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 place, but I wasn’t aware any of the rooms in the entertainment building had blue-coded locks. My previous visits to this building were brief, and I wasn’t paying any attention to the colours on the locks.
“Rooms E501 and E502 are fitted out as bedrooms with a king-sized bed, Lady. They are for couples or threesomes wanting traditional sex. Upstairs the rooms are for more adventurous games.”
Olivia’s body language is an open invitation for me to take advantage of the situation. She is practically begging for me to use her body as my plaything. All I need to do is to decide how.
“Let’s take a look at the rooms upstairs,” I say.
“Room E520, Lady,” says Olivia as we reach the upper level. I unlock the door and study the large room fitted out with four two-seater settees around a raised platform with a dancing pole in the centre. I spend a minute or so taking in the scene before moving next door to E521. I’ve already seen this room. The sheik’s harem. This is where the five Slaves were busy lounging about and oiling each other when Stephanie collected them earlier.
“We call these two rooms the Strip Club and the Harem,” says Olivia.
I walk back to the room Olivia called the Strip Club and go inside. Olivia follows close behind.
“Have you ever performed a pole dance?” I ask Olivia.
“No, Lady.”
“What about a strip tease?”
“Um … yes … sort of … once, Lady. At the graduation party when I left medical school.”
“Would you like to perform one now?”
“Are you ordering me to do a strip tease on the stage?” asks Olivia with some uncertainty.
“I’m not a Mistress, so I can’t command you to do anything. I am asking you.”
“Um … err … I’m not sure it would be a very good strip tease, Lady, but okay. I’ll give it a go.”
“Good. Select the music you want from the CD collection over there and start when you are ready.”
Despite her obvious desire to get inside my pants, Olivia is very nervous. She takes a minute or two choosing some music and she seems all thumbs when it comes to putting the CD in the player. Eventually she finds the right track and she positions herself on the stage. I don’t recognise the music but it’s clearly a tune Olivia knows. She starts gyrating to the music and after about thirty seconds she begins to find some rhythm to her movements. Off comes her shoes, then her skirt, to be quickly followed by her top. Of course her tits were already exposed, so there’s nothing much to reveal above her waist. It’s her panties which she seems reluctant to remove.
She twice seems about to drop her panties, but both times she loses her nerve. The music track must be nearing an end because she finally takes a deep breath and slips off her panties. She tries to put her hand over her cunt, but at the last second decides not to do so. I can’t resist taking a closer look at the words tattooed above her cunt. Despite her embarrassment, Olivia permits me to make a closer inspection. The words are in a fancy script and read ‘Flynn’s Fuck Bunny’.
“Who is Flynn?” I ask.
“My husband,” replies Olivia.
“You’re married?!?”
“Yes, Lady,” replies Olivia as though she’s ashamed of the fact. “Sort of. Flynn’s in prison and he’s not due to be released for another ten years. He was part of gang smuggling drugs into several countries overseas. Flynn was lucky not to be caught in one of the countries who dish out death sentences for drug smuggling. As it is, he has a long sentence to serve.”
“So why haven’t you had the tattoo removed?” I reply.
“Flynn has always called me his fuck bunny and the tattoo is a token of his ownership of me. I like to feel owned, even by someone like Flynn. So although Flynn’s far away from me, I still wear his token. It’s why I need to belong to the Slave caste here.”
“But why work here at all?”
“Because Flynn’s gang associates promised him they would look after me, Lady. But their help came at the price of me letting them fuck me. Flynn would probably kill me for allowing another man between my legs, despite the alternative. In any case, I’d had enough of living in their sordid world. Living here I am safe and I can enjoy sex without worrying about becoming pregnant or getting coerced into doing something illegal.”
“I understand, but why did you feel so embarrassed about showing the tattoo to me?”
“I didn’t know how you would react when you saw it and discovered that I’m married. Some members get very uptight about having sex with a married woman.”
“Well, I’m not one of them,” I reply, gently running my hand over her firm tits and down her body. Olivia yields to my touch and seconds later we are locked in a deep kiss. I draw the pair of us towards one of the couches.
Sex with Brooke yesterday was a hurried passionate romp, whereas tonight Olivia and I have plenty of time. I also suspect that despite what the tattoo implies, Olivia prefers a more gentle style of sex. If I had given her a choice of venue for tonight I believe she would have chosen one of the rooms downstairs.
Olivia seems hesitant in her response to my intimate touches and probing fingers. She does nothing to stop my roaming hands and she clearly wants sex with me, but she seems strangely shy about putting her desires into practice.
“Are you going to tie me up, Lady?”
“Is that what you want me to do?”
“Only if it pleases you, Lady.”
Which, of course, isn’t a very helpful answer. Olivia is an enigma. She clearly likes my invasion of her body but she feels guilty for finding it pleasurable. She can’t seem to make her mind up about how she should respond.
“What is troubling you, Olivia?” I ask.
“I’m a perverted whore, Lady.”
“Huh? What on earth makes you say that?”
“That’s what Flynn calls me. His fuck bunny and a perverted whore. I’m so used to being humiliated and degraded as part of having sex, I don’t seem able to return any form of intimacy which doesn’t include those elements. I want to, but I don’t know if I can.”
“Have you never had sex with anyone else here?” I ask.
“A couple of the members from the Mistress caste have taken their pleasure of my body, but those occasions were a lot like how Flynn used to take me. A lot of demeaning words and no concern for my pleasure. There are several like you who I feel drawn towards, but I get clumsy when the critical moment arrives.”
“And yet you seem able to have an orgasm without too much trouble?” I say, recalling the strength of her orgasm in response to the electronic vibrator.
“Yes, but that’s because I had no control over the use of my body.”
This isn’t how I was planning our intimate game to play out. I could take control of our coupling and crudely order Olivia to perform whatever acts I desire. She’d probably respond without complaint, but it wouldn’t be a consensual act and I’m not into forced sex.
“How about we relocate to one of the rooms downstairs. We can lie in bed and take things as they come.”
I’m relieved that Olivia agrees without saying something like ‘if you want’. She gathers her clothes but doesn’t bother to put them on. She seems quite happy to walk about naked. I tidy up the room and take Olivia to room E501. At first glance, the room looks like an ordinary hotel room with a generously large bed. But there are items you wouldn’t find in your run-of-the-mill hotel room. There’s some handcuffs and silk rope in one of the drawers. The bed’s headboard and footboard contain discreet anchor points for ropes or chains. And there’s an abundance of mirrors around the walls and on the ceiling over the bed.
I take my time exploring the room’s facilities to see what Olivia does. She makes no effort to dress herself and simply folds her clothes and puts them on a chair. Then she does something I wasn’t expecting. She ties her hair in a high ponytail before turning to face me with her legs slightly apart. Then she places her hands on her head. Does she realise how adorable she looks in that position? I suspect that she does since she’s angled her arms exactly right to display her tits to full advantage. I can’t resist going to her and resuming my assault on her body with my roaming hands while I kiss her lips. Olivia returns the kiss, but leaves her hands in position.
I’m still fully dressed, or at least what passes for fully dressed at La Chatte Heureuse. Olivia shows no sign of trying to undress me, even though I wish that she would. Ordering her to do so would be pointless and removing my own clothes seems premature at the moment. I’ve not forgotten what Judith said about this building being open for use 24 hours a day. We could stay in this room all night if we choose to do so.
The impasse is broken when music starts playing over the loudspeaker system. Olivia flinches as the vibrator starts to arouse her and she moves her hands from her head. But I grasp hold of her wrists and hold them to the side of her. Instead I kneel down and put my tongue into her cunt. The combined effect of my tongue and the vibrator reduce Olivia into a quivering puppet.
“Oh God! Oh God!” cries Olivia after a few seconds. Her hips start to thrust back and forth and the rest of her body shivers as her arousal takes full control of her body. “I’m going to come! I’m going to come! I’m coming! I’m … Aaahhhh! Aaahhhh!”
Olivia’s powerful orgasm sends a flood of her juices over my face and clothes and onto the floor. But I hold my position and keep up the pressure with my tongue. I tease her clit as I drink up her juices. Olivia is still being wracked by smaller orgasms as the music continues and my tongue continues its work. Finally the music stops and I quickly draw one final orgasm from her before the moment is lost.
“Let me clean you up, Lady,” says Olivia when she recovers her senses and sees the state of my clothes. Fortunately, vinyl clothing isn’t too difficult to clean.
“Let’s take a shower and we can clean my clothes later,” I say.
Being naked in the shower together is the trigger that overcomes Olivia’s hesitation about having sex with me. We soap each other and gently tease our erogenous zones. I don’t think my tits have been so thoroughly washed before. One thing leads to another and by the time we are ready to leave the shower, we are both in a highly charged state of arousal.
We dry ourselves and glide into bed as though we are a single body. We kiss passionately and explore every part of each other’s body. Despite our emotional state, we don’t rush into bringing ourselves to another orgasm. For now, kissing and cuddling are what we both seem to need the most. The intense bondage and domination games that pervade throughout La Chatte Heureuse are replaced with something much gentler but no less rewarding. We both feel so warm and relaxed that we fall asleep in each other’s arms. It’s shortly after four o’clock in the morning when I’m woken by Olivia suddenly sitting up.
“Is everything all right?” I ask, quickly coming to my senses.
“Oh … Yes … Sorry, Lady … I suddenly woke up and forgot where I am. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Well, come back to sleep. It’s so pleasant laying together like this.”
Olivia complies with my request, and snuggles close. I’m tempted to start caressing her body, but I’m content with holding her close.
“Are we going to get into any trouble for not returning to our dormitories last night?” I ask.
“No, although Brooke might be a bit jealous. She has the hots for you and she’ll keep trying to attract your attention until you succumb to her plentiful charms. As for the others, Stephanie knows I’m with you, and when you unlocked the door to this room, the system will have logged where you are. The system isn’t foolproof but it generally works.”
“What time in the morning do you need to report for duty?”
“A quarter to seven in the staff kitchen, Lady. It’s a shame you aren’t a Mistress so you could order me to stay in your bed.”
“I’m a long way off being able to afford the fees for the Mistress caste,” I sigh. “Besides, if Faye is typical of that caste, I’m not sure I want to join them.”
“Don’t be put off by Madame Faye, Lady,” replies Olivia. “She can be a bitchy, but she’s not representative of all the Mistresses. And talk to Madame Monique if you are interested in joining the Mistress caste. La Chatte Heureuse needs several more members of that caste on the staff and she may be willing to reduce the fees in exchange for you providing extra services.”
“Extra services? Like what?”
“Well, your skill at ropework certainly attracted her interest. And she was impressed by the way you dealt with all those reservation requests this afternoon. I overheard her praising your work to Madame Stephanie.”
We fall into a light sleep for a while, but I make sure Olivia is awake by six-thirty. We share another shower and I send her off in time to report for duty in the staff kitchen.
“I’ll tidy this room,” I say when Olivia seems about to delay her departure.
“There’s no need, Lady. The duty Slaves will tidy and clean all these rooms after breakfast. Leave the bed unmade so that they know to replace the bed linen.”
“There must be a huge amount of laundry each day,” I say.
“Yes, but that’s another task carried out by the Slaves. It’s been quite a challenge for Madame Stephanie and Judith to allocate enough Slaves to each task when the work in the Tower has been demanding everyone’s effort. Some of the chores are several days behind, so all the Slaves are going to be busy this weekend. Fortunately, there are more Slaves arriving next week and only a couple of those currently here intend to depart.”
I join the other employees of La Chatte Heureuse for breakfast. Nobody seems to mind Olivia and I not returning to our dormitories last night. After breakfast I do a couple of hours’ work. It may be weekend, but like everybody else my work carries on seven days a week. But there’s plenty of time for relaxation and my overall work hours aren’t excessive. Monique calls me into her office later that morning.
“Your skills at ropework are impressive, but as you said yourself last night, you aren’t yet an expert,” says Monique. “I would like you to receive some training from someone skilled in Shibari. The person I have in mind is a member of La Chatte Heureuse who is expected to arrive here next Thursday for a stay of a few weeks. If you agree, then La Chatte Heureuse will cover the cost of her services.”
“Yes, okay,” I reply, not having anything to lose by accepting. “What do you have in mind once I’ve completed this training?”
“There are a number of members of all castes who have expressed a desire to either perform or endure rope bondage. Apart from yourself, we don’t currently have anyone on the staff skilled in the art. The efforts by most of the Mistresses at tying up a slave are, to be honest, truly pathetic. It’s a service I’d like La Chatte Heureuse to offer its members.”
“Will that fit in with my other duties?” I ask.
“There’s no reason why not. There are three women joining the staff next week, and I’m interviewing for five more positions which we will need as soon as some of the unused buildings are repaired and reopened. Now that the Tower is finished, the builders can complete the repairs to five more buildings in a very short space of time. By the end of next month, we should have doubled the available accommodation in addition to the beds in the Tower. Have you spoken to Kirsty about transporting the volume of people who will be coming and going?”
“Not yet, although I’ve a few ideas how we might achieve it. I was planning on talking with her today.”
“She’s collecting the supply barge this morning but she’ll be finished by mid-afternoon. Talk to her then.”
I’m about to stand up to leave her office when Monique signals me to stay.
“One more thing, Nicole,” says Monique. “I’m impressed by the way you have adapted to our lifestyle. I would like you to consider joining the Mistress caste. Stephanie and I can’t carry out all the duties expected of a Mistress and we will need at least two more Mistresses on the staff before very long.”
“Oh! I had considered changing my caste, but the fees are far too expensive for me to be able to afford the Mistress caste at the moment.”
“That isn’t a problem. My offer to you includes free membership of the Mistress caste. Although be warned; your extended duties will undoubtedly mean that you earn every dollar of that benefit. Anyway, think about it and let me know what you decide.”
“Yes. Thank you. I’ll consider your offer and let you know tonight. I’ve noticed there’s a lot more activity about the place today.”
“A lot of routine chores were put on hold while we rushed to complete the Tower. I didn’t want to postpone the next special event, and we couldn’t accept reservations until we were sure the Tower was ready. Of course that now means we have to catch up, and we have the usual problem of Mistresses commandeering Slaves for their own use, and preventing the Slave from getting her allocated chores done.”
“That’s likely to be a problem which will only get worse once more members are staying here. Can’t anything be done about that?”
“Well, I’m open to ideas. But don’t expect Mistresses to give up any of their privileges overnight.”
I return to my desk and find Brooke is waiting for me.