Tessa's Total Submission
Copyright© 2025 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 16: Day Elven: 1 January
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 16: Day Elven: 1 January - 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
Madame Violet and Pixie visit for nearly two hours, during which time Pixie and I are made to perform like pet dogs. While Madame Violet and Pixie seemed to enjoy the game, I found it pointless and demeaning. Nevertheless, I carried out the commands I was given without complaint. It was only when Madame Faye cuffed my wrists behind me, and placed the openairway bondage hood on me, that I felt comfortable with the game the two mistresses were playing.
“Two black marks for not showing more enthusiasm for Madame Violet’s game,” says Madame Faye after Madame Violet and Pixie have left.
That makes five black marks I’ve earned today, two of which were simply because I wasn’t available to make Madame Faye’s morning coffee. The fact that she was the one who had offered my services to help with the club’s festivities doesn’t matter. As usual, arguing the issue would only attract more black marks, which my already sore body won’t appreciate.
We go across to the dungeon at six o’clock. The dungeon is usually deserted at this time of day, but not today. Madame Rebecca and Slave Elise are busy in what seems like an intense bondage session. Elise is completely naked apart from her leather bondage corset that locks her arms close to her sides. I can’t help admiring Elise’s athletic body as she entices Madame Rebecca with some very seductive gyrations. Her movements are obviously having a powerful effect on Madame Rebecca who is busy fondling her own tits and cunt.
“Good evening, Rebecca,” says Madame Faye, more to alert her to our presence.
“Good evening, Faye,” replies Madame Rebecca, only briefly stopping what she is doing.
“I’m going to punish Tessa on the frame over here, but afterwards we can have some fun together with our slaves if you want.”
“Yes, I think that would be an excellent idea,” replies Madame Rebecca.
Even though Madame Faye has suggested that we join Madame Rebecca and Elise is some undefined activity afterwards, Madame Faye doesn’t ease up on my punishment. I’m bound and gagged facing the ‘A’ frame, and Madame Faye selects one of her favourite whips. I brace myself for a gruelling session.
“One, Madame. Thank you,” I mumble through the gag as the first stroke lands on my arse.
As usual, the effect of the whip is painful, but I sense that it hasn’t caused more than a red mark on my arse. Madame Faye regards drawing blood as a failure of her skills, so she is always careful with both her aim and intensity of the stroke. She also knows my limits so she never hits me hard enough to risk me using my safeword.
By the time we complete the tenth stroke I’m struggling to make the count. That’s only partly due to the pain in my arse, which feels like it’s on fire. My difficulty in counting is due to the saliva in my mouth, which is dribbling down my front like a waterfall. Fortunately, Madame Faye has brought a towel with her today. As soon as she frees me, I set about drying myself. My wide collar inhibits my ability to turn and examine my arse. From what I can see, all the welts from the whipping are parallel to each other, and none crosses over another. My arse is bright red, although I don’t need to see it to know that.
“That’s a remarkably accurate set of strokes,” observes Madame Rebecca when she accepts Madame Faye’s invitation to view her handiwork.
My moment of freedom is short lived. As soon as I hand back the towel, my wrists and ankles are fastened to short spreader bars. The one holding my wrists eighteen inches apart is clipped to the rear ring of my control collar. I look towards Elise, whose arms remain restrained by the short chains attached to her leather corset. Like me, her ankles are fastened to a short spreader bar. I’ve no idea what game the two mistresses intend to play. Despite my burning arse, I realise that I’m okay with what is happening.
Strap on cocks are fastened in place on Elise and me before we are taken to opposite ends of the dungeon. Our respective mistress then turns us to face each other, before blindfolding us.
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