Setting The Stage

As the two large ornate wooden doors closed with a resounding thud behind the last of the unwelcome guests, Reggie took a moment to orient himself in what would soon be the stage set for his newest performance.

Eve and McKenzie had never allowed him to accompany them to the Country Club as Reggie assumed they did not find him 'socially acceptable' and could be a burden when hunting for the latest sugar daddy or indulging in a girls night out, so he was unfamiliar with the surroundings. As he surveyed the scenery around him, Reggie finally understood why the yearly dues were equivalent to that of a reputable university tuition.

He stood near the entrance at the short end of a large lavishly furnished rectangular ballroom with dark stained wall paneling of some exotic wood Reggie did not recognize lining every inch of wall surface. Expansive rows of glass windows marched along the walls to his left and right, arching from floor to the copper coffered ceiling Reggie guessed to be around twenty feet above.

Reggie observed a steady stream of sharply uniformed serving women emerging from two large double doors at the left where he assumed the kitchen and catering staff were stationed. A large well stocked buffet table lined the opposite right wall, adjacent to a small platform where three seated musicians serenaded the crowd with classical music. Reggie noticed all the staffed caterers and musicians to be attractive women, as he assumed was the WWE organization's preference.

Reggie heard a slight whimper followed by a tugging at his right as Penny snaked her arm in his own to press her shapely body firmly to his side. Glancing down, Reggie noticed she appeared to survey the room with narrow suspicious eyes trained on the attractive women socializing about the hall. With her pretty head on a swivel, Penny's grip on his arm gradually intensified as she inspected each woman with measuring eyes in an attempt to gage whether they were a potential threat for Reggie's affection.

Due to his earlier mental command, Penny was misinterpreting the shrewd glances and hushed whispers overheard from several clusters of women around them as scheming to seduce her 'Daddy' rather than critiquing the obscene outfit and ridiculous appearance of the organizations head spokeswoman.

She could not fathom that most eyes were drawn to the vision of silk, lace, and ruffles perched on towering heels standing dutifully at Penny's side glowering back at them with matched intensity. Penny's personal fetish French Maid returned each accusing stare with equally threatening eyes while nervously wringing her delicate lace gloved hands before her white satin apron. McKenzie dutifully clutched two plastic shopping bags as she minced steadily closer to her owner as if to shield her from the women's mocking eyes and slanderous comments with her uniformed body.

"Ma-dam", McKenzie leaned forward to whisper conspiratorially at Penny's side. "Theez Wo-men, zey 'ahr je-loze, no?", she asked while looking at Penny protectively. "Pehr-haps et vould be bezt if ve 'vere to leave?", McKenzie continued, raising a lace gloved hand to tentatively rest on Penny's distressed sapphire silk clad shoulder.

"Nonsense!", Penny responded much louder than intended due to her rising insecurity. "Daddy.....", she blushed brightly while squirming her hips at Reggie's side. ".....Has no interest in these uncouth, catty...", jealous anger suddenly bloomed in her pretty eyes. "....whores!", she hissed under her breath with disapproval as McKenzie enthusiastically nodded in agreement.

Becoming more animated as her jealous fueled tirade continued, Penny's posture shifted to extract herself from Reggie and fold her slender arms beneath her generous tits straining beneath their blue silk prison. She appeared to exhale short rapid breaths as she continued to criticize the professional, aristocratic women around her who she should otherwise be wooing as potential contributors to the organization.

With each drawn inhale of breath outlining every womanly inch of her curvaceous body, Penny briefly paused to flutter her pretty lashes as something tickled in the back of her brain as if not quite right. Dismissing the absurd notion, she cupped each of her heavy tits in hand and hefted them beneath her undersized silk blouse to release and allow each orb to settle deliciously on her chest in ripples of strangled tit flesh.

With an audible 'harrumph', she reached well manicured hands to fluff and slightly adjust the large pink satin bow perched within her stiffly teased brunette tresses.

"They're quite obviously unfamiliar....", Penny went on, casually perusing the women milling throughout the hall wearing elegant dresses, designer suits and flattering skirts and blouses appropriate for women of their stature. ".....With a true, SEXY", she purred the word in Reggie's ear. "Successful, professional woman", satisfied with the position of her gaudy bow, she brought her hands to rest palms down at her wast to press against her too-small leather pencil skirt. "And how she presents herself!", she concluded while drawing her hands along the second skin leather molding her fleshy thighs to rest on the skirt hem at the knees. "So, we have NO reason for concern!", Penny graced her strawberry blond fetish maid with a smile as she again drew her hands along the smooth leather of her skirt, up to wide hips, to rest on her vice-like leather encased ass globes.

"And besides....", Penny turned to face McKenzie, reaching tenderly to arrange the white silk ruffles at the low bodice doing a poor job of concealing her young maids pretty tits. McKenzie's soft creamy skin blushed crimson in response. "I couldn't POSSIBLY leave...", Penny placed her hands on McKenzie's lace gloved hands to relocate them at her hips so as to not obstruct her shiny satin ruffle edged apron. "Before my speech presentation...", Penny bent slightly at the waist to run her hands along the smooth satin apron of McKenzie's uniform, pausing to clasp the bottom hem in slender fingers and pull the fabric taught to straighten the creased fabric. "Now, CAN we?", Penny sang while gently tapping her fetish maid on the nose with blue lacquered nail.

"Oui.......Ma-dam", Maid McKenzie whispered with glazed eyes and long languid sigh. She then appeared to abruptly wake from a pleasant daydream. "Oui Ma-dam!" She responded much more dutifully while returning to weigh the halls occupants with skeptical eyes. Despite Penny's assurances, her fetish maid took every opportunity to position herself as near to her mistress as possible.

"So....", Penny abruptly clapped her hands palm down on the stiff leather outlining the supple curves of her ass flesh to stress her point. "Shall we mingle?", Penny asked as she again turned to Reggie to clutch his right arm possessively, eyes brimming with devotion. "Daddy!", she purred while resting her head on his shoulder cooing contentedly.

"You go on without me", Having ignored Penny's entire monologue, Reggie had been preoccupied casing the ballroom to strategize the evenings festivities. "I've got to....", he looked down at Penny gripping his arm possessively with furrowed brow and concerned eyes creasing her pretty face. "Take care of a few things first". Reggie concluded, extracting himself from her tangled limbs with considerable effort .

"But Daaaaaddy...", Penny pouted prettily while clasping her hands demurely before her tight leather pencil skirt. She gazed at him with wide pleading eyes while nibbling on quivering plump bottom lip. "I want you with ME...", she continued, drawing more critical eyes and harsh whispers from the gathered groups of women within ear shot.

"McKenzie, I'll be needing your assistance", Reggie addressed his former step-sister while continuing to ignore Penny's persistant whining.

Looking to Penny for approval, McKenzie's owner nodded reluctantly while continuing to act the petulant child with slender arms folded tightly beneath generous tits and protruding plump bottom lip marring her pretty face.

"'Ow may 'ah be uv az-iztance," she asked with a quick curtsy much different than how she addressed her mistress. "Maz-ter Reggie", she almost spat, alternating between fixing Reggie with skeptical eyes and Penny with protective glances.

Ignoring the brunette power lawyer's tantrum, Reggie relieved McKenzie of her shopping bag and shuffled through to remove the modified peel and stick name tags and improvised blank tags, the card decks, and the sharpie.

Handing the altered name tags to McKenzie, Reggie issued instructions. "You will walk to every woman in the hall and place one of these tags over her left breast where it is clearly visible". He then handed the speech carrying briefcase to McKenzie with the instructions to place the items near the podium at the far end of the room.

McKenzie nodded and accepted the proffered name tags to place them in the small embroidered lace pocket on the right of her satin apron.

Placing the formerly blank tags in McKenzie's left hand, Reggie noticed that there were about half as many as the name tags. "You will use your judgement on the distribution of these tags. If someone is rude to you, treats you with disrespect, or you perceive as generally nasty, place one of these tags on their forehead".

Again the fetish maid nodded and placed the tags in an identical lace pocket on the left of her apron.

Reggie then thought hard as a blanket statement to the entire ballroom and surrounding area:

"WHEN MCKENZIE OFFERS YOU A NAME TAG, YOU WILL ALLOW HER TO PLACE IT ON YOUR BODY OR CLOTHING. YOU WILL NOT NOTICE IF SHE PLACES A TAG ON YOUR FOREHEAD. THE TAGS WILL APPEAR BLANK AND YOU WILL BE UNABLE TO READ THEM. THE TAGS WILL BECOME ACTIVATED ONCE READ BY REGGIE, AT WHICH POINT YOU WILL IMMEDIATELY ADOPT AND ACT OUT THE PERSONALITY TRAIT, CHARACTERISTIC, OR FETISH DESCRIBED. AFTER ACTIVATED BY REGGIE, THE TAGS WILL BE LEGIBLE AND ABLE TO BE ACTIVATED BY ANYONE WHO READS THEM AT WHICH POINT WHENEVER THEY ARE READ, YOU WILL PREFORM THE ACT AS DESCRIBED. YOU WILL FIND ANY ODD BEHAVIOR YOU WITNESS TO BE SEXUALLY AROUSING. WITNESSING OTHER PEOPLES HUMILIATION MAKES YOU INCREDIBLY HORNY!"

"Now...", he favored his plaything Penny and her fetish maid with a wicked smile while clapping his hands for emphasis. "Shall we join the party?" He asked no one in particular.

"Oui, maz-ter Reg-gie", Mckenzie responded with a quick curtsy. "Ma-dam?", she turned to face Penny with sympathetic eyes, pleading for the command to remain by her side.

"Go....", Penny directed her maid dejectedly with eyes still focused on Reggie.

Penny's body language begged for his attention as she clenched her thighs beneath her tight leather skirt, serving to draw attention to her subtle pubic mound quite visible beneath the stiff molding leather fabric. She rocked from foot to 4 inch fire red heeled foot while cradling her taught tummy below her obscenely stretched silk clad tits.

Having to pass some time while McKenzie distributed the name tags, Reggie thought he might 'kill two birds with one stone' as they say and spotted three attractive women seated at a table near the ballroom main entrance.

"It's always a good idea to secure the perimeter", Reggie thought as he pivoted on his feet to turn his back on the disgraced brunette lawyer.

"I'll come find you when I'm through", Reggie called over his shoulder as he walked towards three women seated at a solid wood table near the entrance he assumed were greeting incoming guests. "Go greet your.....", he smirked as he continued towards the three women who would soon be permanently altered to satisfy his perversions. "Admirers...", he finished as his voice trailed and was eventually lost within the din of the milling crowd.

"Daddy!", Penny loosed a high pitched girlish squeal while clapping her manicured hands in delight. She then pivoted on her heels and waked towards the awaiting crowd, rolling her hips obscenely with each practiced step of 4 inch heel directly before the other. The way a true professional woman walks.

Turning his head to take one final look at Penny's tight leather cased ass sashaying towards the numerous groups of attractive women gathered in conversation throughout the hall, Reggie again focused his thoughts as a blanket statement:

"YOU KNOW THAT IT IS PROPOR DECORUM TO REMOVE YOUR LINGERIE WHEN ATTENDING SOCIAL EVENTS. YOU KNOW PROPER ETTIQITE IS TO DISCARD YOUR BRA AND HANG YOUR PANTIES FROM YOUR LEFT WRIST TO USE AS NAPKINS!"

Reggie noticed Penny suddenly miss a step in her designer 4 inch fire red heels and momentarily pause to shake her pretty head. Penny blinked several times with confusion in her eyes then gasped, creamy white neck and cheeks turning crimson as she not so subtly clutched hands to chest. Her obscene outfit stretched to its limits, she seemed to slink to the floor as wide embarrassed eyes searched the crowd to gage if anyone had noticed her faux pas while pulling her blouse at the low collar to confirm her suspicions. With a look of horror and panic filled eyes, she quickly worked shaking fingers to release the delicate buttons attempting to fasten her too-small blouse. Breathing heavily, The blouse was quickly unfastened to her skirt and parted to rest on her shoulders to release heavy tit flesh lovingly squeezed into Eve's undersized red laced bra cups. Penny then reached with frantic hands to unfasten the front hook and quickly remove the offending garment in one fluid motion while continuing to avert her gaze from the women around her. Bending slightly at the knees, Penny slowly peeled her tight leather pencil skirt to her waist to reveal creamy thigh flesh with her left hand while reaching beneath the skirt towards her crotch with the right.

Had she been watching, Penny would have noticed every woman in the hall performing the same erotic ritual in her own way.

Reggie smirked as Penny abruptly straightened, deposited her red lace bra unceremoniously over her shoulder to join dozens of similar silk, lace, and satin garments to decorate the marble floor. She then wrapped her red lace napkin around left wrist until needed, pausing to removing a small plastic container from her powder blue clutch purse. The last Reggie saw of Penny, the crowded room seemed to collapse around her as she sloppily applied his seed to her puckered lips.

Having reached his destination at the large ornate wood doors marking the entrance to the ballroom, Reggie took a moment to study his three newest subjects.

Sitting casually to the right behind the large wood table sat a chocolate skinned woman of about 5 foot 10 Reggie thought to be in her mid thirties wearing an expression of pure boredom in her deep brown eyes as she lazily examined manicured nails. She wore a sleeveless shimmering gold drape neck blouse that folded from elegant neck to bulging chest to hint subtly at the generous C cup mocha tit flesh peaking beneath. She sat idly crossing long slender legs capped with 3 inch closed toe golden heels extending from beneath tasteful knee length white business skirt. A slim gold leather belt matching blouse and heels fastened at her wide hips served more as decoration to highlight her hourglass figure than practical purpose.

Her full, dark hair fell in waves to just below the shoulders, framing narrow sculpted cheeks, slender upturned nose, and lush fuckable lips. A matching white blazer draped over the back of the well cushioned carved wood chair she occupied, matching the light wool material of the paired skirt. She sat rhythmically tapping the gold lacquered nails of her right hand on the thick wood table surface while taking delicate nibbles from a plate of hor d'oeuvres with her right. Reggie watched as she lazily devoured a deviled egg, pausing only to remove some creamy yellow filling residue from her painted lips with white satin panties before reaching for another. Reggie stepped over the matching white satin bra as he continued to approach the table.

To her left sat a young woman of about 5 foot 8 Reggie guessed to be in her late twenties with shoulder length golden blonde hair in heavy lush curls to her shoulders. She wore a starched white fitted blouse hugging smallish apple sized tits and accentuating lean, slender arms with stiff capped sleeves at the elbows fastened by delicate pear buttons. A flattering black leather skirt sat high on hips, hugging her trim tummy to slightly flare at the hem as it dropped to mid thigh. Strappy open toed sandals fastened at the ankles and above the toes graced her pedicured feet, with nails painted powder pink to match the small fabric rose on the black leather choker at her neck and the subtle blusher accenting high cheeks. Her 3 inch heels tapped on the floor in rhythm with long slender legs that bounced with nervous energy as she stared wide eyed and open mouthed around the ballroom as if surrounded by royalty. She gazed about the room starry eyed while lightly dabbing at the perspiration beading at her neck and chest with powder pink lace panties. The cups of her matching powder pink bra could be seen hanging from the foliage of a large potted plant near the entry doors.

The final woman seated at the far left of the table sat stiffly in her cushioned wood chair with straight back and calculating eyes critically studying the ball room and its occupants. Guessing her to be a petit 5 foot 4 with long straight ink blue black hair falling to just above the small of her back and almond shaped eyes hinting of Asian ancestry, she sat with arms folded tightly below modest tits with her conservative 2 inch closed toe heels planted firmly to the floor. She wore a flattering black silk pinstripe skirt suit with fitted skirt falling just below clamped knees and tight enough to hint at the long smooth leg and thigh flesh concealed below. The matching 3 button blazer fastened to just above her modest tits to spread at wide lapels that continued to wrap her slender neck. The snow white silk of her bow neck blouse spilled at the wrists and cuffs of her blazer, with the silk bow at her throat elaborately arranged to rest in perfect symmetry between the lapels. Thin framed designer reading glasses perched on her delicately sloped nose, with subtly painted lips below pursed in contemplation. She sat seemingly unaware of her right hand kneading the shiny bunched fabric of her black silk panties as she ran it through her fingers for stress relief, with the matching black silk bra haphazardly deposited on the floor before her chair.

All three woman perked up in unison as they noticed his approach. Wide eyes turned lascivious as each quickly worked to straighten non existent creases in clothing, run fingers through hair for increased volume, and freshen make up as he stepped closer.

Reggie gave his best charming smile as he advanced while directing his thoughts towards the three unsuspecting women:

"YOU WILL ANSWER ALL REGGIE'S QUESTIONS WITH COMPLETE HONESTY AND KEEP NOTHING FROM HIM. YOU WILL IMMEDIATELY AGREE WITH ANY SUGGESTION REGGIE MAKES WITH ABSOLUTE CONVICTION AS IF THE THOUGHT WERE YOUR OWN!"

The mocha skinned beauty rose first, running long slender hands to smooth the front of her skirt while favoring him with inviting eyes and warm smile as she extended her right hand across the table in greeting.

"Why hello there, handsome". She purred while licking plump freshly painted lips. "It's not often we get....", she made a show of drawing her eyes the length of his body, pausing to linger at his crotch. "....MEN". She drew a long slow breath serving to enhance her silk draped chocolate orbs as she breathed the word. " at our fund raising events...". She continued, dangling her right hand prettily as she reached her left to sensually graze her stiffening nipples now quite visible due to abandoned bra. "My name is.....".

"Miyako Sakemoto!" Reggie's soon to be Geisha blurted to his left, quickly extending her own hand in greeting to intercept her mocha skinned rival. Spurred by the aggressive flirting of her Table companion, the petit Asian thought to counter her advances with similar tactics.

"But my 'friends' call me Mia". She blushed above the silk bow at her neck while leaking a girlish giggle.

Reggie noticed the young blonde sat wide eyed and red faced in stunned silence, clearly the subordinate of one or both of the older women. She gazed at Reggie adoringly while continuing to slowly press her dampened pink laced panties to collect the growing perspiration along the flushed base of her neck.

"Madison Franklin". The chocolate skin woman coolly interrupted while glowering at her Asian companion. "My friends call me Madison". She sarcastically continued, clearly a jab at the over eager Mia's too-forward introduction.

"Samantha Blake!", the young blonde squeaked, then sunk into her seat as both Madison and Miyako targeted her with jealous, threatening eyes.

"Would you care for a refreshment sir?", a ponytailed brunette asked at Reggie's side while proffering a silver plate with arranged champagne glasses.

Paulina, her professional name tag read, appeared to be in her early twenties and wore a traditional caterers uniform consisting of fitted white collared tuxedo style blouse fastened to the collar with black pearl buttons over a front bib of folded material from chest to waist attempting to conceal perky B cup tits. Her wide hips and spankable ass were clearly defined beneath a stylish black wool above the knee pencil skirt, slit up the side to reveal creamy white thigh flesh. Low 2 inch closed toe heels for ease of movement through the ballroom completed her professional appearance, with modest pearl studded earnings and a black silk bow tie accenting her pretty features. Reggie noticed her large dark nipples from bra less tits were quite visible beneath her blouse, with purple lace panties fluttering from left wrist..

"Why should the guests have all the fun?", Reggie mused while focusing his thoughts within the crowded ball room:

"THE CATERING STAFF ARE ALL RAGING BISEXUAL NYMPHOMANIACS LOOKING FOR A CULTURED SOCIALITE MILF TO DOMINATE. YOU WILL ALL STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND FIND SOMEONE MEETING YOUR PERSONAL SEXUAL PREFERENCE AND ASK THEM TO SLOW DANCE!"

Reggie noticed young Paulina's eyes flutter and refocus to a predatory stare as she surveyed the ballroom with new found interest.

As Paulina placed her tray on the table, she ran her hands over blouse clad tits to tweak long stiff nipples clearly on display beneath the soft cotton material. She licked her lips hungrily while gazing seductively towards Miyako and Madison as Reggie's thoughts continued:

"IF ANY GUESTS SEE HOR D'OEUVRES OR WINE TRAYS UNATTENDED, THEY WILL IMMEDIATELY PICK THEM UP TO DISTRIBUTE ABOUT THE ROOM. IF YOU ARE ASKED TO DANCE, YOU WILL IMMEDIATELY FALL IN LUST WITH THE PERSON ASKING AND WILL BECOME THIER DEVOTED SUBMISSIVE FUCK SLUT UNTILL MIDNIGHT!"

Paulina abruptly turned to strut into the depths of the crowd to locate an unwilling partner with ponytail swishing in time with each heeled step. Reggie noticed several young women of the uniformed catering staff around him similarly relive themselves of serving trays and pitchers to saunter into the sea of well dressed women with purposeful strides and wolfish smiles.

Eyeing the abandoned silver plate of champagne glasses, Miyako, Madison, and Samantha all stepped forward to fill in for Paulina's absence.

"Not you ladies...", Reggie interrupted, causing their reaching hands to pause in place. "Please be seated". He continued as both Miyako and Madison returned to the opposite side of the table, smoothed their skirts in back, and primly seated themselves with curious eyes trained on Reggie. All three woman sat expectantly, crossing long slender legs to allow strategic views of ripe thigh flesh concealed beneath their tasteful skirts.

"We're going to play a little game", Reggie continued while grabbing a nearby chair to swing it around so the back faced the table. Stepping forward to straddle the chair, he pulled a deck of cards from his shirt pocket and placed them on the table in front of the confused Miyako, Samantha, and Madison.

"You ladies ever play WHORE?", Reggie asked while beginning to shuffle the deck.

"I beg your pardon!?", Mia stuttered to his left, raising her arms to fold beneath her modest tits.

"As if...", Samantha chimed in with a roll of her brilliant blue eyes.

"I think this conversation is quite over!", Madison stated while driving her hands palms down to the table top with a resounding thump.

All three women motioned to rise from their seats to find themselves stuck firmly in place due to Reggie's earlier command. They still found Reggie strangely attractive, but the foreign newly found desire was confusing, conflicting with the social sensibilities that formed the foundation of the WWE organization.

This was what Reggie enjoyed most. It was far too easy to **** his influence into their pliable minds, resulting in reactions like mindless marionettes with no perception of their actions. While this admittedly could be fun on occasion, Reggie much preferred issuing objective commands to gage how their warped minds interpreted his instruction.

And then sitting back to observe the spectacle.

"Nonsense ladies", Reggie favored them all with thin grin and knowing eyes. "I'm sure you are all quite eager to play WHORE....", he noticed their hard gazes blossom to warm eyes and inviting smiles. "And can't wait to defeat your companions". Each woman glanced at her two rivals with a competitive glean while licking painted lips in anticipation.

"Let's get started!", Miyako called enthusiastically while arranging the silk bow at her throat and adjusting rectangular framed glasses.

"I'm totally in!", chirped Samantha as she scooted closer to the table edge.

"You ladies have no idea what you're in for!", Madison sang with confidence as she cracked long slender fingers while clearing the table before her.

"Wonderful". Reggie replied, again favoring each woman individually with a crooked smile. "My name is Reggie". He introduced with a flourish of hands as he continued to shuffle. "But you can call me...". He tapped the deck of cards lengthwise against the table surface to straighten them. "Master", Reggie concluded, having separated the cards into three even piles.

"I've had about enough of your discriminatory remarks!". Mia spat with distaste, but made no effort to move from her seated position.

"Ha!". Samantha responded with a snort and a mocking giggle. She too folded arms beneath pert tits, unknowingly serving to further pronounce the large pink nipples beneath her thin fitted white blouse.

"You are", Madison added, reaching a well manicured hand towards the small plate of hor d'oeuvres to her left. "Rather brazen!". She spat, continuing to nibble on a ranch coated carrot stick as she dabbed some of the creamy substance from her bottom lip with white satin panties.

"Ladies". Reggie interrupted undeterred. "You're all quite mistaken!". He had finished his champagne and reached towards the abandoned tray to take another. "You love referring to me as Master". He took a casual sip from the highly carbonated beverage. "And it actually makes you rather horny to do so!". He placed his glass on the table to gage each women's reaction.

"Absolutely Master!", Miyako blurted from his left, blushing slightly as she wrung slender hands on the table.

"Please, forgive my ignorance...", The young blonde Samantha called sheepishly directly across from him. "Master!", she squeaked while sliding creamy thighs to create warm friction beneath her stylish leather skirt.

"Maaaaaster!", Madison hissed as the word rolled off her tongue. She languidly straightened her back to thrust generous gold silk clad tit flesh in Reggie's direction. She raised her hands from the table to brush stiff nipples to attention while cooing with half lidded eyes.

"First", Reggie clapped his hands for effect to draw each women from their sexually charged daydreams. "I'll need to ask a few questions", he continued, turning in his inverted chair to face Miyako. "Please state your name and profession". Reggie asked the enamored petit Asian to his left.

"Miyako Sakomoto", she answered with no hint of her Asian ancestry in her cultured voice. Reaching to the hem to tug the front of her designer pinstripe blazer taught over her modest tits, she continued. "Headmistress of Fair Oaks Parochial School for Young Women". Miyako concluded stiff backed with pride filled eyes and slightly upturned nose.

"Oh, you mean that charm school for future trophy wives?", Reggie responded while raising his eyebrows to gage Miyako's reaction.

"Master!", she spat disapprovingly. "We teach our young women invaluable life skills", Miyako retorted while fixing Reggie with keen eyes and tight lipped scowl. "Along with a strict regiment of studies regarding all facets of social aptitude and decorum!", her voice gradually increased in octave while arranging the white silk bow at her neck. She then brought her right hand to her forehead to lightly dab heated perspiration from her furrowed brow with black silk panties. "We train our young women to become productive contributors to society!", she concluded, now red faced with budding anger and glaring at Reggie with challenging eyes.

Reggie actually knew the place quite well. Eve had been a Charm School graduate and insisted that McKenzie attend to follow in her mother's example. Unfortunately, McKenzie was far too interested in cutting classes for impromptu dating and sneaking out for after hour clubbing to fulfill Eve's expectations. After McKenzie's third expulsion, the exasperated Eve had acquiesced and allowed her daughter to drop from the curriculum, but only after an obscene amount of finances had been wasted towards countless fines and tuition on classes never attended.

Coincidentally, this was also where Reggie had taken an intro to cinema summer elective as a matter of convenience as Eve made frequent visits to the Fair Oaks campus on a weekly basis anyway to attend McKenzie's disciplinary school hearings. He smiled fondly as pleasant memories of Ms. St. Claire surfaced from his time in the four week program. She always seemed to balance that fine line between professional and scandalous with her wardrobe pairings of form fitting pencil skirts and fitted silk blouses caressing every curve of her womanly body. With her thick brunette tresses streaked with warm brown highlights arranged in a messy bun and small rectangular glasses perched at the end of her elegantly arched nose, she commanded the classroom strutting on barely appropriate 3 inch heels while oozing confidence and sexuality. Reggie dedicated many a late evening with her as the object of his lust filled fantasies that summer.

"Is Ms. St. Claire still a member of your faculty?", Reggie asked the flustered and slightly fuming Miyako to his left.

"Of course!", the Asian woman immediately brightened to grace Reggie with beaming eyes. "In fact, Angela and I arrived together this evening!", Reggie perked up and reflexively scanned the room as she continued. "I'm not exactly sure where she is at the moment...", Miyako's pretty face frowned slightly, but quickly melted into an eager smile. "Shall we search the crowd for her...", she blurted out a little to quickly as a testament to her desperation to get Reggie away from her two competitors. "Together...", she husked, then blushed deeply as if embarrassed by her aggressive behavior.

"Perhaps later", Reggie replied while turning his attention back to the three women seated before him. "Write your mobile number and home address on the back of your business card and hand it to me." Miyako nodded briskly while fumbling towards her designer purse to prepare the requested items.

Reggie took the opportunity to focus on the cute young blonde woman directly in front of him taking nervous nibbles of plump pink painted bottom lip while anxiously awaiting her turn to be questioned.

An oily smile spread across his lips as he addressed young Samantha. "Tell me your name and occup.....".

"Samantha Blake!", she enthusiastically interrupted, her hands nervously gripping the hem of her A line leather skirt as she continued. "Jr. Legal Advisor at Blake and Summers, Attorneys at Law.", she concluded with a snap of her jaw and wide expressive eyes as her skin crimsoned above milky tit flesh to her neck in response to her over eagerness to please Reggie.

"Another fucking lawyer..", Reggie grumbled under his breath to himself. Sensing Reggie's disapproving mood, the earnest young blonde spoke on in an attempt to gain his favor.

"My mother Corinne is the firm founder...", she leaned forward in her chair to rest her manicured pink nailed hands palms down on the table before her. "Both mother and Ms. Summers are here this evening...", she continued, swiveling her head in an attempt to locate both. She tentatively edged her hands forward towards Reggie while earning sharp glances of distaste from the two women flanking her. "If you'd like, we could go search for them....", Reggie glanced at Samantha with raised eyebrows and both Miyako and Madison leaked low growls of discontent as she clasped his hands in her own. "Together..... Master", she leaned forward to whisper with a seductive lick of quivering lips while gazing on Reggie with eyes filled with sexual intention. "I'd just LOVE to introduce you!", she concluded, gently running her nimble fingers to trace the length of his wrists and hands as she reluctantly withdrew to rest them in her skirted lap.

"That's Quite enough Samantha!", Madison interrupted the overly friendly introduction with a reprimanding tone in her voice. "You would do well to control yourself...", the dark skinned beauty continued, tilting her head slightly to address the flirtatious blond. "Lest we be **** to inform your mother of this shameless behavior." Madison concluded with a click of her tongue that set the young blonde to cowering.

Samantha squeaked in recognition while daring to reach forward one last time to deposit her address and mobile phone scribed business card before Reggie and then quickly recoiling both hands as if bitten to rest daintily in her lap.

Dismissing the young blonde with a satisfactory nod, Madison turned her attention to Reggie as her pretty face seemingly erupted in a warm inviting smile of lush painted lips and dazzling white teeth.

"Madison Franklin, COO, owner, and lead designer for Madison 148", she proudly stated while sliding wet pink tongue over perfect white teeth. "Elegant fashions for the modern, sophisticated woman". She concluded while sliding a custom business card towards Reggie etched with home address and personal mobile phone number.

Reggie collected the proffered card to gather with Samantha's and Miyako's to store in his shirt pocket. He had only inherited his new ability for almost a full day, but surely he could see the potential prospects of manipulating the headmistress of a boarding school, the daughter of an affluential female lawyer, and the owner of a high end fashion boutique. He grinned wickedly in anticipation, but that was to be reserved for another time and place.

"Flattering fashions for stunning women", Madison continued, pressing her hands palms down to outline her hourglass curves tastefully clad in gold silk blouse and clinging white pencil skirt. "Unlike the PRUDE!..", she casually flicked her wrist towards the Asian headmistress, prompting Miyako to quickly remove her concealing pinstripe blazer to fold over her chair back in response. "And the TART!...", she nodded her head towards the enraged blonde legal assistant now fixing Madison with hate filled eyes.

"Thank you Ms. Franklin". Reggie briskly responded while turning to Miyako. "Now Miya.....".

"Mrs. Franklin", Madison interrupted while flashing an obscenely gaudy wedding band fitted with large cut diamonds glittering from the finger of her limp left wrist. Both Miyako and Samantha sighed heavily and rolled eyes as if witnessing the display many times before.

Reggie decided to have some improvised fun at Madison's expense.

"Nice rock Madison", Reggie commented with feigned interest as Madison flexed her fingers to set the band sparkling. "But aren't you concerned?", he paused, looking to his left and right for added affect. Reggie then lowered his voice and leaned closer. "Flaunting such an expensive piece of jewelry around in public?". He again looked over his shoulder as if being watched.

"Why Master....", the fashionista responded with a light tinkling laugh. "Surely you're not suggesting that anyone present would be so AUDACIOUS as to attempt thievery!", regardless of her vocal assurances of such a preposterous statement, she withdrew her hand to toy with the draped gold silk at her abundant tit flesh and then casually rest on her skirt clad lap to remove the ring from site.

"I don't know Madison..", Reggie continued with a hint of skepticism. "I KNOW that there are at least a few women present who would LOVE a new jewelry piece to add to their collection". Reggie paused briefly to let his words sink in as truth.

Glancing wide eyed about her with a nervous smile, Madison stealthily brought her right hand from the table surface and proceeded to wrench the jewel encrusted band from her finger. Eyes still darting about conspiratorially and with a sickly smile on her pained lips, she reached for the designer white leather purse on the table to her left.

"You're not going to stow such a valuable piece of jewelry in your PURSE!", Reggie hissed in a hushed whisper. Madison abruptly paused in her motions and gazed at Reggie with eyes pleading for direction. Her bottom lip quivered prettily as he continued. "Easy pickings for some uncouth vagrant.", he placed his hands on hers to shield the ring leaning forward to whisper in her ear. "Swallow it...".

"Swallow it...?", she mouthed with tilted head and questioning eyes trained on Reggie. "Of course!" She noticeably brightened as she rationalized that the ring would be safe in a location only she could access.

"Exactly!", Reggie responded with a smug nod of his head. "From now on, whenever you are planning an evening out....", Madison hung on Reggie's words with rapt attention. "You will swallow your ring before leaving the house so as to not lose it or have it stolen!", the dark skinned woman nodded eagerly while reaching for a champagne glass from the tray by her side. "And when you get home later that evening...", Madison dropped the wedding band in the creamy ranch dressing cup on her small plate to thoroughly coat in the substance. "You will squat on top of your kitchen counter over a large bowl...", she extended her pretty pink tongue and deposited the white coated ring on its tip. "And get your ring back!", with an audible gulp, Madison slightly grimaced as she chased her expensive stone appetizer with champagne. "Of course, you'll want to be fully clothed, wearing your highest heels, and your panties as a hat when retrieving your ring". Reggie concluded by making a show of dusting his hands towards the woman currently gently patting her chest in an effort to assist in digestion.

"Thank you...", Madison coughed while continuing to lightly tap her chest. "Master..", she choked on the word and again reached for her champagne glass.

"Now, where were we?", he asked the table of women now not so subtly snickering at the coughing Madison.

Reggie turned to address the Asian headmistress on his left. "Miya....."

"Excuse me.....Ladies!", he heard a voice sing-song at his back.

"Mother fuck!", Reggie cursed, quickly loosing his patience at the constant interruptions. Though the fact that all three women seated at the table sat stiffly with wide eyes and color drained faces made him slightly curious as to the clicking heels steadily approaching from behind.

"What is the meaning of this?", Reggie heard the not unpleasant voice traced with cultured Brittish accent to his right, prompting him to turn his head to address his most recent nuisance.

A stately red haired woman Reggie guessed to be in her mid forties standing at approximately 5 foot 10 gazed down on the women with fierce green eyes and slender hands resting on wide hips. Her abundant womanly curves were clad in a deep red skirt suit with below the knee pencil skirt and black lace accent at the hem, serving to deliciously hug shapely thighs and wide hips in a tight silk embrace. A matching three button blazer with elbow length sleeves and black lace detailing at the lapels and small pockets near the hem and above the left breast hung from her frame, currently worn unfastened to display enticing hints of heavy mounded tit flesh with trim tummy below. Reggie imagined she must have been wearing some sort of lingerie below which was discarded due to his earlier instructions. Designer 3 inch closed toe heels decorated pretty feet, with a long strand of cultured pearls draped at her neck to nestle within her expansive cleavage. Her red mane streaked with subtle traces of scattered gray sat atop her head in an elaborate arrangement of golden combs, with two long strands twining from behind the ears to rest at the shoulders. Reggie smiled as he noticed red satin panties hanging from her left wrist, and the small rectangular name tag firmly attached above her exposed left breast.

Judging from the way his current playthings were nervously avoiding direct eye contact as the newcomer studied each individually, Reggie assumed the redhead to be a figure of some considerable authority. She current stood with hands planted on wide hips palms down with pursed lips and calculating eyes on the three seated women.

Reggie decided to sit back and see what happens.

"I asked...", she listed in her accent while glowering at each women in turn. "What IS..!", she stared accusingly at Miyako. "The MEANING...!", she leaned forward to address the young blonde currently studying the hands in her lap. "Of THIS....!", she finally turned to Madison who, to her credit, matched the woman's intense gaze, if not slightly marred by the occasional cough and gulp of champagne.

"I'm so sorry Ms. Fitzgerald", Miyako spoke up first. "I trust you're enjoying the evening!", she quickly added in attempt to change subjects.

"Good evening Ma'am!", Samantha chimed in sheepishly, "We're greeting incoming guests!", she reached towards the table to arrange the stacks of propaganda pamphlets before her. "Just as you asked!", the young Jr. Lawyer announced, eager to please.

Madison merely harrumphed, patted her chest slightly to stifle a cough, and then reached to take another generous gulp of champagne.

"Whooooo...", Ms. Fitzgerald asked, stretching the word and gesturing across the table with red satin panties dangling from left wrist. "Left this serving tray unattended?", she finished, tapping her right heeled foot impatiently while lifting arms to fold beneath heavy tits. Reggie quite enjoyed the way her crossed arms **** her unfastened blazer to part further to reveal large stiff nipples hiding below.

As the three women stammered for an explanation, Reggie thought this was fine timing to intervene on his ladies' behalf.

"My apologies...", Reggie took the opportunity to rise from his seat and face the redheaded woman. "These women were assisting me with some very important research...", her eyes seemed to soften as Reggie further explained. "You will forgive them, won't you?", Reggie leaned in closely to read the name tag adhered to the designer silk blazer above her left breast. "Betsy Wetsy?", he concluded, returning to his seat to watch the woman with anticipation.

Ms. Fitzgerald blinked emerald green eyes in rapid succession while raising red satin panties to dab the building perspiration at her exposed neck. Shaking her head slightly to adjust to the new instructions rewiring her brain, her harsh scowl evaporated to a warm accommodating smile as she reached towards one of the silver trayed champagne glasses. Bringing the glass steadily to her mouth, she parted red painted plump lips to drain half the glass down her suddenly parched throat. With a blissful smile and half lidded eyes, the statuesque redhead hugged her arms to her waist and clenched shapely thighs as a damp patch slowly spread across the crotch of her designer silk skirt.

Ms. Martha Fitzgerald, renowned as one of the most influential and wealthy woman, entrepreneur and philanthropist with achievements recognized all over the globe, smiled dumbly while pissing herself.

Miyako, Samantha and Madison failed in attempts to stifle snickers as a small puddle of the transparent yellow tinted fluid pooled beneath Ms. Fitzgerald's designer 3 inch heels.

"Dear me...!", Ms. Fitzgerald announced, appearing to break from her reprieve to examine the tainted liquid gathered beneath her. "Someone's made a little mess!", she continued with a click of her tongue while bending gracefully at locked knees to gently lower herself towards the floor. "What do I have to do to teach you ladies some manners?", she reprimanded while removing the red satin panties from her left wrist to mop at the foul substance. Having cleaned the mess below her, the redhead slowly straightened while depositing the saturated red silk rag in the small blazer pocket at her waist. With a satisfied nod, she wiped soiled hands on the silk covered thighs of her designer skirt while again addressing the table, this time with a pleasant smile.

"Well, as they say!", she sang while reaching for the tray of champagne glasses. "If you want something done right.....", she smiled while offering the tray towards Reggie and the women seated at the table.

"Sir, Ma'am's?", she asked, bending slightly at the waist serving to cause her pendulous tit flesh to hang heavily below her open blazer.

"No thank you...", they each announced in turn. With a gracious smile and slight bow, Ms. Fitzgerald, acting chairwoman of the WWE regional branch, nodded politely and turned on designer heels to serve drinks to the large mass of women socializing at the center of the ballroom.

"Thank you...!" Madison called towards the redhead's retreating shapely ass. "Betsy Wetsy!", she smiled maliciously while easing herself back in her well cushioned chair.

Reggie peered curiously over his shoulder as Ms Fitzgerald appeared to miss a step, pausing in her advance towards the crowd of women to straighten her back. She then noticeably shivered, slumping her shoulders as yellow tinged liquid again streamed down her inner thighs to puddle at her feet.

The women at the table now openly laughing, Reggie slowly wrung his hands as he turned in his seat to address them.

It was well past time to wrap this up.

"Miyako", he asked the smitten Asian headmistress. "How many entrances are there to the ball room?".

"I believe there are two, Master", she responded quickly while batting long lashes and running pink tongue over plump lips to invitingly wet them. "The double doors behind us", she gestured over her shoulder to indicate the two solid paneled wood doors to their immediate left. "And a pair of doors as a service entrance to the ballroom kitchen". She pointed to the left of the room where several well dressed 'guests' were seen carrying silver trays stacked with champagne glasses and hor d'oeuvres through a swinging door. "The remaining doors are exit only and can not be opened from the outside", she concluded, leaning slightly forward in her seat as if expecting a reward for her obedience.

"Very good", Reggie responded, taking mental note.

"Of course Master!", Miyako almost squealed, promptly earning glares from the women seated to her left.

"Now Miyako", Reggie continued, watching her intently through steepled fingers. "What would you say is Madison's most irritating quality?", He asked as Madison abruptly coughed wide eyed to his right.

"Now just one moment!", Madison directed her raised voice towards Miyako with rage filled eyes. "I don't see....", she paused to sip at her champagne glass to quell another fit of coughing. Clearing her throat, she continued. "....How this has any relation to our game of WHORE!", she spat while attempting to raise her padded bum off her seat for emphasis. "I will NOT tolerate this SLANDER any long.....".

"Madison", Reggie turned to interrupt her tirade, not amused by her outburst "Shut the FUCK up and stick your right thumb in your mouth and your left up your ass!".

Glaring **** at Miyako, the dark skinned woman brought her extended right thumb to her mouth to deposit the digit between plump painted lips while reaching to her knees with her left hand to raise the hem of her tasteful white skirt past fleshy thighs to just below her shapely bum. Blushing slightly, she then wiggled her hips to shimmy the fabric to expose the generous globe of her left ass cheek. With eyes clenched shut and a slight grimace, Madison extended her left thumb and maneuvered the digit between the crevice of her substantial ass flesh to deposit within her warm virgin sphincter.

"Now suck on your right thumb and continue to move your left as you reflect on not being such a fucking CUNT!", Reggie sharply instructed.

Madison sat defiantly glaring at her two companions with challenging eyes while suckling her right thumb and rhythmically rotating her left in her anus.

"Miyako, please continue". Reggie turned from Madison's humiliating display, patiently waiting for Miyako's response.

With gloating eyes and slick smile trained on Madison, Miyako eagerly responded. "It's always the same with her....", the words poured from the Asian's mouth as if loosing a spigot. "I built my entire business from the ground up...", Miyako mocked with her best Madison impression. "I came from humble roots, was self educated, and worked my way to the upper echelon of high society", She went on with clearly pent up aggression towards the stunned Madison. "I'm soooooo dignified...", she spat the word with a slow eye roll. "No woman could POSSIBLY match MY style and grace!", she continued her rant, breathing heavily as if having undergone a much needed therapy session. "THAT is the Madison WE know!", Having made her point, she looked around the table at her colleagues watching her in stunned silence. Miyako blushed slightly in response, reaching to smooth the cool white silk of her blouse over stiff prominent nipples and readjusting the silk bow at her neck in an effort to regain her composure.

"Oookay...", Reggie cut the tension with a sharp clap of his hands. "Our dear Madison fancies herself a self made aristocrat". Reggie spoke more to himself. "Thanks for sharing Miyako". He glanced towards the now furiously blushing Asian. "Samantha?", he asked the young blonde pseudo lawyer sitting opposite the table. "Please tell me what you find to be Miyako's most notable character flaw?".

Miyako cast threatening eyes towards Samantha, unaware of Reggie's earlier command that they all be completely honest and that the poor woman couldn't hold back if she wanted.

Taking a deep breath serving more to stretch the starched white fabric of her blouse over stiff aching nipples than to clear her thoughts, the young blonde responded to Reggie's query.

"If I have to hear, ONE MORE fucking TIME, about her GENIUS level IQ.....", Samantha began her own diatribe towards the unsuspecting Miyako. "I'm going to STAB my fucking ear drums with a nail file!", Samantha turned to glare at the headmistress to her right while continuing in mocking tones. "MY IQ is 143...", she brought her hand to her nose to adjust invisible glasses in her best Miyako impression. "I graduated TOP HONORS from university....", Samantha continued, emphasizing her point by gesturing to adjust a nonexistent bow at her throat as was Miyako's habit. "Well that's just FUCKING great!", the blonde harrumphed while settling back in her seat breathing heavily. "Give it a fucking REST babe....", she spat towards the red faced Asian. "We're ALL tired of hearing it...!", she concluded, folding her arms beneath her smallish tits as they slowly settled with dissipating anger.

Reggie noticed Madison nodding in agreement to her left, occasional wincing as she continued to work her left thumb in the depths of her anus.

"So Miyako is rather prideful of her intelligence", Reggie noted. "Thank you Samantha". Reggie rather liked the passion in this girl and knew he would be seeing more of her in the future.

Samantha blushed prettily in response, pressing her hands in her skirted lap to smooth the soft leather while avoiding eye contact from the women to her left and right.

"And now, dear Madison", Reggie finally addressed the woman pacifying herself with right thumb in mouth and left buried up her sphincter. "Please tell us what you find most irritating about our lovely Samantha", all eyes turned towards the orifice stuffed woman.

"Wshl shle ish.....", she spoke around mouth full of thumb.

"Take your fucking thumb out of your godamn mouth you stupid twit", Reggie instructed while shaking his head and to a chorus of giggles from Miyako and Samantha.

Madison blushed brightly while removing her improvised pacifier to extend a thin strand of drool linking digit to plump bottom lip. She promptly addressed the errant saliva with a quick dab of white satin panty. After clearing her throat, and a light cough, she turned to face Samantha.

"I mean, SERIOUSLY...", she gestured to the blonde with her right hand, her left dutifully occupied with tweaking her ass hole. "How can ANY woman expect to be taken seriously looking like THAT", she spat towards Samantha, shaking her head with disapproval before continuing. "She's only here because her mother FORCES her to attend these events", Madison turned her head from the girl with slightly upturned nose. "She'd much rather be off CLUBBING or looking for ANOTHER boyfriend....", emphasizing her point with a quick flick of wrist to set white satin panties fluttering, she once again glared at the cowering blonde. "Than actually working towards progressing our cause!", she concluded, promptly placing her right panty clad hand towards her mouth to redeposit her thumb between anxious lips with the cool white satin resting on her check as she looked to Reggie for direction.

"Aaaaand, Young Samantha appears to be a little over obsessed with young men and not actively committed to her sisters ongoing struggles". Reggie again noted. "Thank you Madison", he nodded in acknowledgement towards the mocha skinned woman.

"Opf cofprse Mafpsta!", she responded happily around spit lubricated thumb.

"All right ladies!", Reggie pulled his chair closer to the table. "This is how we play WHORE!", he announced while rubbing his hands together for effect. The ladies around him also maneuvered to position themselves closer to the table with Madison audibly grunting as her left thumb **** deeper into her aching rectum.

Reggie separated three pamphlets from the stacks on the table, pausing for a moment to read the propaganda printed on front. On the cover was a picture of Penny clad in the the 'power outfit' that she had arrived wearing at Eve's house earlier in the evening, though now it seemed an eternity ago. Reggie snickered to himself wondering how Eve was currently fairing in the thoroughly ravaged outfit she had swapped with Penny. He imagined at about this time she should still be wrapped in the ruined loose fitting blouse and skirt combination sucking her thumb on her large bed with either Shelby or Holly's thumb up her ass, while snoring contentedly.

The image featured His dedicated MILFy lawyer leaning casually against a court bench smiling smugly beneath the printed wording, "My Life, My Law", with additional writing further below indicating a book signing tour and Women's Working Equality lecture scheduled for this evening. Chuckling internally, he flipped each page to the blank back while pulling the black sharpie from his pocket.

Reggie took his time drawing a horizontal line near the top and a vertical line dividing each sheet equally in half. He then drew twenty five vertical tick marks in the left side column of each sheet as the women watched on with intense, curious eyes.

"Miyako", he addressed the Asian headmistress, writing her name on the top of the left most sheet before him. "Will be gambling the INTELLIGENCE she holds so dear", he wrote the word above the left hand column with the numerous tick marks below. "With her prize being....", Miyako continued to lean forward while working to arrange the bow at her neck with nervous fingers. "Stupid Bimbo Nympho WHORE!", he concluded eliciting a gasp from Miyako and lilting laughter from Samantha and Madison. A stern glance from Reggie immediately silenced the the two before he returned to writing the prize description above the right hand column. Miyako sat wide eyed with hung jaw as Reggie slid the paper to rest before her.

"And our lovely Samantha!", he turned to favor the attorney's daughter, then briefly paused to study the blonde. "Now that I think on it", he mused, scratching his chin for effect. "You don't look much like a Samantha....",

Anger bloomed on pretty cheeks and eyes narrowed threateningly as Samantha stammered in response. "I'll have you know....", she folded slender arms beneath smallish tits defiantly. "Mother named me after Grandmother...", the words fumbled from her pretty pink painted lips, flustered from her rising temper. "I'm honored to be named after one of the Founding Mothers of the WWE organization!". She concluded, smoothing her skirted lap while turning and inclining her head to sniff the air to her right.

"No...", Reggie went on, ignoring her monologue. "Judging from Madison's comments...", he tapped the capped end of the sharpie at his thin lips while contemplating. "Wouldn't something more like....", Samantha had her eyes clenched shut, refusing to even look at him from across the table. "CockGobbler, be much more appropriate". Reggie decided, already writing the name at the top of Samantha's 'score card'. Madison almost choked laughing around the thumb firmly rooted in her mouth and Miyako leaked an unladylike snort as Samantha's pretty features darkened while turning an even deeper shade of crimson. "Don't you think, CockGobbler?", Reggie finished writing while looking to Samantha for reaction.

"I find your SUGGESTION to be insulting, degrading, and inappropriate to suggest towards myself!", Samantha scolded with short rapid breaths skirting the line of hyperventilation. "And ALL women!", she spat at Reggie. Reggie could actually hear her breaths as a wheezing sound through clenched teeth as she went on. "You obviously have NO business being here!", she abruptly slammed her hands to the table palms down with an echoing thump. "And I'll KINDLY ask that you LEAVE this INSTANT". Reggie didn't think he had ever seen anyone so enraged, further evidenced by the shocked expressions of the women flanking her.

If Reggie didn't have omnipotent influence over these pliable bitches, he might have cause for concern.

"You're quite mistaken", Reggie smiled smugly, sliding his eyes over the enraged blonde. "You actually LOVE and PROUDLY go by the name CockGobbler....". Samantha's breath caught in a sharp intake of breath as she released a timid squeak from across the table. Her eyes noticeably softened and warm smile bloomed to replace threatening scowl as Reggie continued. "....and INSIST that everyone refers to you as such". The former Samantha regained her pleasant demeanor, reaching for her pink clutch purse to extract a small pink tube to freshen her lipstick. "Isn't that right?", Reggie turned to address her, "Samantha?" He tested as she pressed her lips together to evenly coat the freshly applied paint.

"Oh, Master", the blonde responded with a playful flick of pink panty dangling left wrist. "Samantha...", she spoke the name with obvious distaste. "Is my drab, middle name", replacing the cap to the lipstick tube, she dropped the cosmetic back in her purse. "Mother insists that I use at formal functions....", the accompanying eye roll let Reggie know how she felt about that. "But EVERYONE calls me CockGobbler". She concluded, favoring Reggie with brilliant smile and expressive eyes. "Now!", she reached across the table to playfully pat Reggie's hands. "Shall we continue with our game of WHORE?". Madison and Miyako laughed openly at the humiliatingly renamed blonde.

"Oh", Reggie spoke before moving on with the game. "And to make things interesting", he smiled across the table at CockGobbler. "You can only pronounce two words, Cock and Gobble", he returned the gentle pat on her hands before they were quickly recoiled in horror.

"Cock! Gobble, Gobble, Cock!", CockGobbler called with wide frantic eyes while clutching the choker at her throat. She looked pleadingly to the women at her left and right with panic stricken eyes.

"There's no need for concern". CockGobbler visibly relaxed as Reggie elaborated. "Miyako and Madison can translate for you if needed", Madison nodded towards the blonde while Miyako rester her left hand on CockGobblers shoulder in reassurance. "But you will start to gain the actions and mannerisms of a hen as the evening progresses", Reggie went on, smiling wickedly. "And will complete your full transformation by midnight", he concluded, again reaching for CockGobbler's score card on the table.

"Gobble! Gobble! Cock!", CockGobbler responded enthusiastically while looking at Miyako expectantly.

"Yes, Master", Miyako spoke from his left. "I too am ready to play some WHORE!", she then reached to soothingly pat CockGobblers Head.

"So then, Where were we", Reggie asked while studying CockGobblers score card. "CockGobbler will be putting up the HETEROSEXUALITY which monopolizes so much of her precious time and effort as stakes for the contest". Reggie wrote the word above the left column. "With her reward for winning being Submissive, Lesbian, Nympho , WHORE!", CockGobbler clicked her tongue in response while tentatively bending her left arm at the elbow to tuck her panty clad wrist in armpit. Realizing what she was doing, she immediately withdrew both hands to rest in her lap as Reggie wrote the prize description at the top of the right column and slid the paper across the table in front of CockGobbler.

"And finally, our dear Madison", Reggie turned to face the accomplished fashion designer with thumbs buried in mouth and ass while writing her name at the top of her scorecard. "Madison will be placing the SOPHISTICATION and CULTURE she worked so hard to achieve as gambling stakes", he paused to write the two words above her left hand column beneath her narrow watchful eyes from across the table. "And will be playing for the opportunity of being a Bisexual, Nympho, Ghetto, WHORE! as her reward!". Reggie announced to a fit of coughing from the dark skinned woman on his right glaring at him wide eyed. He wrote the words at the top of the right hand column and slid the sheet across the table to rest before Madison.

"So", Reggie exclaimed sitting upright in his chair. "The rules are quite simple", he continued as each woman eyed their portion of the card deck stacked before them.

"The column on the left of your scoresheet indicates a defining characteristic which you are overly proud of, with the tics below representing the level of dominance that trait holds in your personality", Reggie waited for each of the women to give a nod of confirmation before continuing. "The column on the right indicates the 'cure' or 'counter' characteristic to your prideful condition, with the tics below indicating the level of intensity similar to that in the left column", again he waited for nods of affirmation before resuming explanation. "Each time you win a hand, a tick will be removed from the left column and added to the right", He received a confirming head nod from each, though now with skeptical eyes. "The first to have zero tics in her left column and twenty five in her right wins!", Reggie concluded while placing his hands flat on the table.

"Gobble! Gobble! Cock!", CockGobbler interjected with both Miyako and Madison nodding in agreement.

"Yes, Master", Miyako spoke up while again patting CockGobbler's blonde head. "What again is our reward for winning?", she asked with her nervous habit of fiddling with the silk bow tied at her throat.

"I thought we went through this.", Reggie commented in feigned exasperation. "Miyako", he gestured to the Asian on his left. "You get to be a stupid bimbo nympho whore!", He turned to CockGobbler. "CockGobbler gets to be a submissive, lesbian, nympho, whore!", Lastly, he turned to Madison. "And Madison gets to be a bisexual, nympho, ghetto, whore!", Reggie concluded, leaning back against the wide eyed stares of horror from the women at the table.

"Cock! Gobble! Cock! Cock!", CockGobbler spoke up first.

"Agreed CockGobbler", Miyako once again translated before turning to face Reggie. "Master?", she asked quizzically, "how exactly is that considered a prize for victory?", she asked while folding arms beneath modest tits.

Reggie sighed audibly before answering. "I'm TRYING to teach you three dumb cunts a valuable lesson in HUMILITY!", he responded, stressing his point by throwing his arms in the air. "But you're too fucking STUPID to appreciate it", each of the women flinched as if struck.

"Besides", he added with a smirk and wanting to wrap this up so as to move on to more pressing matters. "This was all YOUR idea and asked ME for assistance".

suspicious eyes turned eager as each woman reached for the cards before them.

"Gobble! Cock!", CockGobbler excitedly exclaimed.

"Yes, how does one play", Miyako asked enthusiastically.

"Less starph alphredy!", Madison responded with eager eyes around mouth full of thumb.

"I assume you've all played the game WAR before?", he asked the seated women, receiving only blank expressions in response.

"Should have fucking known", Reggie grumbled to himself before continuing.

"I'll walk you through the first couple of rounds", Reggie commented towards the competitors. "And will leave you to finish the game without me", he concluded while each woman reshuffled the cards in front of them.

"Now, everyone repeat after me!", Reggie spoke slowly to the table. "One", Miyako and Madison repeated the words, licking lips in anticipation while CockGobbler clucked. "Two...", again, each mimed Reggie in their own way. "Three...", he stretched the word as all three women cast calculating glances at each other. "WHORE! flip your top card", Reggie yelled as three cards were turned upright on the table.

Madison's king beat Miyako's ten and CockGobbler's lowly two as she smiled victoriously around her spit slick thumb.

"Damn Strapht!" She gloated with a flick of panty clad wrist and shake of her neck. Realizing her uncouth response, she blushed slightly to regain her composure while crossing out a tick from her left column and adding one to her right.

"Congratulations Madison", Reggie clapped heartily, then turned to address each women. "You'll find the effects are instantaneous after a round is won".

He focused and projected instruction from his thoughts directly into their minds.

"One, two, three, WHORE!" The women all called enthusiastically over his continued explanation.

"Like, I win!", Miyako exclaimed, then clamped a hand to her mouth while fiercely blushing. She updated her scorecard appropriately before readying the next card for play.

"I'd like the woman who finishes first to come find me for a special reward", Reggie continued to issue instructions as they played on.

"One, two, three, WHORE!" They again called in unison.

"Like, I win again!", Miyako chirped, as her voice seemed to raise an octave. "This is like, FUN!", she smiled while again updating her scorecard.

"The other two ladies are to continue playing until the next competitors left column is reduced to zero". Reggie went on as the women appeared to be bickering at the table.

"Gobble! Cock! Cock!", CockGobbler glared angrily at Miyako while flapping her elbows with wrists tucked neatly beneath each armpit.

"Like whatever CockGobbler", Miyako responded with a roll of her eyes. "I did NOT, like, cheat!", the Asian headmistress countered while twining her long blue black hair between the fingers of her right hand.

"When the game has concluded, one woman will move to be stationed at the double doors behind you and the other at the doors in the caterers entrance and notify Reggie immediately if anyone attempts to enter the ballroom", Having concluded his preparations, Reggie slowly rose to his feet to the sounds of the heated card game behind him with personalities as stakes.

Wanting to cover his tracks and prevent any 'unfortunate' circumstances. Reggie turned one final time to focus his attention on the women enraptured in card playing at the table:

"AFTER YOU FALL ASLEEP TONIGHT, YOU WILL REVERT TO YOUR OLD PERSONA WITH NO RECOLLECTION OF THE EVENINGS EVENTS OTHER THAN IT BEING VERY PLEASANT. YOU WILL RECALL, DREAM ABOUT, AND OFTEN MASTERBATE OVER A HANDSOME YOUNG MAN YOU HAD MET BUT WILL NOT BE ABLE TO REMEMBER HIS FACE. IF IN THE FUTURE YOU ARE APPROACHED BY A YOUNG MAN INTRODUCING HIMSELF AS REGGIE SPEAKING THE PHRASE 'HELLO, MY NAME'S REGGIE, WANNA FUCK?' YOU WILL IMMEDIATELY REVERT TO YOUR POST GAME WHORES! PERSONA!"

With a deep breath, Reggie turned to face the room while dusting his hands from a job well done and smiled at the budding signs of chaos from his handiwork.

Countless bras of every style and material imaginable littered the floor, seating, and even the buffet table, with what Reggie observed to be a lacy pink satin number draped from the neck of the ice swan sculpture.

He guessed that about eighty percent of the guests had been 'tagged' by McKenzie, and he could in fact see his maid step-sister on the other side of the ballroom placing a sticker on the forehead of a striking blonde woman with elaborate up-due wearing a flattering black silk pinstripe skirt suit over a blood red silk collared blouse. The blonde paid no mind, continuing in her conversation as the fetish maid McKenzie flattened the sticker on her forehead and proceeded to attach another on her suited left breast.

Reggie noticed a substantial crowd had gathered before the elegantly gowned musicians, consisting primarily of uniformed lady caterers roughly groping their enamored MILF dance partners. Looking back into the bustling crowd, Reggie observed several more of the sexed-up caterers stalking the mingling ladies like sharks in a pond full of guppies.

The crowd abruptly parted and Reggie saw Penny at the opposite side of the room surrounded by a large group of well dressed women. She was leaning forward to pat a confused looking redhead on the head while waggling the index finger of her left hand inches from the woman's face. Penny's red lace panties attached to left wrist hung delightfully under the redheads nose. To Penny's right, a tall brunette with lush brown locks pinned to her head wearing a stylish cream skirt suit and chocolate silk blouse looked on in horror as Penny continued her greeting as per Reggie's instructions.

Smiling to himself, Reggie thought on whether he should venture out into the Country Club to see if any fun could be had while the ballroom continued to percolate, or whether it was time to move on to the next round of fun.