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Authoritative borders on psychotic

You were living your best life. Your mother was your own personal fetish-fulfillment aid, and she had taken to the role better than you ever expected. She was creative, forceful, and methodical. You didn't even have to talk about it, she just did it without asking. And the best part is you never knew what she was going to do next, but you knew it would be good.

One evening she came into your room carrying a tray.

"Here honey, I brought you some warm milk and cookies."

"Thanks Mom, you're the best."

"Well, I know I've been pretty tough on you the past couple of days, so I thought I would just remind you how much I care for you."

"Thanks Mom."

You dipped a cookie in your glass of milk as she walked out of the room. For a moment, you wonder if that was another attempt of her's, but how? You can't get this fantasy out of your mind that she had somehow spiked your snack with an aphrodisiac. But you laughed to yourself with the knowledge that that was just silly.

It turns out it wasn't an aphrodisiac, but an anesthesiac. And within a few minutes you were out cold. You don't quite remember when you fell ****, but you remember waking up to feel yourself being carried. You try to move your hands but you can't. They're stuck behind you, and no matter how hard you pull you can't seem to bring them around to the front of your body. You fall **** again. While you are asleep you have several dreams. Nothing dirty, but they all have two things in common: a feeling of motion and being enclosed in small spaces. The same feeling one would get if they were tied up in the trunk of a car.

You wake up to the scent of some smelling salts. You hear some footsteps moving away, and when you look in the direction you think the sound is coming from you see the outline of a woman getting into a car, which you recognize as your mother's car. By the time you manage to stand on your feet she is on the road and already too far away to be chased after.

You stop and take inventory of your situation. It is immediately apparent that you are naked, with not a stick of clothing on you, not even shoes or socks. It's dark outside, so you know it's nighttime. But you don't know if it's just started or if will be morning is soon. Your hands are free, and from the marks on your wrists you assume you were correct in thinking that they were tied up before, but you don't remember being naked when you were being carried out of the house, so you assume you were probably stripped out here.

You recognized the area, but knew that it was a long walk home. You didn't see anybody around. She had dropped you off behind some trees and bushes by a nearby road. You considered your best course of action.

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These branching stories are going to have 3 very simple premises: 1) You exist in a world where your character AND ONLY your character gets to have sex with whatever group or groups of people you choose wherever and whenever he or she desires. 2) The circumstances under which he or she can have sex with that group can be specified generally or specifically. 3) The response of the people you have sex with and/or the general public can be chosen.