La Chatte Heureuse (The Happy Pussy)
Copyright© 2021 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 75: Chloe: Friday
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 75: Chloe: Friday - 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 Illustrated
Friday morning starts badly. I’m already worried enough about what Melissa is enduring at the hands of Bernice, without hearing of trouble among the Black cats in E3. Nicole alerts me to the problem. The unofficial practise called ‘poaching’ has reared its ugly head again. Melody has complained to Nicole that Drippy was ambushed last night on her way back to their suite, and subjected to an hour of torment in the E4 dungeon at the hands of Clarice. As much as I’d like to stamp out such behaviour, it is easier said than done. The club rules not only permit mistresses to punish slaves, it’s an expected part of the lifestyle. After all, that’s why everyone has the use of a safe-word to halt any excessive behaviour.
“Where’s Melody at the moment,” I ask Nicole.
“She’s taken Drippy to be given a medical check by Olivia.”
“Was Drippy seriously hurt?” I ask.
“I don’t think so,” replies Nicole. “She showed signs of receiving some lashes across her tits, but nothing that won’t fade within a few more hours. I think Melody is more upset than Drippy.”
“Okay. If Melody is making a formal complaint, then ask her to come and see me before things get out of hand.”
I worry about Melissa some more. I have a general understanding of the unofficial rules around poaching. Of course, any Mistress who wants to take a slave to the dungeon for a bondage and punishment session can easily hire someone from E4 for the purpose. Poaching a Chattel slave is less about taking power over the slave, and more about a power grab against another mistress. Within the Mistress caste membership, there are surging currents of political one-upmanship. Faye and Bernice are the current queen bees, although Natasha could easily challenge them for that status if she was ever of a mind to bother. Nobody messes with Natasha, but she rarely uses her physical strength in an assertive manner. If you can put aside her muscular weightlifter’s build, she is actually a pleasant and considerate person.
Which brings me back to Melissa and her exposure to being ‘poached’. I belatedly realise that by insisting that Melissa be given two hours of free time to herself each day, I’ve effectively pasted a target on her back for any would-be poacher. Of course, the poacher might need to face the wrath of Bernice, but common sense isn’t always applied in these situations. Besides, if Melissa is subjected to poaching during her free time, then Bernice isn’t directly affected. Arguably Melissa isn’t Bernice’s Chattel slave, so no loss of status would reflect on Bernice resulting from Melissa being poached. That realisation doesn’t make me feel any happier about it all.
“You’re tying yourself in knots, Chloe,” says Nicole when she sees me worrying. “Melody and Drippy are here. I think they have calmed down now, but a helpful word from you might put the issue to bed.”
I invite Melody and Drippy into my office. Nicole has told me a little about their background. Melody is a wealthy 23 year old, and the least-likely mistress you can imagine. She’s deeply in love with Drippy, who has been her closest friend since primary school. Drippy, on the other hand, is from a less affluent family, and she is financially and emotionally dependent on Melody. It’s far from an ideal situation, but somehow the pair seem to make their relationship work. Any suggestion that perhaps La Chatte Heureuse isn’t the lifestyle they desire are met with horrified looks and adamant denials from both of them.
“Are you suffering from any injuries, Drippy,” I ask as soon as Melody repeats her earlier complaint to Nicole.
“Nothing beyond a few bruises, Madame,” replies Drippy.
“What occurred in the dungeon?”
“Madame Clarice shackled me to the X-frame and proceeded to torment me, Madame,” replies Drippy.
“In what way did she torment you?” I probe.
“She tickled me at first, before proceeding to lash my tits and arse, Madame.”
“Did you use your safe-word at any time?”
“Um ... No, Madame. The flogging wasn’t pleasant but I didn’t feel the need to use my safe-word.”
“So, does that mean that Madame Clarice didn’t do anything that isn’t permitted by the club rules?”
“Um ... That’s right, Madame,” replies Drippy sheepishly.
“She poached Drippy in the first place!” grumbles Melody.
“Which is something you Black cats in E3 seem to find acceptable behaviour,” I reply. “If you want to protect Drippy from poaching, then I suggest you keep her fully occupied.”
The meeting concludes with Melody slightly happier with the outcome. I wonder of she realises that Drippy didn’t seriously object to the treatment she received at Clarice’s hands. Perhaps I should have suggested that Melody takes Drippy to the dungeon herself more often.
After Melody and Drippy leave my office, I reflect on the observations I made about their relationship, and how there are similarities in my own relationship with Melissa. I care deeply about what happens to Melissa, but I cannot protect her all of the time. Taking her away from all this isn’t an option without her forfeiting her inheritance. And once we are married, and Melissa gains control of the resort and club, what then? She wants to continue as a member of the Slave caste, but I cannot see how that can be made to work. Assertive members like Faye and Bernice will run rings around Melissa and me if we cannot match them in status. That puts a lot of responsibility on my shoulders, which I feel ill prepared to take on. But for the sake of our marriage, I must come up with an answer.
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