Josh Goes for a Walk, but Forgets Something Important...

Sated following the incredible blowjob, Josh quickly fell asleep. When he woke a few hours later it was mid-afternoon and the sun was shining brightly though the window. He decided he would go for a walk outside, both because it was a beautiful day and because he wanted to see what things were like out there.

"Oh, master, you're awake." He jumped at the soft voice coming from the corner of the room where Heather had been diligently cleaning a stain off the wall. She looked cute and very fuckable in her little maid uniform, but he was honestly spent and would rather just go outside. Patting her on the head as he passed, he mumbled something about getting some fresh air to which she only nodded and continued her work.

Walking along the road to his favorite coffee shop, Josh quickly noticed something odd about the people around him. Most of them were women of course, but that wasn't surprising. What was weird was how they were dressed. About 3/4 of the women were dressed in modest casual or work clothes, some of them walking behind or alongside a man. The remaining women... well, to put it simply they were dressed like sluts. They were wearing anything from skimpy parodies of school uniforms to straight up leather fetish wear. Many of them looked at him in interest and some were... trying to pose sexily to get his attention? After a moment he figured out what must have happened. The sluttily dressed women were probably unattached, so they were doing whatever they could to attract a boyfriend. After all, it was their main goal in life. He guessed the more modest clothes were an obvious tell that the woman already belonged to someone.

He waved hello to his neighbor Mr. Ryan as he passed him by. The 45 year old man was taking a stroll with two women quietly following behind him, both of whom were far younger and more attractive than the woman Josh remembered being his wife. Come to think of it, nearly all the women he saw were unrealistically sexy despite him not changing any rules to that effect. It seemed that with men having such an abundance of potential wives, selection pressure had made them more and more beautiful to the point where supermodels from his old world would only be average here. Fascinating. With a sudden inspiration, Josh reached into his pocket to change some rules about public decency, only to freeze in horror as his hand came up empty.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. I must have left it at home!" Josh hoped to God that his girls didn't find The Rules. Maybe Heather wouldn't mess with it, but he knew Sara was too curious for her own good. Bystanders stared oddly at him as he sprinted back home, cursing his lack of regular exercise.

Meanwhile, back at Josh's place Heather was just finishing up her regular tidying and reminiscing on her amazing morning. The mind blowing oral she'd received was great, and honestly none of the other guys she'd fucked would ever have considered doing something like that for a woman. But she actually received even more pleasure from her worship of master's dick and the taste of his cum. Josh had been uncharacteristically rough and nasty with her, just the way she liked it. Heather pouted thinking of how weird master was about sex sometimes. Maybe it was just her innocent looks and demeanor that confused him, but honestly she blamed Sara and her bizarre fetish for boring missionary sex of all things. Not to mention how she would sometimes hesitate before following a command, or even call master by his first name if she was feeling bold. Honestly, she loved her "big sis" but why couldn't she just be into painal or bondage or something normal like that? Because of her silly dom tendencies master still didn't realize that Heather was a perfectly normal depraved slut. She sighed and rubbed her thighs together feeling a familiar wetness soak her frilly panties as she vacuumed behind the couch cushions. Being constantly horny was so annoying when you were trying to get work done, but such was her life. She paused seeing something black and metallic stuck in between the couch cushions.

"Hmm? Oh! It's master's phone!" she breathed out. "Mm, he'll probably come running home when he realizes he lost it" she said with a giggle. But as she picked up the phone to lay it on the coffee table something weird happened. The phone turned on by itself and she was looking at what seemed to be an app with a list of line items describing... facts about the world? She didn't mean to read from her master's phone but couldn't help notice "Rules of the World" under which were basic stuff everyone knew, like days being 24 hours and cum being delicious. Was this some weird game master was playing? Overcome by curiosity and with no small amount of trepidation she decided to add something innocuous and see what happened.

• French maid uniforms are always worn without a bra

She felt awfully silly, not to mention appalled at herself for messing with master's stuff, but hit enter anyway. Heather gasped at the sudden sensation of sheer cloth over her nipples as her bra disappeared. What the hell?!