Collection 4: Master of the World

Research was funded in critical scientific areas, like climate change and fighting diseases. Profitability became second to societal benefit. The poor were fed, drug addicts recovered, the homeless were sheltered and given jobs. Through all of it, Master usually had a bitch on her knees before him.

The girl from the cruise, affectionately dubbed the "Boat Bitch", became a regular in Master's fucking schedule. She had the filthy talk down, Brandi had to admit, and she looked cute begging for Master's cum on her "slutty little face". Master was always rough with her and she always begged him for crueler, more brutal treatment.

As summer approached again, the world praised the King for his decisiveness and virtue. Interestingly, these were not things that they were commanded to respect him for. They were things that the people apparently had genuinely noticed.

Master's whores were treated as heroes, even those that were dismissed after their fuckability had worn off with age. They were often given cushiony jobs with high salaries and most married rich. Rich men liked the idea of being married to one of Master's own bitches. The men were programmed not to mind all the ways that Master had already fucked them. As a bonus, most of the girls were amazing in bed, being already trained to joyfully satisfy a man's every need.

In May, one of Master's friends, Alex, approached Master awkwardly. He had his hands in his pockets and looked unsure how to say what was on his mind. Master invited him to sit with him in the courtyard and have a beer.

"What's going on?" Master asked.

"Well... I... Do you know Cassie?" Alex said.

"Maybe? I confess, I don't know a lot of girls names. Is this a girl here at the palace?"

"She's here, yes," Alex said. "I've been playing with her a lot lately. She's..." he smiled, his eyes distant "...amazing."

"Sounds like you're having fun," Master said.

"Yes, I am," Alex nodded. "And... well... It's dumb, because I know she's a part of your collection and all, but I really like her. We fuck, but we also talk and laugh. It's fun. She's hot, but she's also a lot of fun."

Master laughed. "You have a thing for her."

"Yeah, I do," Alex nodded. "I think I might even love her."

"Well that's great!" Master said.

"Yeah, except... well... I'm kinda worried that..."

"...that someone else will want to fuck her," Master finished the thought. He pondered for a moment and then added, "That I'll want to fuck her."

"Yeah," Alex nodded. "I know she's your's... I just... I don't know how I could handle that."

"I understand," Master said thoughtfully. "Have I fucked her already? Do you know?"

"No, you haven't," Alex said. He bit his lip and looked down, almost shamefully. "She is very hopeful though." His voice was filled with a deep pain.

Master grimaced. "I'm sorry buddy. I didn't mean for... well... let's fix this." Brandi was at his side before Master even summoned her. "Do you know who Alex is talking about?" Master asked her.

"Yes, sir," Brandi said. She had often seen the girl pleasing Alex in the recent weeks. Alex liked to sit back on a reclining chair and watch her ride him. Apparently to satisfy Alex's kinks, she often wore a cowboy hat as she rode.

"Go get her," Master ordered.

"Yes sir," Brandi said and went away. Brandi had a summoning system in place in the palace, usually detailing physical specifications (cup size, ass shape, hair color), but she was able to use it to summon Cassie and bring her to Master in quick order. Cassie was visibly excited to be summoned.

Brandi could see why Alex had a thing for her. She was intensely pretty, with a big smile that left dimples in her cheeks. She was well proportioned and walked with a sort of cheerful bounce that radiated a sort of innocent excitement.

"This is the girl?" Master asked Alex when Brandi presented Cassie. The girl was standing tall, thrusting her chest out for proper display and beaming with joy.

"Yes, this is Cassie," Alex said. He was visibly nervous, probably concerned that by calling attention to the girl, Master would want her more. Master stood and approached Cassie.

"You know him?" Master asked, gesturing at Alex.

"Yes, Master," Cassie said.

"Do you like him?"

"Yes, Master," Cassie said. "I like Alex a lot."

"What do you think about serving him instead of me?" Master asked.

Cassie blinked a couple of times and her smile faded slightly. She said, "Master, have I displeased you?"

"No, no," Master said. "This is not punishment. In fact, this is reward. You have so pleased Alex that I am pleased because of it."

Cassie's smile returned to full size. "If it would please you, I would happily serve you by serving Alex." Master took a deep breath, thinking. Apparently, the syntax wasn't what he had in mind.

"How about this," Master said. "You have lust for me and hope that I fuck you, correct?"

"Yes," Cassie nodded fervently.

"And I never have," Master said.

"Yes, Master."

"So that lust and hope is unfulfilled," Master said.

Cassie nodded. "Yes sir. But I continue to hope that..." Master cut her off.

"But what if you had that for Alex instead of me? What if he was your Master? Your hope and lust would be for the man who fucks you regularly. You'd be only for him."

"Is that what you want, Master?"

"Forget your duties for a moment," Master said. "I'm asking what would make you happy. Would you be happier if you had a Master who fucked you all the time."

Cassie thought a moment and then said, "Yes. I would be happier."

"And would you be happy serving Alex, exclusively?"

A genuine, excited grin spread wide on her cute face. "Yes, that would make me very happy."

Master smiled. "Ok. Well let's make it official."

It was a little bit like a wedding, if a wedding ended with the bride sucking off the groom. Master officiated. His friends all gathered in the courtyard. Cassie wore white lingerie. Master, Alex, and Brandi donned the protective ear pieces. When Master turned on his device, everyone in the courtyard went into programming mode.

"Cassie, you now belong to Alex," Master instructed. "His every sexual whim is your joy and purpose. You are his property and his companion. He can still fuck whoever else he wants, but no one else will fuck you but Alex. And that will be enough for you. You have no sexual desires for anyone else but Alex. You are still a citizen of my Kingdom, subject to my rules and decrees, but immune to the sexual devotion to me."

He turned his attention to the crowd. "Cassie belongs to Alex. It won't occur to anyone else to fuck her. The thought will simply not enter your mind, no matter what she's wearing, how good she looks, or what she's doing. She's Alex's girl and only Alex gets to fuck her."

Master looked at Alex, the unspoken question on his face: Sound good? Alex nodded fervently. Master nodded and turned off his device.

He turned to Cassie and said, "I now pronounce you to be Alex's private whore." She knelt and blew her new Master, looking up at him with raw, animal lust as she sucked. After she swallowed, Master's friends threw rice in the air, had a party, got drunk, and fucked a variety of Master's whores. It was a perfect excuse to party.

Master allowed occasional private ownerships after that. It wasn't just when a guy thought a girl was especially hot, it was when there was an extra spark of affection in their eyes. Lust was for anyone, but love—or something approaching it—was treated with higher regard. In due time, most of the guys felt something for some of the girls and collected them into a private collection. This opened the door for different types of vacations, where each man brought his private slut with him to mountain retreats or overseas excursions. There was an element of romance to it now, although admittedly most of the girls still were degraded and fucked raw by the end of the trip. The difference was now they had a romantic glass of wine before being fucked in the throat or destroyed up the ass or tied to the bedposts.

Brandi was Master's partner of choice. Nobody would have blamed him for bringing along four or five of his favorites, but Master seemed to enjoy the couples companionship with his friends and their chosen whores. Besides, Brandi was more than equipped to satisfy Master's desires by herself.

These romantic trips did not replace the existing fuck-tours, however. Master and his friends still frequented colleges, fucked their way through major holidays, partied with whores at touristy destinations, and denied themselves nothing. They had every bitch in the world and also a special bitch just for them. What more could a man ask for?

In the early summer, Master realized he had never taken advantage of the White House. He ordered Brandi to set up a trip, which was easily accomplished. Master arrived in Washington D.C. via his private plane, took a helicopter to the White House, and waved to the onlookers at the far-away fence as he entered the building.

The building was packed with sluts, all dressed for the theme. They wore tiny white blouses, cut off to show off midriff and buttoned with only one button, barely containing the bitch's tits. Slate grey miniskirts accompanied them, tiny enough to show off half of the slut's bare ass beneath. Every whore wore long stockings and tall heels to complete the "sexy assistant" aesthetic. As Master entered the building, Brandi called out, "Bitches! Present!" Every slut dropped to her knees, clasped their hands behind their back, and opened their mouths wide in invitation. Master enjoyed that very much, but did not take up any of the invitations just yet.

As he was led towards the Oval Office, one of the bitches was on hand to handle any questions. Master was very interested in the history of certain place, especially questioning to see in how many of the rooms Kennedy had fucked a young bitch. The answer was "most of them".

Master entered the Oval Office, finding more sluts kneeling and ready for service. He barely noticed them, but focused immediately on the brunette standing in front of the desk. In the 90's, her name had become famous overnight when it was discovered that she had been sucking off the president. It was a big scandal and her name had essentially become synonymous with "home-wrecker". She was older now and Master had never had a thing for milfs. She wasn't as hot as most of his whores, but the allure was present nonetheless. How could Master, who was simultaneously the King of the World and a great appreciator of a woman's oral capabilities, not partake of the most famous presidential fucktoy of them all?

The woman knelt before the King, stripped her top off, and sucked vigorously. Brandi supposed that this was more childhood fantasy fulfillment than anything else. How could someone that grew up knowing that this woman's blowjob had almost toppled a presidency not wonder about it?

Master pulled out of her mouth before he was finished. He pushed her up on the desk and ordered two of the other assistants to come close.

"Jerk me off onto that tiny little skirt," Master grinned, pointing at the woman's miniskirt. "Enough to leave a stain."

"Yes, my King," the two assistant-bitches said in unison. Master grabbed each of their asses as they sidled up next to him, stroking his dick and rubbing his chest. Brandi ordered another slut to go suck on his balls. She knelt down low before him, sucking on each of his balls one at a time. It didn't take them long to get Master off, successfully hitting the miniskirt that the legendary blowjob woman wore.

Satisfied with his fantasy complete, Master told her, "Ok. Get out of here." The woman hurried off.

Master sat behind the desk, admiring the room and the bitches inside it. He turned to Brandi and said, "Ok. Have my friends come over. Let's party."

Their party was unlike any presidential bash before. Even Kennedy would have admired Master's style.

Master's birthday was coming up—the anniversary of him being declared Master of the World. The world universally declared his birthday a holiday. Statues of him, paid for largely by men looking for a way to express their thanks for the free kinky cam experiences. Master's favorite statue showed him tall and proud on a mountaintop, with smaller figures of well-proportioned nude women crawling up his legs with looks of carved lust on their faces.

The world admired his accomplishments, including world peace, pathways towards global prosperity, and the end of crime. Parades and festivals were planned across the world, most of them including local sluts who volunteered to display themselves in celebration of their Master and for the benefit of their community.

Brandi, after sucking Master awake one morning, asked Master if he wanted anything specific this birthday. Previous birthdays had given him a new slut (in the days when he had only a few), a massive throne, a high rise home, and, of course, the world itself. It was hard to outdo her previous efforts.

"I think I just want a quiet day this year," Master said. "I have a party all the time. I think I just want to play video games this year."

The King had spoken, but Brandi believed in making preparations in case he changed his mind. She ordered there to be no decorations or party immediately planned, but did purchase things that could be quickly deployed if he changed his mind. She stocked up the alcohol, equipped each slut with frilly new lingerie, and ordered several of his favorite celebrity fucktoys to stay in hotels nearby the palace, in case they were needed.

When the day came, Brandi sucked him awake. She had a few other bitches bring him breakfast in bed, which he ate while Brandi ate him. Master took a shower, got dressed, and then went to his favorite lounge area. Each television in the home had Master's favorite video game consoles installed and synchronized to each other. He ordered most of the sluts out of the room, leaving only one bitch to man the bar and Brandi.

He played video games, later turning on a movie, and relaxed. He drank a beer, but didn't get drunk. He admired Brandi, but didn't fuck her. He was content, Brandi could see, and he was relaxed. Most importantly, he was happy.

In the afternoon, he watched a little bit of the news coverage as the world celebrated him, women preemptively declared themselves his property, and the news reporters talked about how much better the world was now than a year ago. After a few minutes, he changed back to a movie and ordered popcorn to be brought to him.

Brandi delivered the popcorn and Master invited her to stay with him on the couch.

"I'm having a good life, Brandi," Master said, admiring her tits and the way her lingerie displayed them for him. "And I think that the rest of it will be pretty much the same as this."

"I hope so, Master," Brandi said.

"I've done about as much as I want to do," Master said. "There's always more, of course, but..." He shrugged. "I think I've done what I set out to do."

"Which was what, Master?" Brandi asked softly.

"To live my fantasy," Master said. "I started by wanting to punish my ex-girlfriends. Then I wanted more. And more. And more. Who wouldn't?" He wasn't sad, he just nostalgic. "I sometimes wonder what another guy would've done. Maybe he would've had a kink for milfs. Or feet. Maybe cosplay wouldn't have done anything for him." He shrugged. "It does a hell of a lot for me. And I think that's kinda the point."

Brandi frowned, not understanding. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that the fantasy isn't just blowjobs. It isn't sex slaves or costumes or roleplaying. It isn't any specific kink. The fantasy is that it's any kink. The fantasy... the one that I built and lived... is the freedom and power to do whatever the fuck I want. To have any kink met. To have any bitch I want. Maybe another guy wouldn't have gotten political. Maybe another would have gotten more political in an entirely different direction. Maybe another guy would've brought the world to its knees below him. Maybe another would have remained secret the whole damn time." Master shrugged. "It's not really about the specifics, I guess. It's about doing what I wanted."

He smiled. "I don't give a fuck what anyone else would have done. Let them have their fantasies. I've enjoyed mine. And I'll just keep continuing to enjoy it from now on."

He looked at Brandi again. "Get down on your knees and blow me, bitch."

Brandi obliged. She knelt down and unzipped him. She took his dick in her mouth in long, lingering motions. Her tongue explored his shaft as her fingers massaged his balls. She sucked, gently at first and then growing stronger.

"You are my ultimate fantasy, Brandi," Master said, watching her. "Take your top off." Without removing her mouth from his dick, she reached around her back and unclasped her bra. It dropped to the floor, freeing her tits for his viewing pleasure. He continued.

"You are my fantasy. A bitch totally devoted me. A sexy whore whose primary function in life is my happiness. My satisfaction. A girl who thinks only of my pleasure. A girl who believes that every other girl should be just like her."

Brandi hoped that the bobbing of her head on his dick looked like nodding. She was in total agreement.

"A bitch that I can simultaneously break down and raise up." He stroked her hair. "If it wasn't for what I built, you wouldn't exist like this. I know that. But..." He smiled, watching her. She had lost count of how many times she had sucked his dick, but it must have been over a thousand. It never got old.

"...but I did build something. And I did make you. And I did claim everything I wanted to. I created a path for me to live this fantasy. I created you." He smiled, listening to the happy sucking noises. "Part of my fantasy is making the world better. Another part is fucking whoever and however I want. But the biggest part of the fantasy was your total, unashamed, unapologetic, unrestained devotion." He shrugged. "I guess that's just what I like. And I made my fantasy real."

He leaned back, watching his favorite slut suck him happily. "I'm glad I got to live my fantasy. I hope other guys enjoy theirs too."

Brandi continued to suck on her Master's dick, her lips, tongue, mouth, and throat declaring utter devotion and adoration. As every time she served her Master—with her mouth, her pussy, her ass, her hands, or even just her words—she felt a wholeness and fulfillment that was unparalleled. The proudest title she would ever wear on Earth was "Queen of Whores". She would live the rest of her life in service of her Master. She had given him the world, but only because he was her whole world. And because of that, he deserved it all. He had a collection beyond number. Brandi had a collection of one and that was all that mattered to her.

She sucked happily, knowing she looked damn good doing so. There was no thought of dignity. No thought of selfishness. No ounce of hesitation. Just her lips, her tongue, her body—the tools of her Master's pleasure. Fully in service to Him, the King of the World and the only important thing in Brandi's existence. She sucked and sucked and sucked.

And like a good little whore, she swallowed.