Chapter 9: Day Three, 24 December.

When Madame Faye says ‘play’ she means placing Drippy and me in all kinds of restraints and having us perform near impossible tasks while bound. It’s surprisingly good fun and all four of us are getting aroused in no time. Drippy is the first to lose control of herself and achieve an orgasm. She did so without permission, although Madame Melody’s reaction suggests she doesn’t make it a requirement. Madame Faye is quick to point out Madame Melody’s lack of control over her slave, and insists that Madame Melody punish Drippy for her disgraceful behaviour. Then Madame Faye turns her attention to me.

“Did you also have an orgasm just now, Tessa?” demands Madame Faye.

“No, Madame,” I reply truthfully, although I am not far from reaching that peak.

“I think you did and you are lying, Tessa. That’s a back mark you’ve earned.”

“But I didn’t come, Madame,” I reply.

“That’s another black mark for arguing with me, Tessa,” says Madame Faye. “You know my rules.”

“Yes, Madame. I’m sorry,” I concede before I end up with even more black marks.

“Excellent. Now it’s time to redeem the eight black marks you’ve earned. We shall use the ‘A’ frame. Remove your clothes and position yourself on the frame.”

I obey, steeling my nerves to endure the punishment that will soon follow. Two strokes of the chosen implement will be delivered for each black mark. I suppose I should feel privileged that Madame Faye chooses not to lock my wrists and ankles in place against the frame. With Madame Melody and Drippy watching nearby, Madame Faye intends for me to show off my obedience and training. My own stupid pride means that I will hold the required position until the punishment is completed.

Mercifully, Madame Faye chooses one of the lighter whips that won’t cause more than a reddening of my back and arse. Nevertheless, sixteen lashes of her whip are still a lot to endure, but I’m confident in my ability to withstand the assault on my body.

“No, no, Tessa,” says Madame Faye. “Face the other way. It’s time that I warmed those delightful tits of yours.”

I’ve endured a tit flogging on several occasions, although Madame Faye usually prefers my back, arse and feet. Her choice today is clearly as a demonstration to Madame Melody and Drippy of her authority over me. I’m unsure what to make of Madame Melody. To me, she’s chosen to be a member of a caste that she is ill-suited to belong. From what Drippy revealed earlier I can understand her deciding against being a member of the Lady caste. While I’ve met several pleasant women of the Lady caste, I fail to understand why they bother belonging to such an insipid caste. Most of the fun of being a member of La Chatte Heureuse is had by those of the Mistress and Slave castes. Clearly Madame Melody has the wealth needed for Mistress caste membership, but her temperament and diffidence means that she get’s eaten alive by her caste peers. And yet she has come back for more. She and Drippy are clearly close friends ... possibly lovers. Perhaps protecting her slave-lover is the reason Madame Melody endures all the insults.