Enslaved Heiress
Copyright© 2026 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 15: Melissa
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 15: 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
The one month anniversary of my arrival on the island coincides with the reopening of the three northern accommodation buildings. Technically the mistress accommodation was already open and used exclusively by April. Now visiting mistresses will be staying in there as well. The standard of the facilities for the mistress and lady castes in the northern buildings are a notch above those in the eastern blocks. The buildings in the eastern block were refurbished five years earlier, and to a more basic standard. Only the slave accommodation is much the same in both east and north blocks, however the northern accommodation building doesn’t possess a dungeon.
Now that Lady Beth has taken over as head gardener, I find my time is spread more evenly between gardening and ferrying supplies to and from the storeroom. It’s tiring work but I feel much fitter than when I started. Tessa is sometimes my overseer when Madame Chloe is otherwise engaged. While there are times when it seems strange to have a sister slave giving orders to another slave, there are very few instances when her Slave caste status presents a problem.
On a personal level, Tessa has reunited with Jessica, our new staff cook. Apparently they met each other during a special event last year and hit it off. Now the pair can regularly explore their desire for each other, much in the same way as Madame Nicole and Olivia.
Which brings me to my own dilemma. Madame Chloe and I have overcome the barrier that prevented us from an intimate relationship while we were at the Swiss academy. I hesitate to say that we love each other, but I can’t imagine my life where Madame Chloe isn’t a part of it. I think she feels the same way about me. At the moment that could be disastrous. My agreement with Madame April means I cannot enlist other staff to help me endure the harsh life Madame April imposes on me. She has been using subterfuge to make me leave La Chatte Heureuse of my own free will, so that I forfeit inheriting ownership of La Chatte Heureuse. Any member of staff caught helping me is likely to be dismissed.
My agreement with Madame April will last until my twenty-fifth birthday ... nearly eighteen months away. Only then does the agreement terminate and La Chatte Heureuse becomes mine, along with the other investments my father left in trust for me. The other way to end the agreement and trust is for me to marry, but I’ve no intention of getting involved with a man. Unfortunately Madame Chloe knows that I’m hiding something from her, and I find it increasingly hard to keep evading her questions. Madame Nicole is already suspicious about my situation, but she has so far quietly observed from a distance.
Fortunately for me, it’s Madame April who triggers events that finally expose the nature of our agreement, albeit to a small group of trusted staff. Madame April has said from the outset that she has no interest in participating in the club lifestyle. That means she lives a very lonely existence here on the island. In reality, most of the work she does for La Chatte Heureuse can be done anywhere. It’s only her obsession with me that is preventing her from simply walking away. It isn’t as though she needs the money. She has substantial wealth of her own in addition to her share of my father’s estate. I doubt she has any real interest in owning the club, and she would probably sell it if it ever became hers.
“I intend to move my office into town and work from there,” says Madame April to me when she calls me into her office. “I can easily find an apartment nearby. However, it means that you can no longer be my Chattel Slave, so your status will need to change. Since you will be responsible for any urgent management decisions made on the island, I think it would be better for you to switch to the Mistress caste.”
When I first arrived on the island, I wouldn’t have hesitated to join the Mistress caste. However, after a month of living a Slave caste lifestyle, I find myself reluctant to change caste. Madame Chloe has repeatedly asked me to simply call her ‘Chloe’ when we are alone, but I feel more comfortable retaining the proper form of address between a slave and her mistress. Besides, I know Madame Chloe gets a thrill from the reinforcement of my submission, which translates into her being more forceful in her dominance over me. We both gain pleasure as a result.
“No. I’ll stay in the Slave caste,” I reply. “Tessa manages her role as a slave overseer even though she’s a member of the Slave caste herself. There’s no reason I can’t do the same. I’m sure Madame Chloe will take me on as her Chattel Slave when it comes to lifestyle matters.”
“If that’s what you want, then I’ve no objection. I just wish we could find some means of amending the trust agreement. My career is on hold because of your father’s will, and I’m sure you don’t want to spend the next eighteen months doing hard labour and being punished. Unfortunately your father’s executor is being very difficult on the subject. He insists the agreement we made must run its course.”
I’ve no immediate answer to the problem, but I’m relieved that Madame April seems open to negotiating a settlement. Perhaps she has realised that all her attempts to make me voluntarily leave the island have failed, and will continue to fail. That evening I lie across Madame Chloe’s lap as she prepares to wallop my bare arse for no better reason than she feels like doing so.
“Tell me why you have that distracted look on your face, or I’ll tan your backside until you can’t sit down for a week,” says Madame Chloe, landing one slap on my arse as a warning.
“Ouch! If you want me to tell you then you must first promise me that you won’t repeat it to anybody else, Madame.”
“I don’t think a slave is in a position to make such demands,” replies Madame Chloe. “But I’ll humour you. I promise that whatever you tell me will be kept between the two of us. It had better be a secret worth the trouble, or your arse will suffer the consequences.”
“Thank you, Madame. Madame April is intending to move her office into town and she wants me to take over as on-site manager here,” I reply.
Madame Chloe looks at me as though I’ve grown two heads. Fortunately she knows me well enough to accept that I’m not making up a fanciful story. Having opened the floodgates, I confess my family relationship to Madame April, and the nature of the trust that binds Madame April and me to La Chatte Heureuse.
“So when you marry, or turn twenty-five, you get to own La Chatte Heureuse,” muses Madame Chloe. “But you and April want to come to some agreement to terminate the arrangement earlier. However, your father’s executor is being a pain in the arse and refusing your request.”
“Yes, that about sums up the situation, Madame,” I reply.