Chapter 2: A Revealing Uniform

I overcome my initial panic and calm my ragged breathing. With a deep breath I reply to Monique.

“You mentioned a uniform,” I say. “What sort of uniform?”

“Staff uniforms are similar to the one you saw Brooke wearing. Only in your case the halter top will cover all or part of your breasts depending on the style you choose. If you later decide to join the Slave or Mistress caste, then your uniform will be replaced by one which is appropriate for your new caste.”

Even wearing a halter top leaving my midriff exposed sounds really daring for me. The prospect of revealing part of my breasts sounds decidedly lewd. I don’t regard myself as a prude, but I’ve never had the opportunity to wear anything so revealing. To my shame I realise that my cunt is getting wet with excitement.

The staff quarters aren’t what I anticipated them to be. There are three dormitories, each with ten beds, and a large open area which Monique refers to as the recreation area. A kitchen and a large communal bathroom are located at one end of the floor. Monique shows me to a bed which already has a small plaque on the footboard with ‘Lady Nicole’ engraved on it. A small drawer unit and wardrobe for my use stand either side of the headboard.

“There’s more storage space downstairs if you need it,” says Monique. “I must leave you now to attend to other matters. Unpack your things and grab something to eat from the kitchen if you want. The next meal won’t be served until this evening. When you are ready, go downstairs and get Brooke to give you a uniform and show you around. Remember that Brooke has chosen to join the Slave caste and she will expect you to treat her as such. The sooner you adapt to the lifestyle here, the easier you will find it to assimilate into our ways. I will see you this evening, and in the morning I’ll run through your duties.”

It takes me all of two minutes to unpack my luggage. The trickiest part is following the sheet of instructions telling me how to register my palm print on the device by the dormitory door so that I can unlock my wardrobe and drawer unit. I explore the staff quarters and note where the various facilities are located. The layout is reminiscent of the girls boarding school I attended, with open communal showers, and dormitories rather than bedrooms. I examine the other beds in my dormitory and notice name plaques on four of them in addition to mine ... Madame Stephanie, Lady Grace, Slave Judith and Slave Brooke.

I find a cabinet in the kitchen with an assortment of sandwiches, fruit, cakes and other snacks. I help myself to lunch as I don’t know whether I’ll get another chance to eat before evening. Monique said that I could take an hour to settle in, but after twenty minutes I feel ready to move onto the next step. I go downstairs and find Brooke. She’s still working at her desk although I’ve no idea what she is doing.

“Are you ready, Lady?” asks Brooke when she sees me.

“Yes, if it’s convenient for you,” I reply once I get over the shock of being called ‘Lady’.

“Madame Monique instructed me to assist you, Lady. It doesn’t matter if your desires inconvenience me.”

Oops! Monique told me to treat Brooke as a slave, but in reality I’ve no idea how to do that. It isn’t the sort of thing that comes naturally to me. But I promise myself to try my best.

Brooke takes me to a small room down the corridor. The door is locked but it opens as soon as she places her palm over a square pad on the wall. The pad is similar to the one I used upstairs to unlock my wardrobe and drawers and seems to be the standard means of locking and unlocking doors. Brooke selects two boxes from one of the shelves lining the walls of the room. The first contains a selection of sleeveless vinyl tops similar to the one Brooke has on, only the wearer’s breasts aren’t completely exposed.

“Please try these on for size, Lady,” says Brooke handing me three black vinyl halter tops. “You should choose two tops, of which at least one should be made of vinyl. Some of the organised activities require everyone to be dressed in black clothing.”

The three tops are of the same basic design but differ in some of the detail. One has half cups which will leave the top half of my breasts uncovered. Another has pear shaped cups, covering a greater area of my breasts but exposing all of my cleavage. The third covers all of my breasts but has thinner straps and provides less covering for my back. All three tops have a double band around my ribs below my breasts which provides strength and rigidity to the top. I notice that on Brooke’s top there are six ‘D’ shaped metal rings attached between the inner and outer band of her top.

I look for a changing room, but there isn’t one. I instantly realise that this is going to be my first real challenge and a test of my suitability to live La Chatte Heureuse lifestyle. I remove my top and bra before my nerve fails me. Having Brooke standing nearby with her tits openly displayed for all to see eases my qualms. Even her look of appreciation at my modest 34C breasts doesn’t unnerve me. I promptly unfasten the first top and put it on.

“We have some tops of a slightly different design if you prefer a top that fastens at the back, Lady. But most of us prefer this type which fastens at the front. There are also designs like mine which have metal rings sewn between the two layers of the band, but they’re more suited for slaves like me.”

“Have you always been a member of the Slave caste?” I ask.

“No, Lady. I transferred only a few weeks ago. Before that I was like you, a Lady.”

“What made you decide to change?” I ask, intrigued by Brooke’s decision.

“Only a Slave or a Mistress can participate in all of the activities at La Chatte Heureuse. I simply got tired of only being allowed to watch all of the games going on around the place. Staff only need to pay the difference between La Chatte Heureuse membership fees for the Lady caste and the fees for the Mistress or Slave castes. I’m a submissive by nature, so the Slave caste was more to my liking. Besides, the fees for the Slave caste are only slightly more than the standard membership fees for Ladies. The membership fees for the Mistress caste are a lot more expensive.”

“So can you change back to being a Lady at any time?”

“Not for another five and a half months, Lady. Madame Monique requires staff who change their caste status to stay in their new caste for at least six months.”

I consider what Brooke has told me while I try on all three tops and examine myself in front of the wall mirror. After some thought I choose the version with the half cups. Apart from feeling more comfortable, I like the way it lifts my tits up. With that choice made, Brooke promptly opens the second box she has taken down from the shelves. This one contains a selection of halter tops made of different materials. I can see that the choice is going to be difficult with so many different ones available.

“All these tops follow the same basic design, Lady,” says Brooke as she lays out some of the garments. “All of them have a narrow strip which loops around the back of your neck and down the front of your shoulders. Apart from the material the top is made from, it’s the shape of the cups covering all or part of your breasts which differ. All connect below your breasts to the band around your ribs.”

I’m starting to feel aroused and my terminology starts adopting cruder names. At some unknown point in this process I’ve started thinking of my breasts as tits. I realise that without consciously intending to do so, I’ve mentally referred to Brooke’s breasts as tits all along.

I study the tops made of cotton or polyester first. There’s one where the cups are so narrow that they virtually leave my tits bare. The one made of translucent material isn’t much better and wouldn’t look out of place in a harem. Despite there being plenty of cloth tops which are thick and large enough to keep my tits from view, I’m repeatedly drawn towards the more risqué styles. There’s one top made of metal which hides my tits behind multiple vertical lengths of light chain. The chains cover about half my tits while I’m stationary, but the chains shift position as I move, giving tantalizing glimpses of what’s underneath. My only hesitation in selecting this top is the tendency for the chains to part around my nipples, leaving them exposed more often than not. Brooke notices that I’m drawn towards this particular style of top.

“The length of the chains can be adjusted, Lady,” says Brooke, drawing my attention to the larger rings at the top where the multiple lengths of chain connect to the single thicker chain around my neck. “And if you wear these nipple cups as well you will find that your nipples aren’t exposed and the chains won’t rub against your nipples.”