Lisa found she couldn't keep showing up to spend the night, Miss Charlie telling her if she did so, she'd be in bondage in another room. Sometimes, Miss Charlie told her, Miss Charlie wanted to sleep alone. So by the middle of the afternoon, she was texting Miss Charlie in hopes of being in the same bed, her body already heating from the thoughts. It was great to be with Miss Charlie, it was fantastic to wake the next morning still snuggled by Miss Charlie.
The slaves still ignored her, well, ignored her as to what she wanted. Any movement she made, any room she looked into, was noted by at least two of them. Lisa was curious but found the others were trying to prevent Lisa from seeing anything Mistress didn't want Lisa to see.
Lisa didn't like it, but complaints fell on deaf ears. They were there for the pleasure of Mistress, not for the convenience of Lisa, for Lisa now knew the relationships within the house. She thought it amusing the lawyer actually did enjoy walking like a dog at the end of a leash. Bitch just didn't allow it from anyone not approved by Mistress.
Tonight, Lisa was cuddling with Miss Charlie on the couch, watching a rerun of Star Wars on TV. Lisa wanted to touch and caress, to arouse Miss Charlie, to bring her the pleasure Lisa felt at her hands. Miss Charlie wanted to watch TV. Lisa wasn't happy to have her hands bound at her waist but accepted it even if Miss Charlie seemed to like to let her own hands wander around Lisa's body. At times it didn't seem fair, but the pleasures it brought offset the concept.
It was still confusing, for farts loved being in bondage and Mistress would tease the bound girl to the point it was edged several times without release, almost passing out from the emotion. Lisa was discovering she enjoyed being in bondage, but Miss Charlie never teased her that far, never paid that much attention as Mistress did to farts when playing. Lisa was still trying to work it out in her mind.
She finally mentioned it to bitch who seemed to be the senior slave. Bitch gave her the usual disapproving look, for she didn't like Lisa in Mistress's life.
"It's simple to anyone here. Farts is a slave, Mistress owns us and uses us as she desires. You, you are not a slave, more like a possible girlfriend. You tend to order us, and we tend to ignore you. No one here cares if you're pleased or not, Mistress has never told us you are in charge, thus you are not. Farts is a slave who loves bondage and Mistress loves to tease farts who adores Mistress for the attention. You do not need that kind of attention, you simply show up, spend the night, and go away."
Bitch walked off, leaving Lisa standing alone. She understood she wasn't part of the slave harem, and they had no use for anyone who simply visited unless Mistress deemed otherwise. Miss Charlie had never deemed otherwise, because Lisa was only trying to be a girlfriend, nothing more. Well, a forever girlfriend, but still, not a slave.
Jack Barrat had the solution to his problem well in hand as he had the female bodyguard sit in front of the desk a few hours later. If his desires were brought on by this Charlene, if his small hand jobs were because he thought of Charlene, if his humiliation was exciting to him because of Charlene's tone and words, then he needed to have her out of his life.
The problem was his always going back to be in her company, for as much as he tried, it was like a magnet drawing to steel, he always returned. This time, this time, he had a solution, the bodyguard a large part of it. He tossed her two envelopes, both with twenty-five thousand dollars inside. She got one now for taking the job, one when he returned from his business trip, and she was to do the job while he was gone. That gave her two days to plan how to kill Charlene Davies.
Lisa didn't make a move to verify the amount of money, more than she made in a year easily, something Barrat knew. He also knew she used to be a mercenary, hired by one side to kill the other side, so he figured this was just one more job to her.
Except she didn't take it.
When asked why, she simply told him this was the same woman who met with DEA agents, and no one so far had any idea what the connection was. She wasn't about to take on a job if federal agents were going to be around, nor when they already knew of her existence in relation to the target. Barrat lost his temper, Lisa walked out.
She told her supervisor about the offer as well as telling Miss Charlie. Miss Charlie told Master who didn't want his friend to die. He said he'd take care of the issue.
Barrat left for his business trip without finding anyone to kill the annoying woman. He returned five days later, so horny he paid four prostitutes to service him during the trip, to have not one of them get him over the edge. He could only think of a barista taking him for a walk, patting his head when he did well. His dick was erect almost all the time at the thoughts, he just couldn't get satisfaction either with his hand or with a woman, to get over the edge. As soon as he left the airport, he went to the coffee shop.
Master told Charlie to be at work for Barrat needed a firm hand. She was there when he showed up, an obvious mess as he tried to order coffee. She motioned him to one side where no one could overhear.
"Your choice. Coffee or a walk? I can do one or the other today, but don't have the time for both."
His mind already mushy with lust, they met at the park where she watched him again undress down to his socks and underwear. She sighed, having pity on the white material stretched to the limit. This time, as he knelt, she tossed him the collar, telling him to kiss and attach if he wanted the leash as well. Barrat had no idea what she was talking about as he kissed the collar before attaching it around his neck, his dick hard and needing to be straightened out. She told him to stop playing with his dick before he could do so, his member still bundled in the material.
Attaching the leash, she took him for another walk around the clearing. After a few times, she undid the leash, tossed a stick while telling him to fetch. Without thinking, he crawled to the stick, picked it up in his mouth, and returned it. He didn't look eager to do so, but he did look like he didn't mind.
After three tosses and fetches, she told him he was a good moron, patted him on the head, and ordered him to cum in his panties. She watched as his body jerked as he came while on hands and knees.
Charlie patted him again, called him a good moron and he deserved a special treat, in a condensing tone. Barrat noticed but didn't care as she told him to cum again, fill those panties with sperm. The body jerked again, the moans clearly heard as Barrat closed his eyes, the pleasure again washing over him. Then she removed the collar, put them in the bag, and walked back to her car.
She was parked at the other end of the lot when he finally exited, a bit of a wobble in his steps. Using binoculars, she focused to make sure he was okay, and laughed as his tan pants were showing a large wet spot at the crotch. She wished she had the time to set up cameras even if he was so fat the lens would have to be at ground level to catch the act even if the man was kneeling up.
Jack Barrat slept well that night, even with vivid dreams of fetching sticks for Miss Charlie, for Miss Charlie to pat his head as reward, the taste of bark still in his mouth. He woke up feeling aroused again, the dreams seeming to be real enough to give him a morning erection.
Once again he tried to avoid her, once again he was back in a few days, happy he hadn't hired anyone for he needed her alive. Alive to give him the release his body was craving more and more, his mind following, rationalizing all of it.
He went back a few days later, his mind so full of lust, he couldn't concentrate on his own work. He needed a release as he walked in the shop, looking around for Miss Charlie. He was told she was busy, he demanded they tell her he was there, they said she was busy, he got louder, more demanding. Miss Charlie finally came out to where he was creating a scene before other customers.
