Tessa's Total Submission
Copyright© 2025 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 12: Day Five, 26 December
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 12: Day Five, 26 December - The fifth episode of La Chatte Heureuse series (but can be read as a standalone story). Tessa honours her agreement to spend two weeks over Christmas and New Year as the exclusive slave of Madame Faye on the island lesbian resort run by La Chatte Heureuse (The Happy Pussy). With Madame Faye as her domniatrix, Tessa explores her fetish for bondage and punishment, pushing her boundaries far beyond what she thought possible.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Slavery Lesbian Fiction BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Spanking
Yesterday’s lunch gathering extended until late afternoon. It was a pleasant social event that everyone seemed to enjoy. My own pleasure was tempered by the absence of my mistress. If I could access Madame Faye’s suite without a mistress accompanying me, I might have left early to check on her.
I feel that my time with Drippy was well spent. She seemed to appreciate the advice I offered. Whether she will act on my advice remains to be seen. Madame Melody and Drippy left well before the end of the party. In their case, I suspect it was a burning need to get inside each other’s pants.
The small electric shock through my collar wakes me at the usual time on Boxing Day morning. I follow the early morning routine that Madame Faye has stipulated, even though I sense that she is distracted by something that necessitated her missing the Christmas Day lunch.
I complete my early morning chores and present Madame Faye with her breakfast. There is clearly something troubling her, and I’m unsure whether to ask what it is, or remain dutifully silent. Although she and I email each other regularly during the year, I otherwise have very little involvement in her real life. We are acquaintances rather than friends, despite the sexual relationship we share at La Chatte Heureuse. We each satisfy a sexual need of the other without the pressure of expecting a deeper commitment.
The fashion industry in which Madame Faye works is very competitive and stressful. Somehow I don’t believe that the pressure of work is the cause of her current malaise. Madame Faye’s business success is the result of her own efforts, although the inheritance from her father’s estate undoubtedly helped. As regards her personal life, I know only a few snippets of information gleaned from different emails. For instance, I know that she has a sister a year younger than her, and that her father died when she was fourteen. Her mother travels extensively and she’s currently living somewhere in Europe. Beyond that, I have very little knowledge of Madame Faye’s personal life. I couldn’t even tell you whether she’s bi-sexual. She has never mentioned any male sexual partner, but that doesn’t exclude the possibility of one or more existing in her past.
Fortunately, by the time Madame Faye has finished her breakfast, she’s more like her usual self.
“Now, I think we need to attend to redeeming those three black marks you acquired yesterday,” says Madame Faye.
Yet again, I consider myself innocent of each misdemeanour that earned a black mark. I suspect there are mistresses and slaves here who secretly want to see me punished as some strange revenge for their dislike of Madame Faye. They won’t confront Madame Faye face-to-face. Instead, they fabricate or exaggerate my faults, and try to goad me into rebelling against Madame Faye over the undeserved punishments. Had they fully understood the meaning of the buttercup symbol on my collar, then they would know better. Their plan is doomed to failure because of my liking for bondage and corporal punishment.
As soon as Madame Faye is ready, we go across to the dungeon in building E4. It’s still officially closed until the day after tomorrow, so we have the dungeon to ourselves. The short walk to the dungeon enables Madame Faye to revert to her normal self. She selects a nasty looking single strand whip that I’ve not experienced before. The braided strap makes it look like a small bull-whip although I’m not very knowledgeable about such things.
“I think it is time to push your endurance skills a notch higher, Tessa,” says Madame Faye as she escorts me to the wooden punishment frame. “We only have exclusive use of the dungeon for a couple more days, and I think it’s best we do this without an audience.”
While I have previously held my position without needing restraints, Madame Faye fastens my wrists and ankles so that I’m spread-eagled facing the frame. She removes my leather harness, which suggests that my back is the target for today. While I would prefer that Madame Faye punishes my arse and thighs ... or even my breasts ... I know I that don’t have a choice. It isn’t the first time my back has been the focus of her punishments, so I steel myself to endure the six lashes that will be delivered soon.
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