Worm 14 Rich Bully Wants a Slave

Bitch was doing her lawyer work at the nonprofit when she was informed her help was needed at the conference room. She left to go there, her slave bracelet clicking as it hit the desk as she stood up. She ignored it, the bracelet not having left her wrist since the weekend Mistress put it on her, the weekend bitch and husband cum slut became slaves, obeying all the men and women at the cabin. Bitch was proud of earning it, for none of Mistress's other slaves had a slave bracelet.

Then again, bitch wore a red dog collar all the time, a present from Master, the man who first enslaved her before giving bitch to Mistress. Bitch was so comfortable wearing the collar in public, the slave didn't think about it. When asked, she would simply shrug and ignore an answer. If someone didn't like it, they didn't have to wear it, was her opinion. She was a bitch, she crawled naked in public at the end of a leash and loved the experience. Well, when not serving Mistress in any way Mistress desired.

Entering the room, Bitch saw her supervisor, the head of the nonprofit at a table with an overweight, balding man, who seemed to not care his shirt buttons wouldn't hold if the man had lunch to expand his belly. The supervisor waved at the man.

"Linda, this is Jack Barrat, a donor."

Linda nodded at him while looking at a slender woman standing in the corner. She wore a business suit, stood completely still, only the eyes roving over Linda's collar and outfit, the outfit a bit risqué but Linda had the youth and body to pull it off, so she ignored the evaluation and slight sneer that accompanied it.

"Mister Barrat wishes to donate a sizable amount but has questions on the contract."

Linda pulled up a chair and sat down, ready to answer the questions. At home, she was slave bitch, owned by Mistress along with the other slaves. At work, while not the high-powered position she thought she'd get when she graduated from law school, she was Linda Duffy, part time lawyer for the nonprofit. At least here, she could wear the slave collar and respond to Mistress without any issues from the business.

Mister Barrat seemed more interested in the red dog collar than the contract, Linda and Grace Kelly, the head of the nonprofit, had to steer him back about his questions four times in the first fifteen minutes.

"Perhaps you should remove the collar."

It was the only words spoken by the tall woman in the corner. She seemed almost elegant to Linda who shook her head.

"What I wear isn't of a concern. What questions he has about the contract is the concern."

They finally got them answered, Mister Barrat finally smiling at the lawyer.

"Tell you what I will do, I'll double the amount donated if you let me take you for a walk. I'm guess you have a leash for the collar?"

Linda shook her head.

"Sorry, I have a matching leash, but no one takes me for a walk."

"No one? Then what's the point of showing off the collar?"

"My business, which has nothing to do with this donation."

He looked at the head of the nonprofit.

"You may want to talk to your employee. You're losing twice the amount of donation for a simple walk in the park."

"Linda has a private life the same as everyone in this room. If she doesn't wish to be leashed and walked, then she has the freedom to refrain from such."

"Bad business model."

He stood up, looking at Linda again.

"As to you, I'm sure we'll see you at the end of leash at some point soon."

He left, the silent woman following him without a look at either of them. The two remaining women left, each for their own desk.

Bitch informed Mistress of the incident, not sure if Mistress would approve of the balding man taking bitch for a walk in the park. That was Mistress's decision even if bitch wasn't thrilled with the idea, for he came across as someone who would enjoying yanking the collar just to see bitch stumble around.

Since he indicated he'd see bitch on a leash soon, Charlie called Master to find out if this Mr. Barrat was known to him. If he was, Master might allow it, under supervision. Charlie may not have wanted slaves, but she did feel responsible for them.

Master came back an hour later with news Mister Barrat was wealthy and successful. He inherited wealth, invested wisely, and grew it. As a person, he was arrogant and pompous, both traits the five female slaves used to exhibit. Charlie was familiar with how those traits ran a thought process. Barrat would be back, soon.

Jack Barrat came back three days later, asking to see the lawyer. Linda came out to meet him, sat to answer questions, only to find he dropped a red dog leash on the table. Jack Barrat could care less about the donation; he earned more in interest than the donation during time he spent here.

"Put it on, we go for a walk. You get an even bigger donation."

Linda eyed the leash, similar to the one she carried in her purse. She shook her head.

"I cannot. My owner would be angry if they found out I was led by someone without authorization." Linda stood up and walked out, leaving him grinning at her.

On Thursday Charlie got a text from Master, telling her Jack Barrat and his bodyguard Lisa Skittle, would visit. He seemed to think the woman of the house where Linda lived was the owner. Not a wrong guess, but simply a guess. Jack Barrat wanted to show off how he could afford a woman to be his pet, making his friends jealous. Master said he had a lot of business acquaintances but few friends for a reason.

Charlie said she'd simply lock the front door but was told Lisa Skittle was well versed in locks as well as injuring people. She carried a knife under each sleeve, a gun at her waist and one at her right ankle. Ticking off the boss wasn't going to help, not when Charlie lived almost isolated. He'd find a way to help.

Charlie had to think of what to do, finally deciding to use her words to make him too confused to think straight. She was good at that.

Master texted to say Barrat and Skittle were almost there and help was close behind. Don't be shocked when the government acted as her friend. Charlie shook her head, how Master was going to pull this off was beyond her.

It wasn't beyond an experienced mind controller like Master, who was enjoying this drama. It had been a long time since he had any good challenge as he sat by the TV, Maureen sleeping against him. He just needed to find some agents to send there.

Charlie was in her study, the room where she paid the bills, did some relaxing reading in the vibrating chair, generally had it set up to her comfort, when informed Mister Barrat was at the door. Alerted by Master, she had all the slaves dressed casually but without signs of slavery. She didn't need the law around asking questions.

The two came in, Barrat immediately taking a chair without being offered one, Skittle moving to stand to one side, the silent shadow looking around constantly. Charlie thought her life was horrible, never able to relax when visiting someplace. Skittle actually seemed like a model, attractive yet with some sort of sexy vibe. Then she looked at the bald, overweight man who had two stains on his shirt.

He tossed an envelope to the desk, the paper landing with a small thud, the thickness indicating substantial stuffing inside. Charlie ignored it.

"I want to take that lawyer, Duffy, for a walk. According to sources, that isn't allowed without her owner's permission. That's for the permission."

Charlie ignored the offering.

"What makes you think I'm the owner?"

"She lives here, she wears a dog collar, and you have plenty of space for her to be walked in. Why else would you have her here?"

"Because she needed a place to live? Nonprofits don't pay well; I have the space. Why is that meaning I own her?"

"Just give permission and we can get on with this. I'm not a fool."

"Obviously, I beg to differ. You assume she lives here so therefore I own her."

Barrat lost his smile as he glared at her.

"Fine, take that as payment for her. Now, get her and we'll leave."

Charlie shook her head.

"Twice a fool. Really? I expected more intelligence from someone who keeps boasting how smart they are."

He sat up, glaring even more.

"I have a bodyguard who can send you into intensive care before you can stand. That won't help you in any way because I have the clout to show neither of us were here. Now who is the fool?"

"Still thinking it's you. This is my safe room, so all is recorded. It even records morons trying to threaten someone for not committing a crime. Such as you insisting I sell you a person you assume I own. Did you not, halfwit, see her wedding ring? Why are you so sure the landlady owns her and not her husband? Or do you always do business this way and hope for the best?"

Jack Barrat was sputtering in anger, Lisa Skittle not moving but had a small smile on her face. Charlie didn't know if she found this amusing or if she was thinking of how many bones to break in Charlie's body.

A knock on the door interrupted the scene as twat came in, leading three men in suits. She quickly left, closing the door behind her. Charlie looked at the three as they nodded at her.

"Miss Davies, are we too early? I was thinking this was just between us."

"No, they're ready to leave." Charlie waved a hand at the envelope. "Don't forget to take your blood money, moron. I won't commit a crime like that for any amount."

"Oh, this sounds interesting."

Charlie gave the three a quick overview of the conversation. The man doing the talking asked for identification, Jack Barrat telling them to f off. All three removed their ID, showing they worked for the DEA. Barrat wasn't impressed, drug enforcement wasn't part of buying or selling people, he smugly informed them.

They asked Lisa for ID, was informed by Barrat she didn't possess any, and any more harassment would bring wrath down on them. A second agent looked at Lisa who had yet to make a move.

"We can see you carrying guns, they are concealed, and they need a permit. A permit, you must always carry if you have a weapon on you. Are you stating you do not have yours?"

She moved her hands apart slowly, as two agents removed their own weapons, and using fingers removed a wallet from inside her jacket. She leaned over, handing it to the nearest agent. Barrat screamed at her for cooperating with them. She ignored him as she looked at the agent looking at her ID's including her driver's license. He nodded, returning it to her, the others still closely watching her.

Barrat still refused to show any ID, told them to go to hell and tried to muscle his way out the door. He finally left, but with handcuffs on, screaming about his rights. Lisa followed behind, uncuffed, as two agents escorted her away. Lisa saw Charlie toss the envelope into the trash can without opening it.

Master told her the next day that Lisa Skittles was released without any charges as she was the bodyguard and the body being guarded wasn't harmed. Her boss spent the night even with two lawyers trying to get him home. Refusing to show ID to known federal agents, slamming into them as he tried to leave was an assault, plus they offered he was trying to purchase a human being he fancied while being told it was crime and no one was for sale.

Jack Barrat would be out later that day, a judge fining him several thousand dollars which was easily dispensed. Master also informed her the charges would be dropped as too expensive to pursue. On the other hand, Jack Barrat was upset with Charlene Davies and Linda Duffy. His lawyer was, at the moment, attempting to make the man see reason, kidnapping the lawyer off the street after trying to buy her would only make him a target for the federal government. Same as going after the barista who made him fail to purchase what he wanted.

Charlie looked at twat as it was trying to hump a dildo just out of range, twat having to pull on rubber cords to reach but the cords would only bring it back to position. It was frustrating but then it made a mess when eating breakfast and failed to clean up the floor properly. An hour later twat as allowed to dress and go to work, adult diapers in place as it leaked in aroused frustration.

Charlie went to the Mixed-Up Cup to see it was busy as usual. She grabbed an apron, getting behind the counter to help with the line. She was amazed at the business generated as she only paid advertising when she opened the shop. It never occurred to her Master used his ability to have people come in to try, as well as return to try more.

She was still at it when Lisa Skittle came in, waiting in line until Charlie was available to get the test flavor of the day for her, asking if they could talk. Twenty minutes later, they were at a table, Lisa with her back to the wall as she surveyed the shop. Charlie sipped as she simply looked at the bodyguard.

"You're not saying much."

"You asked to talk, I figure you have a reason. I have no idea if you plan on drawing a weapon to use under the table or just let me know your boss wants you to get close so he can plan to achieve his stupid plot."

Lisa smiled, liking this barista. She liked the way Charlene stood up to her boss for few did so, she liked that she didn't even look to see how much was offered for the lawyer, liked that she went from serving lattes to owning her own business, from renting a room to owning a house with ten acres around it. The woman was smart and capable, traits Lisa admired.

"He would like to know how to break into this. He is out now, no longer charged but aware if anything happens to you or her, this place, or your house, he will be the first one questioned. He figures his lawyer can handle that but as pointed out, it won't stop DEA from doing a thorough investigation, which he can't afford to have done."

"That's all? You could have used carrier pigeon to send a note."

Lisa gave her a small smile.

"I prefer to talk face to face. He's wealthy, not enough to own an army but enough to hire a few people."

"Like yourself."

"I work for a security company, I used to be in the military and then worked as a mercenary. I got tired of the living conditions in the worse places on earth. If the other side wants swampy land, I can't see putting my life on the line to stop them. I do not work for, as you say, the moron. I work for a legal company who is aware of what occurred." Lisa smiled more. "Then again, maybe I'm here because the coffee is almost as great as the owner."

Charlie didn't respond to the words. She simply blinked, wondering when the other shoe would drop. She finally said as much, Lisa trying to assure her she wasn't there as Barrat's employee or flunky, just as herself and she did in fact enjoy this banana flavored hot chocolate.

They soon split, Charlie to go to work, Lisa to order another cup to sit there, openly watching the action behind the counter. It was still busy; Lisa was impressed by the steady line of customers. Charlene, Charlie as she was now known, was an astute businesswoman. That just made her more interesting to the bodyguard.

Charlie had no idea what Lisa was thinking and didn't care. She got on with life, letting Master handle the Barrat's of the world.

Barrat hired people to use drones to take shots of the house and any activity. Master gave her the information, Charlie asking the sheriff's department to go down the dirt road, where it was posted as private road on private land, to confront the four men flying the three drones. They were charged and brought in even if the videos taken only showed a few clothed people walking outside to check on some raised flower beds. Still, it was illegal to trespass as well as use drones to spy on private residences.

Lisa came almost daily to the shop, each time waiting until Charlie was free to take the order, Lisa now simply setting a twenty on the counter, telling Charlie to surprise her and get one for herself. They would talk, Charlie still not believing Master that Lisa was simply interested in Charlie herself. She wasn't reporting any of the meetings or talks to anyone let alone Jack Barrat. Charlie still kept answers non-committed and vague. She knew from an early age how to avoid giving information to the wrong person, and Lisa Skittle was still the wrong person.

Lisa, in a total reversal, found herself drawn to Charlie in ways she had never thought possible. She thought of her when she worked out, when she tried to read, when she slept. That was the worst, for the dreams of them kissing, holding hands, sitting together, was so real, she had to wake up each morning to remember it was just a dream. It was to the point where Lisa was hoping to make it all real.

Charlie did nothing to encourage her, much to Lisa's disappointment. Her offers of dinner or checking out the competition fell on deaf ears, the more Charlie seemed to not be interested, the more Lisa wanted to get friendlier with her. The more Lisa wanted, without realizing it, the more Lisa found herself emotionally desiring this woman, even if she never had such feelings before, more, with her same gender.

One day, Lisa was sitting alone as Charlie had left for an appointment, the employees not telling her even under threat of her doing things to them. All were totally loyal to Charlie Davies, Lisa returning for a refill, hoping Charlie would return to work soon. She admired that trait, more, she admired a woman who could command that much respect and loyalty from her employees.

Lisa was falling in love with a woman who was still refusing to be involved with her. Lisa only knew she thought of that smile, that laugh, that sparkle in that adorable face, that sexy look as Charlie walked towards her. It occupied her thoughts to the point she forced herself to stay away. That lasted for two days before she was back, her body nearly vibrating as Charlie brought over two cups for them to drink.

"Charlie, are you seeing anyone?"

"Don't have time nor care. I'm fine the way I am."

"Oh, you are that."

Charlie tilted her head at her, Lisa aware she said it out loud.

"I'm not into women, but, Charlie, you're driving me nuts. I want you to know this up front. If you were a guy, I'd be asking for a date already. You're not, you're a very sexy, adorable, wonderful person whom I'd love to get to know more."

Charlie tightened her lips at the adorable word. She was getting tired of being adorable. She held up a hand to stop Lisa from talking.

"I'm flattered but I'm into doing dominating things to others. I don't see that working with you; thus, you will be a friend if you don't betray me, but not more. I'm not comfortable with less. I like being in control, I do not like not being in control. Just a quirk I have and no, I'm not going to see a doctor to have it analyzed and removed."

"I have never allowed myself to be dominated. It takes too much trust."

"Thus, I repeat, you are a friend only. A customer if you want to go that route but to do more, well, I enjoy what I enjoy. I expect loyalty and respect and give it back to those who deserve it."

Lisa was quiet. Charlie removed a piece of paper and placed it in front of her.

"That night you came to the house, your boss left money behind. He never came for it, so I donated for him. That's his receipt."

Lisa read it, laughing loudly that Jack Barrat really was losing against this woman. A woman who should be hugged and kissed but was already walking back to the counter. Lisa felt depressed as she pocketed the receipt.

She tried to stay away, she really tried, but after four days, she was back, eager to talk to Charlie privately, Lisa breaking emotionally as she expressed a desire to make Charlie happy, to have Charlie as more than a friend, more than just a lover even if they weren't lovers. Yet. She needed Charlie and she was willing to what was needed to prove it.