The Future Is Female

A future history of humankind, in which man's destructive tendencies are effectively overcome.

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Contains Femdom and male submission/humiliation, objectification, dehumanization, public humiliation, cuckolding, pegging, mind control

All characters are 18 or older.

Prologue

Five years from now

This is National News Network, your most trusted news straight to your TV. Our first topic today: The Break The Glass Ceiling Law, President Emma Stewart's pet project, is having a remarkable impact. More and more companies are making use of the taxation and legislation benefits granted by the government for promoting female employees to management positions, following the public sector that has already reached a quota of female leadership of almost 70%. The process is expected to increase exponentially as more and more women come into positions allowing them to make the crucial personnel decisions themselves, thus circumventing male resistance to the necessary and long overdue feminization process in company culture.

Contrary to conservative, mostly male naysayers and doubters during the first roll out of the programme, the companies participating are doing extraordinarily well, climbing the ranks of most valuable brand names worldwide. Feminine leadership qualities, so say experts, softening the ego driven fiddlings of mostly male boardrooms, allowing for policies of cooperation and sustainability instead of...

"Honey, I'm home"

I sigh, then put on a smile as she closes the door behind her and enters the kitchen. The meal I tried to prepare - might not have fully worked out as I had planned. I have agreed to take on the chores of the household and I know cooking is a part of it. It looked a lot easier in my head when I had agreed to our new life plans. It makes sense, with the higher salaries women earn now due to this anti glass ceiling law and the taxation benefits couples get when one partner stays home, everything but her earning our living and me being a stay at home husband would be a waste of money. Still...

She raises an eyebrow as she wrinkles her nose.

"We need to order take-out again, babe?"

I nod, smiling a little sheepishly as she grins at me.

"I know you'll learn how to cook, babe, but you need to hurry up a little if the money I make over you working isn't supposed to fully go to the restaurants and delivery services."

She kisses my forehead, leaning down to do so -- she's only little taller than me, but her work heels increase that difference.

"Oh, don't blush, you'll manage. I know your mother didn't teach you any household skills, which was a mistake we will correct. You'll get the hang of it. You'll adapt."

"Thank you darling. Sorry,"

I smile, honestly grateful. I really want to make this work. Being a house-husband can't be harder than my old job.

"How was your day at the office?"

She grins at me, obviously seeing through my attempt to change topic and kisses my forehead.

"Great. I mean, we're still deep in clearing the mess my predecessor left -- and the stupid attempts to cover up for his incompetence made it worse, but what can you do? Men in the workplace am I right?"

I nod, smiling, still feeling sheepish. She really loves her little jokes and jabs at... well - us men. Since we traded places, insinuating me being at home might be a step up from my working life. Liker her predecessor -- and former boss -- I have been replaced by a woman who used to work under me. And I have gotten some emails with a -- less jovial tone making similar accusations about the state of My workplace as I left it behind. Which is totally unfair. I mean... I may have been a little in it over my head, but...

"But the new CEO is getting it. I guess her main job is cleaning up her predecessor's mess just as well. It's amazing how the company flourishes, despite us being so busy working through you guys' mess. Go figure."

She sighs theatrically and winks.

"On the positive side, the job interviews are going well. Got the applicants as my secretary down to three."

I note the use of the word secretary, one I haven't been allowed to use for my -- personal assistant without her getting mad at me. The more things change...

"All men?"

She tilts her head.

"Sure. You know it's more lucrative to fill the lower paid jobs with unmarried men while the upper level jobs are..."

"...going to the women who rise through the ranks. Yeah, yeah..."

She hates it when I interrupt her, but doesn't scold me for once. I am more than aware of the new policies applied all throughout the corporate world.

"And I'm sure you only picked them by their qualifications and not their looks."

"Wait - what?"

She giggles, then laughs out loud.

"You're not jealous, are you, baby?"

I shake my head - I may seem a little pouty, but I can't help it.

"No."

"You better not. You really think all bosses hire their secretaries for their looks, huh? Am I to assume that's what you did when you had one. A woman, of course, I may add!"

"No. Of course not, I would never... But.. other... I mean... other men..."

"Uh-hu. All the other men but not you."

She shakes her head sighing.

"It was really high time to get some new blood into the management. The whole economy stinks like testosterone and male egos. Which were way too big for their own good. Now that we put males into positions where they can do less -- harm... and just look pretty...."

She pats my head, knowing full well I hate that.

"You have such trouble learning your simple new chores, I wonder how you managed to head a whole division of your old company. I hear their stock prices have gone up too, since... you know..."

I have been replaced. And most of my males collogues. The sentence hangs in the air unspoken. My wife shrugs and grins.

"Let's not quarrel, it is how it is -- women are taking charge, while you little men can stay home and relax, hm?"

She tousles my hair then lets go of me.

"And as long as you don't forget to pay us back for being so nice to take all that responsibly off of your backs... Speaking of which..."

She moves towards me, drops her briefcase onto the kitchen table and pushes me against the counter, her hand on my crotch. I'm wearing tight shorts and t-shirt, a lot more revealing than I used to dress. She usually picks my clothes, nowadays as she also paid for the upgrade of my wardrobe. It's a pretty stark contrast to her business pants suit. Not that I have that much to reveal. I am lean - scrawny one might say, and the bulge that forms in my tight pants is... not the most impressive. My wife has not been diplomatic about informing me I am the smallest man she ever had.

In combination with - other shortcomings... Let's say I have learned to accept that my contribution to our sex life until now has been... less than stellar. She only told me so in such clear terms recently, after the obvious shift in power in our marriage happened. I am still not sure how to feel about it - I love her. And I know she loves me. Despite my flaws. I am grateful she's honest with me now, and has decided I'm worth the effort to teach me to be a better husband for her.

"You haven't forgotten you still have to make up for this morning's disappointment, have you?"

I shake my head, feel the blood rise to my face. She was in a good mood this morning and has allowed me to penetrate her sweet pussy - an occasion that is getting rarer and rarer. My own fault, I must agree with her on that. For the reasons that have become obvious again this very morning. On the other hand it is a vicious circle: the longer my loving wife refuses me the privilege of entering her love grotto, the harder I find it to -- control myself. This morning I came inside her in less than than a minute - a new all time low.

I lower my head in shame at the memory. I have never been able to make my wife come with my penis, another fact she finally came clear about just recently.

Thankfully, she is willing to teach me other ways. The ways of the small dick hubby, my wife calls it.

I go down on my knees on the cold hard kitchen tiles, open her charcoal grey pants and slide them down her shapely legs, then her white cotton panties, revealing her dark curly bush of pubic hair. She grew it out from the smooth shaved mound she had when we married, only slightly trimming it. She has more body hair than I do by now, and her remarks that I should be the one shaving my crotch only seem half joking. I lick my lips. I can smell her sweet, tangy aroma, apparently she has been looking froward to this for a while today.

When my lips touch her clit, making her sigh, she picks up her phone and types. I barely notice it, seriously focusing on the task in front of me. I'm honestly grateful she lets me service her - it lifts my self esteem immensely after having had to accept that my sexual performance until she began to teach me could only be called sub par, at best. With a chuckle, she puts away her phone.

"Diner will be here in 20 minutes, so we have to make this an amuse-gueule. You'll have all night to make up for this morning, baby."

I mumble a confirmation into her juicy lips. I'm probably not going to get to come -- I did come this morning, after all, so that's just fair. I have learned and accepted that sex should focus on a woman's pleasure. We men are -- easy to satisfy and easy to distract, simple minded. Women are so much more complex and demanding, their orgasms so much more satisfying. Or so it seems to me. It makes sense centring sex around their desires.

My cock grows in my pants as I lick the juice off of my wife's lips - an absolutely exhilarating taste. I have truly missed out when I neglected this - my now primary marital duty - for so many years. Her lips tremble, a shiver runs through her body and I return my attention to her clit that has swollen and grown, inviting me to suck it, which I do, hungrily. The tip of my tongue touches the tip of her button as I suck it, one of her favourite moves of mine, and she groans lustfully, pressing my head into her crotch,

18 minutes later, she comes, squirting her love juice into my mouth that I swallow thirstily just as the doorbell rings.

She sinks back to the kitchen counter smiling, pointing to her purse. I lick my lips - my face still feels wet, my little cock sporting a tent in my tight shorts. Nothing I can do about that. I blush as I open the door and the delivery boy stares at me for a second before handing over the food that I pay for with my wife's credit card.

She enjoys her steak as I do the salmon salad she has ordered for me and an hour later I kneel in front of her again her in the living room, gently caressing her sweet pussy while she watches TV. Another night of me serving my beautiful strong wife is about to begin.

Chapter 1

10 years from now

This is Woman's News National, your most trusted news source right to your screen. Today's first topic: Preparations for the first election without male participation are in full swing. Leaving president Stewart wished all women running for her office good luck in the upcoming campaign, assuring the public that we can expect a much more civil and reasonable camping season than ever before in history now that males have been stripped of active and passive voting rights. Regaining the prosperity of our great nation under female leadership and our role as beacon for many nations around the world who are following us in casting off the shackles of the patriarchy, there can be little doubt that she is right. Meanwhile, the new measures to further integrate males into their new roles in the modern female lead society are taking concrete shapes. The programs to speed up the removal of the last men in managerial positions in the private sector are nearing their successful conclusion, with the re-education and repurposing procedures in place to make sure no man has to fear to end up unprepared or without female supervision and support. The new Universal Health Care Plan for males providing valuable...

"Boy, I'm home!"

I slip out of my apron and kneel down naked, as I always do when Ma'am returns.

"Hm. That smells amazing - did you heed my proposal?"

I nod

"Your favourite meal, Ma'am."

Her smile makes my day, as does her patting my head.

"Nice. It's a special anniversary after all, isn't it?"

I nod. As reluctant as I originally have been to put on the chastity cage around my cock exactly one year ago, it made sense at the time, of course. I hadn't been allowed to use my tiny dick to try to satisfy Ma'am in months, after having failed so many times, and masturbating been forbidden for even longer - touching myself is a reward I haven't deserved. So removing the temptation by removing my ability to use my dicklet was a logical step. It allowed me to focus on my true talents, the ones Ma'am appreciates so much -- my tongue and my fingers, without being distracted by my own secondary needs. And yet it was hard, at first. Until Ma'am began to test the new medication on me that her company has developed. It was not approved yet when I started to take it, tested only on animals, but of course, I did what I was told and afterwards, everything changed dramatically.

My chores in the household are easy as pie, now my focus on following orders intensified, while my libido has vanished almost entirely. All my energy is now focused on pleasing and serving Ma'am. And thanks to the training videos running all day every day on all screens while I'm doing my chores, all my old ideas of being equal to such a superior being as my wife have vanished, no more dictating thoughts pop up in my mind. Those films are really informative. Even though they make me feel a little dizzy for a few minutes every time.

"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you for allowing me to wear the chastity cage so I can serve you better."

She pats my head again.

"Good boy."

"How was your day in the office, Ma'am?"

"Very productive. We got the big government contract -- our male tranquillity drug that has tested so well on you will be a main competent in the new Male Universal Health Care Plan. I knew it paid off that we were the first company among our competitors that was fully under female leadership and could begin the development and testing stages without any pesky male interference. When women join together in shared goal, we're so much more efficient than males with your egos. Although it's a little bit your achievement, too, little man. Being the very first human test subject. Unofficially."

She smiles at me and I feel my face burning. I am so glad I did well.

"We celebrated the contract - the CEO, the head of my department and I with our secs. I'm pretty sure my boss is in for a VP position now and I'll probably be promoted to her job!"

"That is so swell, Ma'am!"

She frowns at me with a grin.

"Swell? I need to have a word with the programmers of the conditioning videos -- I wanted them to base the male conditioning on female roles of the 1950s, that doesn't mean I want you to talk like a 1950s housewife."

She chuckles. I lower my eyes -- I cannot really follow her. Whenever she talks about the training videos, my mind gets little fuzzy, and I can't focus on thinking about then. I assume my little male brain is just not developed enough to follow a woman's advanced thoughts. I shake my head as she continues to talk.

"Anyway -- the celebration was nice... Got a really good pounding. In all thee holes. Haven't done that in days!"

I look up as her smiling incites a warm feeling inside of me, unbound happiness that she is satisfied and contend. I remember vaguely having had a hard time assimilating to my beloved wife getting sexual gratification in the office from the men hired as "sectaries" -- more for their looks, their stamina and the size of their cocks than for any professional skills. I have tried to accommodate by making her feel as satisfied at home as I can, upping my tongue game. Which I did - I think I can praise myself for excellent skills and techniques, making her cum multiple times in every session that I am privileged to perform.

Only recently did I fully grow into my role though, accepting the inevitable natural order of things - different men service women in their own specific ways. Nothing wrong about that. We all do our part in this new world, serving womankind. My part is at home, husband to the woman, admiring and loving her. And being loved, for my skills -- not for a big cock. I do the household, eat her pussy and can do that like no one else could. Certainly none of those hung studs in her company.

Happily I listen to her detailed description of how she has been fucked in celebration of her success, how the cocks of her own secretary and those of her two superiors' men have made her cum, then shooting their thick, creamy loads of cum into her. And her superiors too. Naturally women share their assets, bonding in friendship and sisterly harmony. Not like men, who jealousy watch over what they own. Or used to own, rather. My memories of the time before women began to rightfully claim power over men and lead us into a new golden age of unseen prosperity are becoming hazier every day. For the better. Things sucked back then. I had all that undeserved and unjustified responsibility in my old job. As did my fellow men, injecting our shortcomings and flaws into society, ruining everything with unnecessary vileness and ambitions. We truly live in a bright era, having overcome that.

I see my wife's face flush at the remembrance of her productive work day. Then the smile spreads wider and she looks down on me.

"You deserve a reward, little one. You were a really good little guinea pig for the experimental medication -- never seen you so pleasant and docile before. And no matter how hard you tried, you never managed to do your chores as well as you do now. And be so at peace with me using other men for my pleasure. We can only hope all males react as well to the drugs as you do. Good boy!"

She pats my head one more time. My hair is now clipped short -- for easier maintenance. Her idea, of course. A brilliant one. So much more convenient.

"I only aim to please you, Ma'am."

"Of course you do. But first, dinner! We don't want it to get cold, it smells so nice!"

She sits down at the table that is fully set -- with one plate and glass. I take my place below the table between her legs as I always do. She's in a good mood, drops her pants and panties, spreading her legs for me.

I take it slow for now. She just wants to be kept in the right mood in this situation - not come, just relax. I kiss her lips and then lick her clit, her moans and sighs of pleasure over my service mixing with those over her food I prepared. I know she appreciates the progresses I made in both of my prime chores in the recent years. I can taste her excitement -- and the salty flavour that I recognise as other men's sperm on my wife's lips. She really had a productive day.

Eventually I am made to get up, licking my lips. Move to the kitchen to get her dessert and return to my station for some more cunnilingus before she allows me to rise.

"Bend over the table, little one. Time for you reward"

I do as ordered eagerly. I arch my back, spread my naked ass cheeks as wide eas possible. She goes to her bedroom and returns, her favourite strap-on around her hips.

I have excepted it -- I know what she had planed to reward was my rear. It's what she usually grants me, the only way I am allowed to come any more since her application of my cage.

I arch my back some more as she stands behind me, her well lubricated cock spreads my now well trained sphincter. It is a huge cock, 10 inches long, but I'm a well trained butt slut by now, far gone the days where I whined in pain when sodomized instead of lust. I close my eyes as she enters me, feel her fill my bowels, groan as the massive cock hits my prostate. She chuckles, grabs my hips and pulls herself fully into me, making me grunt, then pulls out and begins to fuck me in earnest, hard, fast. The only way she does the days, there no gentleness or love in her fucking me, just pure dominance and firmness. I love it.