Have Lots of Orgasms and Look as Hot as Possible While Doing It

Lacy, it turned out, was no longer at college to study nuclear physics. Instead, her new major was Erotic Arts. It turned out that there weren’t a lot of girls in the other programs anymore, period. There never had been.

When she first found this out, she was pretty upset. Lacy had wanted to be a physicist for a decade at that point, and considered that a bedrock part of who she was as a person. She was a scientist. Her latest change had been meant to help women. How had this happened?

Well, it turned out that what “society in general” thought was “necessary for women to thrive” was mostly for women to have lots of orgasms and to look as hot as possible while doing it. There was no expectation that women “balance their work life,” or, in fact, work at all. It wasn’t so much that women weren’t allowed to do more than have sex and be sexy, it was more that anything beyond that was seen as just kind of a bonus, a nice-to-have rather than a need. If getting an education was going to get in the way of Lacy coming as hard and often as possible, the conventional wisdom now went, maybe she should stop trying so hard to get an education.

A large part of Lacy rebelled against this. It went against everything she thought she stood for. She thought girls who only worried about appearances were stupid and boring! She was a feminist who thought a woman could do anything just as well as a man could, if not better. She barely even wore makeup, for pity’s sake.

That was how she found herself asking Chloe to help her get ready in the mornings. The girl was a Lipstick Lesbian, after all. Chloe was skeptical at first, given that the Lacy she knew had been putting on makeup in the morning for many years. Lacy ended up lying about a carpal tunnel diagnosis causing her doctor to tell her to avoid grasping small objects.

Anyway, it gave them time to talk more than usual. The Chloe she knew was, if anything, a more militant feminist than Lacy, but she now seemed pretty mellow about the whole situation.

“Think of it like this,” Chloe told her one morning. “Girls are more important than guys. That’s why we don’t have to waste our time doing stuff like working, unless we want to.”

“What about you?” Lacy asked as Chloe worked on one of her eyelashes. “You’re gay, you’re not going to get some man to take care of you while you come all day.”

Her friend shrugged. “Maybe I’ll find me a girl who likes to work. Or we’ll go on FB. I had a single mom growing up, we lived off those things.”

“FB,” it turned out, stood for Female Benefits. Government stipends for women who were either single or didn’t have a man for whatever reason, enough to allow them the basic “necessities” without having to work. Well, Lacy thought as she browsed the government website, that was some good that came out of this.

And she really did find her Erotic Arts classes fulfilling, to her surprise. She could still be a scientist, she found, but a different kind, studying exactly what actions would produce what response in the human body. In Dominance and Submission 201 (Monday and Wednesday mornings at 9:30AM), for example, she discovered that her positive responses to rough sex were entirely normal in a good percentage of women. Living in a world where men generally treated women with respect most of the time, it had actually become more common for women to crave someone treating them like dirt in the bedroom.

“Or, you know, all the other places people fuck,” she had to clarify to a confused Chloe when she explained the point. To Chloe, there was no particular reason to associate the bedroom with sex, as opposed to anywhere else.

Having broadened her horizons just a little, Lacy now found her relationship with her roommate extending beyond the occasional hello at the breakfast table to include far more sixty-nining than she had previously imagined. Lacy really loved cocks, but she had to admit Chloe's tongue was really nice, and the two girls found they could get off more quickly with each other’s help than alone. Or they could take their time, as Lacy was learning more about every day.

However, while cunnilingus was all well and good, Lacy found that she had plenty of itches Chloe just couldn’t scratch. She still liked to start and end each day on Eric’s dick. And though they did try it, she found that rough sex just didn’t do it for her the same way with a female partner. It wasn’t Chloe’s fault that when she insulted and slapped Lacy while railing her with a strap-on, it just seemed like she was being kind of mean, not like Lacy was a dirty little whore who needed a good spanking.

So she found herself in Eric’s dorm room explaining to him how she really wanted him to treat her. “I’m not gonna break,” she assured him. “I do this all the time in class. I really want you to fuck me hard, OK?”

“I mean, if you’re sure,” he said. He did a decent job at it, too. A few minutes later, as his dick slammed down into her over and over while they stared into each other’s eyes, Lacy wondered if this was what love felt like. Eric had always just felt like the safe choice. But if he could give her what she needed like this, maybe they really did fit together?

“Now slap me!” she growled at him.

“You want me to what?” he asked tentatively.

“Slap me across the face, you fucking asshole!” she yelled.

He tried, but it was a very lame attempt.

“Not like that! Harder! Punish me! I deserve it!”

He slapped her again, for real this time. She felt the stinging pain on her cheek, mixed with the pleasure in her nether regions, and grinned from ear to ear. “OK,” she said in a more normal voice, “that’s more like it. The safe word is Hemsworth. Let’s go.”

They went. Their experiments went further and further, in fact. Lacy was always sure to apply the scientific method, even now. She started having him tie her up, having him spank her, having him fuck her face, having him use her like a sex toy. Each time, it seemed like she had to go further to reach that place, feel that feeling, the feeling that had become her whole world.

It was Professor Gutierrez who had suggested orgasm play. “Yes, coming frequently is very important for women’s health,” the still-very-sexy middle-aged woman told her class, while she sat on a large dildo at the front of the room. Lacy was kneeling in front of Alyssa Wong, carefully licking her snatch to keep her at a seven out of ten arousal without going to an eight, as the Professor had instructed, but she still listened intently. “However, that’s exactly why your partner holding out on you can be so, well, fun. It can be incredibly freeing, not thinking about anything but getting over that edge. I think you might find that you need to come so badly, you will do or say anything to make it happen. That’s why you should only try this with someone you really trust.”

The first time Lacy tried this with Eric, he accidentally made her come right away. But he was willing to learn. It was actually his idea for the set-up they eventually came up with, where Lacy would be tied up on a bed, spread-eagled and gagged, with a vibrator against her clit. The vibrator being controlled by a remote control Eric held, of course. At first, she was worried that this was all about her, and would be insufficiently fulfilling for Eric. But he seemed fine with it, and when she had some of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced in their first few sessions with this system, she stopped worrying about that detail.

After about a week that Lacy primarily spent either in class or tied up with a vibrator on her clit, being brought right up to orgasm and then denied, she got back from the Cafeteria one afternoon to find Alyssa also in Eric’s dorm room. The girl had apparently volunteered to give Eric blowjobs while he played with Lacy. So thoughtful.

Thus, Lacy thought it was no coincidence that Eric seemed more patient than usual that afternoon. Each time her breathing started to quicken, even slightly, he would turn down the vibrator, or turn it off completely. Normally, he let her come several times per session. But this time, he wasn’t letting her come at all. She lifted her head slightly to see her friend Alyssa deepthroating her boyfriend, while he stared at Lacy with what seemed like a slight smirk on his face. What was going on?

Eric turned up the vibrator again, then said, “I think you’re starting to figure out something’s up, so I’m just going to tell you. I looked at your phone. At the App.”

Oh God. The thought broke through Lacy’s usual haze of arousal, and the loud gulping noises coming from Alyssa’s work on his dick. He knew about her changes.

“I didn’t mean to, I swear. You had left it in the bathroom, and I was just going to bring it to you, but then you got a text message and I, well, I’ve seen you put in your password lots of times, so… that’s how I found out you’ve been lying to my face this entire time. You weren’t studying the App to see if you could figure out where it came from or how it worked. You were just using it. You were using it to get fucked. I let you fuck other guys because you needed so many orgasms. You only needed so many orgasms because of what you wrote!”

She yelled through the gag in frustration, but couldn’t form any words. Good, she deserved this. She deserved to be punished. She had been such an idiot. How could she have lied to him like this? It had just become easy after so long, she had almost forgotten she was doing it.

Alyssa pulled her mouth off of Eric’s cock just long enough to say, “And if you’re wondering, yes bitch, he told me about the App. But I’m not nearly stupid enough to try and use it, not like you. I’ll bet I’d never even deepthroated a guy before you wrote all that. I mean, I love it now, sure, but you didn't ask me. You just went ahead and changed the whole world. Who does that?” She wrapped her lips around him again and swallowed, ending up with her nose touching his stomach.

“I gave you the power to change the fundamental nature of existence on a cosmic level,” he said, “and you used it to make us guys do all the work so that women could just come all day. You think guys don’t want to just get our dicks wet all day? Of course we do! But we can’t, because now we have to take care of women! Because of what _you _wrote.”

Lacy shook her head hard, trying desperately to communicate that he was wrong about her motivations. Oh fuck, she was starting to get close. He had turned the vibrator up even further. Her tits bounced up and down with her hard breathing, her body slick with sweat. The tits she had given herself with the App.

Eric grunted, and came down Alyssa’s throat. She swallowed all of it like a pro. Which Lacy guessed she was now. Lacy had made Alyssa a pro at swallowing men’s cum, without any input from Alyssa.

Then Eric got to his feet, his half-erect dick still out, and walked over to Lacy. First, he rubbed his still-slick cock on her cheek, leaving trails of his cum residue and Alyssa’s spit across her face. Then he held up his own phone, the App open on the screen.

Lacy could see that the last change he had made was “Nerd girls always put out on the first date.” Before that, it was just “All cats are green.” So just the one, she thought. That wasn’t so bad. And it wasn’t as if nerd girls hadn’t put out before… Why would he even have written that? It didn't make any sense.

Then, he raised the remote and clicked the vibrator over to off. Lacy yelled through the gag again, this time in frustration.

“Here’s what your punishment is going to be. You used the App to screw men over, so now I want you to use it to screw women over. I’m going to take off your gag. When I do, you’re going to say the change you can think of that will be the most demeaning to women. Voice to text. Then, and only then, am I going to let you come. And then I’m going to hit Return. Sound good?”

Lacy tried to think, but it seemed impossible. Her thoughts fought to get through her frustrated arousal, and mostly failed. Maybe she could say something that Eric would accept as “the most demeaning thing she could think of,” but wouldn’t actually be so bad. Fuck, she needed to come. If she could just come, she could think. She just needed to come.

He was taking off her gag. “Please,” she begged. “Please please please. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it, I swear. I wasn’t trying to break anything. I just wanted to help.”

"Yeah, you sure helped a lot," Alyssa said, now standing over Lacy with jizz running down her chin.

“Are you ready?” he asked calmly. He hit the button and his phone beeped in readiness to accept voice to text. Lacy swallowed hard.

“Women can only orgasm when they’re being physically or emotionally dominated by a man,” she heard herself say.

The words appeared on the screen. She hadn’t had time to think. At least this way, maybe she would help women like her who just needed to open up about what they needed sexually. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad!

It was only then that she realized that this change was on Eric’s phone. She wouldn’t remember! She wouldn’t be able fix it down the line. Maybe if she held the thought in her mind, she could…

"Good girl," Eric said. He turned the vibrator up all the way. Lacy came so hard she passed out. Then he hit Return.