The eye of controversy

Tam-ti-dam dam dam…

I hummed happily while driving Gretch’s car to work. Again.

Part of me really enjoyed making her take the bus. Like a common peasant.

She should be happy I let her have that. If I wanted to, I could make her crawl to work. Nude. Wearing my cum on her face like makeup.

Damn. Now I couldn’t get that image out of my mind.

Tam-ti-dum dim didim dom…

I was feeling pretty dang good, despite the whole Reagan, CHECKPOINT bullshit.

That foursome last night could lift any man’s spirit.

Oh yeah. We had a real party.

After feeding my two closet-fucktoys with a vital shot of protein, it was time to use them like they were meant to.

It was only my second ass-tower.

The first one was nearly a month ago, at that model-shoot.

Interestingly, both featured Anna-Marie. She was turning into an expert, I guess.

It’s fun to fuck one pussy or ass while spanking the ones waiting their turn.

I ordered them to act **** for my cock. Gretch and Lana probably didn’t need to be told that, but to have Anna-Marie’s begging voice competing for my attention… She really had some acting talent.

What made the ass-tower even more fun was tying all three legs to each other. Not that they would have escaped, but having the whole pile locked together added to the pleasure.

The rest of the night wasn’t that well organized. At one point I was fucking them one at a time, while the other two sixty-nined.

That should have netted me a Gretchen/Anna-Marie relationship control, as the brand new pair got well acquainted with each other’s pussies. But, apparently, even those were locked behind the CHECKPOINT wall.

Then, to finish everything off… just a classic triple blowjob.

Hard to get the image of Gretchen nearly **** on my cock while bucketloads of her drool streamed over the faces of the two redheads sucking my nuts.

Red-White-Red. Such a nice synchronized color team of hairs worshipping my cock. Made a nice view.

It was scarily easy to just drown in the pleasure. Spend today just doing whatever the fuck I wanted with them. Perhaps find out how to finally push Anna-Marie to 100. Or perhaps find out how many different household items I could push inside her holes.

There were so many things I could do. I had barely played around with the relationship controls either.

Any kind of fantasy could become real. All… at my fingertips.

Yet, the fight was far from over.

Maria, Reagan, THE CHECKPOINT… My challenges kept me busy.

And today… Today I would have to deal with something I rarely gave a thought to.

The fashion magazine business.

The fallout from the sexy photoshoot was here.

It wasn’t shocking enough to make news, but you can bet your ass Gretchen’s mailbox was filled with several angry messages from retailers.

This issue did have an age-warning on it, but it would still catch many distributors off their feet.

There was only so much we could do about it right now. I’m sure some super-conservative outlets would outright stop selling our magazine, but it wouldn’t matter.

In a month or two the change in our magazine would be so massive… that it would only be sold in a specialized stores anyways. Or fuck, perhaps we’d become a totally internet-based business. The print was dying anyways.

But I did create a backup plan in case the outrage would prove too overwhelming.

I had ordered Ulla to write the foreword to the article.

“This article might be shocking, but it’s point is to prove male superiority over women.”

It was a bit of a gamble.

I had upgraded one of Ulla’s traits into a straight-up superpower. She could convince people of male superiority just by having them read what she wrote. If the sentence worked correctly, it should make that article a bit more palatable.

But… there could be several problems with that.

First of all, there was no guarantee people would read that foreword. They might just see the pictures and be completely shocked.

Secondly, even if the article now convinced them of male superiority, it didn’t mean they felt it was okay to be shown in such a sexual way in a fashion magazine.

Thirdly… the precise writing was intentionally vague.

If, for some reason, Ulla’s power didn’t work the way I hoped, we could always claim that the text was meant to be sarcastic and the whole article itself was a negative commentary on patriarchy or whatever.

If it did work… It wouldn’t change society in a drastic way. More people would end up thinking that yeah, male gender is superior, but they couldn’t tell exactly in what way. It would be a very subtle change.

I couldn’t make Ulla write: “All women have to bow to men because they are better”, because that would be way too blatant.

Imagine if the feds suddenly heard that women all over the country had started bowing to men without a valid explanation. Eventually they would trace it to this magazine, and even if they all were stupid enough to read the quote and then agree with it, at least somebody would be smart enough to avoid it and find the whole thing extremely suspicious.

No. Vagueness was the way to go. For now.

In many ways, the text was more like a test, and a way to suppress some of the blowback.

Mirage’s website already had a forum post titled “The most sexist or brave article ever made?”, that had hundreds of responses.

To my surprise, half of the posts actually defended the article. I didn’t know if that number was good or bad, since people active on the Mirage forum would naturally veer towards defending the magazine.

Very few people actually dared call it “hot” or “sexy”… not that surprising though, since nearly all of our readers were women, and yeah, three sexy supermodels fawning over a man would probably not be their thing. Some defenders even used the term “post-modern” or “nihilistic, but in a thought-provoking way”.

I was really happy to see some people say that the article did what it said out to do: prove male superiority. Those comments were extremely divisive. Some people just called them outright sexist, asking them to be banned, while others echoed the sentiment of how this article made them realize “male superiority”.

Okay… It did look like Ulla’s power had worked the way I hoped. Not a hundred-percent guarantee, but definitely a positive sign.

In one of the sub-discussions, a noticed an interesting thing. Somebody had either copied Ulla’s foreword from the online magazine, or written it themselves. Either way, it didn’t seem to convince the person they were arguing with.

So, purely copying Ulla’s text or exact phrasing didn’t seem to have the same effect? Perhaps as long as the text wasn’t fully typed by Ulla, it wouldn’t work?

In another sub-discussion I saw the opposite effect. Somebody had taken a picture of Ulla’s foreword, and suddenly the person fighting with them conceded, telling them “Oh. I didn’t see that. Now that think about it, I’m starting to see the article’s point.”

Photo worked then?

I guess the text in the pic was technically Ulla’s typing, so…

Fuck. Seeing it be this effective was a bit scary.

Cock-hardening, but scary.

Please don’t totally subvert society.

Not immediately, anyways.

For better or worse, Mirage would be in the eye of controversy this week. Perhaps longer.

Still, even I couldn’t expect the shitshow that was our office.

A massive gathering of women had filled up the hallway in front of my office.

For a second I thought we were being attacked by a group of militant feminists or something, but once a few turned their eyes to me… things dawned on me.

They were all of our employees. Nearly every woman who worked for Mirage.

They had surrounded Gretchen, who was trying to field the onslaught of angry questions.

“…how could we put out such trash?”

“…My family reads the magazine!”

“…Is there gonna be more stuff like this? There should have been a discussion!”

“I didn’t sign up to work for a porn magazine!”

But once I got there, they all quieted down for a second. Then the collective turned their attention me and continued with their screeching.

It was clear why they were here, in front of my door and not Gretchen’s.

They blamed the new male editor, the known scumbag, for the smutty article.

…and yeah, they were correct to do so… but it still fucking annoyed me.

Eventually, I had to put my hands up to get them to quiet down for a second.

“Ladies. If we’re going to have a real discussion, we can’t do it on a hallway. Now, everybody, please, let’s go into my off-“

Suddenly, a thought hit me.

There was a better way to do this.

“Actually, no. It might be too small for all of us. Let’s go the writer’s room. I’ll answer every single question you have there.”

Mercifully, they only grumbled in annoyance and marched towards the room I directed.

The room… That I had under my control.

I quickly looked up what the actual trait for it was. It had been a while.

MIRAGE OFFICES: THE WRITER'S ROOM

MASOCHISM / THE DUNGEON

The bar for giving punishments inside the room lowers considerably. Weak reasoning for the user to punish the subject or subjects becomes more acceptable. Watching someone else get punished will increase the subject’s sexual desire towards the user, if it happens inside the room.

I grinned.

I could have fun with this.