Chapter One: Bondage Introductions
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Janet Davis had returned from work early from her
job, as her girlfriend Sally Belmar was going to pay a
visit. Janet had known Sally for a long time, and at
their last meeting, her friend had said that she was
going to make a special proposal to her.
That previous evening, the two women had gotten
drunk together, and Janet had admitted that she had
been rather dissatisfied with her sex life. Sally had
listened to her friend's complaint intently, nodding
with each point that her friend had made.
Afterwards, Sally said that she would be able to
offer a suggestion to Janet's sex problem. However,
she would first have to talk to a friend of hers.
Janet waited eagerly in her apartment, finally
glad when she heard the doorbell ring. She hit the
buzzer, and let her friend into the apartment when she
heard the knock on the door.
The two women greeted each other warmly. Janet
looked over her guest, and admired how she was dressed.
Sally wore a fur coat, and beneath the coat was a silk
blouse, a leather skirt, white stockings, and finally a
pair of black patent leather high heels.
"Would you like a drink?" asked Janet.
"Sure, why not," agreed Sally.
Janet already had planned for this, and a bottle
of wine had been waiting for Sally's arrival. Janet
opened the bottle, and poured two glasses. She handed
one glass to Sally and they seated themselves on the
couch.
After taking a rather long sip, Sally looked her
friend over. She wondered to herself, how would Janet
take to the suggestion that she was about to make?
Just how strong was her disappointment with normal sex
that she had mentioned before?
"Janet, do you remember what you said at our last
meeting about sex?" questioned Sally.
"Yes."
"Well, I have a possible solution for you. It's a
little unusual, so I would like to ask you to hear me
out."
"Go ahead," she answered.
"Well, I know that this is going to sound strange,
but have you ever heard of bondage?"
"Bondage? Just what do you mean by that?"
"Janet, surely you must know something about it?
You must have heard something."
Janet took a long drink and sat back in the sofa.
She was not sure just what her friend was getting at,
but she wanted to hear more.
"Well, I know that it involved people getting tied
up and dominated by others," Janet answered.
"You are partially right," Sally observed, "but
it's really about trust between the dom and the sub,
and not to exceed another's limits. You wanted to
explore something new. Do you think that you might
like to engage in this?"
"Dominated by who?" Janet asked.
"By a dominatrix or mistress, of course. A woman
who knows something about bondage and about what some
people need," Sally replied.
Janet poured herself another glass, then drained
it in one swallow. She was intrigued by what her
friend was saying. She had heard of bondage before,
but she had never known anyone that engaged in it.
"You mean that some people need to get tied up?"
Janet asked.
"Yes. And not just some strange people getting
their jollies either. Punishment has always been
linked to both pleasure and sex. Perhaps that is why
you have always felt guilty about sex.."
"I have never felt guilty about sex," Janet stated
firmly.
"Really, is that why some of the men you've dated
have left angrily," Sally probed, "because you wouldn't
experiment with sex?"
"This is the craziest idea that I've ever heard.
Just what are you suggesting anyway?" Janet demanded.
"Perhaps you should search for another kind of
sexual fulfillment," Sally answered.
"Like bondage?" questioned Janet.
"Yes. And don't act so surprised. A lot of
people have found it perfectly enjoyable. You might
too. To be properly introduced to bondage you would
need the right person. You would need a Dom who could
train you into becoming her slave," Sally answered.
"A sex slave. You must be kidding. Such things
don't exist in real life," Janet stated.
"Don't you watch the TV talk shows? Try it, you
have nothing to lose. Your love life hasn't worked out
very well. Maybe it's time that you tried something
different for a change."
"All right, I'm interested," Janet answered, "But
where would I find a Mistress?
"I know a Mistress who trains slaves. She'll
train you," Sally answered.
"Really?" asked Janet.
"Yes. But be warned, the stripes on your naked
body will cost you more than you might ever imagine."
"Okay, call this Mistress. Tell her that I would
like to meet with her. I'm not agreeing to anything.
But I would like to know more," said Janet.
"Sure," answered Sally.
"Tell me one thing. Have you ever been in bondage
yourself?" Janet asked.
"Yes, that's how I know so much about it. You
might find that you like it too," Sally answered.
"All right," Janet said, "I'll give it a try."
For the next few weeks Janet had not given a
thought to bondage. Work had been too hectic and there
had been no time to think of sex at all, though she
longed to meet someone!
One night, while staying alone in her apartment,
the phone rang. In the stillness it shook Janet awake,
who had been dozing on the couch.
"Hello," asked Janet.
"Is this Janet Davis," asked the caller.
"Yes."
"You don't know me, but we have a mutual friend,
Sally Belmar. She told me that you were interested in
my services."
"What's your name?" Janet asked.
"Surely she must have told you. My name is Erica
Riken. Are you still interested in seeing me?"
"Yes," Janet answered, "Sally told me a little of
what you do. I'd like to know more about it."
"Good. I'll handle everything. I can arrange
that after work on Friday, you can be picked up and
driven to my place in Connecticut. Will that be all
right?" Erica asked.
"Sure," Janet answered.
"Erica, do you want me to bring anything?" asked
Janet.
"No. Slaves don't bring anything. Except a desire
to please their Mistress."
"Thank you, Mistress," said Janet.
"Just come up on Friday," said Erica before she
hung up.
Janet hung up the phone, her heart pounding. She
was excited that she was finally going to meet a
Mistress!
For a change, Friday had been a good workday.
Janet had been able to get out of work early. Once
home, she took a quick shower and found that her pussy
was wet with excitement. She dressed in a white
blouse, a plaid skirt, pantyhose, and modest high
heels.
At eight the buzzer went off, and a large white
limo was waiting for her. The liveried driver held the
door open for her as Janet seated herself on the
leather seat.
The drive to Greenwich, which Janet knew, was one
of the wealthiest in the NY area did not take too long.
Finally, they pulled up to a large walled estate where
the gates had to be opened first. The car followed a
long driveway up to the wooden doors. Once parked, the
driver got out and opened the door for Janet.
"What do I do now?" she asked the driver.
"Just ring the bell, you're expected," he
answered.
When Janet did so, the Maid greeted her. However,
unlike other Maid's uniforms that she was seen, this
one was made of black rubber, not satin, and the girl
was walking on very high heels.
She took Janet's coat and ushered her into a large
room off the entrance to the house. Seated on the
couch was a woman wearing a sweater and black jeans,
not what she had been expecting!
"You must be Janet Davis," her host as she rose
from the leather couch, "I'm Erica Riken."
"Pleased to meet you," said Janet.
There was a moment of silence between the two
women. From what she had read, Janet knew that she had
to act submissive.
"Have a seat," ordered Erica.
Janet sat down in silence, and waited for Erica to
make the next move.
"I'm pleased that you wanted to come see me," said
Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," Janet had decided to try using
Erica's title.
"You're not my slave yet, but it's nice to see
that you understand what might be your position here,"
Erica answered.
"Thank you, Mistress," Janet replied.
"Did you think that I was going to rip your
clothes off?" asked Erica.
"I didn't know what to expect," Janet answered.
"You're here to see if you can be trained as a
slave girl, just like your friend Sally. I'm going to
see if you can be a submissive."
"A slave girl?" asked Janet.
"Yes," Erica answered.
There was a moment of silence between them.
"I have to get to know you. I just don't take
anybody. I want to know why you want to be a slave,
and if you're capable of being one," Erica stated.
"I have unsatisfying relationships, and I want to
try something different. Sally suggested that I become
a slave to a Mistress."
"Good enough. Would like to see how a slave
performs?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," Janet answered.
Erica pressed a button on her desk, and the doors
opened and the Maid entered the room. She walked over
to the couch where the two women were seated.
"May I be of service?" she asked.
"Yes, turn around please," ordered Erica.
The Maid stood silently as Erica unzipped her
outfit. Janet gasped when she saw that the Maid's
naked body was covered by red stripes.
"You've been whipped," observed Janet.
"Speak, Andrea," ordered Erica.
"I've been bad recently, and Erica has punished
me," Andrea replied.
"Are you her slave?" Janet asked.
"I have belonged to Mistress Erica for some time,"
said Andrea.
Janet had to have a few moments to assimilate all
this. A Mistress and her slave girl in real life! The
chance to perhaps be one!
"I would like to be a slave girl too!" declared
Janet.
"Slaves don't want anything," Erica answered,
"except to please their owners."
"Yes, Mistress," replied Janet.
"Andrea, put your uniform on and go into the
kitchen. I shall see you later," ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," quickly answered Andrea as she
picked up her rubber uniform from the floor.
"Before you become my slave girl in training, I
have to set down some conditions. First you must obey
me totally. Next you must not tell anyone, anyone at
all what you are doing. You will belong to me totally,
body and soul. And I mean it," commanded Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," Janet answered.
"You will continue to work. Too many girls would
gladly give up working for a living to be kept here in
bondage. I don't need those types of girls. Unless,
of course, I were to ask you to do so."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Before you enter training, I want you to see a
demonstration," suggested Erica.
"On me, Mistress?" asked Janet.
Erica sat back in amusement.
"You're really anxious to wear my chains, aren't
you? No, I have a girl downstairs in the dungeon
already. One of my most dedicated little slave girls
who needs punishment," said Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," Janet answered.
"I see you've already learned a little about being
a slave. Go to the kitchen and tell Andrea that I want
you prepared before you enter the dungeon. She'll know
what do. Now go!" commanded Erica.
Janet stood up quickly and opened the door that
Andrea had exited from. She walked in the large house,
wondering just where the kitchen was. She guessed that
it was in the rear, and entered a kitchen that belonged
on a magazine cover. Plus, the place was spotless!
"Erica told me that I had to prepared for
something," she said to Andrea who was washing some
silverware.
"Please come with me," Andrea answered as she
wiped her hands on a spotless towel.
Janet followed Andrea through the house, if house
was the word. Mansion was a better term for the place,
given that it had a stone wall around the estate. In
just two rooms, there was expensive artwork and
antiques. But the rest of the Mansion was rather
plainly furnished.
Finally they came to a small room that looked like
it was servants quarters. There was a bed, and Janet
noticed that there was a ringbolt set into the wall
next to the bed. There was a small sink and toilet
within a few feet of the bed, so if anyone were chained
there, they would be able to wash and go to the
bathroom.
"Please remove your clothes," said Andrea.
"I thought that I was going to see a
demonstration."
"Yes. But first you must be prepared. Slave
girls don't wear clothes, especially slaves in
training. Remove all your clothes, please."
Janet had never undressed in the presence of
another woman since the locker room at gym in college.
She had even been embarrassed while trying on clothes
in a store.
Janet proceeded to first unzip her skirt, then
remove her blouse and place it on the bed. Then she
removed her bra, shoes and pantyhose. Finally, she
pulled her panties off, and stood naked before Andrea.
"I'm all yours," said Janet.
"Good. It will go easier on you if you realize
that you are nothing to me now. That you must be
trained first before you can become one of Erica's
slaves. Now turn around. I don't want you running
away."
Janet turned her back on the Maid, unsure of what
was going to happen next. Her curiosity was soon
rewarded when she felt the bite of steel first on one
wrist, then the other. It was quite a shock to realize
that she was wearing handcuffs! Janet twisted her arms
to experiment in her first time in some form of
bondage.
"Go ahead. Try all you want. You'll never get
out of those cuffs," Andrea stated.
Andrea pushed Janet to her knees, producing
another kind of chain. This one had cuffs at each end,
but had about two feet of chain between them. These
she placed on Janet's ankles, again clicking the
ratchets shut until they bit upon her flesh. Janet was
captive!
"Now, just one last thing," said Andrea as she
went into a bedside cabinet and removed a black leather
object.
Janet soon discovered that it was a blindfold that
fit snugly over her eyes. It cut off all of her vision
totally. Naked, bound, and blindfolded, Janet wondered
what would happen next.
She felt Andrea's fingers grab her arm and pulled
until she was again standing. Then she began to walk
leading Janet along slowly so that she could take
hobbled steps.
Finally they reached their destination. Janet
heard machinery and guessed that they were in front of
an elevator. She heard the door open and they stepped
inside. Then she felt the elevator descend.
After they came to a stop, Andrea again pulled her
along. Then she felt that they were in another room.
Janet heard nothing except for the wet sounds that
Andrea's rubber uniform made whenever it moved. Then
she felt Andrea unlocking her handcuffs, and raising
her arms. Backing Janet to a wall, Janet felt some
kind of projections there. Andrea was taking special
care to maneuver Janet into someplace special. When
she felt Andrea release her, Janet held still, not
certain of what was going to happen next. She then
felt a bar close, which confined her neck and wrists.
Janet was bound to the wall by stocks! But still she
couldn't see anything! She decided to keep silent, as
she did not know what would get her punished. At this
stage probably anything would be sufficient.
Janet twisted within her wooden prison, and found
that the stocks were made of wood. The holes for her
head and wrists were lined with fur, so that she would
not hurt herself while confined. She pulled her ankle
chain without effect, and waited for something to
happen.
Finally after some time, Janet heard a woman's
heels click as she walked across the floor. After
being in darkness for some time, Janet felt her
blindfold being removed. Suddenly there was light!
She had been expecting a gloomy dungeon. Instead she
was in a brightly-lit dungeon with a stone floor and
walls, with chains hanging from the ceiling and various
devices on the walls and ceiling.
What shocked Janet was what she saw in front of
her. Before her was a truly beautiful Blonde woman.
The woman was naked and stretched into the shape of an
X by her bonds. Her ankles and wrists were encased in
leather bracelets, and each was linked to a bar about
three feet apart. A chain from the ceiling was
attached to the wrist bar, which stretched her so that
her toes strained to reach the floor. Janet wondered
why the woman did not cry out.
The reason was a red rubber ballgag in her mouth,
and a strap that went around her cheeks and buckled in
the back. The woman shifted without result in her
chains, and a small moan escaped her gag.
"Well now, are you impressed?" Erica asked.
Janet turned her head to look at her Mistress, and
received another shock. Erica was now dressed in a
leather outfit that included high-heeled boots, leather
skirt, plus a matching bra. It all accentuated the
fact that Erica was a beautiful woman.
"Is this what you expected?" asked Erica.
"Yes Mistress," Janet quickly answered.
"I would like to introduce you to Tiffany," said
Erica, "Tiffany has been once of my slave girls for
quite some time. Haven't you, dear?"
All that Tiffany could do was nod her answer.
"You must realize that to be a slave girl your
body will belong to me,"
Erica said as they walked over to the suspended
Tiffany.
Erica began to caress Tiffany's naked body. First
she began by touching the bound woman's shoulders, then
moving to pinch her underarms, making Tiffany flinch.
Then she cupped her breasts, kneading her erect
nipples. Finally, one hand moved down to her pussy,
massaging her sex. This caused Tiffany to flinch
again, rustling her chains.
Just for emphasis, Erica circled Tiffany several
times.
"You see, as Mistress I have total control over my
slaves. Their bodies belong to me. And women are
harsher towards one another."
"Yes Mistress," Janet answered.
Tiffany remained silent. Janet did not know what
would happen next, but her attention was riveted to
Tiffany's plight.
"Of course, slave girls are not merely bound and
gagged. They are punished also," calmly stated Erica.
Erica went to the stone wall and took down a
coiled leather whip that been hanging there. It was
long and sinuous, with a thick braided handle.
"Now Tiffany just loves to be whipped, don't you?"
questioned Erica.
Tiffany nodded her head, her eyes wide at the
sight of Erica handling the whip.
"Just you watch carefully," said Erica, "and if
you make a sound there's a ballgag for you also. Plus
more punishment for Tiffany."
Erica circled Tiffany several times, handling the
whip and cracking it in the air. Her heels clicked on
the floor each time she took a step. Finally she came
to a stop in front of Tiffany.
"Tiffany, you've been a bad girl lately. You
haven't come to see me lately, and you know how that
makes me feel. I wonder why that is? Are you seeing a
man perhaps, or another Mistress!" shouted Erica as she
swung the whip.
The whip whistled through the air a it contacted
Tiffany's body, wrapping itself around the bound
woman's figure, finally coming to rest with a distinct
crack as the tip impacted her body. Tiffany jumped
uselessly again her bonds, straining against them.
However, it had no effect. She squealed through her
gag.
"Surely that didn't hurt that much," said Erica as
she swung the whip again.
Just as before, it swung with deadly effect. This
time the tip came to rest on Tiffany's right breast.
She strained against her bonds.
Erica swung the whip again and again, each time
coming to rest on another part of Tiffany's naked
figure. Squeals of pain came from the bound girl's
gag, and her body was soon beaded in sweat. Janet
watched in awe as long red welts gradually marked the
girl's body. Tears ran from Tiffany's eyes as the whip
impacted time and again on her flesh. She continued to
pull with futility at her bonds, her wrists pulling at
the bracelets that confined them.
It seemed a fantastic tableau for Janet to
witness. Tiffany was a truly beautiful girl, perfectly
formed. She had a lovely shape, high breasts, and
great legs and hips. Janet wondered what such a lovely
girl was doing here, chained and being whipped by a
Mistress.
Tiffany appeared to be in real pain as the whip
landed repeatedly on her flesh. Erica seemed to be
aiming for Tiffany's pussy. Each time that happened,
the bound girl squealed again and again. Tears ran
down her cheeks, staining her white flesh.
"Stop it," Janet cried out, "can't you see she's
in real pain? Stop it. Whip me instead."
Erica turned towards Janet, fury clearly in her
eyes and body language.
"I told you to keep silent. This first thing a
slave learns is to keep her mouth shut! A lesson which
you have failed to learn."
Erica replaced the whip on the wall. Then she
walked over to Janet, who could not move against her
bonds.
"I promised a gag for you too!" she said as she
removed the gag from her skirt.
It was a leather strap with a roller buckle, with
a large red rubber ball for the mouth.
"Now open wide," ordered Erica.
Erica then pushed the rubber ball into Janet's
mouth. Janet opened her mouth, and she bit down on the
ball as Erica buckled the strap at the back of her
neck.
Janet tried to say something, but the ball
prevented her from saying anything at all. About all
she could manage was "mmmph." The gag had conquered
her.
Erica glared at the disobedient girl. She shook
her finger at Janet.
"And now, just to show you that something you may
do may cause somebody else pain, I'm going to again
punish Tiffany for your outburst!"
Erica then walked over to Tiffany and removed her
ball gag. Tiffany's chest heaved as she took several
deep breaths.
"Mistress," she asked, "permission to speak?"
"Permission granted."
"Thank you for punishing me tonight. I really
love it when you punish me. I love your whip. Please
punish me again."
Erica turned to Janet. She looked over the bound
girl with contempt.
"So you see, Tiffany loves her punishment. She
comes here whenever she feels the need. Or when I want
her. And now for her discipline."
Erica then selected something else from the wall.
This was a rigid leather wrapped black object, with a
circular strap, which Erica placed around her wrist and
a thin handle. Erica presented the handle to Tiffany,
who did not need to be told to kiss it, which she did
several times.
"This is called a riding crop," Erica stated,
"it's used on horses, but a better use is on naked
girls. Tiffany, I want you to count each stroke as I
deliver the blow. You will count each stroke for the
benefit of Janet here, as I use this crop on you.
Perhaps Janet will learn from your pain."
Erica began to flex the riding crop to show just
how rigid it was.
"It's a piece of bamboo encased in leather. Just
perfect for naked girls."
Then she struck. The crop made a sharp sound as
it struck Tiffany's flesh.
"One," she cried.
"That wasn't so bad. I'll just bet that you
really want to count quite a lot today," observed
Erica.
Two, Three, Four, Five, the numbers came from the
lips of the bound girl each preceded by the strike of
the riding crop on the bound girl's flesh. Janet
watched in silence at the performance of the Mistress
and her slave girl. Tiffany was obviously very trained
to accept her discipline with such stoic courage.
"Ten," cried Tiffany, stiffening her body for yet
another stroke.
"Fifteen."
"Twenty," screamed Tiffany.
Erica continued her punishment of Tiffany, unmoved
by her slave's cry for mercy. She continued to inflict
the crop on Tiffany's body.
"Twenty-five. Mercy, Mistress, please Mercy!"
Erica stopped her thrashing of Tiffany, when the
number of 25 had been reached. Her punishment was
over.
"That wasn't so bad, now was it? Surely you can
take both the whip and the crop in one night?"
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you for punishing me."
Erica again offered the crop's handle to Tiffany,
who kissed it again and again. The girl was thankful
for her bondage and punishment.
"Andrea," called Erica.
Andrea appeared, and she was still wearing her
maid's uniform, except now she had a hobble chain on
her ankles.
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica then whispered something into Andrea's ear.
Erica watched with approval as Andrea slowly walked
over to Tiffany's wooden prison. Then she produced a
key from her uniform, but not before Erica walked to
the wall and activated a switch that lowered Tiffany
the inch or so to the floor.
In short order Andrea unlocked Tiffany's ankles
from the bar, and she stood upright. She did not close
her legs, even though she must have been in pain from
being suspended. Then her wrists were unlocked, and
Tiffany began to massage them.
"Thank you Mistress," Tiffany said to Erica.
"You are welcome, Tiffany. Now go with Andrea and
she will get you ready for the night," directed Erica.
Janet watched as Andrea produced a pair of
handcuffs. Tiffany was evidently used to the
procedure, and she turned her back while the cuffs were
locked upon her. All that could be heard was the
closing of the ratchets as they clicked upon the wrists
of the naked girl. Then Andrea pulled from the wall a
collar and leash. She proceeded to lock the collar
around Tiffany's neck. Pulling on the leash, she led
Tiffany away into a concealed corridor.
The two were out of sight when Erica turned to
face Janet. Erica was still holding the riding crop,
which she used to punish Tiffany. In addition, the
Erica's exposed body gleamed with sweat, evidence of
the recent exertion involved in punishing the slave
girl.
"Well?" asked Erica.
Janet remained in her wooden prison, the rubber
ball gag keeping her from making any response to
Erica's question. Janet could not answer her. Much as
she had tried to dislodge the gag by any means, her
efforts in nothing. The gag was as firmly placed in
her mouth as when Erica had buckled it in there earlier
in the evening.
"Had a good time? Have you enjoyed yourself? Saw
what you came to see?"
Erica carefully looked Janet over.
"Now let's see what you thought of the
performance."
Erica then casually placed her free hand over
Janet's sex. She forced two fingers within her vagina,
feeling around. Janet had always been shy and even
ashamed of her body. She had never been naked around
other women, even hiding in the locker rooms at school.
Now here she was, naked and helpless before another
woman who treated girls as slaves!
Erica then withdrew her fingers, and Janet moaned
through her gag. The leather-clad woman rubbed her
fingers with Janet's cum.
"Your mind may say no, but your body says yes.
I'll bet that you climaxed several times," Erica
observed.
All that Janet could do was whimper. She had
never been felt like that before by anyone. Was that
what it meant to be a slave? Having your body
available at any time for someone to use?
Erica then reached over to Janet, and unbuckled
her ball gag.
"Thank you, Mistress," said Janet when the ball
was removed from between her lips.
"That's better. I hope that you can now
appreciate your position here. You are nothing to me
at present, and deserve my punishment."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do you have any questions?" Erica asked.
"Mistress, did my outburst hurt Tiffany badly?"
Janet asked.
"If Tiffany had her way, she would be punished
like that every week. She loves being a slave, and as
much as I punished her, she wants to be punished more."
"Will I be whipped, Mistress Erica?" asked Janet
"Of course. That will be tomorrow. You will,
furthermore, ask and beg me to whip you. Don't ask
what kind of torment you will endure. Now let me
prepare you here for the night."
In quick succession, the bar that imprisoned her
neck and wrists was opened, and Janet was free of the
wall. She was turned around and her arms were cuffed
behind her back again. Erica did not bother to remove
the hobble chain from Janet's ankles, so she had to
lead her slowly. Janet meanwhile had a new experience
in being led to an unknown fate.
Though she was not blindfolded this time, she was
too scared to note the route where she was going. She
saw prison bars.
It was a jail cell in the basement! Since she had
already seen both a dungeon and a girl being whipped,
nothing would surprise her anymore.
Erica then opened the cell and pulled her over
towards the bed. Hanging from the wall was a collar
and chain, which was attached to a ringbolt. She
locked the collar around Janet's neck. Erica then
released Janet's wrists from the handcuffs.
"The chain allows you a little freedom, and
there's a hidden toilet. I don't believe in leaving a
new girl alone for the night," said Erica as she walked
outside the cell and locked the door.
Erica then touched a hidden switch, and one of the
cell walls began to rise. Looking through another sets
of bars she saw Tiffany sitting on a bed, massaging her
wounds. She was collared as Janet was, and Janet
traced the chain to the wall where it was locked.
Tiffany was secured as was Janet herself.
"Bye now girls. Don't make too much noise, or
else there are ball gags for both of you," laughed
Erica as she clicked her heels down the corridor
"Hi, I'm Tiffany," said the girl as she turned
around.
"I'm Janet."
"Are you new here?" Tiffany asked, "I've never
seen you before."
Janet tried to walk over to the bars separating
the two naked chained women, but was frustrated by the
shortness of the chain. She did discover a sink and
toilet set in an alcove.
"I'm here for the first time. Was it really that
bad being whipped by Erica? Did the riding crop hurt
you that much?"
"It's not so bad. I hated it at first, but I
don't mind it now. You will too," Tiffany answered.
"Do you resent me for having caused you pain? I'm
very sorry about that, I guess I should have kept my
mouth shut."
"No. I've been punished many times before and
harsher too. Counting is just a game that Erica likes
to play with her slaves. When she doesn't, then watch
out! That's when she is really out to punish you."
Janet sighed. Just a few hours ago, she had been
totally free. Now here she was in a prison cell after
having witnessed another woman's punishment. Still,
she had asked to be here. Tomorrow she knew that no
matter how she felt, she would ask to be whipped.
Having gone so far, Janet did not want to chicken out
now. Besides if this gorgeous blonde could take it, so
could she!
"Does it really hurt a lot to be whipped? I'm to
be whipped tomorrow," stated Janet.
Tiffany massaged the red marks that decorated her
body. The red welts were numerous, and traced around
all of her feminine curves.
"It does at first. It violates everything that
you have ever been trained to think as a girl."
The thought that she had been naked before not
just one woman but three gave Janet shivers. That she
was now chained and to be punished was almost in the
realm of the fantastic.
Abruptly, the lights began to dim.
"Well, bedtime," said Tiffany, "That's Erica's way
of saying to wash up and get some sleep. If we
don't........."
There was no need for Tiffany to explain to Janet
the penalties if they failed to take the hint from
their Mistress. Never had Janet felt either so naked
or so helpless. She pulled the sheet over herself as
the climbed into bed. All she heard was Tiffany's
breathing plus the occasional sob. Janet settled down
to her first night as a slave girl.