Chapter 4: Tessa. Saturday Week 1

Lady Raewyn doesn’t seem surprised at the message I relay from Lady Jane. Clearly she had already been told about her turn on duty, and Lady Jane was just reminding her. Whether that was out of kindness towards a newcomer, or an act of one-upmanship is difficult to determine.

By now it is six o’clock. The sounds of other ladies moving up and down the corridor indicates many must be returning from whatever they have been doing during the day in order to freshen up for the evening’s activities. I’ve no idea what activities those may be. The brochure simply said that those of the Ladies caste were left to organise something between themselves. There’s a large lounge and an adjacent dance floor shared between ladies and mistresses, or ladies can use some of the rooms in the recreation building if they prefer something sexual.

My own situation with Madame Nadia and Lady Raewyn is finally turning into something more intimate. Raewyn breaks the ice by coming up behind me and placing her hands on my exposed tits. Nadia simply watches agog as Raewyn plays with my nipples.

“Madame Nadia suggested that we put these on you,” says Raewyn, reaching into the bag of sex toys.

Lady Raewyn produces a pair of nipple clamps, each fitted with a small bell to the end. I don’t protest as Raewyn proceeds to fix them to my nipples. She then jiggles my tits so that the bells make a tinkling sound. Madame Nadia is frozen with her eyes firmly locked on my nipples. I strongly suspect that Nadia had nothing to do with suggesting that I wear nipple clamps, but the sight of them clearly arouses her. She’s like a floodgate ready to burst.

Lady Raewyn proceeds to remove my top, such as it is. Her hands then roam over my torso in a way designed to arouse me and tease Madame Nadia. I sense what game Raewyn is playing. She’s trying to draw Nadia over her self-imposed barrier, and encourage her to actively engage in some intimate play. I sympathise with Nadia’s restraint. Away from this island, I would also be hesitant about participating in anything sexual with strangers. However, I’ve overcome that mental barrier, and I’m up for some rough play.

Lady Raewyn’s hand finds its way inside my pants. For the moment she leaves my skirt and panties in place. However that doesn’t stop her from teasing my nether lips. Finally Madame Nadia has had enough of sitting idly to one side, and she walks over to me. She cups my tits with her hands, and gently kisses me on the lips. Her kiss quickly develops into something much more passionate. I’m suddenly torn between Raewyn’s devilish attentions between my legs, and Nadia’s insistent assault on my mouth and upper body. I surrender myself entirely to the assault on my body as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

Over the next ten minutes, more clothes get shed. I’m completely naked by the time Lady Raewyn fixes a strap on cock to her hips. Although her bag of toys includes some lube, she has me suck the rubber cock until it is wet enough to slide easily into my cunt.

“Lie down on your back, Slave Tessa,” says Lady Raewyn. “Lift your legs high and spread them wide.”

No prizes for guessing what Lady Raewyn intends to do next. But Madame Nadia intervenes.

“I’m the mistress here,” says Madame Nadia with a surprising tone of authority. “I get to fuck Slave Tessa first.”

For someone who initially didn’t seem keen to have sex, Madame Nadia has transformed in a matter of minutes. Lady Raewyn concedes priority and hands Nadia a double-ended asymmetric rubber cock. Nadia seems to baulk at the prospect of having one end of the cock inside her, but she proceeds to lube both ends before pushing the smaller end inside her. Raewyn helps her secure the straps to the cock to keep it in place.

From my horizontal position I can only see glimpses of what’s going on. Only when Madame Nadia appears between my legs do I know when she is ready. She’s tentative at first, playing with the end of the cock against my nether lips. The occasional brush against my clit sets me moaning with desire for more.

Lady Raewyn isn’t idle while Madame Nadia teases my cunt. She’s positioned herself behind Nadia, with the clear intention of burying her cock inside Nadia’s arse. The lack of objection from Nadia suggests that this isn’t the first time she’s had anal sex. Without warning, Nadia rams the cock deep into my cunt. Seconds later, Raewyn does the same into Nadia’s arse.

The limited space inside Nadia’s room means we can’t get too adventurous with our games. It might have been a better idea to use one of the rooms in the recreation building. Although I’ve only seen a couple of the rooms in building E5, they are clearly designed for the sort of games the three of us are playing. Nevertheless we try several different positions. After a while it becomes apparent that Nadia and Raewyn are eager to explore each other’s body in intimate detail. While I don’t get ignored, my part in these games slowly becomes secondary to the attentions Nadia and Raewyn are heaping on each other.

I’m not sure if my reluctance to intervene in Madame Nadia’s and Lady Raewyn’s romp is because I am recognising my role as a slave, or because of some natural submissive trait. As a slave, I accept that my body can be used, or not used, as my betters dictate. As much as I try to persuade myself that my slave status is why I’m taking a back seat to these games, I fail to convince myself entirely.

I remember that I must report to the outside of my own dormitory for ‘lock up’ by nine o’clock. Fortunately Nadia and Raewyn aren’t too carried away with their games to overlook the need to let me leave. I locate my clothes and after a farewell kiss, I leave the two of them to continue their passionate adventures.

There are eight slaves waiting by the gate to building E4 when I arrive. We are joined a few moments later by Madame Nicole with another fifteen slaves in tow. I presume they are the slaves who have been enjoying themselves in the recreation building. Madame Nicole unlocks the gate and we all file in to the building.

“You have fifteen minutes to prepare for bed,” says Madame Nicole.

Since nobody has explained the bedtime routine to me, I follow the example of some of the others. Several make a beeline for the kitchen to grab something to eat, while others head to the communal bathroom. I follow the second group to the showers. I normally shower in the morning, but I’m unsure whether I’ll get the opportunity here. Taking a communal shower is reminiscent of my time at school after sports. Like at school, the atmosphere is playful. However, none of us linger in the shower any longer than necessary. The toilet area is open plan with only a waist high screen between toilets offering any sense of privacy. I suppose this is done to reinforce our status as slaves, and I acknowledge that it takes a certain frame of mind to accept these arrangements.

As the fifteen minute limit nears its end, the slaves start filing into their allocated dormitory and place their clothes inside a small cupboard beside our respective bed. A small loin cloth is the only nightwear we are given. I copy the others and change before lying down on my bed.

Madame Nicole comes through the dormitory and locks an ankle cuff on each slave, chaining her to the foot of her bed. There’s enough play in the linking chain to get out of bed and use the chamber pot under each bed, but not to climb into another bed. I’m suddenly glad that my bed is near the window, as I can imagine the room getting odorous if the chamber pots are used at night. The barred window won’t open, but there are circular ventilation holes in the glass that can be set in an open or closed position.

“The emergency key to your ankle cuff is attached to the inside of your cupboard door, Slave Tessa,” says Madame Nicole, repeating the same information she gave to one of the other slaves chained to her bed. “Remember that you’ll be punished if you use the key without good reason.”

Once each slave is secured to her bed, Madame Nicole does a final inspection of each slave. Satisfied that none of us are panicking or are otherwise unfit to spend the night locked in a slave dormitory, Madame Nicole switches out the main lights. We aren’t plunged into total darkness, as a line of low intensity night-lights are positioned at intervals along the ceiling, above the narrow gap between the foot-boards of opposing beds.