Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, dubious consent, F/f, lesdom, bondage, bondage slavery, slave harem, human furniture, Bianca’s Penthouse
Penny stepped out of the master bedroom and started walking, unsure of what direction she was even taking. Miss Bianca’s words rang in her ears. Penny was to be in charge of her fellow captives for the rest of the day. She was to bind them, and dress them, and, and… dominate them like Bianca did. Own them.
Bianca had given Penny three rules to follow. Penny had to repeat each one back to her, multiple times, until her owner was satisfied that she understood. Penny appreciated it. She was still caught off guard by what was being asked of her. None of Bianca’s pets were strangers to handling the others at Bianca’s instruction, but this was a new level.
First, she had to tie up each of her targets—Sky, Flora, and Copper—in a unique way. Only those three. Chestnut was to remain a maid and Ruby a dog.
Second, Penny was to begin dominating another slave the moment she laid eyes on them. No waiting, no hiding away. She was to look for each of the others and “handle” them as soon as she encountered them.
Third, and perhaps most important, Penny was not to apologize to the others for any reason. She was in charge, and that was that.
How was she supposed to do any of that?
Penny enjoyed seeing her Mistress bind and dominate the other women who lived here, yes, but she’d never imagined herself in Bianca’s place! Even Penny’s desires for Sachiko had nothing to do with personally meeting her former friend! What was Penny going to do? What if the others wondered why Bianca was ordering that Penny of all people be in charge of them and became suspicious of her? They were intelligent people, especially Flora. Would she or any of the others be able to figure out what Penny had requested of their kidnapper?
Unfortunately, she didn’t have much time to figure any of it out. At that very moment Flora herself rounded the very corner Penny was about to. The two very nearly collided, but Flora’s mind was not as distracted as Penny’s and she swerved out of the way.
“Whoa! You alright there Penny? Where are you going?”
“Yes Flora, I am fine. I apologize for not looking where I was going, I just…” Penny trailed off as she took in Flora’s outfit.
The tall dark-skinned woman was wearing a two piece set of exercise clothes. The fuzzily textured, gray colored sports bra and pants were deliciously tight on her body. Flora’s long curly hair was tied back in a ponytail and pressed flat against her head, wild beyond the hair tie. On her feet were a pair of running shoes. It was not unusual to see such an outfit around the penthouse. All of Miss Bianca’s pets were obligated to follow a weekly exercise plan. Penny herself had fulfilled that obligation for the week and was on her rest day.
It was still an arresting sight. And it did not help that Penny’s face had come within a hair’s breadth of smacking right into Flora’s bosom.
Shaking her head clear of certain thoughts, Penny looked up to actually speak to Flora and saw pure concern in Flora’s gaze. That wasn’t unusual either. Flora always did her best to seem stoic and dignified in Mistress Bianca’s presence. Others might try to seem small when Bianca was looking for a toy, but Flora held her head up high and never wavered.
It was when Bianca wasn’t around that Flora showed her more caring side. A self-appointed protector, the former botanist would go out of her way to check on the others. Flora was frequently the first to offer comfort to a newly arrived woman as she adjusted to her new life.
There were times when Penny appreciated Flora’s presence. But here? Now? Penny found herself irritated by the concerned look on Flora’s face.
“I have orders,” Penny said. Her voice was not authoritative. It came out too soft, and wavered in a way that Bianca’s never would. Starlight’s voice would not have wavered either, or even Flora’s, if Penny could imagine Flora saying the things Penny was about to.
A look of unsurprised understanding crossed Flora’s features. “Orders, huh? What do you need?”
So accepting. So kind and self-sacrificing. Flora would not be as defiant to Penny as she often was to Bianca. She pitied Penny, and would make this as easy as possible for her.
Penny grew more irritated.
“Get on your hands and knees, then follow me,” Penny ordered without fully understanding why. The words simply came to her. Before she could pause and question herself, or before Flora could ask any questions of her own, she began walking.
Flora followed her. Everyone in the penthouse learned to be obedient, whether they liked it or not. Bianca’s words were law even when they did not come from her mouth. Penny could hear the taller woman’s motions and breaths, the scuffling noises of her hands and knees on the floor, as she scuttled down the hallway after her.
It then struck Penny that she could have told Flora where to go and followed her instead. That way she would have been able to enjoy the sight of Flora’s rump pushed into the air as she crawled. Tight exercise pants always did wonderful things to showcase a good rear end, especially one as full as Flora’s.
Or would that have been a hint? Flora might have noticed Penny’s enjoyment as she stared and guessed things Penny did not want her to guess.
Guilt suddenly welled up inside Penny. Flora’s form of condescension was not like Sachiko’s. She did not order people around like Sachiko did, or dismiss their opinions when they did not suit her. Quite the opposite, actually. Flora was an excellent listener. These thoughts gave Penny an abrupt desire to apologize to the woman crawling behind her, even though she knew she could not. The third rule was that Penny was not allowed to apologize.
Penny was impressed by her owner’s foresight.
Sooner than she expected, Penny found herself stepping into her own bedroom. She hadn’t been heading towards a concrete destination, it was simply where her feet had taken her. And a moment later, Flora followed her in.
“Alright Penny, what’s going on? What are her orders?” Flora was panting lightly. Crawling was more of an effort than walking, and Penny had not been walking as slowly as she could have.
Penny was already at her bedside dresser, opening the drawers and pulling out coils of rope she might need. She still wasn’t entirely sure what she was about to do, even now it felt to Penny like she was on autopilot. “Miss Bianca wants a show. She is watching.”
“Of course she is,” Flora muttered. Loud enough for Penny to hear but—maybe—quiet enough for the microphones to miss. Then she spoke again, louder this time. “I’m sorry Penny.”
Penny froze. She was glad that she was still bent over her dresser. Her face was hidden. Flora could not see the flash of anger that overtook her face. Flora meant well, Penny knew that. She forced herself to remember it. Flora was only trying to show sympathy. Her well-meaning pity was not Sachiko’s thoughtless arrogance, even if they did not feel different on the receiving.
“I think I am supposed to say that to you.” Penny grabbed the lengths of rope she wanted and stood, turning to find Flora on her feet. Her arms were crossed and her eyes were darting around the room, looking for the spots she either suspected or knew were hiding cameras.
“I… did not say you could stand.”
Flora’s attention snapped back to Penny. She blinked in surprise, and several seconds passed before reason asserted itself and she went back to her knees, her hands crossed above her lap in a way that reminded Penny of the classic image of a samurai’s wife. “Yeah, I guess you didn’t. I assume that’s part of the orders?”
“Yes,” Penny answered. It wasn’t a lie. Miss Bianca had not specifically commanded it, but she did expect Penny to be in charge. No one would doubt it was Bianca who wanted something if Penny did not admit otherwise. “Come over here, on all fours. Hold your back straight, I–I need to sit down.”
Flora snorted, but otherwise did not protest as she obeyed. She crawled over to the space beside the bed Penny was pointing to, next to where Penny had laid down the piles of rope she took from the dresser, and did exactly as she was told. She even brushed her ponytail off her back and let it hang over her shoulder so it wouldn’t get in Penny’s way.
Penny took a moment to admire Flora from above. She admired the way Flora’s sides gently curved into her hips, how her rear end was so tautly framed by the material of the textured gray pants, and the sight of her sports bra hugging her upper back. Bianca was right to order her pets to keep themselves in such deliciously good shape.
Then, without hesitation, Penny sat herself down on Flora’s back facing the bed. Flora grunted with sudden effort. Penny was a small woman, enough that Flora could handle the weight easily enough. But she hadn’t quite been ready for Penny to plop herself down like that.
“Maybe take it a bit more slowly next time,” Flora’s voice was mildly strained. Only mildly. She could handle it and they both knew it.
“I will remember,” Penny promised. Privately, she wasn’t sure if she meant she would be more careful next time or that she wouldn’t forget Flora’s presumption to instruct rather than ask her to be more slow.
“Thanks,” Flora said. To Penny, her voice was distant. A tiny piece of background noise overwhelmed by the rushing of blood in Penny’s ears as the reality of the situation hit the Japanese woman.
She was sitting on another woman. Using her as a chair. It was not an especially comfortable chair, but adrenaline and arousal were whirling within Penny. She was intensely aware of every tiny motion of Flora’s body beneath her. Whenever Penny’s seat twitched under her weight, grunted with effort, or adjusted its position on the carpeted floor, Penny felt it. Inside her mind Penny was squealing with delight, all thoughts of guilt or embarrassment fleeing in the face of how much she was enjoying this.
Outwardly, Penny allowed none of her thoughts to show. She kept her face still. Her posture was prim and proper. Back straight, stocking clad legs and white heels held together. She was shaking a little, because that was impossible to stop.
Bianca didn’t do this. Penny could not recall a single time she had ever seen her owner use one of her pets like a chair. A footrest, perhaps, on rare occasions. But while Penny could imagine the sight of her Mistress resting upon someone’s back, she didn’t remember it. Because Bianca did not do this.
A thought slammed into Penny with the force of a train. Bianca couldn’t do this. At least not as easily as Penny could. Her owner was quite a bit taller than her. Bianca was a thin woman, but in shape too. So was Penny, but Penny was a smaller woman. Petite was the English word for it. If Bianca had any interest in using her pets as furniture, she would not be able to do it as easily as Penny could.
Penny bit down a giggle, but couldn’t stop herself from smiling. The very idea that she was doing something that her Mistress could not was a powerful one. It filled her with a heady confidence that made it easier to relax. Penny felt tension leave her shoulders. She leaned a little backwards, and rested her hands at the center of Flora’s shoulder blades and the edge of her rear.
“Ugh,” Flora grunted at Penny’s shift in position. “How long do we need to stay like this?”
“Not long,” Penny promised. It wouldn’t take her much time to sort out the rope she wanted to use. In truth, she would already be done if she were not enjoying herself.
“Great,” Flora answered. Her voice was strained, but not unduly so. She could probably keep this up for some time. “Well, don’t hesitate to feel around if you’re up there. We don’t want Mistress to miss out on her ‘show,’ do we?”
Penny spanked her.
“Ah! I was thinking more that you could get yourself a good feel. But yeah, she’ll probably like that more.”
Penny gave her ass another smack, on the other cheek this time, before grasping hold of it with more aggression than was needed.
Flora was being kind again. Offering tips and advice on how to make the show for Bianca sexier. She was thinking that Penny might get in trouble if she didn’t do a good enough job, and that she could help her do better. She was looking down on Penny even though she was as literally beneath her as it was possible to be.
Penny abandoned her groping to smack Flora’s ass a few more times, then refocused her attention onto the ropes in front of her. She leaned forward, still able to enjoy the little shifts of Flora’s body underneath her own. It didn’t take her long to untangle the mass of ropes and lay them all out as she felt she would need them.
Satisfied, Penny stood and stepped away from her seat. Flora let out a relieved breath as Penny’s weight was lifted off of her. She might be petite, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a struggle for someone to hold her up for long. Even someone as fit as Flora.
“Now,” Penny spoke when Flora’s breathing normalized. “I am going to hogtie you. And then… and then… you will make your way to your room and wait for me.”
Flora frowned and turned her head–only her head–in Penny’s direction. “While I’m still hogtied? Penny, my room’s on the other side of the building.”
It was, wasn’t it? Penny hadn’t realized that. There was no dedicated residential wing. Bedrooms were placed on all sides of the building. Flora would have to awkwardly maneuver herself all the way there, wriggling on the ground in humiliating fashion. Penny felt another flash of guilt and abruptly shoved it down. She forced herself to be still and aloof.
“I know,” Penny said. She only managed to keep her face stern for a few seconds before wincing and looking away. “And then, um… ano… it will be a show.”
Her resolve was crumpling! Where was all that annoyance she had been feeling only a minute ago? Miss Bianca was probably laughing at the spectacle in her room. Or was she disappointed? Penny wasn’t sure which possibility was more frightening.
After an achingly long moment, Flora just let out a sigh. Even on her hands and knees, she kept her dignity. “Yeah, I guess it will be a show, just like she wants. We should get on with it then.”
“I—ah—yes. We should. Please stand right here.”
And then, without saying anything else, Penny got on with it. She retrieved the first length of pristine white rope from its spot on her bed and returned to the space on the floor she had indicated to a now waiting Flora.
“Arms first—“ Flora grimaced, and Penny’s guilt poked into her “—or, legs first, I suppose. Please.” Penny cursed herself. Was saying please too much like an apology? She just knew Miss Bianca would be unhappy with the way she retracted her own orders.
But the fading of Flora’s grimace eased at Penny’s guilty feelings. And Flora was pitying herself more than Penny right then, so her irritation at the other woman faded a little bit too.
Penny started at Flora’s ankles, binding them together just above her athletic socks with neat rope work. It was a task made much easier by Flora’s lack of resistance. She simply switched from kneeling to sitting and gave Penny her feet. Starlight hadn’t truly resisted when Penny tied her earlier, but she had been tense because she clearly wanted to. With Flora it was much easier to make the ropes around her ankles nice and symmetrical, with every strand as tight as the next one. It was beautiful work.
“I still can’t believe how good we all get with this rope crap,” Flora said. Penny looked and saw glaring eyes fixed firmly on her bound ankles.
“Yes,” was all Penny could bring herself to say. All of Bianca’s pets got plenty of practice using rope on each other.
Next Penny tied Flora above the knees, moving a little faster this time, but still making sure the bindings were as perfect as she could make them. Focusing on tying the rope made it easy for Penny to avoid looking at the other woman’s face. And she loved how the rope looked on Flora’s tight gray workout pants. How it pressed down on the material and stood out in contrast from the color.
Unable to resist, and sure that Flora would tell her to do it anyway, Penny ran one hand up and down Flora’s thigh. Up to her hip, then down and back to the edge of her rear.
“It’s nothing you haven’t done before, Penny,” said Flora. Her kind eyes were giving Penny a knowing look. She still thought that everything Penny did was under duress, that Penny was averting her eyes out of embarrassment instead of shame. “Go ahead, don’t hold back.”
Penny blinked, and blushed. She averted her eyes and pulled her hand away from Flora’s leg. Everyone had caught her staring at them from time to time, or perhaps taking too much enjoyment from some of the intimate things Bianca made them do together. Flora wasn’t just trying to help Penny ‘put on a show’ for their owner, she was giving her permission to indulge in her attraction.
“Arms, please. Behind your back.” Penny internally winced at saying the word please again. It was not an apology, but it sounded like one in Penny’s ears.
Penny boxtied Flora’s rather than binding her hands at the wrists. It was a process Penny raced through as much as she could without sacrificing the quality and tautness of the rope around not only Flora’s arms, but her chest as well. In a few short minutes Flora’s forearms were bound tightly together, her upper arms attached firmly to her torso, and rope digging into her skin above and below her chest. Penny made the bondage tight, and Flora would have a difficult time moving herself to her own room.
Flora continued to be understanding, continued to be as helpful and nonresistant as possible. Without looking directly at her face Penny found her sense of irritation returning.
Next Penny tested the bondage she had given her accommodating peer. She pulled at each rope, making sure there was minimal give on any part of her body, from her chest to her ankles. Penny ended up spending more time testing the tension than she needed to, and felt her hands brush against the black woman’s breasts, legs, and rear more than was necessary.
Before long Flora let Penny move her to her stomach. Then she was letting her legs get pulled back to be tied to her arms. Penny made sure to bend Flora’s knees far, until she could have added a frogtie with ease.
“There’s no give,” Flora reported. “I’m sure ‘Mistress’ will enjoy the show just fine.”
Knowing that Flora was only trying to spare her feelings didn’t stop Penny from feeling another surge of anger. Nobody took Penny seriously. Not Flora and not Sachiko. They all saw a helpless little girl when they looked at her. Someone who they assumed ‘needed’ them. Penny didn’t want Flora to know the full details of her request to their owner, but she didn’t want to be pitied so thoroughly either!
If Flora wanted to help her put on a show, Penny would oblige her.
The unbound woman’s hands again found Flora’s body. Penny started where she left off, at Flora’s hips, and continued upwards to her rear. She took a minute to enjoy the real, full groping she had so far denied herself.
Thankfully, Flora did not speak again. Her eyes were closed, and she began leaning into Penny’s touch. She was interpreting the situation in the way Penny wished her to, thinking that Penny was only trying to fill Bianca’s orders instead of acting on her own initiative.
Penny felt at Flora’s legs, at her midsection, and then finally her hands traveled all the way up to her chest where she gave herself a good, strong handful. And through it all, Flora continued to react sensually and pretend that she was into it. Not for the sake of pleasing their owner, but for protecting Penny.
“We are not done,” Penny said, her voice cold. “I still have some rope left.”
“Oh yeah? What’s left? Are you going to tie my feet together? I’m not sure how much that would affect the way I move while I’m wearing these shoAAAAUGH!”
Penny had pulled the rope taut into Flora’s mouth, cleaving it as effectively as any piece of cloth.
“Whaaa aaau oooo ooonngg?” Flora demanded.
“Adding to the show,” Penny’s voice was truly cold now. She wrapped the loop of white rope around Flora’s head and into her mouth two more times before she knotted it, capturing some of her wild hair in the process, then further tied the whole ensemble to the top of Flora’s boxtie. It wouldn’t force her neck to remain in place, but it didn’t give her enough slack to move it freely.
But it was still a rope gag. Even as it dug into the skin there was a chance it would slip out.
“If those ropes are out of your mouth by the time I find you in your room, I will replace them with a particularly large ball gag.” Then she paused, taking a moment to get one more good grope of Flora’s breasts as another thought was occurring to her. “And if I reach your room before you do, I will give you a crotch rope for the rest of the day.”
Penny saw Flora’s eyes widen as she stood up. It was an affecting sight, those wide and terrified eyes just above the ropes that were pulled taut against her cheeks. Best of all was the way that gagged face was staring up at Penny. She now towered over the hogtied woman who was still dressed for exercise. Just as well. Flora would get plenty of exercise when she crawled.
The hogtied and rope-gagged Flora looked highly dismayed, and it only then occurred to Penny that she had never said anything about her orders including binding Sky and Copper. As far as Flora knew, this was a race she could not possibly win.
Penny considered informing Flora of the truth as stood and watched the hogtied woman wriggle on the ground. She was already on her side. Already squirming her way towards the door of Penny’s room.
Penny stepped over her on her way out. “I will see you later,” was all she said.
It wasn’t until she turned another corner and left Flora’s sight that Penny realized her voice had stopped wavering.