Chapter 3: Day One, 22 December

While Pixie and I work in the kitchen, I consider the possibilities that await us both over the next two weeks. Madame Faye is obviously satisfied with the collars that she has designed and made. The finished product is both attractive and practical. I presume that as long as the collars survive two weeks of continuous use, she’ll start producing them for sale as part of her expanding range of kinky wear. Madame Violet has already asked her for an extra collar to give to a friend.

A couple of small posters on the notice board near the kitchen attract my attention. The schedule of planned activities on the island means that Madame Faye may need to revise some of her plans for our stay. It appears that the dungeon in the old mansion is closed for the next few weeks, and the one in the Slave quarters basement will be unavailable for a few days around Christmas Day. Both Madame Faye and I have a strong liking for punishment and bondage, with physical sex a secondary consideration. That differs from Madame Violet and Pixie, where bondage and sex are more important to them than delivering and receiving punishment. In their case they can simply play their games in Madame Violet’s suite. The options will be more limited for Madame Faye and me.

Of course, Madame Faye may decide that she and I shall join in the festivities. However, sitting around a huge table stuffing yourself with copious amounts of food isn’t my idea of time well spent on this island. It’s not that I’m antisocial, more that I regard my time here as a precious commodity. I’ve worked hard with my studies, and now I need to let off steam. I would much rather spend the time having Madame Faye put me through my paces in the dungeon. With the right training and experience, I feel that I could go far in the shadowy world of dominance and submission, and achieve some of my more bizarre ambitions. I only wish Madame Faye had the time to fully train me herself. Unfortunately, I know that she is already pushing her work schedule to the limit by taking a two week break at this time of year.

“We could make a high tea,” suggests Pixie. “One appropriate for the season.”

“Yes. Let’s do that,” I reply.

“Do you think we should check with our mistresses first?”

“Hmm. I’ll sneak back into the suite and see if they can be interrupted,” I reply.

I left the suite door slightly ajar when Pixie and I left. Consequently I’m able to quietly enter Madame Faye’s suite unobserved. The sitting area is out of sight of the entry door, so I stand by the door and listen.

“Here are Pixie’s and Tessa’s name plates. I’ll need to know by tomorrow evening if you are willing to let either or both of them help with the preparations,” says Madame Rebecca.

“What do you think?” Madame Faye asks Madame Violet.

“Yes, I think it might give me a chance to observe Pixie when she’s not focused on pleasing me. She’s trying her best to get me to renew her slave contract, and I confess that I’m tempted to do so. But I need to be sure this is what she really wants. You know what it’s like spending months training a new slave only to have her decide the relationship isn’t giving her what she needs.”

I cringe at those words. I’m sure Madame Faye could have done without Madame Violet unintentionally reminding her about Sophia. Madame Faye had told me the story about Sophia when I was here last summer. They had spent nearly a year together, but ultimately their relationship came to nothing. Madame Faye invested a lot of emotional capital into balancing her hectic workload, while attending to a gorgeous, but needy, slave. Believing that Sophia wanted a long-term relationship was an unfortunate mistake that Madame Faye has sworn she won’t make again. Madame Faye has already made it clear to me that she fully intends to play everything one step at a time.

“Yes, I think that’s a good idea,” replies Madame Faye. “I’ll have Tessa help out as well.”

The sound of movement in the living area has me scuttling into the corridor and back to the kitchen. Pixie and I are soon joined by our two mistresses.

The cold weather outside has encouraged most visitors to stay inside the well heated accommodation blocks. There are twenty suites in this block which is reserved for those of the Mistress caste. Of those, six suites provide additional accommodation for a chattel slave. Judging by the amount of activity in the common areas, most of the suites must be in use.

While the club supplies a good range of food to each accommodation block, it is up to members to prepare and cook the ingredients using the well appointed kitchens. At the moment, the kitchen is occupied by five slaves including Pixie and me. The other three slaves have the standard chain necklace around their necks, indicating they are ‘general’ or ‘field’ slaves. As usual, a few members of the Slave caste have been assigned to prepare meals in the Mistress caste accommodation. Mistresses aren’t expected to do anything so menial as prepare a meal, although occasionally some of them choose to do so. Chattel slaves are only expected to cook for their own mistress, although most mistresses allow her slave to help the other slaves if necessary.