What happens on the way to... wherever we're going?

I add in a few more rules, to better shape the world

All of reality is at my fingertips now, so why shouldn't I tweak things even more? As the ladies by my side continue to tease and stroke me, I begin to write once more....

Human existence as a whole revolves around making the world out to be the utmost, ideal and utopic Femdom Society while still remaining familiar to what I originally knew. This extends to all aspects of human life. Everybody lives in perfect harmony with each other - there is no true strife or conflict, only friendly competition. The central tenants of humanity in this Femdom Society would be for me to remain happy, horny, and thoroughly milked.

Without any external dangers or stressors to society, all technological development and innovation is put towards making my life as indulgently satisfying as possible. All cultural elements are made to be sexually enticing for me, leaving me to essentially live surrounded by high-quality pornography at all times. Even without the influence of a Facilitator's supernatural capabilities, the world would essentially be so perfectly tailored to titillate me, and I would be able to remain aroused constantly just by looking around.

The world begins to shift around me as I continue to write, posters and screens morphing to various depictions of erotic acts. Blowjobs, handjobs, footjobs, thighjobs, and countless other sex acts were being blasted on giant billboard screens as projected via hologram on to streets and windows. Glory holes were built and maintained in every building, booths popped up for smaller, more intimate milking sessions. Water and Food was now infused with aphrodisiacs, and pheromones were being sprayed into the air constantly.

I moan as I cum again, looking at the two latex-clad twins at my side marveling at their upgraded outfits from the newly implemented rules. The latex was even shinier and smoother than before, practically liquid against their skin as it glistened in the daylight, easily capturing my gaze across their bodies. The material clung onto my flesh just right, a little squish of a squeeze to add that extra bit of friction I enjoyed... and as I ogled their outfits, I continued to think about what other rules I could implement...