As Joyce began her preparations for the training session, her thoughts wandered to the significance of now being under the command of slave Tiffany. On one hand she felt anger for Mistress Ellen, who had seemingly forsaken her, on the other she felt contempt at the thought of being subservient to another slave.   She was beginning the night with a bad attitude, something she would regret by the evening's end.

When Joyce arrived in the dungeon, she was met by Master Dennis, who took her to the area where she received her inspection and initial discipline for the evening.   Although she had been hung like this many times,this night the restraints had a new tightness and her body felt like it was being stretched further than before.   It gave her an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach.   As he took in her body, Dennis found the usual imperfection, like a hair not shaved or a finger nail not trimmed and gave her the expected punishment.   But before he had finished, slave Tiffany entered.   She was 5'6" tall, with shoulder length blond hair, pale complexion, an athletic build, and firm full breasts. Both nipples had been pierced and she wore a black leather corset that made her fair skin and hair stand out all the more. Master Dennis asked her to continue the inspection and to be quite strict with this slave since she had been in training long enough to prepare herself properly.   Tiffany's eyes met Joyce's and seemed to burn a hole through her. She walked around Joyce's extended body and let her hands explore the restrained woman's form.   Joyce could feel her own hands tremble and a sweat begin to break out across her chest.   And as much as she tried to prevent it, a warm wetness began to flow from her pussy.  It took a long time for Tiffany to explore all of Joyce's body, then she asked Dennis, how long has this one been a slave. Dennis said, about two months.  Tiffany said nothing, but bent down for a closer examination of Joyce's ass and cunt.  By this time, Joyce could feel her juices running down her inner legs.  She felt Tiffany's fingers touch her thighs, then touch her dripping pussy.  Master, she's soaked, Tiffany said.   Master Dennis said that this had been a problem in the initial training with Mistress Ellen and he had hoped the problem had been solved in training, but obviously it had not.  Slave Tiffany then stood up, putting her face just inches from Joyce's and began a verbal assault.  It's time you learned a lesson in self control, you little whore.  If you thought you would impress me by being hot for me, you were wrong, and you will soon regret it.   A good slave would show respect for her Mistress by showing control, and allow her desire to show only when asked by her Mistress. Obviously, you have no loyalty to Mistress Ellen, or you would have not shown yourself as a whore for me.   She will be informed of your disloyalty. Joyce pleaded for slave Tiffany not to tell Mistress Ellen, but Tiffany would have none of it.

Tiffany began a beating   of Joyce that appeared to have no limits, she began with the ass, then back and legs.   This lasted for nearly an hour.   By this time, Joyce was already weakened, she was covered with sweat, and her hair had become wet and matted.   But the torture was not over yet. Tiffany took a small whip and worked on Joyce's tits.   First she would lick or massage Joyce's breasts, then sting them   with the whip.   She repeated the process time and time again.   With each attack, Joyce's body jumped and pulled on the restraints.   After finishing with the tits, slave Tiffany moved to her ultimate target, Joyce's wet pussy.   She yelled at Joyce that she would have to learn control before she could serve her Mistress and she would be disciplined more severely for every day she failed to show progress.  Joyce weakly replied, yes Mistress.   Tiffany than took a whip with many tentacles from the wall and began her assault on Joyce's thighs and cunt.  She showed no mercy.   While many blows struck the thighs and across the stomach, some were directed to the heart of Joyce's sex. The sting sent shock waves to every nerve ending in Joyce's body.   She was crying loudly, nearly out of control.   Finally, Tiffany grabbed Joyce and yelled, Stop!   Joyce froze and listened as Tiffany said, this is what every night will be like until you learn control and respect for your Mistress. Then Tiffany motioned to Master Dennis to put Joyce into solitary confinement.  They brought her down and nearly dragged her exhausted body to the closet door and laid her down. Tiffany then straddled Joyce's body and said to her, you are nothing slave, you are worthless until you learn the proper respect for your Mistress.  You aren't hardly worthy enough to drink my pee.  Do you think you deserve the chance to drink my golden nectar?   As degrading as that seemed at the moment, Joyce summoned the strength to respond, please Mistresss, let me honor you by drinking your sweet piss. With that, Tiffany moved her pussy up over Joyce's mouth.   In a second Joyce felt the warm fluid hit the back of her throat. She drank it in as best she could.   But then, Tiffany pulled up and stood over Joyce, letting her discharge cover Joyce from head to toe.  When she finished, the door closed and Joyce laid in darkness.  Left to her own thoughts, Joyce began to cry and her tears led her to sleep.

She awoke with a light flooding in the closet where she had been confined for the night.   She could still smell the scent of slave Tiffany's piss that had covered her body, although all visible traces of it had dried up.  Tiffany stood above her and pulled her up.   She again led Joyce to the place where she could be hung and restrained.   All this time Tiffany said nothing.   When Joyce was firmly locked in place, Tiffany said, I want to do something that will leave a lasting impression on you, so you will learn from your mistakes tonight.   So you will receive two blows from the cane. I spoke to Master Dennis and he agreed.   He said one side of your ass is unmarked and that should be given to me.   Joyce could not believe what she was hearing.   That side was to be Mistress Ellen's.   She tried to explain this to Tiffany, but it was no use.   Soon the cane was poised above her, she felt it as it gently tapped on her ass cheek, then it cut into her once, then twice.  She was crying over the pain of the attack, but also crying because what had been saved for Mistress Ellen was now Tiffany's.  This was not how things were to be.  Tiffany then took Joyce down and laid her on the table in the center of the room.   She caressed Joyce's breasts and kissed her nipples.  She said, you will find me to be a fair Mistress and by pleasing me you will be pleasing Mistress Ellen.   Then she got over Joyce and said make me come slave, let me see how much respect you have for me. Joyce had never had sex with a woman, but following the night of torture she had endured, this seemed like the easiest request to honor.   Her mouth quickly sought out her Mistress's warmth.   She probed her hole and her folds, then found the tight knob of Tiffany's clit. Once there she put her whole attention to its stimulation.   Joyce felt Tiffany's hands close around her head, almost pressing her tighter against Tiffany's womanhood.  Tiffany was moaning now, and breathing deeper.   Her stomach wall began to tighten in anticipation of an impending orgasm.   As Joyce sensed it near, she increased her pressure, all inhibitions about lesbian sex were long gone. Then, Tiffany cried out and her body shook over Joyce.   Joyce couldn't keep her tongue on Tiffany as her body lurched, but she felt her face become covered with a sweet warm liquid and she drank it in. Finally, Tiffany climbed off of her head and laid on Joyce.   She kissed Joyce deeply as if to taste her own juices in Joyce's mouth.   She licked the come off of Joyce's face and smiled down at her. Don't worry little slave, she said, I was where you are now once.  In time you will learn your lessons. The effort of your tongue has brought me pleasure.   This I will report to Mistress Ellen.   For now, go to your room and get some rest, it is almost morning.

She was awakened by Master Dennis.   His cock was already across her lips. She eagerly took it in and sucked.   She licked his balls and up and down his shaft.   Then she concentrated on the head and took him deep inside her mouth. In a short time, his sweet come flooded her mouth.  As he pulled out it continued to flow, hitting her on her face, hair and chest. Thank you Master, she said.   With that he was gone.   In time, she lapsed off to sleep again. This time she was awakened by Ellen.   She smiled at Joyce and said, I see my husband has already bestowed a morning gift on you. Come clean yourself. Mistress unlocked Joyce's restraints and led her to the shower.  Joyce's heart was racing at the appearance of Ellen, but she said nothing fearing another disappointment. After bathing, Ellen examined the marks on Joyce's ass.   She rubbed some ointment into the wounds.   You'll not soon forget last night by the looks of these my child.   Tiffany's marks will become part of you as Dennis's had earlier.   I hope you understand the significance of your caning, by receiving these marks, you will begin to realize how important your devotion is to your Mistress.   Then she said, Joyce would you like to touch yourself.   Joyce couldn't believe her ears. But she thought and said, only if that would please you Mistress.  Ellen smiled and said, yes it would please her.   Joyce then slowly brought her hand to her own pussy. With all the stimulation over the past evening it would not take much to bring on Joyce's climax.   Ellen cradled Joyce in her arms and kissed her face.  Joyce could feel her clit almost ready to explode.  Her fingers slipped easily in her hot, wet cunt.   Ellen said, it's almost here child, come for me. Let me feel it.   Come for your Mistress.

Then it hit.   Joyce cried out from the intensity of the climax. Ellen clung to her tightly as Joyce shook.   As she appeared to calm, another contraction ripped though her trembling body.   Then still another.   Tears flowed from Joyce's eyes.   She hugged Ellen like a child hugs their mother. She said thank you Mistress, thank you so much.   Mistress Ellen then said, these are the rewards available when you show the proper respect and commitment to you Master and Mistress.   You learned much from Tiffany tonight, show her the proper respect and tribute and you will please me as well.  By learning from Mistress Tiffany, you are preparing to make the ultimate gift of love to me. Remember that, and let it sustain you.   In time, your soul will be mine.

It had been a most amazing night.   Joyce would not make it to work that day. Instead, she returned home to rest and recover.  Her ass still burned from the caning and   she ached all over from the intensity of Mistress Tiffany's assault. But she thought more about her intimate moments with Mistress Tiffany.   Somehow the taste and smell of Tiffany's sex were burned into her mind.   Feeling the intensity of Tiffany's orgasm stirred a feeling and desire Joyce had never felt before.

As much as Joyce hated slave Tiffany for caning her, she also felt satisfaction that she had pleased Tiffany with her tongue.  She remembered the joy she felt as Tiffany came in her mouth.  Joyce struggled to put these thoughts aside so that she could rest and prepare for the next session. Friday night would be another long night.