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In the years that followed the “Great War” in which
the states were no longer dominated and governed by a
patriarchal society but instead a matriarchal regime,
a long and hostile reconstruction period existed.
Women held all positions of power in the private,
commercial, and government arenas. The military was
led my female generals all the way down to the lowest
private.
The elders, who were the founders of the new order
doctrine, had written that men had been the root cause
of evil. It was they who were the warmongers. Men
brought down what had been called the stock market.
They had also been the ones who could not decide on
what was appropriate to say via the media in regards
to birthdays and other commemorative events.
Of course, female physicians and sociologists had
voiced their concerns. Men did have uses and
requirements that needed to be continued and
maintained. They had not totally out lived their
usefulness. On the contrary there were many things
that they could be trained to do.
To that end, reeducation compounds were erected in
each of the states. It was within these concrete
walls that men lived, worked, ate, and whatever else
was demanded of them.
The massively constructed concrete walls were as
imposing as any penal colony. The guidance officers
as they were called, resembled cherubs with wings.
These angelic appearing characters would fly over the
courtyard watching the men all day.
Logic of the day had it that if a male were kept
naked with the exception of a cock ring, and kept in a
constant state of physical arousal, that he would do
whatever was pleasing to a female. That way he could
hope to earn his reward, orgasmic release.
During the reconstruction period, one of these
compounds became infamous for it’s compliant
submissive males and for the mistress who ruled the
reeducation center, as if it were her personal
Queendom.
On a beautiful, sunlit, blue skied, day with cherubs
masturbating one another joyfully as the hovered above
the cockringed males who toiled at their labors in
their sweat, and constant arousal, their mistress came
to make her morning rounds.
Mistress Bleachie, accompanied by her faithful,
protection, attack pig Percivil, was seen strutting
atop the compound wall for all to catch at least a
glimpse of her. She carried her six feet of woman- hood
with a stoic grace. Her hair coifed, into the now
traditional helmet that added an additional six inches
to her height. Her muscles were strong and visible
but they didn’t detract from her beauty. Strong
shoulders, straight back; high breasts that pointed
upward, round firm buttocks that met legs that
appeared to have no end.
She wore the standard and customary uniform of the
day, a flower in her helmet along with thigh high
hosiery and walking shoes.
The men in the yard would gasp and cringe whenever
she appeared. The brass ring that surrounded their
straining cocks, would rub relentlessly and cause
their organs to bulge and become an angry purple
color.
“Look at the little piggy boys with their aching
little cocks,” she would laugh down from the wall at
them. You all have been working so hard in this hot
summer sun. I think we need some entertainment to
distract us and possibly reward some of you.”
The female officers in the yard would pick a dozen
men to fit with ponytail butt plugs. With each having
a well-lubricated plug firmly in place, they would
make their way to the starting line.
“I believe you all know the rules of the derby race
by now. However, just in case you aren’t sure, let me
give you a brief idea. When I blow my whistle, the
race begins. All twelve of the pony boys will run
around the track as fast as they can. Whoever crosses
the finish line first will have the brass ring removed
from his cock so he may stroke himself to orgasm.”
Soon the sound of a
Whistle would pierce the quiet of the yard.
“I see the pretty little boy with the red hair has
crossed the line first. Guard please remove his
ring.”
“Oh thank you Mistress Bleachie,” he cried aloud.
His body was shaking with the physical exhaustion of
the race and the anticipation of being allowed to
come. With the ring removed from his engorged cock,
his hands slowly began to stroke his hardness. His
knees were shaking and sweat rolled down his face and
tanned body. There was an incredible tightening in
his balls and the joy of sweet release caused him to
fall on the ground to his knees. Facing the crowd and
Mistress Bleachie all he could manage to say was,
“thank you.”
The derby participants were all winners though. The
remaining eleven men would line up in order of their
final race standing. One at a time a guard would call
a man to the whipping stand and remove his brass ring.
“Bend over buttercup you’re first in line.” the guard
would say teasingly as the man would reach to hold his
ankles and his ass would face the guard and Mistress
Bleachie.
“Remember little one I will give you ten hard swats
to your soft and tender bottom before you are allowed
to come. Do you understand?” she asked.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Count out loud with me now. One, two, three, four,
five, six…”
Just as the board had hit his bottom, the sixth time
his excitement could no longer be contained and his
cum shot straight to the ground.
“Tsk, tsk, no derby day for you for two weeks. Who’s
next in line?”
Therefore, it would continue until each of the lucky
twelve would be allowed to achieve their orgasmic
release.
One of Mistress Bleachie’s favorite ways to spend an
afternoon was to recline under the trees with Percivil
lounging beside her. She would then call for one of
the men to come to them.
“You look more like a piggy then my baby Percivil,”
she would taunt them. “It is so warm out today I want
you remove my walking shoes and suck my toes to cool
me off. Would you like that?”
“Oh yes, ma’am.” He would then remove her shoes and
slowly suckle and tongue each of her hosed toes.
“My that does feel nice little man.” Her ass would
begin to squirm in the recliner and her legs would
spread apart while her hand began to rub her
moistening sex.
“Keep sucking. Don’t stop.”
The
more her toes were suckled the more engorged her
clitoris became.
“Suck harder, take it in deep,” she
cried. Her digits worked non stop between her thighs
until she would shudder and revel in her own quenching
release.
“Come here and let me remove your ring. Now put your
cock between my feet that you have made so nice and
wet. Mm, I like to rub my feet around a nice, hard,
fat, cock that wants nothing more than to shoot it’s
load right up my leg.”
The excited man would feel her wet hosiery encased
feet wrap around his cock and he was a goner. Hot,
white, cream ejected without hesitation and then he
would be dismissed with brass cock ring attached.
“Life is good when men know their place.”
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