporting her, Janet then proceeded to start to lick at Erica's shoes. 
Much to her surprise, she found that the surface was coated in matching
latex.  She licked at the rubber, becoming gradually accustomed to her
task. Within a few moments, she was running her tongue over the rubber as
if she had been doing this all along.

   First Erica let Janet do her right shoe, then her left.  She sat back
and let Janet service her shoes, knowing that this action further increased
Janet's desire for her.

   "Janet," said Erica softly, "Look at me."

   "Yes, Mistress."

   Stopping what she was doing, Janet looked up from her task.  She saw her
Mistress, clad in black shiny latex.  The Catsuit displayed every part of
her figure, and clung to her like a second skin.  Which indeed it was.

   "What do you see, Janet?" asked Erica.

   "My Mistress Erica," Janet answered.

   "Thank you.  I just want to take this chance to tell you something
important.  One day, you and Tiffany shall both be tested."

   "I don't understand Mistress," said Janet.

   "Do not discuss this with Tiffany, or anyone else.  That is all I shall
say in this matter."

   "Yes, Mistress."

   "Good.  Then I want you to stand up, and open the package.  It's a gift
to me," said Erica.

   Doing as she was told, Janet rose and bowed to Erica.

   "Thank you for letting me clean your shoes," said Janet.

   "You're welcome Janet.  Now do as I told you."

   "Yes, Mistress."

   Janet clicked her heels as she walked over to the package, which had red
ribbon and a red bow on top.  She undid the ribbon, and tore away at the
fancy paper.  She gasped at what was inside!

   Wrapped carefully was an exact duplicate of the large black leather
footstool that she had seen both Camille and herself punished on!

   "It's a gift from Stephanie.  She told me how much you like the
footstool, she made one a gift to me," said Erica.

   Janet was folding the wrapping paper and ribbon.  Erica indicated a
wastebasket into which Janet should throw the wrappings.

   "Thank you, Mistress," said Janet.

   Erica then reached into her desk, and produced four coils of rope, plus
a ballgag.  Janet stood still, awaiting Erica's next command.

   "Janet, come here," directed Erica.

   Janet walked over to the desk, and stood silently in front of her
Mistress.

   "I think that you've worn those clips long enough," said Erica.

   "Yes, Mistress," said Janet.

   When they were removed one by one, Janet moaned in pain.  While they had
produced a constant distress all the time that she had worn them, when they
were finally removed it hurt even more!

   "Ooooh" cried Janet.

   "It's all right, Janet," said Erica, "Take a little time to relax."

   "May I touch myself, Mistress?" asked Janet.

   "Yes, but just a little to sooth yourself.  If you climax yourself
before I'm ready they'll be something coming that you'll regret."

   "Yes, Mistress."

   Janet massaged her hurt sore nipples, which throbbed from the lengthy
time that she had worn the clips.  But it was her sex that she had to be
most careful of.  Wearing the armbinder and having her behind paddled still
tremendously excited her.  Now she felt like she was full of erotic energy,
and waiting for some kind of release!

   "That's enough," commanded Erica.

   "Thank you, Mistress."

   Erica indicated the footstool, and Janet promptly lay down on the soft
black leather.  The stool was padded quite well, and she did not sink into
something soft.  Instead it was firmly padded, and took her weight quite
well.  She waited patiently as Erica soon secured her elbows and knees to
the footstool's legs, making her prisoner once more.

   Then the ballgag was placed at Janet's mouth, and she opened it
obediently with having to be directed by Erica.  The rubber ball went in,
and Janet's teeth grasped onto the round object.  She then felt the roller
buckle close at the back of her neck.

   Erica then stood back and admired her handiwork.  Janet proceeded to rub
her naked skin against the sensual feel of the leather.  She was also
aroused by the scent of the new leather, and ground her sex against the
sensual surface.

   "Stop that," ordered Erica, "I don't want you satisfying yourself yet."

   Janet stopped immediately, but could not reply with the gag in her
mouth.

   Erica began to caress Janet's shoulders, and her back.  Her fingers
danced on Janet's back, imparting erotic electricity that Janet had been
wishing for all night.  Reaching underneath her, Erica then began to pinch
her nipples, which had become erect and hard again.

   "I see that you're quite ready," said Erica.

   Without even checking if Janet was wet, Erica then produced a dildo,
which she showed to her captive.  Then she walked to Janet's rear, and
Janet obliged her Mistress by raising her behind.  This made her sex easier
to access for the phallus.

   Janet moaned with pleasure when she felt the dildo enter her sex.  It
was finally a relief to have the thing penetrate and enter her.  Erica
pushed the thing in gently at first, gradually thrusting it in and out. 
With each thrust and withdrawal, it seemed like waves and waves of energy
were released in Janet's sex.

   "Stephanie was right," said Erica, "You do enjoy the footstool.  I guess
that I'll have to try it on Andrea this week."

   "Mmmmmph," said Janet.

   When the dildo was finally pushed inside her, Janet knew that her real
test was just beginning.  Just as Stephanie had before, this was going to
be a test to see just how long Janet could keep the phallus in her sex.

   "There now, why don't I just leave you like that for a minute?" said
Erica.

   Janet placed her entire concentration between her legs.  While her
muscles were firmly clamped on the dildo now, she feared that if she
suddenly lost concentration it would slip out.  She guessed that she was
very wet, and excited by everything that Erica had done to her tonight.

   Erica then produced a riding crop, this time with a broad leather tip.
Janet knew the effect that this would have on her.

   "Since I've punished your behind quite enough all ready, I'll have to do
something else to finish the evening," said Erica.

   Janet looked with fear at the crop.  Still, it was when Erica began to
fondle her behind did Janet really fear that she would lose the phallus.

   "Should you lose the dildo, your punishment will be rather severe," said
Erica.

   Erica then began to gently slap her with the crop.  With it's broad tip,
the force of the blow was well divided.  Still, it stung each time it
landed.  Erica avoided striking her behind, not to inflict any further
damages.  Still, the crop landed on her back, shoulders and on the inside
of her thighs.  Janet squirmed in an attempt to get away from the impacts
of the leather.

   "Mmmmmph!" cried Janet.

   After her severe punishment earlier, this was much milder.  But having
been deeply aroused by her prior discipline, it was hard to keep the
concentration on her sex.

   Suddenly, Janet came again and again.  She couldn't control her cunt
muscles, which climaxed by themselves.  The sexual tension that had been
building all night had released itself in an explosive orgasm.  Finally,
she felt the dildo slip slowly out of her sex, and she heard it bounce to
the ground!

   Janet felt like crying out loud: No!  She had wanted to impress her
Mistress with a demonstration of her control.  Janet had managed to control
herself with Stephanie, and she knew that Stephanie had described her
performance to Erica.

   In spite of the punishment that her behind had already endured, when the
dildo slipped out, Erica began to slash at her bottom.  Janet squealed in
pain as the crop struck at her behind again and again.

   "Bad slave!" cried Erica, "You could control yourself with Stephanie,
you little slut, but not with me.  Just for that, you're going to be well
used tonight!"

   Erica retrieved the dildo from the floor and placed it on her desk.  She
pushed a button on a control panel, and sat down in her chair.  Janet did
not know what would happen next, and feared for the rest of the evening.

   "Come in," said Erica when there was a knock at the door.

   "Yes, Mistress," said Andrea.

   "I want you to take this worthless slave and chain her at the foot of my
bed.  I'll be along later," Erica ordered.

   "Yes, Mistress," Andrea replied.

   Erica then quickly rose from her seat, and strode forcefully out of the
library.  Janet watched her leave, with tears in her eyes.  For she had
disappointed Erica, who she had wanted to impress instead.

   Andrea wasted no time as she undid the coils of rope around her elbows
and knees.  Janet was then helped to her feet, and stood perched on the
high heels.  How she wished that she could rip the gag from her mouth and
apologize to Erica.  But that would only make it worse, as her body had
betrayed her.

   Janet stood impassively as her wrists were again locked behind her back.
Without even the blindfold or the leash, Andrea pushed her along to Erica's
bedroom.

   For a woman of such wealth and power, Erica's bedroom was simple and
plain.  There was a four poster bed, bare floors, and some furniture. 
Janet was pushed down onto the floor and her collar was locked to a
ringbolt set in the wall.  Andrea then closed the door swiftly behind her.

   Janet started to cry.  She had wanted everything to go perfectly but
instead it had all gone so wrong!  At least Erica had not ordered her into
a cell for the evening or solitary again.  Still, spending the night bound
and gagged at the foot of Erica's bed was going to an exercise in
frustration.  So close, and so far!

   After what seemed an eternity, the bathroom door opened.  Erica emerged,
wearing a terry bathrobe and slippers.

   "Well now, I see that at least one of my girls can obey instructions,"
said Erica.

   Erica then proceeded to comb and dry her hair.  Janet would have
expected Andrea to come and help her, but instead they were alone.  Janet
watched as Erica brushed her long black hair, and used a hair dryer.  It
all seemed so ordinary, except that Janet was bound on the floor.

   "After wearing rubber, all I can look forward to is having a hot bath.
Perhaps I should lock you in a rubber suit all day, chained, just to make
you feel uncomfortable," said Erica.

   "Mmmmmph," replied Janet.

   "But that's for the future.  For now, I've got something else in mind."

   Erica then unlocked Janet's collar from the ringbolt and pulled her on
top of the bed.  Still gagged, Janet grunted as she was laid face down on
the bed.  Then her wrists were unlocked briefly, before Erica locked them
to chains from the bedposts.  Next her legs were opened when her ankles
were locked to chains from the foot posts.  Janet was naked, gagged, and
spread-eagled on her Mistress's bed!

   "There now, that's better," said Erica.

   Erica then stood up and removed her terry robe.  For the first time,
Janet saw that her Mistress was a beautiful woman.  She had fully developed
breasts, a flat stomach, firm hips, and a lovely bush between her legs.

   Had Janet not been gagged, she would have pleaded forgiveness for her
earlier transgression.  Instead she just had to watch what was going to
happen next.

   Erica then went to her dresser, and removed a broad leather harness
similar to the dildo harness that Janet had worn before.  Her Mistress
wrapped a broad leather strap around her waist, cinching it tight.  Then
she drew a strap between her legs, which she buckled in front.  The harness
that Erica wore had one main difference from Janet's: a large dildo
projected outwards.

   "Now I'm ready," said Erica.

   Erica turned the lights down, but not out, before she joined Janet on
the bed.  Erica proceeded to begin to kiss Janet on her shoulders, then
start on her breasts and stomach.

   Janet longed to reach out and return Erica's affection.  Instead, her
chains and gag frustrated her!

   Finally, Erica buried her head between Janet's legs, and her tongue
reached between sex.  Janet experienced wave after wave of orgasm as Erica
released the sexual tension inside her.  She moaned and squealed on the
bed, bouncing on the bed against the bonds that held her.

   "Usually a slave is supposed to serve her Mistress first," said Erica,
"But I guess you'll have to serve me later."

   Erica then mounted Janet, thrusting the shaft that she wore between
Janet's legs.  Janet bucked and moaned as she felt the dildo impale her. 
She loved the clean scent of her Mistress as she ground her hips against
Janet's, each time pushing the shaft deeper inside her.

   Having the gag seemed to make her orgasms even more intense as she came
again and again.  She felt her sweat mingle with Erica's, as she was
pounded into the mattress.

   After what seemed forever, Erica stood up and removed her harness.  Then
she released Janet, only to chain her at the foot of her bed.  Finally, she
removed Janet's ballgag.

   "Thank you, Mistress," gasped Janet.

   "You're welcome, Janet."

   Erica turned the lights completely off, and got under the covers nude.
In time, Janet heard soft snores from the bed.  Soon she dropped off too,
while wondering just what her harsh punishment for losing the dildo was
going to be?

   Part Three: Sunday

   When Sunday began, Erica showered and dressed herself.  Janet expected
that Andrea would join them, but she was puzzled at her absence.  Once
Erica had dressed in a top, jeans, and shoes, she unlocked Janet.  She
pulled Janet to her feet, and marched her down the hall.

   "Now you get punished," said Erica.

   Andrea was waiting in another bathroom.  Janet was unlocked, and her
collar and bracelets were removed.  Then she was bathed, and her hair
dried. Finally, she was made to sit on the toilet with some kind of special
seat to elevate her slightly higher.

   Andrea then prepared a cup of shaving cream, and Janet guessed what was
going to happen next.  The cream was liberally applied to her pubic hair,
and Andrea then produced an old fashioned straight razor.

   "Don't move," said Andrea.

   With her legs open wide, Janet sat still while her sex was shaved. 
Andrea was quite skilled with the razor, and not once were the sensitive
tissues of Janet's sex nicked or cut.  Finally, when she was finished,
Andrea produced a powder puff to sooth the shaved skin.

   "I feel naked," said Janet.

   "That's the idea," answered Andrea, "Now I'm supposed to show you to
Erica before you get dressed.  Your car is coming soon, because Erica is
entertaining some people.  So you have to leave early.  Understand?"

   "Yes, Andrea," said Janet.

   Janet was then paraded before Erica, who fondled Janet's naked sex. 
After approving the job that Andrea had done, she was dressed just in time
for the car to arrive.

   Sitting in the back of the limo, she turned around to look at the
shrinking mansion in the rear window, tears in her eyes.

   "Why couldn't I be a better slave?" she asked herself, digging her nails
into her palms, tears running down her cheeks.
   The End of Chapter Five Part Two 

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