Chapter 85: Amber: Arrival into Turmoil

Amber

There are only six of us aboard the ferry as it arrives at the island on a chilly October Saturday morning. Even though it’s the off-peak season, I had expected more club members to be arriving today. Perhaps more will be arriving tomorrow. The two older women travelling with the three of us have the aloof look of Mistresses, while the remaining passenger is younger. Her posture suggests she’s like us, a member of the Slave caste.

“I’m Hazel,” says the young woman about our age addressing a nervous looking Opal. “I’m a member of the Slave caste. Is this your first visit to the island?”

“Um ... Er ... Hi,” replies Opal with a slight tremor in her voice. “I’m Opal. I’ve been once before. These are my friends Amber and Pearl ... or rather, those are our pseudonyms. We’ve recently switched from the Lady caste to the Slave caste, so this is a whole new experience for the three of us.”

“Yeah, I think it’s going to be strange for all of us,” replies Hazel. “I gather we’ll all be staying in the Tower while the refurbishment of the usual Slave caste quarters is underway. I hear that work is going to start on Monday. I’ve been here twice before, but I’ve never been inside the Tower. I’m told that it’s creepy.”

“Get a backbone, girl,” says one of the older women. “If the Tower scares you, then you should have stayed away.”

“It’s the only time I can get two weeks leave from work before next Easter,” replies Hazel defensively. “Besides, it does all sound like fun. Sleeping in a castle dungeon sounds a bit daring.”

“The Slave caste dormitories in the Tower are next to the dungeon, not in it,” tuts the older woman. “Still, we get shackled to our beds at night, so I guess it has the same feel.”

“Oh! Does that mean you are a member of the Slave caste as well?” asks Hazel.

“It does. I go by the name Pansy. This is my mistress, Madame Wendy. I’m here as her Chattel Slave, if you know what that means.”

Several things in the conversation alert me to how little I know about the experience Pearl, Opal and I have dared each other to endure. I don’t recall reading about being shackled to the bed at night. Being a Chattel Slave is something I glossed over when I read the brochure. Beyond being a personal slave to a Mistress, I know nothing about what it involves. Still, we all accepted the challenge, so we had best make the most of it.

With only six passengers on the ferry, disembarking takes next to no time. Two slave caste women have soon loaded our luggage onto the trailer and are towing it with a small tractor up the driveway to the reception building. We follow behind on foot. I see two more Slave caste members tending the gardens. Like all members of the Slave caste, they are easily recognised by their exposed tits. That’s something I’m now feeling slightly nervous about. It sounded okay when I read all the material we’d been sent, but now that we’re here, it doesn’t sound so thrilling ... particularly on a cold October morning.