A test subject

The next day I woke up feeling better than ever.

Sure, my body was still bruised and walking slightly hurt but apart from that I was blossoming.

Also blossoming was my sex drive. I woke up with a painful boner and nobody to take care of it in sight. Not even Maria who had once more disappeared after our little chat last afternoon.

Guess I'll have to do it myself then. Even a king has to get his hands dirty from time to time.

I propped up my phone and quickly searched for some suitable video material to accompany my little private time.

Today, I decided to go for some classic hardcore porn with slavery and degradation themes. I didn't want to go overboard too much after yesterday.

However, sitting on my couch and stroking my dick while watching a busty blonde bitch that slightly resembled Tiffany eagerly drinking her master's piss while fingering her own ass raised a question within me than wouldn't leave my mind no matter what.

How would I get my sluts to perform acts like that?

Sure, my powers would certainly help but as long as I couldn't control them I needed some skills to train obedience and subservience into a woman.

In short, I needed to become more adept at dominating bitches.

So far my encounters through my powers had been great. I had already gotten off twice and the last days (with a few exceptions) were the best of my life. I had never felt that powerful.

But if I was completely honest with myself I had done a lot of fantasizing about dominating bitches but no real slaves to show for it.

I just tended to shy away from hurting someone's feelings too much or any unpleasant confrontation. This version of Brendan Smith would never have that arrogant bitch on that fateful night begging him for his cock.

And that was what I wanted. Ever since my painful encounter with the Boss Bitch as I called her in my head I had fantasized about all the things that I would do to her. And it was about time I started working on that promise to myself.

For now, I didn't feel ready to face her again. I definitely needed more practice.

If I wanted to get better at training my bitches I would need a suitable test subject.

For now, my options didn't look too good. I needed someone with no connections to me. Tiffany and Evelyn could easily cause me trouble if I fucked up I had already been treading a thin line with them. Amanda might be an option but there was still her husband in the picture which would make private one on one sessions difficult especially since I didn't want her knowing anything about me.

Which meant that I had to leave my mark on another woman, a complete stranger ideally.

Just as I had made up my mind I released all my pent up energy into a tissue. Satisfied and empowered by my post nut clarity I decided to put the starting day to good use. Fortunately, during the weekend finding a target should be much easier.

But I also had higher standards. To make things easier for myself I wanted a real bitch. Someone who really had it coming. Someone who I would enjoy breaking without and internal objections.

And so the hero set out for his not so glorious quest.

This time my quest did not lead me towards the mall. If I wanted to learn how to break a person I'd prefer starting with an easy target.

A place where young women regularly had their dreams shattered. A place where it would be easy for me to pick off girls without being recognized.

Entering the building in which I used to work until a couple of days ago felt a bit strange. Like visiting your toxic ex after a breakup to ask for money (not that I had ever done that...). I quickly crossed the lobby and headed for the elevator.

This was a crucial moment. If anyone from my old work saw me here, in the worst case even Evelyn, I could get in trouble. News about my departure must have spread by now.

However, I was baking on them not being in for work on a Saturday. On the floor below the offices of WLI I left the elevator. I was close to my destination but not quite there.

I looked at my watch.

11:03 AM.

Perfect!

Before me was an unconspicuous door matching the depressing grey of the walls. A sign next to it labeled it as a standard unisex toilet.

I get it. That all sounds pretty standard but there was one circumstance that made this place special for picking up girls.

Right next to the toilet was the office of Mrs. McMiller. Mrs. Mc Miller had the habit of mainly hiring young, conventionally attractive women which already brought her shady investment firm lots of attention especially from male costumers. A pretty good move if you ask me because her business was booming. Her success also made sure that she had plenty of job applicants.

Which she desperately needed because Mrs McMiller also had another quirk to her. Every Saturday after comparing this week's numbers she would fire one of her employees in a rather... extreme fashion.

McMiller was infamous for calling out the girl with the worst numbers every week and insulting her in front of the whole crew before almost ceremoniously kicking them out.

Bad for her employees good for me. Because when I put my ear on the door and heard a muffled sobbing noise, I was certain that I would find a real hottie in there only waiting to be broken by me.

The door was locked but I hardly cared about that. Due to it having the same locking mechanism as a bathroom store, I could easily prawn the locking mechanism open with the screwdriver I had brought.

So I went to work, ready to claim my prize.

Slowly, the red retreated from the indicator replaced by an inviting white.

Click

Finally! I slowly open the door and take a peek.

Inside's your standard public bathroom.

Sink. Toilet. Electrical hand drier. So far so irrelevant.

However, leaning over the sink with tears emitting from her puffy green eyes and streaking down in black trails of ruined make up is my target.

And my hunch couldn't have been better. The girl in front of me is exactly what I had been looking for.

Her fire red hair beautifully frames her gentle features. She is wearing a black business dress that's definitely leaning more towards the skimpy side (which doesn't surprise me given that McMiller knows exactly what drives her costumers into the office) that perfectly shows off a sufficient amount of cleavage to instantly turn my dick rock hard and a skirt ending shortly above her knees.

So far, she hasn't realised that I was lurking in the door frame.

Unfortunately for her, this was about to change. Yesterday, Maria had informed me that in order for my powers to work I needed to get close to my vicitms.

Without further ado I invited myself in closing and locking the door behind me with another very audible click.

This time, she definitely realized that someone was there. With big eyes she turned to face me, overwhelmed by my sudden intrusion.

"Wha... What are you doing in here?" she croaked.

Even though my last operations had been of varying success I felt confident, cocky even which my gloating grin clearly reflected.

Already, I felt the now familiar pull towards her inner self. I could just send out my subconcious. But I wanted to revel in my victory for a little longer.

"I am putting you in your place, bitch!"

I answered her question smugly.

God, I was an asshole.

But it just felt so FUCKING GOOD!

Then finally, I allowed myself to let go.

After a quick fade into blackness, I regained my senses. The redhead was still staring at me anxious, scared and confused at my behavior.

Quickly, I opened my mental notebook to check whether my gamble had paid off.

After a quick mental look I started chuckling.

I liked what I saw.

This was good.

This was really, really good.

"Could you please get out?" asked the redhead shyly.

Too bad for her that I had not the slightest intention of leaving this toilet until I had had my fun.

My grin grew even wider. Now it was time for me to have my fun.

Time for the master among masters to claim his next victory.

Determinated, I stepped closer to the sink.