A Bellemisère Academy Story

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, F/f, lesdom, M/f, maledom, bondage slavery, sexual slavery, oral sex, bondage, lingerie, kidnapped, Christmas lingerie

Bellemisère Academy belongs to Cotinusa

This story takes place over a year after Neil’s First Academy Visit and several weeks or months after Bus Ride

Sharon had one job this Christmas, and she was going to make the most of it. It was Christmas, after all. Why shouldn’t she be able to give herself a fun little present? Was that so much to ask for when she was stuck dragging herself out of bed hours before dawn? Sharon allowed herself to yawn as she stalked down the dark, empty hallways towards the dorm room that was her destination. 

The surprising thing about making the jump from student to staff at Bellemisère Academy was how much of a job it was. It never occurred to Sharon–or Sugar, as she was called when she was a student years ago–how mundane the lives of the women who ran the place could be behind the scenes when they weren’t tormenting the student body. Now that she was one of the women tormenting the student body, Sharon had to think ahead about things like requesting vacation days again. She waited too long this year, and enough other staff members had taken the Holiday Season off that she was stuck stalking the halls at work when most of the students were back “home” with their owners. It was Christmas, and there were barely any toys left lying around to play with. 

And if that wasn’t enough, there was always a chunk of customers that had a few special requests for the holiday. Requests that the smaller staff had to work hard to fill. There was the Christmas party, rush order jobs, a sudden influx of admissions forms for the education of freshly received presents, and a surprising number of other possible duties for a short-sighted staff member to fill the time on what should have been a day to relax.

On this particular Christmas, Sharon had Santa Duty. 

Her uniform was even red and white. How appropriate. 

The dorm room was dark and nearly empty when Sharon entered. Only one of the six beds was occupied, as the rest of the room’s residents had been sent home two weeks ago to spend winter break showing off a semester’s worth of training to their sponsors. Sharon’s original owner–just another rich asshole who picked her out of a catalog–loved this time of year. He’d traded her in for a newer model a few years back, and then traded that girl in just this year. Sharon liked to poke at his current student from time to time. 

The room’s sole remaining student had just wrapped up her first semester. Months ago her owner requested that she be delivered to him on Christmas morning. Sharon was surprised he was willing to wait that long, until she found out he had other toys to play with while he waited for the delivery, including one of this dorm’s other occupants.

Sharon flicked on the light and zeroed in on the restrained woman sleeping so soundly on her cot. 

Another of this sponsor’s requests was that both his students spend every night thoroughly bound, gagged, and blindfolded. The sleeping woman was wrapped up nice and tight in a snug straitjacket. Her ankles were constrained in padded leather cuffs that were locked on to the corners of the cot. A leather harness panel gag covered her face, and beneath the straps of that gag was a heavy duty blindfold. The sponsor’s other student got to wear a full hood instead. This one had too much hair for that, so a blindfold was the easier choice. 

Sharon sat on the next cot over and took a minute to admire that amazing black hair. It was long enough to reach all the way down to the sleeping sex slave’s ass, and somehow still managed to look good even when mussed up by hours in bed. Once Sharon got her washed up it would be as luxuriously soft as silk. 

It was the only part of the student Sharon was inclined to admire. Part of that was envy, Sharon’s own naturally curly brown hair only ever got that luscious with the help of a ton of product, and the rest of it was that Sharon was simply not attracted to other women. Even after all her years with Bellemisère it just wasn’t there. She understood, intellectually, that the sleeping slut in front of her had all kinds of attractive features. A natural hourglass figure graced her tall frame, a set of sizable breasts was straining to escape the straitjacket, her Middle-eastern skin tone was a lovely olive shade, and her actual face was delicate and seductive all at once. The only part of any of it Sharon was inclined to admire was the hair. And maybe the face, if Sharon considered it like a painting. There was nothing else to entice Sharon or feel envious about.

Still, a tongue was a tongue, no matter who it belonged to. 

Sharon set her shoes neatly aside the bed, rolled her pantyhose down her legs, and unceremoniously stepped up onto the cot. She swung her leg over the unconscious student to straddle her chest inches away from her face. And just like that, the busty bitch wasn’t asleep anymore. 

“Mmmmmmaaauuggh,” moaned the student. Slave Number Three was her official name, since her Master was too much of a lazy, uncreative dickbag to be bothered to come up with a real one. Sharon liked to give her temporary little nicknames in her head. Under the circumstances, today she would call her ‘Present.’ 

“Rise and shine,” Sharon said while fiddling with the straps of the panel gag. She added a few smacks when she saw the silly slut still wasn’t as alert as she wanted. “Come on, you little hussy. I have a long day ahead of me and I want to start it on a high note, so wake the hell up.” 

Present’s moans and groans were sounding a bit more clear when Sharon pulled the gag out of her mouth. But Sharon didn’t actually want her to talk, so slapped her a couple more times. Then, when she seemed awake enough, Sharon crawled those last few inches forward until her pussy was right on top of the sex slave’s mouth. It took another dozen seconds or so, far longer than it should have, before she got the message and got to work. Sharon flipped her skirt over the blindfolded slut’s face before throwing her head back in relief and pleasure. 

A tongue was a tongue. 

Eating pussy wasn’t a huge part of Present’s curriculum. Her owner was a man, so it was more important that she knew how to give a good blowjob. But said Master made it clear that there were people he was willing to share with, so his slaves got a good amount of co-ed training. Present had enough oral skills to bring Sharon, who loved putting students in their place no matter how attracted she was or was not, to orgasm relatively quickly. Maybe the only orgasm she’d be able to get until at least the afternoon

“There we go,” Sharon breathed out, riding waves of pleasure until they began to subside. A glance at the clock and told her that getting up even earlier than necessary was paying off. She was still on schedule. There was a moment where Present’s tongue grew hesitant, but she never fully stopped until Sharon let out a sigh and got off of her. Sharon took a minute to clean herself up. Once her hose and shoes were back on she returned to wipe her juices off the slave’s face. 

“Thank you, Ma’am,” Present spoke with an accent that was part British and part whatever Middle-eastern country she originally came from. 

“Shut up,” Sharon said. ‘Speak when spoken to’ was not a complicated rule. Sharon never had any trouble following it when she was a student. Some people just weren’t all that bright. 

Present nodded, chastised, but only after mewling out a pathetic little whimper. She was such a spoiled brat. No surprise, given the wealthy background described in her file. The bitch had probably never faced adversity in her life before Bellemisère got a hold of her. 

“Come on now,” Sharon said a minute later, when she had unfastened the straps and cuffs binding the student to the bed. “Get up. We have places to be. And don’t you dare give me any trouble. You do not want to make me call for help today. Understand?” 

Another whimper. Sharon rolled her eyes and hauled the drama queen to her feet. She was a reasonably tall woman, around five foot seven. Maybe a little more. That was a couple of inches taller than Shron, who nevertheless had no issue pulling her to the door. 

Things moved pretty quickly from there, even with Sharon as the only staff member to handle the slave. Present, or Slave Number Three, was a good girl even with all her whining. Hesitant, but obedient. And totally docile, which was why Sharon was handling Santa Duty with her alone. She didn’t handle pain well, so it rarely took more than a few good smacks or targeted strikes with a crop to settle her down. Sharon had a ball gag ready to go, but it wasn’t needed as she got the student showered and washed up. 

Before long she had Present standing naked and ready to be dressed. Lingerie was the order of the day, as was pretty standard with Present’s owner. He seemed bland, from what Sharon could gleam. But he was apparently pretty new, and in Sharon’s experience the newer customers tended to take a few years to start making things interesting. Either that or they got real weird, real fast. There wasn’t much middle ground. 

So lingerie it was. But Present’s delicate features scrunched up in confusion at the sight of the lace and leather material Sharon laid out for her. 

“Something to say, Number Three?”

She looked up at Sharon for half a second, then back to the floor. “I don’t understand, Ma’am. Where is the rest of my uniform?” 

“This is your uniform today. All of it. Now get dressed.” Sharon could see the gears trying to turn in Present’s empty head as she hesitated. Growing impatient, she snapped her fingers at the slave. “Chop chop! Get on with it!” 

Honestly, what was the big deal? Present wore lingerie pretty much every day. This was just a little more elaborate and colorful than the usual purple stuff, and lacked the outer layer of clothes in favor of a few other pieces of equipment. 

“Please, Ma’am. May I ask another question?” 

“No. And if you don't start getting dressed by the time I count to three I’ll make your ass as red as the bra.” She wouldn't really. Present’s Master wanted her as unmarked as possible. But a quick bluff should get her moving. “One… Two…” 

Present dove into the pile. Finally. Sharon still decided to drive her point home by picking up a nearby crop and swishing it around. She smiled at the fearful glances Present aimed at it. 

There was only a little more to the lingerie set than what was in the student’s daily uniform. After her panties she put on a figure hugging crimson bustier instead of a violet bra, and an extra pair of skin tone nylons went on before the white stockings and red garter belt. The opera length gloves that slid up her arms were red as well, and so were the red high heels that were strapped onto her ankles. 

As was the leather collar and armbinder Sharon held up when Present was done dressing in underwear, however, were white. 

Sharon had to listen to another round of whimpers and whines as she had to apply the rest of the outfit herself. The collar went on first, D-ring placed prominently at the center of her throat. Next came the armbinder, and the slut groaned in discomfort while Sharon made it tighter than it needed to be. 

A new blindfold–smaller than the bedtime one, since Present knew better than to try and dislodge it while she was awake–went on next. And Present seemed to sense when Sharon held up the gag disguised as a festive Christmas face mask, because she blurted something out before it could go on. 

“Am I meeting my Master today!?” 

Sharon ignored the question and stuffed the plug at the center of the mask gag right in her mouth. Present’s moaning was a little more intense now, apparently she was bothered by the way Sharon didn’t answer her. It was stupid question anyway. Of course she was meeting her Master today. What else would all this be for? It was a little surprising that nobody had explicitly told the slave what was in store for her on Christmas, but it wasn’t exactly hard to figure out. Honestly. 

Present kept up her whining as Sharon pulled her away from the dressing area and towards the cage that had been prepared for her. It took some wrangling, and a few strategically placed strikes with the crop Sharon had put in her belt, but soon enough the staff member had the slut kneeling immobile on the padded floor of the cage. Present began making some real noise when Sharon unlocked the attached wheels and started pushing her out of the dressing and towards the Academy garage. 

She could have quieted the slut down, but chose not to. Present would quiet down on her own soon enough. And if she didn’t? Well, then everyone else could be woken up this early in the morning like Sharon had to. 

*

A few hours later, after loading the caged Christmas Present in the back of the temperature controlled van (kept just chilly enough that the slave wouldn’t work up too much of a sweat) and making the drive to New York City, Sharon was making the delivery. The final part of Santa Duty. Upon arriving at her destination she’d thrown the red, white fur-lined sound absorbing blanket over the cage before unloading it. 

She’d heard about this place, which kept security tight enough that anyone rich enough to afford an apartment could drag a slave or push a cage down the hallways without needing to worry about some annoying prick making trouble. This was the first time Sharon actually made a delivery though, so it was a little nerve wracking to get through the security gates and just openly go about her business. At least she didn’t run into anyone who wasn’t security. The sun was finally up, but it was still Christmas morning. 

This time Sharon did quiet Present down when she tried to make noise. The rooms were undoubtedly soundproofed, but she didn’t want to take the chance. 

Finally Sharon made it to the room she was delivering the slut to. She didn’t even have to knock. The door opened for her as she arrived, revealing a familiar face. 

“Well well well. Merry Christmas, Number One.” 

The fit, dark-haired slave girl that was Slave Number One to Present’s Number Three braced herself at the sight of Sharon and the sound of her voice. She answered with a polite nod. “Good morning, Ma’am. Merry Christmas. My Master has been expecting you.” 

She glanced down at the blanket-covered cage containing her dorm mate and fellow slave of Neil Caldwell-Voss. Sharon took a second to take in her Christmas outfit, a wonderfully body conforming red long-sleeved dress with a wide black belt around her waist and matching black over-the-knee high heeled boots. Her collar appeared prominent above the neckline of the dress.

“I’m sure he has.” Sharon showed her teeth to the owned woman when she looked back up, and was rewarded with a little cringe. 

“Is that the new slave?” Came a new voice, this one with an Eastern European accent. A short, busty blonde woman who must be Slave Number Two stepped around the corner of the entryway. Sharon remembered her as a student. She wondered if her tits were larger than Number Three’s or if her much shorter stature simply made them appear that way. Number Two’s Christmas outfit was a tight shoulderless Santa dress, the top and bottom lined with white fuzz. No gloves or sleeves on this one, but red fishnet stockings appeared from the thigh-length skirt and ended in a pair of knee-high black boots. The boots had their own set of fuzzy lining to match the dress. 

Number Two didn’t nod at Sharon as she stepped up, but she wasn’t outright rude either. There was no fear or hostility. Her manner was simply businesslike. “Thank you for delivering, we'll take it from here.” 

Sharon raised an eyebrow, mildly impressed by Number Two. She wondered if she was looking at a future coworker. “I’m afraid I have to confirm the delivery with the owner before I leave the student in his care. I can come in if he doesn’t wish to come to the door, but I have to speak with him before I can go.” 

Number Two stared at Sharon with no outward expression. A true poker face. 

“I’ll go ask him,” Number One interjected, and went off to do so without another word. 

No words passed between the two women left behind. Faint, muffled noises wafted up from the covered cage, but neither Sharon nor the blonde slave reacted. 

Soon enough a man in his late twenties or early thirties, handsome enough but also clearly having bed not too long ago, stepped around the corner with Slave Number One right behind him. 

The exchange of Holiday pleasantries and the questions Sharon had to ask went by smoothly. There was every chance that the man would be irritable at having come to the door on Christmas morning, but he was pleasant enough. He was also clearly eager to shut the door and unwrap his present to himself, so Sharon didn’t take up too much of his time. 

Mr. Caldwell-Voss soon directed his standing slaves to bring the cage in and shut the door. And that was that. Delivery made. Santa Duty complete. Ho Ho Ho. All that was left for Sharon to do was return to the Academy for whatever job needed doing before she could enjoy her own Christmas.