Chapter 38: Day Four, 25 December

Last night’s celebration was pleasant enough, although those of us of the Slave caste were kept busy preparing food and serving the mistresses. Even so, we had enough to eat and sufficient free time to enjoy the evening.

I’m roused by the electric jolt through my collar at the usual time. The only difference in my early morning routine is a quick exchange of ‘Happy Christmas’ with Madame Faye. By prior agreement, we don’t exchange gifts. Our daily visit to the dungeon is earlier than usual in order to allow time for me to recover and help with the Christmas Lunch preparations. Madame Faye doesn’t believe in gentler treatment simply because it’s Christmas Day morning. I’m instructed to bend over a wooden beam leaving my arse fully exposed for a spanking with one of Madame Faye’s favourite paddles. Unlike yesterday my wrists and ankles are shackled to the wooden frame even though I could hold my position while the punishment is delivered. I suppose I should feel privileged that Madame Faye has sufficient faith in my ability to quickly recover and be ready for work in two hours time.

Madame Faye doesn’t waste time getting down to business. I’ve barely completed a stroke’s count before the next one arrives.

I would have preferred longer to recover, but that’s not to be. I had only accumulated two black marks since yesterday, so it wasn’t a long session. Despite the session’s brevity, we return to Madame Faye’s suite feeling horny and in need of relief.

I confess that despite my experiences over the last six months, I still have a lot to learn about pleasing another woman sexually. My lesbian friendships at university are too recent to have developed into anything meaningful. Sex with them has tended to be furtive fumblings and hit-and-miss attempts to arouse the other. I know my own erogenous zones, and what turns me on, but the sensitivity of those zones can differ from one person to the next.

More often than not, Madame Faye diverts any attempt by me to please her sexually. After yesterday’s session in the dungeon, things feel slightly different, although I’m hard pressed to identify in what way. I oil the leather strap-on cock ready to penetrate Madame Faye’s fragrant cunt. She’s more aroused than I’ve seen her before. Normally she is the queen of emotional control, even during sex. Unlike me, she doesn’t shave her pubic hair completely but trims it into an attractive heart shape, bisected by her slit. I would trim my pubic hair the same way if Madame Faye would allow me, but her rules require that I keep my cunt bare.