Chapter 5: Day Two, 23 December.

A short sharp jolt through my collar wakes me the next morning. I quickly suppress my cry of alarm so as not to wake Madame Faye. I quickly recall her instructions about my early morning routine. The controller that triggers electric shocks through the studs pressed against my throat is programmed to wake me at six-fifteen in the morning. Five minutes later the time-lock on my ankle shackles will release, enabling me to get out of bed. I’ve fifteen minutes to attend to my ablutions before commencing my duties. Tidying the room, making my bed, washing any dirty crockery, preparing a breakfast tray, and starting Madame Faye’s and my laundry, all need to be done before Madame Faye wakes. Fortunately the tasks can be completed without causing too much noise. At this hour of the morning the communal kitchen and laundry facilities should be unoccupied, although both are large enough to accommodate several people using them at the same time.

At seven-thirty I’m to take a breakfast tray to Madame Faye. She hasn’t given me precise instructions about what the tray should contain, although I remember her likes and dislikes from our time together last summer. While Madame Faye enjoys her breakfast, I’m to complete the laundry and any other tasks that weren’t finished earlier. Nowhere in this schedule is there provision for me to have my breakfast, so I quickly eat while I’m making Madame Faye’s breakfast.

The routine is easy enough to manage, although constantly changing between my leather harness and lacy underwear is a nuisance. I could risk disobeying Madame Faye’s instructions and wear my lacy underwear outside of the suite at this early hour. However, I can’t be sure I won’t be seen by an early riser who might betray me to Madame Faye. Similarly, I don’t want to risk Madame Faye seeing me working inside her suite in my harness.

My early morning tasks must be completed by nine o’clock, by which time Madame Faye should be dressed and ready for the day ahead. What happens next is entirely at Madame Faye’s discretion. At some point during the day I will need to make her bed, but there doesn’t seem to be a set time to do so.

“Did you sleep well, Slave Tessa?” asks Madame Faye when she walks into the living area of the suite.

“Yes, Madame,” I reply, which is partly true.

Trying to sleep with your ankles shackled to the bed frame isn’t easy. Nor is overcoming the disorientation I felt after wearing the latex hood for nearly three hours yesterday evening. The enforced blindness and silence played tricks with my mind. Relying on touch alone was a new experience that wasn’t entirely unpleasant in the circumstances. The erotic experience of washing Madame Faye in the bath while I was blindfolded was memorable, as was her reciprocal fondling of my body.

“This morning we shall make use of the dungeon in the basement of the Slave caste quarters,” says Madame Faye. “It seems that the dungeon will be closed for the following four days.”

I recall seeing a notice in the kitchen to the effect that general and field slaves would be granted a deferment of any punishments incurred over Christmas. The notice emphasized that the four days of grace were simply a deferment, and not a remission. I suppose that will also mean that the dungeon will be busy after Christmas while all the delayed punishments are carried out.

“I thought the closure only related to general and field slaves, Madame,” I comment, hoping that I’m not going to regret my words.

Using the various facilities in the dungeon is something Madame Faye and I both look forward to using during our stay on the island. What we have done so far is arousing, but in reality it is the sort of play that could be done anywhere. Losing the use of the dungeon for four days means scaling back the intensity of our games.

“Hmm. You may be right. I shall check with the administration staff later on,” replies Madame Faye. “Now put on your harness and we will go down to the dungeon.”

“Yes, Madame. Do you wish me to clear your breakfast tray first?” I ask

“No. You can leave that for one of the slaves on cleaning duty.”

Madame Faye changes into an outfit that consists of a white blouse, black leather waistcoat and matching knee length skirt. Calf high leather boots complete the ensemble. I, on the other hand, am naked apart from my collar and the leather harness criss-crossing my torso, leaving my tits and cunt bare. As a concession to the weather, I’m allowed to wear a pair of black canvas shoes.