Karen Barnes still had no thought about her best friend Margot Seine, the one missing since last night while Karen did her dancing. There was a coded text this morning, Karen now aware Margot was fine, and she returned a coded text to let her know she was fine as well. Twelve hours had passed since she had last seen her friend enter the ladies' room before Karen started dancing again.
The dancing was amazing, the man a fabulous dancer, Karen having the time of her dancing life, finding someone who could dance so compatible with her being a rare thing. The sex afterwards as a bit of a downer, being unsatisfactory both times they did the act. This morning they went to breakfast only for Karen to discover he had taken her credit card and charged the meal to her. Plus, when she complained, he drove away,, leaving her to walk to wherever she was going.
Karen called Margot to come get her, having to leave a voice mail. What the hell was Margot doing, she couldn't take a simple phone call? Karen paced a bit, before walking in the direction of the hotel they were staying at. Maybe some person who knew her would stop to give her a ride.
Anyone who saw Karen would drive away rather than offer her a ride. Karen and Margot were part of the Sadistic Six, as they called themselves, bullies in high school who terrorized not only fellow students, but a few teachers as well.
Their favorite target was named worm, a slender girl who was made to crawl naked across the locker room floor as they yanked her hair to make her crawl while crying from the pain. No one stopped them, all afraid they'd have to take worm's place as the girl had her hands tied behind her with a bra, having to crawl like a worm across the wet and dirty floor, thanking them afterwards before a belt was used as well. Worm was often made to oink as she was forced to crawl, or they'd take into the hallway where everyone could see and hear her being tormented.
One of the Six messed with a girl who had a sister who messed back, the death never solved. The other four were all eager to move back to the place they couldn't flee from fast enough and all were happy with returning here.
That was why Karen and Margot were back visiting, to discover this strange concept of their friends being happy like this. They were always angry, always looking out for weakness and exploitation. Now, they didn't seem to do so, happy to be just alive and busy. Karen just didn't know they were too busy being obedient and serving Mistress.
Karen wished she knew where Margot was instead of ignoring Karen's texts.
Margot was currently in an apartment, wrists cuffed to a slave collar around its neck, its tongue eagerly lapping at the bottoms of Mistress's used shoes, Mistress tapping with a crop to keep Margot focused. Margot needed the reminders, its mind mushy with obedience, its body so leaking with arousal, it had to stuff its blouse into its twat to avoid leaving puddles around the apartment.
Margot entered the ladies' room an aggressive, experienced dominatrix and left half an hour later a sexual slave, eager to be trained to serve and obey Mistress. Good girl slave had no idea of her best friend Karen, only intent on making sure its tongue got all the dirt off the soles as the slave was allowed to peek up those sexy legs to the adorable and wonderful Mistress before it.
Right now, Karen was the only one on of the five still standing free. Karen who just sent a text, asking where the hell was Margot since Karen needed a ride.. Another text, Karen getting miffed her best friend was ignoring her and her quickly dying phone.
Charlie had slave stick its nose to the floor before Mistress stood up, walking to another room. She saw Master looking over the screens, making sure the cameras were getting the correct angles as he looked up at her.
"Again, you complain, again you did better than expected. You're raising that bar pretty high, Charlie."
Charlie always complained about these assignments, Master never seemed to care since he knew Charlie would do them. Charlie simply assumed she did so as they were interesting, she had no idea Master planted that suggestion in her head. As to the extent Master was part of the plan, Charlie never knew either, for she simply thought her ideas were workable based on how quickly the women fell into submission.
Master knew most of the ideas were actually Charlie's, for he simply helped her along as needed. He thought of the day he entered the coffee shop for a cup as he worked on how to make these five women regret what they did to his girlfriend, making her timid, crapping on her confidence. It was bad enough she took a mediocre job to remain out of sight when she was so talented, but when they were on a date, Master saw one of the women in the restaurant stood up, greeted Maureen by her bullied name of worm, and dumped food onto Maureen's outfit before smearing food on her face. She insisted on a thank you, worm finally doing so before fleeing the restaurant.
Master calmed his date down, but instead of sending impulses to destroy the bully, he wanted to see them crawl, crawl like they had Maureen crawl, destroying the young woman's emotions and mind.
A man came in the coffee shop as Master was getting coffee, making comments about the service and such, Master looking over at him. The man was upset he was inside and yet no one had taken his order, the man hoping for a discount to go away. Instead a barista met him word for word, the man soon paying for his coffee, slinking out without any bluster.
Master read her mind, discovering she wasn't of a special ability, just someone who could verbally hold her own in a battle of wits. Someone who was creative and not scared to make a fool like that customer be proven to be a fool.
The barista was attractive in a wholesome way, a nice smile, her eyes full of mischief as she helped another customer. Her body was sleek, what he could tell of her legs showing under the apron covered shorts were nicely toned.
Master read her mind, discovering she wanted many things in life, but was living on a small paycheck and tips. Her studio apartment was shared with bugs she couldn't get rid of, her car was given to her by a friend who moved away, the car meant for the junk pile. Charlene Davies was working from a manual from the library trying to get it fixed to the point she could drive to work when winter hit.
Charlene, AKA Charlie, was a problem solver, one who took on odds if it meant getting what she wanted. Right now, she needed a better income, yet every job she applied for that paid better went to someone else. She was a bit frustrated.
She was also a bit different.
She looked wholesome, looked like someone you'd be happy to show off to mom and dad, to be seen in public while in a social setting. Charlie had a secret; she had a woman's body in every way except one. Instead of a pussy between her legs, she had a cock. A workable cock and balls that caused her complete embarrassment and being bullied growing up. She knew what it was like to be bullied and she more than once used her fists, although finding her verbal retorts usually gave her enough space to escape.
Master nodded as he watched her work. He had the perfect foil to dominate the five bullies, to make them do their own crawling and begging. He asked her to lunch, she accepted, to this day not knowing why she went with Master, a complete stranger with a weird name, and by the time she went back to work she was already thinking of a plan to take down the first one, the one from the restaurant.
It had worked for them both, Master having recordings of them all falling, of them begging for more abuse, more humiliation. Charlie lived in a nice house, had a nice car, and access to money. She was already taking time to do some of her own interests, a thing she didn't think would be possible before Master entered her life.
"I have no idea what to do with it now. Slave has polished my shoes to the point I can almost see my reflection in the soles, let alone the leather. Her friend is getting a bit pissed as well, so discovering her best friend is a willing slave won't help her day."
"How would you like to dominate Karen and call it a day?"
"You have my undivided attention. How does that happen?"
"She's ticked her night and morning hasn't gone well. She's ticked the spying on her friends hasn't worked out like she planned. She's ticked she's still dressed in last night's clubbing clothes and the shoes are not made for walking on sidewalks. Here is closer than the hotel. Text her to come by."
"Seeing her best friend naked and willing to be abused won't improve her morning attitude. If she attacks, it won't be me going to the ER."
Master was pretty sure Charlie was right. Karen was used to intimidation and having her friends around to outnumber the victim. Charlie didn't cower to intimidation and one-on-one, Karen didn't have a chance against someone with Charlie's fighting ability. He was pretty sure with her mind, Charlie would win any verbal war.
Still the text was sent, giving Karen the address, the woman on the sidewalk finally having a place to go, fuming she wasn't being picked up like normal.
Karen looked around, realizing the brownish building on the next street was her destination. By the time she walked there, her phone was dead, her feet were tired, and she was ready to slap Margot for not being the friend she should be to Karen. Taking the elevator to the fourth floor, Karen finally knocked on the apartment door.