The still confusing Rebecca

Rebecca entered my room. She took a breath and smiled, it was obvious what we had been doing before. She closes the door behind her and begins talking. "Your doors are remarkably soundproof. I had my suspicions, but I couldn't hear a thing. In any case, I wanted to do something a little different... I know this isn't my place as one of your followers to say, but I'd like you to change the rules."

Huh, a bit of an odd request, yes. I mean, those three are basically following them perfectly so far, without a complaint. Maybe this will be an opportunity to experiment further. She started making suggestions "You know, I realized something when coming inside this room. I remembered that I had a duty to fulfill. But honestly... I don't want to feel like I have to do this. If you, Supreme Master, would like to indulge in my request, I suggest adding a rule that makes us not know that the rules exist, while still following them. I want it to be in my instinct to offer you my body every day, not a chore."

I ponder it a while. I can honestly see the appeal. I was mainly thinking of Francesca, she would probably be horrified if she ever were to leave. Hmmm, leave? Can they do that? Well, that's for future me to worry about. Back to Rebecca. Why did she suggest this rule? "Do you like the rules, Rebecca? Or are you the one that feels like it's a chore?"

She threw herself to the floor on her knees and cowered "Oh no, o Magnificent One. I did not mean to insult you. It's an honor to serve you. What I was worried about was whether all of your girls will always feel that way. If they are unaware, then they might just see it as normal standard behavior."

I had a slight suspicion before all of this and I thought of a great way to solve my curiosity...

Rule twelve: All believers cannot lie to the Supreme Master. They can only hide the truth from the Supreme Master by remaining silent, but will start talking if the Supreme Master demands it.

This also brought me more valuable experimentation data: Rebecca must have only seen the first eleven rules, since she effectively co-authored them. So would she know my sneaky change? I asked her bluntly "Is there another reason to do this? You seemed to be very happy with this idea from the start. Did you want to serve me last night that badly?"

Rebecca shook, she was a bit afraid of what she was about to say "No, before yesterday, I thought you were a bit unremarkable... I-I apologize for saying that, Supreme Master. I had not yet seen the light that elevates my life. But I always had this weird fascinations with cults. And then Francesca came up with that idea. I always wondered, how could any upstanding woman donate all of her money, change her entire life's trajectory and throw away her friends and family just to get to fuck a guy who has several other women to fuck? Over time, it turned into an obsession. I wanted to experience how these women felt. Both the ecstasy of living a simple life with clear-cut goals and the loneliness when their master chose someone else. And eventually I found myself watching porn with that. And I fucking LOVE it when a girl doesn't even know her mind has been fucked with. Please Supreme Master, I beg you... Much like I can't help myself but to venerate and admire you, to refer to you with titles of authority, please make me just as unaware of ever writing these rules in the first place. I want to feel like a normal college girl that also has this side to her."

Yeah... about what I expected. No wonder. I am surprised that Francesca set it up. I'd have expected her feelings against men to be a deterrent, but I guess we're good enough friends, right? She trusted me, I'm sure of it. I asked Rebecca the one question still burning on my mind "Do you think you could stop being a believer if you wanted?"

She was confused, as if that thought had never occurred to her. "O Benevolent One, rule seven clearly states that you get to make decisions such as what spiritual or religious beliefs I have. But I suppose that if my faith in you was crumbling... It wouldn't be out of the question for me to no longer submit myself to these rules and slip out of your grasps, perhaps undetected. I don't think this is a good idea, though."

"All we need to do is make it forbidden to leave. Cults do that too, right?" I ask her.

"W-Well, they often shun their members, not like they can stop them legally. But yes, nobody's ever really allowed to leave, as that would mean criticizing the worldview of the cult" she responds. Then, a devilish smile appears on her vibrant face "Supreme Master, I have an idea..."

I pull out my pen "Way ahead of you. And for good measure, I'll humor your original request."

Rule thirteen: All believers follow the rules, but aren't ever aware of them. Believers do not question the rules. Believers who somehow have awareness of the rules' existence, forget their existence right away, while still following them. Believers feel overwhelmingly compelled to follow the rules.

Rule fourteen: All believers are believers for life.

The last part of rule thirteen is another experiment on my part. I have no idea whether I can do these kinds of things. I'm still surprised they actually follow my rules and from the way Rebecca spoke, it's the real deal. What have I gotten myself involved with? There's clearly something supernatural going on here.

As I turn back to Rebecca, she looks around the room, trying to find her reason of being here. Eventually, she starts talking with the only thing she can come up with, while disrobing in front of me "Supreme Master, I know I might not have Cathy's breasts, but it would be an honor to worship you. I fear that when college starts, we might not have the time anymore."

I don't really know what's real and what's fake anymore at this point... But I have an aspiring actress in the nude in front of me, willing to get fucked. What else is there to do besides playing along? "Rebecca, you are welcome to worship me."

Rebecca took great care to unzip my pants and let my cock roam free. She stared at it like a divine object, which I'm sure is exactly how she felt about it. "I'm so honored, O Bringer of Light." She took advantage of her body shape by pressing my cock between her soft thighs, giving me a uniquely pleasurable experience. I'm sure the only other way to experience what I was feeling as her thighs, lubricated by her pussy juices, rubbed my cock up and down, would be to get crushed by a deadly amount of plushes. Soft and squishy, yet also strongly squeezing my cock. All while seeing her juicy ass slam into me. I began to hold her and felt my way up to her breasts. She let out a loud moan as she realized what had happened, yet even when I started playing with her nipples, she kept diligently focused on my dick. In the end we both climaxed, my jizz landing on her lap.

"Thank you master for the orgasm." she said, while hurriedly exiting my room. Was she bashful now? Things are weird.