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"Janet in Training" Chapter Eleven PT1: Janet Ascending

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Chapter Eleven PT1: Janet Ascending

Part One

  Spring was giving way to summer, and the heat had begun to
increase as the days got longer.  Winter coats were shed for
lighter spring ones, then finally for jackets and even going
without.  The heavy clothing of winter was gradually being
replaced as the seasons changed, and Janet watched as the trendy
women of Greenwich wore the newest fashions that season.

  But not Janet, who would wear either a full blouse or dress, in
order to conceal the scars on her back.  Unlike the scarlet
letter of colonial times, Janet wore hers on her back, and it was
marked into her skin.  Janet could only wonder about the reaction
that she would cause if she were to wear a tank top or something
else that exposed her back into a public place.

  Going to the broker that day in Greenwich had been good.  The
market was up, and all of her new picks had increased in value. 
She looked over the latest copies of the printed report in his
office, and marked some for sale that weren't doing well, and new
ones to buy.  There was a calendar hung on his wall, from some
resort in the Caribbean.  Janet stared at the picture of a couple
in bathing suits on a sailboat.

  "Why don't you go on a trip there," suggested the broker, "you
look like you could use a vacation."

  "No thanks," Janet answered, "too busy."

  If the prospect of wearing a top that exposed her back in
Greenwich was an impossibility, she could only imagine what the
reaction might be if she wore a bikini to a beach.  Or a regular
suit.  Even though the marks on her thighs and bottom had faded,
Janet was clearly marked, both internally and externally.

  "All work and no play," said the broker, "makes one pretty
stale."

  "Have to work at this," confided Janet, "I have a reason."

  "Whatever it is, it must be important," he said as Janet passed
him her latest decisions.

  "You don't know how important," said Janet, "or the stakes
involved."

  "Well, good luck.  Whatever the hell you're involved in," he
said.

  "Thanks," said Janet as she rose from her chair, folded the
reports into her briefcase, and pulled on her jacket.

  "Why are you still wearing something so heavy?" he asked.

  "Thin blood," said Janet on the way out.

  It was a hot day, and Janet could feel that her blouse was
already plastered on her back by sweat.  How she longed to rid
herself of the jacket, and wear something light and sexy. 
Instead, she felt like a Victorian walking around, her body fully
clothed and invisible.

  After she had stowed away the reports in her safe deposit box,
Janet decided that it would be nice to walk around.  She looked
in the rich stores on the main street in Greenwich, and the
outside temperature increased as the day wore on.  It was going
to be a hot early summer, and the fashions this year were going
to show a lot of skin.

  "Janet?"

  Janet turned around when she heard the unfamiliar voice at her
back.  There was a girl standing there, a pretty brunette.  Janet
looked her over, and undressed her with her eyes, wondering if
she was someone's slave.

  "Do I know you?" asked Janet.

  "You took Lauren's continued punishment in my place in her
house months ago," she said softly so that nobody else could
hear, "my name is Myra."

  "Oh," answered Janet, recognition dawning in her mind.

  "I'm Rene's slave, but Lauren is free to use me whenever she
desires.  Which is quite often," stated Myra.

  "Let's walk," suggested Janet.

  "Okay," answered Myra.

  Janet continued her journey through Greenwich, with Myra at her
side, about half a pace behind her.

  "How are you doing?" asked Janet.

  "Rene and Lauren are harsh with their slaves.  You already know
that.  I get beaten horribly on a regular basis."

  "I'm sorry, but there's nothing that I can do," said Janet,
"I've already felt Lauren's whip."

  "I asked if I could be your slave.  Do you remember?" asked
Myra.

  "Yes.  I was lucky to make it home, and I was feverish and
delirious for days.  I nearly died," grimly stated Janet.

  "You infuriated Lauren by taking her punishment and surviving.
She hates you, and your former owner, Erica."

  "I know," answered Janet.

  "Please buy me and make me your slave, before she goes too far
with me also," plead Myra, tears in her eyes.

  Janet thought carefully before she answered.

  "I can't, not yet.  I'm sorry, Myra.  I'm involved in something
that Erica has devised.  Right now, I'm as much of a slave as you
are," said Janet.

  "Is that why Tiffany is always reading the financial papers,
calling a broker and buying stocks like mad?" asked Myra.

  "Yes," cautiously answered Janet.

  "She was boasting to Lauren yesterday that her total was over a
million.  Does that mean anything to you?" asked Myra.

  "Yes," answered Janet, "yes it does.  Thank you."

  "Mistress Janet, please!  Buy me," begged Myra.

  "It's not yet time, Myra.  Please!" responded Janet.

  "Yes, Mistress Janet.  Whatever happens, good luck," said Myra,
disappointment clearly evident in her voice.

  It took all of Janet's control to avoid breaking down as she
walked back to her car and away from Myra.  The slave had taken
an awful chance in talking to her, and if her information was
correct, then Janet was in real trouble.  They had both started
out with a million dollars in stock.  In the months since, with
the market up and down, Janet had finally reached back to her
starting figure.

  But if Tiffany were ahead, the tyranny of the calendar would be
ticking away the days until the end of her freedom.  Her threat
to place Janet in the Dungeon was not an idle one.

  Janet shed tears in her car, worrying about the future and what
it might bring.

  "Lunch, Mistress?" asked Tina when she returned home.

  "Something light, Tina.  I really don't feel like eating."

  "Yes, Mistress Janet."

  "Is Tiffany home, has she eaten?" asked Janet.

  "Yes, Mistress, to both questions," answered Tina.

  "Thank you, Tina."

  Tina set a tray before her containing a salad, a cold soda, and
a piece of cake.  Janet doubted that she could get any of it
down, but she resolved to try.  Janet had never suffered from any
of the problems of eating that beset other women, but her stomach
was now tied in knots at the information that she had obtained.

  Janet ate alone in the library, reading a book from the vast
collection that Erica had created.  How had her owner managed to
get such a library when she had been so busy in the Dungeon?

  "Hi there," said Tiffany, as she seated herself on the leather
couch.

  "Greetings," politely answered Janet.

  "I'm having a good day.  Want to go out?" offered Tiffany.

  "No thanks," refused Janet, "we've already done that."

  "Are you afraid that I'd take you to Lauren's again?" asked
Tiffany.

  "The thought had crossed my mind," politely answered Janet.

  "Just out for a drive, that's all," answered Tiffany.

  "I'd like to rest for a while.  My slave Jessica is coming over
tonight, so I'd like to use the Dungeon this evening.  Okay?"
asked Janet.

  "Sure, I'm going out tonight anyway, after I go shopping.  I'm
picking up a diamond necklace today in town, costing plenty,"
boasted Tiffany.

  "Really, how lucky of you," said Janet.

  "Let's just say that I made some money lately, and now I want
to spend it on myself.  Want to see a picture?" offered Tiffany.

  "Sure."

  Tiffany unfolded a picture that she had been carrying around in
her shirt pocket from the Times.  It was a diamond necklace, all
right, with a price in five figures.

  "Just make sure you keep it safe," said Janet, "you wouldn't
want someone to steal it from you."

  "Yeah," said Tiffany when she departed the library.

  Tiffany could not have hurt Janet more than if she had stabbed
Janet with a knife.  First, the news from Myra and now Tiffany
was spending a lot of money on a necklace.  What had seemed like
such a good day in the morning was becoming a disaster in the
afternoon.

  Leaving the tray in the library, she walked up to her bedroom,
shed her shoes, and looked forward to a few hours of blissful
sleep.  Before her session with Jessica, who was her devoted
slave and submissive.

  Janet lay down on the bed and loosened her blouse and skirt. At
least the bedroom was a pleasant temperature.  Not too hot or too
cold, she thought.

  When the alarm clock finally went off at 5 PM, it was a relief
to awaken.  Janet swung her legs off the bed, and realized that
she was covered in sweat.  Her clothes were soaked, as if she had
been outside on an August day.

  "Damn!" cried Janet, "shower time."

  Janet stripped off her clothes, after having told Tina to keep
her dinner waiting for a while.  She turned the shower up to hot,
and jumped under the steaming water, letting the stinging water
wash away her sweat and the sour odor of her perspiration. 
Soaping herself, she allowed herself the luxury of stimulating
herself orgasm in the shower.  Which was something that she had
ordered Jessica not to do.

  Her fingers massaged her sex, and her pussy hair, which had
regrown since Andrea was no longer shaving it.  Tiffany had
removed Erica's medallion, but not the labia ring that it had
been attached to.

  She considered if she should order that Jessica should be
shaved also as a measure of her submission to Janet.  When
suddenly something clicked, and Janet froze, dropping the soap
bar onto the bathtub's floor.

  "Idiot!" cried Janet, "Idiot!"

  Just because the rules said that they couldn't seek advice from
the brokers that they had to deal with, didn't mean that they
couldn't get it elsewhere.  Lauren was probably advising Tiffany,
since Myra had told her what she had seen in Lauren's house.

  Janet had been working by herself, alone and terrified while
investing in the market.  When someone else could have helped
her.  Like another broker, or Jessica.

  Jessica!  Here she had one of the wealthiest women in the
country as one of her slaves, and she hadn't made the proper use
of her.  Sure, Jessica had shown that she would lick her boots
and pussy, and perform housework and endure the whip.  But would
she serve as her advisor?

  Janet had learned at Erica's feet that the purpose of a slave
was to serve her Mistress, no matter what the demand or
circumstance.  Erica and later Stephanie had used her in many
ways, but never intellectually.  Perhaps it was time to start.

  Stephanie had once taken Janet to a party where the guests were
all Dominatrices and their slaves.  She had met a wealthy woman
who owned her own business, who had told her that her slave was
also her girl Friday.  Blanca may not have wanted to use a slave
in her law office, but that didn't mean others would have the
same prohibition.

  Quickly Janet got out of the shower, glad for the hot water
that had reinvigorated her.  She toweled herself off, her skin
still sweating from the sauna like conditions of the shower that
she had just taken.  After drying herself, Janet dressed in a
blouse, jeans, and a pair of high heels.

  'Not an elegant way to dress for dinner,' Janet thought, 'but
I'll dress in something more fitting before Jessica arrives.'

  While she had barely been able to choke down lunch, she
attacked the broiled scallops like she had not eaten for a week.
She drank sparingly of the white wine, since she had to keep a
clear head with Jessica.  Tiffany had consumed too much bourbon,
and had fallen asleep with Tina locked in the cell.  Janet would
do no such thing, and only drank the wine to enhance the meal,
not to get drunk.

  Tina watched her Mistress eat, and smiled when she saw how
Janet ate with pleasure.  Janet observed her, but kept silent
about her idea for using Jessica.

  Sitting at the table, Janet pondered what she was going to do
with Jessica.  In the several weeks that she had been training
her as a slave, Jessica had been steadily brought along one step
at a time.  She had been divested of her clothes, and forced to
work alongside a Maid.  She had been punished with ever
increasing severity with the whip and crop.  Jessica had also
been ordered to contain herself, only being allowed to release
herself upon Janet's orders.

  The result was that Jessica was slowly being turned into a
slave. With Janet holding her strings as her puppeteer.  Question
was, had she been brought far enough along to serve in this new
capacity?

  Janet would find out tonight and order Tina out of the Dungeon
at the crucial time.  She didn't want Tina to find out about
this, not yet.  Not even Stephanie should know.

  "Thank you, Tina, that was an excellent dinner," complimented
Janet.

  "Thank you, Mistress," Tina replied.

  "Is Tiffany gone?"

  "She left when you were in the shower, Mistress."

  "Excellent. Jessica will be here at 9 PM, so I'll dress myself
before then.  The usual setup," ordered Janet.

  "Yes, Mistress," answered Tina as she collected the dishes.

  Just like the first evening when Jessica had arrived for her
introduction to bondage, Janet was nervous as hell.  She had left
Tina alone to dress in her latex uniform, so that she could be
shown of to Jessica.  Meanwhile, Janet had to dress herself in
her leather outfit, and she was shaking like a leaf.

  "Goddamn, Janet," she said aloud in front of her mirror, "a
Mistress is supposed to be supremely confidant and a goddess. 
Instead, you're shaking like a leaf.  So calm down!"

  Janet had decided on something simple, given the sudden heat of
spring.  She wore a black leather bodysuit over a pair of
pantyhose, plus simple pair of knee high boots.  Admiring herself
in the mirror, she loved the way the bodysuit hugged all her
curves.

  She had tried wearing her leather catsuit around the house
recently, and discovered that it was already too warm to do so. 
When she finally took it off, it was time for it to be cleaned. 
Janet had not even bothered to wear her rubber catsuit,
remembering the wrestling suit she had inherited from her
brother.

  She would get by the summer by wearing things that would let
her skin breath, at least partially.  Janet heard a car crunch on
the gravel outside, and looked at the clock.  It was already 9
PM, and her charge was arriving now!

  Janet walked carefully from her bedroom and downstairs to the
library.  Janet passed Tina in the hall, as she was going outside
to collect Jessica from the limo.  It was a good thing that there
was no carpeting anywhere in the mansion.  Walking in stiletto
heels was dangerous enough already, and the sharp heels would
eventually destroy the carpet anyway.

  She took one last look at herself in the library mirror,
admiring her long legs. Then she seated herself in the large
leather chair and waited for the night's activities to begin.

  Tina brought in Jessica, and through the open window Janet
could hear the gravel crunch as the car pulled away.  Jessica was
wearing a simple white blouse, skirt, and heels as Janet had
ordered when she departed last Sunday.  If she had followed
Janet's orders to the letter, then she would be wearing nothing
underneath.

  "Remove her sunglasses, Tina," ordered Janet.

  "Yes, Mistress."

  When the glasses were removed, Jessica blinked her eyes in the
sudden light.  She remained silent until her Mistress deigned to
speak to her.

  "Good evening, Jessica.  I trust that you are eager to see your
Mistress this weekend," said Janet.

  "Yes, Mistress Janet," answered Jessica.

  "Then remove your clothes and let me see if you have obeyed
your instructions that I gave you on Sunday," ordered Janet.

  Jessica began by unbuttoning the sleeves on her blouse, then
unzipping her skirt.  Janet nodded in approval when she saw that
Jessica had indeed followed her orders, and wore no underwear. 
Instead, her female figure was well striped by the accumulation
of several weeks of Janet's discipline.

  "Very nice, Jessica.  In future, I may order you to wear
something of mine on yourself permanently.  To remind you that I
am your Mistress," described Janet.

  "May I ask Mistress a question?"

  "Go ahead," answered Janet.

  "What would you have me wear?" asked Jessica.

  "A locked chain around your waist, to start.  Something that
you couldn't remove yourself.  Then perhaps your labia might be
pierced to contain a medallion proving your slavery to me.  You
could even be tattooed or branded as a final mark of ownership. 
Would you like to do something like that?" asked Janet.

  "I don't know, Mistress.  I'm still pretty scared," truthfully
answered Jessica.

  "Thank you for your honest answer, Jessica.  Slaves aren't
allowed to lie to their Mistress.  Tina, outfit her in collar,
bracelets, blindfold, and ballgag," ordered Janet.

  Jessica stood silently as Tina placed the instruments of
bondage upon her, standing stiffly and offering her limbs as the
leather and steel enclosed them.  Janet watched quietly as her
Maid took control of the situation, expertly confining Jessica
into slavery.  Janet decided that next week Jessica would not
even see her Mistress upon entering the house.  Much as Erica had
done with Janet by handing her over to Andrea upon entering her
house.

  When Tina was done, she locked Jessica's wrists behind her
back.  Then she made her kneel onto the small carpet, and a leash
was attached to her collar.  Tina then got a blindfold and
ballgag from the desk, and in a few seconds Jessica was rendered
without sight or speech.

  Janet noted that Jessica had eagerly opened her mouth when the
gag was presented to her.  She had opened her mouth without
hesitation and her lips enclosed the red rubber ball.  Jessica
had gone from being reluctant about the gag to eager in just a
few weeks.  She wondered just how much more eager she would
become in the future.

  Tina had been ordered to take Jessica immediately to the
Dungeon, then to be locked by her collar chain to the wall.  Then
she was supposed to wait for Janet to arrive after a period of
time, so that Jessica would be mad with anticipation to see her
Mistress.

  Once Jessica had been led away, Janet relaxed.  Tiffany was
away, and Janet hoped that she wouldn't be interfering any time
soon.  The only problem was that if she knew the identity of
Janet's newest slave, which might cause problems later.

  The sudden electronic ring of the phone interrupted her
thoughts.

  "Hello?" asked Janet.

  "Janet, hi, its Tiffany."

  "What's up?"

  "I'm calling to say that I'll be back on Monday.  I'm going
away with Lauren for a trip," stated Tiffany.

  "Thanks for calling," said Janet.

  "Bye," said Tiffany, and the connection were severed.

  Janet clutched the phone, convinced that finally the fates were
on her side.  Her new slave, the market up and now Tiffany absent
from the house.

  "My luck has to turn sometime," said Janet to herself.

  Janet let a full half-hour elapse, sure that this would be
enough time to drive Jessica mad with desire for her Mistress. 
She loved hearing the sounds that her heels made as they clicked
on the wooden floor as she made her way to the Dungeon.  The
sounds echoed through the huge house, like the sounds of a
metronome.

  Jessica was kneeling on a piece of carpet, her collar chained
to the wall.  She remained bound in the same way as she had been
in the library.  Janet walked to a chair that looked like a
throne, and sat down.  She motioned for Tina to unlock Jessica
and bring her over to Janet.

  Tina complied, all without saying a word.  Soon, Jessica was
naked, bound, and kneeling before her Mistress.  Since she was
blindfolded, she didn't know who was in front of her.

  Janet stood up, and placed her thumb and forefinger under
Jessica's chin.  She made Jessica gradually raise her head, since
it had been downcast towards the floor.  Then Janet began to play
with Jessica's erect nipples, sometimes pinching them between her
fingers.

  This had the effect of making Jessica moan from behind her gag.
 Just to make her slave feel more helpless, Janet continued to
pull and fondle her slave's breasts.  In time, Jessica became
fully aroused.

  Since she had already been a slave for several weeks, she knew
to keep her legs opened and her sex available.  Once, she had
forgotten, and Janet had quickly and severely punished her with
several stokes of the riding crop on her thighs.  This had left
several red welts that had lasted a long time, and proved a good
reminder in her training.

  Janet reached between Jessica's legs to her wet pussy, and
began to fondle her sex.  Jessica moaned even more, and Janet
pinched her clit just once.  This provoked a reaction whereby her
entire body shook with desire.

  Janet knew that her training of this slave had been entirely
successful.  Jessica Danvers may have been a wealthy society
woman, but inside she was a slave to her desires, one of which
was to be subject to a Mistress.

  Janet removed her blindfold, but not her ballgag.  Jessica
blinked in the sudden light, as Janet's Dungeon was kept well
lit.  Dark Dungeons were for gothic novels in her opinion.

  "Good evening, slave.  I take it that you have been eagerly
awaiting the pleasure of your Mistress," said Janet.

  Jessica nodded her head yes in reply, the rubber ball silencing
her replies.

  "Perfect.  I can see by your body's reaction that you are ready
to serve me."

  Jessica nodded again.

  "Excellent."

  "Thank you, Mistress," gasped Jessica when her ballgag was
removed.

  "You're welcome, Jessica.  Now we can begin.  Something with
the paddle, first.  Just to soften you up and get you in the
proper frame of mind," suggested Janet.

  Jessica was then locked over a leather-padded sawhorse.  Her
ankles were secured by the D rings on her bracelets and locked to
the legs on one side.  Then her torso was bent over the apex of
the horse, and her wrist cuffs were similarly locked on the other
side.

  The girl was quite vulnerable and exposed to what her Mistress
would desire for her use and discipline.  Her hair had been
gathered into a ponytail at Janet's direction so that it would
not interfere in any way.  Janet did not want Jessica's view to
be blocked, nor did she want Jessica to inhale her loose hair. 
So she has told Tina to bind it up before Jessica had been placed
on the horse.

End of Janet CH11 PT1 

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