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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 "Role Reversal" CH06 PT3

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   Janet CH06 PT3 Continued:



   Part Three: Training's End



   "Do you know what today is?" Erica demanded.

   Janet sat in the library chair directly in front of Mistress Erica,
frightened by the tone of Erica's voice, which had taken on a harsh
character.  She had been looking forward all week to seeing her Mistress
again, and now she was scared by Erica's voice.

   "No, Mistress," Janet answered.

   "It is a year since you first came into my service, Janet.  Surely a
girl like you would have realized that?" questioned Erica.

   "I'm sorry, Mistress," Janet answered.

   "Do you remember what I once said to you, a year ago?"

   "No, Mistress," Janet answered.

   "That at the conclusion of your training, I would use you harshly.  Do
you remember?"

   "No, Mistress," Janet replied, shaken.

   "This weekend will be your final test.  You can back out now, if you
wish.  Do you understand that you are now truly my slave?"

   "Yes, Mistress," Janet answered.

   Suddenly, Janet realized, that no matter how harshly Erica said that she
would use her, Janet didn't care.  In the year since she had began to serve
Erica, her sexual perceptions had changed.  She longed to wear a collar,
and be striped.  To feel her sex used with a dildo, and clamps on her
nipples.  Janet's sex grew wet just thinking about it, and at work she
dreamed of seeing her female co-workers, naked and under the lash.  Erica
was right, Janet had been transformed into being a slave.

   "Will you make your final submission to me?" asked Erica.

   "Yes, Mistress," Janet assented, "I'll do whatever you ask."

   "Andrea!" Erica called.

   "Yes, Mistress," answered Andrea when she opened the library doors.

   "Get Janet prepared," ordered Erica, "in the cell, special
preparations."

   "Yes, Mistress," replied Andrea, "come with me, Janet."

   When they were outside the library, Janet turned to Andrea.

   "Aren't you going to take me to the bedroom first?" asked Janet.

   "No," said Andrea, "and there will be a special punishment for your
asking."

   Janet was led downstairs to the Dungeon by Andrea, following behind by
two steps.  On the cell bed, neatly laid out, were the things that would
again place her into slavery.

   "Strip," ordered Andrea, "quickly."

   Janet divested herself of her blouse, skirt, heels, and underwear, and
soon stood naked in front of Andrea.  She shivered, even though the Dungeon
was quite warm.  Andrea quickly took a collar, and locked it around Janet's
neck.  After that, her wrists and ankles soon were braceleted to match. 
Then Andrea took a wide belt, and locked that around Janet's waist.  She
then locked another belt to the first, upon which Janet could see a butt
plug and dildo.  Both of her holes would be filled!

   Andrea got a jar of lubricant, opened it, and spread Janet's ass cheeks
apart and pushed some of the stuff inside her.  She coated the butt plug as
well, then drew the belt upwards between Janet's legs.  Andrea then pulled
Janet's ass cheeks open, and gradually worked the butt plug inside her
behind.  Finally, after much effort, the wide portion passed inside her
anal sphincter, and her muscles closed over the narrower tapered section.
The dildo entered her already wet sex much easier, and Andrea then locked
the second belt firmly to the front of the first.

   Janet had stood in silence, her hands free as her orifices were violated
by the rubber invaders.  She swallowed, wondering what would happen next.

   "Hands behind your back," ordered Andrea.

   Janet did as she was told, and she heard a tiny lock click shut at her
back.  Both of her wrists were now locked to the belt.  The slightest
motion that she made pulled at the dildo and butt plug.

   "Stand still."

   A rubber phallus gag, with a breathing hole, was inserted into Janet's
mouth and buckled shut.  Finally, a leather blindfold completed Janet's
helplessness.  Then Janet felt her already erect nipples being teased even
further, and clamps linked by a thin chain were finally attached.

   "Mmmmmph!" cried Janet.

   For her muffled protest, Janet was rewarded with several harsh strokes
with a riding crop across her exposed thighs.  The crop stung, it's effect
multiplied by Janet's helpless bound state.  Andrea then pulled her over to
the wall, every step one of erotic agony with the things inside her, and
lock her collar to something.  Janet made a step, and found that she was
locked by a chain to the wall.

   She then heard the cell door close shut with a bang.  She was alone!

   In all of the times that she had been bound before, it had been
impressed upon her that either Erica or Andrea would be close at hand,
should anything happen.  But here she was, totally bound, and alone!  Janet
shivered.

   It didn't take long before the first orgasm hit, shaking her, reducing
her to nothing as wave after wave of sexual climaxes coursed through her.
Janet could not count the passage of time, and did not know how many
minutes or hours elapsed as she remained bound by Andrea.  Her lips and
teeth surrounded the phallus gag, and it pushed against the roof of her
mouth.  She breathed carefully through the gag, making each breath count.
Strangely enough, Andrea had not bound her feet into the usual high heels.
Janet's feet were bare on the stone floor, nor was she hobbled.

   Janet wondered what Erica's intentions were in having her bound this
way. If it was meant to embarrass her, Janet felt no shame.  Finally, after
a year, all of the sexual conflicts within her had ceased.  Nor was her
change gradual or slow.  Rather, Janet had instead looked forward to seeing
Erica every weekend.  Being naked and bound, feeling Erica's lash on her
body.  Merely the thought got Janet excited and aroused, making her desire
her Mistress.

   The door opened and Janet heard footsteps enter the cell.  Janet moaned
when she felt a hand cup one of her breasts and pull at the thin chain
attached to the nipple clamps.

   "Mmmmph," Janet moaned.

   Her answer was another series of strokes, administered even more firmly
than the first few, on the outside of her thighs.  The thin riding crop
left a vicious stripe, and Janet knew that it had been done hard enough to
mark her.

   "Silence," ordered Erica.

   Janet stood in silence, and was surprised when Erica removed her leather
blindfold, followed by the phallus gag.  When it left her mouth, Janet took
several deep breaths, her chest heaving.

   "Thank you, Mistress Erica," gasped Janet.

   "You're welcome, Janet."

   Next to be removed were the clamps on her nipples, which burned when
they were set free.  Erica toyed with Janet's right nipple, and her slave
stayed silent.  Then Erica released the belt holding the dildo and butt
plug inside Janet.  The dildo slid out easily, coated with Janet's juices,
which made the thing glisten in the light.  Janet opened her legs, and
Erica had to gradually pull out the butt plug in stages so as not to injure
Janet's behind.  Finally, it was totally removed, and Erica unlocked one
belt from another.

   Erica then removed the dildo from the belt, and displayed it for Janet.

   "Taste yourself," ordered Erica.

   Janet replied to Erica's offer by opening her mouth, and Erica held the
dildo as Janet tongue and lips began to work on the phallus.  Janet tasted
her own secretions, just as she had of other's and her own since she had
entered Erica's service.

   "Thank you, Mistress," said Janet when the dildo had been removed.

   "You're welcome, Janet.  I'm going to release you now, so that you can
use the bathroom to clean yourself up.  Then I'm going to use you, harshly.
Do you understand?" asked Erica.

   "Yes, Mistress."

   In the Dungeon there was a small bathroom, composed of a mirror,sink,
toilet, medicine cabinet, and towel rack.  Janet cleaned out her behind
with toilet paper and petroleum jelly, then used a douche and scented
towelettes for her sex.  She washed her face, and stared at herself in the
mirror, naked, her wrists and neck in leather.  She replaced the towel on
the rack, then walked outside, to where Erica was waiting.

   Erica was wearing just a simple white linen blouse, leather skirt, and
modest heels.  But it had the same effect as if she was wearing a black
leather Catsuit, in full Domme regalia.

   "Are you ready?" asked Erica.

   "Yes, Mistress, I'll do whatever you ask," Janet answered.

   "The X-frame," ordered Erica.

   Erica soon secured Janet to the X-frame, her wrists and ankles bound to
the heavy wood with thick leather straps.  The belt around Janet's waist
was secured also with metal chains, making her immobile against the device.

   The instrument of choice was a riding crop, a thin one that Janet knew
would hurt her the most.  Erica bent it between her two hands to display
it's stiffness.

   "Are you ready?" demanded Erica.

   "Yes, Mistress."

   "Do I have your permission to use you in any way I choose?" Erica softly
asked.

   "Yes, Mistress."

   Erica began to use the crop slowly, almost gently.  Each stroke was
delivered carefully, never striking the same place twice.  But gradually,
Erica increased the severity of her strokes, marking Janet with each one.
Erica glanced at Janet after every series was completed, and saw tears form
at Janet's eyes.

   The Mistress continued with only brief pauses, without remorse, as she
used Janet.  Her slave's skin soon was colored a dun red from the abuse
that it took.  Erica then used the crop between Janet's thighs, making her
moan and pull at her bonds.

   "Had enough, Janet?" asked Erica.

   "No, Mistress," Janet tearfully answered.

   Janet had never been used either so harshly or so long before by Erica.
True to her word, her Mistress was now using her just like she said she
would.  Her skin and sex were on fire, and Erica continued to use her once
more!

   The word "Mercy" caught in Janet's throat.  It was now or never, Janet
realized.  Erica would continue to crop her until she passed out, or worse,
or use her in some other manner.  Her flesh could take no more.

   "Mistress," Janet cried, "mercy, please," as tears ran down her cheeks.

   Erica stopped as quickly as she had started.  She looked at her crying
slave, and beat the crop against her own thigh.

   "Very good, Janet, very good.  Andrea!" Erica called.

   Andrea must have been waiting outside, because she walked into the
Dungeon almost immediately after Erica's summoning her.

   "Release Janet, get her cleaned up and tend to her skin, then chain her
in my bedroom," ordered Erica, steel in her voice.

   "Yes, Mistress."

   Janet felt enormously relieved when she was let down, bathed (her skin
and hair was covered in sweat) and she was allowed to rest.  She didn't ask
Andrea anything, nor did Andrea offer her any comfort either.  All of Janet
exposed flesh had been cropped.  From her sensitive underarms to her
exposed sex, and the outside of her thighs and legs.  Finally, she was
chained at the foot of Erica's bed.

   Her skin, though heavily used, was not quite as damaged as Janet thought
it had been.  She hurt, but not as bad as some other times.  Why then, had
she called mercy?  What was different about tonight's use?  Was it the
fierce look in Erica's eyes, and the feeling that Erica would somehow not
stop?

   Erica entered her bedroom, wearing a short terry robe and slippers.  Her
long back hair was brushed back, and she had just bathed.  She walked over
to Janet.  who was kneeling on the floor, and unlocked her collar chair. 
Janet expected that she would be ordered between Erica's legs.

   Instead, her Mistress then selected a hairbrush and ordered Janet over
her knees.  Janet was then beaten casually on her behind with the brush
until her behind was bright red.

   "Now you're ready," said Erica.

   Erica removed her robe and slippers, and lay back, naked on the thin
summer quilt.  She was the most attractive and beautiful woman that Janet
had ever seen, and she longed with desire for her Mistress.

   "Satisfy me, Janet," ordered Erica as she opened her legs, "or else you
will be further used."

   Janet crawled on the bed, and got between Erica's legs.  Dutifully, she
proceeded to service Erica, giving her Mistress one orgasm after another.
On the night table was a riding crop and the hairbrush, but Erica found no
use for either.  Janet satisfied her Mistress until they both were
exhausted, and Janet was surprised that her collar wasn't chained to wall.

   "Do you love me?" asked Erica.

   "Yes, Mistress."

   "Good.  Go to sleep, Janet.  You have done well tonight, both in the
Dungeon and my bed."

   "Thank you, Mistress," answered Janet.

   They both soon fell asleep, and Janet noted the smile on Erica's lips.
During the night, Janet had awakened and looked at Erica again.  Erica's
face looked troubled, tormented in her sleep.  What, Janet wondered, was
bothering her Mistress so?

   * * * * *

   The next day, Janet was bathed, fed, and worked with Andrea, naked, just
as she had done on her first day with Erica, one year before.  Except that
she was alone in slavery, without her companion, Tiffany.

   Janet tried hard to make no mistakes, and even so, Andrea still found a
reason to take the crop and use her in the library.  After serving Erica
dinner, she ate in the kitchen alone, then was chained in the downstairs
bedroom to wait for events later that evening.

   Finally, Andrea took her without ceremony down to the Dungeon.  Her arms
were secured to a chain from the ceiling, and her legs were opened by a
spreader bar.  She was completely vulnerable to the whip.  She was then
raised so that her feet were just touching the floor.

   She wasn't gagged or blindfolded, just left to hang there, alone.  The
sound of the door slamming shut was like the crack of doom in the Dungeon.
Janet had never felt so alone, or so scared, in the time that she had been
serving Erica.

   After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened to admit both Erica
and Andrea.  Erica wore a black PVC bodysuit and boots with modest heels,
and Andrea was wearing a short leather dress.

   "Janet," began Erica as she stood in front of Janet, "do you accept
whatever discipline that I am about to administer?"

   "Yes, Mistress."

   "Even if I shall draw blood?"

   Janet looked at her beloved Mistress Erica, unable to believe what she
was now hearing from her.  All of her training, everything that she had
learned.  From being a slave to holding the whip herself, Janet had
acquired the knowledge of what a Domme's conduct should be.

   "No!" cried Janet summoning her courage, "no, Mistress!  You've never
treated me, or any other slave this way before in my presence.  Even when I
was loaned to Mistress Stephanie she never treated me this way.  No!"

   Janet was not sure what would happen next.  Would Erica now beat her
without mercy?  There was dead silence in the Dungeon.

   "Andrea, release Janet and conduct her to the library in ten minutes.  I
shall see her there," ordered Erica.

   "Mistress?  Are you throwing me out?" begged Janet.

   "Ten minutes, Andrea.  And give her something to wear."

   "Yes, Mistress."

   Janet watched in silence as Erica departed the Dungeon.

   "Did I give the wrong answer?" Janet asked Andrea as she was being
released.

   "No, Janet.  You gave the right one," said Andrea.

   Janet was released, given a robe and a pair of slippers, and conducted
into the library.  Erica was seated behind the desk.

   "Come in Janet," welcomed Erica, "and close the door behind you."

   "Yes, Mistress," replied Janet as she did as Erica had ordered.

   "You've done very well, Janet.  You went to the brink, and then you
refused me."

   "Mistress?  I don't understand," said Janet, confused by what Erica had
said.

   "Janet, it's not my place as a Domme to beat you until you bleed, or
maim, or worse.  I had to see if you had understood all of your training,
if you would finally refuse me.  You did not fail, Janet.  You passed."

   Janet remained speechless, not knowing how to respond.

   "I didn't gag you, Janet.  Feel free to respond," said Erica, a smile on
her face.

   "I don't understand, Mistress Erica," repeated Janet.

   "As a Domme, I have great power.  But with that power comes great
responsibility also.  You have learned that being on both ends of the whip.
You must always remember that Janet, for that is what I have taught you."

   "Yes, Mistress," Janet answered

   * * * * *

   That night, Janet slept in a bedroom, alone.  Though she still wore her
collar and bracelets, she wasn't chained, leaving her free.  After tossing
and turning, she finally walked, naked to Erica's bedroom, and knocked on
the door.

   "Enter," said Erica within.

   Janet opened the door, and found Erica sitting up in bed, reading a
book.

   "Yes, Janet?"

   "Mistress, may I spend the night?" Janet asked.

   "Yes, Janet," said Erica, "but don't plan on getting any sleep."

   Janet jumped into bed, and soon was making love to her Mistress.  She
buried her face between Erica legs, and her tongue passed between Erica's
pussy lips.  Janet made certain to excite and pleasure her Mistress, her
attentions centering on Erica's clit.  She made sure to give her Mistress
one orgasm after another.  Erica moaned under Janet's attentions.  Unlike
the previous night, this was enjoyable and satisfying.  Erica seemed
changed, and happy.

   Then Erica ordered Janet onto her back, and unlike the previous night,
Janet received pleasure from her Mistress.  Janet loved how Erica sucked
and tongued her sex, driving her to one climax, then another.  But when
Erica finally attended to her love bud, Janet moaned and bucked in
response.

   "Thank you, Mistress," said Janet when they were both finally exhausted.

   "You're welcome, Janet."

   "I love you, Mistress Erica," said Janet.

   "Go to sleep, Janet," Erica ordered, "there will be many more times you
will serve me."

   Janet dropped off to an exhausted sleep.  During the night, she awoke.
Looking at her Mistress in the darkness, she saw that Erica was tossing and
turning.  Erica seemed to be deeply troubled in sleep, the names of Janet
and Tiffany escaping her lips.

   It wasn't until two nights later, when Janet was alone at home in her
bed that she had the sudden premonition that she would never see Mistress
Erica again, and she stared at the ceiling until far into the night.
   The End of Chapter Six Part Three 

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