The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

After Wetpussy went back to work, Dr. Tempus found himself standing in the middle of a coffee shop with a large backpack full of illegal gadgets, not quite sure what to do. Then someone said, “Excuse me, Master.” He turned to see a very pretty and very naked platinum blonde standing behind him. She held a coffee cup in one hand.

“Hi, Master,” she said, with a slight dip of her head. She had a pretty thick southern accent. “I couldn’t help overhearing. Are you new in town, by any chance?”

“You could say that,” he replied.

“I could tell,” she said, nervously pushing her hair behind her ear. “It’s been an adjustment for me, too. Back home, that barista would’ve been on her knees lickety split. I’m Fuckpet, by the way. I just moved here from Alabama a couple months ago.”

“That’s a pretty name,” he commented.

“Oh, I know, real creative,” she said. “You know, there were four Fuckpets in my high school graduating class, and lemme tell ya, our school was not that big… I’m sorry, Master, I’m rambling, would you maybe like me to take care of that blowjob for you?”

The Professor couldn’t believe he was about to say this, but what he really needed was to get out of this Starbucks and get the lay of the land. The order to the barista had mostly been a test. “That’s OK, Cunt. I’m actually just trying to get my bearings.” he told her.

“Or maybe I could help carry some of that…” She pointed to his large backpack.

“Oh, sure, great!” He dumped the backpack in Fuckpet’s waiting arms, and she initially stumbled at its weight before righting herself.

“Happy to serve, Master!” she said with a smile, as she managed to awkwardly sling the pack over her shoulders. “Actually, you know Master, it’s Tuesday morning, so if you don’t have anywhere else to go, you’re welcome to come with me to services. I was just getting a quick coffee before…” She held up her cup.

Dr. Tempus took a moment to realize that she was inviting him to whatever the Masterite version of a church service was. Well, he didn’t have anywhere to be (and also had a time machine, so…) and that sounded like something that might be… interesting.

“Sure, bitch,” he said. “Sounds good.”

A few minutes later, he was following Fuckpet down a city street, his backpack slung over her shoulders. He found everything fascinating. The street scenes could, for the most part, have come from his original timeline, except of course that all the women were completely nude, and all of them looked spectacular or, at the very least, spectacular for their age. The men, however, seemed to be mostly ignoring them, busy going about their days, fully clothed. He supposed one couldn’t spend all of one’s time dominating women if one had to earn a living. Leave it to capitalism to harsh the vibe of his utopian fuckfest.

He also noticed that most of the women had prominent tattoos on their bare skin, or brightly colored dyed hair. Nothing that would have been too strange on a woman from his original timeline, but just on the basis of what he was able to see, a much higher percentage of women in this new world had these attributes. He again supposed that women, in the absence of clothes, had found other ways to express themselves.

Fuckpet talked a lot, but never failed to do whatever he asked. He found her… interesting. He was used to women doing whatever he wanted, but before he had started time traveling, it was because he had changed them into what he wanted them to be. Fuckpet was still very much herself, and seemed very much like a girl he could have grown up with. She was the first modern-day girl he’d seen act like his dream woman, ready to fuck and suck at a moment’s notice, of her own free will. Which, as he considered it, he realized was pretty much what he had been going for. Apparently all women weren’t like this, but maybe there was a limit to what he could ask?

As they walked, they ed a few billboards on the sides of buildings. One showed a nude woman typing at a computer keyboard with one hand, a man’s cock buried in her pussy (his face was out of the shot), all while drinking from a can of Diet Pepsi held in her other hand. The tagline below read, “You’re never too busy for a Diet Pepsi.”

Another seemed to be for dildos, though it just showed a naked model holding the product and the phrase “Designed for Edging since 1874,” just above a logo consisting solely of two circles with an oval above (not so different from a teenager’s dick and balls graffiti, he realized). The ad never stated the brand name, which made Dr. Tempus think the logo must be as familiar to people in this timeline as a Nike Swoosh or an Apple.

“Thanks for coming, Master, really,” Fuckpet was saying as she trundled on under the weight of the backpack. “Services are always better when I bring a guy. Otherwise I end up sharing and that can be fun, but it can get awkward sometimes.” That got his attention. “I just started going to this Galder a few weeks ago, but they seem nice.” His nanites were not currently set up to teach him a version of English with different words because of his changes to history, he realized suddenly. “It’s Reform,” she continued. “A completely different vibe from what I’m used to back home. But it’s nice… I was raised Goodcuntian, you know.”

“I haven’t really studied a lot of other, um, denominations?” Dr. Tempus said. “What’s Goodcuntian?”

“Oh, um, well, like Goodcunt, right?” she said. “In the Cave, she didn’t ask the Master permission to come. So now, Goodcuntians believe that it’s better if women don’t come. Ever. They should just edge. It’s…” She laughed, sounding a little crazy. “I actually came for the first time a couple months ago.”

The doctor just looked at this naked woman next to him, casually talking about orgasm denial like this was a normal topic with people you just met. “And what was that like, bitch?”

Fuckpet grinned and shook her head. “Honestly, Master, I ed out. Having your first orgasm after years of edging is pretty overwhelming. But my boyfriend’s kept encouraging me, and I think I’m getting the hang of coming without completely losing it now. So you don’t have to worry, Master.”

“You have a… boyfriend?”

“Yeah,” Fuckpet said. “Serving Steve has really helped me find myself, I think? But he works crazy hours and can’t usually come to services, so that sucks.”

Before long they arrived at her Galder, a word that he would later look up and find was likely the result of a two thousand year game of telephone from an Old Celtic word for “place of submission.” Apparently the main weekly services were on Tuesdays, though nobody could quite why. He noticed that, while the building seemed fairly busy, there were also plenty of people walking around outside, going about their business as usual. He wasn’t sure what percentage of the population “practicing Masterites” might be, but it seemed like it might not be a majority.

There was a small, skinny girl kneeling at the doorway as they entered the building, who handed both of them small booklets that turned out to be basically programs. The Professor didn’t understand many of the (shouldn’t he know how to practice a religion he basically made up?) but Fuckpet glanced at the pamphlet and said, “Ooh, there’s a Consenting this morning. They always get me so fucking wet.” She reached over and squeezed his dick through his pants as the pair made their way toward their seats.

There weren’t bare wooden pews as in a church. Instead there were several rows of comfortable-looking couches, arrayed in a circle around a central platform. The walls still featured large stained glass windows, but they were far more pornographic than he was used to. The largest one featured a stylized depiction of two naked girls, one with red hair and one with black hair, kissing and caressing each other. Epona and Bonvica, he was startled to realize.

They settled into a couch close to the center. The service started when a woman walked onto the dais and kneeled. She had bright blue-green hair that contrasted against her dark skin. She wore a collar around her neck, apparently designating her status in whatever role she held. The program gave her name as “Sagar Cockpuppet Thompson.” He supposed Sagar was a title?

The woman sat on a cushioned platform on the stage and spread her legs, as Fuckpet casually unzipped Dr. Tempus’ pants, pulled out his cock, and began to slowly stroke it. She paced herself, as the service wasn’t short and she whispered that it would be less fun if he came quickly.

“Welcome, everyone,” said the woman on the dais. “For the men, I’m happy you are here, Masters, to thank the Master for making of you Masters on Earth, and to remind your Cunts of their natural state. And for the Cunts, I’m happy you are here, to thank the Master for showing you the light of the True Path.”

Cockpuppet led the women in touching themselves as they repeated mantras about how worthless they were before the Master, all men were the Master, the only thing that gave their lives meaning was service to men, and so on. The men in the congregation had lines, too, though he wasn’t sure how many of them he actually saw repeating them. Most were pretty distracted by what the women, who seemed pretty worked up by all the mantras, were doing to them.

Fuckpet started by slowly stroking his cock, eventually working her way up to first giving him a blowjob and then roughly deepthroating him. It was all he could do not to come right away. The girl clearly knew what she was doing, and she didn’t seem to have any kind of gag reflex. Through it all, she used one of her hands to touch herself, pushing herself further into a pleasant, horny haze. Though the set up with the couches made things not quite as out in the open as they might have been, The Professor could still see similar scenes happening around the room.

As the service went on, he noticed a group sitting nearby in the front row that looked like they might be a family, all with dark hair and tanned skin. The mother and father were very much into the spirit of the service, but the girl next to them, who looked like she might be their daughter, squirmed nervously for much of the proceedings. She and the boy next to her kissed a few times, but weren’t nearly as hands-on as most of the people there.

Eventually, Cockpuppet called “Kara Ramirez” up to the stage. After some encouragement from her parents, the daughter walked up to the podium and kneeled in front of the Sagar, head down.

“Her name is Kara?” Dr. Tempus asked quietly. Fuckpet just pulled her throat off his dick with a loud “glug” and grinned up at him.

“Kara has just reached her 18th birthday, I’m told. Is that right?” The girl nodded. “And so today she starts her own journey on the True Path. Go ahead, Kara.”

Kara tentatively leaned forward and began to lick Cockpuppet’s pussy, displaying her pert ass to the congregation as she did so.

“You’re doing great,” the Sagar said with a kind smile. “I see your practice is paying off.” That brought some chuckles from the crowd. She took a deep breath, put arms wide, and looked up at the large stained glass window of the Sister Prophets. “Now, Master, we submit this worthless cunt to you for your pleasure. Her pussy is yours. Her… oooh… her mouth is yours. Ahh… her tits are yours. Her ass is yours.” She left off for a moment, using a hand to guide Kara’s mouth, eyes closed in pleasure. “Her parents have raised her in the light… oh fuck… and now she is ready to walk your True Path for herself.”

Cockpuppet put a hand to Kara’s cheek and gently raised the girl’s head away from her crotch. Dr. Tempus realized there were lights pointing at the dais, because they were shining off Kara’s lips and chin, which were now coated with Cockpuppet’s juices.

“Who will Kara serve as she consents to walk the True Path?” Cockpuppet asked the Congregation.

The guy Kara had been kissing, a gangly kid about her same age, stood up with some prompting from Kara’s father. “She… She will serve me.”

The boy walked up onto the dais, where Kara had gotten down onto all fours on a set of cushions. “Please welcome Jared Rabinowitz,” Cockpuppet said, extending an arm toward him. “He is not a Masterite, but is our guest today to help Kara walk the True Path, and as Stupidcunt wrote, the Master teaches us that all men are Masters, even if they do not know it.”

Cockpuppet walked over and slowly undid Jared’s belt, then pulled down his formal slacks, quickly followed by his underwear, his cock springing out. Her fingers grasped his shaft and she smiled warmly.

Dr. Tempus found himself distracted while this was going on by Fuckpet climbing on top of him. She playfully shook her ass in his face for a moment, then positioned herself over his hard cock, wet from her spit. She slowly impaled her pussy on him, slipping further and further down until its full length was inside her, biting her lip and closing her eyes as she did so. Then she opened them and began to ride him, slowly at first, positioning herself so that they both could still watch the stage.

Cockpuppet gently led Jared by the cock over toward his girlfriend, and positioned him just behind her. Kara looked over her shoulder at him with a small, nervous smile.

“Kara,” the Salgar asked, “do you consent to allow Jared to fuck your pussy?”

“I consent,” Kara said. Jared pushed into Kara from behind and she let out a long breath, closing her eyes as she took him in.

Dr. Tempus felt Fuckpet picking up her pace, her pussy expertly squeezing his cock in ways that, in all his experience, he wasn’t sure he’d felt before. He was pretty sure the girl had years of actual training at this. She kept touching herself, too, pushing herself further.

Slowly at first, but with increasing speed, Jared fucked Kara’s pussy, the slapping noises and her little, adorable yelps audible throughout the room. Cockpuppet stood over them, running a hand over Kara’s ass, then her fingers through the girl’s hair.

“Tell me, Kara, as you feel a man’s cock inside you,” she asked, “do you see now the True Path of service to men and their cocks?”

“Yes,” Kara warbled, as her boyfriend continued to plow her.

“Do you consent, not just to be fucked by this man, but to be fucked by all men, for all your life, for all men are the Master on Earth?”

“Yes!”

Cockpuppet then put a hand around the back of Jared’s head and gave him a slow kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth, while he kept fucking his girlfriend.

Fuckpet shuddered and leaned back on Dr. Tempus, draping her platinum hair over one of his shoulders. She kept her hips moving on him as she took one of his earlobes in her mouth. She was holding him near the edge without going over, he realized hazily, stimulating him the exact right amount. No girl had pulled this off quite this successfully on him before.

His attention was pulled back to the stage by the smack of Cockpuppet spanking Kara’s ass as Jared kept pistoning in and out of her.

“Do you consent to give your mouth to the Master, and to all men, for all men are the Master on Earth?” she asked Kara.

“Oh, yes,” Kara barely managed.

“Do you consent to give your tits to the Master, and to all men, for all men are the Master on Earth?”

“Fuck, yes!”

Dr. Tempus felt himself getting right up to the edge. His balls almost ached from the pressure building up.

“Do you consent to give your ass to the Master, and to all men, for all men are the Master on Earth?”

“Yes!!” Kara screamed. She was sweating now, her limbs barely able to hold herself up on all fours as Jared reached a furious pace.

Cockpuppet reached down, grabbed Kara’s dark hair, and pulled hard. The girl’s eyes managed to latch on to the dark-skinned woman despite the intense feelings pulsing through her.

“And now, as our prophet Epona took the name Slutcunt, to better reflect her true and natural state, now you will name yourself anew, as you are reborn in the light on the Master. What will be your name, child, in the eyes of the Master and of all men?”

“I am… fuck!” The girl tried again. “I am Putabarrata, as my mother is, because she’s taught me everything about being a slut.” She said the line as fast as she could, because otherwise she might not have been able to get it out.

In the crowd, her mother stopped blowing her father and looked for a moment like she was going to cry.

“Now you walk the True Path, Putabarrata,” Cockpuppet intoned. She let go of the girl’s hair, and the girl let out a wordless wail.

“Master,” Fuckpet whispered in Dr. Tempus’ ear, her breathing hot and fast, “may I come? May I please come?”

Her hips were swiveling at an ever-increasing pace, and he found himself barely able to nod. A moment later, her movements slowed and she began to shake, sending vibrations down his cock as she did.

On the dais, the newly renamed Putabarrata cried out, “Please, Jar—” She bit her lip and corrected herself. “Please, Master, may I come?”

“Uh…yes…” Jared groaned, and Putabarrata let out an incoherent scream, the veins standing out in her neck and her eyes squinting shut.

Fuckpet was doing her best to keep her own orgasm silent and avoid taking attention from the girl on stage, as she furiously rubbed her own clit while still sitting on Dr. Tempus’ dick. She slapped a hand over mouth to muffle a bellow. A moment later, he found himself over the edge, and he spurted inside Fuckpet’s pussy.

A few seconds later, their respective breathing finally began to slow, she leaned back into him again. “Thank you, Master,” she said, a hazy smile on her lips.

On the dais, Putabarrata collapsed to the cushions below, letting Jared’s cock fall out of her. Cockpuppet leaned down and ran a finger around the edge of the girl’s pussy lips, then raised it for the entire Galder to see the cum she had found leaking out of it.

“Please welcome Putabarrata!” The crowd cheered. Cockpuppet put her finger in her mouth and sucked it clean.

After the service, Fuckpet told The Professor that she had to get going for her brunch plans with her roommates. Tuesday was apparently this timeline’s version of Sunday, complete with day-drinking. Actually, the way she said it gave him the sense that, if he asked her to stay with him, she’d pretty much have to. It was tempting to see how far he could push things, but he wanted to find out more about how the timeline had changed, and it wasn’t as if he could complain about her performance somehow. So she gave him her number and told him to call her if he wanted to talk about adjusting to life in the big city, or if he just wanted to fuck some more, and went on her way.

The Professor watched Cockpuppet stand by the exit and exchange greetings, and sometimes gropings, with the attendees as they left. He added himself to the end of the line and, when he reached her, he said, “I’ve been looking for a Galder in town and checked out the services today. I had a few questions, Cunt, if you’d be willing to talk privately?”

“Of course, Master,” she said with a smile, bowing her head to head deferentially to him as she did. “I’m always happy to talk with new , or any , to answer whatever I can.”

Later, he walked into the building’s surprisingly fancy courtyard with Cockpuppet, lined with columns. “I hope you enjoyed the service, Master,” she said.

“I did,” he said. “I just… I’m not sure that this is the right place for me. Fuckpet said your denomination is …Reform?”

“Yes,” she agreed. “We believe that women can find true fulfillment through submission to men. We want to reach out and work with society, rather than trying to fight against change like some of the other denominations.” She reached a spot on the edge of a landscaped courtyard, where she dropped to her knees to look up at him. “There are some Masterites who believe that a female orgasm is always wrong. I don’t think that message really plays well with youth today. I urge those people to look at what the Master actually said to the Sister Prophets, and to see that a woman enjoying herself can be beautiful in the Master’s sight.”

“Do you mind if I fuck you while we talk?” Dr. Tempus asked her. “You looked amazing during the service.”

“Of course, Master, I would love that.” Cockpuppet immediately reached out and started undoing his pants.

A few minutes later, the doctor’s dick was pistoning in and out of Cockpuppet, yet she kept up the sales pitch all the while.

“And we do events on a regular basis, including bringing in guest speakers to talk about their experiences walking the True Path,” she told him smoothly, as her large breasts bounced with each thrust.

“It seems like a lot of people aren’t Masterites around here,” he grunted as he kept pounding her pussy. “What’s up with that, Cunt?”

“Unfortunately, Master, it’s the same trend we’re seeing everywhere. So many girls today think their natural state is as equals to men…Fuck, I needed this after that service. Thank you Master, just fuck the shit out of my slutty pussy… That’s why I think the Reform Movement is important, because we need to show girls that they can both vote and submit to every man they meet.”

“It seems like it would be a no brainer,” Dr. Tempus said. On a whim, he slapped Cockpuppet across the face, hard. In response, she immediately gave him a wide smile and flipped her bright blue hair back over her shoulder. “Who wouldn’t love this?”

“Thank you, Master,” she said. “I just think that many young people don’t believe Masterism is relevant to their lives. What with the internet… Fuck, please slap me again, Master” He did. “Harder, please Master.”

He slapped her again, harder this time, and Cockpuppet yelled out wordlessly, bucking her hips back up against his cock

“It might surprise you…” she managed between grunts of ecstasy, her blue hair falling in her face, “to hear that I don’t really believe in a literal Master.”

The Professor smirked at this ission by Cockpuppet, given that the same dick that had fucked Goodcunt in the Cave was now fucking her pussy.

“All I know is… ahhh… is that this it’s clear that the… oh shit, right there Master, right fucking there… I believe this is the natural order, serving men, getting fucked… it’s the only thing I’ve ever found that… really felt true. I think it’s more important than ever. Fuck! And if you don’t, either, that’s OK, I still think Masterism has… so much to offer…”

Her hips whirled around his cock, and he slapped her hard in the tit. “Slap my slutty fucking tits, Master!” she screamed. She ran a hand through her hair. “Oh shit, I’m so… Please Master, may I come?”

The Professor’s initial instinct was to deny Cockpuppet’s request and leave her frustrated. But then he had a thought and said, “OK.” She stiffened on his cock, shaking. And just as she did, he slapped her hard across the face again. For a moment, she looked up at him wide-eyed, genuinely surprised, startled halfway out of her orgasm, though her stomach muscles were still visibly clenching. As she did so, he grunted and came in her pussy, shooting his seed deep inside her.

Then Cockpuppet grinned even wider than before. “Holy shit, I really like you, Master. You should definitely come back.”

“I’ll think about it,” he said as he pulled out of her, leaving white jizz leaking out of her mahogany pussy.

“No, really,” she said. She leaned back on a column on the edge of the courtyard, looking like she was still buzzing from her half-ruined orgasm. “There are some of our Gen Z group that I think might really benefit from working with you, Master.”

After his one-on-one with the Salgar (a title, he would soon learn, that was descended pretty directly from the Old Celtic for “priest”), Dr. Tempus decided to find the nearest public library, where he could hopefully use the internet connection for some research and charge his phone. And maybe some other stuff, who knows?

The librarian at the building’s front desk was a man, which he supposed made sense under the circumstances but he found vaguely disappointing from the perspective of his fantasies. Then again, in his ideal world women had other things to do than take care of books, so maybe that was a win. While looking for the public computer terminals, however, a girl did catch his eyes. Her hair was dyed purple, and she had more tattoos than most of the girls he had seen. She was sitting in a chair near the “Classics” section, peering through a pair of glasses at a copy of The Scarlet Letter.

The Professor decided to walk over to her and ask, “How’s the book?”

The girl looked up at him and, when she saw him, hurriedly got out of the chair and on her knees. “Hello, Master,” she said. “It’s, um, not my favorite, honestly. It’s about this frigid bitch who won’t fuck the men in her town in Colonial times, so they make her wear this big red letter ‘C’ for ‘Cunt,’ but… anyway, I have to read it for my college lit class.”

He reached down and grabbed the girl by the throat, pulling her to her feet. “Why does a Masterite girl need college, whore?”

“Thank you, Master,” she croaked, before adding, “My mother said the same thing. But I’ll be able to serve men so much better this way.” He let her go, and she smiled. “And my classes are fascinating… I have a final coming up in Advanced Blowjob Techniques. It was never my specialty, but I have to take it for my major. Would you mind helping me study? As long as I’m not in your way, that is.”

Dr. Tempus’ opinion turned out to be that, regardless of her claims to the contrary, the girl in fact deserved an A in Advanced Blowjob Techniques. Her name was Needycunt, and at his request she kept it slow and sensual under the desk while he surfed Wikipedia. He thought better while getting his dick wet, but her slow licks and teases were often distracting.

He sometimes forgot, while fucking with (and just fucking) history, that there was so much he didn’t know about time travel. Reviewing the new timeline, what struck him was how similar, overall, it seemed to the old timeline. Most of the nations, conflicts, major events, even major figures were still there, though sometimes remixed a little bit. The more he changed history, the more he came to the conclusion that the timeline was elastic, somehow. Even when screwed with in some major ways, it somehow snapped back into mostly the same shape.

And so, here he found himself in a pluralistic America with freedom of religion enshrined in the Constitution, and, over time, more and more rights given to women. There were still those who claimed that the country had been founded as “One Nation Under the Master,” but Galder attendance was at an all-time low (only about 14% of the population went regularly to services, according to one graph). Over time, women had been given more and more rights, even as many of them continued to serve men’s every whim, sexually and otherwise. Wetpussy from the Starbucks was correct, the right not to suck the cock of every man who asked was enshrined in the Constitution, as well as the right to use birth control and the right of women to vote.

Underneath the desk, Needycunt pulled her mouth off his cock for a moment and said, “Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Master, it’s a big help. You can only learn so much from textbooks.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said absently-mindedly. She began to jerk him off with one hand while licking his balls.

When he looked at other countries, the story was mostly similar. Europe was even more “secular” than the US, and and Spain even had female leaders. By contrast, the Middle East seemed to be much closer to what he had envisioned. Instead of Islam, it had come to be dominated by something called “Dominism,” which was clearly somewhat influenced by Masterism, though with enough differences that there had been plenty of wars fought between the two in the Middle Ages. Dominism was still a dominant force in many of the countries of the region, and as such many had what were called “Freeuse Laws,” forcing all women to sexually serve any man who asked, regardless of their religious affiliation, some of which even applied to visitors.

East Asia, meanwhile, was a completely different story, especially in countries like China, Korea, and Japan that had never been fully colonized by Western powers. Many of the women in China even wore clothes, and no more than a small percentage of the population in these places were practicing Masterites. In Japan, he read, public sex was still frowned upon. Dr. Tempus found this strange, given his impressions of Japan’s proclivities… you could buy girls’ underwear out of vending machines there in his old timeline, for fuck’s sake.

His train of thought was temporarily derailed by another approaching orgasm. He blew his load in Needycunt’s mouth, which she did her best to keep wrapped around his dick as he came. Some of his jizz leaked out of her mouth as she swallowed. She wiped it off with one hand and sighed. “Shit, I miss some every time, that won’t cut it on the test” she said in frustration, before hurriedly adding, “But thank you for cum, Master.”

Dr. Tempus decided, after relaxing in the library for a while, to make his way down to the National Mall, where, as in his original timeline, he found plenty of tourists, many of them posing and taking photos in front of the various monuments. He found one that he didn’t , a greek-style statue of two nude women embracing. He read the plaque and saw that the women were supposed to be “Fuckslave Anthony and Cocksucker Cady Stanton,” two friends who had pioneered women’s rights.

He sighed and sat down on the steps of the Memorial. He knew he should be happy with this new world. A major percentage of the female population would willingly let him do whatever he wanted to them, then wholeheartedly thank him for it. A much larger percentage of women seemed to be extremely attractive, too, an effect, according to his research, believed to be the result of the most beautiful women getting constantly fucked and impregnated over the centuries and ing down their genes to the most people. The doctor wasn’t about to start selectively breeding humans (even he had some scruples, after all), but if it happened by accident as a result of other things he did, he wasn’t going to argue. On top of all that, he didn’t seem to be under investigation anymore.

And yet, something still felt off to him. This world was a big improvement, in his opinion, but it wasn’t what he had set out to do. He had said he wanted to fuck any woman he wanted, any time. He wanted that Judge who had set out to convict him to beg him to fuck her up the ass. He wasn’t there yet.

Then he noticed a girl taking a selfie in front of the Memorial and was surprised to find he recognized her. It was Jessie, who he had steered away from her career as a Congressional Aide on his last visit. He would know those tits anywhere.

He got up and walked over to her. “Hello, would you mind answering a few questions for a survey?” he tried. After all, it had worked last time.

“Uh, sure,” she said. He noticed she didn’t kneel or anything like that.

“What’s your name?”

“Pillowtits Johnson,” she told him.

“Religion?”

“Well, I was raised Masterite, but neither my parents or I ever really practiced, you know? So I guess nothing.”

“Do you have a job?”

“Yeah, I work on the Hill,” she said. “I’m an Aide for a Congresswoman. Shouldn’t you be, I dunno, writing some of this down?”

“That’s right, I should,” Dr. Tempus said. “I have a pen here somewhere.” He pulled out his Portable Visual Recalibrator from one of the pockets of his backpack and pointed it at Pillowtits’ eyes.

A few minutes later, as Pillowtits sucked his cock on the steps of the Women’s Rights Memorial, he came to a decision that this world still needed work. A world where Pillowtits was still wasting her incredible boobs was definitely not good enough. But what to do about it?

He could think of several options, none of which might completely solve the problem, but each of which might go a long way. He thought of all the women in China, Japan, or India at that moment who apparently didn’t understand that their natural state was on their knees in front of a man. Well over a billion, and that was just those in the present. Was there something he could do to show them the joys of servitude, as well?

Or there was some appeal to going back to the founding of the country, maybe see what he could do about this whole “Freedom of Religion” idea. He had also thought of going back to the time of the Enlightenment in Europe, when secular science began to overtake religion as a governing force in western life. He was a little worried about messing with that particular era to the point that he threatened the industrial and then digital revolutions that came out of it, but maybe that was worth the risk?

A thought occurred to him. “What were you doing here, Cunt?” he asked Pillowtits.

“Oh, I like to come by the Women’s Rights Memorial,” she replied, continuing to caress his cock with her funbags as she spoke. “Anthony and Stanton are two of my idols, Master.”

Hmm. Maybe that gave him another idea. But in the meantime, he said, “No they’re not. You only care about submitting to men and being the best little Masterite whore you can be. You got that?”

“Yes Master, of course, Master,” she agreed. Then she went back to sucking his cock. Well, that was one down, he thought, only a billion something more women to go.