When looking at the institutions (political, etc) that underpin the New World Order, it does well to remember that the vast majority of the several billion people who live under it are "submissives" (to use the official terminology; unofficially also called "slaves", "concubines", "whores", "faggots", "cunts" or what have you depending on their dom and the context) -- "submissive women" constitute most of adult humanity, while "sissys" constitute the third largest group. (One of the first Decrees that God bestowed upon founding the New World was that a majority of humanity going forward was to be born female -- and so they were. A number of His subsequent decrees further stipulated that only a minority of this male now minority would, upon adulthood, have the privilege of living as "real" men.)
And of the "free persons" that remain, most are "free women" (also called "dominatrixes", or "mistresses" when they take on a sub), with "real men" ("doms" or "masters", same) making up the rest; and even among these free persons, the vast majority have modest harems compared the elites or Divine Descendants, with most mistresses taking on only one or two sluts, and just about all masters holding only up to four slaves at any one time.
Among the global elite, you'll find professions not so different from the Old World -- politicians, business executives, church officials, and whatnot -- but even among the dominatrixes and doms that make up the highest professionals, even the larger harems are typical counted in the low dozens. If a dominant has over a hundred women and/or sissys submitting directly to them, than it's guaranteed that he's one of the Sons of the New God, or one of the Sons of the Divine Sons, born in the near century since He began His work.
Naturally, standing above all is God Himself -- from His throne room sitting atop the Celestial Palace, a 75 story tall luxury skyscraper thrusting out from the heart of the Paradise City, He keeps watch over the world of His creation, hearing the prayers passed along to him by the New Church, keeping himself informed of the the secular leadership's doings, and making his weekly broadcasts, which every adult on the planet watches or listens to (whether at home on the computer as soon as they can, or being broadcast on the public telescreens as they go about their business in public, or where have you).
Serving Him are His thousand concubines, a mixture of daughters and sissys from the most powerful elite families on the planet, and the most skilled whores the New Civilization has to offer; and from these thousand, only three to four dozen at a time are ever honored to service His Grace personally in the Upper Palace as part of His Inner Harem. It is here and among them that our story continues...
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Jonathan strolled naked into the Master Washroom, with four of his harem in tow. Directly behind him was Caramel, a tall, hairless black beauty, dressed in her slutty french maid's outfit -- behind her were three naked women who had served as bedslaves the night previous: Chew, a short (4'9") korean girl; Dita (short for Gordita), a portly latina covered in piercings; and Bonny, a skinny redhead. The washroom, for the most part, didn't look too different from how a typical luxury bathroom might have looked in the Old World -- Jon briefly glimpsed his own pale, shlubby reflection in the mirror by the kitchen sink, and in the glass walls of the large walk in shower.
But the toilet bowl was distinctively New World in its design, at least to the extent that said model had become popular since Jon came to power -- first thing of note was that the bowl itself had a fairly small, but distinctive, indentation in its front corresponding with the gap in the U-shaped seat. The effect was such that any person sitting down on it would have their anuses safely positioned to drop loads their as they would wit a "normal" toilet, but any urine shooting in a forward direction would most certainly overshoot. The next thing of note was that the toilet seat was at a somewhat elevated height, with steps on the side for the sitter to rest their feet in lieu of the floor; directly below the bowl indentation, however, the gap continued to the floor, where sat an adjustable kneeling pad. Another thing one might notice about the toilet might be the padded counter next to it, clearly meant for being comfortably leaned against or bent over; just about the final thing anyone might notice would be the lack of toilet paper.
Jonathan strolled up to the toilet, stepped up to the platform, and sat; his butt cheeks rested comfortably on the seat, while his considerable member dangled just outside the bowl in the gap between them. Without a second lost, Caramel stepped up to the pad now directly below his balls, and knelt on the pad... placing Jon's slowly hardening dick, just beginning to dribble urine, directly in her face. And in that very moment, she opened her mouth and took the piss filled cock into her mouth, in one graceful movement all the way to the base, while Jon's own movement just began crowning.
The Master of Humanity gave a deep, blissful sigh, and he shat into the bowl and pissed into his toilet slave's mouth simultaneously.
His maid swallowed expertly, keeping pace with the torrent; between gulps she breathed deeply through her nose, taking in the fumes of the fresh feces being dropped mere inches away from her nostrils. It was turning her on so fucking much. With her right hand occupied in gently caressing His Divine Majesty's Balls, she flung her left hand between her legs and, taking up her Master's earlier offer, began to furiously rub her clit. And so even as the toilet bowl and human toilet were each keeping the washroom floor dry of God's excretions, it was still being flooded by the urinal's gushing ejaculate.
This mutual euphoria lasted all of a dozen seconds, before Jonathan finished his bowel movement; as he came down from the high, he reveled in the after sensations of the last drops of urine being sucked out of his urethra. He then stayed seated for several minutes after that, as her continued efforts and gentle massaging of his sack triggered his second orgasm of the day.
After shooting a stream of his Celestial Batter down Caramel's throat, Jon stood and turned, his limp cock plopping from her mouth, then bent over the padded counter to display his cheeks; his slave, without a second's delay, stood and planted her face between them. She started by taking long licks of the brown stains around her Master's puckered hole, and once she had cleaned them, shoved her long tongue into his brown star and proceeded to clean out his insides.
Jon stood there, moaning in approval, for well over a minute, before he reached behind him a lightly tapped his toilet skank on the cheek; Caramel stood up straight, a contented smile across her shit plastered lips.
Her Lord turned to her, with his own pleasant smile. "That was wonderful, shitlicker -- is there anything you would have of me, before I take my shower with the others?"
Lowering her head, she answered. "If it would please Your Grace, I should most like to continue serving You and Your bedslaves during dinner; I so very much enjoy licking the sweat and grime that has gathered in your toes over the course of the day, and not a day now goes by that I do not look forward to Your Divinity defecating into my mouth after eating, and making me taste and swallow your chunky logs. I adore tasting Your last piss of the night, almost as much as I love drinking it first thing in the morning. And as much as I will always love your taste most of all, it is also such a pleasure to service my sister sluts this way as well, and to enjoy a different set of them each evening."
