Enslaved Heiress
Copyright© 2026 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 7: Melissa
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 7: 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
Madame Rebecca escorts me to Madame Bernice’s suite just before nine o’clock. At this time of night, the locks on most doors and gates are set to allow exit, but not entry, to those of us in the Slave caste.
“Madame Bernice has promised to release you in time for your normal work duty in the morning,” confirms Madame Rebecca. “Remember to use your safe-word if necessary.”
Madame Rebecca only waits long enough to ensure Madame Bernice admits me into her suite. I feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness at being under Madame Bernice’s thrall. Brooke, Olivia and Madame Rebecca have each provided me with lots of advice, and for the first time I genuinely feel the impact of my slave status. I follow Madame Bernice into her suite and kneel before her when she sits down. Brooke has had me practise the correct ‘presentation’ position, which I promptly adopt.
“Stand up and let me examine you,” says Madame Bernice.
I obey, meekly allowing Madame Bernice to run her hands over my body and tweak my nipples. The effect is both humiliating and arousing. Then she takes my wrists and places a pair of steel cuffs on them. A matching pair of ankle cuffs soon appear on my legs. Short linking chains fasten my arms behind my back, and hobble any movement with my legs.
The lack of protest from me encourages her to go further. Madame Bernice then proceeds to kiss me on my lips. Her gentle kisses soon develop into a tongue-down-my throat experience. I’m being driven wild with lust as I submit to her assault on my body. Before I realise it, I discover that Madame Bernice has removed my corset and my skirt is being lowered down my legs. Moments later I’m completely nude and yielding to her every desire.
Madame Bernice clearly has a plan for my complete submission to her control. Not satisfied with denuding me and restraining my wrists and ankles, she proceeds to go further. After witnessing her behaviour earlier, I anticipated her being rough with me. However, she has so far been firm but gentle, although I’m left in no doubt that I’m required to submit. Perhaps she is simply testing me, to see how far she can go without encountering resistance.
“How long have you been a member of the Slave caste?” asks Madame Bernice.
“A couple of weeks, Madame,” I reply. “I wasn’t a club member until I was employed here.”
“Hmm. I thought you were new. I keep a close watch for attractive blond slaves among the club membership. I have a particular liking for pretty blonds, and you fit the bill nicely. What experience do you have with bondage?”
“Very little, Madame. I have been placed in a chest harness by Madame Nicole, but that’s all.”
“Hah! Yes, I’m aware of Nicole’s expertise at Shibari rope bondage. Personally I’m a fan of metal restraints and chains, as you can see. Have you experienced being restrained in anything like that previously?”
“No, Madame.”
“Then we shall remedy that omission immediately.”
Throughout our conversation, Madame Bernice has been delving between my legs and teasing my clit. Despite my humiliating position I can’t prevent my arousal, nor the flow of my juices down my inner legs. I sense that I’m at the mercy of an expert in seduction.
Step by step she introduces more toys and restraints. Nipple clamps are the next addition. It’s a brand new experience for me, and after the initial pain wears off, I start to enjoy the sensation. A vibrator is eased into my cunt. I think its the same type of device that Brooke and Elise like using. Next a chastity belt imprisons my nether regions, leaving me wondering if I’m going to be frustrated all night. Arm and thigh cuffs follow, complete with linking chains.
Madame Bernice has me stand in front of a mirror so that I can admire the shameful view. The sight of my helpless body in such an array of metal fires a powerful arousal. I know this is being done to tease me and encourage the very reaction I’m displaying. I find it the most erotic experience I’ve endured to date.
“Do you like what you see, Slave Melissa?” purrs Madame Bernice into my ear.
“Yes, Madame,” I reply truthfully.
“I thought you’d like the view. Take a good look as yourself because it’s the last you will see of your delectable body until morning.”
Before I can question what Madame Bernice means, a close fitting latex hood is produced from Madame Bernice’s bag of tricks. My hair is drawn into a high ponytail, and pulled through a hole in the top of the hood as it is pulled down over my head. I can breathe okay, so I presume there are air holes aligned with my nose. The close fitting hood completely blocks my eyesight, and I don’t detect any opening for my mouth. The sides of the hood pressing against my ears feel padded, blocking out nearly all sound. I stand frozen to the spot, unnerved by the lack of sensory input. The only thing I can feel is Madame Bernice tightening a collar that keep the hood affixed to my neck. The whole experienced is terrifying and exciting at the same time.
I feel a tug on my collar which I think is a signal to move. However Madame Bernice places a hand on my chest holding me in place. I soon realise that she is clipping a leash onto my collar. Her final devilish act is to place small weights onto the chain linking my nipple clamps, causing a throbbing pain in my nipples. I’m not sure if Madame Bernice is talking to me as the padding over my ears is very effective at blocking out sound.
A sharper pull on the leash is the signal for me to move forward. I didn’t pay much attention to the furniture in Madame Bernice’s suite when I entered, so I can only guess at what awaits me. After shuffling a few metres, Madame Bernice places a hand on my shoulder and pushes down. Clearly this is a signal for me to lower myself to the floor. I feel around me as soon as I’m low enough to touch the floor. I’m sat on a thick spongy mat with a vinyl coated cushions around me.
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