The Chalet
by Aiken (c)2000
Chapter One, Cadet Maddy's First Day
Madalin Davis moved quickly through her morning regime. She didn't want to be
late and incur problems at work. She showered and tied her hair back in a
ponytail. After donning white silk panties and a bra, she sat down to do her
makeup, using the techniques she had learned in her orientation classes. She
smiled into the mirror of her vanity, remembering her cosmetology captain's wry
comments. "Two layers of everything girls, so you'll know it's there. Then two
more layers, so your customers, and cameras, will know it also." She wasn't
joking, either. Captains never joked about requirements.
Her hands moved briskly, sweeping the pale creme waterproof base makeup onto her
nose, chin, cheeks, and brow, then reapplying it moments after it set, until all
four coats were in place. She followed it with bronze toner and blush, setting
specific shadows and contouring her face in dramatic Chalet girl fashion. Her
tear-proof eyeliners, mascara, eyeshadows, and lipsticks went on very precisely,
and in equally heavy layers. It was the time-honored tradition for Chalet girls
to be extravagantly made-up at all times. Their faces had to look colorful,
their lips kissable, their eyes sexy and alluring no matter what was going on.
That was just one of the reasons Maddy's career was so unique.
Chalet girls were considered the most exclusive and desirable sex-club
performers on earth. And certainly the highest paid. But they faced more
challenges at work than most women in their industry. Their performances
included heavy doses of bizarre bondage and sado-masochistic torture as well as
all types of rough sex. Often beaten, whipped, strangled, or simply snuffed in
the normal course of their jobs, the average career/life expectancy of Chalet
girl cadets following their eight week orientation course was slightly over 11
months. It was not an easy life, but always freely chosen by the girls, who
could quit at any time. And only the most beautiful ladies, with the prettiest
features and figures, were eligible to join.
Rewards for survivors were immense. Cadets with a year and a half of good-mark
service could be promoted to Chalet attendants. After another 18 months of
good-mark service attendants could be promoted to Chalet captains. Each step
included large increases in base pay, privelige and responsibility.
Attendants, like cadets, are at the complete disposal of captains. Their primary
duty is to see to the Cadets needs, preparing them for, and rehabilitating them
from, their bondage and sexual experiences. It is arguable whether attendants
are in more, or less, distress than the Cadets themselves, since they are
required to wear a mind-numbing variety of restrictive clothes and cruelly
bizarre appliances, while dressing their cadets, bathing them, feeding them, or
giving medical aid. Attendants are no longer required to dispense sex to Chalet
customers as Cadets must, though many do as an optional and very lucrative
fringe benefit. They may also escort wealthy patrons on dates, and appear at
public ceremonies, benefits, or promotional events. This is terrific advertising
for Chalet Industries, Inc., so attendants are paid handsomely for these
activities, and given boosts in their good-marks. Since media attention focuses
on any announcement that a genuine Chalet girl will appear at a function to pose
for photographs or sign autographs, a large turnout is guaranteed. Celebrity
appearances like these are rocket fuel for the Chalet girl fantasy.
When attendants promote to captains their base pay scale doubles whatever they
averaged as cadets and attendants, including all their bonuses and tips. And
there are many perks, such as the sexual services of any cadets and attendants
in the captain's charge, and bonuses based on the gratuities her team brings in.
Captains are given the freedom to serve at any of the thirty-eight Chalet sex
resorts and casinos throughout the world, as long as they commit to minimum
12-month hitches. Captains manage all Chalet activities such as cadet training
and discipline, maintenance, and customer relations. Unless reprimanded,
disciplined, or demoted Captains are under no sexual demands except to Chalet
captains of superior rank, and to guidebook requirements for captain's dress and
protocol. Captains who excel in their marks for 3 more years are eligible for
further promotion to coordinators, program developers, recruiters and
inspectors. Any of these positions offer enormous wealth and prestige for
ambitious women. Nineteen year old Maddy dreamed of the ultimate prize....that
of a Chalet Regent, or Headmistress. But having just completed her orientation,
Maddy's immediate concern was to avoid being late on her first day of work, and
not to spark the wrath of her captains by arriving partly put-together.
Following the fourth coating of lipstick, Maddy took a small wand and stroked a
clear waterproof gloss sealer over the bright red lip stain. Like all of the
other cosmetics, It was an exclusive Chalet formula that would remain in place
until a patented cleanser removed it. The gloss anchored her lipstick in place
as well as provided a reflective shine that was unmistakably Chalet. After three
more applications, her lips looked larger than life. They were outlined in a
slightly darker shade of red which further accentuated the provocative shape of
her lips. Maddy took a minute to study her completed look. She was always amazed
by the transformation these cosmetics made on a girl's face. With her naturally
full lips, large brown eyes and lustrous brunette hair, Maddy was a very pretty
girl without any adornment. But with the makeup she became an exotic
creature...mysterious, and stunningly sexy. The mirror revealed to her the
trademark image that had captivated Maddy's imagination since her first glimpse
of such a face many years ago, while reading a magazine article on the Chalet
Girl phenomenon. This was the pinnacle of femininity she had longed to become
ever since....the exquisite face of the Chalet Girl.
The mezmerizing face in the mirror filled Maddy with excitement and
satisfaction, both in equal measure. But time was short. She tore herself from
the vanity to finish dressing. Moments later, wearing the tight fitting
sleeveless black latex dress, dark silk pantyhose and tall silver leather pumps
required for cadet public wear, Maddy slipped out of her apartment to report for
work at the Chalet.
Maddy drove her car into the tunnel that wound deep under the huge stone
structure that was Chalet-Boston, and parked in her designated space. She
chuckled, recalling the sweet tollbooth attendant she had just met. He noticed
her cadet uniform and makeup -how could he not?- and got so excited he dropped
change all over the floor. She tried to put him at ease by commenting on the
coolness of the April morning, but he was lost, so turned on he could barely
speak. In her class the recruits were told to expect that kind of thing. A
Chalet girl is an overpowering sexual icon. When a man meets one out in everyday
life, he often turns into an aroused and confused little boy. The boys hate
themselves for being klutzes, but simply can't help it. Once Maddy got to be an
attendant, she thought generously, perhaps she could go out with that poor man.
She walked briskly to the service elevator, inserted her identification card and
touched her left thumb to a small computer screen. "Good Morning, Cadet Davis.
It is 6:41 A.M. and you are on time. 7 good marks have been applied to your pay
scale for today." The mechanism ejected her card after recording her arrival and
marks. The elevator door unlocked and snapped open. "Please report to
sub-basement 3, station 2, for your duty roster. Enjoy your day, Cadet Davis."
"Thank you, computer voice." Maddy answered cheerily, relieved that she had made
it to work on time, though just four minutes early. She stepped into the
elevator and watched the doors close. There were no buttons to press. "Please
place your car keys, purse, jewelry, watch or any other belongings into the port
to the left of the door." a new voice said, this one a live female voice, "These
will be returned to you at the end of the day." Maddy dropped a small bag that
contained her car keys, Identification cards, credit cards, cosmetics, and a few
tissues into the rectangular hatch. She knew better than to wear her watch or
any jewelry.
"Put your wrists palm-to-palm behind your back, and place them into the round
port opposite to the doorway, and hold them still." the voice said. Maddy
marvelled at the surprises that were always coming in this job. She never knew
what to expect here, and she loved it. As soon as her hands went into the small
doorless portal, an automatic device wrapped a smooth binding three times around
her wrists. It felt rather like a huge elastic ribbon, very warm and almost
liquid-soft to the touch. Immediately hardening after settling into the recesses
of her slim wrists, the sticky substance soon became a rigid plastic restraint,
several times the strength of steel. A seamless and inescapable set of handcuffs
now trapped Maddy's wrists in the small of her back. "Goodness, this thing has
sure got me" she exclaimed softly, "Wonder if it will ever come off?"
"Your polymer cuffs may be removed only by two attendants using a special
cutting tool, set to a precise magnetic frequency and temperature setting." the
elevator voice said, "Yet they are quite comfortable and unabrasive to the
tender skin of the wrists." The door slid open suddenly. "Sub-basement 3," the
voice said pleasantly. "Station 2 is all the way down the hallway to your left.
Your duty roster captain and attendants await you there. Have a delicious day,
Madalin."
With her wrists so thoroughly bound, Maddy walked down the chilly hallway,
hearing her tall heels click against the marble floors. She was filled with a
mixture of anticipation and fear that had her loins steaming with arousal. In
orientation class it was stressed that new cadets should expect the unexpected
every day. Fresh duty rosters were issued each morning, and cadets never knew
what they would get. As she approached the last doorway, she saw a small sign
over it that read "Station 2 - Kiosks & Furnishings". The door had an auto
sensor that opened as Maddy approached it. Inside she saw about a dozen women.
Several cadets were being fitted into tight restraints by their attendants, and
placed into awkward positions. She heard soft groans of strain and discomfort
coming from all directions. Two attendants and a duty roster captain stood by
the door to greet Maddy. All three faces were as lustrously made up as cadets
faces were. No matter what rank a Chalet girl attained, it was required that she
never be without her erotic masque of cosmetics.
"Good morning, Maddy!" Captain Neesha said, her crimson mouth smiling sweetly,
"I see you were on time, and cooperated well in the elevator. You've gotten 10
good marks so far. Let's see if you can improve your score even more." Neesha
was clad in her standard day uniform: a tight-fitting rubber tunic covered her
torso and arms, and disappeared under an 8 inch boned leather corset cinched
tightly at the waist. Thick rubber leggings flowed seamlessly down her legs
turning into 7-inch platform-heeled boots. Neesha also wore her 4 1/2 inch day
collar, basically a small corset laced up tightly at the back of her neck, and
locked. It was carefully shaped to hold her chin up high and straight at all
times. Her waist cinch, which held several small devices, including a stungun,
was locked on also. It secured her tunic and leggings in place, since they met
and zipped together at the waist. Only another captain could unlock or loosen a
captain's waist or neck cinch. Captain uniforms truly were bondage garments,
though much milder than the strict items cadets and attendants had to wear.
Maddy loved the regal bearing that captains' uniforms presented. She couldn't
wait to make captain and be locked into one herself, but that opportunity was at
least three years away yet.
The two attendants were clad in standard 'dressers' costumes, sleek blue lycra
unitards covering them from ankles to neck to wrists, with a high mobility
factor. They had lots of stooping and stretching to do getting cadets properly
dressed and immobilized, so dressers needed freedom of movement. But comfort was
something else altogether. Of that they had none. Their heads were confined into
harnesses of leather straps, which allowed their long hair to protrude in a
ponytail through a ring at the top of their heads. Their hair was carefully
braided and interwoven to a one inch thick hemp rope noosed very tightly around
their throats, so that any head movement caused them to choke. They were locked
into short boots with narrow 6 inch tall heels, but no platforms, so their
arches were held at a much steeper angle than their captain's feet. To say that
they were uncomfortable would have been a huge understatement. But that was the
permanent situation of dresser attendants....
Beneath their outer lycra suit, dressers are sheathed by an inner suit made of
strong thin rubber that holds a number of wicked electric pain inducers, needles
of varying lengths going inward, each attached through the rubber inner suit to
a small steel disk that holds a tiny battery just outside the rubber. It is
about the size of an old-fashioned watch battery, but far more powerful and long
lasting. Programmable chips inside the batteries control the frequency, duration
and intensity of the attendant's electric shocks.
These devices, affectionately called 'stickers' keep the attendant at a constant
and precise level of pain. If an attendant holds a very good behavior rating,
her inner suit contains fewer of these devices. If she is remiss, and has lower
scores, her suit will contain more of them, perhaps dozens more, often
concentrated around the breasts and genital area. Each sticker-disk creates a
lump that can be clearly seen trapped between her lycra and rubber suits, much
like an erect nipple shows thru a thin bra. In this way one can always tell just
from looking at a dresser attendant how uncomfortable she is, by the number of
lumps. Even for the highest-rated attendant, a dresser's uniform must contain a
minimum of four stickers, one sticker an inch above, and one an inch below each
engorged nipple, dispensing a baseline of punishment throughout her day. It is
considered especially erotic to see a dresser with breasts, buttocks, and crotch
festooned with these lumps, going about her regular duties. She can indicate in
no specific way how much pain she is in, as a dresser attendant's mouth is
always thoroughly and uncomfortably gagged. But her bulges tell the whole story.
And she dares not resort to loud moans, or pantomimes, as that will just cause
more choking and lower her scores, resulting in more stickers under her suit for
the next day.
Maddy almost swooned with excitement when she looked closely at the two
dressers, each standing at strict attention. She had heard about the suits in
class, but had never seen one. They were even more cruel and exciting in person
than she imagined, and she had imagined plenty. She had reread descriptions of
the suits several times while reviewing for her final tests, and masturbated
furiously each time. She estimated no fewer than a dozen lumps disciplined each
firm breast. And many more could be seen on both girl's backsides and tummies.
One could read their pain like a roadmap.... but they merely stood there,
quivering slightly on their heels, blinking wet, heavily madeup eyes, and
awaiting further instructions.
"Lovely, aren't they?" Captain Neesha asked melodiously, seeing Maddy's intense
interest and arousal, "These two are named Fiona, and Sandy. They have been on a
downward path during the last few days, almost doubling their number of
stickers. But look here, I'll bet these nipples have never been harder." Neesha
reached out to pluck at Fiona's teats that stuck thru the lycra farther than any
of the batteries. The poor girl remained as still as possible, trying not to
orgasm, and lose her composure. "Just think, Maddy, you'll get to experience all
this for yourself someday, if you make it that far. As you know everyone here
has to endure six months in their sticker-suits before they make Captain. I can
remember days when I had to wear more than 75 stickers. I should warn you,
Maddy, that in the meantime, these girls have only one way of improving their
lot. And that is to do a very efficient job of preparing you for your
assignment. So you see, in a very short time you might be more than willing to
trade places with them."
"Yes, Captain, Ma'am," Maddy answered respectfully, and dreamily. She was so
excited she would have almost traded places with them right there. Her nipples
felt like rocks. Her pussy was aching. She could feel liquid running down her
thighs. But she was still dying to know... "May I ask, Captain, Ma'am, what my
duty roster contains today?"
"Yes you may, dear," Neesha answered, "You're going to be part of our fellatio
kiosk up in amusement room 4. That's about five hours of sucking cock to begin
your day. Girls, you may begin preparing Maddy as I explained to you earlier."
Both attendants' blinked their eyes twice, indicating yes. Taking Maddy by the
arms, Fiona and Sandy led her gently to one of the dressing stations along the
wall.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
(c)Aiken, 2000
