This is a femdom story written in Freddie Clegg's New Order Universe. He has written many stories set in "New Order" Britain.
The UK has been taken over by an extreme feminist government. Men can't vote, they are all on low wages and are kept in line by the MCF, which in the story stands for Male Control Force.
Men need to be sponsored by a company or a women to get a livable wage. Female sponsors can beat and punish their males at will. They are virtually indentured slaves.
Jobless men are sent to work camps or prison.
Toby rushed through the darkening streets hoping he could get home before the curfew. He couldn't get an exemption pass as his shift at the coffee shop finished at 6pm. He had only two hours to get home.
When he could afford it he took the bus. That was a problem in itself. Male buses were like cattle trucks. They were infrequent and expensive. He did not really have enough money to survive now. Unsponsored males had to work for the lowest wages available.
It was such a come down from being a head master. The word "master" had no place in New Order UK. His deputy head took over and sacked him. She did offer to sponsor him, but he refused. She had an axe to grind with him after he had given her several written warnings. He suspected she would reinstate corporal punishment, with him as the test subject.
If he ran, he could make it home in ninety minutes. He knew that if he ran, he would get picked up for acting suspiciously by the MCF.
It would go on his record, and he would lose his poorly paid job. He would lose his tiny room with a shared bathroom five miles away. Not much to lose, but as an unemployed, unsponsored man, he would end up in a work camp.
So he took a shortcut down a narrow ally. He heard the clicking of footsteps behind him.
"You! Stop where you are. Hands up."
Oh my god, he thought. It was the MCF. He turned slowly with his hands up to see the officer pointing a taser at his chest.
"What are you doing here? Waiting to attack some poor woman I suspect."
Out of nowhere she kicked him in the groin. He doubled up over and fell against a full dustbin.
"I.D. card now."
He reached into his coat and pulled out his I.D. card. She scanned it and said.
"Well it seems you have been a good little boy. No convictions. I will add a note to your I.D. about acting suspiciously though. Skulking in dark alleyways, won't look good on your record."
"Please I'll lose my job."
He was panicking now. Then he heard another familiar voice.
"Oh there you are. I just can't trust you to find your way anywhere can I?"
He looked up and saw it was Abbi, a regular customer in the coffee shop. She was four years older than him, and rather plain looking, but right then she looked like an angel.
"Is he with you ma'am?"
"Yes, he must have gotten lost, he was meant to meet me at the end of the alley."
"Oh, OK. You realise that's why lots of women are keeping them on leads now don't you."
"Yes I'll have to get one for him. How would you like tha Toby? A nice dog collar. I may even get a little bell on it so I know where you are."
"Where were you taking him. He's unsponsored you know. The onky reason he isn't in a camp is because he's employed. We are clamping down on that from next month. Perhaps I should just take him in now. We have them ploughing fields. At the end of the day they can barely stand. They don't cause the farmers much trouble."
"I know he was coming to my house to discuss me sponsoring him."
"Allright. If he's sponsored by the end of the week, I'll delete his infringement. If not he'll end up as a plough horse. They are fitting them with the new remote shock chastity devices. I have one for my man. I shock him just before I get home so he's on his knees at the front door waiting for me."
Abbi winked at him as he got up and brushed himself off.
"Thanks, I may get one for him later. Come on Toby. I only live around the corner."
"Abby, I won't make the curfew I'll be arrested!" Toby whispered.
"You can sleep on my sofa. I'll even feed you." She said.
The thought of not spending the night alone and eating cold canned beans appealed to him. Abbi was always nice to him while he cleaned the tables. She even left him a tip on odd occasions.
Most women now he noticed, never used please and thank you when talking to men. One of the other men he worked with had told him since men had been relegated to menial jobs, women had more responsibility. Therefore, more stress. He told him women resented men for letting them take over.
That made no sense to Toby. They wanted to take over surely. Most of them seem to enjoy the power they had now.
They arrived at Abbi's house. It was a pretty two bedroom semi, with an immaculate garden. Just as they got to the front door it was opened from the inside. A man struggled out carrying a bucket in one hand and a vacuum cleaner in the other. Toby stared at him. The man was dressed in a frilly, impractical French maid's dress.
"Excuse me ma'am, I'm running late."
"No problem Tony. Tell your boss same time next week. You look very smart, by the way."
They went inside and sat down in the living room. Toby had to ask.
"Why was he dressed like that Abbi?"
"Surely you must have seen men dressed in what women had to wear doing jobs in the past?"
"Well yes. I've seen a few dressed as receptionists and cleaners, even waitresses. But that was normal women's clothes. That looked like a Halloween outfit. It was all lace and frills."
"Well the service is called Milly, Molly Maids. So I guess that's why. It's one of the things New Order encourages. It's hard to act like a big, nasty man while wearing a frilly dress and silky knickers. It makes women feel less afraid of men."
Toby had noticed those knickers while Tony bent to load his tiny van. It was not ladylike at all.
"Right I meant what I said about sponsorship. Let's talk."
Toby thought he would agree if she wanted him. She was one of the nicest women he had met in the last few months. Before New Order he probably wouldn't have looked at her twice, but now looks definitely were not everything.
What Toby didn't know was that Abbi's husband was unfaithful to her. She couldn't and wouldn't leave him in case she couldn't get another man. She had always had a dominant personality. Her husband refused her when she asked to try a bit of femdom in the bedroom.
She wanted him dressed as a woman and waiting on her hand and foot. He normally intimidated her. If he dressed as a women he would seem smaller and weaker. Steven just laughed and told her she was mad.
When New Order took over she had such plans for revenge on Steven her husband. She had joined the party and knew some of the plans they had. The problem was Steven was out of the country selling to a client in India. He heard about New Order winning the election and refused to return to the UK, like many other men.
He told her to email him the divorce papers after emptied out their joint bank account. She still owned the house though. New Order soon put a ban on men leaving the country, but Steven had slipped the net. She knew men were still being smuggled out, but now it looked like she would be getting a replacement for Steven.
She smiled, thinking about all the naughty things she was going to do to be able to do to Toby. If only he had known that she had been grooming him. When he left the coffee shop she had followed him. She had paid the MCF officer to rough him up to convince him he needed her.
