Chapter 3: Nicole

Compared to the handful of other Slaves I’ve directly managed since I arrived at La Chatte Heureuse, Elise is the closest to a natural submissive that I’ve seen. Initially I had concerns that her choice of the Bondage Slave category was going to be too much for her. Particularly as her stay here will be for five weeks. A week as a Bondage Slave at La Chatte Heureuse is usually the most any inexperienced slave can take. Even an experienced member of the Slave caste struggles after three weeks of the gruelling regime.

I could modify the normal regime to make it easier on Elise, but so far I don’t see a need to do so. After seeing her reaction to being tied in the Shibari ‘prisoner belt’ harness, the insertion of a butt plug and the cock-sucking exercise, I’m more confident in Elise’s ability to handle the lifestyle. She’s given me a peek of her real self and her motivation for seeking this lifestyle. I need to explore deeper into her psyche so that I can help her gain the maximum benefit from her stay. I can make a few guesses at what drives her desires, but getting her to fully open up about her emotions would be a great help. In some respects she is naive and an innocent, but she’s only once briefly baulked at anything I’ve demanded so far. I thought she might baulk again when I asked her whether her arsehole was virgin territory, but to her credit she answered my question.

“I need to return to my duties for an hour or so, Slave Elise,” I say as I finally remove my strap-on cock from her mouth. “Since you expressed an attraction to Slave Brooke, I shall leave you in her company while I work. Remember you must try to keep the butt plug in place. If it falls out, you must ask Brooke to replace it. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Madame Nicole,” replies Elise. “My throat is sore from sucking the cock. May I have a drink of water?”

“Certainly. There’s a sink over there and some cups in the cupboard.”

I’m glad Elise doesn’t make the mistake of asking me to free her from her bonds. Her wrists are firmly bound to the rope belt around her waist and chest. She can hold things in her hands, but she can’t move them very far. Seeing how she manages to take a drink while bound is going to be enlightening.

Elise goes over to the cupboard. She manages to open the door and take hold of a plastic cup. With difficulty she places the cup on the workbench next to the sink. Filling the cup is going to be a problem since her hands have insufficient free movement. After studying the problem for a moment, she goes across the room to fetch a chair. She drags it to the sink and stands on the chair. By bending over the sink she can now start the flow of water. She nearly loses her balance once or twice but she manages to steady herself before falling.

It takes Elise a couple of attempts to fill her cup and place it back on the workbench without tipping it over. Then she shuts off the water and eases herself down from the chair. All she needs to do now is drink from the cup. She has no means of lifting the cup to her mouth, so she must bend forward and lap the water from the cup like an animal. Unsurprisingly, Elise finds it difficult, but she manages to drink about half of the cup before accidentally knocking it into the sink.

“I’m sorry, Madame,” says Elise. “I’ve made a mess. If you can tell me where the cleaning materials are kept, I’ll clean everything up.”

“Leave everything for now,” I reply. “You can clean everything up later when I free you from your bonds. Now come with me.”

Although I don’t tell Elise, I’m impressed by how she managed her task while bound. Most Slaves wouldn’t have managed to fill the cup, let alone drink from it. She’s spilt water on the floor, but the mess is much less than many experienced Slaves would make in the circumstances. I toss a cloth on the floor to soak up some of the spilt water in case someone else comes into the room before Elise can clean it up.

I lead Elise back to the main office where Brooke and Helen are working. As usual Brooke is trying to flirt with Helen but she isn’t meeting with much success. As a member of the Lady caste, Helen could simply tell her to stop but so far she hasn’t chosen to do so. It’s a strange game the two of them are playing but I detect a certain chemistry working between them.

“Slave Brooke. I want Slave Elise to work with you in the office for a few hours while I attend to my work. She expressed a desire to get to know you more intimately.”

Brooke’s eyes light up at the prospect of some sexual play with Elise. She had been trying to seduce Elise earlier but she didn’t get the time to go very far. I hope Elise was being truthful when she said she found Brooke appealing because Brooke will be all over her in no time at all.

“Umm ... Mistress Nicole,” says Brooke as I walk to my desk. “Slave Elise has her hands bound. How is she expected to help me with my work?”

“That’s a challenge the two of you can work out between you. But Elise remains in that harness until I decide otherwise.”

“Yes, Madame,” replies Brooke.

My desk isn’t too far away. Once I’m satisfied they are doing actual work, I leave them in peace.

My primary duty at La Chatte Heureuse is to operate the booking system and allocate the appropriate accommodation to arriving guests. The improvements we made to the booking system when I started have made the job a lot easier. Monique decided to slowly increase the number of members allowed to visit at any one time despite the refurbishment of several buildings significantly increasing capacity. It was a wise choice as we discovered a few logistical problems that need resolving, and which could have resulted in chaos had we tried to operate at maximum capacity.

One thorny problem is providing Mistresses for arriving unattached Slaves. I find to be the trickiest part of my job. With only three of us on the staff in the Mistress caste we rely heavily on visiting Mistresses to help supervise and discipline Slaves. Fortunately most of the women in the Mistress caste are happy to do so and a few long term Mistress-Slave relationships have developed as a result.

However, pairing strangers isn’t just a matter of picking any available Mistress and assigned her a Slave at random. There’s age and temperament of both parties to match. Members of the Slave caste have the same rights to have their wishes accommodated as Mistresses and Ladies. Take Elise, for example. She wanted a Mistress about her own age and one who is strict without being cruel. La Chatte Heureuse has rules about abuse, but there is a fine line between what is non-consensual abuse and what is consensual harsh treatment. The Bondage Slave category is a particularly hard group to pair Mistress and Slave since a certain amount of maltreatment is expected.

I complete the urgent tasks and clear the queue of reservation requests. I do some initial matching of Mistresses and Slaves for the next few batches of arrivals. As usual there are two or three members who will be difficult to pair and I’ll need to do some extra research. But that’s a task for later.

I check on Helen, Brooke and Elise. They are busy working together going through work rosters for the Field Slaves. Although they are called Field Slaves, most of their duties require indoor work such as laundry and cleaning. To my surprise I find Helen has joined Brooke in periodically tormenting Elise by tickling her while she’s bound. I also notice that Elise’s top has been removed and her well proportioned tits are getting a fair bit of attention. Their game is interrupted when I press the button on the small short-range controller I keep in my pocket. It triggers the vibrator in Brooke’s cunt in the same way as the music played at random intervals over the loudspeakers. She looks at me in a mixture of alarm and delight. Seconds later she’s clutching her cunt and doing her best to hold back an orgasm.

“Don’t you dare come without permission, Slave Brooke,” I say sternly.

When I first met Brooke she was incapable of holding back her orgasms for more than a few seconds. She still can’t hold them for very long unless her pending orgasm is ruined by other means. A bucket of cold water sometimes does the trick, but I don’t have one available, and tossing water over her near all the electronic equipment in here would be a bad idea.

Helen and Elise watch in fascination while Brooke is reduced to wantonness. I notice that Helen is fondling Elise’s tits who is doing everything she can to encourage more of the treatment. Brooke doesn’t have time to ask for permission to come before her orgasm wracks through her. Now I’ll need to think of a suitable punishment.

I turn the controller off before Brooke can build herself up into another orgasm. Both Helen and Elise look to be in a highly aroused state.

“Slave Elise, I think you have endured your bonds long enough. Is your butt plug still in place?”

“Yes, Madame,” replies Elise.

“And have you been able to keep it in place while you’ve been in here?”

“No, Madame. It slipped out once and Brooke replaced as you instructed.”

“Hmm. Well at least Brooke seems able to obey one of my commands.”

I free Elise from her bondage and send her to clean up the mess she made in the other room. I ask Helen if she would supervise Elise’s work, and she readily agrees.

“What am I to do with you, Slave Brooke? You seem incapable of holding your orgasms despite the number of punishments I and the other Mistresses hand out.”

“I’m sorry, Madame Nicole. I do my best.”

Which to be fair to Brooke is possibly true. She simply seems incapable of controlling her orgasms. But that doesn’t exempt her from being punished.

“This afternoon I intend to put Elise on the frame in E4’s dungeon. I think it might be a deserving punishment for your lack of orgasm control if you joined her there.”

“Yes, Madame,” replies Brooke.

Work interrupts our conversation and I am busy for nearly half an hour. Eventually I finish everything that needs my immediate attention and I go to find Elise and Helen. I find them with Elise’s face buried in Helen’s cunt. I’m more surprised at Helen’s active participation in a sexual act than walking in on the erotic scene before me. The two women promptly stop what they are doing when I enter.

“Elise mentioned you were going to teach her how to suck pussy,” says Helen, slightly embarrassed. “I thought she could practise on me.”