The war had been long and arduous. The continuous struggle for power among the two sects had left many betrayed and broken, defeated and desolate. The Earth had been divided among its very inhabitants, and no divides other than one, Male and Female. The tumble had begun from a sudden blossom of power from the female government officials, leading them to being hefty factors in decisions made in the government. In no time, they had full control, dominating the Earth and having the options of life and death over their subjects. This sparked a law rightfully named the Singular Servantry Act, in which every female was, if not married, provided a male slave at which they could do as they pleased. This picking occurred upon the week the slave would turn 18. There was no such thing as a free male, as all of them were under eternal servitude to a female. The woman proudly controlled the men, taking them into servitude by force, using guns and weapons where needed. Soon, they dominated every male of the planet, using them as toys, their privates as pleasure, their faces as seats, their tongues for pleasure of their own. The future was bright for the women, and slaves rarely had time to do anything other than serve their mistress.
Tim Heckleby was another slave living in the torturous time period, having to the prior been a lawyer and enjoyed freedom before the revolt. His newly enthroned mistress was like all of the others, subjecting him to whippings, smothering sessions, anal sex, and prolonged suffocation. She was a 21 year old blonde with a perfect smile and an amazing rack. Each boob was a perfect sphere and sat high on her chest, accentuating themselves far out. Her hour glass figure complimented her perfect ass, orbs that jiggled in her tight fitting latex pants. Her full lips almost always had red lipstick, and she constantly ran her tongue across them, moistening them in anticipation of what she would do to her slave next.
Tim was sprawled on the elegantly adorned bed as his arms were shackled to the legs of the frame, preventing even the slightest movements. He heard his mistress in the shower, as she hummed the anthem to the ROSF. (Republic Of Superior Females) His erection was not present, as he knew what was planned would not be present. As he begun to think of the worst possibilities, the shower abruptly stopped. He heard her aggressively tear a towel off of the rack and vigorously dry off, before stepping out in lingerie, a tight, white G-string thong and a snug fit white lace bra.
