A temple to female supremacy

The adventure that the rulebook empowered woman embarked on didn't take long to become interesting. Rachel had filled the worshiping of woman as the superior sex in as an old rule and thus society, its culture and the architecture reflected that. The superficial and visible aspects of a culture was, after all, nothing more than a reflection of the underlying assumptions and thoughts of the people that made up said culture. It should have been no surprise then to Rachel to find, just a few steps from the hooters, an absolutely massive temple dedicated to the supremacy of her sex. Rachel ventured inside without much forethought.

Inside the temple was ornate, the ceiling far above any of the heads inside. On the walls were grand murals, depicting women virtuously. Each and every one committing grand and good acts. That peeved Rachel just a bit, she wanted women worshiped inherently, for nothing more than their existence. She didn't want what she did to be a reason to be cherished and loved, she wanted it to be inherent.

There were further things to note about the temple other than the walls and the sheer size of it all. What could be noted were the golden pedestals standing in the middle of the hall, women dressed as priestesses to some long forgotten pagan deity had their seat in it and held their sermons to the people that found themselves in the temple. The people in the temple could be noted as well, the women standing on their own two feet, with the men crawling around on all fours, not worthy of standing up in such a holy place. The sermon of the priestly clad women continued.

"And so you see that women are the mothers, not only of children, but also of virtue. That which is good in the world was always first done by a woman and so we are the ones that should receive the praise for any such acts" The priestess proclaimed. A fair story, but Rachel was still conflicted on the nature of the worship itself. This theology led to the right conclusion, with women being the top of society, but it brought up the question to her whether women were worshiped for being women or if women were worshiped as an extension of a worshiping of virtue.

Rachel stood still and intently continued to listen to the words espoused. Something that became harder and harder as she felt her bladder fill with liquid. She wanted nothing more than to ignore it and continue listening, but that became harder and harder. Until it hit her that perhaps one of these useless men, on their hands and knees, would accept to hold her need for relief instead of her. It was a natural thought to her, but still marred with questions. If even a droplet of her yellow stream would be spilled, then wouldn't she have taken part in desecrating this holy place. the theology mentioned to her during her short presence had indicated that it was. Even as she felt that it should be the man's fault for not taking his responsibility to the superior gender seriously. Still, her need to go became larger and larger...