Part One: A Day in the Life

Thursday June 4, 1998

When Janet finally awoke, Stephanie was gone from her bed. Stephanie’s bedroom was nicely furnished with a large bed, dresser, small desk and chairs, and an attached bathroom. Stephanie had used Janet the previous evening, first in the library then the bedroom. Janet lay beneath the sheets, which were a mess from their lovemaking. Feeling her skin, Janet was sticky from her sweat and juices from herself and Stephanie, and she desired a hot bath.

Around her neck was locked a leather collar, with matching bracelets on her wrists and ankles. The collar was chained to a ringbolt set in the wall above the bed, so Janet would not be going anywhere until she was released.

Janet fingered the stripes on her naked body, remembering how during the last week that they had been administered by both Stephanie and Camille. She traced the red marks, wincing when she found a tender spot.

Today was the seventh day of her service to Stephanie, Monday.

"Good morning, Mistress Janet," greeted Camille as she stood in the doorway.

"Good morning, Camille," Janet answered.

"Your week is up, Mistress," stated Camille, "time to release you. Your vacation is over."

Janet stood up from the bed, and Camille first released the collar chain. Then she unlocked the collar, wrist and ankle bracelets. For the first time in seven days, Janet was free of the instruments of slavery. She rubbed her wrists, and looked at herself in the mirror.

Naked, her body was clearly marked from her week in slavery to Stephanie. She saw the marks that the whip and crop had left behind. Her breasts, stomach, thighs, and bottom all bore the marks that she had been used again as a slave.

"Your bath is waiting, Mistress," said Camille.

"Thank you, Camille."

Janet followed Camille to the bathroom, where she had already drawn a steaming hot bath, with soapsuds floating in the water. Gingerly, Janet stepped into the bath. She winced at the hot water, but gradually lowered herself into the steaming bath. The hot water made her wounds sting and smart, but it felt good and sensual in the scented water. She lay back in the tub, almost ready to go back to sleep.

“Ahh, that feels good, Camille, thank you,” said Janet as she sat back in the steaming tub.

"You have a busy day planned, Mistress Janet. And Mistress Stephanie is waiting downstairs with breakfast," pointed out Camille.

"Yes, thank you."

Janet was bathed and pampered by Camille. Her sweat was washed away, her skin treated for the marks of the whip. Her hair was washed and set, her nails trimmed and polished.

Then Janet was dressed for the first time in a week, having worn only the collar and bracelets. She put on her panties and bra, and applied perfume between her breasts then behind her ears. Janet then put on a blue business suit, and finished by applying a red lipstick and a light rouge on her cheeks.

Janet looked at herself in the mirror. While she had been a slave just an hour before, she now looked like any career woman. Except she wondered just what most people might think of her career!

"You look very nice, Mistress Janet," complimented Camille.

"Thank you, Camille. It was a pleasure being here for my vacation, and being used by you and Mistress Stephanie. Except that next time, you can use the crop on me more firmly. I won't break," advised Janet.

"I'll remember that next time, Mistress. Breakfast is waiting."

Janet led Camille downstairs, and they went into the dining room. Stephanie had a glass of orange juice in front of her, along with an open copy of the Times.

"Welcome back, Mistress Janet," said Stephanie, rising as she kissed Janet on the cheek.

"Thank you, Stephanie," replied Janet as she kissed her friend back in return.

"Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes, Mistress," stated Camille.

"Thank you," replied Stephanie.

"Pour yourself some juice, Janet. So, did you have a nice time here on your vacation?" Stephanie asked.

"Yes," answered Janet as she poured a glass of juice from a tray on the table and seated herself, "I was just telling Camille that she could have used the crop on me a little stronger."

"You certainly have a strange way of taking a vacation, Janet. I know of no other Domme who asks to be a slave for a week. I may ask Blanca to use me sometimes, just so that I don't forget what the whip feels like. But to be a slave again for a whole week! Sometimes I think that you enjoy being a slave more than a Mistress!"

"Really," Janet answered, "I'm sure that my slaves would beg to differ, the way I use them."

"Just so long as you enjoyed yourself," said Stephanie.

Camille, who had prepared a breakfast of omelets, home fries, bacon, toast, and coffee, interrupted them. She served the two of them, then withdrew to the kitchen.

"Mmmm, I'm hungry," said Janet.

"Yes, getting used does wonders for the appetite," observed Stephanie.

"I lost five pounds this week, Stephanie. You really should run a diet center," commented Janet.

"That's an idea, except I wonder if any of the commercial diet centers would let me use a riding crop," laughed Stephanie.

"I don't think that the FDA would approve," replied Janet.

Janet and Stephanie both broke out in laughter together. For a week, Janet had served Stephanie as her slave, in all of the often solemn and serious aspects of slavery. But now Janet was again free, and they laughed and chatted like two good friends.

They made small talk as they ate, consuming breakfast quickly. Just yesterday, Janet had been serving Stephanie. Today, she was restored to being a Mistress again. It felt a little strange wearing clothes once again!

Janet drank one cup of black coffee after another, enjoying the hot bitter taste as it went down her throat, warming her. It was nice, Janet thought, to be served, and not have to serve.

"Thank you Camille," said Janet when they finished, "that was very nice."

"You're welcome, Mistress," answered Camille as she began to clear away the dishes.

Both women rose from the dining room, and Janet followed her friend into the library. Stephanie seated herself behind the desk, and Janet took a chair. How often the two of them were in the library together.

"How does it feel to be leaving?" asked Stephanie.

"Great. Ask me that when I get home," Janet answered.

"What has Tina been doing for the last week while you were here?"

"Entertaining her parents. I paid for them to fly in, gave them a tour of New York City, a Broadway show, and so on, so Tina has been very busy," stated Janet.

"That's very good of you," said Stephanie.

"Thank you. Tina is now my assistant so I think that it's the least I can do for her, don't you agree?"

"Yes. I'm sure that they might have a different view of you if they knew how you used their daughter," laughed Stephanie.

"Quite," Janet answered.

"What else is on the agenda?"

"Paperwork, interviews, reports. Plus I have a report due at my job, so I want to get that done today,” stated Janet.

"Janet, I don't know why you want to work," pointed out Stephanie.

"I want to keep busy, I don’t just want to be one of the idle rich. No, my job gets me out of the house, gives me something to do, something to look forward to.”

"Just so long as you like it,” answered Stephanie.

"Well, I have to be going," said Janet as she looked at her watch, and rising from her chair, "thanks again for the vacation."

"Any time," Stephanie answered.

Janet and Stephanie both rose, and walked to the foyer. Stephanie handed Janet her purse and car keys, then opened the front door. It was June, and already quite hot, so even a light jacket wasn’t necessary.

"Have a nice day, Janet," said Stephanie.

"Thank you," said Janet as she kissed her friend.

Janet's Miata convertible was waiting at the landing, and she got the keys from her purse. She opened the door, seated herself, started the car and drove off. Revving the engine, Janet enjoyed the sound of the exhaust. Stephanie opened the gate for her, and Janet drove out into the street.

‘Why go home?” Janet asked herself, ‘I’ve been in chains all week, I want to drive!’

Janet pulled over to a parking lot and removed a scarf from the glove compartment, and tied it over her hair. Inside was also a pair of sunglasses, and then she removed her cell phone from her purse. She called Tina to say that she was going for a short drive, and to hold lunch.

“Okay Mistress,” Janet said aloud, “let’s drive!”

Pulling out of Greenwich, Janet found her way onto a country road where she could open the car up, and she enjoyed the sound of the exhaust and the wind blowing onto her face. Never breaking the speed limit (in her position as a Domme, the last thing she wanted to do was to call attention to herself) Janet drove fast and hard.

The car, a red Mazda Convertible, had been a gift from one of her slaves. Jessica had recommended a friend of hers, Helen, to Janet two years earlier. Janet had trained her, but she was never sure if the woman had even liked being a slave. Until one day when the car was delivered to her house! Janet had accepted the car, and kept it registered for only six months during the year. It had displaced the Toyota in the garage, which now stayed outside.

After enjoying a nice drive, Janet aimed the car for home. It would be nice just to keep driving, without a care. But Janet Davis, Dominatrix, had responsibilities to fulfill. Just as Stephanie would now be sitting down to her paperwork, Janet would have to attend to hers. Tina would have her complete schedule. Slaves to be trained, reports read, interviews. Janet had discovered that the life of a Domme was a busy one!

Tomorrow, Janet and Jessica would be attending a fundraiser in Greenwich for a new cultural center. Janet, being a member of Greenwich society, had made a contribution, and was now expected to make an appearance.

To give Janet a cover in Greenwich, Jessica had arranged a part-time job for her at one of the companies that she owned stock in at their corporate offices at a nearby office park. Janet was now a woman of means, who owned an estate, and had a job also.

Actually, Janet thought to herself, it was good putting a suit on again, and going to work a few hours each week. She had an office, and a secretary, and put to use the skills and experience that she had gained from her own work experience. Janet had remembered the advice that Erica had given her, and had taken it.

Janet swung her car into her driveway, and punched the button for the gate. She drove inside, and up to her landing. While Janet may have been on vacation, she didn't have any bags when she was serving Stephanie as a slave.

"Mistress Janet," greeted Tina as she opened the front door.

"Tina."

"Did you have a nice time at Stephanie's?" asked Tina.

"Yes, Tina," Janet answered as she entered the foyer, and Tina closed the door behind her.

"Your schedule in on the desk in the library, Mistress."

"Thank you, Tina," said Janet.

On top of the printed schedule was a greeting card, Janet opened it, and found it was a thank you card from Tina's parents. When Janet looked up, she saw that Tina had entered the library and was looking at her.

"Did you and your parents have a nice time?" Janet asked.

"Yes, Mistress, thank you. We had a wonderful time. But how did you get those tickets to that show? They've been sold out for months," said Tina.

"Let's just say that someone in that theatre happens to be my slave, Tina."

"Thank you, Mistress," Tina walked over and gave her Mistress a hug and kiss.

"You're welcome, Tina."

"Mistress, can I show you something?" asked Tina.

"Sure."

"During your vacation, I was cleaning the paneling here in the library, and I found something," said Tina.

"What was that?"

Tina walked over to the wall, and began to knock at the wood. She banged away, until a section sounded different than the others.

"It's hollow, Mistress. Like there's something behind the wood," suggested Tina.

"You're right, Tina," said Janet.

Janet banged away at one section at a time, and established the boundaries of the open area within.

"Interesting," mused Janet, "in the movies, there's usually a catch somewhere."

Janet pressed away at one spot and another, and finally her efforts were rewarded when the paneling clicked open.......(cont)