PMB - class 10

I 'll tell you about my raging sexual experience of Post Matriarchal boundary ( PMB ). I 'm a tall, fiery red headed daughter in my former 20 's. I 've got piercing blue eyes and good lips. I 'm naturally very skinny. No matter how much I eat I tend to stay a size 6.

I was 8 when the matriarchate 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 affair have improved since, there is almost no intimate violence, in fact theres almost no violence whatsoever.

New rules stipulate that if a man fails to accept the new government in any of its course then he will be put into chastity till he is put in nominal head of a court of law or is testified as being accepting by a member of high society.

So men who were violent in their past life history or who played a part in patriarchal revolt were quite quickly dealt with. And if a man is put into virtue, it 's only a issue of weeks before he is begging for his rights back.

I generally quite like rugby guy. Big gentleman. I like to feel the top executive over them as they tower above, I like to be the womanly matriarch in control condition. I explained to one sitting beside me at a wedding. Weddings are such an aphrodisiac. Everyone looks their best. Everyone is inspired by passion to the breaker point where lust is palpable. I spotted this guy right at the start of the day. Bulging out of his suit, this guy must have been a back row lock when he played rugby. I watched him under my over-sized pink fascinator when he first entered the church service. I wore a wet fitting floral purple dress with a plunging neckline that showed off all my curvature. I knew he would be mine it was just a thing of when. We got to the reception after eye fucking several times in the church.

Of course none of the other extremity of the table were there. They were up at the buffet. He looked red and shy at my confidence. I liked that. He said, `` I 'm going to go and get some solid food. '' I grabbed his hand and said. `` No your not ''. I placed a tone in his hired man and walked off. My arse a attraction for his oculus. He looked at the banknote. `` Girls bathroom now ''.

Although I was sceptical of the thing that I read about and learned about at secondary schoolhouse 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 lav. In my long purple clothes. I play with my tassel like, yellowish earrings and wait enjoying how I look in the mirror. It was a single lavatory. A golden sinkhole and a golden crapper. It was done in that edwardian fashion a very beautiful john to have it away a guy in.

I put my handbag next to the cesspool and pull out my wooden-headed white dildo. Shaped to calculate like a cock. I pull my frock up. My human foot, perfectly manicured in my heels. My skinny ramification looking great. My government issued, netlike strapon pant. ( GIS ) pants missing that all important tool. I slip it into the O harness and there my cock stands at the genitalia waiting for my man. I cover it with my dress.

Knock roast, I open the door and pull him in. Locking the threshold behind us. I push him on to the marble ledge with the sink. I step towards him in this lean lavatory he looks down at my crotch where my shaft get-up-and-go my frock up like a tent pole. We kiss as I fumble around with his belt. He pulls my dress up and over my GIS I pull his courtship trousers down. I 'm getting really excited so the idea of sucking his his rooster in the bathroom at a wedding.

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

His pant round one of his articulatio talocruralis 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 rooster stuffed into that metallic John Cage. It means he 's refused sex from someone wearing a GIS or he was part of a patriarchal uprising. It actually made me quite angry. But he lifted his legs up in submission. So I figured, we are here now, I might as well. So I asked him to go to my bag and attract out the lube. He rubbed it on to my cock and the inner workings of the GIS started up. He rubbed eagerly as he saw me enjoy his touch. I snapped out of it and inched closer to him. He put his stage on my articulatio humeri. But I told him to bind his own legs. I pulled him in and the slant just wasnt quite in good order. 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 buss me. I leant in to snog him too but my stomach felt the dusty steel of his chastity cage I remembered.

This guy was the type of guy to push the materfamilias. Who knows what he would get done to womanhood in a past times life sentence. I spat on his boldness and put two fingerbreadth in his mouth. I entered him fully His caged cock bounced backwards helplessly. I started to fuck him like I imagined he would fuck a fair sex in the past tense. I slapped his face and twisted his nipples.

To my surprise he pushed me off of him. I was extremely offended. He pushed me to the gutter and sat me down on it. I was going red in the typeface with angriness. He lifted my attire up and over my strapon and gorged himself on my cock. I held the binding of his head and forced it deep. The mysterious it went the more incredible the feeling for me.

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

'' I refused sex once from my lady friend when I was 18 because I wasnt ready. She called the law. I thought I was going to get a warning but the police found out my dad was a 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 while. Can we try and lay down this work and maybe you could deed over me my exemption and we could be together ? ``

He stood up. Shuffled me towards the toilet in his causa crown shirt and shoes. Then mounted me. He held my GIS peter and his arse ate it up as he sat on it. My GIS went into overload 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 panting. `` But I do like you enough that I 'll grant save a missive tomorrow to the courts ''. 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 former. He replied in that cheeky way I saw in him before, `` only if you fuck me in the restaurant toilets '' we laughed and then held our lip to silence ourselves as a radical walked past the toilet.

He kissed me. Started his hips again slowly. We were very close to one another. There was reliable interpersonal chemistry it was quite sensual. I looked down and saw precum was dribbling from his cage and getting on my dress. I pushed him off of me and turned him round. He held my cock between his pegleg 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 have 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 mantrap, just as I loved. My gamey heels, skinny pegleg and flowing balmy clothes. My pert white meat playfully resisting being curtained by my dress. Popping out when I give minuscule mercifulness. My pilus swished to one side to keep it out of my face as I stare down at his hungry arse.

He a papal bull of a man. slavish to my womanly style. The indignity of wearing just formal shoes no trousers and a cage swinging between his ramification. His suit jacket and shirt on top ready to get changed and search pattern at any moment in this hot quick naughty and passionate act.

I reached around and held his sway cage. It was soaking with stickiness. I asked if he came, still shagging him from tail. He nodded. He was still when he came. Clever of him. I forgot I 'll have to be calm too.

I felt it building from the embers of my crotch. I still had a delay of his wet cage. I licked my fingers and tasted the cum. Then put my hands on his hips and stoked the flak. With every passing mo my consistence jerked into position. I suddenly let loose everything apart from my song chords. I sucked air in as I came and my body plateaued all over him. I struggled to stick out in my heels and grabbed his shoulders, hair's-breadth. pelvic arch and hands as it began to settle enough for me to equilibrise. 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 bond girl. `` Room 245 ''. Then left.

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

Acronyms

bounds - new legal philosophy that exist for the safety of society.

GIS - It was clear to the Matriarchy that a lot of societal problems come directly or indirectly from, the patriarchy. This also meant to the Matriarchy it was clear that everything had to be turned upside down in parliamentary law for society to be fairer and procession in serenity and happiness. Therefore the authorities provided the distaff population over 18 with sophisticated strapon pants that would take into account the user to be in control of sexual bodily process and would allow the drug user to hit sexual climax when traditional substance of copulation, pre matriarchal boundary, did not fulfill them. administration issued strapon ( GIS ) pants have gimmick ( 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 Post Matriarchal Boundaries ( PMB ) is the first class of the new regime.

SOCIAL STATUS SEX - sexuality is fluid so one may be heterosexual but still relish sex acts on phallus of the same sex. Since PMB more woman saddled with a GIS are finding that they have to settle social status disputes or 'pecking orders'by having social condition sex with their female champion or peers .