BDSM, non-consensual, lesdom, F/fff, slavery, harem, bondage, control, nudity

Bianca liked to check in on her pets when she was away. Whether her absence would last for a single workday or a weeklong trip, the powerful woman rarely went more than several hours without taking a few minutes to bring up the camera feeds in her penthouse and enjoy watching her slave harem.

Today her chance came earlier than usual, scarcely an hour after arriving at work. Her discussion with the board of a German company ended sooner than expected. Bianca leaned back in her seat as her subordinates filed out. Her gaze traveled to the window, and to the sight of her own penthouse some blocks away. It amused her to think of how unremarkable the building looked from the outside. Just another concrete structure in a city full of them. Better designed than most, but hardly the most attractive building in sight. Nothing about it hinted at what went on behind its walls.

One could say something similar about Bianca herself. She was a cautions woman, always careful to present a certain image to the public. Today she was dressed in a crisp pinstriped pantsuit, her hair confined to a dignified bun. To the outside world she was a professional. Barely more than a workaholic who would take a only a few fifteen minute breaks from running her company each day. No one who met Bianca Lanese would guess at her predilection for enslaving beautiful women to her will.

Bianca reached for the intercom at her boardroom table to contact her secretary. “Morgan,” she intoned. It took only a second for the young man to respond.

“Yes, Miss Lanese?”

“Hold any calls for the next twenty minutes.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

A male secretary was a pragmatic choice. Bianca didn’t want to tempt herself by hiring a woman she might want to take for herself. Her personal assistant was another young man. The whispers and rumors that surrounded her habit of hiring handsome young men were a calculated effect. Another smokescreen to hide her true preferences.

Bianca brought out her phone. It controlled nearly everything she owned. A few taps and the boardroom window tinted itself enough to block out the sunlight, leaving the room’s bright florescent lights to do their job alone. Another few taps locked the door. Bianca allowed herself a small smile when her privacy was assured.

Not ten minutes earlier, the sleek wall screen at the head of the room had shown the German executives. Now Bianca brought up a camera feed of her front door. No one was there, as expected. It wasn’t even ten in the morning yet. Bianca went to the next camera feed and found what she was looking for. The kitchen, where the two slaves she had serving as maids for the week were cleaning. Bianca noted the time. They should be done with the kitchen by now. She would have to review the last hour of footage later to make sure they hadn’t been slacking.

Bianca was distracted from that thought a moment later, when one of the maids bent over to dust beneath the refrigerator and Bianca was treated to a pleasing sight of her rear presented nicely in a tight white miniskirt. The rest of the maid uniform—the bustier, the long gloves, stockings, and high heeled shoes—were all black. The skirts were a splash of white served to emphasize the maids’ hindquarters in a way their owner greatly enjoyed. Another such splash was draped over their mouths, a simple cloth loosely veiling the lower half of their faces to. The uniform was completed by the jewel encrusted collar around their necks.

The bent over maid stood up straight, turning to continue cleaning the kitchen. It was Copper, whose dusky skin betrayed her middle eastern heritage. Not that she had ever been there. Copper had been born and raised in Michigan. She was one of Bianca’s thinner pets. Her hair was done up in a loose bun. When she drew close to the camera Bianca could see the worn, submissive gleam in her eyes. Copper had long since accepted her lot in life, but there was still enough life in her gaze to keep Bianca from growing bored with her. For now. Bianca suspected she would sell Copper off relatively soon.

At present there were six women in Bianca’s harem of slaves. The wealthy woman liked to have two of them serve as maids at all times, to clean the penthouse and be prepared to service her when she was home. Each shift lasted two weeks, with one rotated in and out at the end of each seven-day period. Copper had been on maid duty for three consecutive weeks. She had displeased her owner by speaking to the newest slave, Chestnut, when they were supposed to be on duty. Chestnut was new enough that a small degree of leniency could be given, but Copper should have known better. She had indulged the newer slave, and so was being punished with an extra week of service in addition to sharing a corporal punishment with Chestnut.

The other maid then drew Bianca’s attention by walking out of the room, a duster in her hand. The wealthy woman switched to the next feed, the dining room, as Penny moved to begin dusting. Bianca felt a pang of regret as she watched her petite Japanese slave get to work on the ornate wooden table. Sweet little Penny was one of Bianca’s favorite pets. Not necessarily for her appearance, though Bianca loved the way her short hair framed her soft features and how pleasant it was to seat the Asian woman in her lap for play, but because of her disposition. Penny was so well-behaved, and still so fun to play with. She didn’t really deserve to be on maid duty, hadn’t been required to do it in months. But it was important to remind the slaves that even Bianca’s favorites were not immune to the busy work.

The powerful mistress stood and drew closer to the screen to admire her slave up close. Heat blossomed between her legs. She ignored it and flipped to the next screen. No one was in the next room. Nor the next.

Bianca had to go through a couple more rooms before she found another of her slaves in the penthouse’s small gym. It was Starlight, the only blonde pet currently in Bianca’s collection. She had been a model once. Bianca had seen her walk down a runway from a front row seat. The wealthy woman made an effort to keep herself from taking anyone that had been seen near her. It was much safer to only take women she had seen at a distance. But one look at the beautiful blonde in that starry black dress decorated to look like the night sky had been enough for Bianca to want her. And that was that.  

The celestial dress was still in Starlight’s wardrobe. Bianca liked to order her to wear it on occasion. After month’s in Bianca’s care, her blonde slave looked more marvelous in it now than she had before. The addition of her ever-present collar alone was a massive improvement. At the moment she was dressed to exercise. Tight lycra bike shorts, black with two green strips running down each leg, and a green jogging top that was barely more than a sports bra. Even her running shoes matched, black with green piping. They were almost a blur as Starlight ran on the treadmill. Her long hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, just high enough to avoid obscuring any of her lovely rump when it wasn’t swaying back and forth.

All of Bianca’s slaves were given an exercise regimen. They tailored to their physical needs by a personal trainer—who was also a doctor and nutritionist—kept on payroll specifically to monitor their health. Following that regimen was one of the slaves’ only real duties when they weren’t serving as maids. It was all in the name of making sure they always looked their best for their owner.

Still, Starlight had a bad habit of over-exercising, sometimes to the point of harming herself. She was stubborn. Exercising too much was her own little rebellion. Bianca made a mental to talk to Doctor Benson. Perhaps Starlight needed her personal fitness plan adjusted.

The next feed showed a sitting room, where Sky was alone and privately reading a book. She was a tall woman with short red hair who had been a stewardess on the private plane of one of Bianca’s business associates. An easy acquisition. All Bianca had to do was turn to the associate and ask the price. It was worth it. The looks of utter confusion and then shock on her face had been priceless.  

Sky had taken to one aspect of her slavery remarkably quickly, understanding right away that she was there for Bianca’s viewing pleasure. The redhead took care to select her outfits from the expansive wardrobes Bianca provided each of her slaves with and was skilled at making sure her clothing choices were never boring or stale. It didn’t quite make up for her reluctance to please Bianca physically, but it was a point in her favor.

Today she had gone for something more outlandish. A bunny girl outfit, complete with the ears and the puffball tail. It was all a vibrant pink color that went well with her hair’s shade of red. The sight of her sitting primly in that silly and sexy outfit, legs crossed, as she read some novel was delightful.

With a faint smile, Bianca moved on through a few more camera feeds until found her last two pets in the recreational room. Flora was a tall dark-skinned womanand the newest member of the household, Chestnut.

The massive TV screen was on, turned to a tennis match, but neither woman was watching. They were speaking to each other.

With one raised brow, Bianca flipped on the volume to listen in.

Chestnut was speaking. “… sure she’ll be free—no, I’m sorry, not free, but um… I,”

“I know what you mean,” said Flora, unperturbed. “Yeah, she’ll probably be off maid duty by the end of the week. Three weeks in a row is rare, but it’s not the end of the world. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m tying not to,” Chestnut’s voice was pensive, her expression guilty. “But I feel like it’s my fault.”

For a moment, Flora’s expression was sharp. Chestnut wasn’t looking at her, but Bianca could see how much Flora wanted to refute her words. To tell the brunette newcomer that it wasn’t her fault and blame their owner. But she wouldn’t. She knew better.

“That’s why you have to follow the rules,” Flora said instead. She took Chestnut’s hands into hers. “I know how hard it is. Believe me. But fighting back doesn’t work. She comes down hard on anyone who tries. Just keep your head down, be polite, and do what Miss Bianca says. Okay?”

Her tone was gentle, but the words rained down on Chestnut like physical blows. She tried to flinch away from Flora’s grip, but the taller woman held on, gently but firmly.  
Bianca smirked. Flora had once been annoyingly defiant, one of the most stubborn pets she ever had. But time and the senior members of Bianca’s collection had worn her down and ensured she understood her new station in life. Letting those who had been slaves the longest induct their juniors into their duties had proven to be an effective training method. It had been ages since Bianca needed to train her property the old-fashioned way.  

Chestnut eventually nodded, and the two women fell into a pregnant silence. Bianca kept the volume up, expecting them to continue. In the meantime, she checked over their outfits.

Chestnut wore designer jeans, with a red sweatshirt and matching ankle boots. The hood was up, her rich brown hair poking out while she huddled in on herself. That wasn’t surprising. Her abduction was recent, she was still trying to cover herself up and hide as much as possible. Not that it mattered. Bianca didn’t need to see her skin to enjoy the sight of her tight outfit. It some way she liked it more when her property was covered. What was under those clothes still belonged to her. But while Bianca was willing to indulge Chestnut for a little longer, she would have to put a stop to it soon. Chestnut was there for Bianca’s enjoyment, and she would have to be more mindful of that fact going forward.

As if to offset Chestnut’s modesty, Flora had dressed in lingerie and nothing more. She wasn’t even wearing a robe. Her dark skin made the yellow underwear, gloves, and stockings pop out even more. She lounged on the couch, showing off as much of her body as she could. Flora looked for all the world like she was posing for Playboy, as she should. Her wild black hair was tied down tight at the top of her head, but free beyond the base of her neck.

It seemed to be making Chestnut uncomfortable. She kept her gaze rooted firmly on the ground, as if to avoid looking at her fellow pet’s sexy outfit.

“So…” Chestnut eventually said in barely more than a whisper, “I haven’t asked anyone this, and if you don’t want to answer, that’s fine, but…”

“What’s my real name?”

Bianca’s eyes narrowed.

“No!” Chestnut exclaimed, likely unaware of the punishment she had just spared herself and Flora. “Copper was really clear on how much she—uh, that is, Miss Bianca—won’t let us use our real names. And how she’s…” her gaze wandered around the room, “…listening.”

“And watching,” Flora continued. “Not always. She’s a busy woman. Can’t pay attention to us all the time. But you never know when she is listening. Or when she goes rewinds to a point earlier in the day, so it’s better not to take any risks.”

“Right. I got that,” Chestnut nodded and bit her lip. It was cute. “But what I wanted to ask was… how did you get here? I mean, you were kidnapped, obviously. But how did—” she took a deep breath, “—Miss Bianca find you?”

Flora took a moment to respond. “I’m a botanist. I was working in the private sector for a research company she owned. Or was owned by the corporation she owns. I don’t know. One day she and some other bigwigs stopped by to check on something we had been working on. That was when she saw me and decided she liked the look of me. A few weeks later I get let go for ‘budgetary reasons.’ And later that night I got jumped at home.” Flora paused and took deep breath.

“What about you?”

“I don’t know!” Was Chestnut’s quick reply. “I have no idea where she could have seen me! None! I was working HR at a dental practice, and not an expensive or exclusive practice. One day I was walking down the street and they grabbed me, dragged me into—"

A buzzing at her pocket pulled Bianca out of the moment. A look at her phone told her was a problem, something that required her fast attention. Bianca swore. It couldn’t have waited five more minutes?

Bianca looked back at the screen, scowling. She felt a sudden, burning desire to see some of her pets in bondage. Flipping back through the cameras, she found the dining room where Copper and Penny were still cleaning.

“Maids,” she spoke into her phone. The two slaves jumped. They were surprised to hear their owner’s voice over the room’s speakers so early in the morning. Their reaction was quick. They bowed wordlessly before standing at attention to await her instructions.

“Flora is in the recreational room. Bind her, tight. Then give her a thorough paddling. Make sure Chestnut remains in the room to watch. Afterwards, impress upon her the importance of varying her wardrobe selections, I don’t want to see her in a hoodie again without my explicit instructions.” A pause. Next, almost as an afterthought, she added. “Then find Starlight and bind her as well. No punishment past that, I just want her bound and gagged for the day. Get to it.”

“Yes, Miss Bianca,” they said in unison, with only a faint bit of hesitation in Penny’s voice. The sweet thing didn’t have a mean bone in her body. She followed Copper out of the room to follow their orders.

As much as she wished she could watch, Bianca had to get back to work. One quick tap at her phone turned the feeds off on the screen, untinted the window, and unlocked the door.

Ninety minutes later, the miniature crisis had ended and Bianca found a chance to check in on her pets again when she was alone in her office. She was pleased to see her instructions had been followed to the letter. Apart from Sky, who was still lounging in private, each of her slaves stood in the dungeon. The room where most of the bondage equipment was kept.

Flora had been draped over a spanking bench, her red bottom sticking nicely in the air. Her yellow lingerie was in place, making it easier to see where her dark skin turned red in contrast. The maids had no doubt pulled her panties down to administer the paddling. The yellow ballgag the maids had stuck in her mouth was only a shade separate from the lingerie.

Starlight had been hogtied in her exercise clothes. Her shoes had been removed, along with her top. It revealed the black sports bra she had on underneath, matched to the black ballgag in her mouth. To Bianca’s surprise, Copper and Penny were huddled over the blonde, with Chestnut kneeling next to her. It seemed the maids were showing Chestnut how to property apply rope bondage. Bianca allowed herself a wide smile at the sight. She was pleased to see her slaves training another.  

It was unfortunate that Chestnut hadn’t shed that sweatshirt.

Lips pursed; Bianca activated the speakers.

“Chestnut.”

The brunette jumped in place, eyes whipping around in terror. Each of her fellow slaves’ eyes remained wide, save for Starlight’s. The blonde looked pleased someone else was getting attention. “Y-yes, Miss Bianca?”

Bianca’s order was simple.

“Strip.”

The woman blanched. “I, uh…” she trailed off, searching for support from the maids. There was none. Penny and Copper kept their heads bowed. Chestnut next found Flora, who nodded at her. It seemed to grant her some strength. The brunette took a deep breath and began to unzip the sweatshirt.

“I want you naked for the rest of the day,” Bianca continued. “For hesitating, you get thirty spanks. For failing to redress as instructed, you will be bound as Starlight is. Penny. Copper. For failing to pass along Chestnut’s orders, you will give each other forty spanks. Get to it.”

Bianca had to put away the phone, unable to watch her pets react or see the scene play out just then. A department head was on his way in, and Bianca couldn’t afford not to pay attention to him.  

She would watch the show later.