Femtopia

Introduction

The year is 2029 and the world economies has tanked again. With the world in complete financial meltdown and countries forced into tough decisions, a billionaire cuckold and his wife purchased a decent sized island off Greece close to Turkey at a ridiculously cheap price. It had originally been a playtoy of a Saudi prince who wanted to build his own super exclusive resort but it fell through near the end of the project. On this island, the new owners were able to create their own principality, free from the jurisdiction of Greece or EU law.

This island already had most of the facilities and amenities built. All it needed was people to colonize it. They envisioned a whole new world within the world we live in. The secretive billionaire may have had the money, but it was his wife who had the vision.

She set about creating an island called

Femtopia

, where women would rule everything. They would control all the businesses on the island, from the courthouses (though crime wasn't expected to be an issue on such an exclusive island) to the shops, education centers, and all other enterprises needed to keep the island functioning.

A man could act as an advisor but could hold no actual power over the running of anything on the island.

Everyone on the island had to be introduced and recommended by people already living there. Residency was exclusive to married couples and their lovers. Men would perform all the daily chores around the houses, no outside maids could be hired from off the island. In fact, no one could enter the island without an invitation.

The population consisted mostly of affluent Europeans and Americans, though some middle-class people ran small businesses to make their income. The island had a permanent population of 600 and a seasonal population of 3,000.

All shared one thing in common: women were first, and men were last.

Rules of Femtopia

The women imposed several rules:

Personal Grooming and Hygiene

: Maintaining impeccable grooming and hygiene was of the utmost importance for both sexes. Men were not allowed body hair and were expected to work hard on their appearance.

Behavioral Expectations

:Men were not allowed to ogle women. Punishment for being caught included spanking.

It was common for women to request a sign of obedience from men in their company, such as a massage or a kiss in worship of their feet, legs, or posterior.

Relationships

: Women could have lovers from off the island, provided the lovers were cleared for entry. Men were not permitted to stray from their wives unless explicitly allowed.

Dress Code

: Men wore comfortable shorts and nice t-shirts.Women wore summer dresses or shorts and tops. Feminization of men was allowed. Many men wore maid outfits at home but were required to be present with their wives if dressed in women's clothes outside, to demonstrate who their owners were.

Public Decorum

: If a man repeatedly had public erections, a woman could demand he be put in a chastity device to prevent such unsightliness.

Education and Skill Development

: Men were trained at education centers to become skilled cooks, exceptional homemakers, expert massagers, and proficient oral pleasers.

Orgasm Etiquette

: A man's orgasm always came last. If he persisted in climaxing first, he wouldn't climax at all and would remain chaste.

General Rule

: The woman is always right.

How ironic that, in a land that is so close to the middle east, that traditionally sees women as second-class citizens, an island would be born where women were solely in charge. Men were reduced to nothing more than playthings and servants for their superior mistresses.

Chapter 1

I moved to the island with my beautiful wife, Lindsay, after both of us lost our jobs in the tech sector. We were invited by Lindsay's wealthy sister, Angela, and her husband, John.

We were in our mid-20s. Lindsay had brunette hair, was a size 12, and had a perfect, voluptuous body. Her ass was better than any work of art, and her 34E breasts were just heavenly.

Lindsay found out during a night of drinking with her sister that John was a cuckold. Angela had two lovers on the side, both, in her words, "with huge cocks." John, on the other hand, was poorly endowed at only four inches. Despite this, Angela loved him, and John couldn't bear the thought of living without her, so he embraced their unconventional lifestyle. Once rotund, John had undergone a strict diet and exercise program to be in good enough shape to live on the island.

Outside of their sex life, they seemed like any other normal couple. John made his living as an architect, and Angela worked as a solicitor for a Manchester law firm. They were frequent visitors to the island, coming at least six times a year.

When Angela confided her lifestyle to Lindsay, my wife was shocked. Lindsay had always been somewhat prudish, and our sex life had never been adventurous. I was her only lover. She wouldn't even allow sex toys in the bedroom, despite my suggesting them.

I wasn't the best lover, unable to last longer than five minutes, and after climaxing, I often lost all sexual desire, leaving Lindsay frustrated. Before climax, I'd do anything for her, but afterward, I couldn't muster any interest.

Angela was unimpressed and told Lindsay to put manners on me. Lindsay took her advice, regularly having me perform oral sex on her before rolling over and leaving me unsatisfied. Oddly, I loved it. I even admitted it was better than penetration.

Other nights, she handcuffed me to the bedposts, giving me slow, teasing handjobs before stopping, leaving me humping air. She took great pleasure in denying me. I found myself begging, not to orgasm, but to be allowed to make her climax. That became my ultimate desire, whether through my tongue, fingers, or massage. She said I had great hands, and night after night, I massaged her back and legs while my erection strained against the fabric of my boxers. Night after night, she would sleep contentedly while I was left with a raging hard-on. God, I loved this woman.

Our relationship evolved into one where I was completely inferior to her. She controlled everything, and I worshipped the ground she walked on.

When we were invited to live on the island, I was eager. What could be better than living in a place where I could explore my submissive fantasies to the fullest? Lindsay made the decision for us, acquiring the local greengrocer's business. We didn't have enough money to live lavishly, so this was a perfect opportunity.

The island was a cooperative society made up of small businesses--no large chains or supermarkets. Everyone provided services to each other.

Once we arrived, my life became surreal. Lindsay ran the shop while I did all the heavy labor, hauling fruit and vegetables. Much of the produce was grown on the island, but some had to be sourced elsewhere, giving me the chance to meet many new people.

Of course, I wasn't paid for my work, women controlled all the money. I was also responsible for all the housework and continued to pamper Lindsay every evening. She made many acquaintances through her shop, who pushed her boundaries in ways she hadn't experienced before.

Though Lindsay still expressed her love for me and kissed me regularly, I noticed her attitude toward our sex life changing. She began openly wondering if she should take a lover. I begged her to let me use a dildo to pleasure her instead, but she dismissed the idea, finding it too dirty.

Fear and anxiety swept over me. I loved this femdom lifestyle, but I wasn't sure I was ready to see Lindsay with another man. I wished I could last longer in bed, but all the teasing and denial had only made it worse.

One morning, while Lindsay was at the sink powdering her face and getting ready for work, I walked in. She was wearing just a pink bra and matching sexy panties. I fell to the floor and wrapped my arms around her thighs, my face inches from her heavenly ass.

"Lindsay," I begged, "I love you so much and will do anything you want, but I really don't want to lose you to another man. What if you fall in love with someone else?"

She kept powdering her face, not even turning to look at me. Instead, she pushed her ass into my face. I eagerly began kissing it, starting at the bottom of her cheeks and moving closer to the fabric of her panties. Eventually, I began rimming her with my tongue. She let out a small coo of approval.

I imagined no greater place to be in the entire world than with my face pressed against her bottom.

"Now, now," she said, her tone firm. "You have plenty of work to do today. As for your request, that's all it is, a request! Remember,

slave

, you have no rights on this island. I make all our decisions. I still haven't decided yet, but I'll let you know in due course."

With that, she left for the bedroom to get dressed, leaving me kneeling on the bathroom floor.

Slave

. She'd never called me that before. Things were changing fast on the island, but I was loving every moment of it.

Chapter 2

I started my day at our greengrocers--sorry, Lindsay's greengrocers. Working busily getting the fresh stock ready, I didn't even hear her come in.

"SERVICE! SERVICE!" I dropped a box of bananas and hurried out to the counter--it was Alice.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't hear you enter," I whimpered.

"Ha! That's no way to run a shop; I've been waiting here five minutes."

I very much doubted that, but I dared not say so. Lindsay came into the store then, from outside, querying what was going on.

Alice told her about the shocking customer service, and to keep her sweet, Lindsay gave it to her gratis. Alice thanked her yet scowled at me in equal measure. Once cooled down and as a sort of icebreaker, Alice invited Lindsay to lunch at her home this afternoon. Her 'subordinate' was welcome too. Lindsay was visibly delighted at such a request.

When she left, Lindsay turned to me. "What the hell happened there?"

"Eh, well..."

"Don't you know who she is? Do you know how powerful she is? You are lucky as hell she didn't lose it completely with you. You have plenty of groveling and making up to do."

Alice was the elected Mayor of Femtopia. She was a pure bitch, there really is no other word for it. She had been a successful corporate lawyer in Dublin, Ireland, but after the crash in the Irish economy, she had left it all behind to move here.

She was over six feet tall, with long red hair, pale white skin, and freckles all over her face and body. She was cold and calculating. She started that whole exchange with me for the pure thrill, one of those karen types who loves to get people in trouble. She clearly hated men.

Her partner Martin was a young Irishman who had clearly been broken over the years by Alice. Rumors swirled about Martin, whispered in hushed voices over drinks and in dimly lit corners of Femtopia. Some said he was once a vibrant, ambitious man, full of life and laughter. Now reduced to Alice's personal project of dominance. It was claimed by some that he had been placed in permanent chastity and the key thrown away. I just thought they were urban legends by the wives to control and freak out any disobedient men.

What was definitely true was that he was sissified and made to wear feminine maid costumes. We would see him in tow behind Alice dressed head to toe in women's clothes. I really wondered why she kept him, did she love him or did she just love to hurt him? He seemed to worship her completely though. Why else would he do the things she made him do? I had no desire to end up like him. I loved being submissive to Lindsay but I also saw myself still as a man, a submissive man albeit.

Once home, Lindsay started to give out more.

"You really could have caught us a bullet there, Alice will be watching you like a hawk at lunch. If she's displeased, she won't hesitate to make life hell for both of us. This is a women's world and until the next election, she runs it. You better give her no reason to be mad at you at lunch."

"I'll do my best," I said meekly, as the thought of being in Alice's bad books was really starting to scare me.

"Now as punishment- you are forbidden cumming for two weeks. And I'm serious now. I know you masturbate when you get a moment to yourself and that stops right now. My friends have advised me that controlling your ejaculations, control you. if you're caught playing with yourself, there will be hell to pay", she hissed at me.

It was true. I couldn't help myself whenever she wasn't around. I hated myself for it and truth be told, the moment after ejaculation I always felt empty. Even when we played together, if ever she gave me a handjob, I hated it when I came. I wanted to stay in that state of arousal all the time. One night I always fondly remember was the two of us spooning and me with a hard-on pressing into her bum. She kept it there all night but wouldn't let me push any deeper or touch it. She just teased it all night. If she felt it drop, she'd grab it and press it up and down her silk panties for just a little while to get the head pumping before stopping and drifting back to sleep.

I laid there all night with a raging hard-on denied and in heaven. But we never kept that game up and any time we kind of fell into a prolonged spell of no sex, I would masturbate behind her back. I always thought of Lindsay while I masturbated but it wasn't the same as I knew I was cheating on her with my hand.

"I'm placing trust in you, masturbate and I'll take drastic action, and don't think I won't get it out of you, you cannot lie to me without getting those red cheeks, maybe it will be two pairs of red cheeks with your ass on fire from a good spanking."

Pain was never my pleasure and part of me wondered if she would really inflict it on me.

"And speaking of ass cheeks, that's your perk. I know how much you love to kiss my ass and I can easily take away that little treat for poor performance too "

"Please baby I couldn't live without that. I need to worship you like that. I won't cum without your permission- I'll do anything you want"

"What I want is 'Lindsays nights'- That means a bath with candles and music followed by a full body massage concentrating mostly on my back and feet- not my ass and boobs- do you hear me?"

I nodded in the affirmative.

"Then if I so desire I will enjoy either oral pleasure or you can finger me to orgasm. You best be able to read the situation best as I won't say which I want. You cannot mount me unless I pull you onto me, sometimes I really want cock but you always seem to cum in 2 minutes and leave me disappointed".

This is where I was totally screwed. I had admittedly had lost my mojo in the bed cuming quickly and was always better the second or third time but now we were in a catch 22 position. Less and less sex meant I came quicker. Quicker disappoints Lindsay more which means less sex again and I'd be spiralling out of control to the point now that I was starved of penetration sex and ended up masturbating alone in guilt.

'Lindsays nights' though really could be something wonderful. Nothing gave me greater pleasure than making Lindsays cum. I've actually came myself without any friction against my penis just by giving her ecstasy with my fingers or tongue.

I'd be happy for that to be the only way I came for the next few weeks but I'd have to fight hard my nasty habit of wanking away when out of sight. I hated it and wanted to stop but just couldn't help myself. I had not much time to think about this ultimatum as we had to get ready for lunch with Alice and Martin.

I was so nervous as we walked into the lunch garden, Alice was there sitting in a beautiful brown blouse and cream skirt, her pale white legs went on forever and she looked stern at me but then again she looked stern at every man.

The lunch was set in Alice's sprawling gardens far from her house, every detail meticulously curated. Crisp white linens adorned the tables, and delicate flower arrangements dotted the space. It was a display of both her wealth and control, a stage for Alice to remind everyone of her power.

Before I even got semi comfortable, she scolded at me, "away out the back with sissy Martin."

Lindsay sat down and started to make small talk with Alice, while Martin motioned for me to follow him.

Hi--how are you getting on?" I asked.

"Fine. Hope you're prepared for a long day," he replied.

"Why?"

"Well, my mistress is keen to mould you into another one of her bitches. I think she wants Lindsay to loan you to her for this weekend, all because you weren't subservient enough to her from day one. She demands to be the centre of attention at all times."

Suddenly the heat hit me and the sweat started to pour out of me. I loved being Lindsay's slave, but I didn't want to be Alice's too. I loved Lindsay with all my heart, but Alice scared the living daylights out of me.

Martin was dressed like a french maid, a tight corset dress with black stockings, suspenders, and high heels. He noticed me staring and giggled.

"I love wearing clothes like these," he said. "Makes me feel fabulous. And Alice loves it too, gives her any excuse to pull my dress up and spank me whenever there's a minor indiscretion."

He said it so matter-of-factly that I wasn't sure how to respond. My discomfort must have been obvious because Martin gave me a wry smile.

"Don't look so scared. You'll get used to it. If Alice wants something, she gets it. Just play along, and you'll survive."

"Survive?" I echoed, my voice cracking slightly.

"Yeah. She's demanding, but she won't kill you... probably," he said with a chuckle.

Was Martin trying to warn me, or was this just his way of coping with his situation? Either way, I wasn't reassured.

We rejoined Lindsay and Alice at the table. Alice was leaning in close to Lindsay, whispering something. When she noticed us, her gaze flicked over to me, and her lips curled into a predatory smile.

"So sissies," she began, "Martina, you're reporting to Lindsay's house. She needs a servant for the weekend- I trust you will not make any mistake- Jemma you will come with me, you require more training. "

Jemma? She was clearly talking to me. Oh I could only think what she had in mind for me now. Please don't turn me into another Martin. Lindsey rose from the table and Martin walked behind her. She kissed me on the cheeks, looked me in the eyes and told me to do whatever Alice says and don't let her down.

They left and suddenly it was just me and the ruler of Femtopia.

"Ok slave we are going up to my balcony up there overlooking this wonderful island" She then put a collar and lead around my neck and began walking with me in toe behind her. "Keep your head bowed"

As we got to the bottom of the steps, she turned to me and told me her feet were sore and that I had to carry her up the stone steps. She wasn't heavy as such but as a young man who was dwarfed by her height, I struggled to lift her correctly, my stance was awkward the whole way up swaying from side to side trying to carry her tall frame.

We reached the top and I gently put her down on the landing.

"So you think I'm fat or are you just a weakling?"

"I'm so sorry ma'am".

THWACK! She slapped me hard across the face- "you will not call me ma'am. You will not even call me mistress.... you will call me Goddess Alice"

"Yes Goddess Alice, I'm so sorry", I bowed with my face on fire.

"Naked now slave!

I just looked up at her puzzled.

"Oh my, you will make this so hard on yourself" She continued as she tapped her foot at me in an expectant mode.