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Tessa's Total Submission

Copyright© 2025 by Rachael Jane

Chapter 4: Day One, 22 December

BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 4: Day One, 22 December - 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 Faye takes me back to her suite once Pixie and I have cleared away the empty plates. There is still a lot of activity in the corridor and common areas. The festive atmosphere is very different from my visit to the island last summer. I suppose the cold weather has driven more people indoors. Even a walk across to the recreation building is something to be weighed against mistresses entertaining themselves in their own suites. For those of the Slave caste, having to keep our tits exposed all the time doesn’t encourage lingering outside for any longer than necessary.

The majority of mistresses don’t have a personal ‘chattel slave’ with them, so some will have commandeered one or more of general slaves staying in the slave quarters. That adds to the number of people in this building, creating a crowded feeling as you walk about. Fortunately Madame Faye’s suite is one of the larger ones, so she and I have plenty of space to ourselves.

Of course I don’t know what plans Madame Faye has for our time together. I presume we will be spending some time in the basement dungeon of the Slave caste quarters. I’m told the dungeon is heated in winter. I hope so. Even in summer the basement dungeon can get chilly at night.

“Stop daydreaming, Tessa,” chides Madame Faye as we enter her suite. “Go and change out of your leather outfit and put on a set of the lacy corset and panties that I’ve left on the shelf above your bed. In future you are to wear a corset and panties while you are inside this suite. Unless I want you naked, of course. However, keep your leather outfit ready, as you’ll need to change into it every time you leave this suite. No exceptions. Understood?”

“Yes, Madame,” I reply, moving towards my bed.

The lacy under-breast corset and panties are virtually transparent, and are clearly designed as sexy underwear. There are three identical sets of the lacy items on the shelf above my bed head, which resolves any problem about laundry. A thicker band of material at the top of the corset lifts my tits up and slightly apart. The corset fastens down the front with elasticated loops and decorative hooks. It’s a tight fit, but I can just get the corset to fasten.

“The corset is a bit tight, Madame,” I say.

“As it should be. We don’t want you putting on weight while you are here. The size should be perfect. Your room mate at university was very helpful in providing the information I needed.”

“It might rip when I move about, Madame,” I reply, puzzling over when and how Leigh could have obtained my measurements.

“Unlikely, it’s made of a new synthetic material that is stronger than it looks,” replies Madame Faye. “However, you will be punished if you damage your clothes in any way. So be careful!”

“Yes, Madame.”

“Now go and prepare a bath. I presume you can remember the duties of a bath slave?”

“Yes, Madame.”

I quickly run the water in the bath, hoping there is enough hot water in the cistern. At university a hot shower is a luxury enjoyed only by those who get up before dawn. While I’m used to bathing in tepid water, I doubt Madame Faye will be so tolerant. With so many guests staying here at this time of year, the resources of La Chatte Heureuse will surely be stretched.

Fortunately I can recall Madame Faye’s requirements for her bath from my last visit to the island. The depth and temperature of the water, and the addition of scented salts are details that come back to me despite the intervening months. It’s surprising how the threat of punishment makes you remember such things.

It isn’t as though I’m afraid of being punished, nor the severity of the punishment. I find the prospect of being punished and restrained highly arousing, which is why I so readily agreed to be Madame Faye’s chattel slave in the first place. That said, Madame Faye made it clear that I’m not to deliberately disobey her instructions, nor to provoke a punishment. Any manipulation on my part will be subject to disciplinary action that Madame Faye assures me I won’t enjoy. Which is is all part of the game. We had a workable relationship last time we were here, and I’ve every expectation we will achieve the same this time around.

 
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