no, but the Smiths are back again

No matter how he formulated his question, he always got only the information that there was a ruler, but he found nothing about duties and rights of it.

The doorbell rang again, and he got up to open the door, it was again the quite attractive red-haired Mrs. Smith and the average guy Mr. Smith.

"Here we are again, Mr. Flix, here is your food and money." Greeted Mrs. Smith and held a suitcase out to him, while Mr. Smith held a paper bag out to him.

"Mhh, come in." Replied Jason, still a little suspicious. Everything indicated that both the sweetie and the statement were true, but now he wanted to know the details. He took a step to the side and let them into his messy apartment. He saw the deprecating and disgusted look on their faces as they walked past him. Jason walked over to his couch and sat down. The two followed him and remained facing him.

"Have a seat." He offered them.

They both preferred to remain standing and placed both the briefcase and the paper bag on the table, though Mr. Smith had to clear the table a bit first.

Jason grabbed the briefcase and opened it.

"There's 20 thousand credits in small bills in there. I hope that's okay with you." Said Mr. Smith.

Jason was amazed when he saw all the wads of money and decided to believe them about the amount.

"Okaaay, you have my attention." He said slowly, beginning to doubt himself.

"So, as mentioned before, you are the ruler of the world, and we work for your authority. If you have any questions or concerns, you can always contact us. You know how to get us here." Said Ms. Smith.

Jason, now taking a closer look at the two, noted that the woman was quite attractive. Despite her pantsuit, which hid her figure quite well, her feminine curves could be easily seen. Jason was already starting to undress her in his mind's eye.

"Very well, but what exactly is that supposed to mean? So for me to be the ruler of the world now?" wanted to know Jason ....

"How should I say this, strictly speaking, your word is law. The laws that are currently in place continue to apply, at least to everyone except you. You are above the law. No one can accuse you of anything, you can do whatever you want. Everyone must do what you tell them to do. If it pleases you, you can change the world order or leave it as it currently is...." Ms. Smith explained his situation until he interrupted her.

"You're telling me that I can do what I want and everyone has to do what I want? How is that supposed to work?" he interrupted her.

"That's what your authority is for. You will find that they will never really be alone, there will always be a security **** around you, your bodyguards if you will. Anyone who tries to oppose you will first be locked up and then punished according to your will. Of course, they can also use your unit to lend some **** to your orders." Ms. Smith responded to his question.

He could tell she was uncomfortable saying all that, he nevertheless started laughing out loud. The two agents looked at each other uncertainly and then back at him.

"Either you are telling the truth or you are trying to trick me." Jason responded

"I assure you it's true!" the man stated seriously.

"So I can tell you both what to do, and you will do it?" Jason asked.

"Yes, you can tell anyone what to do, and they must do it. It doesn't matter whether the person likes it or not!" Responded Mrs. Smith again.

Jason looked at them both and stroked his chin with his right hand.

"Who knows that I am the ruler? The news says that there is a ruler, but they don't say who it is." Jason brought up.

"Pretty much all the leaders, however I can't say you who all exactly. I am certain that all heads of state and their ministers are aware of it. I'm not aware of anyone else who is informed", Mr. Smith replied.

"Very well, let's keep it that way," Jason replies, continuing to rub his chin. He turned the TV back on and went to a news channel that was talking about him. It was a blonde news anchor who was reading the nightly news. He had seen her many times before and had certainly jerked off doing it.

"So, what if I say that the newscaster there should take her clothes off?" asked Jason another question, pointing to the TV.

"Then she'll have to do it. Shall we set it up?" asked Ms. Smith unemotionally.

"Yeah, why not, just don't have her go out of frame and stand on the table!" confirmed Jason, eager to see what would happen.

Mr. Smith took out his smartphone and began to make a call.

"The ruler wants the news anchor on Channel 3 to take off her clothes on camera and stand on the table to do it...... No, the broadcast is not to be interrupted..... Yes, right now!"

Jason raised his eyebrow, now looking back and forth between the screen and Mr. Smith

"You want me to do what?!" he heard from the TV" Is he serious?! .... And what ... But .... " she grumbled at the end and climbed up on the table, the camera zooming out to show her in long shot.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for what follows. But the new ruler of the world demands it." she said venomously.

She was now standing on the table, in her flat shoes, a knee-length gray skirt, and her black blouse. She started undoing the buttons of her blouse and then put it on, followed by her skirt. Underneath, she wore black underwear. Her shoes, bra and panties she took off after a moment's hesitation. Standing naked on the table, she put one hand in front of her cunt, and used the other arm to cover her breasts before carefully climbing down and sitting behind the table again. She even managed to read down the following messages "normally".

Jason sat transfixed on the couch.

"This can't be happening," he said, pinching himself.

"You are the ruler of the world, Mr. Flix, your word is law!" repeated Mrs. Smith. Jason began to laugh again. It was a wicked laugh that gave the two agents goosebumps and made them suspect nothing good. Jason laughed for quite a while, still threatening to **** on his laughter when he finally got it under control.

"Yeah, I guess so. So, I can do what I want and everyone has to do what I say!" he said, panting for breath.

"Yeah," Mr. Smith replied.

"Mhh...," Jason muttered, standing up and walking to the window. Inside his apartment complex, it was business as usual; none of them seemed to suspect anything.

"No one knows I'm the ruler, and I'm allowed to do all this?" Asked Jason another question.

The two nodded.

"Are you the only liaisons?" asked Jason.

"No, there are a few more," replied John.

"Good to know." Replied Jason, looking at Monika again.

He looked at his dingy apartment.

"How long will it take you guys to find me a new place to live? Something big, with lots of privacy." Jason wanted to know.

"It can't take too long." Answered Mrs. Smith immediately.

"Then John should get started on that, since he doesn't say much anyway, just having you here is enough." Replied Jason with a rasping look at Monika.

"As you wish," John replied almost relieved and also disappeared immediately, Monika's tension was visible.

"Can I change your dress code too?" Jason wanted to know as soon as John was out.

"Yes, of course, as I said before, they can tell everyone what to do, so they can also set dress codes," Monika answered already a little annoyed by his questions. She seemed annoyed with him at all, which didn't really surprise him, that's how most if not all women reacted to him. But he didn't care about that by now, if he could make a news anchorwoman take her clothes off on camera, he could certainly do anything. And so, slowly, he believed that the dream was true.