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La Chatte Heureuse (The Happy Pussy)

Copyright© 2021 by Rachael Jane

Chapter 81: Tessa: Tuesday

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 81: Tessa: Tuesday - 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  

The morning inbound ferry brings the return of Madame Rebecca. Elise has gone to join the White cats handling the new arrivals’ luggage, even though the pair I’ve assigned could manage on their own. Madame Rebecca and Elise enjoy a special relationship that seems to be a cross between the intimate relationship Madame Nicole and Olivia enjoy, and the more business oriented one I have with Madame Faye.

We are now seeing the usual drop off in the number of arrivals that always occurs once summer is over. This year the decline has been a few weeks later than in previous years, but the trend is unmistakeable. Madame Nicole is already planning the closure of some of the dormitories and suites until Christmas. That will reduce the amount of daily servicing required, which eases any problems in matching duties and people on the White cat rosters. The smaller number of White cats on the island makes it harder to cover for random hiring by mistresses, although there are fewer mistresses here to exercise that privilege.

“I bet you’ll be glad to hand back control of the White cat rosters to Rebecca,” says Madame Nicole as I wait patiently for Madame Rebecca to appear.

“Yes, Madame. Managing them in her absence has been a big challenge of me. Perhaps I can take it easy for a short while.”

“Hmm. I wouldn’t get too comfortable. Brooke is scheduled to take three weeks leave from the end of this week, and Grace doesn’t return for another week. There’ll be work around the office that’ll keep you out of mischief.”

“Yes, Madame,” I sigh.

“But cheer up,” laughs Madame Nicole. “I’m sure Rebecca will allow you a couple of days off duty before Brooke departs.”

Staff leave is divided into two types. Short off-duty breaks of a day or two are taken while remaining on the island. Longer breaks, of two or more weeks duration, are taken whenever Madame Chloe can juggle the staffing to manage. Now that the peak season is ending, more staff are able to take the longer breaks that their contracts provide.

Madame Rebecca is ready to resume work shortly after lunch. As I expected, she promptly goes through the current White cat rosters with me and queries some of my allocation decisions. She seems satisfied with my work, even commending me for my method of covering for sudden absences due to hiring requests.

“Why is Melissa not on the roster?” asks Madame Rebecca. “There’s far too much work needed in the gardens to allow her to swan off.”

“She’s on an eight-day hire to Madame Bernice until Friday, Madame. It’s apparently something Madame April arranged with Madame Bernice. Effectively Melissa is Madame Bernice’s Chattel slave in all but name. She gets two hours a day of free time, but she’s otherwise in Madame Bernice’s thrall. I don’t think Melissa is ‘swanning off’ as you put it. In fact, I’m concerned at the treatment she’s endured at Madame Bernice’s command.”

“And what have Chloe, Nicole and Helen done about that?” fumes Madame Rebecca.

“I’m not privy to what they’ve said to either Madame April or Madame Bernice, Madame. I know Madame Chloe was angry at first, and that Olivia had to treat Melissa after she was beaten.”

“Right. Thank you for telling me. I’ll follow up with the staff mistresses. I would like you to intercept Melissa next time she has time off and see if she needs help. She may be more willing to divulge her true feelings to a sister slave than to one of the mistresses. Ah! Sorry, I can’t get used to calling everyone a black, blue, pink or whatever cat. I much prefer the proper caste names.”

“You aren’t the only one who struggles with the new caste names, Madame.” I reply. “I overheard a rumour that Madame April has approved the use of the old caste names while on the island, but any written correspondence, or reference to castes while off the island must use the new caste labels.”

“I suppose that’s better than nothing. Faye and Bernice are probably spitting tacks at having to use the new names.”

“Madame Faye did so with the greatest reluctance, and Madame Bernice refuses point blank to use the new labels, Madame.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me? At least Madame April’s compromise should keep things from boiling over. I’ll talk with Chloe later and get her view on where we are going with all this.”

I officially hand over control of the main White cat roster to Rebecca, and breathe a sigh of relief that I now only need to perform one set of miracles with the E4 cooking and cleaning roster.

The mission Madame Rebecca set me to talk with Melissa is thrown into further confusion after Madame Rebecca talks with the other staff mistresses. Apparently Melissa has agreed to let herself be in Madame Bernice’s thrall for eight days, and that it was Madame Chloe who delivered Melissa’s punishment, albeit at Madame Bernice’s behest. The whole situation is far murkier than meets the eye. It doubles my resolve to speak with Melissa as soon as possible, even if it intrudes on the two off-duty days Rebecca has allowed me from tomorrow.

I find Melissa later that afternoon in the Recreation building gymnasium practising lifting weights. I suspect that Madame Natasha has something to do with that, but she’s nowhere in sight.

“Hi, Melissa. Are you off duty, or has Madame Bernice set you these exercises?”

“Hi, Tessa. I’m on my two hour free time break at the moment. I thought I’ll be safer from being ‘poached’ if I came in here and exercised with weights.”

“I must remember that trick. Apart from Madame Natasha, I doubt many mistresses will venture in here. I heard about the beating you took. Those marks look painful.”

“My tits are still a bit tender, but I can now sit down ... carefully. I’m okay though. Olivia said the marks will all be gone by weekend, and they’re already a lot paler.”

“Is it true that Madame Chloe delivered the punishment ... and that it was fifty strokes?”

“Yes ... and it was sixty strokes. Forty on my arse and ten on each tit.”

“That’s awful. You must really hate Madame Chloe for doing that.”

“No. It was done on Madame Bernice’s orders, and I could have used my safe-word, but I chose not to do so. So I don’t hate Madame Chloe. I love her.”

“You love her?!?”

“Oh shit! I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Please forget I uttered those words.”

“No. Melissa. I’m not the only one who notices there’s something special between you and Madame Chloe. Why do you hide your love? How serious is it between you?”

 
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