Black and White, the catgirls Jenny had made but hadn't bothered to ask for names, trailed along behind her while Chloe eagerly crawled alongside her neighbor, panting happily while screaming and crying inside.
Jenny strolled into the shoe store, looking back over her shoulder at her pets. She didn't see the well-dressed woman standing there, and ran right into the back of her. An angry scowl and a roll of the thirty-something brunette's blue eyes is followed by a snobbish, haughty curt cough as if she's waiting for an apology.
Jenny didn't give one, instead glaring at the woman while mashing buttons furiously on the remote. She liked the mind control function, a lot, and the brunette's eyes glazed as Jenny tapped 'ok.'
"You're obsessed with my ass. Your name is Cunt. Your only purpose in life is to worship my ass, to bury your fucking prissy little tongue in my asshole. Your whole existence depends on your lips happily pressing themselves against my pucker," Jenny said with a glare at the woman, who started off looking angry and thoroughly frustrated, but as Jenny's words sunk into her, the brunette's eyes began to roam over her controller's ass.
"Now strip me, Cunt," Jenny commanded, and Cunt was at once undressing the blonde sociopath, until she was completely naked.
Satisfied, Jenny crooked a finger at Cunt and urged her pets to follow along, winding her way through the aisles of shoes, barefoot, looking around for anything interesting. One of the employees approached her and her pets, not giving them a second look. "May I help you?" Amber, according to her name tag, asked. Amber's skin was a beautiful olive shade, a natural tan that gave the short girl an almost exotic look that Jenny absolutely needed to add to her collection.
"Well, as a matter of fact..." Jenny said with a sly grin, tapping a few buttons into the Chronivac remote. "Let's just make this easier," She muttered, configuring it so that everyone would obey her, no matter what she asked, then shooting herself with the thing. "Come bring your other coworkers over here, then start worshipping my feet," Jenny demanded.
She waited patiently, moving to sit on one of the nearby stools meant for trying on shoes. Her fingers idly brushed through Chloe's hair while the kittens played with eachother, which entailed a lot more fondling and kissing than Jenny had intended. She didn't mind, though. Cunt was in obvious distress from not having her tongue in Jenny's asshole. Jenny didn't mind that, either.
When Amber returned, a stern, older looking woman, perhaps in her forties, along with a redhead about the same age as Jenny accompanied her, along with a stockboy that seemed incredibly puzzled. As demaned, Amber was immediately on her hands and knees in front of Jenny, cradling the sadist's calf while slowly dragging her tongue over first one sole, then the other, before starting into more intimate, fast licks and kisses to Jenny's heels.
"Good girl, Amber," She praised, tapping her chin while studying the other three. "Stay," She commanded, and the other three were frozen in place. "Definitely don't need any boys." With a quick navigation and setting, Jenny remoted the stockboy into a pair of knee-high leather boots with a thick wedge heel. "Amber. Put those on me," Jenny demanded.
The younger of Amber's coworkers was beckoned forth with a crooked finger as Jenny pushed her feet against Amber's face. Alice, her nametag said. Gently taking Alice by the hand, Jenny pulled her in close, placing a kiss to the young redhead's cheek. "Both you and Amber worship my feet. My feet are your goddesses. Nothing will give you an orgasm except sucking on my toes and licking my sole. Got it?" Jenny asked.
Alice nodded quickly, her face lighting up as both eyes darted to Jenny's unoccupied foot. She was quick to kneel, and even quicker to pick up Jenny's free foot and hungrily start to lap at the sole and ball.
"Morgan. That's a pretty name," Jenny said warmly to the frigid older woman. "I'm going to give you a choice, Morgan. You can obey me, exactly to the full intent of my words, and I'll turn you into an eighteen year old bombshell, or you can refuse, and I'll turn you into a buttplug and pass you around my girls for the rest of your life."
Jenny lifted any eyebrow at Morgan, waiting for an answer.