Chapter 2: Day One, 22 December

Fortunately the two women standing at the door are the expected pair. I invite them in, and fall into step next to Pixie, while Madame Violet walks to where Madame Faye is waiting. The two mistresses briefly hug and mock kiss each other before settling down onto the large couch by the window.

“Kneel before us, slaves,” orders Madame Faye.

Pixie hesitates for a moment, unsure whether she should obey Madame Faye’s command. By rights, only Madame Violet can give orders to Pixie. However, a nod from Madame Violet in Pixie’s direction has her joining me kneeling on the carpet in front of our respective mistress. We initially lean back to sit on our heels, but Madame Faye signals for us to rise so that our upper legs are vertical and our backs are straight.

“Hold your hair away from your neck,” comes the next order.

Pixie and I obey. Madame Faye reaches into a bag and produces two identical slave collars. The previous chattel slave collars I’ve seen on the island are simple lightweight, one-inch wide, steel bands fastened with a decorative padlock. The slave’s name is engraved in white letters on a small black plaque that is screwed to the collar with tiny set screws. The collars in Madame Faye’s hands are entirely different.

Each collar is about three inches wide and predominantly made of spongy black rubber. Two half-inch wide springy horizontal steel bands are inlaid into the outside of the rubber, about half an inch from the top and bottom of the collar. Three sturdy steel rings are riveted to the collar so they sit at the front and either side of the wearer’s neck. The metal backplates for the rings also hold the steel bands in position on the collar. An additional metal plate on the collar is obviously for the slave’s name plate to be affixed. The method of fastening the collar is ingenious. A fourth, rear ring is bolted rather than riveted to the collar. Aligning the thinner ends of collar at the back enables the bolts for the rear ring to be fastened with a special tool to hold both the collar closed, and rear ring firmly in place.

Madame Faye hands the collar for Pixie to Madame Violet, and together they place the collars around Pixie’s and my necks. The steel bands around the collar act like a stiff spring, so placing the collar around our necks isn’t a simple task. The two ends of the collar need to be pulled far enough apart to slide the collar into place. Both mistresses manage to prise the ends of the respective collar wide enough apart to fit it in place around our necks. The final step of bolting the collar in place is a bit fiddly, but Madame Faye has obviously practised on a dummy. Moments later both Pixie and I are well and truly collared.

Only our nameplates remain to be added. Those are provided by the club, so we must wait until one of the administration staff delivers the nameplates. In Pixie’s case, her nameplate will have been stored following her last visit. In my case, a brand new nameplate will be quickly engraved. When I was here in summer I wore the simple chain collar and the white individual lettering of a regular member of the Slave caste.

“The pair of you can make some coffee while we wait for your nameplates,” says Madame Faye.

Pixie and I make a move to stand up, but Madame Violet puts her hands on our shoulders and pushes us down.

“No. You can both crawl on your hands and knees to the kitchen,” says Madame Violet.

I quickly glance at Madame Faye to verify Madame Violet’s order. I take the lack of a countermanding order as confirmation that I’m to obey Madame Violet’s instruction. Pixie and I crawl over to the suite’s kitchenette and only then do we stand. The weight of the collar around my neck suddenly becomes very noticeable. It’s a snug fit that inhibits my head movements. Wearing this for two weeks will be quite a challenge. I soon discover that as long as I move my shoulders when I turn my head, the collar isn’t unduly troublesome to wear. The presence of the collar is having an effect on my libido. I was already feeling aroused, but now I detect that my cunt is getting moist.