La Chatte Heureuse (The Happy Pussy)
Copyright© 2021 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 39: Day Four, 25 December.
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 39: Day Four, 25 December. - The Happy Pussy is an exclusive women-only club located on a remote island. Nicole suddenly finds herself unemployed and homeless. The advertisement for a receptionist position at the club is her lifeline. Only when the sexually inexperienced Nicole arrives on the island does she realise exactly what sort of activities are carried on at the club. She is drawn into the dark and alluring world of debauchery the club offers and which push her moral boundaries to breaking point.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Slavery Lesbian Fiction BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Double Penetration Food Masturbation Sex Toys Squirting Slow
I soon realise that Ginny and Claire are what Madame Violet calls ‘weekend slaves’. The pair are moderately submissive, but to them, their experiences on the island are nothing more than playing a sexy game. Naylene seems more dedicated to the submissive lifestyle, although she confesses that she’s never had more than casual relationships with a dominatrix. From her comments about Madame Faye, I suspect that Naylene is frightened of getting trapped in a dominant-submissive arrangement that she can’t escape. It’s a risk all submissives take, and one of the reasons many only play out their desires within the relatively safe surroundings provided by La Chatte Heureuse. I would offer advice if I could, but I’m too new to this lifestyle to provide meaningful help. Then an idea comes to mind.
“After Christmas, why don’t you ask one of the staff mistresses if you can take a Flower Assessment,” I say to Naylene. “I don’t know if you’ll fit any of the four types, but if you do, then it will help you find a dominatrix who has compatible preferences to your own.”
Naylene agrees to consider my suggestion although I think she will need someone to push her. Currently she must be feeling too insecure to take the plunge. I’m hardly an expert on living a submissive lifestyle, but I know that finding a dominatrix whom you can trust is a daunting task. That’s why I think taking the Flower Assessment will help Naylene. Even if she doesn’t fit one of four predefined types, the analysis will help her better understand her own preferences in relation to others.
Slave Brooke returns a short while later and she’s impressed at the progress we have made in her absence. However, it is Madame Rebecca we need to satisfy. She will be the one who decides whether we have accomplished our task. We finish assembling the folding tables and placing decorative table cloths on each of them. The balloons and other festive decorations are in place, and Naylene brings the plates, napkins and cutlery from the kitchen. Clearly La Chatte Heureuse doesn’t believe in using paper plates and plastic cutlery ... not even for those of the Slave caste. Once we agree that we have completed our task, Slave Brooke goes to inform Madame Rebecca that the room is ready for her inspection.
I think we all feel relieved when Madame Rebecca confirms that she is happy with our efforts. Slave Brooke is sent to inform those working in the various kitchens that they should start transferring the prepared food to the room we have prepared. Madame Rebecca assigns Naylene, Ginny and Claire to organising the placing of the plates and bowls of food on the tables as they arrive.
“Slave Tessa. Slave Drippy. Come with me,” orders Madame Rebecca.
Drippy and I follow Madame Rebecca upstairs to the staff living area. It’s the first time I’ve been on this floor of the Administration building. I notice that the staff dormitories are only slightly more spacious than the dormitories in the Slave quarters, and the living area is comfortable without being luxurious. The kitchen, however, looks like a bomb site.
“Lady Ruth is away at the moment, so we have no staff cook,” says Madame Rebecca. “All the staff have been busy. Nobody has done any washing up for several days, and we are running out of clean crockery and utensils. You are to wash and dry these things, and put them in the cupboards and drawers over here. Understood?”
“Yes, Madame,” I reply, sensing that even using the dish washer, this is a task that will take us over an hour.
“But Madame,” says Drippy. “The party downstairs will be starting soon.”
I quickly tap Drippy on the thigh to stop her whining. Whether I’m quick enough to avoid Madame Rebecca’s reprimand remains to be seen.
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