The Challenge CH08 PT1
By: sfmaster - Published: 10th July, 2017
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“The Challenge” Chapter Eight: Progressions
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Chapter 08: Progressions
Part One: The Power and the Responsibility
“Mistress, are you all right?”
The question startled Erica out of her thoughts back to the real world. She had gone down to the Dungeon to think, and had entered a dream world all her own. Glancing at her watch, she saw the reason for the interruption. It was long past the time that Lisa was supposed to serve lunch, and she had gone down to the Dungeon to find her Mistress.
“I’m fine, Lisa,” replied Erica.
Erica was seated on the leather-covered bench in the basement Dungeon, still not quite believing what she had created. What once had been the family playroom was now a room of quite a different kind.
Gone were the bar, pool table, large screen TV, and all of the other amenities necessary for the affluent to entertain their guests. Taking it’s place were two Dungeons, a cell with bathroom (so a slave could spend the night); and even a vinyl prison that Erica called solitary. Erica had also purchased a set of stocks and a vinyl covered sawhorse, an X frame, and had hung chains from the walls and ceiling.
In short, it was every toy that a Dominatrix could ever want. Erica had spared no expense because she didn’t have to. She could afford everything that she had ever wanted because it was all pocket change.
After the dust had settled and Erica had taken possession of the estate she had asked around and found a contractor in the scene that would covert the basement into a Dungeon. But first she had an elevator installed and had hidden the basement steps behind a false wall. Only someone who knew its location would be able to enter the Dungeon, and Erica had also installed locking systems.
“Lunch is served, Mistress,” announced Lisa.
“Thank you, Lisa, I’ll be right up,” Erica answered.
Erica rose from her seat, and walked past Lisa, who quickly followed behind her Mistress. They entered the elevator together, and Erica punched the button to the first floor. She exited, and made her way to the Dining Room and sat down at the head of the table.
“Lunch will be out in a minute, Mistress,” stated Lisa.
Lunch was a quiche that was still warm from the oven, French bread, salad, and a bottle of white wine. Erica decided that Lisa was quite a good cook, and she wondered if her Maid’s skills exceeded her own.
Erica ate leisurely, since she didn’t really have anything else to do. In fact, since she had quit her job and inherited the Mansion her only job had been designing and contracting for the Dungeon. Gone were the power lunches on Wall Street, or the forty-five minute ones at the liquor distributor.
But now, in her position as Dominatrix, things seemed different. She no longer had to serve Master Keith, who made decisions for her. Now she was the one holding the lash, a submissive under her control. With the power that she now had came responsibilities that she had never thought of before.
“Lisa?” asked Erica when the Maid was clearing away the dished from the table, “could you please join me in the library when you’re finished?”
“Yes, Mistress,” quickly answered Lisa.
Erica rose to her feet and walked out of the Dining Room. She often wished for a companion, someone to share meals with. Having a slave was nice, and Lisa would do all of her bidding. But it was getting lonely.
She sat behind the desk; it was still hard to believe that the house was really hers. Erica opened a report that she had been writing, and wondered when IBM would be sending along the PC that she had ordered.
Erica heard a knock on the library door, and she closed the report that she had been writing.
“Come,” Erica ordered.
“Sit down, there’s something that I have to discuss with you.”
“Mistress?” asked Lisa as she did what Erica instructed.
“Last night, why did you fondle the new slave, Ingrid?”
“Just a little fun, Mistress,” answered Lisa.
“You were clearly ordered to strip and prepare her, NOT to enjoy yourself. As Mistress, I have to evaluate why she places herself in submission and plan methods to encourage her to continue. This does not include a wanton use of her, before she is ready.”
“Place yourself in her position. You go to a strange place, and are stripped naked, made to wear a collar and bracelets, and are made helpless. You are to be used by a Mistress for the first time, and are scared out of your wits. The very first thing that happens to you is that the Maid pinches your nipples and thrusts her fingers into your sex.”
“What you thought was unimportant,” Erica answered, “your conduct with a new prospect was improper. What you fail to understand is that I am ultimately responsible for everything that occurs in this House. That includes the selection, assessment, and training of possible slaves.”
“That wasn’t the way that Mistress Judith conducted herself,” protested Lisa.
“I am going to be different than Mistress Judith,” replied Erica, “and if you cannot abide by my rules, then you shall not be serving me.”
“I was a good slave to Mistress Judith,” protested Lisa.
“You were, that was why I chose you. But as a slave, you know that you have to obey orders, paramount above all. For disobeying me, we shall now go down to the Dungeon, and I shall use you.”
“I said now, Lisa. Being a slave means that you are available for my use twenty-four hours a day. Or have you forgotten?
“Then I want to see you in the Dungeon, naked on the carpet, waiting for me. I want to go dress in something, street clothes aren’t quite correct.”
“Yes, Mistress,” agreed Lisa.
Erica watched as Lisa scurried out of the library, fright evident on her face. She had not meant to frighten Lisa, but the girl had more than once disobeyed her.
Rising from the desk, she walked upstairs to her bedroom. Every time that she visited NYC, she visited a fetish shop and purchased a new item of clothing. Slowly, she was creating a nice wardrobe for herself.
Erica stripped down her panties, and admired herself in the mirror. Her body had healed from the car accident, and the only reminder of her near fatal ordeal was the occasional pain and ache.
She stood five feet seven, with moderate sized breasts and a tight ass that was very attractive. In her bare feet, she rummaged through the closet, trying to decide what to wear.
The Catsuit was nice, but a little too confining; though she loved how she looked and felt while wearing it. It gave her the feeling of power, with all of her curves covered in latex or PVC. Perhaps she would order one made especially out of leather for her birthday.
Deciding that simplicity was best, a PVC bodysuit, sheet to waist pantyhose, and a pair of five-inch heels were her final choice in clothing. She dressed quickly, and admired herself in the full-length bedroom mirror.
Lisa had come to her from Mistress Judith with good references. She could cook, clean, and maintain a house, serve Erica sexually, and assist her in the training of slaves. However, Lisa could not follow her orders, and Erica wondered was she just badly trained or deliberately disobedient.
Finally, her unauthorized use of Ingrid had been the last straw, and Erica had now decided that this would be a good time to use her. To show Lisa that she must follow the instructions of her Mistress. Or else she would not be serving Erica for long.
When Erica opened the Dungeon Door she found Lisa kneeling on the carpet as instructed. Lisa was just five foot three, with natural blonde hair, a flat stomach, and small breasts. Still, she was very attractive, and her face was very pretty.
“Do you submit to your Mistress, slave?”
“Yes, Mistress Erica.”
“Good,” said Erica as she seated herself on the bench, “over my knee. I want to start by spanking you.”
“Haven’t you ever been spanked before?”
“Than get over my knee, slave!”
Lisa did as she was instructed, draping herself over Erica’s lap. Her tight little bottom looked quite good when covered by a pair of designer jeans. It would look even better after having been warmed by Erica bare hand.
“Count out every time that I spank you,” ordered Erica.
“Yes, Mistress, One!”
Lisa had thought that Erica would delay somehow; instead the Mistress had started immediately with a swift stroke that made Lisa rise with the impact on her bottom.
Erica delivered one blow after another, giving Lisa time to recover before the next one would redden her behind.
“Twenty!” cried Lisa, when Erica finally ceased her spanking.
Erica waiting in silence, surely she would not have to tell Lisa everything.
“Thank you, Mistress!” sobbed Lisa.
“That’s better, Lisa. But the afternoon is young, and I have a lot of ground to cover. You may kneel,” ordered Erica.
Lisa did as she was told, and awaited Erica’s next instructions.
“Kiss my shoes. Now!”
Lisa bent to kiss Erica’s offered black leather shoe, kissing the material with her red lips.
“At least you can obey some orders,” commented Erica.
“Yes, Mistress Erica, I’m sorry,” sobbed Lisa.
“That’s better. Kneel!”
Lisa knelt again, her hands on her knees, eyes down, and silent. She awaited the next commands from her Mistress.
“Should I hang you from the ceiling, and whip you, Lisa?” asked Erica aloud, “will that make you obey my commands?”
“Whatever my Mistress desires,” Lisa answered.
“Judith is a good Mistress, and a good trainer. But you must understand that you are in my house now, and that I intend to be a different sort of Mistress that any you have served before,” stated Erica.
“I don’t understand,” answered Lisa.
“Lisa, if you wish to be my assistant, you will have to follow all of my orders. In this house, a safeword once established will be absolute. Slaves will not be humiliated in this house, no eating out of dog dishes or any other such nonsense.”
“I’m not going to beat you, just use the flogger on you for a few strokes, Lisa,” said Erica.
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“This is the first and only warning that you will get from me, Lisa. You will attract my attention by obeying my commands, not disobeying them. I must have a slave and assistant that I can totally rely on, in order to be the Dominatrix that I wish to be. If you cannot serve me, if I cannot rely on you, then I shall find another position for you.”
“I shall obey you in all things, Mistress.”
“Talk is cheap, Lisa. I shall judge you by your actions. Rise and lock the leather cuffs on your ankles and wait by the ceiling chain.”
Erica watched as Lisa did as she had been ordered. She walked over, and locked the cuffs to the chain, then activated a motor that pulled the chain taut. She next removed a flogger of soft deer hide from the cabinet, and displayed it to Lisa.
“Prepare to be flogged,” Erica cautioned.
Erica used the flogger moderately, almost sensually. She struck at the most sensitive and exposed parts of Lisa’s body. Her breasts were first, followed by her underarms. The leather slapped against Lisa‘s body, making her moan and try to avoid the many strands as they struck her flesh again and again.
“Open your legs,” ordered Erica.
Tearfully, Lisa did so, exposing her vulnerable sex next for the flogger.
“Are you wet, dearest?” asked Erica.
“Do I have to fondle your cunt as you did with Ingrid to know that you are wet and excited by the use of your Mistress?” asked Erica.
“No, Mistress, I’m wet.”
Erica then struck gently with the flogger between Lisa’s legs, striking not her sex but the inside of her thighs. She noted that tears were flowing from the corners of the girl’s eyes. Lisa had not been flogged enough to be in actual pain. Instead, she was close to orgasm.
The flogger was then used for a few more strokes before Erica ceased, and presented the handle for Lisa to kiss.
“Mistress?” begged Lisa.
“Kiss the handle,” ordered Erica.
Once Lisa had done as Erica had requested, she had been ordered to stand motionless by the cabinet as Erica procured the next item. Erica then locked a belt around Lisa’s waist, and then attached a crotch strap, which locked with four small locks.
“It’s a chastity belt, Lisa. I didn’t want you to cum, not until I decide. Maybe later tonight, in bed, but only at my discretion.”
“Now run along and get on with your chores,” ordered Erica, “and remember what I have told you.”
“Yes, Mistress Erica.”
When Lisa had left the Dungeon, Erica remained along, by herself, in the leather bodysuit. Erica had watched her slave depart, with the belt locked around her waist. The freedom to cum was denied to Lisa, for the moment anyway.
‘What is freedom?’ Erica asked herself.
Part Two: Truth and Lies
“Dr. Keith Simon to see you, Mistress,” announced Lisa.
“Thank you, Lisa,” answered Erica as she rose from the chair behind the library desk, “Keith, how nice to see you.”
“Erica,” greeted her guest.
Erica walked to Keith, hugged him, and kissed him on the cheek. She held him tightly for a moment, and then released him.
“Lisa, we can be alone.”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Lisa as she bowed, then closed the library doors.
“Would you like a drink?” asked Erica.
“Bourbon,” he answered, “straight.”
Erica walked over to the bar, and placed two ice cubes each into two glasses, then poured Jack Daniels into the glasses. She handed one to Keith, and they clinked their glasses together.
“Skoal,” said Erica.
“Have a seat, Keith. We have a lot to discuss.”
They both drank from their glasses, and Erica thought that this was going to be very awkward for both of them.
“You lied to me,” bluntly accused Keith, “you said that you weren’t Alana Peters. Yet within weeks of being promoted to Dominatrix, you inherit the Peters estate. A complete stranger would not have inherited this estate. You changed your name, and face, but the x-rays didn’t lie. You are Alana Peters.”
“Yes, I am Alana Peters, or rather, I was. I am now Erica Riken,” confessed Erica.
“You admit it now, but you lied to me when I took you as my slave.”
“I had to,” answered Erica, “just suppose that I had admitted who I really was? Would you have taken the daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the nation as your sex slave? You wouldn’t have wanted anything to do with me.”
“You could have explained, told the truth!”
“No. To you I would have been just a poor little rich girl out for a thrill. You wouldn’t have taken me for a slave, would you?”
“I don’t know what I would have done had I known.”
“Master Keith, I’m sorry that I had to lie to you. As Alana, I realized the dangerous game I was playing after I recovered from the accident by first seeing a Professional Dominatrix in NYC; then going to clubs and being used. I couldn’t continue much longer before I would have been recognized, and then my picture would have been all over the papers. Daniel was a bad Master; he kept me ignorant and was abusive. You were a good Master, and you encouraged me, taught me to grow in my submission. But I couldn’t have you for a Master, and you decided that I was better as a Domme. So please, forgive me,” begged Alana.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“I had to give up who I was, and what I was, to become a slave. I was a Harvard graduate, a future Wall Street Partner, born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I gave all that up so that I could be a submissive. There was nothing else that I could do,” explained Erica, swallowing the lump in her throat.
“That still doesn’t justify your lying to me, Erica.”
“I’m relying on your professional discretion as a doctor, and the fact that you were my trainer, to keep silent about who I really am. Or was.”
“I would never betray your secret, Erica, you know that. But for lying to me………”
Erica rose from behind her desk, and knelt before Keith’s chair. She crossed her wrists, and presented them to Keith.
“Please forgive me, Master, for lying to you, and this humble slave begs your forgiveness. I have lied to my Master, my owner, and my friend. I have equipped an extensive Dungeon downstairs with everything that you need to use your slave. Please discipline me as you see fit for my transgressions.”
Keith remained silent, and looked down at Erica. She stayed in her position, kneeling on the carpet, her arms outstretched.
“For the offense of lying to your Master, I accept your offer of discipline. You may call in your Maid, Lisa,” ordered Keith.
“Lisa!” called Erica, loudly.
“Mistress?” asked a puzzled Lisa when she entered the library and saw her Mistress kneeling before her guest.
“This is Keith, who was my Master. I have willingly submitted myself to him for a personal reason,” explained Erica, “in the bedroom closet you will find a leather vest, and black jeans that he can wear in the Dungeon.”
“Thank you, Erica,” said Keith.
“Once he has dressed, you may collar and bracelet me, then take me down to the Dungeon for my discipline,” instructed Erica.
“Yes, Mistress Erica.”
Keith rose from the chair, leaving Erica on the carpet. She would remain in this position until Lisa came to get her, to be stripped of her clothes and prepare her to be used.
Twenty minutes later, after Erica had been divested of her clothes in the downstairs bedroom, Lisa was locking a leather collar around her neck.
“Mistress?” asked Lisa.
“Master Keith said that I should ask you the reason why he is about to discipline you.”
“Because I lied to my Master,” replied Erica, “that is the reason why you are going to see your Mistress punished.”
“I have never heard of a Mistress going under the lash.”
“Bind my wrists, place a gag in my mouth and a blindfold over my eyes, and attach a leash to my collar. Then you may discipline your Mistress,” stated Erica.
After Lisa had done what Erica had ordered, her Mistress was pleased that her slave did not take the opportunity to fondle or use her in any way, even though she was helpless and at her mercy. Erica bit down on the rubber ball in her mouth, and tested the cuffs that held her wrists together behind her back.
She felt herself pulled along by a tug on her leash, and obediently followed behind Lisa. Erica had counted the exact number of steps to the elevator, and knew when she stepped over the threshold. She was wearing a pair of modest heels that Keith had ordered locked upon her feet, and the strap chafed her ankle.
When they finally reached their destination in the Dungeon, Lisa removed Erica’s blindfold. The light had been turned way down, and Keith was seated in the throne like chair that Erica had selected because it looked powerful and imposing. Erica was then pushed to her knees in front of Keith, but she held herself proudly in her submission as he had taught her.
“Remove her gag,” ordered Keith.
“Thank you, Master,” said Erica the moment her gag was free of her mouth.
“Do you submit to me of your own free will?” asked Keith.
“Yes, Master,” replied Erica.
“What is your safeword?” Keith asked.
“Hang Erica from the ceiling chain, Lisa, and attach her ankles to a spreader bar,” ordered Keith, “I am going to use her.”
Without resistance, Erica was made to stand, then walked over to the ceiling chain. Lisa unlocked her wrists, and quickly locked them to the chain. A spreader bar was next locked onto her ankles, and then Erica was pulled taut when a motor removed the small amount of slack in the chain.
“Erica is now ready for your use, Master,” said Lisa.
“Thank you, Lisa,” replied Keith as he rose from the chair, a riding crop in his hands.
Keith was wearing the vest and jeans, which Erica had bought for him for a future occasion. She had wanted to surprise him one day; instead they were more suitable for him to wear than the casual clothes that he had worn for just a visit.
“Kiss the crop,” ordered Keith.
Erica kissed the crop handle when it was offered to her, her red lips leaving a small imprint of her lipstick on the leather.
“We now begin.”
Erica was struck with the leather pad that the end of the crop, which slapped against her skin as one stroke after another, impacted against her naked and exposed body. It had been months since Keith had used her last, and she was grateful that it was her former Master that was again using her.
The leather struck her underarms, her breasts, both the outside and inside of her thighs, her sex and her bottom. No part of Erica’s body would escape the crop, and she had resolved that she would not call her safeword either. Just as she had done that climactic time when Keith had told her that she was better suited to be a Dominatrix.
Erica snatched a glance at Lisa, who stood back from Keith, ready to take any of his orders. The expression on her face was one of bafflement. Here was her Mistress, being used right in front of her. Surely this was just part of an incredible dream?
Keith made certain to strike her body in one place with one stroke overlapping another, and then would move on somewhere else. From past experience, Erica knew that this meant that she was in for a through and severe punishment.
“Ahhh!” Erica cried when the leather struck her right nipple.
“Ahhh!” She cried again when the left was struck with equal force.
“Ahhh!” Erica cried when the pad struck between her legs in a metronome like fashion, as Keith swung it from the inside of one of her thighs to the other.
She had entered sub-space, where she felt, but at the same time, did not feel the pain of the crop. Erica had placed herself in submission to a Master, who was now using her as he had done many times before.
Her flesh had warmed by the crop, her mind once again on fire. The same feelings of both pain and pleasure that she had experienced when she had been in therapy and afterwards coursed through her body. She longed for Keith to throw the crop away, unchain her, and then take her on the Dungeon floor. But she knew that he wouldn’t do that, and that brought a tear to her eyes.
“Kiss the crop,” ordered Keith suddenly.
Erica had not realized that he had even stopped striking her with the crop, she had been so deep in thought, the pain forgotten from the session.
“Yes, Master,” cried Erica as she followed his instructions.
Keith reached out, and began to pinch and play with her erect nipples, tweaking them between his thumb and forefinger. Erica felt like gasping each time that he did so, but stayed silent. She knew that she could absorb a lot of use, as she had done before.
“How do you feel, Erica?”
“Then we shall continue with a flogger. Lisa, get me the deerskin flogger from the cabinet,” ordered Keith as he handed the crop to the slave.
Keith ran his fingers through the soft deerskin hide, feeling the strands on his skin. Erica watched, hanging by her wrists, her body still exposed to the next part of her punishment.
Again Erica felt the impact of a deerskin flogger on her flesh, the strands slapping against her skin. She dug her nails into her palms, disassociating her body from her mind.
The brief respite from the crop had left her body soaking in sweat, and she knew that her flesh was red and warm to the touch. The flogging that she was now receiving would only increase the warmth of her flesh.
It was not Keith’s style to insert his fingers into her exposed sex, and Erica knew that the flogging was making her sexually excited and wet between her legs. The first that this had happened during therapy it had shocked her, the association of pain and sexual pleasure together.
When she had served as a slave the mere sight of an instrument like the crop or the flogger would bring her juices flowing. Erica had always wondered if she really had been a Painslut after all, as she had been called many times.
“Ahhhh!” cried Erica after a harsh stroke landed on her Venus mound.
Her whole body seemed on fire, like she was a human torch. She wanted to come again and again, never to stop.
Erica did not know, or care, how much time had elapsed since her session had begun. The entire universe had shrunk to the confines of the Dungeon, and her use by her Master. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed.
“Lisa?” asked Keith.
“Have you ever been in a state called flying?”
“Erica is in that state now, her body is on fire, yet her mind has divorced itself from her body.”
It seemed strange for them to talk about her like she really wasn’t there, but Erica did not answer, wanting instead to remain in her present mental state.
“Take her down,” ordered Keith when he had delivered the last stroke.
Erica could not at first keep to her feet when the chain lowered her to the ground. Keith held her tightly to his body as Lisa unlocked her wrists, then ankles. He carried her over to the bench, and sat her naked form on the leather.
Then he sat next to her, and held her sweat covered and red marked body close to his, whispering things into her ears that Lisa could not hear.
Gradually, Erica returned to her faculties, moving her fingers, arms, and legs. Her chest heaved with each breath, her breasts rising and falling.
“Are you all right?” asked Keith.
“It is now late in the evening, I have to go. Your final use this night will be at the hands of your slave. Lisa has been allowed to take you to bed, which I cannot.”
“Until that time, you will wear a chastity belt around your waist,” calmly said Keith.
Erica was taken to the cell, where there was a small sink and toilet. She was allowed to empty herself, but not touch herself afterwards. Lisa cleaned her bottom and her sex, and then locked the belt around Erica’s waist with Keith watching her closely.
“Very good, Lisa,” complimented Keith.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Lisa held her Mistress as the three of them went back upstairs in the elevator, and Erica was conducted to the couch in the library. She did not touch either the belt around her waist, or her exposed nipples.
The sky was now dark, and Keith changed back into his street clothes. He kissed Erica on the cheek, and then bade good-bye to both Erica and Lisa.
“Are you all right, Mistress?” asked Lisa as she held a glass of water for Erica to drink.
“I was going to say this later, when we are in bed. I am truly amazed by the amount of use that you took. I would have been screaming in pain, begging him to stop. But you took the strokes without calling your safeword.”
“Thank you, Lisa.”
“Do you want me to unlock you from the belt, now that Master Keith is gone?”
“Because he ordered that you were to take me to bed, and not remove the belt until then,” pointed out Erica as she got to her feet, “at least he didn’t put a dildo inside me until then.”
Erica smiled, since the reason that Keith had locked the belt around her waist was so that she wouldn’t be able to sexually relieve herself. Had he placed a dildo inside her, Erica would have cum immediately. Instead, her sex was imprisoned inside steel and leather, forbidden to her touch.
“Are you hungry?” asked Lisa.
“No thank you, I’ll eat tomorrow.”
Erica glanced up at the clock it was now Midnight.
“Let me clean up, and then we can go to bed,” said Lisa.
“That will be fine,” said Erica, as she stood shakily on her own two feet again.
Erica pulled at the chastity belt around her waist, and toyed with the small locks. A lifetime ago, she had interned for a summer at the offices of Vogue in New York. She gazed at herself in the library mirror.
“Mistress?” asked Lisa, “what are you thinking about?”
“This will never make the fall fashion collections in New York,” stated Erica as she modeled her striped and naked body with her sex imprisoned by the leather chastity belt in the mirror, “never.”
The summer following after she had worked at Vogue, she was again working in New York City. Except that she was at the very pinnacle of women’s fashion. A friend of her mother had gotten her a job at Gucci for the summer. While it was true that the fall fashions were already sold, there was the work on the fashions for next spring, since fashion works six months ahead of the calendar.
She had done everything from modeling to sewing, to photo layouts. During that summer, she had been seduced by both a man and woman, and had bedded both. In all, her two summers working in the fashion industry had been interesting, but she finally decided that she didn’t want to work there after all.
But it had certainly been fun for a young woman in college!
It wasn’t until they were in bed shortly afterwards did their laughter subside, as Lisa used her Mistress sexually. Erica sucked at Lisa’s cunt lips, plunging her tongue inside to excite Lisa’s clit at the same time. Her slave moaned and bucked as Erica made love to her, but she did not tap Erica with the crop that she was holding. As if she was afraid to, given the harsh use that Erica had already sustained earlier that night.
The next morning, Lisa released Erica’s collar and bracelets, then sank to her knees in front of her Mistress.
“Mistress Erica, may I say something?” asked Lisa.
“Of course you may.”
“I never really understood submission before. I only thought that I did, and Mistress Judith always backed away from making demands that would truly test me. It wasn’t until I saw Master Keith use you, saw you flying as Master Keith called it after such a harsh session did I really understand what submission really meant. And when you refused my offer to release you from the belt until we went to bed did I understand that your honor and your word were at stake.”
“I promise to obey all of your orders, to truly learn from you. I understand now that this isn’t a game, but very serious business.”
“Thank you, Lisa. Now let’s have a bath and get cleaned up, and plan the future of this House together.”
“Yes, Mistress Erica.”
As Lisa knelt before her Mistress Erica sensed that her slave had meant what she had said. Lisa now held her body tightly, differently that she had before. She was proudly in submission to her Mistress Erica.
The End of “The Challenge” Chapter Eight Part One
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