Janet in Training 01

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.