Darkness had fallen on the tall, slim buildings of Aspen Femdom University in Aspen, Colorado. Long before it was officially sunset, the sun had fallen behind one of the mountain ridges and benighted the little resort town. Blue and purple fluorescent streetlights illuminated the campus, and they also illuminated the glassed-over posters that stood out on every bus stop and every building face. One of them showed a man on his knees, collared and repentant, with the caption, 'Microaggression will not be tolerated.' Another showed a young woman beaming at an older woman who handed her something on a clipboard, and its caption said, 'Success: It's a girl thing.' Another listed the rules of etiquette that men were required to follow and the elaborate punishments if they failed to do so.
These were the hallmark restrictions of the newly built Femdom University, where women came first in line, had their questions answered first, and their applications went through first. Here, as a correction to historic injustices, every privilege imaginable went to the women.
Allie and Aurora walked past the posters, seeking the dorm they shared. Fresh from a lively party, they had plenty of spunk and spice left in them. It wasn't just the alcohol. So soon after the college midterms, they had a lot of stress to burn off, and the party atmosphere had turned that stress into pure, adventurous energy.
In this heightened mood, they saw him.
A tall man, twenty-two or twenty-five, with long, dashing brown hair and classically manly face, leaned against one of the purple-lighted lampposts. Even under his many layers of clothes, a requirement in the autumn at almost 8,000 feet, the women could see that he boasted an agile, athletic physique. But he wasn't there by choice. A tight, black cloth strip gagged him, and his hands were fastened behind the pole with a great, elaborate knot.
"Whoah," said Allie.
"Whoah-hoah," added Aurora. "Look at that! He's tied up!"
"He must've pissed off his girlfriend."
"He must've really, really pissed off his girlfriend."
Allie had a naughty thought, and before she could think about it, she blurted it out. "Do you dare me to fuck him?"
"Do I dare you?"
There was no going back now. "Do you dare me?"
"I dare you. To suck him off!"
Allie grinned, then realized what she'd just heard. "What? Girl, no!"
"Yeah! Suck on him!" Aurora clumsily grabbed the back of her head and muscled it towards the man. "Do it, girl, come on, do it!"
For a moment, Allie struggled to resist Aurora's overbearing arms, laughing. Then she decided, "You know what? Yeah! I'm going to do it!"
His jacket was already undone, as if inviting her to open it and dig deeper. She obliged, undoing his belt and dropping his pants, then everything else underneath.
His cock was shaven clean, but completely flaccid.
"Aw, he's limp!" said Aurora. "He's gay!"
Allie took the limp phallus in her right hand and felt the problem. "He's not gay. He's cold." And she started to rectify that.
The man gave a few breathy grunts, the first noise he had made, as Allie stroked him to erection. He looked at her with searching patience, as if he had a question but would not attempt to ask it.
"It's okay," Allie told him, "I've done this before." She didn't know if that was what he was wondering, but it didn't matter--who ever heard of a man who didn't like blowjobs?
