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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 CH11 PT3: Janet Ascending

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Part Two


  Janet led Jessica to her bedroom, since it was now time for the
slave to satisfy her Mistress.  Since Jessica had been a slave,
Janet had edged her ever closer to the idea that one day she
would have to service her Mistress.

  Janet angrily remembered that she had served Stephanie and not
Erica first, when she had been loaned to the other Mistress
during her training period.  She had longed to satisfy her
Mistress, but that had been denied her, perhaps by design.  In
her own training of new slaves, Janet had decided that they would
serve her first!

  Leading Jessica up from the Dungeon by a leash, with Jessica's
hands locked behind her, Janet was angry to find that Tina was
not standing outside the door waiting for her.  Could she have
been that mad?  Janet resisted the temptation to go and find her,
since Tina was probably in her servant's room.  She had to
continue with Jessica, since this would further bond her slave to
her.

  Next week, when they would be in the house without Jessica
present, Janet would punish Tina for her insolent behavior. 
Janet would make certain that Tina would not misbehave again. 
Even if she was not allowed to know what was really going on.

  "Come along, Jessica," said Janet as she pulled the girl along
by her leash.

  When they arrived upstairs, Janet immediately unlocked the
leash from Jessica's collar.  She then unlocked Jessica's wrists
from behind her back, freeing her hands.

  "Use the bathroom and clean yourself," directed Janet to an
empty bedroom, "make yourself ready for your Mistress."

  While Jessica cleaned herself in the bedroom next to Janet's,
Janet entered her own.  She had expected that Tina would have
cleaned Jessica up and prepared her.  Instead, Jessica had to do
so herself.  This was no way for a slave to see another behave!

  After Jessica had indicated that she was ready, Janet led her
into her bedroom and indicated that she should kneel on the
floor.  Janet then locked her collar to a chain connected to the
ringbolt set in the wall.

  Janet then placed her foot on a chair and first removed one of
her high-heeled shoes, then the other.  The she unzipped the
leather bodysuit, and gently pulled the leather off, since it had
conformed to the contours of her body.  Now standing only in her
sheer pantyhose, she stripped them off slowly.

  Janet went into the bathroom, and freshened herself.  She still
had a faint aroma of the leather that she had worn for so long,
and it clung to her like a perfume.

  Emerging naked, she removed a riding crop from the dresser
drawer, and sat down on the side where she had chained Jessica. 
Janet opened her legs, and held the crop in her two hands.

  "Service me, Jessica," ordered Janet, "or the crop awaits."

  Jessica promptly buried her face between Janet's legs, and
Janet responded by opening her legs even more to accommodate the
slave's ministrations.  Janet was surprised how eagerly Jessica
meant to please her, as her labia and clit were sucked and
tongued by Jessica.

  Janet tried to contain herself, but she was happy about
everything, except for Tina's sulk, that had happened tonight. 
She had enlisted her slave as an ally, and had whipped her into a
sexual frenzy.  Now she was enjoying the fruits of her labors as
her devoted slave was satisfying her in return!

  Janet moaned with pleasure as she first orgasm hit her,
wondering just how Jessica had learned to satisfy another woman
like that.  She had not asked her about her sexual experiences,
which was something that she was supposed to do before it got
this far with a slave.

  It was evident that Jessica was already experienced in this
matter, and needed no additional training in how to satisfy her
Mistress!  Janet cried with pleasure as she dragged her slave
into her bed, and attacked her all night.  The next day, the
sheets were a mess!
  *      *      *      *
  The weather was warm outside the Stone Bank as Janet drove up
in her Toyota.  She had worn a blouse with long sleeves and a
denim skirt, plus a pair of normal high heels.  She looked at her
watch and fretted.  Would Jessica really show up?  Janet wished
she had a cigarette, but she had quit years ago.

  Jessica Danvers shortly drove up in a new blue Lincoln.  She
was dressed in a smart business suit, and carried a purse and a
briefcase.

  "Good morning," greeted Janet.

  "Good morning, Mistress," greeted Jessica.

  "Thank you for coming," said Janet.

  "I'm your devoted slave," said Jessica, "now can we begin?"

  "Yes, of course."

  They entered the bank and the safe deposit area.  Janet
withdrew her box, and they repaired to the little locked alcove
to examine its contents.

  "Here's the current holdings," said Janet as she passed the
list to Jessica.

  "Thank you, Mistress," said Jessica softly.

  Jessica looked at the list, reading over the individual stocks
and the amounts that Janet possessed and their monetary value at
the date of the latest statement.

  "This must be increased by a certain date.  Is that correct?"
asked Jessica, "Mistress?"

  "Yes.  But I can't tell you why."

  "How long do you have left, Mistress?"

  "Less than three months," said Janet.

  "Then we'll just have to find better stocks for you to buy,
that's all, Mistress," said Jessica, "I noticed an investment
counter outside.  Mind if I get us some help?"

  "Go ahead," ordered Janet.

  Jessica opened the folding door, and motioned for the clerk. 
She asked for the person at the counter to join them immediately.
 The clerk made a call, and the person from the investment
counter virtually ran to see them.

  "I need a complete price history on this portfolio of every
stock for the last ten years, plus P/E ratios and any corporate
news, good or bad, in the last year," ordered Jessica.

  "When would you like this?" asked the woman.

  "Yesterday," stated Jessica.

  The woman almost ran away from them to get back to her counter,
the list firmly clutched in her hand.

  "You didn't tell her your name," said Janet.

  "I don't have to.  In Greenwich, everyone already knows me,
Mistress."

  Janet realized that she may have held the power of the whip in
her House, but here Jessica held the power of the purse.

  In minutes, the woman returned with a stack of laser printouts
that were still warm to the touch.  Jessica grabbed them, and
opened a cellular phone from her purse.

  "Time to get to work, Mistress," said Jessica as she punched in
some numbers.

  In all, they spent almost an hour in the bank together.  Nobody
bothered them in the cubicle, and twice Jessica asked to use the
bank's phone.  Janet was amazed that they let her make two long
distance calls without protest.

  When they finally left, Janet had a list of stocks to buy and
sell, and a great feeling of confidence for the first time since
this nightmare had begun.

  "I'm impressed at the way they treated you there.  Nobody asked
your name, and you had the run of the bank's services.  Your name
must really carry a lot of weight in Greenwich," said Janet.

  "More than that, Mistress," began Jessica, "did I mention that
I was the largest stockholder in Stone bank?"

  Janet had to calm herself down before she drove to her broker
with the new list.  Jessica was a type A driven personality, a
ruthless businesswoman who controlled vast wealth.  Yet she found
sexual fulfillment by submitting herself to a Mistress that kept
her naked and in chains, doing the work of a domestic!
  *      *        *      *
  Tiffany and Janet sat together in the library, with Tiffany
poring over Erica's book of slaves.  She leafed through the
pages, seeing each girl's file and other information.

  "It's just a pity that we didn't find it sooner," said Tiffany.

  "Erica was rather clever about the way she hid it.  You would
think that she deliberately wanted us to wait nearly a year
before we discovered it," ventured Janet.

  "There you go again.  Anyway, now that we've finally got the
book, I'm going to see if I can find if any of these will serve
me," said Tiffany.

  "You mean us, don't you," added Janet.

  "Not for long."

  "Whatever happened to that girl you were using, Denise?" asked
Janet.

  "She couldn't stand up the rigors of being a slave," answered
Tiffany.

  "Perhaps you were treating her too harshly at first,"
criticized Janet.

  "Bitch."

  "Thanks, Tiffany.  That's the nicest thing that anyone's said
to me lately.  I'm going for a walk outside.  Please tell me if
Lauren is coming over so I can hide the silverware.  Bye."

  Janet walked outside the library, closing the outside door
before Tiffany, already angry, could throw something.  There was
something different about her now, and the earlier confidence and
arrogance had vanished.  Instead, she acted impatiently and often
impulsively.  Just to annoy her, Janet had taken to watching the
nightly financial news after the market closed.

  The garden was about the only restful place on the estate. 
With an angry Tiffany and a jealous Tina, Janet felt pressured
from all sides.  At least there was no pressure from Jessica and
Stephanie.  Jessica had proven to be both a joy as a slave and an
efficient financial advisor.  Her portfolio had grown, and
everything was doing well.

  But at the same time, Tina had steadily grown jealous of the
attention that Janet had been showing towards Jessica.  From that
day when she had been asked to leave the Dungeon so that Janet
could discuss her needs in private with Jessica, Tina had become
progressively harder to handle.

  Walking in the garden made her realize that she had been
neglecting Tina, when the girl actually wanted was both the
attention and the lash of her Mistress.  She had seen the look of
envy on Tina's face towards Jessica when they were forced to work
together in the house.

  Janet did not have anything planned for tonight.  An earlier
engagement had collapsed, leaving her with an opening for this
evening.

  "Well, Tina, you wanted the attention of your Mistress," she
said aloud to herself, "you've got it."

  Janet remembered an old saying that her parents had taught her:
be careful what you wish for, you might get it!

  Dinner that night was a cold affair, at least in the beginning.
 Tiffany and Janet had dined together, and much to Janet's
surprise, suddenly took an active interest in the running of the
House.  It was actually nice to talk to Tiffany, just like old
times before Erica's legacy had actually divided them.

  Janet wondered what reason if any to use when she would drag
Tina down to the Dungeon.  What Tina required was something more
that just a few strokes with the riding crop.  No, this demanded
something a little more intense that would serve to remind Tina
that she belonged to Janet and would have to obey her orders.

  When Tina rolled in a trolley containing coffee and cake into
the library Janet knew that it was now time to start the action
with her maid.

  Tiffany was seated in a chair, idly using the remote control to
flip through the channels on the television.

  "Come here, Tina," ordered Janet.

  "Yes, Mistress," replied Tina.

  Tina stood in silence in front of Janet, awaiting her next
command.

  "Raise your uniform," coldly ordered Janet.

  Tina pulled the hem of her uniform upwards, to expose her bare
behind.  Janet noticed that she did not have any recent marks on
her.  Had she really been neglecting Tina that much?  No wonder
Tina was feeling jealous!

  "Over my knee," ordered Janet.

  Tiffany had lost interest in the television, preferring to
watch as Janet prepared to discipline Tina.  She clicked the
remote off, and decided to stay.  Since Tina was off limits to
her, that was all she could do.

  Tina lay on Janet's knees, her upraised naked pink bottom ready
for punishment.  Janet loved the feeling of power and control
that she had over Tina, and she was sorry that she had been
neglecting her.  Janet resolved that once this was all over, she
would devote more time to Tina.  Providing that she was the
victor, of course.

  "Would you like a paddle or crop?" asked Tiffany.

  "No thank you, Tiffany.  The flat of my hand will be quite
sufficient," answered Janet.

  Janet began to spank Tina with a steady series of blows that
made her bottom bounce with every impact.  She wanted this
spanking to merely be a prelude for later events in the evening.

  Tina's behind soon became red, and this immensely aroused
Janet.  Janet felt the heat of Tina's punished skin as she
continued the spanking.  Janet knew that the spanking had
immensely aroused Tina, but she only wanted to take it so far.

  "Thank you, Mistress," cried Tina when Janet ceased suddenly.

  "You may get up now, and serve us coffee," ordered Janet.

  Tina stood up from Janet's knees, and pulled down the hem of
her rubber outfit.  The she proceeded to serve both Janet and
Tiffany as if nothing had happened.

  Janet noted that Tina seemed a little more attentive, a little
more eager to please than she had been in several weeks.  She
resolved to keep a crop nearby to give Tina the occasional stroke
to remind her of her place in the House.

  "Had some fun?" asked Tiffany.

  "I believe that I've been neglecting her lately.  That will
change," said Janet.

  "Good," agreed Tiffany.

  When Tina had finished doing the dishes, she was startled to
find Janet waiting silently behind her.

  "Mistress!" cried Tina, "I didn't know you were there."

  "Perhaps you should be more attentive next time," answered
Janet.

  "Yes, Mistress."

  "I want to see you downstairs in the Dungeon tonight at 9 PM,
naked and waiting for me on the carpet.  Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Mistress," replied Tina.

  "You've been a bad girl lately, and don't think I haven't
noticed.  It's time that I started to correct your behavior,"
stated Janet.

  "Thank you, Mistress," Tina answered.

  "Good," said Janet as she departed.

  Janet decided to wear the rubber dress that she had bought on
her city trip, months ago.  Janet pulled it on, and zipped
herself up in the mirror.  True, it would be hot and sweaty
inside.  But that would only make her more driven to put Tina in
her place.

  "You look very nice," offered Tiffany.

  "Thank you," replied Janet, "are you going out tonight?"

  "No, I was planning on staying in.  I see that you're already
dressed for the evening."

  "Yes."

  "I won't join you in the Dungeon.  After all, two's company,
and three's a crowd," said Tiffany.


  "Thank you," answered Janet.

  "Have a nice time," said Tiffany, "I'm going to have a bath."

  "Enjoy yourself," replied Tiffany as she walked towards her own
bedroom.

  Janet could not contain her desire by the time that she entered
the Dungeon.  On the small circular carpet was Tina, naked and
kneeling.  Her hands rested on her opened knees, and Janet could
see that Tina had been expecting her.

  "Good evening, Tina," greeted Janet.

  "Good evening, Mistress," said Tina in return.

  "I've been very disappointed in you lately, Tina.  Ever since
Jessica has come into this house, you've been jealous of her. 
Though to your credit, you haven't abused your privilege with her
by unnecessarily using the crop.  That has to stop, and stop
now!"

  "Yes, Mistress Janet."

  Because of that, I'm going to have to give you a little
punishment that you'll never forget, so that you'll remember that
you are one of my slaves also."

  "Yes, Mistress, please?"

  "Please what?" asked Janet.

  "Punish me, Mistress."

  "I want you to collar and bracelet yourself, since by the time
we leave here, your skin is going to be covered in stripes."

  Tina rose and opened the cabinet where she had stored the
things that Janet had mentioned.  In a few moments, she had
locked then upon herself, as Janet had ordered, and was again
kneeling on the carpet.

  "Hold out your hands," Janet ordered.

  Tina did so, and Janet locked the wrist cuffs together.  Then
she pulled Tina to her feet, over to the waiting horse.  This was
a different one than the padded one that she usually used.  This
one was quite sturdy, made of solid wood in the shape of an A. 
In the center, sticking up from the polished dark wood, was a
rubber dildo.

  "I want you to climb up onto the horse, and you know where to
place the dildo," ordered Janet.

  Tina did as she was instructed, throwing her leg over the
wooden surface while she climbed up onto the horse.  Her entire
weight would be resting on her sex, which would be impaled by the
dildo.  Tina raised herself up, then slowly lowered herself upon
the erect shaft.  She moaned when it entered her sex, while she
seated herself on the horse.

  "That's good, Tina," said Janet.

  Janet locked Tina's wrists together behind her back, then
locked her ankles to chains on either side of the horse.  Then
she unlocked Tina's wrists in front, then locked them again
behind her back to a ceiling chain that hung nearby.  The chain
was connected to a motor in the ceiling, so that when Janet
activated it, Tina was slowly pitched forward.  This increased
the weight on her sex, pushing the dildo deeper within her.

  "Ooooh!" Tina cried.

  Janet then removed a crop from the cabinet, flexing it with her
two hands.

  "Thank you, Mistress," said Tina

  "Thank me afterwards, when your skin is red and pained,"
cautioned Janet.

  Janet began to strike Tina with the crop, the small tip at its
end leaving a small red mark wherever it landed.  Tina, held fast
on the horse, could only moan whenever the crop struck her.

  She next struck at the outside of Tina's legs at first.  Then
she gradually moved upwards, striking Tina's breasts.  Each stoke
left a red mark, and made her breasts bounce a little, and Janet
found that very attractive.

  Bound as she was, Janet did not want to strike Tina so hard
that she might lose her balance.  Rather Janet wanted Tina to
remain on the horse, with her sex invaded by the dildo.

  Janet did not have to check if Tina was wet.  That was obvious
by the way she moaned when the crop struck her flesh.  Tina was
now being properly punished for the first time in months, and
Janet realized the mistakes that she had made!

  "Enough," stated Janet, once she was satisfied that Tina was
now ready for her next ordeal.

  Janet placed the crop under her arm as she unlocked Tina from
the horse.  Perhaps she should have used the horse last, rather
than as the first item of punishment.  Regardless, when Tina
dismounted the horse, her flesh was already marked nicely.

  The dildo was wet, and reflected the Dungeon lights.  Janet had
prepared for this, and had brought a small basin of water and a
wash cloth with her.

  "Tina, clean yourself, but you are not allowed to cum!" ordered
Janet.

  "Yes, Mistress, ohhhh!" cried Tina when she placed her hand
into the water.

  As a further vexation, Janet had filled the basin with ice
cubes and water, so that it was quite cold.  Janet knew that this
would put out the fires in Tina's loins quite fast!

  Tina cleaned herself without protest, and Janet roughly
inspected her to make certain that she had done a good job.  Her
cunt was clean of her juices, and the skin was cold to the touch.
 Tina moaned when the warm fingers of her Mistress probed her
sex.

  "Very good, slave," said Janet approvingly.

  "Thank you, Mistress."

  "And now the whip," stated Janet.

  Tina stood unemotionally as Janet secured her wrists and ankles
to spreader bars that would make her vulnerable to discipline. 
Her bare feet were standing on the stone floor, as Janet had not
ordered her to wear shoes this evening.

  "I do love you," said Janet.

  "Yes, Mistress," answered Tina.

  Then Janet struck with the whip, stroke after stroke landing on
Tina's already punished skin.  Janet did not even try to direct
the whip, letting it fall wherever it would.  Instead, she wanted
it to leave stripe after stripe on Tina's figure.

  The whip wrapped itself around Tina's curves, and Janet
remembered that she had not whipped Tina so hard for quite some
time.  Just for effect, she cracked the whip against empty air,
like some western movie.  But she would always return to using
the whip on Tina, making her moan and cry within her bonds.

  "Thank you, Mistress," cried Tina when Janet temporarily
stopped.

  "You're welcome," said Janet.

  Janet removed a small metal box from the cabinet.  She walked
over to Tina, and opened the box for her slave to see inside. 
Tina moaned when she saw the contents.

  "Clamps," said Janet.

  Janet first applied one to Tina's right nipple, making her
moan.  When the other was fixed onto her, Tina moaned again. 
Janet then applied two more, onto the outer lips of her sex. 
Tina reacted violently, shaking her chains in protest.

  To further test her, Janet then inserted two of her fingers
inside Tina's slit.  The girl was wet again, just like she had
been on the horse!

  "You're a real bondage slut," said Janet.

  "Yes, Mistress," agreed Tina, "I'm a bondage slut."

  "What do sluts like you deserve?" asked Janet.

  "To be whipped, Mistress," cried Tina in response.

  "Very well," said Janet as she again picked up the whip.

  The experience of being whipped while the clips upon her
breasts and sex drove Tina to even greater heights of agony. 
Every time that the whip struck her flesh, Tina moaned with both
agony and ecstasy at the same time.

  Janet continued, carefully counting the strokes, never hitting
hard enough to break the skin.  Pausing to touch Tina's skin, she
found that the whip warmed her slave's skin.  Janet carefully
counted each series of strokes, wondering when Tina would use up
her capacity to absorb discipline.

  Tina would long carry reminders of this night on her skin and
hopefully in her soul, thought Janet.

  Just before Janet was going to stop anyway, Tina suddenly cried
out.

  "Mercy, Mistress, please, mercy!" sobbed Tina.

  Tears ran down Tina's cheeks, streaking her makeup.  Her body
was thoroughly covered by a fine tracery of welts that the whip
had left behind.

  "Very good, Tina.  Now you may kiss the whip," ordered Janet.

  "Thank you, Mistress," said Tina as she carried out Janet's
orders.  Her lips embraced the whip handle as even as tears
continued to flow from the corners of her eyes.

  "I don't want to have any further trouble with you, nor do I
want you to be jealous of Jessica.  Do you understand?  Or I
shall be forced to use more extreme measures," threatened Janet.

  "Yes, Mistress," cried Tina.

  Janet then took Tina upstairs, and let her clean herself
properly.  Then she took her into her bedroom, and used her
violently for the rest of the night.  There was a riding crop on
the night table, and Janet did not hesitate to use it whenever
she felt that Tina was not being wholly attentive to her.

  Finally, she fell into a satisfied sleep, with her slave girl
on the bed next to her, her collar chained to the wall as usual.
  *      *      *      *
  "The most recent choices have done well, Mistress," said
Jessica.

  From the small safe deposit cubicle, Janet and Jessica had
moved to the banks meeting room.  On the table was a pot of hot
coffee and croissants, and the papers were organized into neat
rows.

  Janet rubbed her eyes, hoping that she was ahead of Tiffany. 
There wasn't much time left, just two weeks till the anniversary
of Erica's death.

  "Thank you, Jessica.  This just has to run its course," said
Janet.

  "Yes, Mistress," answered Jessica.

  "Could I be left alone here for a while before we, before I,"
Janet corrected herself, "deliver the final orders to the
broker."

  "Yes, Mistress," answered Jessica as she left her seat and
closed the door behind her.

  Janet fled into the bathroom, and closed the door behind her,
just in time for a torrent of tears.

  "Why, Erica, why?" cried Janet to herself.

End Of Janet CH11 PT3         

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