Tessa's Total Submission
Copyright© 2025 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 17: Day Twelve, 2 January
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 17: Day Twelve, 2 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
My night with Elise proved every bit as exciting as I wished it could be. I’m not sure how often Elise gets to have sex, but she seems to know no bounds once she’s aroused. The top bunk in our cell didn’t get used once. Despite the narrow width of the bunk, the pair of us spent most of our time entangled in each other’s arms. My sore arse from Madame Faye’s punishment is quickly forgotten as my arousal takes control of my body. Although Elise must be a year or so younger than me, she knows far more about lesbian sex than I have experienced before. Not only is our constant play in numerous positions arousing, it educates me on the best ways to perform sex with a woman.
Throughout the whole experience my emotions run wild. Lust and desire push away thoughts of being considerate to Elise’s needs, and concern for her well being. I simply want her to drive me wild without expecting anything in return. Surprisingly she does exactly that. Her hands running over my body and into my intimate parts keep me on a constant high. As soon as it looks like I’m coming back down to earth, she drives me back into a state of absolute lust. Her actions tip me over the edge into one orgasm after another. Madame Faye’s limit of three orgasms is wilfully ignored, much to my shame.
When I finally regain some sense of normality I suddenly feel guilty. Not simply for ignoring Madame Faye’s limit on the number of orgasms I can enjoy, but for not ensuring Elise was benefiting from our union in equal measure.
“I’m perfectly happy with what we did,” laughs Elise in reply to my confession. “I get just as turned on from seeing you writhing under my control as I do if you fucked me the same way. If you want to make amends, then you can suck my pussy and tongue my arse.”
Sucking pussy is something I’ve done before, but shoving my tongue in another person’s arse is new territory for me. But I owe Elise a favour, and I came to La Chatte Heureuse to experience new things. I set to work on her pussy, which is sopping wet from her arousal. She wasn’t lying when she said she was turned on by what we did. Then she turns around so that I can bury my tongue in her arse. I am tentative at first and the taste and smell initially puts me off. But I persevere and before long I’m driving her towards an orgasm of her own. Her eagerness at my assault on her arse banishes any distaste I have, and pushes me to delve deeper into her rear hole.
It must be the early hours of the morning when we eventually fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. The time of day is impossible to measure inside the dungeon. Consequently I’ve no idea how long I’ve been asleep when Elise wakes me for more sex. This time our coupling is more gentle, although we don’t spare the other from multiple orgasms before we are done. We then fall back into an exhausted sleep which is only disturbed when we each need to use the potty.
We are released from our cell by Madame Rebecca around nine o’clock in the morning. I’m escorted back to Madame Faye’s suite where I’m promptly put to work catching up on the tasks I would have done earlier had I not been in the cell. Madame Faye pretends to be annoyed about having to make her own breakfast, but I sense she’s only putting on a show.
“And how many orgasms did you achieve while you were in the cell?” asks Madame Faye.
“I didn’t count them, Madame,” I reply sheepishly.
“Which suggests that you disobeyed my order and had more than three. Is that so, Tessa?”
“Um ... yes, Madame. I’m very sorry, but I couldn’t help myself.”
“A likely story. So how many black marks do you think you’ve earned? Let’s say one black mark for every three orgasms over the three that I allowed you.”
“Um ... One ... maybe two black marks ... I don’t think it was as many to deserve three, Madame,” I reply.
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