"fu.fu.fu.fu....ooo, aaaa!"
She woke up from the dream, her body soaked, her bed again soggy. She lay panting when she realized she wasn't alone. She opened her eyes to see her best friend come in, completely nude, to sit on the bed. As she started stoking the damp hair on the damp head, she smiled.
"Another dream about Mistress?"
The woman in the bed nodded.
"This slave was just at the point of serving Her in some of the most degrading ways it could imagine when it woke."
The woman smiled at her best friend's admission. They had grown up together, gone to school together, been best friends for years, both aggressive and dominate, bullying others for fun. Point in fact, both their boyfriends were around some place, reduced from boyfriend to slave slugs whose only usage was to serve them.
Now? Now they were slaves themselves, the woman in the bed with the dream, Karen, was now slave twat, a whore pig who only wanted Mistress to abuse it for attention. The woman stroking the head was Margot, now slave, no adjective. Mistress only referred to it as slave and it responded, both women aware they loved being owned and used by Mistress.
Charlene 'Charlie' Davies looked around the Mistress Suite as the slaves called it, the bedroom where Mistress slept either alone or with one of her choosing. She had finished moving in two weeks ago, all her slaves now under one roof, all her slaves now contributing to the upkeep and her desires.
It wasn't hard to keep up with her desires, Charlie was a happy barista with her own coffee shop. Using her experience as a manager with a franchise, she decided she wanted to make some changes, only to find the franchise hated experiments. So, she left, Master getting her a great loan deal so she could open her own place. In the past month, it exceeded all expectations.
Charlie still knew nothing about Master, the mysterious man who showed up at her work one day, had lunch with her and got her to agree to a harebrained idea of dominating five women, all friends for years, all bullies, all aggressive. Yet he seemed to think she could dominate them, control them, make them crawl and love it. Since Charlie had never dominated anyone, she was sure he was kidding. Still, at the end of the lunch, she was agreeable to his suggestions even without knowing why.
Why?
Because Charlie didn't believe in mind control, yet Master was fully in charge of mind control. He used it all his life to get what he wanted, mainly for his own comfort and profit. He was rich, he was well placed, he just didn't have anyone to share it with that wasn't already under his control. Then he met a girl and they hit it off, the only problem being the girl had been bullied for years.
He thought he had her over that with some tweaking until one of the bullies humiliated his girlfriend in a restaurant, the act done before he knew it was going to happen. Maureen, the girlfriend, ran from the place, Justin, the mind controller, going after her to soothe her terror for she was sure Justin would dump this mousy thing, this worm as she was called for years by her abusers.
Justin didn't, he soothed her, got her to calm down. Yet, the memories were there, Justin discovering his tweaks only covered them, but they uncovered when confronted by the bully, Linda, one of the five who abused her while in school.
Justin thought of making Linda dress like a whore and sell herself on a busy street corner while making her husband do videos they could post online. Then he stopped for coffee, discovering a nasty customer who tangled with a barista, a barista who left him leaving with his paid for latte like a whipped puppy. Justin thought she was a mind controller as well, but Charlie was simply fast thinking, mouthy, and ready to protect herself and her coworkers. Justin had another idea, this one more drawn out, this one meaning the five women would degrade themselves for other's amusement.
A little better than a year later, all five women were adoring slaves to Mistress, welcoming any abuse Mistress desired as it meant attention from Mistress, the thing most desired by all the slaves. Even the male ones, the husbands of the women or the two boyfriends two of the women had abused and dominated until they were slaves. Now the two boyfriends catered to the Mistress, the one their owners turned them over to, showing total obedience to Mistress. Failure to do so reflected on the two women eager to serve and degrade themselves to please Mistress, and a poor reflection was not desired, not if it made Mistress unhappy.
Those who lived in other cities or states were now all moved back here for face-to-face slavery with Mistress, all had jobs, either of good quality or demeaning such as bitch who was a lawyer wanting a high-powered position in a good firm. Currently it worked for a non-profit for low wages, the offset being it could wear the dog collar Mistress allowed as well as obey Mistress at any time without having to hide.
Unlike bitch's husband and another husband who still hid when obeying for they would either be told to shave their balls or fuck their asses, acts they tried to avoid coworkers from discovering. Obedience was obvious, just neither man wanted to have anyone else know. They both held good paying jobs.
Only one didn't work, farts, the slave who wanted to beat up Mistress and drag her into jail. That slave could only think of ways to please Mistress, the thoughts alone making it aroused, while knowing the cardinal rule for all the slaves, no cumming without Mistress's express approval.
No one knew what punishment it would incur for none had yet to break the rule. Although in their collective opinion, Mistress made it hard at times, such as having to edge itself several times without cumming, a slave's mind lost in pleasure as it tried to be obedient.
Charlie left the bathroom to get dressed, usually not having any slave present even though three knew she had a cock and balls between her legs and not a pussy. The three kept it a secret even if two knew the other was aware of it, it was never discussed. Two were males and instead of a chastity belt in place, it might be Mistress would remove the male appendage, something neither wanted.
The third was farts, who eagerly sucked on that same cock, hoping to drink the cum or piss, whatever Mistress offered. Mentioning the cock meant it would stop, farts desperate to keep having its mouth used for Mistress's pleasure.
Charlie went down the hall, the smell of breakfast in the air. It was a five bedroom, four bath house, wide open and modern, all set on ten acres, most of it wooded. Master found it for her, Charlie telling the real estate agent the cost was too high, the agent anxious to sell to Charlie for a mind controller nearby had her worried, thinking evil things would occur if this wholesome, girl-next-door, adorable woman didn't purchase the place. The price went so low, Charlie was able to easily afford it.
Owning her first house and property, Charlie set about having the various households fill it with furniture as most of what the slaves owned was either new or almost new since they had great paying jobs before Mistress came into their lives.
Seated at the table, she was served her breakfast, all slaves kneeling, waiting to serve her in any capacity. Charlie ate her meal silently.
At that first lunch where Master and Charlie met, Master had promised Charlie he'd improve her life if she went along with his scheme, and he had kept that promise. She had a nice house, sold for less than twenty percent of its actual value, she drove a nice car someone else owned and paid for gas and insurance and upkeep, she had nice clothes, at least nicer than she used to when she lived on a barista's paycheck. There was money in the bank to draw upon if she desired, and several investments she could get by simply telling the slave to cash out for her.
She finished breakfast when her phone vibrated, Master calling. For whatever reason, she was compelled to answer calls from him at any time, her mind dismissing the why as she picked up the phone, pressing the button as she walked away to brush her teeth.
"Good morning, Master."
Charlie didn't think it strange anymore to call him that one name, for she knew him by no other name. For some reason it just sounded right as she listened to his voice.
"Good morning, Charlie. I take it everything is going okay?"
"Yes, Master, my life seems to be well. Unless you plan on messing it up with this phone call."
