Worm 12 Charlie Has a Problem

Charlie and Master left the apartment building in silence. Once in Master's car, Charlie looked at Master.

"Now what?"

"What?"

"Master, you recruited me to dominate five women and as of this afternoon, all five are dominated. All are under my control plus the men they either are married to or live with. What are your plans for them?"

"I have no plans for them. They're your slaves, Charlie."

Charlene 'Charlie' Davies flopped her head back as she rolled her eyes at Master. He was still a stranger to her, for she knew nothing about him other than his having her dominate strangers for his purpose. She wasn't even a dominatrix; she was a barista who was barely living paycheck to paycheck. He promised her life would improve if she did as he asked, and he was right. Her life was vastly improved.

"I didn't want them, you did." Charlie countered.

Why he picked her, she had no idea, nor why she agreed to this scheme with a man she knew nothing about, even months later. Didn't know his name, where he lived or worked, just his phone number while she seemed to have no secrets from him. Apparently, she had that in common with the five women she was to dominate and abuse for everything he told her about them was true. They even fell into submission to her far quicker than she ever expected and far deeper. Mistress was now the center of their lives whether they lived locally or in other cities or states.

Charlie had no idea Master was a mind controller, would have laughed if he told her as such things didn't exist. That he might be good at reading people she could comprehend but not much more for she read people well in her line of work.

Master had a girl he cared deeply about, rare for him as he usually used others and left them, but Maureen was different.

Maureen was also abused and bullied in school by a group calling them the Sadistic Six, six girls who loved to torment others. After school they continued to do such even if they were doing it separately for, they knew of no other life. Maureen didn't know much about life, having lost confidence and self-esteem from all the bullying.

Master worked on her gently, giving her more confidence, more self-esteem, more desire to improve herself. Then one of the girls moved back to town, humiliating and degrading Maureen in a restaurant for fun. Master paid the tab, found Maureen at the bus stop crying her eyes out, knowing her date was done and he'd never see her again after that scene. Instead, he took her home, got her cleaned up and put her to bed, holding her hand until she slept.

Having always used his gift to help him to what he wanted, such as the nice house, the servants, the cars, the money, and luxury items, it was a first for him to want to help Maureen who was back to as bad as she was when he first met her.

Getting coffee one morning, he watched as a man caused a scene in the coffee shop, watched as the barista helping someone else spoke up, watched as the man causing the scene was soon so turned around, he only took his order when it was done and left quietly. Thinking she was also gifted, he was amused to find she wasn't, she was just very good at verbal jabs, thinking on her feet, and needing a better future.

She also had a cock instead of a pussy between her legs which surprised him. She was the all-American girl next door, a smile that lit up her face, her moves all feminine. He read her mind to find she was born with the cock and after a life of trying to avoid anyone knowing, she was settled in being on her own for her life.

Using his gift, she was compelled to have lunch with him, talking about what he wanted, agreeing to help him, even as any questions he didn't like were removed from her mind, her mind accepting it was fine to not ask them.

It was a good team, Master to the side running the mind control, Mistress Charlie dominating, the image the current harem of slaves worshipped. Master allowed her to do as she wanted, amused at some of her ideas, all he had to do was make the slave respond with desire to have more abuse, to find it really wanted to adore and worship this adorable Mistress, to obey her in all things, to hand its life over to Mistress for total control.

Thus, the question, of what now? After all, all five remaining members of the bullying club were adoring Mistress, desiring to please Mistress in any way that Mistress desired. There was nothing left to do, as far as Charlie was concerned. She just didn't know if she was going to remain in the nice house, with the nice car, with any of the slaves adoring her, plus access to their funds for her usage, or if Master was done and she'd be back into an infested crap studio apartment.

"Charlie, did you think I was going to cut you loose? Forget it, they all belong to you, even the ones wishing you'd allow to move closer. You just need a larger house."

Charlie left the car to walk to her own car in the park's lot. She called bitch, her first slave who answered immediately, bitch wearing the see-through maid outfit as it dusted a bookshelf. Charlie could see on the video that bitch wore its favorite red dog collar and the chastity belt under the filmy dress with the short white apron.

"Wh -what else is home?"

Charlie almost smiled at her last-minute change of who to what. The slaves were all what's or it's, never a gender pronoun and they loved it, only referring to itself as that same neutral pronoun. Slaves were objects to be owned and used by Mistress, the only reason a slave was happy and content. Or such were their mind sets.

"Mistress, this slave bitch, and farts. Farts is still at the worktable."

Bitch was a bully named Linda and farts as her friend Julie. Neither responded to the real names within the house, only if at work. Linda was a recent graduate of law school, getting her degree and eager to work for a high-power law firm. Then she became bitch and now worked doing legal work for a non-profit, assisting those Linda used to sneer at. At least, to its mind, it was able to wear its dog collar and slave bracelet without a lot of questions, so it all evened out to the slave.

Charlie watched the video as bitch hurried to the garage to see farts still stretched out, ankles and wrists tied to the ends of the worktable. A bondage hood was on its head, the mouth available, but eyes and ears covered. Farts was Julie, with a business degree and a decent job. Then it came to visit Linda and her husband Ronnie, got pissed at how they acted and soon was in bondage rather than able to attack Mistress. Turned out, bondage was farts favorite pastime, getting it as a reward by the woman farts now worshipped in anyway desired by Mistress. Such as now.

"Get the blue vibrator and shove it up its ass. Set the timer for three."

"Yes, Mistress."

Bitch dabbed a bit of Vaseline to the point of the vibrator and shoved, farts letting loose with a loud grunt at the sudden, unexpected invasion of its ass. Charlie watched as bitch set the remote to three, a preset sequence where the dildo would vibrate on low for a minute, go medium for thirty seconds, and shut off for a minute. Then it would repeat three times before going from low to high for a minute before shutting off for two minutes. By the time Mistress got home, farts would have a puddle on the garage floor to lick clean, would, based on experience, adore doing so.

Charlie hung up as she got into her car.

Deviant sat in the meeting, wishing it would end soon as he really wanted to play with his dick, his slave dick, for it was owned by Mistress as was everything else deviant formally owned. The slave signed a slave contract, offering Mistress all it had, including its own body, all to be used as Mistress desired. That he had no idea his wife did the same wasn't on his mind, separating from her would be a given if she didn't want to move back so he could serve Mistress.

He thought back to when he discovered Ronnie, husband of his wife's friend, served Mistress as a cum slut. He was shocked, disgusted, and anxious to try this out for himself. He left an hour later, devoted to Mistress, sucking on her cock, tasting her beautiful cum, wanting more. That she allowed him to visit just before they had to leave for home sealed the deal, nothing was more important to him than pleasing Mistress.

Living four hours away and in a house with a wife who didn't suspect he was an owned slave had its drawbacks. Right now, in the meeting, he was wearing depends under his pants. The more he thought of ways to serve Mistress, the more aroused he got, the more aroused, the more he dripped. His underwear was usually a soggy mess by the time he got out of work, tugging downward with each step. The adult diapers helped in absorbing the moisture with the drawback that his dick was moist most of the time, again having him think of why, the circle going around again.

He finally got out of the meeting to find a text from Mistress, telling him to shave his balls again and send proof. Damn, he had two hours before he could leave work. He removed a portable shaver from his desk, leaving his office to wander around, seeking a quiet place to shave.

It finally found some storage rooms, discovering one where it could hide behind shelves full of supplies. Setting its phone on a shelf, it set it on video before dropping the pants, lowered the depends, and turned on the shaver, hoping the cardboard around the room toned down the volume of the shaver as it ran the head around its balls.

Deviant dripped more, having to pull the diapers up several times to wipe the drips away before finishing the assignment. Thankful no one needed supplies from here, it took pictures to go with the video, sending all to Mistress, happy it did so within an hour of receiving her command. Dressed, it took a few deep breaths as the arousal was high, before leaving. Maybe, just hopefully, its Owner might allow it to edge a bit, perhaps allow a small orgasm, just to get settled a bit. Or not. It may very well have to play with its balls on the way home. Wouldn't be the first time, slave looking forward to being ordered to do that. It was lovely to feel the swollen balls bounce around these eager slave fingers.

Pussy also wore depends, aware its husband didn't know where she hid them, for it would remove them from under its skirt while in the garage, hide them in a box, donning thong underwear in case he was frisky. It was possible, for he would suddenly show great excitement at making out, teasing her, and most of the time, giving her oral which he never did before. That he was only following commands never occurred to it for pussy had no idea he was one of Mistress's slaves along with pussy.

When they visited Linda and Ronnie, pussy kept running into a rude woman who needed to be taken down a peg or two. Instead, the woman dominated her, calling her a slave pussy, making her get aroused at the verbal abuse. When offered the chance for all out domination, pussy broke off the shopping time with Linda who would never understand and went to be humiliated beyond her imagination. That Mistress also came to her house at night, dominating her in the back yard while her family slept inside, only made it more urgent to submit to this girl next door who controlled her.

She had two amazing orgasms, mind blowing and addicting, pussy happy to submit, to announce it wanted more, desired nothing more than Mistress owning this pussy slave for Mistress's own whim and pleasure. Since returning home it had to follow commands yet hide them from pussy's vanilla husband.

She got out of work early, going home, pinching, and pulling her nipples as she drove one handed, in full view of the few drivers who looked at her behind the wheel. She made the pulling no secret as per Mistress's condition, pussy abusing itself for all to see as it drove home to fill a command.

At home, thankful she was home before her husband, pussy ran to the bedroom, stripping off its clothes, dropping the depends on the floor, opening a drawer to remove what it needed before setting the phone to record itself abusing itself more.

Grabbing a long dildo, pussy shoved it into its pussy, a squishing noise loud in the room as it shoved it in and out twice before bending over to ram into its ass. Making sure the act was caught in the reflection of the mirror, it grabbed a vibrator, using it against the clit and pussy lips only. Its face was one of desperation, of desire to cum, of working madly to obey the prime command of no cumming without permission. This is what this exercise as about - obeying Mistress regardless of what slave pussy wanted or needed. With one hand fucking its ass with a dildo and the other hand teasing its slave cunt, pussy looked at the phone recording the action.

"Mistress, thank you, Mistress, for allowing this demented slave pussy to show its obedience, its devotion to you, Mistress. Slave pussy will do the five minutes and refrain from cumming, Mistress. Please, Mistress, thank you for allowing this slave pussy to show its ability to obey what pleases Mistress."

The voice shook, the thoughts became less coherent as the slave tried to show its obedience of edging itself without cumming, the ass filling dildo speeding quickly in and out, the vibrator pressing against the highly sensitive clit and lips, mainly for the shaking hand made it miss a few times. But never, as per instructions, did it enter the pussy itself.

Five minutes were up, the slave wide eyed, breathing deeply, body flushed, nipples extended, the slave stopped to lick the vibrator clean. Turning it off, it set it down to stop the ass fucking, to suck the dildo clean, all with eagerness to show devotion. Anyone watching would be sure the slave lived for these times, as indeed, slave pussy was pretty sure it was loving this more and more.

The phone was turned off, the video sent to Mistress. Then slave got dressed again, going to the kitchen to remove an ice pack from the freezer to go into the diapers. Instantly the cold set its body to getting needier, yet it knew that was initial, the reaction would be what slave needed, a cooling down.

None too soon, for she heard the garage door. With a moan, the ice pack went back into the freezer as the slave moved to the bedroom to remove the diapers and hide them under the bed. By the time Johan got through the door, his wife looked tired after a long day of work, the panty line just barely visible under the skirt.

The final two women of the bullying club left only three days ago, headed for their six-hour trip to where they lived together in another state. They came to see why their friends seemed so happy when they only wanted to leave this place and, well, they were usually very aggressive but now Linda and Julie were both happy, smiling, seeming content. That was out of character for them, so the two came to do some spy work. Karen and Margot arrived thinking it was going to be easy.

Except Master was fully aware somehow of their plans, the women doing the spying only for the police to respond to calls. Neither had a good reason for why they had binoculars and cameras on a street where bird watching was absurd. Their attitude was rude even before they were cuffed, the car impounded, and taken away. Charlie thought it was the end.

They paid the fines, got the car out of the impound and back the next day. The same officers arrived with the same complaint. This time they left, mainly because it was too expensive to pay the fines and fees twice.

Taking time out to relax, the two women went to a club that night to party, one to go to the ladies' room to be forced into being accepting being dominated. By the time Margot had an amazing orgasm, she couldn't wait to serve the adorable woman again even as Karen was busy humping a man who was a good dancer.

The next morning Margot had a text from Mistress asking how her slave felt after being dominated, Margot begging for another experience while Karen had a unsatisfactory night with the dancer who danced better than he did sex. While Margot was again dominated by Mistress, Karen was leaving a restaurant, pissed the man had stolen and used her credit card to buy the meal.

Karen needed a ride from the restaurant, Margot ignoring the calls and texts as she crawled for Mistress. Mistress finally texted the address to Karen who arrived to find her friend serving and loving it. Amazed at the body shaking orgasm Margot had as a slave, Karen wanted to experience it as well.

As expected, the two slaves were eager to show obedience, dressing as Mistress directed, doing things as directed, proving obedience to be allowed to serve Mistress even if not given permission to cum was a reward. They were obedient to Mistress, that was itself a reward. Both minds accepted that readily.

They were also seeking permission to move back to serve Mistress face to face. Again, she set out criteria for them to fill before she'd even consider the option. They were desperately attempting to fill each one as soon as possible.

Charlie got home, the garage door going up as she pulled into the driveway, parking so farts slave was in front of the car. Charlie got out, picking up a dildo from the table, the same one she peed in before leaving this morning, the pee now warm as Mistress inserted the tip at farts lips, the mouth eagerly seeking to suck at whatever was being offered by whoever was nearby.

Not for the first time, Charlie marveled at the suction farts created, almost drawing the dildo out of her hand with the strength. While in bondage, farts had also sucked Mistress's cock even if it had no idea whose cock was in its mouth, but Mistress found she enjoyed having the mouth sucking so hard, her cock was almost pulled off her body. It never took her long to cum, farts taking the cum down, never losing a drop even if it couldn't see what was in front of it. It also took the piss down without any sign of hesitation, although the only piss Mistress allowed was her own. Too much and farts would get ill, not what Mistress wanted from the slave who originally wanted her arrested and jailed for being Mistress.

The dildo empty, Mistress brought it inside, setting it on the kitchen counter as steps were heard, bitch arriving at the doorway, curtsying deeply as usual while the slave was in its maid outfit.

"Farts will have to be stopped in five minutes before it goes over the edge without permission."

"Yes, Mistress."

Charlie walked past the slave, going to her favorite chair, one so well constructed she almost slept in it. She removed her phone, looking up some real estate ads before looking at what it took to start a business.

Master was right, the slaves living elsewhere would soon meet the criteria she set and move here. All in one house so she needed something larger than the three bedrooms, two bath owned by bitch and cum slut, the place where Mistress now lived. She got up, retrieved her laptop, and went over the financing of her slaves, working out she could afford five bedrooms, four bath house almost with cash if she cleaned out all their current accounts.

Then again, part of the criteria was they had to be employed. At this point, only farts didn't have a job, Mistress still not sure what she wanted to do with that one. Julie had a business degree, had a great job only to screw it up and lose it by threating a partner with sexual harassment even if no one else thought the congratulatory hug was even close to meeting that concept.

Having her get another job would be difficult since it only took one remark about how good she was but how she would make threats if anyone up the ladder did anything she didn't like. It wasn't the first time she threatened to sue for things just to have someone not work her as hard as she could be. Charlie needed her to find work where they wouldn't do a background check, which was not easy in these times.