Enslaved Heiress
Copyright© 2026 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 9: Melissa
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 9: Melissa - The popular lesbian resort at La Chatte Heureuse has undergone a change in ownership and is about to reopen after a two month closure. The new manager, April, gives Nicole, Rebecca and the others more than a few headaches. Not least is the challenge of working with April's personal slave, Melissa. Nicole is concerned that April treats Melissa too harshly, but Melissa is more resilent than she seems. The change of ownership opens opportunities for Tessa and others. #6 in the series.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Slavery Lesbian Fiction BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Spanking Anal Sex Sex Toys
I join the other staff for our evening meal. After several hectic days, I think we are all feeling exhausted. For the first time in over a week, Madame April joins us for our meal. I’m not sure what she’s done about the complaint that Madame Bernice was making when she arrived yesterday. However, the expression on Madame April’s face suggests that she’s happy with the outcome.
“We appear to have successfully weathered the initial rush of new arrivals,” says Madame April. “How many are we expecting tomorrow, Nicole?”
“Eleven tomorrow, and eight the day after,” replies Nicole. “Have you sorted out Bernice’s issue?”
“Yes. I’m pleased to report that we reached an amicable arrangement. Melissa impressed Bernice so much last night that Bernice has accepted my offer to have Melissa placed at her disposal tonight and tomorrow night. I presume that is okay with you Slave Melissa?”
“As you wish, Madame April,” I reply, unsure whether I should feel this happy at being pimped like a whore.
I can’t deny that I enjoyed last night. For whatever reason, I found the humiliation and bondage incredibly erotic. Another couple of nights of the same treatment would be pleasant.
“I was working with Slave Tessa this afternoon,” I say. “She wears a buttercup symbol on her collar. We talked about whether I should do a Flower Assessment.”
“I think that would be a great idea,” says Brooke. “But be warned that most of us in the Slave caste don’t fit the narrow criteria of one of the Flowers.”
“Yes, we can arrange an Assessment,” says Madame Nicole. “If April approves, that is. You’re her Chattel Slave, so you’ll need her permission.”
“Hmm. And what is my permission worth to you, Slave Melissa?” says Madame April. “Perhaps a dozen lashes of the whip?”
“Whippings should be reserved for punishing wrongdoings,” snaps Rebecca. “They shouldn’t be used simply for a mistress’s entertainment. Do you intend to carry out the whipping yourself?”
Madame Rebecca has made a dangerous challenge to Madame April’s authority, but I think she has made her point.
“You make a valid point, Rebecca,” replies Madame April. “Perhaps a night in the dungeon, then? It’s about time Slave Melissa experienced the delights of our cells. I believe all the other staff members of the Slave caste have endured at least one night in the one of the dungeons.”
“I accept your terms, Madame April,” I reply before the conversation becomes over-heated. “However, you will need to make alternative arrangements with Madame Bernice.”
“No, that won’t be necessary,” says Madame April. “I can wait until later in the week for your visit to the cells. Now what needs to be done for Slave Melissa to do a Flower Arrangement.”
“Assessment ... a Flower Assessment,” says Madame Nicole, correcting Madame April’s wrong terminology. “What type do you think you are, Melissa?”
“Definitely not a Rose or Buttercup, but I’m unsure whether I’m a Cornflower or Fern.”
“We can test both. There may be other slaves here who want to take a Flower Assessment, so we could conduct several tests at the same time.”
Since I’m required to be at Madame Bernice’s suite by nine o’clock, I quickly finish my meal and have a second shower. While I cleaned myself earlier, I doubt Madame Bernice would appreciate me turning up in her suite with a lingering smell of compost. Just before nine, Lady Grace escorts me to Madame Bernice’s suite and leaves me to my fate.
Another member of the Slave caste opens the door to admit me into the suite. My heart sinks when I see that Madame Natasha is visiting Madame Bernice. Fortunately I seem to be below Madame Natasha’s notice. I promptly kneel on the floor, near to where the two women are sitting. The slave who admitted me to the suite kneels beside me.
“Hah! You’ve found yourself a sexy young blond, Bernice,” chortles Madame Natasha, who has clearly forgotten our altercation at the dock.
“We all have our particular tastes, Natasha,” laughs Madame Bernice. “This one is inexperienced, but she shows great promise. What of your choice here?”
“So-so. Slave Tori is obedient, but she gets skittish when I threaten her with any form of punishment.”
“I hear that a Buttercup arrived on the same boat as you,” observes Madame Bernice.
“Yes. Tessa. I wish I had known she was a Buttercup when I disembarked. I could have laid first claim on her before she checked in. Now she’s registered as a Field Slave, so I’m forced to negotiate access to her with Nicole or Rebecca.”
“You could do what Faye did last year, and persuade Tessa to be your Chattel Slave. She’s obviously on a tight budget, or she wouldn’t have opted to be a Field Slave. Offer her enough money, plenty of bondage and a regular dose of the whip, and I’m guessing that she’ll agree to be yours.”
“Hmm. I’m not sure the new management will be so flexible,” says Madame Natasha. “Tessa and I aren’t in an established relationship. I know they waived the requirement for Faye last year, but I don’t have Faye’s level of influence over the club. Have you found out anything about the new owners of La Chatte Heureuse?”
“Nothing useful,” replies Madame Bernice. “The registered owner is a newly formed private trust. April is one of the trustees, along with a couple of lawyers. I’ve profiled April’s business career. As far as I can tell she’s a run-of-the-mill businesswoman. There’s nothing to indicate why she’s been selected as Chief Executive of La Chatte Heureuse.”
“April’s inexperience with the club might give us the opportunity to persuade her to support amendments to the club rules. Changes that benefit us,” muses Madame Natasha.
“Hmm. Fai attenzione a ciò che dici davanti alle schiave,” says Madame Bernice in a hushed voice to Madame Natasha.
Madame Bernice’s attempt at secrecy would be more effective had she first checked whether or not I can understand Italian. Her warning to Madame Natasha to be careful what she says in front of the slaves is prudent. These two mistresses clearly intend to exploit the turmoil from the recent change in ownership. I don’t let on that I understand their conversation that follows. As much as I wish to avoid Madame April, I’m going to need to relay what I’ve learned to her in the morning.
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