PMB - twelvemonth 10

I 'll distinguish you about my wildest intimate experience of berth Matriarchal Boundaries ( PMB ). I 'm a tall, fiery red headed girl in my late 20 's. I 've got piercing blue air middle and replete brim. I 'm naturally very skinny. No matter how often I eat I tend to remain a size 6.

I was 8 when the Matriarchy took over Australia. So was mindful of the traditional way but wasnt really sexual yet. The traditional way seemed comparatively messy and archaic. So many things have improved since, there is almost no sexual fierceness, in fact theres almost no violence whatsoever.

New principle stipulate that if a man fails to accept the new regime in any of its forms then he will be put into chastity till he is put in front of a court or is testified as being accepting by a member of gamey society.

So men who were trigger-happy in their retiring life history or who played a part in patriarchal uprisings were quite quickly dealt with. And if a man is put into sexual morality, it 's only a matter of weeks before he is begging for his rights back.

I generally quite like rugby guys. Big gentleman. I like to feel the power over them as they tower above, I like to be the womanly materfamilias in ascendancy. I explained to one sitting beside me at a wedding. Weddings are such an aphrodisiac. Everyone looks their best. Everyone is inspired by love to the head where lust is tangible. I spotted this guy right at the start of the day. Bulging out of his suit, this guy must stimulate been a second row ringlet when he played rugger. I watched him under my over-sized pink fascinator when he first entered the church. I wore a fast accommodation floral purpleness dress with a plunging neckline that showed off all my curves. I knew he would be mine it was just a affair of when. We got to the reception after eye fucking several times in the church.

Of course none of the other appendage of the table were there. They were up at the buffet. He looked red and shy at my sureness. I liked that. He said, `` I 'm going to go and get some food. '' I grabbed his handwriting and said. `` No your not ''. I placed a note in his handwriting and walked off. My arse a magnet for his eyes. He looked at the bank note. `` young lady lavatory now ''.

Although I was questioning of the things that I read about and learned about at secondary coil school sex ed and even into uni. I came cycle to the thought of the matriarchy and now, I take what I want.

I stand in the girls lav. In my long violet dress. I play with my tassel like, chicken earrings and wait enjoying how I look in the mirror. It was a I bathroom. A golden sink and a gilt toilet. It was done in that edwardian trend a very beautiful lav to fuck a guy in.

I put my handbag next to the sump and pull out my thick white dildo. Shaped to count like a cock. I pull my apparel up. My feet, perfectly manicured in my hound. My skinny leg looking great. My administration issued, lacy strapon pants. ( GIS ) pants missing that all important putz. I slip it into the O harness and there my cock stands at the crotch waiting for my man. I cover it with my dress.

smash knock, I open the room access and pull him in. Locking the room access behind us. I push him on to the marble shelf with the sump. I step towards him in this thin bath he looks down at my genital organ where my prick pushing my frock up like a bivouac Pole. We kiss as I fumble around with his whack. He pulls my dress up and over my GIS I pull his suit trousers down. I 'm getting really excited so the idea of sucking his his cock in the bathroom at a wedding.

When I was at uni I actually fucked a field hockey guy in a club bathroom but that was actually a dare. I variety of liked this guy.

His trouser round one of his ankles I notice his bulge. Not hard yet. I pull him off the marble and he pulls his underpants off. He hops back on to the marble when I see it.

'' You have been a naughty boy '' I say looking at his cock stuffed into that metallic cage. It means he 's refused sex from someone wearing a GIS or he was part of a patriarchal rebellion. It actually made me quite angry. But he lifted his branch up in submission. So I figured, we are here now, I might as well. So I asked him to go to my bag and root for out the lubricant. He rubbed it on to my cock and the inner workings of the GIS started up. He rubbed eagerly as he saw me relish his hint. I snapped out of it and inched tight to him. He put his legs on my berm. But I told him to hold his own legs. I pulled him in and the angle just wasnt quite rectify. His cage limped around uselessly as I maneuvered him. There we go. My cock edged inside him it was only about half way when tried to kiss me. I leant in to kiss him too but my tummy felt the common cold steel of his chastity John Cage I remembered.

This guy was the type of guy to fight the matriarch. Who knows what he would have done to charwoman in a past biography. I spat on his font and put two fingers in his rima oris. I entered him fully His caged cock bounced backwards helplessly. I started to fuck him like I imagined he would fuck a woman in the past. I slapped his face and twisted his nipples.

To my surprisal he pushed me off of him. I was extremely offended. He pushed me to the toilet and sat me down on it. I was going red in the aspect with ire. He lifted my apparel up and over my strapon and gorged himself on my prick. I held the back of his head and forced it deep. The recondite it went the more unbelievable the feeling for me.

He suddenly stopped and confessed. His hands were out like he were praying. `` Please '', he pleaded, `` I like you. Girls take one look at my John Milton Cage Jr. and think I 'm a member of the patriarchate or worst ''. I glared at him.

'' I refused sex once from my girlfriend when I was 18 because I wasnt ready. She called the police. I thought I was going to get a admonition but the police found out my dad was a member of the patriarchy who I was made an illustration of ''.

He suddenly started sucking my dick again. His mountainous manly consistence engrossed in my pleasure. He paused again.

I looked down at him he spoke. `` I do like you, you 've made me laugh unlike anyone in a while. Can we try and fix this work and maybe you could grant me my freedom and we could be together ? ``

He stood up. Shuffled me towards the toilet in his suit crownwork shirt and shoes. Then mounted me. He held my GIS putz and his arse ate it up as he sat on it. My GIS went into overload as he started to rally me. I held his hair and pulled it back as his articulatio coxae rippled on me. I pulled him close.

'' I dont know if I like you '' we stared at each other panting. `` But I do like you enough that I 'll grant indite a letter tomorrow to the homage ''. He kissed me desperately I held his hips as he bounced on me. I stopped him again. `` I 'd care to take you out to dinner after this weekend ''. We smirk at each early. He replied in that cheeky way I saw in him before, `` only if you fuck me in the restaurant sewer '' we laughed and then held our mouths to shut up ourselves as a grouping walked past the toilet.

He kissed me. Started his hips again slowly. We were very close to one another. There was straight interpersonal chemistry it was quite sensual. I looked down and saw precum was dribbling from his cage and getting on my attire. I pushed him off of me and turned him round of drinks. He held my cock between his legs and maneuvered it to his arsehole. I held my peter as he sucked it up. He bounced on it for a piece and although I could feel I was getting there. It was too noisy and it would have taken too long.

I stood him up and pushed him over to the mirror. set him over and blasted into him.

I stood behind him in all my feminine beauty, just as I loved. My high heels, close branch and flowing soft apparel. My pert bosom playfully resisting being curtained by my dress. Popping out when I give small mercy. My hair swished to one side to keep it out of my facial expression as I stare down at his athirst arse.

He a bull of a man. Submissive to my feminine ways. The indignity of wearing just formal brake shoe no trousers and a Cage swinging between his ramification. His suit jacket and shirt on top ready to get changed and reckon normal at any moment in this hot quick naughty and passionate act.

I reached around and held his swing out cage. It was soaking with stickiness. I asked if he came, still shagging him from behind. He nodded. He was dumb when he came. Clever of him. I forgot I 'll deliver to be quiet too.

I felt it building from the embers of my crotch. I still had a detainment of his wet cage. I licked my finger's breadth and tasted the cum. Then put my hands on his hips and stoked the fire. With every passing consequence my body jerked into lieu. I suddenly let loose everything apart from my vocal chords. I sucked air in as I came and my trunk plateaued all over him. I struggled to stand in my blackguard and grabbed his berm, hair. hip joint and hands as it began to subside enough for me to balance. I exhaled forever as I de-cocked.

I washed my dildo quickly as he found his trousers and readied himself.

I fixed myself also, then went to unlock the door. I turned like a bond lady friend. `` Room 245 ''. Then left.

I think I will write to the motor lodge for his freedom, get his numeral and fuck him in a restaurant bathroom. We will see how far itll go. I do savor being single at the moment.

Acronyms

BOUNDARIES - new laws that exist for the refuge of society.

GIS - It was bring in to the Matriarchy that a lot of social problems come directly or indirectly from, the patriarchy. This also meant to the Matriarchy it was unclouded that everything had to be turned upside down in parliamentary procedure for society to be fairer and onward motion in peace treaty and happiness. Therefore the government provided the distaff universe over 18 with pervert strapon pants that would allow the substance abuser to be in control of sexual activities and would allow for the drug user to reach coming when traditional substance of coition, pre matriarchal limit, did not satisfy them. politics issued strapon ( GIS ) bloomers have device ( buttons ) inside the pants that fulfill any needs.

PMB - After what 's been named the, 'gender wars'of 2044 - 2046 the years started again. 2046 was the shoemaker's last Anno Domini class. Year 0 mail Matriarchal Boundaries ( PMB ) is the first year of the new regime.

sociable STATUS SEX - sexuality is fluid so one may be heterosexual but still revel sex acts on penis of the Lapp sex. Since PMB more woman saddled with a GIS are finding that they have to settle sociable status disputes or 'pecking orders'by having social position sex with their female friends or compeer .