La Chatte Heureuse Pt. 05 Ch. 13-18

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Part Three: New Year

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Chapter 13: Day Six, 27 December

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I report to Madame Melody's suite a few minutes earlier than arranged, and wait for Drippy to finish cleaning the bathroom. Madame Faye has invited Madame Melody and Drippy to join us in the dungeon this morning. Of course, an 'invite' from Madame Faye should be viewed as an order. Madame Melody certainly doesn't have the nerve to refuse.

Although it isn't customary for a member of the Slave caste to engage in a social dialogue with a mistress other than her own, Madame Melody seems determined to draw me into a conversation.

"Drippy tells me that you are a university student," says Madame Melody.

"Yes, Madame," I reply. "I'm in my final year of study for my degree."

"And what do you intend to do after that?"

"I haven't decided yet, Madame. My degree will enable me to pursue several different careers, but I can't say that any one career has more appeal than the others at the moment. I intend to investigate what opportunities are available when I'm back at university."

"Have you considered continuing your studies towards a higher degree?" probes Madame Melody, echoing something I mentioned to Drippy while we were working in the staff kitchen. Drippy has clearly been talking to Madame Melody about what we discussed.

"I'm not sure that I have the finances for another two years of study, Madame. My part-time work for Madame Lash pays some of the bills, but without a scholarship or sponsor, I simply couldn't afford the cost."

"Would Madame Faye be willing to help you? You two seem close, and it isn't as though she doesn't have the money."

"She's already spent a lot of money in paying for my membership of La Chatte Heureuse, Madame," I reply. "I wouldn't feel right in asking for more. Besides, how would I ever repay her?"

I don't add that Madame Faye has problems of her own at the moment. Fortunately our discussion is brought to an abrupt end by the arrival of Drippy.

We leave Madame Melody's suite only to find a slave is busy cleaning some spilt food from the floor in front of Madame Melody's door. At first glance it looks as though someone knocked over a serving trolley laden with crockery and the remnants of a party feast. I'm torn between stopping to help, and obeying Madame Faye's instructions to return promptly once Madame Melody and Drippy were ready. When I see one of the slaves is a distraught Naylene, I decide to risk Madame Faye's wrath and help my sister slave.

"What happened here?" I ask.

"I was assigned to clear away the leftovers of a late night party in Suite Fourteen," says Naylene. "As I was leaving the suite, a pair of mistresses came rushing out of Suite Eighteen and collided with my trolley. They knocked everything over, and shouted at me for being in the way. Apparently they are going to report me to Madame Stephanie."

Madame Stephanie is one of the staff mistresses in overall charge of Slave caste members while they are on the island. Although I have only spoken to Madame Stephanie a few times, I wasn't aware that she involves herself in minor accidents like this. However, I can understand why Naylene is worried about the unidentified mistresses threat. While any mistress can punish a slave for a misdemeanour, only Madame Stephanie or Madame Rebecca can authorise punishment for something as trivial as 'being in the way'.

"Did you identify which mistresses made the threat?" I ask.

"No. I didn't recognise them. It all happened so fast, I didn't have time to read the names on their necklaces."

I console Naylene as best I can while helping her to clean up the mess. My own problems add to the situation when Madame Faye enters the corridor and promptly gives me a black mark for disobeying her earlier orders. I know better than to complain about the unfairness.

I leave Naylene to complete her task, and follow Madame Faye towards the dungeon in building E4. Madame Melody and Drippy follow close behind. This is the final day that the dungeon is officially closed, so unsurprisingly Madame Faye decides to make the most of our exclusive use of the dungeon.

"We shall settle that bet, Melody," says Madame Faye once we are inside the dungeon. "Then we can attend to delivering the punishments Tessa and Drippy deserve."

"Um... Okay," replies Madame Melody. "How do you propose we settle the bet?"

"You shall place Tessa in bondage, while I shall do the same to Drippy. Then we shall have them race each other across the dungeon. If Tessa finishes first, then I win the bet."

"Alright. What are we using to bind the slaves?" asks Madame Melody.

While the dungeon contains plenty of devices for restraining slaves, few of the restraints can be used away from the device to which they belong.

"I asked the staff to leave a plentiful supply of rope in one of these cells. I presume you can remember what Nicole taught you last time?"

Madame Melody doesn't answer the question and instead goes to check if the rope has been delivered. She finds what she's looking for in one of the cells. Madame Faye has rarely used rope when restraining me, but I don't doubt her ability to perform an effective rope tie. Whether Madame Melody can do so remains to be seen. At least I won't be expected to free myself beyond giving me the ability to move. This could be an interesting challenge and I'm under no illusions about the consequences should I fail to win. From what Drippy told me about what happened last time, even a draw would result in Madame Faye punishing me severely.

The mistresses agree a ten minute time limit to complete the bondage, which is to be done beyond the view of the other. That means working inside one of the cells, which doesn't leave much room for moving about. By agreement, both Drippy and I are to strip naked before being bound. That will avoid our clothing getting in the way. I don't know how Drippy feels, but I'm torn between being excited and nervous.

Madame Melody sets to work quickly, and I soon realise that she isn't the novice at rope-work that Drippy lead me to believe. My arms are quickly immobilised behind my back in a chest tie that squeezes my tits. She then proceeds to restrain my legs, forcing me into a squatting position. By the time she's finished, I'm not even sure how I'm going to leave the cell. Fortunately Madame Melody helps manoeuvre me out of the cell and positioned on the starting line. I look across at Drippy who has been bound in a standard hogtie. She lies on her stomach with her ankles raised behind her, roped to the back of her hair. Like me, her arms are bound behind her. However, in her case, her arms are straight whereas mine are folded behind me.

"I can see that you've been practising your rope work, Melody," chortles Madame Faye. "This should be an interesting race. Are we all ready?"

Racing while bound like this is an exhausting experience. I can only waddle forward in a squatting position. I fall over several times, and getting back up is a major task in itself. I occasionally get a glimpse of Drippy who is torn between wriggling like a worm, or turning sideways and rolling over and over. Neither option seems better than the other, and we both remain neck and neck for most of the course.

The race is finally decided when the other end of the rope binding Drippy's ankles slides free of her hair. Suddenly she can straighten her legs and stand upright. She doesn't hesitate to do so, and quickly hops her way over the finishing line. I'm still three or four metres short of the line. It's a close race, but there's no doubt about the winner. The pair of us are released from our bonds, but only Drippy is allowed to dress.

"Well done, Melody. I concede defeat. We can discuss settlement of the bet later. Now I must punish Tessa for the black marks she earned yesterday, plus the six black marks she's just acquired for failing to win that race."

I could argue that Drippy only won easily because Madame Faye didn't fasten the rope properly, but that's only going to earn me more trouble. I keep my mouth shut. Madame Melody rewards Drippy by waiving the punishment she would otherwise have received now. The pair of them leave Madame Faye and me alone while I endure twenty strokes of whatever implement Madame Faye desires.

"The 'A' frame, I think," says Madame Faye. "Face the frame."

My limbs are shackled to the frame and a ball gag placed in my mouth. Last time I was like this, Madame Faye didn't really punish me. I don't think I'll be so lucky this time.

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Chapter 14: Day Ten, 31 December

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The last few days have passed in a blur of activity. My arse has fully recovered from the paddling it received after losing the bet. Fortunately the punishments over the last few days have targeted other areas of my body. Madame Faye gave me the option of being allowed two days free of punishments, but I declined to take up her offer. The sex we enjoyed after the paddling was some of the best we have enjoyed do far. There was no lingering ill feeling despite the wounds to Madame Faye's pride, and probably her purse. I certainly don't hold any grudge against Madame Faye for what was the harshest punishment I've endured to date. I'm aware the two mistresses have agreed how the settle the bet, but neither Drippy nor I are privy to what they decided.

Madame Faye and I have refined the routine we established after we arrived on the island. I'm woken at the same time each morning by a small electric jolt through my collar. Ablutions and breakfast are at set times with very little variation. Only after I have cleared away breakfast does our daily activity differ from one day to the next.

Now that the dungeon in the Slave caste quarters has reopened to everyone, Madame Faye and I have switched our daily bondage and punishment sessions to the early evening. The competition for use of the dungeon equipment was getting too fierce during the morning and afternoon. Even Madame Faye can't override the 'first come first served' rule regarding the use of the dungeon equipment, and getting up two hours earlier isn't an acceptable alternative to Madame Faye.

By now I'm accustomed to receiving at least five black marks each day, invariably for the most trivial of reasons. Both Madame Faye and I know that the black marks are just an excuse to do what we wanted to do anyway. I must trust Madame Faye to keep the punishments within my boundaries of endurance, and so far she hasn't let me down. She's only twice drawn blood during a punishment, and that was entirely by accident when I made an involuntary movement at a critical moment.

As the days progress we introduce more restrictive forms of bondage during our sessions. Sometimes the bondage is simply to restrain me while Madame Faye uses a paddle or whip. More recently the bondage has been a punishment in itself, although never to redeem a black mark. The black marks against me can only be erased by corporal punishment. While the nature of the bonds can be quite inventive, they are ultimately simple tests to restrain my limbs and watch me attempt to move about. It's a game inspired by the race between Drippy and me, and is surprisingly good fun. My struggles arouse both of us to the point that we can't resist bringing each other to a mind-blowing orgasm. While I would accept being locked in a dungeon cell overnight, Madame Faye doesn't impose such a punishment.

While I've been excused from helping the other slaves prepare food and decorations for the New Year's Eve party tonight, I'm required to help clear up in the morning. That means we don't have to reschedule today's evening session in the dungeon, although it might not leave much time for me to recover afterwards. Despite Madame Faye's best efforts to reduce any lasting signs of her punishments on my body, I've several bruises and welts that will take a week or more to fade completely. In recent days she's confined her punishments to areas hidden by the white slave dress I usually wear when we are among larger groups.

Although I'm not the only slave on the island displaying the after effects of punishment, Madame Faye doesn't want me to gain a reputation for being a punishment junkie. To some extent the buttercup symbol on my collar makes my liking for punishment common knowledge, but there's sense in not advertising my perversion any further. There will be times when I'm on the island as a general slave and at the disposal of any mistress. Not all mistresses are proficient at delivering punishments that don't lead to injuries and scars. I appreciate Madame Faye's consideration even though it means my back has received more than its fair share of attention in recent days.

"Only four black marks today, Tessa," says Madame Faye as we head towards the dungeon.

We have the dungeon to ourselves tonight. That's probably because most people will be preparing for the New Year's Eve party. Madame Faye has arranged to share a table with Madame Violet and Madame Melody. Slaves don't get to sit at tables, and we must stand or sit on the floor throughout the night. Other than the slaves on duty, the rest of the Slave caste are free to party.

"When did I last punish you on the soles of your feet, Tessa?" asks Madame Faye.

"Three days ago, Madame," I reply, not looking forward to a repeat. Last time I couldn't walk unaided for several hours.

Madame Faye has me lie on my back with my legs together, feet in the air. Apart from the pain of the punishment, the worst part is keeping my legs in position. It's one of the hardest punishments to endure without making involuntary movements. Madame Faye could bind my legs together, but she insists that I endure my punishment unaided by bonds.

Fortunately Madame Faye chooses a paddle rather than a cane as the instrument to deliver the punishment. Hopefully that will mean I can walk about at the party, albeit with some lingering soreness. Contrary to malicious rumour, Madame Faye isn't a sadist, although labelling me as a masochist would be fair comment. Fortunately very few members understand the meaning of the buttercup symbol on my collar, so very little malicious gossip is targeted at me. I've always known of my liking for being in bondage and receiving punishment, but the degree that I've accepted both over the last ten days has been an eye opener for me. Under Madame Faye's guidance, I have expanded my boundaries for tolerating both bondage and punishment beyond what I previously thought possible. However, I accept Madame Faye's advice that I don't broadcast my perversion to the world at large. Even within the relative safety of La Chatte Heureuse, there are those who would abuse my dark preferences for their own malicious purposes. In the outside world, my perversion is a recipe for being drawn into a sordid underworld of sex and debauchery. I'm not so naïve, or swept up in my lustful thoughts, to disregard the extreme danger I could be in if my sexual persona is not carefully managed.

I meet up with Drippy and Pixie before we head into the party. Like me, they are both assigned to the cleaning up duties in the morning. The party is a lively, festive affair, with plenty of singing and dancing. That's notwithstanding that there are no alcoholic drinks served. My own participation is limited by the soreness in my feet following Madame Faye's punishment. She again demonstrated her ability to deliver the right strength of punishment that is effective, but not so debilitating that I would need to miss this party.

"Has Madame Violet agreed to renew your slave contract?" I ask Pixie.

"We are negotiating some of the finer details of the contract, but she has agreed in principle to take me on as her house slave. I'll be moving in with her as soon as I can cancel the lease on my current apartment."

"What about you, Drippy?"I ask. "What happens when you and Madame Melody leave here?"

"I'm not entirely sure. When we came here it was simply to be as friends on a holiday, playing mistress and slave. But I think we've discovered there's more to our relationship than simple friendship. We've agreed to explore ways to introduce a more dominant-submissive regime into our living arrangements. I'm not sure how that will be achieved, but I'm looking forward to the experience."

As midnight approaches, the party reaches a crescendo. Drippy, Pixie and I have joined several other slaves in playing a peculiar balloon race where the balloon is moved by hitting it with our tits. It's a lot of fun and it draws a large audience. There are plenty of umpires ready to call foul if any other part of the body is used, sending the offender back to the starting line. Pixie's generous tits are an advantage as she has a bigger area to use as a bat. My more modest firm tits are not so helpful and I frequently get sent back to the starting line. Nevertheless it's incredible fun and my sore feet are quickly forgotten.

Madame Faye collects me sometime after midnight and we crawl into our beds not long after. For once, Madame Faye doesn't shackle my ankles to the bed frame. I'm unsure whether that was a deliberate omission or forgetfulness due to tiredness.

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Chapter 15: Day Elven: 1 January.

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I quickly work through my early morning duties so that I can report to the Administration building by nine-fifteen. I agreed to meet Drippy and Pixie by then so we can commence the messy task of cleaning up after last night's party. When Madame Faye and I left the party last night the room was in a total mess.

Madame Faye takes her breakfast in bed and then announces that she intends to have a lie in. That at least postpones the task of cleaning up the bathroom until later. I obtain her permission to leave the suite, and I dash along the freezing cold pathways between the accommodation and administration buildings. Even though I'm five minutes early, Drippy is already waiting by the reception desk. Pixie joins us a few minutes later. Madame Nicole is on duty by herself. Presumably everyone else is taking the opportunity for a lie in. With no arrivals or departures scheduled for today, and all the seasonal festivities concluded, I suppose everything will be returning to normal by tomorrow.

"There are supposed to be five of you," says Madame Nicole, after we've been waiting for five minutes. "I'll get you started and then I'll track down the missing pair."

Madame Nicole runs through a list of tasks for us to complete and she shows us where the folding tables and chairs are to be stored. It's a daunting task ahead of us, but delaying any longer isn't going to achieve anything. Yet again I find myself organising our work.

I set Drippy to clearing up the rubbish while Pixie collects the crockery and glasses ready for washing. I busy myself using a bucket and mop to clean up the various sticky messes on the floor. Fortunately the flooring is made of an industrial grade vinyl, so it cleans up relatively easily. Madame Nicole returns ten minutes later.

"The other two slaves are unwell and unfit to help you," says Madame Nicole. "I've arranged for one of the staff slaves to assist you. Slave Elise should join you within the next ten minutes."

Sure enough, Elise soon arrives to help us. After a quick introduction to each other, I explain to Elise how we have divided the work in the expectation that she'll take over as our coordinator. However she declines to do so, and simply asks me what task I want her to do.

"Can you take the crockery and glasses to the kitchen and start washing them," I say to Elise. "I'll come and help you as soon as I've finished mopping the floor."

Having assigned Drippy and Pixie to finishing clearing up the room, I go to help Elise in the kitchen. As usual, the monotonous routine gives us plenty of time to talk while we work. I remember Elise from my time here last summer, although we had relatively little contact.

"Do you like working here on the island?" I ask.

"Oh yes," she replies. "I initially came here as a bondage slave for a five week stay. By the end of my stay I had decided to apply for one of the administration jobs the club was advertising at the time. Did you know that you're the only member of the Slave caste whose initial visit to the island was longer than mine. That makes you something of a celebrity among the staff."

"Really? It doesn't feel like I get celebrity treatment."

"Well the staff mistresses don't make it obvious, so you probably didn't realise it. For example, you and Madame Faye were allowed to use the dungeon in the Slave caste quarters during the four days it was closed."

"Surely that was approved as a favour to Madame Faye," I reply.

"No it wasn't, although that's how it was made to appear. Madame Faye has more influence here than other visiting mistresses, but there's a limit on how often she can bend the rules. Madame Monique only authorised use of the dungeon over those four days as a favour to you."

"Why would Madame Monique bother granting me any favours?" I ask. "Surely she's far too busy running La Chatte Heureuse?"

"You're right. Madame Monique has a busy work schedule. But don't underestimate the work you save her by keeping Madame Faye entertained and out of everyone else's way."

I'm bemused by Elise's revelation. I suspect that Madame Monique's approval was driven more by the desire to keep Madame Faye content than any desire to please me. Nevertheless, whatever Madame Monique's motives, I'm glad that she approved our use of the dungeon.

"I think that's being unfair on Madame Faye," I say. "From what I've seen, it's the other mistresses and ladies who stir up trouble."

"Hmm... Madame Faye has certainly been less pushy since she met you, but before that her arrogant behaviour caused a lot of friction. There are still those among the Slave caste who cancel their stay here if they discover Madame Faye will be in residence. But I agree, there are some mistresses who seek revenge for past insults."

"You said you first came here as a bondage slave," I say. "That must have been hard to endure for five weeks."

"It was, but I set myself a challenge and I'm pleased that I did. It has been a life changing experience for me. I'm far happier working here than I would have been otherwise."

"Do you get to experience being in bondage if you work here?"

"Oh yes. Madame Rebecca was my first true mistress. She and I still have regular sessions in the dungeon when we get the chance. We haven't had much opportunity over the last couple of weeks as we've all been busy. Things should quieten down from tomorrow onwards when members start leaving the island. Mid January through to the end of February is usually very quiet, so the staff will have time to take a break."

The four of us make good progress in restoring everything to its usual state. We finish around midday, and Elise offers to find one of the staff mistresses to inspect and confirm that our work is done. Madame Rebecca returns with Elise and makes a thorough inspection. After what Elise told me about her relationship with Madame Rebecca, I start noticing how the two of them react together. There's nothing obvious in their behaviour, but the casual touches and little smiles at each other confirm that there is a bond between them. On reflection, I've seen similar behaviour between Madame Melody and Drippy. Even Madame Violet and Pixie occasionally touch each other playfully.

It makes me consider the depth of the connection between Madame Faye and me. Do we share secret smiles and casual touches? If we do, then I'm not consciously aware of it. We certainly touch each other during sex, but I don't recall Madame Faye ever touching me intimately while we've been in the dungeon, or while I'm carrying out my chores. What we have is more like a business transaction than a romantic relationship. We both benefit from the arrangement without creating an emotional attachment to each other. In fairness, Madame Faye warned me that she was not going to get emotionally involved in a relationship with me.

Madame Rebecca escorts Drippy, Pixie and me back to our respective mistress's suite. She thanks each mistress for allowing her slave to help with the festivities, and she confirms we have discharged our duties satisfactorily. It's the closest to a 'thank you' the three of us are going to get.

My first duty once I'm alone with Madame Faye is to prepare her lunch. That's soon followed by the chores I didn't complete this morning. I manage to grab something to eat in between tasks.

By arrangement, Madame Violet and Pixie come for afternoon tea. They are leaving on tomorrow's boat, so this will be my last chance to talk to Pixie. She's still bubbling with excitement following Madame Violet's agreement to renew Pixie's slave contract. They seem to have sorted out all the details, and they only need to pull it all together in a document. I invite Pixie to keep in touch with me, but I think we both know that may not be practical once we are away from the island. The future of my own relationship with Madame Faye is unclear at the moment. While I offered to serve as Madame Faye's slave somewhere else for the two weeks we agreed, she seems hesitant to take up my offer. Without knowing more about her family issues, it's impossible for me to assess the likely impact on our future.

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Chapter 16: Day Elven: 1 January.

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Madame Violet and Pixie visit for nearly two hours, during which time Pixie and I are made to perform like pet dogs. While Madame Violet and Pixie seemed to enjoy the game, I found it pointless and demeaning. Nevertheless, I carried out the commands I was given without complaint. It was only when Madame Faye cuffed my wrists behind me, and placed the open-airway bondage hood on me, that I felt comfortable with the game the two mistresses were playing.

"Two black marks for not showing more enthusiasm for Madame Violet's game," says Madame Faye after Madame Violet and Pixie have left.

That makes five black marks I've earned today, two of which were simply because I wasn't available to make Madame Faye's morning coffee. The fact that she was the one who had offered my services to help with the club's festivities doesn't matter. As usual, arguing the issue would only attract more black marks, which my already sore body won't appreciate.

We go across to the dungeon at six o'clock. The dungeon is usually deserted at this time of day, but not today. Madame Rebecca and Slave Elise are busy in what seems like an intense bondage session. Elise is completely naked apart from her leather bondage corset that locks her arms close to her sides. I can't help admiring Elise's athletic body as she entices Madame Rebecca with some very seductive gyrations. Her movements are obviously having a powerful effect on Madame Rebecca who is busy fondling her own tits and cunt.

"Good evening, Rebecca," says Madame Faye, more to alert her to our presence.

"Good evening, Faye," replies Madame Rebecca, only briefly stopping what she is doing.

"I'm going to punish Tessa on the frame over here, but afterwards we can have some fun together with our slaves if you want."

"Yes, I think that would be an excellent idea," replies Madame Rebecca.

Even though Madame Faye has suggested that we join Madame Rebecca and Elise is some undefined activity afterwards, Madame Faye doesn't ease up on my punishment. I'm bound and gagged facing the 'A' frame, and Madame Faye selects one of her favourite whips. I brace myself for a gruelling session.

"One, Madame. Thank you," I mumble through the gag as the first stroke lands on my arse.

As usual, the effect of the whip is painful, but I sense that it hasn't caused more than a red mark on my arse. Madame Faye regards drawing blood as a failure of her skills, so she is always careful with both her aim and intensity of the stroke. She also knows my limits so she never hits me hard enough to risk me using my safe-word.

By the time we complete the tenth stroke I'm struggling to make the count. That's only partly due to the pain in my arse, which feels like it's on fire. My difficulty in counting is due to the saliva in my mouth, which is dribbling down my front like a waterfall. Fortunately, Madame Faye has brought a towel with her today. As soon as she frees me, I set about drying myself. My wide collar inhibits my ability to turn and examine my arse. From what I can see, all the welts from the whipping are parallel to each other, and none crosses over another. My arse is bright red, although I don't need to see it to know that.

"That's a remarkably accurate set of strokes," observes Madame Rebecca when she accepts Madame Faye's invitation to view her handiwork.

My moment of freedom is short lived. As soon as I hand back the towel, my wrists and ankles are fastened to short spreader bars. The one holding my wrists eighteen inches apart is clipped to the rear ring of my control collar. I look towards Elise, whose arms remain restrained by the short chains attached to her leather corset. Like me, her ankles are fastened to a short spreader bar. I've no idea what game the two mistresses intend to play. Despite my burning arse, I realise that I'm okay with what is happening.

Strap on cocks are fastened in place on Elise and me before we are taken to opposite ends of the dungeon. Our respective mistress then turns us to face each other, before blindfolding us.

"Simple game, Tessa," whispers Madame Faye in my ear. "You follow my directions as I guide you towards Elise. Once you reach her, your task is to overpower her and push your cock into any of her holes. She will be trying to do likewise. The first one to ram her cock home wins the game. The loser gets to spend the night in one of these cells."

This is clearly a game Madame Faye and Madame Rebecca have played before as they don't waste time discussing rules... not that there seem to be many.

With both mistresses continually shouting directions from our starting positions, it soon gets very confusing as to which orders are directed at me. Nevertheless, Elise and I collide with each other after a minute or so of meandering about. We're now supposed to try and overpower each other, which proves exceedingly difficult to do. Both of us can only waddle about and our hands are all but useless. We are about the same weight, so neither of us can simply push the other over. I'm stuck for ideas about how to proceed.

"One of us is going to need to concede defeat and accept the punishment," whispers Elise in my ear as we futilely try to push each other over with our bodies.

"Are you offering to submit, or are you asking me to surrender?" I whisper back.

"Your choice," replies Elise. "But if you end up spending the night in a cell, I'll arrange for Madame Rebecca to let me join you for the night."

It's the most bizarre invitation for sex I've ever received. I find Elise attractive, but thoughts of sex with her hadn't really registered in my mind. Being on the staff of La Chatte Heureuse put her off limits... or so I thought.

"Do you think the mistresses will object if we fake an end to the game?"

"I think it's something they expect," replies Elise. "Otherwise we could be doing this for hours until one of us collapses from exhaustion. There's no way either of us can penetrate the other with the cock without her compliance."

I had previously wondered whether I was going to be spending a night or more in the dungeon cells during this visit. As much as I appreciate my bed in Madame Faye's suite, I've always been open to experiencing harsher treatment. A night in the cell would pamper to my fetish for bondage and punishment.

I fake a stumble and sink clumsily to the floor. Although neither of us can see each other, Elise and I are close enough to enable Elise to end up on top of me. I make a weak attempt to struggle free before lying meekly while she rams the cock into my moist cunt. She thrusts back and forth a few times while I let out pathetic mewling sounds. I'm careful not to allow the erotic moment to push me into an orgasm. I'm not in a rush to receive additional punishment for coming without permission.

"Slave Elise wins," declares Madame Faye. "That's a night in a dungeon cell for you Slave Tessa, and a black mark for an unconvincing acting performance."

"Hmm. Don't be too harsh on Tessa, Faye," says Madame Rebecca. "She at least saved us a tedious wait while the pair of them resolved their battle. And I'm sure it was Elise who suggested throwing the match, so I think she also deserves a night in a cell."

I momentarily worry that Madame Rebecca means for us to be locked in different cells. While I'm okay with being in a cell on my own, Elise's promise to spend the night with me would be the icing on the cake. Clearly that won't be possible if we locked are in separate cells.

I needn't have worried. Our blindfolds are removed and our limbs released from the bonds. I'm left wearing the leather harness, while Elise remains in the bondage corset, albeit with the arm bindings unfastened. We are both lead to a cell which has two bunks, one above the other. A small night light is the only illumination in the cell, presumably so the camera high on the wall can monitor us.

"We'll have some food delivered to you in an hour," says Madame Rebecca. "Apart from that, you'll be on your on until morning."

"Sleep well, slaves," adds Madame Faye. "And no more than three orgasms tonight, Slave Tessa."

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Chapter 17: Day Twelve, 2 January

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My night with Elise proved every bit as exciting as I wished it could be. I'm not sure how often Elise gets to have sex, but she seems to know no bounds once she's aroused. The top bunk in our cell didn't get used once. Despite the narrow width of the bunk, the pair of us spent most of our time entangled in each other's arms. My sore arse from Madame Faye's punishment is quickly forgotten as my arousal takes control of my body. Although Elise must be a year or so younger than me, she knows far more about lesbian sex than I have experienced before. Not only is our constant play in numerous positions arousing, it educates me on the best ways to perform sex with a woman.

Throughout the whole experience my emotions run wild. Lust and desire push away thoughts of being considerate to Elise's needs, and concern for her well being. I simply want her to drive me wild without expecting anything in return. Surprisingly she does exactly that. Her hands running over my body and into my intimate parts keep me on a constant high. As soon as it looks like I'm coming back down to earth, she drives me back into a state of absolute lust. Her actions tip me over the edge into one orgasm after another. Madame Faye's limit of three orgasms is wilfully ignored, much to my shame.

When I finally regain some sense of normality I suddenly feel guilty. Not simply for ignoring Madame Faye's limit on the number of orgasms I can enjoy, but for not ensuring Elise was benefiting from our union in equal measure.

"I'm perfectly happy with what we did," laughs Elise in reply to my confession. "I get just as turned on from seeing you writhing under my control as I do if you fucked me the same way. If you want to make amends, then you can suck my pussy and tongue my arse."

Sucking pussy is something I've done before, but shoving my tongue in another person's arse is new territory for me. But I owe Elise a favour, and I came to La Chatte Heureuse to experience new things. I set to work on her pussy, which is sopping wet from her arousal. She wasn't lying when she said she was turned on by what we did. Then she turns around so that I can bury my tongue in her arse. I am tentative at first and the taste and smell initially puts me off. But I persevere and before long I'm driving her towards an orgasm of her own. Her eagerness at my assault on her arse banishes any distaste I have, and pushes me to delve deeper into her rear hole.

It must be the early hours of the morning when we eventually fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms. The time of day is impossible to measure inside the dungeon. Consequently I've no idea how long I've been asleep when Elise wakes me for more sex. This time our coupling is more gentle, although we don't spare the other from multiple orgasms before we are done. We then fall back into an exhausted sleep which is only disturbed when we each need to use the potty.

We are released from our cell by Madame Rebecca around nine o'clock in the morning. I'm escorted back to Madame Faye's suite where I'm promptly put to work catching up on the tasks I would have done earlier had I not been in the cell. Madame Faye pretends to be annoyed about having to make her own breakfast, but I sense she's only putting on a show.

"And how many orgasms did you achieve while you were in the cell?" asks Madame Faye.

"I didn't count them, Madame," I reply sheepishly.

"Which suggests that you disobeyed my order and had more than three. Is that so, Tessa?"

"Um... yes, Madame. I'm very sorry, but I couldn't help myself."

"A likely story. So how many black marks do you think you've earned? Let's say one black mark for every three orgasms over the three that I allowed you."

"Um... One... maybe two black marks... I don't think it was as many to deserve three, Madame," I reply.

"A likely tale. I think four black marks are justified. Don't you agree, Tessa?"

"If you say so, Madame."

"Indeed I do say so, Tessa. You will need to work harder on your obedience to your mistress's orders if you are going to live the submissive lifestyle. I presume that is still your intention?"

"Oh, yes, Madame. I won't disobey you again."

"Don't make promises you aren't likely to keep. Besides, I can't be your mistress much longer. We leave here in two days and we both have busy lives. You will need to find a more accessible mistress. I'm going to be overseas a lot in the coming year, so this may be our last chance to be together for quite some time.

"What about our agreement over summer. I can't afford to repay you in cash for my club membership fee."

"You can thank Madame Melody for solving that problem. She decided that I must settle the bet we had by waiving the residual amount you owe me. I agreed to her terms, so after we leave here you will have no further obligation to me. However, that is in two days time, so until then rest assured that you will remain under my thumb the whole time. Now get to work."

"Yes, Madame. At once."

I set to work while mixed emotions run through me. I have learned so much under Madame Faye's supervision; both about my own personality, and the art of living in a dominant-submissive arrangement. However, watching the interaction between Madame Melody and Drippy, as well as Madame Rebecca and Elise, I realise that Madame Faye and I only share a mutually beneficial business arrangement. Whether our relationship could develop into more is something Madame Faye is clearly disinclined to explore. I'm not in a position to push her to continue our liaison. If she's waiving my residual debt, then there's nothing binding us together.

Madame Violet and Pixie departed this morning so we spend the afternoon visiting Madame Melody and Drippy. They will be leaving on the same boat as us. I at least get the chance to thank Madame Melody for relieving me of the debt I owed Madame Faye. I phrase my words carefully, as I don't want to give the impression I'm ungrateful for everything Madame Faye has done for me.

"Has your stay here helped your relationship with Madame Melody?" I ask Drippy when we are sent to the communal kitchen to wash the dirty dishes.

"Yes, I think so," replies Drippy. "We've agreed to apply some aspects of our lifestyle here to our real life living arrangements. I guess we will need to make adjustments as we go along, but I'm hopeful we are taking a step in the right direction. What about you?"

"When we leave here, Madame Faye and I will be going our separate ways for the foreseeable future. Perhaps permanently. I'm still trying to decide how I feel about that."

"Well that buttercup symbol on your collar should help attract a new mistress. I presume you will be coming back to the island later in the year?"

"That's my intention. Probably in mid July. I met a save called Jessica last time I was here, and we promised each other we would come here together for a week. I guess I'll need to forfeit the fortnight's free stay as a chattel slave now that Madame Faye has released me from my debt."

"You sound as though you intend to cancel your La Chatte Heureuse membership once your current subscription expires."

"I would like to remain a member, but I'm not sure that I'm going to be able to afford the renewal fee. I suppose that depends on whatever job I can land once I graduate."

"Well I hope it works out for you. You've helped Melody and me so much, I'm sure Melody would help out in any way that she can. She has plenty of business connections if you need a referral for a job."

"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind. Now, we had better be getting back to our mistresses. Madame Faye will be wanting to take me down to the dungeon soon."

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Chapter 18: Day Fourteen, 4 January

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It's with a certain degree of sadness that Madame Faye and I must depart today. I complete the usual morning routine with the exception of the laundry. That will need to wait until we reach our respective destination. Although I brought a regular top and jeans to wear on my return journey, I ask Madame Faye if I may wear the leather harness I wore on the inbound journey, and return it to her later. My reason for doing so is purely selfish. I want to hang onto the erotic sensation it provides as long as possible. To my surprise, she tells me that the harness is mine to keep, so she doesn't care if I wear it under my coat. I also get to keep my collar, although she promises to unlock it before we check out. I've already discovered that it is all but impossible for me to remove it on my own.

I reflect on how Madame Faye's and my relationship has developed over the last fortnight. We have spent a lot of time discussing and agreeing several important issues. We both accept that neither of us feel a romantic attachment to the other, but agree that our time together satisfies a carnal need in each of us. We have promised to keep in touch, although I am not sure that we will. The family problem she alluded to before will apparently require her to spend extended periods with her mother in Europe.

To some extent I'm now left to develop my fetishes on my own. Which I suppose isn't entirely true. Madame Lash still employs me on a casual basis to advise and encourage her new submissive clients. I've learned a lot from her. And I've several new friends and acquaintances at university with compatible fetishes to my own. A few of those friends may offer new channels to develop my kinky lifestyle. If Madame Faye is correct, then even my room-mate, heterosexual Leigh, has shown herself to be willing to help.

While I put on my leather harness, I chicken out and wear my regular clothes over the top. That's partly because of the bitterly cold weather, and partly to avoid any awkward revelations at the other end when I remove my coat. Madame Faye and I board the boat with the others who are departing today. The boat is full, which means about half of those who were on the island over Christmas and New Year will now have departed. We find a pair of seats behind Madame Melody and Drippy. Although we are officially no longer labelled by our caste, it is hard to make the transition so quickly. Madame Faye and I keep up a light casual conversation with the others. It at least avoids renewing any difficult discussions about our future liaison. I'm not completely happy about what we ultimately agreed but I'm in no position to insist on more. I still feel obligated to repay the debt I owe Madame Faye, despite her insistence that nothing further is due. I lost that battle and I suppose I'll accept it in time.

We all leave the boat and pile onto the bus. The road is partially blocked by snow so the journey is slow and uncomfortable. We arrive in town about forty minutes later than scheduled. By the time our phones and electronic devices are returned to us, I have only ten minutes before the arrival of the train I'm due to catch. I barely have time to say farewell to Madame Faye and the others, although they also seem eager to be on their way. A few have arrived in their own car while others will have friends meeting them, like my friend Dana did last summer. The rest of us will have bus or train connections to make.

I reach the station with a few minutes to spare, only to discover my train is running fifteen minutes late. At least it gives me a chance to buy some food from the vending machine. My journey back to university is trouble free once the train arrives.

Most students won't be returning to the dorms for another couple of days. However there are still twenty or so students in residence when I arrive around eight o'clock in the evening. I'm taken by surprise when I find Leigh is already in our twin room.

"Hi, Leigh. I thought you were holidaying with your boyfriend and his family until the end of this week," I say.

"Hi, Tessa. Yeah. I was until New Year's Day. Then we had a row and we split up. I came back early to get over it."

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"I'm over the worst of it now, but I'm swearing off men for the time being. How was your holiday at that Sapphic island resort? I hope you have plenty of photos to show me."

"I really enjoyed myself but I can't show you photos. Cameras and the like are prohibited on the island."

"I don't believe you. Give me your phone."

I hand over my phone in order to prove the absence of holiday snaps. I completely forget about the selfie I took of me wearing my harness in this dorm. It takes Leigh all of five seconds to find it.

"Wow! You look hot in that outfit. And it's taken in this room. Was that what was in the package that arrived before I left?"

"Yes. It's one of Mada... Faye's creations," I reply, doing my best to avoid blushing.

"Do you still have it?" asks Leigh enthusiastically.

"Um... Yes... I'm actually wearing it under my clothes."

"OK. Strip. This I insist on seeing as compensation for no holiday photos."

Something inside me reacts to the authoritative way Leigh is talking to me. She has no right to demand that I strip, but I don't waste a second in doing so. She looks at me like I'm a belated Christmas present.

"And how often did you get to wear this outfit?" asks Leigh, coming close and running her hands over the leather straps. My insides start to heat up as an arousal builds.

"Every day. I wore a pair of lacy panties and a lace corset when I was in the suite, but I wore this harness every time we left the rooms. Except when I was naked, of course."

I'm not sure why I added the last sentence. I've always been careful not to come on to Leigh to avoid embarrassing her, and now I'm openly flirting with her.

"And what else did you wear? Surely you didn't go around flashing those perky tits of yours all holiday."

"I haven't had anything covering my tits until I left the island this morning," I say with a hint of defiance. "The only other thing I wore all the time was a collar."

Leigh is always self conscious about her tits, even though I think they're something she should be proud of showing. Leigh continues to examine my harness and casually touches me elsewhere. My reaction must encourage her to get more intimate with her touches, and she must know that I'm getting aroused.

"And what about the collar. Do you still have that?"

Things develop rapidly from there. I throw caution to the wind and produce the latex and steel collar from my bag. Needless to say, Leigh insisted I put it on, and she's only too happy to assist me in doing so. Alarm bells should have rung in my mind when she starts bolting the rear ring in place, making it impossible for me to remove the collar on my own.

Her discovery of the collar's control device pushes our friendship into completely new territory. I suspect her sudden sexual interest in me is going to be a three-day-wonder. She will soon overcome her loathing of men, but for the moment she's filling a gap in my emotional needs as we transform into mistress and slave. When she has me eat her pussy I do so with absolute glee. I'm not sure what will happen if and when she asks about the buttercup symbol on my collar, but I can't wait to find out.

[The end]