Chapter 14: Day Ten, 31 December

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 mindblowing orgasm. While I would accept being locked in a dungeon cell overnight, Madame Faye doesn’t impose such a punishment.