This is a follow up to Kinktober prompt 21 - Mistake

Samantha Greenwood was bored. This did not bode well for any of the enslaved maids living in her home.

“Okay,” she said once she got a couple of them on their knees at the end of one of the main second floor hallways.

Both were dressed in the standard maid uniform of the Greenwood household. Rubber suits, neck to toe. A white corset, with a matching white miniskirt, gloves, six inch heels, and a posture collar. Their mouths were filled with plug gags that could be removed for easy service. Their wrists were handcuffed in front of them, their elbows chained behind their backs so they could not move their arms past their torsos, and their ankles hobbled with more cuffs. Their kneeling positions were intensely uncomfortable, and they couldn’t move their arms very much.

One of them had straight blonde hair, the other had curly brunette hair. Samantha didn’t remember how she got the brunette. She was pretty sure her mother had bought her from the Covington Club, but couldn’t remember why. The blonde had been bought at some auction by Samantha’s father. She had been his pleasure slave until he’d grown tired of her and had her become a maid.

“The two of you are going to race my little puppy here.”

The puppy in question stood at attention. She had short black hair done up as floppy pig tails, to simulate dog ears. Other than that, she was naked, save the multitude of leather cuffs that kept her knees and hands chained together. Her tongue lolled out of her ring gagged mouth, and the leather collar at her neck marked her as property of S.G.

Samantha knew exactly how she got this petite bitch. A birthday present of that annoying Lockheed girl she’d known at school who’d been enslaved after her banker parents’ had made the wrong set of enemies.

“The first of you all to make it to the foyer and the main door wins. And the losers get to spend the next few hours entertaining me.”

She slapped the end of her crop into her own hand. The nice black leather contrasted heavily with her pink pajama pants and camisole.

Both maids would lose. Their chains were more restrictive than the puppy-girl’s, and literally everyone knew it. But if they didn’t try their best, they knew they would be punished rather than simply entertaining the ‘young Miss.’

“Understand? Good. On your mark...” she gave he blonde a hard thwack to her rear. “Get set...” then it was the brunette’s turn.
“Crawl!”

She gave a final crop smack to her puppy, who took off like hobbled, yipping lightning while the bound maids did their best to keep up.

Samantha smiled at the sight of those rubber clad assess wriggling away. No longer bored she thought of all the ways she would have fun with the maids.