Charlene 'Charlie' Davies stretched on the queen size bed, lazily looking at her new bedroom. It was better than her run-down apartment she could afford at her bistro pay even if Master got her a raise a month ago. She still wasn't sure who Master was other than a man who kept popping into Charlie's life, telling her to do things and her doing them even when not sure why. What she did know was that she had fun doing as she was instructed, and her standard of living had improved dramatically in the space of a few months since he first approached her.
Master had simply invited her to a meal, Charlie going as if it was natural to accept a meal from a total stranger. When they sat to talk, he told her he knew she was considered an attractive and sexy girl, the type of next-door girl with her wholesome looks and actions. She knew all that, wondering where this was going. When he said he knew she had special additives between her legs, she was amazed.
She was very careful of who was let in on the fact she had a cock and balls where her pussy should be, and this man was never one she talked to. To her mind, no one in the city since she moved here four years ago knew of her secret. In this day and age, it could be fatal for someone to find out, even if she was born with a penis attached to a woman's body.
She asked how he knew, he simply shrugged, telling her it wasn't a concern, but how she wanted to improve her life. Her mind immediately went to how she could improve her life without being some sort of escort or film star.
Master told her six girls had spent high school tormenting other girls and enjoyed doing so to the point they continued to do so. Now, five were getting out of their various colleges and setting up their lives, happily comparing notes on who they annoyed or scared along the way. One had messed with a girl; the girl's sister didn't like it and the Sadistic Six from high school became the Sadistic Five. No one was ever charged for the death, which was of no difference to the remaining five, as they cheated and tormented others to make it through their education.
What Charlie was to do was to dominate one of those girls and her husband. Take control of their lives, have them live for whatever humiliation Charlie could foist on them. That didn't sound like Charlie who told him she wasn't a sadist. That was why he chose her, she was sane, rational, and open minded. As long as the girl went from wanting to harm others to begging to be degraded, Master didn't care how Charlie treated her and her husband.
Charlie accepted the assignment, not even blinking when she was allowed to call him Master, to have his number in her phone as Master, to do as told with his guidance. She had been tentative at first, but Master seemed to know of what he spoke about, as he had the woman soon crawling at the end of a leash, naked and in a public park, eager to show Mistress Charlie she could be trained.
Her husband soon joined as he found her sexy and after some blow jobs, he was happy to agree to see her outside of her work to reciprocate. What he didn't know was that he wasn't offering to do a blowjob on a pussy, but on a cock, the man slowly but now eagerly, accepting her as his owner, to be used by her in any way.
It was their bedroom Charlie now slept in, the couple sleeping on the floor, their lives completely changed. They woke when Charlie did, waiting for Mistress to tell them if they would relieve themselves outside or in a bucket inside or just hold it for her convenience. They would either be nude or dressed in maid outfits, the married couple wearing identical outfits even if his had to be a few sizes larger.
They spent the day waiting on Mistress, fixing her meals, letting her do what she wanted as they cleaned, did laundry or their exercises to be limber to enhance their ability to be obedient to whatever desire Mistress Charlie may have. Yeah, Charlie was happy Master picked her.
Master woke up about the same time in his nice house, in a nice neighborhood, and none of it paid for by him. He had always used his mind control gift to enhance his own pleasures, often having two or three girls eager to serve and please him at the same time, no sex act off limits for them. The nice house was owned by a man who seemed to only have an orgasm with master's permission, the wealthy man happy to let Master have the house at no charge.
The house had two maids, both young, pretty, and willing to please in any way. They worked hard for if it wasn't to master's standard, he simply grunted and ignored them, the worse treatment they could fathom. It was okay if Master wanted to kiss, hug, spank, or abuse them, but to ignore them sent their minds into a tailspin. The yard was maintained by a professional company the house owner paid for, but the demands were what Master wanted, and all demands were met happily.
Master also had money in the bank, gifts from legally wealthy and some illegally wealthy donors who expected nothing in return but were thrilled if Master allowed them to sit in his presence. His nice car was taken care of by one the donors, the maintenance part of the agreement, for if the car was in service, Master always had a brand-new car waiting.
It was always about what made him happy, but it was also an empty life for him. Everyone loved him, everyone wanted to please him, but only because of his control over them.
That changed when he went to an event, the event coordinator being a mousy kind of woman, hardly any shape under the bulky clothes she wore. She found him attractive but not much more since she had issues. Self-image and self-confidence issues dating from when she was tormented in middle school and high school by six girls who loved to see her cry, loved to watch her run in fear.
Justin Lake found Maureen Watts different from the others, she was intelligent, could hold a conversation if he got her to open up enough to talk, had a similar sense of humor, and held the event coordination position so she didn't have to communicate too much with people. She was in to do the work, left once the work was done, not having to deal long term with any of them. She never had a boyfriend, had no idea what to do other than what she saw in a few romance movies or novels.
Justin had seen her humiliated in public by Linda Duffy, one of the tormentors, with promises of more since Linda and her husband had moved back into town. Maureen was all for hiding in a closet, fear overwhelming her that the Sadistic Six would target her, attack her, make her crawl in public as they dragged her by her hair like they did in high school, her purse strap used as a whip to motivate her humiliation.
For the first time, Justin thought of someone else, Maureen didn't deserve this life, this fear, this way of coping. He used his power to soothe her some, calm her some, and then used it to go after Linda and Ronald Duffy. For that, he needed someone to do the work for him. He found that accidently when getting coffee, the bistro woman behind the counter being ideal for what he had in mind. That afternoon he had a meal with Charlie Davies, for what turned out to be a very workable partnership.
One that was about to be active again as another of his targets, another one of Maureen's bullies, was going to be back in town.
Charlie left the coffee shop, her tips feeling heavy in her pocket. She knew trouble was brewing when two men stepped in front of her, demanding her purse and her phone. She looked around, back at them when both slid knives from their pockets.
She judged it was time to run as fast and as far as she could, happy she was in some kind of good shape. The men grinned, looking like they could keep up with her.
As Charlie took a step back, the men took a step forward. Then they dropped their knives, emptied out their pockets, one removing his tee shirt so they could pile all into one bundle. Then they ran across the street, almost getting hit in traffic before going to the other side, slamming their heads repeatedly into a mailbox. They finally fell to the sidewalk as Charlie shook her head.
"You could just walk up and say hello, Master."
Justin gave a small laugh at her guessing he was nearby.
"You could pick up their gift and go home. You have a busy week ahead of you, Charlie."
She did so, looking at what was in her hands. She shook her head, mostly junk, not worth keeping. She said as much to Master, who agreed.
"Then again, I never said to keep it. But leaving it would be littering."
