“I remember that first night we spent together, a stolen opportunity.  I remember it with such clarity.  You said, ‘I had no idea intimacy could be so, so exciting or satisfying.  I have never experienced that intensity nor the physical explosion which marked the climax of my passion.’  I explained to you that the French call it ‘Le petit mort’ and you laughed and said, ‘I can quite see why, I thought I was having a seizu...

Chapter 7: A Night with Olivia “You can recognise which locks you can open by the colour of the palm pad, Lady,” says Olivia. “White pads control locks everyone can open, blue ones only open for Ladies and Mistresses, and black ones are for Mistresses' use only. The colour coding matches the colours associated with each caste.” I had already surmised that was the reason for the different coloured palm pads around the plac...

“Uh-oh.” Becky's voice was soft as she stared at the puddle that was quickly forming on the floor, tears filling her eyes as she turned and ran towards the safety of the bathroom. Sue sighed, thankful it had just been the two of them in their shared office, and followed the other at a distance. She found Becky sitting on a bench by some lockers, staring at her wet tracksuit as tears ran down her cheeks. “I...I couldn't he...

I fear him.  He has never been a violent man but, were he to discover my secrets I fear his anger would know no bounds.  His manhood threatened would be intolerable to him.  We must remain cautious until I return to the Capital and to you, my love.  S delivered your letter to me.  You cannot know how it lifted my spirits. “Oh, George.  Were you a bit of a kinkster?”  Leather straps dangled from the bed’s frame. “I don’t t...

Chapter 6: Shibari “Lady Nicole is a closet expert at Shibari,” says Brooke when the eight of us are sat down for our evening meal. “I’m what?!?” I exclaim. “What on earth is Shibari?” “Japanese rope bondage,” replies Stephanie. “Is this true?” “I know how to do a few knots and a handful of bondage ties, but I’m a long way from being an expert in anything like that.” “Well, let us be the judge of that,” says Monique. “Bro...

It has been decided that I shall go to Somerset.  I feel myself being torn apart but we must be strong.  I shall write whenever I can and, I pray you, write to the usual place and it will reach me eventually.  Hitherto our clandestine activities have excited me.  Now they feel like a further barrier to our love. Being single was getting on my tits.  Sure, I could do anything I wanted, whenever I wanted as long as it didn’...

Adrena was fair-skinned with dark hair and brilliant blue eyes.  She hated that no matter how long she lay out in the sun, her skin never darkened and rarely burned.  She had a clear complexion with full lips as a compliment.  When Adrena walked into a room eyes darted straight at her and one never failed to notice her chest or ass.  While most thought she had striking sensual beauty, Adrena hated virtually all things abo...

Chapter 5: The New Receptionist Lying in bed toying with my clit isn’t something I’ve done for quite a while, and I’m careful not to disturb the four other women sleeping around me. But yesterday introduced me to so many different erotic sensations that I feel as though I’m living in a dreamworld revolving around sex. Which I suppose is precisely what La Chatte Heureuse delivers to everyone staying on this remote island....

“Well, well... Look what trickster has been outsmarted at long last.” The coyote turned her head from left to right, handcuffed to the post at the bottom of the four-poster bed. She’d been relaxing in her flat, a city home that her high-paying job afforded her the luxury of, when her world had gone dark, a rag clamped over her muzzle as her vision dipped and swayed. She should have been ready, but she’d never even heard t...

Chapter 4: Cucumbers The final building on our tour is the tower-like structure that was once the main house. I presume the original owner, Obadiah Greenway, had it built like this to intimidate his neighbours and employees. I can’t imagine any other reason for someone to build his house like a 12th-century castle. There are wide steps leading up to the single entrance to the tower. The strong wooden doors open into the s...

“You look beautiful, princess,” Harper said, standing in the mirror behind Amelia. Her shoulder-length hair hooked behind her left ear, but the majority swooped over in a voluminous cascade to the right. A simple, subdued red dress hung off her small frame. Bunches of excess fabric clumped up where she didn’t quite fill the article. Amelia tore her eyes off Harper and gave herself another once-over. The plunging neckline...

Chapter 3: A Tour of the Slave Quarters. “How many members are here at the moment?” I ask. “Six mistresses and twenty slaves, excluding those on the staff. There are also four members who belong to the Ladies caste who arrived with you this morning.” “I haven’t seen many members about the place,” I observe. “Everyone is busy working in the tower trying to finish the refurbishment before the weekend. Normally you would see...

Chapter 2: A Revealing Uniform I overcome my initial panic and calm my ragged breathing. With a deep breath, I reply to Monique. “You mentioned a uniform,” I say. “What sort of uniform?” “Staff uniforms are similar to the one you saw Brooke wearing. Only in your case the halter top will cover all or part of your breasts depending on the style you choose. If you later decide to join the Slave or Mistress caste, then your u...

“You know, like I just miss us? She’s always busy and tired. Mhmm.” Alana could be heard on the phone from a mile away, but Kiandra knew it was especially because she wanted to be heard. She’s not even a loud talker generally, probably in a petty mood. "Yeah... She coming in now. If you say so, bye." Coming through the door now slightly annoyed, Kiandra sighed knowing she was complaining to her best friend again. She knew...

Chapter 1: A Step into the Unknown How does a twenty-two-year-old woman with negligible previous sexual experience end up working at a place of debauchery like La Chatte Heureuse? My urgent need for a well-paid job is a good excuse for my initial fall into the dark but alluring world which La Chatte Heureuse offers its members. But that doesn’t explain my decision to stay, nor my willing participation in the additional du...