Call your minion, the mayor

They say daddy knows best. If anybody knows where Alana is it should be her father.

You dial the number. He answers eagerly. "Hello, Mistress."

"I need to know where your daughter is."

"I haven't seen her Mistress. I'll have the Police Chief put out an APB."

"Where might she go ****? Friends?"

"Perhaps, her best friends are Wendy and Liz."

He gives you the addresses of the two. As well as mentioning they tended to hang out at Liz's place.

You put down the phone. "Steve get the car, we have an errand to run."

Twenty minutes later you have Steve drop you off in front. In order to insure an invite inside you are wearing your best thigh highs. One can't have on's cloven hooves showing. Fishnet stockings cover the rest of your legs. A latex mini skirt covers your bare sex and little more. A corset emphasized your enormous, perfect breasts. You ring the doorbell.

A thin wiry blonde answers the door. By the Mayor's description this would be Wendy. "Hi I am a friend of Alana's, have you guys seen her?"

Wendy stare at you uncertain about what to do. You lick your lips and stare into her eyes. She is heterosexual, but weak willed. You put your hand on your breast and give the nipple a squeeze. She watches entranced.

From behind you hear a yell. "Who is it Wendy?"

You look Wendy in the eye and say. "A friend of Alana's, I'm inviting her in."

Wendy yells back. "It's a friend of Alana's, I'm inviting her in."

You step across the threshold gently caresses Wendy's shoulder and mouthing, "Good girl."

She smiles at the compliment.

You enter into the living room to meet Liz.

She is curvier than Wendy, with dark hair. Her fashion style is decidedly a bit goth. She wears fishnets, a tartan skirt with dark colors, a white peasant shirt, and a lovely pentagram necklace.

Her aura, however doesn't match the necklace. It is filled with light and colors.

Liz is far more suspicious. "Who the fuck are you? And, how do you know Alana?"

"I'm a friend from work. I've been doing a little hypnotherapy with her." You lie.

"You do hypnosis? That is so cool." Exclaims Wendy.

"Want me to do you Wendy?"

"Yah, that would be so cool!"

Liz interjects. "I don't think..."

"C'mon Liz, she's a friend of Alana. Besides, this is so cool."

"Well, ok."

You peer inside Liz's mind. You sense her desire for her friend and come up with a wicked plan.

You touch Wendy's head. You don't really know hypnosis, but playing with Wendy's mind is child's play.

You babble a bit. "On the count of three you will be mine. One. Two. Three."

You put her in a trance.

Liz looks at you. "No way she's hypnotized."

"Wendy, you are a bisexual dominatrix. When I snap my fingers."

You begin altering her personality the moment you say it. In moments you implant enough knowledge for her to be a dominatrix. Once you cleanse her it will be quite permanent. You snap your fingers.

Liz looks at Webdy. "No way that worked."

Wendy looks at her. "No way what worked, you little bitch?"

"Bitch?"

"You need to address me as mistress, bitch. On your knees, my pussy needs licking."

"What the?" Liz turns to you. "Will she remember this?"

You smile. "Not if you don't want her to." You lie.

Wendy walks up to Liz. "Enough!" She gives Liz a playful slap, and then slips off her pants. "Less talk, more tongue ****."

"Mind if I lick Liz's pussy Wendy."

"Go ahead, my **** won't mind, will she?"

Liz manages, "No mistress!" between licks.

Liz gives you unfettered access. You slide you talented tongue into her slit and finger her clit. It isn't long before she comes. You cleanse her.

Now what to do with Wendy?