Cathy shows me

Afternoon. On Cathy's suggestion, I laid on her naked body with my back. My head rested on her chest, her breasts nearly covering my ears. I could hear her heart beat, and somewhere on my lower back I could feel her pussy emanating heat and moisture.

She handed me her phone "I recorded our service for You, Supreme Master." Her phone had recorded all cult members beside herself waiting for the service clearly. It was an amazing sight. Fourteen women of various ages, looks, and personalities, all standing in perfect order, all with the same dress and whitened eyes. It was creepy but I found it so exhilarating. All willing to do as I say if asked. "Look, it's starting. They're all honoring You, Illuminating One."

The girls spread their legs and started rubbing their clits. None of them made a show for the camera, so I can only deduce Cathy didn't inform them about being recorded. The Cathy in the footage started handing out printed out pictures. "It's a picture of you that Francy and Becca took for the Halloween party" Cathy explained. Every girl who received one, held it in high regard, and started masturbating even more furiously. The many moans and gasps for air soon turned into a cacophony of words. Many exclaimed "Supreme Master" or any of my many other titles, but others got more specific. While it was hard to see which mouth was responsible for which words, I soon heard phrases like "Grace me with Your Seed, Enlightened One", "Please let me worship you, Exalted One", or "Use me for your own pleasure, Supreme Master, I'm just Your fucktoy".

After another five to ten minutes, all girls climaxed and Cathy began her sermon "Sisters, what we just did was an act of loyalty and of submission. We, as women, want to submit to the right man and He needs proof that we're serious. Feel free to repeat this in your free time as well, we as women need to learn and understand that it's our duty to always be wet and ready for our Supreme Master." The girls in the audience nodded along. "We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the fact that we're women and as a result, too dumb and incompetent to live our own lives. We found the Illuminating One and His help to be so generous, necessary, and good that we decided to entrust our lives and futures to Him. If He decided my life was better if I spent it locked up in His basement, never to see the outside world again, I'd happily agree. His pleasure is the most important thing in the world. We are all mere vessels of his will. Since we can't make good decisions on our own, we chose to serve a greater cause - His. Everything we as women are too dumb to do, handling money or choosing our future, He decides on our behalf for His benefit. We don't just get to be happy, but also find community and purpose here." All of the women kept nodding.

Cathy: "Do You want to keep watching us sisters praise You? Or do You want to do something different, Magnanimous One?"

Me: "You can turn it off, it's fine. Can I ask... why did you show me? Was there anything deeper? Be honest."

Cathy: "It's just... When I returned from my gap year and decided to join your cult, I expected You to use Your influence on me to have plenty of sex with me. But instead, all You wanted ever more girls, even when You don't have the time to fuck them all in the first place. I'm not offended that I'm not the center of Your attention, Illuminated One. I'm just here to serve and Your pleasure is the most important. But I just kept wondering what made You crave ever more girls, why You are so obsessed with gaining power... Back in high school when you confessed to me, I thought it was not just because I was attractive. There were hotter girls out there. I figured you asked me out because you felt something more for me. Love, attraction, trust, connection, or whatever else it was. But now you're just going on a spree of sexual conquests. Did You change that much in the last year?" She squished her boobs on my temple. "I want You to know, Supreme Master, we're all here just to serve You. We will become whoever You want us to be, no matter our sacrifice, no matter your fetish. Just say the word. And... I was dead serious about what I said in my sermon. If you want to make sure I can never get away from You, I'll be happily locked up. I'll make up a cover story so nobody comes looking for me, I'll let You lock me up until the day I die. That is how far I'd go, and how far everyone else would go as well. I'm not saying You need to stop, Beneficent One, just... I feel like You changed, and worse, the fact that I left You alone a year ago might be to blame for Your anxious attempts at getting every woman under your control. I fear that I have harmed you, Supreme Master."

I was deep in thought. I don't remember how many seconds of silence it's been, but Cathy suddenly kissed me on the forehead. While I still kept pondering everything she suggested, I felt less paralyzed by fear. Fear of what? Fear of my own inadequacies, of my own madness, no... Of my own fear. I think Cathy was right. A part of me is simply... anxious. Not anxious that the girls are bluffing or that it'll be over soon. But anxious that I could lose them, that we could be discovered. I... kind of hate how irrational I've been. Conquer every woman in the world, force every woman to break up with any male partners she might have, and somehow rule the world? How's that supposed to work out without any violence? I already find getting 15 nudes a day overwhelming, what will I do once thousands, millions, or even billions of women serve me?

I had to rethink my approach. I decided that I would need some kind of inner circle, and then the cult outside that inner circle could become a mass religion. Why do I want a mass religion? Truthfully, I do really enjoy seeing women worship me and treat me with divine respect. And honestly? The money to just employ Charlotte, the potential to have sex with any woman I want, and potentially even political influence... Perhaps this is a new, evil side of me that I never noticed before, but I want all these things. Not because I'm afraid, but because I want to be revered and worshipped, because I want to decide about the world, because I want to have the freedom to do whatever and whichever girl I like, because I like... power.

"Cathy..." I begin "thank you for the reality check. I love you so much." Cathy's arms squeezed me tightly.

"I love You too, Bringer of Light. I apologize if I seemed too brazen, but You wanted my honest thoughts. Is there anything You want me to do? Or be?" she asked seductively.

I decided to tease her with my fingertips, running circles on the areolas and then flicking the nipple "Getting a little cheeky, are we?"

Cathy moaned loudly and exclaimed "I'm sorry, Master."

I decided to continue "You know, I found your black lipstick pretty hot. Why not become a full goth?"

Cathy responded with audible joy in her voice "One big tiddy goth girlfriend, coming right up."

"Oh, and... keep up with the misogynist teachings. I find it hot to see all of you debasing yourselves like that."

"Will do" she answered "So... what about the cult, then? Any decision?"

"I'll keep at it. But not because I'm afraid. This cult made me realize that I like to be revered, that I like to be worshipped, that I like to have girls at my mercy, that I like to have and use power. Tell Becca that I want an inner circle of girls close by, who will be just as they are now. And there will be the other girls, who will have a looser affiliation with the cult and lay low, but act as sleeper drones for me when I deem it necessary."

Author's note: Sorry for my absence, I realized that I had written myself into a corner in an earlier draft of this chapter.