Chapter 6: Rebecca

I had my doubts about the wisdom of returning here so soon after my last visit. Fortunately I was worrying over nothing. When I first encountered Elise nearly a month ago, I initially regarded her as just another pretend submissive to use for my amusement and then discard. But there was a special spark in her behaviour during the three days we were together that suggested she was the genuine article. I wanted to know more about her and made discreet enquiries. La Chatte Heureuse treats a member’s personal background as confidential and even pulling the strings I can pull, I didn’t learn much from that source.

However, Elise told me a bit about her real life, and the similarities to mine surprised and intrigued me. We both live in our parents’ home. Both have an older step-brother who is being groomed to eventually take over the family business. And we both have step-fathers who believe their lesbian step-daughter can be cured of her deviant sexual preferences by banning female friends from the house. In Elise’s case the discovery that her father was in fact her step-father came relatively recently, whereas I’ve known exactly where I fit in my family tree ever since I was a toddler.

My eagerness to know whether Elise’s submissiveness was genuine or fake meant I left a ridiculous set of demands with Elise when I departed. Nicole reluctantly promised to have them carried out, providing Elise agreed. I hadn’t expected Elise to be willing or able to comply with those demands, let alone achieve the standard required. And yet, according to Nicole, Elise has met every target I set with room to spare. And despite my promise before I left, it was only when Nicole told me of Elise’s progress that I confirmed my return trip to La Chatte Heureuse. It means missing my step-brother’s birthday party with the rest of his football team, but I’m not going to lose any sleep over that.

Elise’s self-bondage demonstration earlier proves her ability and her willingness to submit to my commands. I fully intend to test her to the limit over the coming week, but I strongly suspect she will pass my gruelling tests with flying colours. But I need something more than a human doormat to wipe my feet on. Dominating a submissive arouses me, but it’s never enough to give me an orgasm. What I want is someone who can make me come like a slut, over and over again. Elise is clearly inexperienced in arts of physical sex, and I think I shall devote some of our time together towards remedying that issue. She needs to learn some better technique in bed and I think I know who might be able to teach her. But that’s an issue for tomorrow.

I enter our room and I’m pleased to see Elise has completed her chores. She’s gone a step further and she’s patiently awaiting my return, kneeling on the floor in Tenth Position.

“Good evening, Slave Elise,” I say, for the purposes of breaking the silence.

“Good evening, Madame Rebecca,” comes the reply.

“When was the last time you changed those clothes?”

“I was issued a fresh set of clothes on Monday, Madame. I wash my top daily when my schedule permits, and wipe any marks off my vinyl miniskirt at the same time.”

“Hmmm. Well that might do for run-of-the-mill Slaves, but I prefer my Slave to dress how I like. In that drawer is a uniform I want you to wear. Go and put it on.”

Elise goes to the drawer and pulls out the modified French Maid’s uniform I brought with me. It’s made of black satin and white lace. As is customary at La Chatte Heureuse, the design leaves her tits fully exposed. I have Elise turn around so I can check how she looks.

“Hmm. Much better. You must wear that except when you are in any of the dungeons.”

“What should I wear on those occasions, Madame?” asks Elise.

“You will wear nothing. Or is that going to be a problem for you?”

“No, Madame. No problem at all.”

“Now, let’s test your memory of Slave presentation positions. Two strokes of the cane for each error. Fourth Position.”

“Good. Sixth. Third. First. Eighth. Fourth...”

We go through forty positions and Elise only makes four mistakes. That’s an excellent effort for a relative newcomer to these games. However, it doesn’t save her from receiving eight stokes of the cane to encourage an even better performance.

“A fair effort,” I say. “Four mistakes. Eight strokes of the cane. When would you like to receive your punishment?”

“Whenever it pleases you to deliver it, Madame,” comes the reply. Clever girl, she was listening to my list of expectations the other week.

“Remove your clothes and stand over there.” Elise obeys at once. “Now bend over and hold your ankles. Keep your arse high in the air, and above all, keep it still. Any leaping about and you get extra.”

I fetch one of my punishment canes from my room. Elise looks pensive but so far she’s holding a good position.

Thwack!

“One, Madame.”

Excellent! She instinctively knows to count the strokes out loud. She’s remembered her training.

Thwack!

“Two, Madame.”

I deliver all eight strokes in an even flow. Elise holds her position throughout although her ragged breathing gives away the fact that she’s in pain. But no tears. Full marks (no pun intended) to Elise. Now if I can get her bring me to an orgasm, my evening will be perfect.

“Sixth Position.”

Elise lies on her back with her legs raised vertically and her arms by her sides. Third Position would have been more convenient for me, but I’ll not order her into that position while her arse is on fire. I remove my panties and straddle her face so she can reach my cunt with her tongue.

“Bring me to an orgasm, Elise,” I say as I clamp my hands behind her head and push her face into my cunt.

She sets to work with a will. Although I wouldn’t penalise her if she used her hands to help in her efforts, she steadfastly holds onto Sixth Position. Before long I sense my orgasm building. Elise must sense it as well, because she redoubles her efforts. Moments later we achieve our goal and I let my juices flow over Elise’s face. As soon as I release her head she starts lapping up the juices off my legs.

“Enough!” I say before she can resume exploring my cunt. “Now go lie on my bed, face down. I will put some cream on those welts.”

Elise does as she is told, and adopts Eighth Position on my bed. I’m tempted to slap her inflamed arse for showing off but I’m in a generous mood after she brought me to an orgasm. As tempting as keeping her in my bed overnight may appear, I don’t want to be seen as going soft on her. She shows great potential as a full time submissive slave but there are a few rough edges to smooth out before I let her glimpse the future I have in mind for her.

Once I’ve applied the cream to her arse I send her off to her dungeon bed.

“The light will automatically dim in ten minutes,” I call down from the trap door above her room. “It will turn up to normal at seven o’clock in the morning. In the morning, use your potty and sit on the bed until I open the grill. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Madame,” replies Elise as I close and bolt the metal grill. I leave the rug folded back for ventilation even though the dungeon is equipped with a ventilation system. If we are the first to use this room, I don’t want to find out the hard way that the ventilation system is faulty.

Next morning we share a light breakfast and I allow Elise out of the room so that she can empty her potty and wash herself in the communal Slave’s bathroom at the end of the corridor. It’s a feature missing in the original accommodation block for mistresses. The inclusion of a bathroom for Slaves means mistresses can have the room bathroom for their exclusive use.

As I indicated to Elise yesterday, we spend the morning playing with the restraints and equipment in the main building dungeon. Her arse is still red from last night’s caning, but the marks have already started to fade. I try her on various frames and treadles, as well as suspending her by her wrists. She endures every type of bondage we try without complaint even though some must be very uncomfortable for her to bear.

At midday I send Elise on her daily run. She’s improved her time over the course in the last few weeks. Despite her initial reluctance to run barefoot, she seems perfectly happy to do so now. I delegate the supervision and timing of Elise’s run to a member of the Ladies caste who happened to be passing by and is willing to do so. I go to find my friend Cynthia who I discovered is staying here for the next week.

Cynthia and I first met several years ago when we happened to arrive here on the same day. At the time we were both members of the Ladies caste. We spent a lot of time together and became firm friends both here on the island and in real life. While I soon became attracted to the Mistress-Slave games, which are a major part of La Chatte Heureuse lifestyle, Cynthia preferred to simply watch and admire from a distance. Consequently she didn’t change castes when I did a year later. Nevertheless we remain good friends even though we don’t spend as much time together as we did at first.

“Hello Cynthia, I see you have a friend,” I say, hiding my surprise that she has a Chattel Slave sat next to her.

“Hello, Rebecca. This is Nadia. She’s one of Georgina’s pair of slaves. I’m watching over her while Georgina and Robyn get medical treatment. The pair of them managed to injure themselves while playing in the dungeon. I don’t think it is anything too serious, but Doctor Olivia is running some tests.”

I refrain from making the comment that members shouldn’t play with the dungeon equipment unless they know how to use it. La Chatte Heureuse offers plenty of tuition for newcomers but arrogant bitches like Georgina think they know better. I’ve seen Robyn before, but Nadia is new to me.

“Hello, Nadia. Are you new to La Chatte Heureuse?”

“Um ... Hello, Madame. I’ve been a member for three months but this is my first time on the island.”

Our conversation is interrupted by the arrival of a helicopter with a first aid symbol on its side. I look towards the Administration block where the surgery is located and see Olivia and some of the staff carrying both Georgina and Robyn on stretchers towards the helicopter.

“Looks like their injuries may be more serious than you thought, Cynthia.”

“Who knows. Georgina is the sort who wants a full medical examination if she stubs her toe. See. Robyn is climbing into the helicopter unaided. Do you want a wager on how soon Georgina gets released from hospital?”