Life in Mary Lynn's palace is pretty much what you expect: hard work and humiliation. It's not just for Mary Lynn, either: all her awful friends have positions of power too, and she seems to have recruited a legion of young women to become her acolytes. Not that you're sure what these positions of power would entail, for all you ever see the women do is torment the men and lay around. Mary Lynn hit you all with the gun as soon as the house was finished, and after making sure you were all under her mind control, she ordered each of you to follow the instructions of any woman in the palace. Mary Lynn has chosen to give her palace a Roman theme, so besides all the columns and thrones (with hers, of course, the biggest), all the women wear the togas.
The guys aren't so lucky: Mary Lynn requires that you all wear skimpy Speedos 24/7. Although the women in the palace have no problems whatsoever ogling you whenever they want, it's not that embarrassing; Mary Lynn enlarged all the men's tools to 12 inches pretty much as soon as she arrived. Plus, you're all required to work out a minimum of four hours a day, so you're all really cut too.
In fact, when you first discovered what you had in store, you thought this might be fun: some light housework, and otherwise playing sex slave to potentially good-looking women. That is not the case. Most of your time is spent doing hard work, often disgusting work that the women love putting you through. When the women do seek you out to tend to their needs, usually it's just something humiliating like getting on your knees and serving as some woman's footrest. This is potentially fun for a few minutes, not the hours and hours you usually have to do it. Nothing's worse than staying in place to serve some bitch when she falls asleep.
It is true that sometimes you do sexual favors for the women, but even that's not much fun. One of Mary Lynn's friends, also another neurotic suburban graduate in her early 40s named Amber, has taken a shine to you, and she occasionally invites you into her bedroom or wherever she's standing at the time. But it's no fun when she orders you not to come, ever, until she tells you to, especially when she then shoves your face into her hairy, untrimmed pussy, sometimes for hours on end. And that doesn't even include the size tricks they make you do, when they ask Mary Lynn for permission to change your size. She always says yes.
You don't see that much of Mary Lynn, and to tell the truth you're not sure you know what she does with her day. Sometimes you wonder if you've been replaced as her favorite, but you have no way of knowing. You also have to figure that, as the goddess of Earth, Mary Lynn has plenty of reason to roam the planet and do whatever she wants.
The worst part is that sometimes, when Mary Lynn's around, she'll just leave the gun out where you could theoretically grab it if you had any self-control. But you don't, so there's nothing you can do to save yourself. In fact, you think Mary Lynn likes to do this, just to torment you.
You wrap up your duties for one day and get ready for bed, exhausted as usual. Unfortunately, you're literally stuck in a cage with 20 other guys. There's barely enough room for you all to sleep on the floor, curled up and wearing basically nothing. You all try to avoid touching each other, but that's not really possible. It's completely humiliating and doesn't get better as the months go on.
Nonetheless, as you drift off into sleep, you somehow have a strong feeling that tomorrow is going to be an interesting day.