La Chatte Heureuse (The Happy Pussy)
Copyright© 2021 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 79: Bernice: Sunday
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 79: Bernice: Sunday - 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
When Melissa turned up at my suite door at eight o’clock last night, I was flabbergasted to see her so soon. I wasn’t expecting her for at least another 24 hours, if at all. Chloe may have delivered the punishment I dictated, but I’m guilty of demanding far too much. I allowed my frustration at being unable to solve the mystery of Melissa to boil over into a shameful act of spite. In other circumstances, I would apologize profusely, but a mistress must never show regret towards a slave she has had punished.
I suppose the least I can do is assign Melissa to light duties today. No chastity belt or steel collar for now. The wrist and ankle cuffs will suffice as tokens of her submission to me. Melissa makes breakfast as usual and apart from the occasional wince if she aggravates her sore arse or tits, she works normally.
“Do you despise me for having you punished yesterday, Melissa?” I ask.
“No, Madame. Not at all. You only did what you are entitled to do. I could have used my safe-word if I found the punishment was too much.”
“Given the severity of the punishment, that must make you some form of masochist. I don’t know many members of the Slave caste able to endure that level of punishment.”
“I’m not sure I would call myself a masochist, Madame. I don’t seek that kind of punishment, but I’ll endure it if I must. I knew I was to be a member of the Slave caste when I accepted my job here. I can hardly complain if you and others treat me as a slave.”
“And do you think you’ll stay here on the staff for any length of time?”
“I’ve no intention of quitting, if that’s what you mean, Madame,” replies Melissa.
“Not even after Chloe beat you so hard? It cannot be easy working for someone who is willing to deliver that level of punishment on her employee.”
“Madame Chloe and I are old school friends, Madame. We know each other’s strengths and weaknesses, likes and dislikes. She and I understand each other’s boundaries.”
I mentally slap myself for overlooking that Melissa had admitted that she went to school with Chloe. I was too busy trying to link them romantically to consider their relationship was simply a continuation of a school friendship. Still, that doesn’t explain the depth of Melissa’s knowledge about La Chatte Heureuse. My intuition tells me the answer to that question will provide a wealth of information I can exploit. But Melissa has suffered enough for now, and I can be patient. Faye couldn’t discover the secret while she was here, so I’m not too disheartened. Perhaps Faye and I need to reconcile our differences and work together on this subject.
Natasha visits us mid-morning. She’s come fresh from practising her weightlifting in the Recreation building. The strong odour of her sweating body plays havoc with my nostrils. Melissa obviously notices the smell as well, but her reaction is different to mine. She seems drawn to the odour, while I feel repulsed.
“Can I borrow Melissa for half and hour?” asks Natasha. “The useless slave I hired to shower me fainted at the smell of my body.”
“Yeah! Sure,” I reply, wanting Natasha out of my suite as soon as possible. “That’s if Melissa can stomach the smell.”
“As long as she doesn’t faint, it’ll be fine. Come on Slave Melissa. Let’s see if your stomach is as hardy as your tits and arse.”
Melissa follows Natasha out of my suite and I promptly reach for the air freshener. I suspect Natasha likes having a slave shower her after a workout simply to enhance her reputation as a bad-ass around the club.
I settle down to catch up on some work while I’ve a spare moment.
Melissa returns about forty minutes later with sopping wet hair. At least her clothes are dry.
“Go and dry your hair before you wet something important,” I say as I admit Melissa into my suite. “How did you get your hair that wet?”
“Madame Natasha had me undress and get into the shower with her, Madame. It was easier to soap her body with me in the shower.”
“If I know Natasha, she expected more than a soaping and scrub down,” I reply.
“Um ... yes, Madame. Before I started washing her, she had me perform certain acts in the shower.”
“Oh don’t go all coy on me, Melissa. If Natasha wanted you to fuck her, then say so and stop using mealy-mouth words.”
“Sorry, Madame. Madame Natasha required me to bury my face in her cunt and tongue her to an orgasm.”
“And did you enjoy the experience? Did you like sucking off a sweaty gorilla?”
“I didn’t mind the smell, Madame. It had its own special charisma.”
“You are one of a kind Melissa. I think you’ll go far in the club if you play your cards right.”
“What do you mean, Madame?”
“The Greenway House Partnership may own the resort, and have a majority stake in La Chatte Heureuse, but it’s the club rules that determine how members interact, and hence the success or otherwise of the resort’s lifestyle. As you observed when Raewyn and her hangers-on visited yesterday, members of the Mistress cast are each entitled to ten votes to the one vote given to Lady and Slave caste members. That’s as it should be given the substantial difference in membership fees. It also means that club rules are predominantly set by those in the Mistress caste.”
“I understand that, Madame, but I’m not sure how it relates to me.”
“Even within the Mistress caste there is a hierarchy. Those, like me, who are senior members of the caste, carry more influence than, say, sweet innocent Melody. A slave who knows which mistress to favour will bask in the reflected glow of her patron. Tessa owes much of her reputation around the club from her association with Faye.”
“Then I shall endeavour to find favour with the senior mistresses, Madame,” replies Melissa.
“Yes, but be careful who you choose to be your patrons. Some mistresses will try to take advantage of your position on the staff to influence the resort management.”
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