Rules of Their Own

It piqued his interest more than anything and he followed several FinDom accounts in his area. Some were girls trying to make quick bucks and faded soon after. Some were legitimate and had built a large following. They referred to themselves as Queens or Goddesses. If only they knew true power. One day he caught that a cash meeting was happening with a Goddess Lexi right near his place and he made time to see what it was all about.

Alex arrived first to scope the area, keeping the ATM in view at all times. That was the centerpiece of the visit or so he gathered. If he hadn't seen the FinDom in several pictures, her body language and the way she was dressed certainly would have given her away. She was a tall brunette and had a body to kill for. Perfect tits and a perfect ass. He could see how she controlled men so easily. A man approached her and knelt in front of her. The things men do to get off. Alex didn't want to waste his time and decided to intervene early.

"Now kiss my feet." The FinDom said to the man. He happily obliged. "Good little slave."

"Excuse me." Alex said.

"I'm doing something here, piss off." Goddess Lexi said.

"Answer all my questions truthfully. How much is he going to pay you today?" Alex said.

Goddess Lexi turned her attention towards Alex.

"Umm, $5,000."

"Jesus." Alex said. "Why do you give her that much?"

"Because it gets me off to fund her lifestyle." The man said.

"How much money you got in your bank account?" Alex asked the FinDom.

"$250,000."

"And how much is that from men?"

"All of it."

Alex smiled. A personal bank he could feel no guilt about robbing.

"Last question. Have you ever cheated on a significant other?"

"Of course." Goddess Lexi said.

In all his years of asking that question, this was the first 'of course' he had heard. Like it was her privilege. Her followers really built her a sense of entitlement. That was about to change, for she was about to become a lot more accommodating to her followers. Alex exchanged information with her and let her know that every time he texted an amount, she was to transfer that much to him no questions asked within the hour. His own personal bank funded by a FinDom who took men's money for free. Because she cheated, she violated the second rule, eliminating her from the third. She wasn't giving money away, but she sure as shit didn't deserve it.

Alex started her new lifestyle by allowing the man she took $5,000 from that day to take her to a hotel room, on her dime of course, and do whatever he wanted to her. From his follow-up he learned that the man spent the entire day fucking and depositing his load in every hole. Years of pent up worship and he was finally able to use her body the way he wanted.

To Alex's surprise, the man never seemed eager to meet or give her money after. The novelty of being a Goddess wore off once he got a peek behind the curtain. Alex realized that if he let all men have their way, then there would be no money left. The choice was to punish her or use her as a bank. Lucky for her, he needed the steady income. From time to time, he'd show up and fuck her himself, but for the most part, she was left alone. Human nature was weird like that. Get what you want, and you move on to a new thing. Alex could relate. Every relationship he'd been in eventually wore itself out for one reason or another.

But Trish was different. There was something special about her. He couldn't wait to get to know her better. With a quick text to Goddess Lexi, he had an additional $2,000 for the evening to really make an impression. What could possibly go wrong?

***

"Oh my God. I totally need this." Nela said, staring at the diamond encrusted purse. "Doesn't this look fabulous?"

Her friends Stacy and Tammy produced fake smiles. Nela was used to the fake gestures. It was her fault for surrounding herself with complacent and spineless idiots. But she couldn't help herself. It was a struggle to try and meet new people the normal way. She wasn't normal and no matter how hard she tried, that was never going to change. The only solution was to embrace the power. Own it. Make people aware of what she could do. So she did.

It started with her friends Stacy and Tammy. They didn't believe her at first even after she reminded them of the many times hat something unusual had happened. Like when a rival girl spilt a drink all over herself or the time she cuckqueened the head cheerleader and had a go at her hot quarterback boyfriend. The facts were there, just largely ignored.

She finally got their attention when she forced them to make out with each other. Never one to make a light point, Nela then forced them to eat each other to orgasm in the 69 position to cement what she had been trying to tell them. If they didn't believe her before, they certainly feared her now. From then on, they believed everything she said to the point she didn't even have to use her power to give them commands. Fear was enough of a motivator to make them jump when she said so.

"Great, who's the lucky girl that gets to buy it for me?" Nela said.

Tammy and Stacy looked at each other. The purse was well over what either of them could afford.

"I'd love to Nela." Stacy said.

"No, please let me, Nela. I insist." Tammy said.

Nela laughed at their pathetic attempts to sound convincing. The purchase would clean out either of their accounts.

"I'm just kidding girls. Let's find someone to buy it for me, shall we."

Stacy and Tammy giggled. She could hear the relief in their voices. There were plenty of other people in the store and, being a high-end store, they were all bound to have money. Of course, Nela could always tell the pretty blond cashier to put it on her own card. But she admired the working class for putting up with bullshit. If the person performing the service was genuinely nice, it was a soft spot for Nela. Even if she didn't have her power, they would treat her the same regardless.

It was those who abused their power that drew her ire the most. As if being sent a gift, a mother and daughter approached the counter.

"What the hell kind of shit are you selling here?" the mother said.

The loudness of the woman's voice caught Nela's attention. In fact, it caught everyone's attention. A cashier's 'favorite' type of person: the angry customer.

"How can I help you ma'am?" the blond cashier said. Nela got close enough to read her name as Kylie.

"You sold my daughter this dress with a rip in it."

The woman put the dress down on the counter. The dress was indeed ripped, but not one of those standard manufacture rips. This looked like a worn and used rip. The kind you get while you're drunk partying. The daughter gave off the vibe of a slut up to no good. By the looks of her, she was likely in her first year of college. Yet she still had mommy fighting her battles.

"We can exchange the dress if you like." Kylie said in a gentle tone.

"That's all you have to say. How about you apologize for wasting my daughter's time and money. She shouldn't have to come back because of your mistake."

The women were relentless, but Kylie never faltered. She turned to the daughter.

"I'm terribly sorry. Like I said, we will give you a brand-new dress for free."

"You're going to refund us for this and then give us a dress."

"Umm.. Well... I'd have to call my manager to gain their approval."

"Unbelievable." The mother said.

"Excuse me." Nela said.

All eyes stared at Nela. She reveled in the attention prior to having her way with her victims. Of course, they'd be aware the whole time. Where was the fun if there was no reaction?

"What the hell do you want?"

"I'd love for you to suck your thumb and stop talking." Nela said.

The mother's hand closed into a fist and her thumb plugged her mouth. She tried pulling it out, but it was stuck. Her daughter and the cashier moved back in fear. Nela turned to the cashier with a smile.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, you're doing a great job."

Kylie smiled nervously. Understandable. It's not everyday you meet someone like Nela. But she'll certainly remember this day forever. For all the bad shit Nela had done and would continue to do, she was also a giver and she cherished the underdogs trying to get ahead in a system rigged against them. Nela turned to the daughter.

"What's your name?"

"Brooke."

"Okay Brooke, how was the dress ripped?"

"It got caught on a tree branch."

"Does your mother know this?"

"Yes."

As much as Nela hated rude people, she wasn't going to go out of her way to deal with them. Liars that are rude, on the other hand, were the exact type of people Nela went out of her way to teach a lesson. A woman and her daughter came here tonight to make Kylie's day a miserable one. That just wasn't fair. Now that the facts were straight, it was time to make amends.

"First, I want the three of you to take your clothes off and place them in piles on the counter."

The mother, Brooke and Kylie stripped out of their clothes. The effect of her powers, after years of experimenting, was the ability to warp reality. If she gave commands, then people around her automatically found it normal. Three women stripping in the high-end fashion store was normal. And if Nela decided to make personal changes within their lives, there would be a ripple effect. It was the kind of power that got to a person's head.

Once the three women were naked, Nela lined them up to explain what was going to happen.

"All right let's play a little role reversal. You." Nela pointed to the mother. "Put on Kylie's clothes."

The mother, who Nela learned was named Helda, immediately complied. She was still a petite woman, and could comfortably fit in the smooth black dress, but the style looked out of place on her older body. The dress stopped just after her ass and the top was an off the shoulder style with the front going diagonally across her chest. Helda put on the few cheap rings, emerald stud earrings, smart watch and small emerald pendant that had previously belonged to Kylie. The final item was Kylie's name tag, which Helda placed on the right of her shirt.

"Perfect. As you can probably guess, you're Kylie now. A young college student struggling to make ends meet. Forced to work and deal with shitty people like yourself."

Nela had a choice to either make the victim remember their old life or let them live oblivious in their new life. Although people would see her as Kylie the teenager, her body and mind remained the same, that of woman in her late 40s. It would defeat the purpose if Helda forgot the truth. She needed to remember her old life and how she fucked it all up with her attitude. The memories would be there, but never spoken about. Only her bitchy personality would remain the same to the outside world.

Helda went around the counter to help the next customer. Nela looked at Kylie and Brooke, who stood anxiously waiting.

"Did you just give her my life?" Kylie said incredulously.

"Yes. No more waiting on bitchy customers for you."

"But what about my boyfriend and my family."

"Listen, Kylie, I just took away a life of slaving away at this store. You'll have money now. You can do whatever you want."

"Put Brooke's clothes on." Nela said.

She didn't appreciate the back talk from someone she was trying to help. Kylie had a better life now with all the wealth of that bitch Helda. Kylie reluctantly put on the short jean booty shorts and black tank top, if it could be called that. Brooke evidently liked to show off her body a lot. After the clothes came the jewellery: a few rings, diamond stud earrings to match her diamond belly button ring, and 5-inch heels. Unnecessary footwear for just walking through the mall. The new Brooke stood in front of Nela, still angry about the switch.

"What's your name?"

"Kylie."

Nela put her hands on her hips.

"This is your role now so either you play along with the new knowledge you've received, or I make you think this is how it always was."

Kylie looked about 3 years older than Brooke, so it wasn't a far transition of roles. Of course, she'd have to do a few years of university or college again, but with daddy's money, why bother. She just didn't see the bright side of all this.

"You realize that bitch now gets to go home and fuck my boyfriend."

"That's her boyfriend."

"Fuck you..."

Nela snapped her fingers and a blank stare appeared on Kylie's face. Then she smiled and looked around. Nela didn't want to change the girl's memories, but she didn't like being called a bitch either. Kylie's fate was sealed. She was no longer Kylie. She was Brooke now. Her body remained the same, but everyone, including her, knew her as Brooke.

Nela turned to the original Brooke. It was time for her to take on a new identity. Nela delightfully told the lying college student to put on her mother's clothes. The modest, but sexy shirt that highlighted the shape of her chest but didn't show it. The short skirt and pantyhose completed the professional conservative look. For jewellery, Brooke put on the gold hoop earrings, gold chain necklace with matching bracelet and the final piece, the huge diamond ring. The question was whether to let Brooke remember or, like Kylie, change her memories completely to the new life. Her mother's life. She was the reason for the entire mix-up after all.

"You're Hilda now. How do you feel about that?"

"I don't want to be my mother. That means me and my dad..."

"You're a true trophy wife now. He's going to love you."

"No."

Nela snapped her fingers and the new Hilda went silent. It was decided that she would remember, but be helpless to tell anyone, the same fate as her mother. Anytime she'd come shopping, she'd see her mother and they'd both know the truth but would be unable to do anything about it. A fitting punishment for a rude and dishonest family.

"Well I think I'm done here. You guys can resume your little dispute."

"Can we please have a discount on this?" The new Hilda said.

"I'll have to call my manager." The former Hilda said.

"You know what, mother. Let's just exchange it. It's fine." The new Brooke said.

The new Hilda dropped her pursuit, and the now mother and daughter went to look at dresses. The new Hilda was playing her part well, acting and behaving like an adult despite being 18. She needed to grow up fast to fill the shoes her mother left behind. Nela walked up the counter with her diamond purse.

"Hello, could you put this on your card?"

Nela could see the anger built up from both the request and the mother's predicament of a new life. But she was helpless to do anything. Nela made sure of that.

"Of course." Kylie said.

She pulled out her credit card and rang up the purchase. Maybe next time she'd think twice about being rude.

***

Shopping did a number on Nela's hunger. One of her favorite things in life was food. Expensive, well-prepared food. It didn't matter the restaurant, she always found someone to pay. Tonight, she wanted to treat her friends to The Fifth Booth, one of her favorite restaurants for its exquisite dishes.

Nela brought her friends to the front of the long line. A line that included the new Hilda and Brooke, looking more in character than when they first switched. The maturity noted from the former Brooke's posture was incredible. If she didn't know any better, she'd thought she was a woman with a few kids. Soon her father's cock would be deep inside her fucking her like the trophy wife she was.

At the front, Nela walked up to the hostess.

"Hello, my friends and I would like the fifth booth please."

"Yes ma'am, we just have someone currently eating there."

"Well then kick them out."

"Of course, one moment." The hostess disappeared into the restaurant.

"Hey, who do you think you are cutting in line." A man said from near the front.

Nela's mouth grew wide. Her favorite thing in the world was a challenge. That's why she never used her powers for her initial commands. It automatically brought forth entitled people to fuck with. The man was attractive, and average build, but with the backwards hat, she knew exactly the type. The hot little blond hanging off his arm all but confirmed it. He was a douche. Nela walked up to them both.

"I do whatever the fuck I want."

"Well aren't you an entitled bitch." The douche said.

"And with good reason."

"Why don't you and your two slut friends go back to the line and wait like the rest of us."

"Why do you care?" Nela said. "It's not like you're going to eat here."

"Excuse me."

"Your girlfriend is going to blow every guy in this line and you're going to watch. In fact, you're going to hold her hair back." Nela said.

The couple didn't say anything. They couldn't. Nela made sure of that. The blond turned to the gentleman behind her and knelt. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock as her boyfriend held her hair back. Wrapping her lips around the thick manhood, it was one of many she'd suck that night. Instead of a nice dinner, she was limited to a protein diet.

Nela joined her friends at the front as the hostess returned.

"I'm sorry ma'am, that table isn't available for a while. We can put you on the list."

Stacy and Tammy looked at each other in shock. Nela always got her way and she was trying to wrap her head around why this was any different. Incompetence was the only answer.

"Then I'll do it myself. You." Nela pointed at the hostess. "Strip naked and stand off to the side in a sexy pose. If you can't host properly, then at least let people look at you."

The hostess complied immediately and adopted a pose with hands on her hips. She remained as a frozen statue, a pretty decoration for the restaurant.

Nela told the first girl in line to take over the hostess duties. She was dressed to the nines and looked to be on a date, but Nela didn't care. Someone had to do the job. The girl took over with knowledge of the position granted from Nela. Her bright smile and pleasant tone made her a natural for the job. Not how she planned on spending the night, but that wasn't Nela's problem. Spotting a group of girls out on a girl's night, Nela randomly selected one to be the man's new date. The hostess, still with her memories, happily brought her man and his new girl to a table for an amazing dinner that she would never experience. Nela didn't know if they deserved the punishment but being told no put her in a terrible mood that caused her to lash out. Sometimes there were innocent casualties.

The restaurant was busy and loud with chatter. The name came from the Booths that lined the back wall and gave the best view. The Fifth booth was the highest and cost the most. Nela always sat there. From below, she could see a man and a woman that looked to be on their first date judging from their body language. They were in a for a treat.

But first, Nela wasn't out of her foul mood. Every table that had a couple was instructed to start fucking. The sacred act left for behind closed doors was unfolding on each table with men and women dressed to impress. The tight dresses were hiked up and the suit pants were down as the men fucked their women on the meal they were previously eating.

For families and groups of mixed genders, all of age given the drinking requirements of the restaurant, Nela ordered the women to perform oral on any man while they finished their meals. For the tables that contained just women, they were ordered to walk around clucking like chickens. For the tables that contained just men, they were ordered to perform bukkake on any nearby waitresses. It was a trail of moral destruction and chaos that lead straight to the Fifth Booth, where the last couple would truly experience her power for the worst.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Nela said to the couple.