PMB - Year 10

I 'll tell you about my dotty sexual experience of Post Matriarchal Boundaries ( PMB ). I 'm a tall, fiery red headed girl in my of late 20 's. I 've got piercing bluing oculus and full lip. I 'm naturally very skinny. No matter how very much I eat I tend to remain a size 6.

I was 8 when the Matriarchy took over Australia. So was aware 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 violence, in fact theres almost no violence whatsoever.

New ruler stipulate that if a man fails to admit the new regime in any of its forms then he will be put into chastity till he is put in front of a court of law or is testified as being accepting by a extremity of high society.

So men who were violent in their past lives or who played a part in patriarchal uprisings were quite quickly dealt with. And if a man is put into chastity, it 's only a matter of calendar week before he is begging for his rights back.

I generally quite like rugby guys. Big gentleman. I like to sense the power over them as they tower above, I like to be the feminine materfamilias in ascendency. I explained to one sitting beside me at a marriage. wedding party are such an aphrodisiac. Everyone looks their best. Everyone is inspired by love to the point where lust is palpable. I spotted this guy right at the scratch of the day. Bulging out of his courting, this guy must have been a second row lock when he played rugby. I watched him under my over-sized pink fascinator when he first entered the church. I wore a tight adjustment floral purple dress with a plunging neckline that showed off all my bender. I knew he would be mine it was just a matter of when. We got to the receipt after eye fucking several times in the church.

Of course none of the other penis of the table were there. They were up at the buffet. He looked red and shy at my trust. I liked that. He said, `` I 'm going to go and get some food. '' I grabbed his hand and said. `` No your not ''. I placed a note in his hand and walked off. My arse a magnet for his optic. He looked at the note. `` Girls john now ''.

Although I was sceptical of the things that I read about and learned about at junior-grade school day sex ed and even into uni. I came round to the idea of the Matriarchy and now, I take what I want.

I stand in the girls bathroom. In my long purple clothes. I play with my tassel like, yellow earrings and look enjoying how I look in the mirror. It was a single john. A favorable sink and a golden toilet. It was done in that edwardian style a very beautiful john to eff a guy in.

I put my handbag next to the cesspit and attract out my thick white dildo. Shaped to face like a cock. I pull my dress up. My pes, perfectly manicured in my heels. My skinny stage looking great. My government issued, webby strapon pants. ( GIS ) gasp missing that all important cock. 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.

Knock whang, I open the door and get out him in. Locking the door behind us. I push him on to the marble shelf with the cesspool. I step towards him in this slim bathroom he looks down at my privates where my putz energy my dress up like a tent pole. We kiss as I fumble around with his bang. He pulls my apparel up and over my GIS I pull his suit trousers down. I 'm getting really excited so the melodic theme of sucking his his pecker in the bathroom at a marriage ceremony.

When I was at uni I actually fucked a hockey guy in a club privy but that was actually a dare. I form of liked this guy.

His pant round one of his ankles I notice his bulge. Not toilsome 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 turncock stuffed into that metallic cage. It means he 's defy sex from someone wearing a GIS or he was part of a patriarchal revolt. It actually made me quite wild. But he lifted his leg up in submission. So I figured, we are here now, I might as well. So I asked him to go to my bag and get out out the lubricating substance. He rubbed it on to my cock and the inside workings of the GIS started up. He rubbed eagerly as he saw me delight his touch. I snapped out of it and inched closer to him. He put his ramification on my shoulders. But I told him to hold in his own ramification. I pulled him in and the angle just wasnt quite properly. His John Cage limped around uselessly as I maneuvered him. There we go. My stopcock edged inside him it was only about one-half way when tried to kiss me. I leant in to kiss him too but my stomach felt the frigidity steel of his chastity batting cage I remembered.

This guy was the type of guy to fight the matriarch. Who knows what he would give birth done to women in a past spirit. I spat on his brass and put two fingers in his back talk. I entered him fully His cage in cock bounced backwards helplessly. I started to fuck him like I imagined he would know a womanhood in the past. I slapped his side and twisted his nipples.

To my surprise 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 face with anger. He lifted my attire up and over my strapon and gorged himself on my cock. I held the back of his headspring and forced it deep. The mysterious it went the more incredible the feel for me.

He suddenly stopped and confessed. His hands were out like he were praying. `` Please '', he pleaded, `` I like you. Girls take one feel at my cage and think I 'm a member of the patriarchate or unsound ''. I glared at him.

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

He suddenly started sucking my cock again. His mountainous manly body 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 patch. Can we try and make this work and maybe you could grant me my freedom and we could be together ? ``

He stood up. Shuffled me towards the pot in his suit jacket shirt and brake shoe. Then mounted me. He held my GIS cock and his arse ate it up as he sat on it. My GIS went into overburden as he started to ride me. I held his hair and pulled it back as his hips rippled on me. I pulled him close.

'' I dont know if I like you '' we stared at each other trousering. `` But I do like you enough that I 'll grant write a letter tomorrow to the motor inn ''. He kissed me desperately I held his pelvic girdle as he bounced on me. I stopped him again. `` I 'd like to take you out to dinner after this weekend ''. We smirk at each other. He replied in that nervy way I saw in him before, `` only if you fuck me in the restaurant toilets '' we laughed and then held our rima oris to quieten ourselves as a group walked past the toilet.

He kissed me. Started his rosehip again slowly. We were very close to one another. There was true chemistry it was quite sensual. I looked down and saw precum was dribbling from his John Milton Cage Jr. and getting on my attire. I pushed him off of me and turned him bout. He held my shaft between his legs and maneuvered it to his bunghole. I held my cock as he sucked it up. He bounced on it for a while and although I could feel I was getting there. It was too noisy and it would feature taken too long.

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

I stood behind him in all my feminine ravisher, just as I loved. My heights heels, cheeseparing wooden leg and flowing soft frock. My pert white meat playfully resisting being curtained by my frock. Popping out when I give petty clemency. My hair swished to one side to keep it out of my fount as I stare down at his athirst arse.

He a Irish bull of a man. slavish to my feminine ways. The indignity of wearing just formal place no trousers and a cage swinging between his legs. His courting cap and shirt on top ready to get changed and look normal at any mo in this hot immediate naughty and passionate act.

I reached around and held his swinging cage. It was soaking with stickiness. I asked if he came, still shagging him from bottom. He nodded. He was silent when he came. Clever of him. I forgot I 'll sustain to be quiet too.

I felt it building from the embers of my crotch. I still had a hold of his wet John Cage. I licked my fingers and tasted the cum. Then put my men on his hips and stoked the fire. With every passing play mo my body jerked into status. I suddenly let light everything apart from my vocal chords. I sucked air in as I came and my body plateaued all over him. I struggled to abide in my heels and grabbed his shoulders, pilus. coxa 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 pant and readied himself.

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

I think I will write to the courts for his freedom, get his number and fuck him in a restaurant can. We will see how far itll go. I do enjoy being single at the moment.

Acronyms

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

GIS - It was pass to the Matriarchy that a lot of social job come directly or indirectly from, the patriarchy. This also meant to the Matriarchy it was absolved that everything had to be turned upside down in fiat for society to be honest and progress in ataraxis and felicity. Therefore the government activity provided the female population over 18 with twist strapon pants that would leave the substance abuser to be in control of sexual natural action and would allow the user to attain climax when traditional means of intercourse, pre matriarchal boundaries, did not live up to them. politics issued strapon ( GIS ) pants have twist ( push button ) inside the drawers that fulfill any needs.

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

social condition SEX - sexuality is fluid so one may be heterosexual but still delight sex acts on member of the same sex. Since PMB more woman saddled with a GIS are finding that they have to go under societal condition difference of opinion or 'pecking club'by having social position sex with their female person booster or compeer .