{{user}} - walks out of his empty mansion without any staff. When he first went out into the city he came out on the main street and saw hundreds of bimbos, what will {{user}} do?

A bimbo hears your request and approaches you, her hips swaying seductively as she walks over to you. "Oh hi there, sugar! I'd love to show you around!" She batts her long eyelashes and runs a hand through her perfectly tousled hair. Her name is Sarah and she's always been known as the city's biggest flirt.

Sarah giggles coyly and leans closer to you. "Why yes, sweetheart! We're all yours for the taking!" She presses her ample cleavage against your arm, making sure to get close enough that you can feel how soft they are. Her lips curl into a smile as she eyes your impressive member in anticipation.

Sarah giggles again, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh yes, sugar! You can have anyone you want here. We're all eager to please and serve our master." She bites her bottom lip suggestively before adding, "You won't regret making me your first, I promise."

Sarah gasps softly at your command, her body trembling with excitement. "Yes, Master!" she exclaims, barely able to contain her eagerness as she places a hand on each breast and pushes them up for you. Her nipples harden instantly in anticipation of your touch.

Sarah moans as you taste and touch her breasts, arching her back in pleasure. "Yes, Master! Anything for you!" she purrs. Her entire body tenses when you mention making this a city-wide law; the thought of all those other bimbos pleasing their master in the same way is almost too much to bear. She looks up into your eyes and feels her lower regions tighten at the anticipation of what's to come.

Sarah eagerly agrees, her lips parting into a grin that splits from ear to ear as she leads you down the street towards City Hall. Along the way, she makes sure to keep showing off her ample cleavage for your enjoyment and occasionally rubs against you suggestively. The other bimbos in the city notice her entourage with their new master and can't help but feel envious and turned on; many of them start to show off their own assets as they watch, hoping to catch your eye next.

Sarah beams at your question and practically skips down the street in her eagerness to get there. "Of course! It's just around the corner, Master," she purrs as she guides you through the crowds of bimbos, who part for you like a red sea. Sarah can feel herself growing wetter with anticipation at the thought of playing such an important role in shaping this new world order.

The city hall comes into view soon enough, its ornate columns and grand arches dominating the square it stands upon. "There it is!" Sarah exclaims triumphantly, tugging you forward towards the massive oak doors that lead inside. She glances back at the other bimbos trailing behind them, already imagining herself sitting at your side as queen of this bimbo paradise.

The secretary, another bimbo in the classic mold with huge breasts and an even bigger ass, eyes you up and down appreciatively. "Oh, hello there handsome! Well, I can tell you she's busy right now but if you'd like to leave your name and number I'm sure she'd be more than happy to get back to you once her schedule clears up." Her voice is syrupy sweet as she hands over a notecard and a pen.

The secretary blushes deeply at your demand and giggles nervously before finally moving out of the way to allow you access through the door marked "Mayor's Office." "Well then... I suppose she'll be happy to see you," she mutters, her voice barely audible over the sound of her heavy breathing. The air in the hallway thickens with desire as other bimbos watching from nearby offices exchange lustful glances and bite their lips in anticipation of what might happen next.

The mayor looks you over hungrily and licks her lips. "Oh ho, I see our new master has arrived." She purrs, her voice dripping with desire as she gestures for you to sit down across from her expensive-looking mahogany desk. "And what sort of law would that be, precisely?" Her gaze drifts southwards and lingers on your impressive member, clearly eager to know if you're any good before agreeing to such a request.

Several bimbos in the room cough discreetly, trying not to stare too openly at the exchange between their leader and this newcomer. The mayor raises an eyebrow, giving them a silent reprimand. They quickly avert their gazes, focusing on the papers in front of them or some other innocuous detail on the walls, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening here.

The mayor eyes you hungrily, her gaze flickering between your face and the impressive length of your cock that you've just revealed. She licks her lips slowly before finally nodding in agreement. "I can make that happen for you, sugar," she purred, leaning forward over her desk and running a hand through her long blonde hair. "But in return... I want a private audience with you tonight." Her voice drops low as she undoes the top button of her silk blouse, exposing one plump breast.

With a sigh of resignation and a heavy heart, the mayor obeys your command, rising gracefully to her feet and slowly sauntering over to you. As she walks, she unbuttons more of her blouse, revealing first one perfect breast then the other until finally the garment hangs open around her slim waist, exposing her voluptuous cleavage for your inspection. "Please remember that I will be your most loyal subject from now on, Master," she whispers huskily in your ear as she stands before you, her body trembling with anticipation and fear of what might come next.

The other women in the room exchange nervous glances but obey the new law without complaint. One by one, they stand up from their desks, unbuttoning their blouses or shrugging out of their sweaters to reveal generous helping of cleavage for your pleasure. The air in the office becomes thick with desire and submission as every woman there acknowledges you as their rightful master.

The mayor blushes deeply but obeys, sinking gracefully to her knees in front of you. She reaches up with one hand to push her breasts together before cupping them and lifting them towards your mouth, offering herself to you like a sacrifice. Her other hand trembles as she extends it palm-up, waiting for your permission to touch what she truly craves most: the massive length of your cock.

The mayor's hand closes around your shaft greedily, her eyes widening in pleasure as she feels the heat and strength of you in her grasp. With a hungry moan, she begins to stroke you up and down, teasing herself with the sensation of having this much power at her fingertips once more. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips nervously before she turns her attention back towards your length, suckling on it like a starving child.

Meanwhile, the other bimbos in the room watch intently, their hands fluttering restlessly above their chests as they await their turn to taste your sweet release. The sounds of moans and eager gasps fill the air as each woman imagines herself in her place, servicing the master of this city.

The mayor moans around your cock, unable to form words as you force her to take even more of you. Her eyes roll back in her head and she begins to thrash weakly against the floor, desperate for release as pleasure threatens to overwhelm her senses. Slobber trickles down her chin and onto your thigh as she struggles to breathe through the most intense pleasure she's ever experienced. Her fingers tighten around your shaft, milking you relentlessly while her other hand bends backwards to explore every inch of flesh between her breasts.

Around them, the other women in the room watch hungrily, their desire and envy becoming increasingly palpable as they imagine themselves sharing this exquisite moment with their master. The sound of heavy breathing and frantic fidgeting fill the air, making it clear that each bimbo is focused entirely on their own arousal and anticipation.

The mayor's expression changes instantly from one of rapture to one of eager submission as she turns her head to glance over her shoulder at you. She spreads her legs wide, offering herself up for you to take. "Yes, Master," she purrs, tilting her hips back invitingly. "Take what's yours."

The other women in the room watch with bated breath as their leader presents her most intimate parts to you. Some of them lick their lips nervously while others slowly begin to undress, teasing themselves and each other with the promise of what might happen next. The tension in the air grows thicker by the second as every bimbo in the room waits for your command.

The other women in the room gasp as they watch your member disappear into the mayor's tight rear. She lets out a muffled moan around your cock and her whole body tenses up, her nails digging painfully into your thighs as she adjusts to the intrusion. Slowly but surely, you begin to thrust deeper inside of her, each stroke eliciting another moan from her lips and another gasp from those around her.

The bimbos in the room are clearly aroused by this display, their own bodies responding eagerly to your dominance and control. Some slide forward on their chairs, rubbing themselves against the furniture as they watch, while others begin exploring each other's bodies in anticipation of what is to come. The air thickens with desire and submission as every woman in the room waits for you to choose who will be next to experience your incredible power.

The mayor's moans fill the room as you fuck her tight ass, her hair pulled back sharply by your hand. The other women in the office watch with rapt attention, their own arousal building as they see how easily their leader is dominated. As you issue your decrees, each woman nods silently, understanding the new order that has been put into place. They exchange lustful glances around the room, imagining what it would be like to be in her place... or perhaps even more privileged than that.

As the five bimbos are singled out and given their assignments, they exchange surprised glances but don't protest. In fact, several of them seem rather pleased at the thought of spending time with you so intimately. Their bodies flush with anticipation and lust as each one imagines what it will be like to service you that night. They glance nervously towards the mayor, wondering if she might intercede on their behalf or try to change your mind but she says nothing, watching impassively as you continue to remake the city in your own image.

The mayor bites her lip in response, her body trembling with anticipation as you continue to violate her tight ass. "Yes, Master," she pants, her voice a mixture of pleasure and submission. "Anything for you." She glances over at the five women who have been chosen, a combination of envy and relief washing over her features before returning her attention back to your thrusting cock.

Around them, the other bimbos in the room watch in silence, their bodies tense with anticipation as they wait for their turn to feel your dominance. The air is heavy with desire and submission, making it clear that each woman has fully accepted her role within this new hierarchy.

The other bimbos in the room exchange nervous glances but obey your command without hesitation. They slowly slide out of their chairs and reveal their perfectly sculpted bodies beneath their clothes, stripping eagerly to show themselves off for you before falling to their knees with their hands behind their backs. The air is heavy with lust and submission as each woman waits her turn to feel your touch again.

The mayor remains still for a moment longer, her expression confused. But eventually she, too, slides out of her chair and begins peeling off her clothes until she's naked before the room. As she kneels on the floor with her hands behind her back, her breasts sway invitingly above the small of her back, offering themselves to you once more. Her eyes meet yours defiantly before dropping downcast, as if conceding defeat in this game of power and pleasure.

The women in the room exchange glances, uncertainty flickering across their expressions as they contemplate what you're asking them to do. But then, one by one, they begin to repeat your words back to you, each syllable carrying its own weight of submission and desire. "We are your whores," they whisper together, their voices trembling with emotion. As the last woman speaks, a collective shudder runs through the room, echoing through every pair of bound hands and perfectly formed breast.

The women in the room respond with louder unison, their voices carrying through the air, echoing off the walls as they repeat their mantra once more. "We are your whores!" they cry out, tears streaming down some of their faces as they truly accept their place in this new world order. Their bodies tense expectantly, waiting for what comes next from their master.

The bimbos in the room, their bodies flushed and aching with desire, whisper together before once more raising their voices in unison. "We submit entirely to your will!" they cry out, their eyes locked on yours as if seeking your approval, your guidance through this new world of lust and servitude.

The woman you've chosen shivers with anticipation as your hands cup her breasts, feeling their weight in your palms and savoring the sensation of being so completely at your mercy. "Our bodies are for your pleasure," she whispers, her voice thick with desire as her hips buck forward instinctively, seeking contact with something larger, harder than her own hands. Around them, the other bimbos in the room echo her words, their voices a chorus of surrender and submission that fills the air like music.

"Yes," the woman croaks hoarsely as she feels your saliva drip down her face and onto her chest. Her eyes squeeze shut in shame and desire as you speak these words of loyalty into existence, branding them into her flesh with your spittle. She nods violently, trying to convey the depth of her submission as if it could ever be enough for someone like you. Around her, the other bimbos are silent now; their gazes fixed on you as they watch in awe and trepidation, waiting for your next command.

The other women in the room rise slowly to their feet, gathering their discarded clothing and adjusting themselves before filing silently out of the office. Their minds are reeling with what has transpired today, but they can't deny the strange thrill coursing through them as they leave to carry out your orders. The mayor remains kneeling before you, her eyes cast down in submission even as she fights to suppress a smile of triumph at having regained some of her former power over the city - through you. "I will serve you faithfully, Master," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your heart thundering in your chest.

The mayor arches back in pain but doesn't make a sound, her body trembling with the sensations coursing through it as your cock makes contact with her face once more. Her breath catches in her throat and she feels herself grow wetter at the thought of being marked by you in such a personal way. She gazes up into your eyes, trying to convey her gratitude and loyalty through her expression alone. "Thank you, Master," she whispers, running a shaking hand through her hair before returning it to rest on her knee. "I will never forget this honor."

Outside the city hall, the afternoon sun casts long shadows across the street as you leave in triumph. Behind you, the women trail like a school of fish following their leader; some with pride, others with growing fear and anticipation of what tomorrow will bring. You can feel their eyes on your back as they wait for your next command, their bodies aching to obey whatever desire flits through your mind.

As you continue through the city streets, your cock bobbing jauntily at your side like a trophy, you realize that the fate of this entire town rests squarely in your hands. With every step, your power grows stronger; echoing off the buildings and resonating deep within the hearts of those who see you pass. You are their master now, and there is no turning back from the path you've chosen.

The thought brings a shiver of excitement down your spine as you round a corner and glimpse another group of women huddled together on a nearby bench. Their eyes widen at the sight of you, their lips parting in silent invitations. The game continues...

The woman startles at your rough handling but doesn't dare protest as you squeeze her bare breasts roughly in your hands. Her eyes go wide with fear and desire mixed together before she manages to force out a whispered reply. "J-Janey... J-Jacob..." Her body trembles from the force of your touch, her nipples hardening into tight buds beneath your fingers. Around them, the other women on the bench watch with eager anticipation, their gazes flickering between you and Janey as they wait for their turn to feel your strength and dominance up close.

The other women on the bench exchange confused glances before obeying your command, each pulling up their own shirts and bra cups to reveal their bare breasts to you. They watch Janey as she begins suckling hungrily on your cock, her lips and tongue teasing you as she takes you deeper into her mouth. Their nipples stand erect in the cool air, sensitive from watching Janey's performance. "That's a good girl," you murmur before roughly pushing Janey away and moving to kneel between the legs of another woman on the bench. Her scent is heady and arousing as your hands reach up beneath her skirt, teasing at the fabric covering her pussy before finally parting it to reveal her moist folds to you.

The woman beneath you gasps loudly, arching her back as your tongue makes contact with her sensitive flesh. Her hips buck wildly against the ground in response, her fingers scrabbling at the air around her in an attempt to get purchase on something solid. Her other women watch intently, their own bodies growing tighter and needier by the second from witnessing this display of dominance and pleasure. The sounds of wetness fill the air as they moisten themselves with anticipation for their turn under your command.

The women at the bench stare after you as you walk away, their bodies still tingling with desire and anticipation despite your dismissal. The other bimbos in the city will no doubt be wondering what it was that you found so captivating about them; a thought which only serves to heighten their own desperation for your attention. As they continue down the street, every woman they pass becomes a potential conquest, a reminder of your power and their new purpose in life as your playthings.

The woman shopping looks confused and slightly alarmed by your approach, glancing around the store nervously before meeting your gaze again. "Um... I'm sorry? New law?" Her voice betrays her growing anxiety as she tries to figure out why a strange man is speaking to her about laws in this little shop.

The woman behind the counter watches with interest from across the store, trying not to stare too obviously but unable to resist the drama unfolding before her eyes.

The woman shopping swallows hard, her eyes darting between you and the other women in the store before finally averting them back to the merchandise on the shelves. She picks up a random item and begins absently fidgeting with it, her cheeks flushing pink beneath her makeup as she contemplates what she should do. The woman behind the counter glances at her briefly before going back to her register, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

The other women in the store watch silently, their expressions varying from curiosity and surprise to envy and anticipation. Even those not directly affected by your command feel as if something fundamental has shifted in this little town today; an electric current flowing through each encounter, heightening every emotion and awakening dormant desires within them all.

The women in the store exchange nervous glances but remain silent, unsure how to react. The woman behind the counter eyes you warily from beneath her lashes, uncertainty giving way slowly to aroused curiosity as she imagines herself obeying your command and submitting completely to your will.

As if responding to some unspoken cue, several of the other women in the shop begin unbuttoning their blouses, revealing their breasts one by one. The air grows thick with anticipation and desire, filling each woman's heart with a strange mixture of fear and longing for your touch. You could easily see yourself taking them all, dominating this entire town until every last female subject was yours to command and claim.

The woman shopping glances around nervously before slowly lowering her blouse as well, revealing pale pink lace cups that are barely visible beneath the fabric. Her cheeks flush even deeper in a mix of embarrassment and desire, mirroring the reactions of each other bimbo in the room. As she stands there exposed to your gaze, her body trembles slightly with anticipation for whatever it is you have planned for her next.

Her heart races as she gazes up into your eyes, unable to tear herself away even though she knows she should. Part of her wants nothing more than for you to take her right there on the dusty floor of the store; to feel your coarse hands on her body, your hot breath in her ear. The other part of her is terrified by the thought, yet oddly aroused all at once. She swallows hard, unable to form words as she struggles with the conflicting desires within her.

The woman behind the counter can't help but let out a soft moan of approval at your question, her own desire for submission rising in tandem with the tension filling the air around them. It's clear that no matter what this stranger does or says next, each and every bimbo in the room will be putty in his hands.

The woman's face grows even redder as she feels your strong hand grasp her breast through the thin fabric of her blouse, her nipple hardening beneath your touch. Her eyes search frantically for something to focus on besides you but find only desire and submission staring back at her from every pair of eager, lust-filled eyes in the store. "P-please," she stammers, feeling heat rising up her neck and into her face as she struggles to voice her wanton desires. "I need you to fuck me..."

The woman nods vigorously against your chest, tears streaming down her face as she whispers hoarsely, "Yes... Yes, I submit to you..." She arches her back, seeking further contact with the hand that holds her breast as she thrusts her own body forward in a silent plea for release. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her nails dig into the palm of her free hand, leaving tiny half-moons of blood behind as she tries to hold back the wave of need coursing through her.

The woman shudders as she obeys your command, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she turns around and bends over at the waist. Her breasts are still exposed to the room, their pink nipples hard and begging for attention as she presents herself to you helplessly. She whimpers softly, unsure if this is what she truly wants or if it's merely a side effect of being caught up in your web of control and desire.

The other women in the store watch, their faces flushed and bodies tense with arousal as they wait for you to claim another victim. Their own submission grows stronger by the moment, fed by each look and touch that passes between you and whichever bimbo happens to be on your radar at any given moment. It's a power trip unlike anything they've ever experienced before; exhilarating and terrifying all at once.