Enslaved Heiress
Copyright© 2026 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 6: Nicole
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 6: Nicole - 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 party last Saturday was the boost to morale that we definitely needed. Even Melissa’s punishment didn’t dampen the mood for long. While I disapprove of the way April turned her punishment of Melissa into a public spectacle, the episode earned Melissa a lot of respect from the rest of the staff. It was a ‘rite of passage’ for Melissa that cemented her inclusion among La Chatte Heureuse’s staff community. By comparison, by having Rebecca deliver Melissa’s whipping, April has damaged her reputation as a Mistress. However, I doubt April is overly concerned about that.
Everyone has worked extra hard over the last few days, Melissa probably more so than most. The club reopens tomorrow and we are expecting forty-two members to arrive by either the morning or afternoon shuttle. The three accommodation blocks to be used by visiting members have been unlocked and aired. Rebecca and Melissa have been busy stocking the suites, bathrooms and kitchens with supplies. Today they will focus on reopening the entertainment block, and checking that all the facilities in there are ready for use.
“I expect Melissa to tidy the lawns and flower beds before guests arrive,” says April to me.
“She’s assigned to do the gardening this afternoon,” I reply, annoyed that April constantly micro-manages Melissa’s work schedule.
I’m still none the wiser about the strange relationship between April and Melissa. Neither will say how they come to know each other. Melissa would have been a child when they first met, but for the last decade she’s been living in Switzerland and France. Unfortunately, since Melissa has accepted her role as April’s Chattel Slave, there’s very little I can do to shield her from April’s excesses.
April didn’t deliver on the promise to hire more staff by the time La Chatte Heureuse reopened. Beth has accepted the position of head gardener, but it will be another fortnight before she starts work on the island. A couple of club members are interested in two of the vacant positions, Jessica as staff cook, and Chloe as a staff mistress. I remember Slave Jessica from her visit here last year when the Slave caste won a surprise victory over the Mistress caste during a special event. Jessica is a close friend of Slave Tessa, to whom much of the credit for that victory belongs. Chloe has been a member of La Chatte Heureuse for three years but she has never been to the island. Consequently I don’t know what motivates Chloe to apply for the position, or her suitability for the role.
To add to our first day problems, the fine weather we’ve been enjoying comes to an abrupt end. The only benefit of the pouring rain is that I can reassign Melissa from manicuring the lawns. Nobody is going to bother about the state of the garden in this weather.
“Kirsty reports that all the members for the first bus have arrived in town,” says Helen. “She’s on her way to us now.”
One of the few changes we’ve made our procedures is to have Kirsty report when she is departing town with the next batch of arrivals. There have been instances in that past when the shuttle has been unexpectedly late, or carrying passengers we weren’t expecting. Kirsty always checks members’ identification to her manifest. However, any abnormal situations had previously needed to be dealt with by Kirsty alone. Now she can contact us if necessary.
“Have Slave Melissa meet the boat with raincoats for any of members who need one,” says April to me as she leaves the office.
I refrain from observing that no sane member will have travelled this far in this weather without her own raincoat. However, since Melissa is already tasked with meeting the boat with the tractor and trailer to transport luggage, it’s a simple matter of placing a few spare raincoats on the trailer. Although raincoats are normally reserved exclusively for those of the Mistress and Lady castes, the arriving members aren’t divided by caste until they check-in at reception. Consequently, only Melissa is denied any protection against the rain. Fortunately the temperature is warm, and Melissa is wearing a vinyl outfit that doesn’t mind getting wet. Her sopping wet hair is the only thing causing her discomfort.
“We wish to see the new manager,” fumes Bernice, the spokeswoman of three members of the Mistress caste standing before me at the reception desk. “We haven’t received a reply to my ... our ... complaint. We have been seriously inconvenienced by the club’s closure, and we expect recompense.”
Bernice’s two accomplices seem less forthright in pushing for compensation, but so far they are allowing Bernice to froth at the mouth on their behalf.
“The Chief Executive will be available for meetings tomorrow,” I reply, knowing April is hiding in her suite after Kirsty radioed ahead with a warning of trouble. “She is unable to see you today. Now, please allow Slave Melissa to escort you and your luggage to your suites. As you can see, we have a lot of arrivals today, and I’d appreciate you letting the staff do their jobs. We have all been inconvenienced by the weeks of closure and we are doing our best to get things back to normal.”
I learned early in my tenure as a member of the Mistress caste that the only way to deal with the more obnoxious prigs in the Mistress caste is to stare them down. Although I don’t come from the same social background as many of the other mistresses, I’m at least respected as an equal following my neutralisation of Madame Faye’s ‘reign of terror’. Faye’s reputation wasn’t entirely justified, and in reality, her pacification was due to her attachment to Slave Tessa rather than anything I did.
“You have a Chattel Slave on the staff!” exclaims Bernice, as though Melissa’s metal collar has suddenly materialised out of thin air. She turns to Melissa. “Who is your mistress?”
I dread the likely reaction to Melissa’s answer. There are good reasons why staff who are members of the Slave caste have always been limited to being in the General Slave category.
“Madame April is my mistress, Madame Bernice,” replies Melissa with her head bowed.
I’m impressed by the naturalness of Melissa’s behaviour. She addressed Bernice by both her title and name, and showed the right level of subservience. Bernice will be hard pressed to fault Melissa’s response to her question.
“April is our new Chief Executive,” I add, in case Bernice hasn’t read recent club newsletters.
“Then I shall keep hold of Slave Melissa until I receive satisfaction from our new Chief Executive.”
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