Daz; a Male Dom with some fucked-up ideas

You are Daz. A College Student with quite a fit body and an average penis. A few months ago you'd got your hands on a fake ID and got into a BDSM Club. You'd always loved watching BDSM Porn; from watching women getting punished corporally or having themselves sexually punished by masters. You loved the idea of having complete control over a woman; or several for that matter...

And now; with the Notebook and Ring you can...

So you start writing out the main rules for your new society... All with the ring spinning...

Rule: All over-18 women are subservient to men.

Rule: All men can be Masters of Women as long as they hold no criminal record and are over 18.

Rule: At 18, fathers try to sell their daughters to a responsible Master.

Rule: Men can own Women for a fee. This fee can be decided by the Father or other previous owner or guardian.

Rule: Women can be treated however their owners want as long as permanent injury is not caused and **** is avoided.

Rule: I, the owner of this notebook, can claim any woman as mine by just claiming so.

Rule: I cannot die. Nor can any of my slaves.

Rule: I live in a mansion; with twelve bedrooms, fifteen bathrooms, and all other standard house rooms. It also contains a dungeon with every BDSM tool and toy. I also have a **** Chef called Anne and Cleaner called Janice but both accept any name and refer to me as Master.

Rule: Women over 40 can be released if they can pay the balance their owner paid for them.

Rule: Women over 24 must be paid for their services but this amount can be decided by the Owner; the only rule is that the amount must be fair and that the **** can pay for their release by 75 at the same working rate.

Rule: At 90 women transform into 18-year-olds ready to be resold.

Rule: Overpopulation isn't a problem as the universe expands to accept the population changes.

Rule: Hunger, poverty and war are all non-existent.

Rule: I am always at peak appearance; with a 12-inch long and 5 inch thick penis.

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You look up; having barely noticed as everything around you changed to accommodate your new rules.

You look around your house and see all of the rooms you wanted; decorated exactly how you would have decorated; just more tastefully.

You peek into the dungeon and see the tools and toys you wanted.

You smile when you see the chef and cleaner; nakedly cleaning and cooking.

"Good Morning, Master." They both say.

You nod; sitting down.

Like clockwork; as if this happened everyday; they serve you your breakfast.