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La Chatte Heureuse (The Happy Pussy)

Copyright© 2021 by Rachael Jane

Chapter 86: Pearl: Put to Work

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 86: Pearl: Put to Work - 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  

Pearl

We’re given half an hour to settle into our dormitory. That gives us time for a quick exploration of the facilities on level 1. Even though Opal, Pansy and Hazel have visited the island before, none of them is familiar with the layout of level 1 of the Tower. Nearly all the beds show signs of being in use, so their occupants must be busy elsewhere in the complex.

Dormitory B is next door, and identical in layout to our own room. Beyond that is the open plan dining area and communal kitchen, with larder, refrigerator and storage facilities beyond. A second staircase to the upper levels is marked as an emergency exit only. Our communal bathroom is on the opposite side of the corridor to the two dormitories. Privacy while showering or using the toilet is going to be negligible. The half screens between the door-less toilets is as good as it gets.

The most intimidating room is further down the corridor, beyond the north end stairs. Pansy says that it’s a fully equipped dungeon, with all sorts of equipment that even my fanciful imagination struggles to comprehend. Unfortunately ... or perhaps fortunately ... we cannot access it without a mistress unlocking the door.

“Hmm. Well you wanted to be a bondage slave,” I chortle to Amber.

“Yeah. The place look medieval,” says Amber.

“I think you’ll be finding out what’s in there soon enough,” I say. “Perhaps you should hope the club can’t find you a mistress so that you’ll need to pick another category.”

“Ah! It doesn’t work like that,” says Pansy. “If no suitable visiting members are willing to be your overseer, then one of the staff mistresses will do the job. That’s likely to be Madame Rebecca or Madame Nicole.”

“Are they the only two staff mistresses?” asks Opal.

“No, there are others, but they are the only two experienced at bondage games,” replies Pansy. “Madame Nicole is proficient at rope bondage, and Madame Rebecca is handy with a whip. If either of them is your overseer, then you can expect an intense experience. If you are uncertain about your choice, it’s best to say so soon.”

Having explored all the accessible rooms on this level, we return to our dormitory where we find a young Slave caste woman holding a clipboard waiting for us.

“I’m Tessa,” says the young woman. “I’m responsible for assigning your duties here on level 1. Madame Rebecca will assign your work schedule elsewhere.”

“Why do we have two sets of work duties?” I ask.

“The duties Madame Rebecca assigns you will count towards the twenty hours of labour per week you must complete to qualify for the discount on the cost of your stay. The roster I manage covers the day to day servicing of your own living area. That includes cooking and cleaning the rooms on level 1. Time spent doing those tasks doesn’t count towards your twenty hours of work. The roster showing your turn at cooking or cleaning will be posted on the kitchen notice board. Check it regularly as I sometimes need to make changes to accommodate other activities.”

“Where is everybody?” asks Amber.

“Mistresses will probably be in their suites or in the Recreation building E5. You will have seen some of the Slave caste members working on their assigned tasks when you arrived. There’s a work party of six preparing E2 and E4 for the arrival of the contractors who will be refurbishing E4. With your arrival, we have twenty-six Slave caste members, and fifteen Mistresses staying on the island. That stretches our available Slave caste accommodation in here to near capacity.”

Amber, Opal and I look at each other as though seeking reassurance we have done the right thing in coming here as slaves.

“I suggest you get something to eat before Madame Rebecca assigns you to your afternoon duties,” says Tessa.

“I must check in with Madame Wendy,” says Pansy. “I’m her Chattel slave ... or Tabby cat if that’s the phrase I’m supposed to use these days.”

“On the island, you can use the term Chattel slave,” replies Tessa. “The ‘cat’ nomenclature is only required when you are off the island, or conducting official business.”

“Okay. So do I need an escort to get to suite T4D?” asks Pansy.

“As a Chattel slave your palm print should give you access to your mistress’s suite. However, you’ll need to use the stairs to get to level 4. The elevator won’t work without a mistress escorting you.”

“I’m registered as a Field slave,” I say. “Am I expected to work in this cold weather with my tits exposed?”

“Not all Field slave work is outdoors,” says Tessa. “The label is a misnomer. Outside work is only scheduled if the weather is suitable, but it would need to be colder than this to halt outside work. You have the option of switching to a House slave if you feel the need. Anyway, once the contractors arrive on the island, you’ll be wearing orange overalls for any outside work. The club has a different dress code in open areas while contractors are working on the island.”

“Don’t you dare switch,” whispers Amber in my ear. “We had a deal.”

Our conversation is interrupted by the arrival of a smartly dressed woman in black leather gear. The name spelt on her necklace identifies her Rebecca.

“Right, let’s get you organised,” the new arrival says. “I’m Madame Rebecca, and I’m responsible for organising your work duties. If you have any problems, then come and see me. Reception will know where I am if I’m not in the office. With most of the East block closed, chances are I’ll be here in the Tower or in the Administration building, E1.

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