Chapter 15: Welcome to Tenerife

The four hour flight to Tenerife South airport is an adventure on its own. It’s the farthest I’ve travelled on my own, and my first visit to a Spanish speaking country. Since I know only five words of Spanish, I’m reliant on people being able to speak English, or understand my school-grade French and German. My sister Rose was concerned about my sudden enthusiasm for this trip, but I convinced her that I’ll be okay. My continuing slide into the kinky world of dominance and submission still causes her some anxiety. However, Rose was mollified when I told her that Mistress Hildebrand has arranged for me to be met at the airport. I’m to be personally escorted to the villa that will be my home for the next two weeks.

The immigration and customs officials at the airport are baffled by my minimal luggage. Most tourists arrive with more than a small carry-on shoulder bag with toiletries and a single change of clothes. Fortunately I’ve been allowed to travel without any symbols of my submission to Mistress Matilda. My Foxglove Hall ear-tag has been temporarily replaced by a silver stud, and my chastity belt remains back at the Hall. The only symbol of my lowly status in Mistress Hildebrand’s household is the innocent looking bronze cuff I wear on my upper left arm. That apparently signifies my status as a slave to all who understand the arm cuff’s meaning. And not just any type of slave, but a sex slave.

My performance at the last Dominas-Kongress had failed to achieve first place mainly because I know only two positions for sexual intercourse ... missionary and doggy-style. Until recently, Mistress Matilda has imposed a regime that kept me sexually needy by ensuring that I’m denied an orgasm. That regime ended abruptly after I couldn’t prevent myself from an explosive orgasm and spraying my cum over several spectators at the Dominas-Kongress. That disgraceful act won a bet between Mistress Matilda and Mistress Claudia. It earned me an eight thousand Euro reward, and even more for Mistress Matilda. Now there is an expectation for a repeat performance at the next Dominas-Kongress in five week’s time. However, that isn’t why Mistress Matilda has sent me here. She expects me to achieve first place in the main competition at the next Dominas-Kongress. To do that, I need to learn and practise having sex in more exotic positions.

After weeks of enforced celibacy while watching others having sex, I’m eager to participate in what Mistress Matilda proposes. My concerns about an unwanted pregnancy are alleviated when Mistress Matilda confirms that only women will be involved in my training. Like every other female employee at Foxglove Hall, I have been prohibited from using contraceptives. Any form of contraception is regarded as a breach of his Lordship’s feudal right to procreate with those in his employ. Of course, the feudal right of procreation was abolished centuries ago, but hiring a lawyer to challenge Master Arthur’s ruling is beyond my means. Even Mistress Matilda, who otherwise governs Foxglove Hall, hasn’t overruled her brother’s demands.

I quickly send text messages to both Rose and Mistress Matilda confirming my safe arrival in Tenerife. I then go looking for my escort. I find her standing near the terminal exit, holding a sign reading ‘Sklavin Laura’. I hope that there are no German tourists among the passengers off my flight from London who will understand that the sign means Slave Laura. I quickly join my escort. At least she has the decency to lower the sign as soon as I identify myself. I’ve arrived looking like any other tourist, wearing a short-sleeved blouse and jeans. My cardigan and overcoat ... essential in chilly England, but superfluous here ... are slung over my arm.

“I’m Señorita Maria. Follow me, Slave Laura,” says the middle-aged woman in excellent English.

As soon as Mistress Hildebrand had agreed to train me, I’d been briefed on the manner in which I’ll be treated here. Mistress Matilda ensured that I understood and agreed to the terms and conditions attached to this ‘holiday’ before I left Foxglove Hall. I confess that a few of those terms make me nervous, but I’m already deeply committed to this lifestyle. Allowing women I don’t know to fuck me is a major step down the path I have chosen.

Señorita Maria leads me to a small dark green van parked in a quiet corner of the car park. A male driver is sat in the cab waiting for our arrival. Señorita Maria takes my bag, cardigan and coat, and places them in the cab behind the driver’s seat. She escorts me to the rear doors of the van and has me climb in. Before me is a short, fully enclosed compartment with a battered foam mattress covering the floor. An overhead light suddenly illuminates, presumably activated by the driver in the front cab. The compartment is less than five feet high, so I must kneel or sit. Señorita has me sit down facing the driver’s cab. Then she opens a panel above my head and lowers a metal collar and chain. Before I fully comprehend what is happening, Señorita locks the collar around my neck and tests the amount of play in the chain. The other end of the chain is fastened to a sliding device running along a rail stretching the length of the compartment roof. Moments later she leaves the compartment and shuts the doors. I hear her board the passenger side of the cab. The overhead light go out almost immediately.