Chestnut was dressed for a night out. The soft brown hair that provided her new name was immaculately styled, coiled in waves over one shoulder. Her diamond studded collar glittered beautifully in the light, matched by a pair of diamond earrings, and by similarly glittering high heels. Her dress was a dark velvet purple that hugged her body and its curves very well, all the way down to her knees. It was accompanied by opera gloves of the same color and material.

They were, after all, going to an opera.

Bianca’s own dress was a similarly velvet, rich emerald color, and her own earrings were studded with real emeralds. The dress was less restrictive than her pet’s, with a slit along the left leg that allowed for ease of movement and a tasteful neckline that presented a modest view of her bust.  Her gloves were a solid black. Her long black hair was straight tonight, and fell across her back.

They were seated in a limousine. The very same one, Bianca abruptly realized, that she had first seen Chestnut from on a street not far from here. Now her brown-haired slave sat with her hand folded neatly on her lap, trying very hard to look anywhere but Penny on the floor.

Penny was one of Bianca’s favorites. A petite Asian girl she had picked up in Paris one year. A tourist. It had been an unexpected surprise, and one that coincided with a sudden upturn in Bianca’s fortunes, like finding a lucky penny.

Her soft features were outlined by her short hair. It had long before Bianca claimed her and ordered it cut. Penny was well behaved, and rarely acted out. She rarely caused discord among Bianca’s other pets. She was a model slave.

At the moment, however, she was trapped in a tight hogtie. Her arms were tucked into a bright blue armbinder, which itself was attached to a chain that connected her to her frogtied legs, which were themselves bound together. A leather blindfold was set over her yes, above and tied more securely in place by the straps of a thick panel gag. Her clothes were a nice set of blue lingerie and the chastity belt that all of Bianca’s pets often wore.

She was as silent as could be, grunting only when Bianca periodically smacked her with the crop in her hand.

“I don’t think I need to explain what will happen if you misbehave tonight,” Bianca suddenly said, after one such smack delivered to Penny’s leg. Chestnut’s head whipped over to her, naked fear in her eyes.

“You will remain silent, and you will do as you are told. And if you fail to be silent and obey, you will spend the next few days like Penny here.”

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“Or perhaps I’ll just keep her like this for the next week, and you can enjoy seeing her pay for your misbehavior.”

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“Or I can simply have someone else taken and bound like this. Someone I have no personal interest in.”

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She stopped then, enjoying the sound of Penny’s mewling as she turned to the newer slave. “Am I clear?”

Chestnut’s eyes were now rooted to Penny. Seconds passed before she instead looked at her own lap. “Yes Miss Bianca.”

Bianca allowed herself a small smile. “Good girl.”

They soon arrived at the theater, where they went in through a private VIP entrance, so there was no chance of any press spotting them.

Bianca barely paid the performance any attention. She rarely did. Instead she focused on the slave seated next to her in her private booth. The night was spent toying with Chestnut’s breasts, activating the vibrators embedded in her chastity belt at random intervals, and ordering her to her knees to pleasure her owner.

It was only the start of the night. Bianca knew right away that would be ravishing her obedient Chestnut well into the morning.

And she did.