Chapter 2: Elise

The dark cell is adding to the strange feelings rippling through my mind and body. Being confined like this gives me time to reflect on my decision to come here and endure the harsh life a Bondage Slave. I did my homework on what I could expect here before I left the comfort of my parents luxurious mansion. At least I thought I checked everything. I exchanged emails with several other members of La Chatte Heureuse before signing up for a five week stay. What they spoke about was something I wanted to experience. Perhaps I should have paid more attention to the advice given by those who spent time as a Slave and less from those who belong to the Ladies caste.

If I had chosen otherwise, I could now be lying on a tropical beach with my friend and casual lover, Fiona. But the prospect of five weeks doing nothing but the occasional romp in bed with Fiona was, to be frank, unappealing. I suppose I have always been submissive. Throughout my formative years, my governess instilled a regime of obedience and discipline. It never occurred to me that my life could be otherwise. I accepted that I needed someone in my life to exert control over me. By the time I was eighteen I actively sought out people who could satisfy my submissive tendencies.

It was about that time that I recognised that my sexual leanings were towards girls rather than boys. That’s when I secretly join La Chatte Heureuse. The generous allowance I received from my parents was more than enough to pay for membership. However, my parents made a point of discouraging my girlfriends’ attentions, while encouraging boys. That’s how I ended up with Sean. He was more than happy to boss me around, and slake his lust on my body. But our relationship was all about satisfying his desires without any consideration for mine. We soon tired of each other and our relationship ended after a few months.

My parents didn’t really accept that I was a lesbian when I told them. Instead they ignored the issue entirely. Their only concession to my sexual preferences was to stop pushing boys in my direction, but they made it clear that female bedmates would not be welcome in our home. That’s partly why I’ve come here while they are touring around Europe for a few months.

Is my choice to experience a Bondage Slave lifestyle a step too far into the unknown? Perhaps. But I desperately need to understand my sexual boundaries and time isn’t an unlimited resource. My first experiences in the hands of Madame Nicole have both terrified and delighted me. She promises to train me to control my orgasms, and that thought excites me. My rampant sexual fantasies are something I feel ashamed about, but equally I need to satisfy. Fiona can bring me to an orgasm in no time at all, and I sometimes feel that I disappoint her by coming too soon.

A face appears at the small window in the door of my cell. The only lighting in my cell is through the small window, so the person standing at my door blocks out nearly all the light.

“Are you alright, Slave Elise?” asks the woman.

I don’t know who is at the door but Madame Nicole mentioned that one of the Ladies will be making hourly checks on my well being. Her accent confirms that she isn’t Madame Nicole. It’s my opportunity to use my safeword if I want to be released from this cell.

“I’m okay, Lady,” I reply.

Torchlight shines through the door illuminating me siting on my bed.

“Display yourself, Slave,” says the unknown woman.

I’m not sure what she means but I stand up facing the door with my hands on my head and legs slightly apart.

“No. No. You should be naked when you display yourself,” snaps the woman.

I feel a strange tingle ripple through me on hearing her command. I do as she asks and remove my clothing, such as it is. I resume the position I adopted before.

“Hmm,” mutters the woman as though admiring my body. “Play with you clit and tits, Slave Elise. Bring yourself to an orgasm.”

This is pushing my limits. I’ve never masturbated in front of another person, and I’m not sure I can do so on demand. But I obey. At first my inhibitions stop me from working myself into the pleasurable state where my juices start to flow. But it’s only a temporary block. As soon as I remind myself that I’m a slave in a dungeon, my reservations disappear and I’m fucking myself like a whore. My orgasm hits and I come with a moan of unashamed pleasure as I feel my juices flow over my hand.

“Good. You can get dressed,” orders the woman. “I’ll see you in an hour and you can repeat the performance.”

I do as I’m bid and then lie down on my bed. I resume my assessment of my lifestyle choice. The thought of performing again for the woman does wicked things to my mind. This is something I’m going to really enjoy.

Three times I repeat my disgraceful act for my unknown watcher before I’m finally allowed to sleep uninterrupted. My bedsheet is in need of cleaning after my using it as a towel for my cum, but there’s nothing I can do about that tonight.

“Good morning, Slave Elise,” says Madame Nicole when she opens my cell door several hours later.

“Good morning, Madame Nicole,” I reply as I quickly roll out of bed and stand facing her.

She studies me for a minute before ordering me to pick up my chamber pot and empty it in the toilet in the corner of the dungeon. She doesn’t say anything about my visitors last night and I’m left wondering if she knows about the wanton acts I performed for them.

“Today we shall test your stamina and abilities,” says Madame Nicole. “But first have some breakfast. Join me in the Administration building as soon as you’ve eaten and cleaned yourself up.”

I’m not sure what she means by testing my stamina and abilities, but I guess I’ll find out soon enough. I’m escorted out of the dungeon and taken upstairs to the dining area located in the regular slave quarters. There I join the Suzy who arrived with me yesterday. Bread, cereal and fruit are available on platters and bowls buffet style and I help myself to breakfast.

“Where did you sleep last night?” asks Suzy while we eat.

“Downstairs in a dungeon cell,” I reply. “What about you?”

“In the dormitory down the corridor. Not sure which is the better option. There were nineteen of us in the room and we were chained to our beds. The smell of used chamber pots was disgusting. It wasn’t a comfortable night.”

I doubt anything we are going to experience at La Chatte Heureuse is going to be comfortable. I will be disappointed if we are treated like pampered pets. I begin to wonder how prepared Suzy is for her chosen experience. Still, she’s only here for five days. Perhaps all this is just a game for her.

We finish our breakfast and I use the bathroom facilities in the slave quarters. I check any shameful evidence of my orgasms last night are erased. Madame Nicole didn’t specify a time for me to meet her which I suspect is a test of some sort.

As soon as I’m ready, I leave the slave quarters and go across to the Administration building nearby. Fortunately the buildings are well signposted so getting lost would be difficult. The door to the Administration building is unlocked, so I have no difficulty in gaining entry. Finding Madame Nicole is another matter entirely. I know from when I arrived on the island that her normal duties are as receptionist for La Chatte Heureuse. However the reception desk where we registered when we arrived is unoccupied. I see another of the Slave caste working nearby and I approach her for directions.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” I say tentatively. Nobody has instructed me on how to politely address another of the Slave caste.

“You don’t address a fellow member of the Slave caste as ‘ma’am’”, replies the woman. “Everyone’s name is on their necklace or collar. A Slave is simply addressed by their name.”

“Um ... OK ... sorry ... Brooke,” I reply when I finally manage to read the name on her necklace. “I’m looking for Nicole.”

“That’s Madame Nicole to the likes of you and me,” laughs Brooke. “She should be back in about five minutes. You can come and help me check off this list while you wait.”

I walk round to her side of the reception desk and we stand side by side against a raised counter. Brooke seems very friendly which eases my nervousness. I help her compare the contents of one list to another. As far as I can tell we are matching a list of goods received to the original order. I suppose this is the sort of routine office work that goes with running a place like La Chatte Heureuse. Part way through our work there is a burst of music from a nearby loudspeaker.

“Oh not now!” moans Brooke.

She suddenly drops her list and clutches her cunt. I’m completely baffled by her reaction to the music. As strange as it seems, it appears as though she’s having an orgasm. Her moans and writhing body only confirm my suspicion. But how is the music affecting her this way?

Finally the music stops and Brooke removes her hands from her cunt. Her hands are wet, and she’s clearly had one or more orgasms. I look at her quizzically as though she needs to give me an explanation. Of course, she is under no obligation to do so.

“Are you alright?” I ask.

“Yes, yes,” replies Brooke. “It’s one of La Chatte Heureuse’s little treats. Sound triggers the special vibrator I have in my cunt. Music gets played over the loudspeaker system at random intervals and any Slave wearing one of the vibrators is affected.”

“Do all Slaves get to wear one of the vibrators?” I ask.

“Only if one of the Mistresses approves and the Slave agrees. Some Slaves wear one all the time, but I remove mine at night. Madame Nicole will probably want you to wear one if she is planning on training you to control your orgasms.”

“Um ... she mentioned something yesterday about teaching me to control my orgasms. But I’ve no idea how to do that.”

“It takes a lot of practise but you’d do well to learn quickly. The training often means increasingly harsh punishments for failure.”

“Learn what quickly?” asks Madame Nicole as she walks into the office.

“Slave Elise was asking about La Chatte Heureuse vibrators and controlling her orgasms, Madame Nicole,” says Brooke.

I’m a bit taken aback by the speed at which Brooke betrayed the contents of what I assumed was a private conversation.

“I suppose you were demonstrating how quickly you surrender to your slutty urges just now,” replies Madame Nicole to Brooke.