Moonboy
08-22-2008, 10:37 AM
[Author's Note: This is an unusual story for me as I write it first person from a woman's point of view.]
A WOMAN'S WORLD
By Moonboy
By the time I got home from work, he had been in the agonizing position for
well over eight hours. Warren was kneeling on the floor. His ankles were tied
together and to a steel ring in the floor. Each of his knees was tied to a steel
ring and tied wide apart. His arms were bound behind his back, wrists to
elbows, in a leather sheathe. He didn't like the cock-shaped dildo that forced
his jaws wide open and gagged him. His blond hair fell over his face as well as
down to his shoulders. He glared at me angrily, defiantly. I just mocked him
by looking him up and down like a piece of meat. I was slightly tall for a
woman. I was slim. In his chauvinistic mind, Warren was still sizing me up
despite his predicament. He thought I had nice hips and a decent figure. But
I had very little development in the breasts and my face was average, closer
to plain. I smiled ironically, for I could read his thoughts like a book. I was
also sizing him up. I could have set there all evening admiring his tanned,
muscular, athletic figure. Unfortunately for him, I still had a lot of training to
do. Still, I could sit and reflect for a few minutes, reflect on how much better
the world now was. Before, all that mattered in a woman was appearance.
Now, looking good was a man's problem. A woman could have a man without
concern for luring him in by her appearance. Years earlier, I had read many
Femdom stories. The one thing I always found rather ironic was that most of
them were written by men and, in most of them, the woman had to be very
attractive. Even in the context of femdom, the woman was really still a sex
object. But now female rule was a reality. I glanced over at the bound hunk
and knew he wasn't going anywhere. I thought about how it all began.
For millions of years, the Earth had been passing through some sort of cosmic
energy storm. People didn't even know about it until it had passed beyond
the Earth and out of the solar system. In its aftermath, the most incredible
thing began to happen. Women began to discover that they could read men's
minds. They couldn't control them, just read them. But they could do it on an
incredible scale. They could read not only surface thoughts, what a person
was consciously thinking at the moment. They could read deeper thoughts,
some so subconscious that the man himself wasn't aware of them.
Apparently, this ability to read minds was something that women should
always have naturally possessed. But the energy of the stellar storm had
suppressed the ability for the entire length of human history. Only in the very
late twentieth century, with the storm's passing, did women gain the ability
which should have always been theirs. With that ability, they gained the
positions which should also have rightfully been theirs. They should have
been the brains while men were the brawn. With their newfound ability, they
soon were.
Women could not read each other's minds. But any woman could read the
deepest levels of any man's mind. Within a relatively short time, women
began taking over every significant position in government, business and
industry. For instance, how could a male president negotiate with a foreign
leader who was a woman when she could read every state secret in his mind
the moment she met him? How could a nation have a male president when
any woman who saw him, even from a distance, could read every piece of
knowledge he had in an instant? An emergency meeting had to be held to
replace the president with a new female president. Congress and the
Supreme Court had to quickly become all-female. Governors and local officials
faired no better. Everywhere, at every level of government, women quickly
had to take over because the men in government and the population realized
the necessity or, in instances where they refused to recognize it, women had
to find ways to take over. A man couldn't hold office when every woman who
saw him could perceive all of his dark secrets and use them against him.
Business followed suit for the same basic reasons. The military soon did so
too, partly for the same reasons and partly because there was no way for
men to outwit women in war. How could they? Any woman could read all the
battle strategies in any man's mind. Any woman within sight of a man could
read everything he knew. A female spy could simply see a male general for a
moment as he walked by on the street and learn all of his secrets and battle
plans. Women had to take over the Pentagon. Men had to be banned from all
participation in government at any substantial level. No man could be present
when an important government meeting took place. Any enemy who wanted
the information need merely have a woman see the man for a moment and
she would know what he knew. The only solution was that no male could
know anything about what went on in government except for what was
public knowledge anyway. In business, no man could know anything that the
business needed to keep secret. No man could possess any military
secrets. Before long, it was realized that you couldn't even have men on the
battlefield. A woman could spot a man at a distance and read every piece of
information he knew, every plan and intention, who his commander was, what
the plan was, everything! Soon, it was pointless for men to be involved in the
miltary. They couldn't be involved in policework or most professions for very
similar reasons. Men quickly found that only purely physical jobs,
appropriately named 'menual labor,' that required no brainwork were all they
were useful for anymore, regardless of what positions they had once held. It
had truly become a woman's world!
Women held all of the government, economic, business, industrial, legal, military and police power! In many respects, men were more subjugated than
women had ever been except in the worst times and places on Earth. As time
passed, many women finally realized that they were really and forever in
control. Some allowed their resentment of former wrongs to effect their
choices. Others just enjoyed a world where men were subordinate. Revenge
wasn't a factor for them. They just enjoyed having men in their proper place.
But there were many men who simply couldn't accept the new reality of their
subservience to women. They rebelled, often in very violent ways. Finally, a
special meeting and vote was held by women and 'The Great Decision' was
made. Within one generation, if trained properly, men could grow up
accepting their inferior status. But for the present, any man who refused to
accept female rule, even in his thoughts but most especially in his actions,
would have to be kept naked, collared and leashed, and forced to obey until
they forgot the past and and accepted female rule!
Suddenly, decreed by law and enforced by police and military, husbands
found themselves kneeling before their wives, pre-adult boys before their
mothers and sisters. An unowned adult male was not acceptable. If possible,
such a man's mother or sister would find a woman for him or a woman who
wanted him would take him. However, there were some men who had
committed crimes against women above and beyond the norm. They were put
on display as abject slaves with virtually no rights whatsoever, even the
minimal ones that their collared and leashed brothers still had. Each of these
males would be turned over to a female supervisor's control. I was such a
supervisor and attended a display of these males.
Warren was standing like all of the others. He was on a platform in the city
park. He was naked. His hands were pulled above his head and tied by a rope
that went to a beam so that he had to stand on tiptoes. His ankles were also
tied wide apart, making the standing on his toes even more painful. His legs
were spread wide apart. The men faced toward the side of the platform and
were lined up, one behind the other. The platform was very long and there
were over a hundred men on it. They were all tightly gagged. Male comments
and opinions were no longer relevant.
As I watched, I and several other women couldn't help laughing at the
incredible display of male homophobia that was occurring on the platform.
One man would get an erection and the man in front of him would notice it
and decide that, packed in tight as they were, the cock of the guy behind
him was getting a little too close to his ass. He would thrust his hips forward
to get away, only to get too close to the guy in front of him, who would also
thrust forward. So you had all these guys with their hips thrusting forward. It
was laughable because it looked like they were trying to fuck each other up
the asses. Of course, the guy farthest back would not have to lean forward.
So the guy in front of him would lean back to get away from the ass of the
guy in front of him. But that would just start another comedy routine. This
time, all these guys had their sexy asses thrust backwards to escape the guy
in front. Some of them were repulsed by the idea of another man's meat
touching them. Deep down in their psyches, most were just afraid they might
like it at some minimal level. Regardless of the various motives, it was one
hot dance as they moved forwards and backwards.
I noticed Warren because of three things. First, he was gorgeous. He was
incredibly handsome with long blond hair, piercing blue eyes, a great tan,
with a lean physique, possessing a swimmer's muscularity rather than a
bodybuilder's. Everything about him said, 'surfer boy.' Secondly, there was an
old woman, she must have been almost seventy, helping herself to him. She
was fondling his balls and giving them some light and some not so light
squeezes that had him gasping into his gag and jerking in his bonds. He
wanted to double over or bring his knees up, but he was bound in such a way
that he could do nothing but stand helpless and take the pain. She would
hold his cock down and then let go and watch it spring to attention. She
would stroke it to full erection and then let it spring again. He felt humiliated
by the very fact that she could force him to an erection, regardless of the
means. Considering that it had been five weeks that he had been held
prisoner and that he had not been allowed to cum in all of that time, it was
believable that a couple of strokes from anyone could make him hard. He was
twenty years old. I read in his mind that he was used to jerking off three
times a day. She was patting his sexy ass, massaging his solid chest and
rubbing her hands over his well-defined abs. He continued yanking on his
bonds and screaming in rage so loud that you could hear it a little even
through the gag.
An attendant walked up, laughing at his predicament.
"Sorry, ma'am," she said. “We have some selections for you at the back of
the line, some men more your age."
As the attendant helped the old woman walk down the line, I made sure I
remembered not to walk too close to the back of the line. Seeing a bunch of
naked men who were as old as that woman wasn't something I'd
volunteer to do. Then again, I guess she wasn't thrilled about it either.
As I stepped very close to Warren, I noticed the third thing that interested
me. There was writing all over his body. An arrow was drawn down his nose.
Upon his muscular abs was written, 'Brawn not brains!'
His pubic hair had been shaven off. On his pubes was written, 'Girl Toy' with
an arrow pointing down to his cock and balls.
Above 'Girl Toy' was written 'dick!'
There was an arrow pointing up, indicating that this was his general
character rather than just a part of his anatomy. I walked around behind him.
Written in small letters on his muscular right buttcheek was 'Please spank me
when I misbehave, Ma'am!'
On the left cheek was written, 'Kick me, please!'
Laughing, I gave him a good, swift kick in the ass. He glared at me angrily.
"Bottoms up!" I mocked.
I was a bit confused though. None of the other men were covered with
writing like this. Oh, it was just a marking pen and would easily wash off. But
what had he done to warrant this treatment? I looked up and saw a sign
above his head that read, 'Sexist.'
I quickly and easily read his mind. It was incredible. This pathetic male dolt
really thought that men were superior to women. He didn't even believe that
women should be allowed to attend college. 'Barefoot and pregnant' was
literally his philosophy. Despite his attractive appearance, this fool was a
walking, talking neanderthal. In college, he had date raped three different
girls and none of them dared to report it. Of course, this was back in the
days of male rule, back when a girl who said she didn't want it obviously
meant the exact opposite of what she said. That was certainly true in the
mind of this idiot.
Another attendant walked up. She laughed at the look on my face.
"So, you read his mind, did you?" she said. "I've seen that look on the face of
every woman who has today. Incredible, isn't it? Even more incredible is how
many of them secretly harbor those same attitudes deep down inside. As you
already know, this dick was a business major who apparently minored in
athletics and rape. Now, he doesn't have a business career to look forward
to. He insulted and degraded women at every opportunity. The only ones he
liked were the ones who had bought into the sexist crap about their
inferiority, the ones who would meekly do whatever he told them, even
kneeling and sucking his dick."
She turned to him.
"Isn't that right, dick?"
She slapped him hard over the head of his cock. He jerked and screamed in
pain.
"If you want him, he's yours," she said. "Only one rule though. As punishment
for his crimes, the council has ruled that he should never be allowed to cum."
There was a look of horror on his face. He couldn't believe it.
"No problem," I said. "I never allow my slaves to cum!"
A WOMAN'S WORLD
By Moonboy
By the time I got home from work, he had been in the agonizing position for
well over eight hours. Warren was kneeling on the floor. His ankles were tied
together and to a steel ring in the floor. Each of his knees was tied to a steel
ring and tied wide apart. His arms were bound behind his back, wrists to
elbows, in a leather sheathe. He didn't like the cock-shaped dildo that forced
his jaws wide open and gagged him. His blond hair fell over his face as well as
down to his shoulders. He glared at me angrily, defiantly. I just mocked him
by looking him up and down like a piece of meat. I was slightly tall for a
woman. I was slim. In his chauvinistic mind, Warren was still sizing me up
despite his predicament. He thought I had nice hips and a decent figure. But
I had very little development in the breasts and my face was average, closer
to plain. I smiled ironically, for I could read his thoughts like a book. I was
also sizing him up. I could have set there all evening admiring his tanned,
muscular, athletic figure. Unfortunately for him, I still had a lot of training to
do. Still, I could sit and reflect for a few minutes, reflect on how much better
the world now was. Before, all that mattered in a woman was appearance.
Now, looking good was a man's problem. A woman could have a man without
concern for luring him in by her appearance. Years earlier, I had read many
Femdom stories. The one thing I always found rather ironic was that most of
them were written by men and, in most of them, the woman had to be very
attractive. Even in the context of femdom, the woman was really still a sex
object. But now female rule was a reality. I glanced over at the bound hunk
and knew he wasn't going anywhere. I thought about how it all began.
For millions of years, the Earth had been passing through some sort of cosmic
energy storm. People didn't even know about it until it had passed beyond
the Earth and out of the solar system. In its aftermath, the most incredible
thing began to happen. Women began to discover that they could read men's
minds. They couldn't control them, just read them. But they could do it on an
incredible scale. They could read not only surface thoughts, what a person
was consciously thinking at the moment. They could read deeper thoughts,
some so subconscious that the man himself wasn't aware of them.
Apparently, this ability to read minds was something that women should
always have naturally possessed. But the energy of the stellar storm had
suppressed the ability for the entire length of human history. Only in the very
late twentieth century, with the storm's passing, did women gain the ability
which should have always been theirs. With that ability, they gained the
positions which should also have rightfully been theirs. They should have
been the brains while men were the brawn. With their newfound ability, they
soon were.
Women could not read each other's minds. But any woman could read the
deepest levels of any man's mind. Within a relatively short time, women
began taking over every significant position in government, business and
industry. For instance, how could a male president negotiate with a foreign
leader who was a woman when she could read every state secret in his mind
the moment she met him? How could a nation have a male president when
any woman who saw him, even from a distance, could read every piece of
knowledge he had in an instant? An emergency meeting had to be held to
replace the president with a new female president. Congress and the
Supreme Court had to quickly become all-female. Governors and local officials
faired no better. Everywhere, at every level of government, women quickly
had to take over because the men in government and the population realized
the necessity or, in instances where they refused to recognize it, women had
to find ways to take over. A man couldn't hold office when every woman who
saw him could perceive all of his dark secrets and use them against him.
Business followed suit for the same basic reasons. The military soon did so
too, partly for the same reasons and partly because there was no way for
men to outwit women in war. How could they? Any woman could read all the
battle strategies in any man's mind. Any woman within sight of a man could
read everything he knew. A female spy could simply see a male general for a
moment as he walked by on the street and learn all of his secrets and battle
plans. Women had to take over the Pentagon. Men had to be banned from all
participation in government at any substantial level. No man could be present
when an important government meeting took place. Any enemy who wanted
the information need merely have a woman see the man for a moment and
she would know what he knew. The only solution was that no male could
know anything about what went on in government except for what was
public knowledge anyway. In business, no man could know anything that the
business needed to keep secret. No man could possess any military
secrets. Before long, it was realized that you couldn't even have men on the
battlefield. A woman could spot a man at a distance and read every piece of
information he knew, every plan and intention, who his commander was, what
the plan was, everything! Soon, it was pointless for men to be involved in the
miltary. They couldn't be involved in policework or most professions for very
similar reasons. Men quickly found that only purely physical jobs,
appropriately named 'menual labor,' that required no brainwork were all they
were useful for anymore, regardless of what positions they had once held. It
had truly become a woman's world!
Women held all of the government, economic, business, industrial, legal, military and police power! In many respects, men were more subjugated than
women had ever been except in the worst times and places on Earth. As time
passed, many women finally realized that they were really and forever in
control. Some allowed their resentment of former wrongs to effect their
choices. Others just enjoyed a world where men were subordinate. Revenge
wasn't a factor for them. They just enjoyed having men in their proper place.
But there were many men who simply couldn't accept the new reality of their
subservience to women. They rebelled, often in very violent ways. Finally, a
special meeting and vote was held by women and 'The Great Decision' was
made. Within one generation, if trained properly, men could grow up
accepting their inferior status. But for the present, any man who refused to
accept female rule, even in his thoughts but most especially in his actions,
would have to be kept naked, collared and leashed, and forced to obey until
they forgot the past and and accepted female rule!
Suddenly, decreed by law and enforced by police and military, husbands
found themselves kneeling before their wives, pre-adult boys before their
mothers and sisters. An unowned adult male was not acceptable. If possible,
such a man's mother or sister would find a woman for him or a woman who
wanted him would take him. However, there were some men who had
committed crimes against women above and beyond the norm. They were put
on display as abject slaves with virtually no rights whatsoever, even the
minimal ones that their collared and leashed brothers still had. Each of these
males would be turned over to a female supervisor's control. I was such a
supervisor and attended a display of these males.
Warren was standing like all of the others. He was on a platform in the city
park. He was naked. His hands were pulled above his head and tied by a rope
that went to a beam so that he had to stand on tiptoes. His ankles were also
tied wide apart, making the standing on his toes even more painful. His legs
were spread wide apart. The men faced toward the side of the platform and
were lined up, one behind the other. The platform was very long and there
were over a hundred men on it. They were all tightly gagged. Male comments
and opinions were no longer relevant.
As I watched, I and several other women couldn't help laughing at the
incredible display of male homophobia that was occurring on the platform.
One man would get an erection and the man in front of him would notice it
and decide that, packed in tight as they were, the cock of the guy behind
him was getting a little too close to his ass. He would thrust his hips forward
to get away, only to get too close to the guy in front of him, who would also
thrust forward. So you had all these guys with their hips thrusting forward. It
was laughable because it looked like they were trying to fuck each other up
the asses. Of course, the guy farthest back would not have to lean forward.
So the guy in front of him would lean back to get away from the ass of the
guy in front of him. But that would just start another comedy routine. This
time, all these guys had their sexy asses thrust backwards to escape the guy
in front. Some of them were repulsed by the idea of another man's meat
touching them. Deep down in their psyches, most were just afraid they might
like it at some minimal level. Regardless of the various motives, it was one
hot dance as they moved forwards and backwards.
I noticed Warren because of three things. First, he was gorgeous. He was
incredibly handsome with long blond hair, piercing blue eyes, a great tan,
with a lean physique, possessing a swimmer's muscularity rather than a
bodybuilder's. Everything about him said, 'surfer boy.' Secondly, there was an
old woman, she must have been almost seventy, helping herself to him. She
was fondling his balls and giving them some light and some not so light
squeezes that had him gasping into his gag and jerking in his bonds. He
wanted to double over or bring his knees up, but he was bound in such a way
that he could do nothing but stand helpless and take the pain. She would
hold his cock down and then let go and watch it spring to attention. She
would stroke it to full erection and then let it spring again. He felt humiliated
by the very fact that she could force him to an erection, regardless of the
means. Considering that it had been five weeks that he had been held
prisoner and that he had not been allowed to cum in all of that time, it was
believable that a couple of strokes from anyone could make him hard. He was
twenty years old. I read in his mind that he was used to jerking off three
times a day. She was patting his sexy ass, massaging his solid chest and
rubbing her hands over his well-defined abs. He continued yanking on his
bonds and screaming in rage so loud that you could hear it a little even
through the gag.
An attendant walked up, laughing at his predicament.
"Sorry, ma'am," she said. “We have some selections for you at the back of
the line, some men more your age."
As the attendant helped the old woman walk down the line, I made sure I
remembered not to walk too close to the back of the line. Seeing a bunch of
naked men who were as old as that woman wasn't something I'd
volunteer to do. Then again, I guess she wasn't thrilled about it either.
As I stepped very close to Warren, I noticed the third thing that interested
me. There was writing all over his body. An arrow was drawn down his nose.
Upon his muscular abs was written, 'Brawn not brains!'
His pubic hair had been shaven off. On his pubes was written, 'Girl Toy' with
an arrow pointing down to his cock and balls.
Above 'Girl Toy' was written 'dick!'
There was an arrow pointing up, indicating that this was his general
character rather than just a part of his anatomy. I walked around behind him.
Written in small letters on his muscular right buttcheek was 'Please spank me
when I misbehave, Ma'am!'
On the left cheek was written, 'Kick me, please!'
Laughing, I gave him a good, swift kick in the ass. He glared at me angrily.
"Bottoms up!" I mocked.
I was a bit confused though. None of the other men were covered with
writing like this. Oh, it was just a marking pen and would easily wash off. But
what had he done to warrant this treatment? I looked up and saw a sign
above his head that read, 'Sexist.'
I quickly and easily read his mind. It was incredible. This pathetic male dolt
really thought that men were superior to women. He didn't even believe that
women should be allowed to attend college. 'Barefoot and pregnant' was
literally his philosophy. Despite his attractive appearance, this fool was a
walking, talking neanderthal. In college, he had date raped three different
girls and none of them dared to report it. Of course, this was back in the
days of male rule, back when a girl who said she didn't want it obviously
meant the exact opposite of what she said. That was certainly true in the
mind of this idiot.
Another attendant walked up. She laughed at the look on my face.
"So, you read his mind, did you?" she said. "I've seen that look on the face of
every woman who has today. Incredible, isn't it? Even more incredible is how
many of them secretly harbor those same attitudes deep down inside. As you
already know, this dick was a business major who apparently minored in
athletics and rape. Now, he doesn't have a business career to look forward
to. He insulted and degraded women at every opportunity. The only ones he
liked were the ones who had bought into the sexist crap about their
inferiority, the ones who would meekly do whatever he told them, even
kneeling and sucking his dick."
She turned to him.
"Isn't that right, dick?"
She slapped him hard over the head of his cock. He jerked and screamed in
pain.
"If you want him, he's yours," she said. "Only one rule though. As punishment
for his crimes, the council has ruled that he should never be allowed to cum."
There was a look of horror on his face. He couldn't believe it.
"No problem," I said. "I never allow my slaves to cum!"