| Janelle Finds Her Calling: Chapter Three Dear Reader, I apologize for going so slow. I meant this chapter to speed things up. Any advice? Any suggestions? Anything else that might make it more arousing? "Here's how the game works," Birkita said. "We'll ask you some questions, and if you don't want to answer them, you are required to dare Maeve to cut off your clothes. You cannot hesitate more than a few seconds. Hesitation results in added penalties at the end of the game." Birkita paused to let the words sink in. Janelle felt her excitement swell inside of her and at the same time she experienced a feeling of dread. If it were Catherine speaking to her this way, she would merely melt into submissive obedience. These were girls, young girls who needed a babysitter. Yet Janelle felt like the one who needed a babysitter. Her shyness kept her from assuming any kind of authority. She preferred to be controlled by other women. Janelle nodded her head in understanding; since her vision was taken away she started to understand how much these girls were in charge. The complicated feelings swirling around inside seemed to sharpen her senses and added a level of arousal she had never felt before. She made a decision right then to submit to the girls, as a way of paying tribute to Catherine. "A couple of other things," said Birkita. "From now on you must vocalize your consent. It's 'Yes, Ma'am' whenever myself or Maeve addresses you. Is that understand?" Janelle hesitated, letting Birkita's words sink in. "Well, well little girl, you have earned your first added punishment," Birkita said firmly, snapping Janelle to attention. "I asked you if you understood." "Y-Yes, Ma-ma-Ma'am," Janelle blurted out meekly, causing Maeve to laugh loudly. She tried to stifle the giggles, but it was no use. Maeve was having way too much fun. She was getting such a thrill out of the situation. "You will need to speak up, little girl," Birkita chastised. "We want you to be the perfect pet for us. Now, do ... you ... understand?" In a matter of milliseconds, Janelle mustered all her strength to answer quickly and concisely, "Yes, Ma'am!" Birkita stepped up to Janelle and began stroking her hair. "That's so much better," she said. "Now you're being a good girl." Janelle found herself moving her head into Birkita's body, allowing herself the feeling of comfort and protection. She actually curled the corners of her mouth up and even shed a tear of joy. Maeve stood up on the grass behind the chair, finally able to compose herself. She placed her hand on Janelle's shoulder in a reassuring manner. Janelle rubbed her cheek on Maeve's hand. "OK, let the game begin," Birkita announced, stepping away. Maeve remained where she was. "Question number one. Have you ever masturbated?" Janelle's heart sank. She had always been uncomfortable talking about intimate things like sex and here they were, leading off with such a question. Janelle braced herself, closed here eyes behind the blindfold and said, "Yes, Ma'am." Birkita smiled and Maeve had to squelch a giggle. "Good girl but I'm afraid you waited a bit too long," Birkita said. "That's your second added punishment. We're doing this for your own good. We want you to be responsive in a timely manner from now on in whatever we ask of you." Janelle felt chastised and was determined to do better, no matter what the question. She simply did not want to lose her clothes, even if they were kidding about that. "Question two: when was the last time you masturbated?" "This morning, ma'am," causing Janelle even more waves of embarrassment combined with such heated arousal. She could feel beads of sweat forming all over her body. "Question three: Who were you thinking about when you masturbated this morning?" This was too much. She was thinking about Catherine, of course, and the girls probably already knew that. Still, she could not bring herself to say the name aloud. "I dare you to cut my clothes off," she blurted. Maeve threw her fist in the air and beamed at Birkita. They both knew how innocent these questions were, yet they mortified Janelle. The girls knew they were in complete control. "I'd love to take that dare," Maeve said. "But I'm going to do you a favor instead and get rid of these things you call shoes. I'm taking the socks too." Thus the questioning continued until Janelle, still blindfolded, either paused or dared herself naked. Even information she refused to indulge ultimately came to light. Imagine as she had her clothes slowly cut away by Maeve: Janelle's embarrassment, humiliation and arousal. Tied, naked and now without any useful clothing of her own, 14-year-old Janelle was essentially under the control of her 10-year-old "babysitters." She was at their mercy and had to follow their strict orders. Next: Janelle gets a new name and discovers something courageous about herself. All that information she gave to the twins also comes to light. |