Calling Tina

The phone rang only one time before Tina answered. Before I could even speak Tina quickly and anxiously asked “Master!? Is it you?! Please be you…”

“Jesus Tina,” I replied irritated, “have you been answering all of your phone calls like this?” I glanced over at Amy who was still passed out with my cum slowly trickling out of her cunt. I didn't expect she'd be stirring for at least a few more minutes.

"Yes, m-master... you left me and I couldn't find you..." she spoke with a wavering voice as she teared up. "I need to feel you, a-and taste you, and hear you call me a good girl again."

I listened to her shallow breaths for a moment. I tried to feel sorry for her. It was my fault that she felt this way. The only emotions I could conjure up were annoyance for her indiscretion, and lust because of how **** I'd already made her for me. "She should have known better and obeyed my intentions," I thought to myself.

"Tina, you haven't been good, so I'm not going to call you what you want me to," I spoke, carefully avoiding her trigger phrase, 'good girl'. "If you do what I tell you to do though, maybe we can change that..."

"I'll do anything! She begged with her voice still unsteady from crying and shaking. "Please let me be your good girl again."

It was clear this poor girl was suffering from withdrawals from addictions I implanted in her mind. I recalled that I made her mildly addicted to my cum, massively addicted to titty fucks and being my test subject, and moderately addicted to being called a "good girl." Those were only the major things too.

It was clear that her living on her own was going to be an issue. I should have caught on to that before I up and left the poor mindfucked girl. On the other hand, she should have kept her mouth shut instead of blabbing about me controlling her to her friend… and god knows who else.

“Alright Tina, here’s what you are going to do,” I spoke firmly. “Pack up a suitcase of your sexiest clothes. Lingerie, short skirts and dresses, and a few pairs of shoes. Also, grab any essentials you need to permanently move in with me. We will deal with fully moving you out later. Let your work know you won’t be coming in this week for personal reasons. Then pack up your car and drive to the address I'm about to text you.”

“I can *sniff* do that for you,” She replied in a happier voice, “but… I already got fired yesterday. Do you still need me to call them? Because I will if that’s what you want!”

“What!? How did you get fire…. You know what I don’t want to know right now.” I said with surprise, “just get your butt over here. Oh and DO NOT tell anyone where you’re going, or mention my name to ANYONE.”

We ended the conversation and I sent her my address. “Hopefully she’s still capable of driving and I'll see her late tonight.” I thought to myself.

In the meantime, I was getting tired of Amy still being in her pleasure-induced coma. My patience seemed to be getting thinner and thinner since I "evolved."

I grabbed the cute raven-haired girl by the shoulders and gave her a rough shake. This didn't rouse her whatsoever which was slightly worrisome. Since that didn't work I grabbed her black nipple rings and gave them a gentle, but still painful twist. That did the trick and Amy awoke with a gasp and quickly moved her hands straight to her tits.

"Why'd you do that!?," she asked groggily.

"I needed to wake you up," I replied nonchalantly.

She slightly shivered in pleasure as one of my earlier suggestions let her see that was a reasonable way to wake her up.

A brilliant smile showed up on her face for the first time since I'd met her. She also exaggerated the action of rolling her shoulders back to push out her tits for my benefit. The extra effort I put into the command to make her display herself in a pleasing way was already showing some benefits. I couldn't wait to see how she would interpret and change to suit my desires.

It was getting late in the afternoon, so I allowed Amy to get dressed back in her clothes sans the bra and panties. I wanted to take her shopping for a few outfits, makeup, and accessories to wear for me.