Chapter 77: Melissa: Saturday

Sleeping in a steel collar, cuffs and a chastity belt takes some getting used to doing. I’m a long way off being able to get a good night’s sleep encased in steel as I am. At least the two dildo’s were removed, so I can use the toilet, albeit with difficulty. Thankfully Madame Bernice isn’t requiring me to piss in a chamber pot this time around.

Last night was a new step in our relationship. Madame Bernice doesn’t usually ask me to please her sexually. However, last night she had me bring her to an orgasm by sucking her clit and tonguing her cunt and arse. Sticking my tongue up someone’s arse isn’t my favourite form of sex. However, Madame Chloe also seems to like the experience, so last night was useful practise. Madame Bernice is normally a devotee of bondage and punishment rather than performing overtly sexual acts. Given my intimate relationship with Madame Chloe, the minimal physical sex is something that suits me fine. Madame Chloe is jealous enough as it is without Madame Bernice stoking the fire.

I get dressed and use the bathroom as instructed. Hopefully the metal encasing me is water resistant and isn’t going to rust. This sort of quality gear costs serious money, and none of it is club property on loan. That sets me thinking about what will happen when I become owner of the resort, and majority owner of the club. By now I realise that even by my 25th birthday I’ll still be too inexperienced to manage the resort operations as Chief Executive. I understand the theory, but my interpersonal skills are still woefully inadequate for the cut-throat business world. Put simply, I like this lifestyle as a slave, and all that it represents. I’d only give that up with the greatest of reluctance.

Madame Chloe may be the same age as me, but she has had several years of experience in business management before coming here. She’ll be ready to take over Madame April’s role by the time we marry. That makes me more convinced that the public face of ownership needs to be Chloe rather than me, much in the same way that Madame April has been the apparent owner of the resort since my father’s death. Only the most determined investigator will be able to penetrate the façade, and identify that ownership rests with my father’s estate behind the scenes.

My duties this morning are more routine, including hand washing Madame Bernice’s woollen clothes, and running a few messages on her behalf. I’m careful to always look busy, mindful that there seems to be a competition among the other mistresses to poach both Drippy and me. While I’m working in the small E3 laundry, washing Madame Bernice’s woollens, I’m approached by both Madame Alice and Madame Natasha. Madame Alice’s approach is predatory and she doesn’t hold back from groping my tits and feeling between my legs. Of course, the chastity belt hinders her activities down below, but my tits come in for some rough treatment. I could use my safe-word to stop her going too far, but I don’t feel the need to call it quits. I freely chose this lifestyle, so I’m not going to burst into tears from a bit a rough handling.