Chapter 2: Introduction to Discipline

The next day's beginning could not have been more surprising for Janet. She had slept deeply in her jail cell, and so had Tiffany. Janet had rolled over bed, finally coming awake.

Abruptly she realized where she was and what she had seen the previous night. Janet felt the collar around her neck, and the chain leading to the wall. Just for emphasis she pulled on the chain which had no effect. There was nothing that a naked girl could do against the implacable nature of steel.

"Good morning," greeted Tiffany as she stretched her arms and rubbed her eyes.

"Are we allowed to talk?" asked Janet.

"Sure, the lights are on. From the way we've slept, I'd say it was ten, maybe eleven in the morning. It's hard to tell when you're locked in a dungeon."

"What happens now?"

"Andrea will come by and release us so we can bathe and eat. I'm starved," answered Tiffany.

Janet had to take some time to assimilate all this.

"You've been reading too many cheap novels. We're not going to kept in the dungeon all day long," said Tiffany.

As if on cue, Andrea arrived at that moment. She again wore her rubber Maid's uniform, except that today's was red instead of black. Her ankle chains from the previous night were gone, and Janet noticed that she was wearing a pair of spike heels with a leather strap that was locked around her ankles. She held a set of keys, and in no time both Janet and Tiffany were freed from their chains.

The three women then went upstairs in an elevator, one clothed in rubber, two naked. Once upstairs, Andrea showed them to the bathroom where both took baths and cleaned themselves. For the first time in her life, Janet did not feel self-conscious as she attended to herself in the presence of another girl who was as naked as her. Janet and Tiffany each took turns soaping the other, and Janet had a close look at the marks on Tiffany's skin. Not only were there fresh marks, but older ones as well.

When asked, Tiffany shrugged off her marks. She had worn them for too long, and the novelty had ceased.

"When you're marked, you really can't wear any revealing clothes, so buy something that will cover up well! Whip marks are a little hard to explain these days!" exclaimed Tiffany.

Once both women were clean and dry, Tiffany knelt on the floor. She motioned for Janet to do the same. Tiffany placed her hands behind her head, and spread her knees far apart. Janet copied her every move.

After a few minutes, Andrea appeared. She saw that both girls were ready, and she unlocked a cabinet. From there, she produced a series of leather objects. Tiffany's turn came first, and Janet watched as she was collared. Then her wrists and ankles were encased in leather bracelets. Next, Andrea produced a pair of leather spike heels that must have been five inches tall that she locked on Tiffany's feet. Finally, while Tiffany was standing, she locked a leather belt around her waist, then pulled a leather strap between her legs and locked it in front with a small padlock.

Janet did not understand the purpose of the last device until she was locked into the same outfit as Tiffany. Once she was wearing a collar and bracelets, and the strap pulled between her legs did she realize that it was a chastity belt!

"It's always the new girls that are the most sex starved," said Andrea, "That's why you will wear a chastity belt. Can't have you girls getting off during training."

Both girls stood in silence.

"I don't want to find you touching or kissing. If you do, you'll be wearing a dildo inside that belt, and maybe one up your behind also. So behave, sluts," cautioned Andrea.

Andrea fed them both in the kitchen, and Erica seemed to have vanished. After breakfast, both girls helped Andrea do the housework. They made the beds, washed and vacuumed the floors, and did the laundry. It was the very picture of domesticity, except that Janet was naked and she had to be careful with every step while perched on the heels!

Once lunch was over, Andrea announced a break. Tiffany asked if they could go outside, and Andrea granted her request.

Feeling very naked, she trailed behind Tiffany as they walked outside in the garden.

"How can you go outside?" questioned Janet.

"Would you rather be chained in the dungeon?" answered Tiffany.

"But suppose someone sees us!"

"Not too likely. The walls are very high, there are no trees nearby that someone might climb, and Erica is a very private and wealthy person. Anyone taking her on might be risking their life," replied Tiffany.

Following Tiffany's lead, Janet stayed on the cobbled walk. She didn't want her heels to sink into the soft ground.

"Tiffany, why are you a slave? You're drop dead gorgeous and could get any man you wanted. I'd kill for good looks like yours?"

"Beauty," answered Tiffany, "can be a blessing or a curse. The only men I meet in life are selfish pricks that think only of themselves. I even met one guy that wanted me to be a prostitute! I feel relieved of responsibility when I'm a slave. And that's just fine with me. Here, you'll find you have a clear role to play. And you'll enjoy doing it!"

"Can we go inside?" asked Janet.

"Why, we just go out here."

"I've got to find Andrea to let me out of this belt. I've got to go to the bathroom!"

"Sure," answered Tiffany.

Once inside the house, both girls were allowed to attend to their toilet. Then they cleaned the Mansion some more.

"I guess this place stays pretty clean," Janet observed.

"It does when you clean it every day and you have slave girls eager to do your bidding. I wonder just how many other Mansions in Connecticut have naked slaves to clean house," answered Tiffany.

During the afternoon, Janet had been working with Andrea. She helped the maid with the housework without complaint, and she noted that Andrea always had a riding crop nearby. Janet thought that it was to be used on her, except that Mistress Erica had not yet whipped her first. Working naked next the Maid was a humbling experience, and Janet wondered just what would happen next.

"Mistress Erica wants to see you in the library," said Andrea, after glancing at the clock.

"Thank you," answered Janet.

In the high heels, Janet had to walk carefully to the library. Even though she had been summoned to see Mistress Erica, it was still new to Janet.

Janet knocked on the door, not certain of what to expect. Why would Erica want to see her now?

"Come in, Janet," said Erica.

Janet entered the library. Erica was seated behind her desk and a small table and chair had been set up in the library since she had been there in the morning.

"You wanted me, Mistress Erica?" asked Janet.

"Yes. Be seated," ordered Erica, "in the chair."

Not certain of what was happening, Janet seated herself before the small table. On it was a white legal pad, and a black ballpoint pen.

"Do you know why you are here?" Erica questioned.

"No, Mistress."

"Good. It is not enough that you just want to be my slave. I have to find out why, and so do you," said Erica.

Janet remained silent; not understanding what Erica was talking about.

"Just saying that you want to be my slave, or even submitting to my whip, is not enough. I have to discover why you want to be a slave. Therefore, I want you to begin to write all of your most intimate details. I have to know your family history, your sexual relations, your thoughts about being naked and seeing Tiffany whipped. Everything."

"Mistress, I don't understand?" Janet asked.

"I have to know why you want to be a slave. There are important reasons why I have to find out psychologically why you want to submit to a Mistress."

"I can't, Mistress," Janet answered.

"If you cannot bare your soul to me on paper, then you will be unable to do so under my lash. You will be automatically rejected as being unsuitable. Is that what you want?"

"No, Mistress."

"Then I shall leave you alone in the library for the rest of the afternoon. When Andrea returns, I expect to see several pages about you and your life, about why you are here. If you cannot do this, then you will make an unsuitable slave," said Erica as she rose from the desk.

"Mistress, is this for your protection?" asked Janet.

"No, Janet. It's for your protection so that you don't make a serious mistake," Erica answered as she closed the library door.

With the sun's rays warming her skin, Janet picked up the pen. Janet hesitantly began to bare her soul on paper as Erica had ordered, and it was the hardest thing that she had ever done.

After dinner, both girls were left chained in a room together. Their collars were locked to ringbolts in the walls, keeping them apart. The chastity belts had been removed, and Janet had felt horny all the time that she had been wearing hers.

"Well at least we're not gagged," observed Tiffany, "at least I've got somebody to talk to."

The door suddenly opened, and Tiffany fell silent. Andrea walked though the door, still wearing her red rubber Maid outfit. Janet idly wondered if she would ever get to it.

"Well, ladies. Erica is waiting. Now stand!" she ordered.

Both girls quickly got to their feet, but Janet stumbled due to her unfamiliarity with the high heels that were locked onto her feet.

Standing silently, Janet watched as Tiffany's hands were first locked behind her back. The collar and bracelets that they both wore had numerous rings in the shape of a "D", which Janet assumed were used to attach them to whatever their Mistress desired.

Andrea then produced a gag, but of a different type. This was a more elaborate affair than the simple one that Janet had seen the day before. She watched as the gag was first buckled at the back of Tiffany's neck, and then a chinstrap came next. Finally, with her nose surrounded by two straps that joined at her forehead, a single strap was pulled backwards that was joined to a buckle from the main straps.

"It's called a ball gag trainer," said Andrea.

She next produced the same kind of blindfold that Janet had worn the previous night.

"Your turn, sweetie," said Andrea.

Janet shivered with anticipation as she opened her mouth and the ball was inserted, forcing her jaws apart. She tried to fight the invader, but her wrists had already been joined behind her back. The gag was soon in place, and she squirmed when Andrea buckled it at the nape of her neck.

Next, she was blindfolded, as was her companion. Then she felt herself being unlocked, and pulled towards Tiffany. She felt Andrea attached a chain to her collar, then the additional sounds of chain being attached. Probably to Tiffany's collar.

Then she felt a tug on her collar chain, and she followed. She guessed that Andrea had chained them both together, and was walking them both with Tiffany leading.

Her steps were slow and deliberate, given the heels that she wore. Taking baby steps was essential to avoid falling.

Janet shivered with anticipation as she wondered what would happen to her. Erica said that she herself would ask to be whipped. In fact, she had already done so in asking to be punished instead of Tiffany.

Once in the dungeon, their blindfolds and gags were removed and Janet saw Erica again. Her eyes widened when she saw that the woman was dressed entirely in a red rubber outfit with a matching pair of high heels. Around her waist was a belt that cinched her middle tightly.

"Well now, girls, ready for another night of fun?" Erica demanded.

Janet did not know what to do. This was her second trip to the dungeon, and she was not sure what she was supposed to say. She looked over at Tiffany, who stood in silence. Unlike Janet, she was not even shivering in her chains. She was evidently quite used to being in the power of another woman.

"Yes, Mistress," Tiffany answered, "please punish me harshly."

Following the lead of her companion in steel, Janet decided to venture an answer of some kind.

"Yes, Mistress, please discipline me for the first time so that I may know your whip," said Janet.

"Good. I trust that you both will be good little slave girls. Now Janet, come over here," ordered Erica.

Andrea had unlocked her collar from Tiffany's, so that Janet was free to walk. Even if it meant stepping carefully in the five-inch heels. She stood in front of Mistress Erica with her head bowed, seeing how the red rubber Catsuit clung to every curve of her beautiful body.

"Bend down, in fact, get on your knees," Erica ordered.

Janet did as she was instructed. She knelt in silence at the feet of her Mistress.

"Do you, Janet, agree to accept your training as my personal slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," Janet replied.

"That you agree to accept whatever form of confinement that I may order for you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And that you accept whatever form of punishment that I may decide for you, no matter how painful or tormenting?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And that you will accept whoever I may decide to yield the whip in my place, should I desire someone else to punish you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And finally that you agree to keep your mouth shut about any and all activities that you may engage in here, upon penalty of expulsion or worse?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"First you may kiss one of my shoes lovingly, for you now belong to me," stated Erica.

Janet did so, kissing the red shoe. All she saw of her Mistress at that point were her two red shoes with high heels.

"Rise then, Janet," commanded Erica.

Janet rose from her knees, and wondered what would happen next.

"There is now one more that you are going to learn as my slave. Should you ever be punished beyond your capacity for pain, you must plead for mercy. Any responsible Mistress will heed your plea. Do you understand?" asked Erica.

Janet nodded yes in silence.

"Good, now for your first discipline with me," said Erica.

Janet was led by Erica who pulled on one of the D rings on her collar to another dungeon. This was through one of the walls of the first room, which was really just a false wall. This one was similar to the other, except that it had a steel cage in one corner. Was Janet to be locked in the cage?

Janet suddenly noticed a metal chain hanging from the ceiling. Erica pulled Janet over to the chain, and unlocked the bracelets from behind her back, then to the ceiling chain. Janet realized her position. Here she was, naked and chained in the middle of a dungeon with her arms over her head. Every part of her body was exposed! Last night she had seen Tiffany marked. Now it would be her turn.

"I said yesterday that you would be the one to ask me to whip you. After a while of hanging here, you will ask me to whip you when I return."

Janet was in no discomfort. Surely the Mistress must be joking!"

"However, it does get more interesting," said Erica.

Erica than walked over to a panel hidden in the wall. She steadily darkened the lights in the room until there was nothing left but a bearable gloom. Then Janet felt the chain holding her wrists go taut, and Janet began to rise from the floor to the point where by straining her heels could just reach the floor. Her leather wrist cuffs creaked with the strain, and Janet's body was pulled tight.

"Mistress," cried Janet.

"Surely you don't hurt that much already now do you?" Erica asked.

Janet twisted while suspended from the floor, her wrists and shoulders bearing all of her weight for the first time.

"Now why don't you hang there for a little while since I can't neglect Tiffany. You can yell, scream, howl as much as you want. I won't gag you just yet, not till you've been trained like Tiffany. After you've hung like this for a while you can ask me to whip you. And I'm sure that you'll be grateful for it."

"Thank you, Mistress," said Janet as Erica walked away.

Janet heard the door close, and she was left alone in the darkened dungeon. She twisted slowly around, and her feet strained to reach the stone floor. She watched the room go by, seeing all of the devices in the gloom. She knew that they were all designed for one purpose: in inflict pain and suffering.

There was little for Janet to do. She tried to pull herself up so that she could grab the ceiling chain, but she lacked the strength to do so. She could make herself turn slowly by trying to reach the floor, and that was all. Janet heard her leather cuffs creak from the strain. Somehow Janet didn't think that they would somehow break and set her free.

Her wrists and shoulders soon began to hurt, and all she could do was try and reach the floor. All that did was to stretch her nakedness even further.

She heard the click of heels. Was Erica coming back to check on the condition of her charge? If so, then Janet would gladly ask to be whipped. Surely no girl could bear to hung like this for a long period of time!

"Mistress Erica asked me to check on you. Do you like being suspended?" questioned Andrea.

"Andrea. Please let me down?" meekly asked Janet.

"You know I can't do that. Mistress would cut us both to ribbons if I did that. Besides, you took your oath. You have to learn your new place as a slave girl."

"I guess you're right," Janet answered.

It still didn't make her plight any easier to take.

"Still, I did come here for a purpose. And I have no desire to be whipped on your account."

Janet wondered just what Andrea had been sent in here to do. There was certainly nothing that Janet could do to escape!