Bianca liked to spend part of her Sundays by the pool in her penthouse apartment. It was the largest space on the floor, contained within thick greenhouse windows that helped keep it useable year round. It was fall now, and starting to cool. The sun was hidden by overcast clouds. One wouldn’t know that looking at Bianca. She was in a black bathing suit, optimized for swimming. Matching sunglasses covered her eyes.

Lounging on a pool chair, two maids by her side, Bianca enjoyed the sight of the rest of her pets on the other end of the pool.

At present, she had six personal slaves. Two of them were on duty as maids. Bianca liked it that way. At least one slave was always on duty to wait on her, hand and foot. The other waited on the rest of the pets. They rotated in and out of duty as the mood struck Bianca, their owner.

The other four slaves were preparing for their daily swim. It was the lion’s share of the exercise regimen Bianca’s personal slaver team had drawn up for them. Swimming was a very physically demanding activity, after all. Each of them wore a swim cap, and a different colored bikini suit and each suit was barely on. Any could fall off at a moment’s notice, just by facing too much water resistance.

It was rare for a pet to keep herself covered for an entire  swimming session.

They were unbound, save for their jewel entrusted collars. Bianca enjoyed her slaves in bondage quite a bit. But binding them 24/7 had always struck her as overkill. Perhaps necessary for owners without the means to secure them in other ways, but Bianca did not that description.

“What’s happening?” One of the maids whispered. The new girl who Bianca had snatched off the street only days ago. Her real name was Pheobe Johnson, but here she would only he called Chestnut, after her lush brown hair.

The other maid, named Copper after her Middle-Eastern skin tone, shot glances at Bianca, waiting to see if she would respond. Apparently she’d been sitting still long enough that they thought she was asleep.

Amused, Bianca decided to let them talk.

“Every Sunday those of us that aren’t maids are required to, um, compete,” Copper whispered back. “It’s a race, 20 laps up and down the pool. Exercise, but with rewards and punishments. The winners—you can win by finishing first or by not losing any of your suit when you finish—gets the rest of the day off, doesn’t have to do anything or play any games until the next morning. You’ll probably have to do it next week, after you’ve been a maid for long enough to have it down.”

Maid duty was not popular among Bianca’s pets. Part of it was the outfit. The  rest of them were allowed to wear clothes, unless they had lost that privilege. The maid uniform consisted of 6 inch heels, back stockings, a black lingerie bustier over a tight white miniskirt, long white gloves, and a matching white cloth that covered their mouths.

That cloth was supposed to mean silence, but these two maids seemed to have decided that their mistress’s sleep meant that rule did not apply to them.

“What happens to the loser?” Chestnut asked.

“It depends on what Miss Bianca is in the mood to see. It’s generally worse the further back you place. Though it’s pretty typical for someone to get maid duty after they lose.”

“Look, I get that you’re trying not to freak me out too much, but I need details. I hate not knowing what to expect!”

“You’ll learn soon enough,” Bianca spoke. Both maids gasped, and swiveled to face her.

At the same time, the other pets all dove into the water to begin their race.

“Thirty spanks each,” Bianca intoned. “For speaking out of turn. Chestnut will receive an extra ten for instigating the infraction. Copper will take the punishment first. Hop to it.”

“Yes Miss Bianca,” Copper said with fear. “My apologies, Miss Bianca.”

Chestnut’s eyes burned at her mistress while Copper stepped around the chair to present her half naked ass to her fellow maid to be spanked.

For a second, Bianca expected her newest pet to attack her. That happened sometimes. She was well enough trained in self defense that it wouldn’t amount to much before the guards came in.

“Fifty,” Bianca said when she saw nothing was going to happen. “I won’t tolerate that kind of insolence, Chestnut. Now punish Copper.

As Chestnut turned to began spank the other maid, Bianca returned the majority of her attention to the race in the water.