Femdom Policy

"If this law passes, I'll let you enslave me yourself, those were your words, if I recall?"

Ashley Arkia, the congresswoman who had spearheaded the Male Control and Correction bill, spoke to one of her opponents in a live broadcast, awaiting the results of the popular vote that would determine if this bill would pass or not.

"While we wait let's take a moment to review the events that led up to this historic event and what the bill actually does. The Calian nation has undergone significant social changes in the last few years as new technology and methods have allowed women to effectively enslave men."

"At first the movement was controversial. Many said that it should be called something other than slavery since most men were able to operate normally under its effects and many submitted to it willingly. Many women started to insist on it prior to starting a relationship."

"Then came experimental criminal reform. Convicts were given the option to accept enslavement instead of prison, and many jumped at the chance."

"And that brings us to the current bill, which will apply primarily to prison populations, men between 18 and 25, and of course any men who voluntarily wish to be freed from the burden of their free will."

"Alright, the results are almost in. Are you nervous, congressman? Don't be. You won't even be the first enslaved congressman, and it may even improve your odds of reelection..."

"There, the results are in. Female Supremacy is now the new law of the land. What do you say, congressman? Any last words as a free man? I was kind of hoping you would try and run away. The law doesn't technically apply to you, after all. Though you might as well. With this it's not going to be long before enslavement becomes mandatory for all men."

Ashley starts to strip, never having been shy in front of the cameras, you hesitate, but you know that you'll never hear the end of this you back out now. Ashley is already waving her top around. She puts on a show for the cameras as she moves towards the bed that her assistants have wheeled onto the stage.

"What's wrong? Do you need help undressing yourself?" Ashley laughs. "Having some doubts now that I'm about to make you eat your words?" She jumps on the bed and spreads her legs wide. "Don't be shy, come on in. It's warm and cozy, I promise. Slide into a whole new world where women rule, you can't escape it now..."

You take a few steps forward, slowly beginning to strip. Her slit does look very inviting. You'd never thought of her this way before. Those lips seem to call to you... turning off your thoughts... making you harder... your clothes fall to the floor... you watch yourself slide inside and feel her clamp down on you, her legs wrapping around you.

"Soon you know why men were so eager to become our slaves. Belonging to a woman is what all men want, deep inside. Don't feel too bad. Most men stop thinking when they see my pussy. Just like you just did."

"Now that you're inside me, feel my power over your surrounding you. Feel me own you, control you, on top, on bottom, it doesn't matter. My control is only getting stronger from here on, and you'll love it. You'll give up your control, willingly, gladly, in exchange for total fulfillment under my dominance."

She holds you tight within and between her legs, every passing second making you more aware of her power, her sexual energy making your strength irrelevant. You feel yourself losing control and her taking it. You want this, the thought creeps in, tempting the edges of your mind. You push it back, but it lurks at the edges. Her eyes bore into yours, and you feel that she knows your thoughts and doubts.

"Say it. I know you want to. Confess that you want this. To give up control and become my slave. To submit to feminine power. Admit that my sex is conquering you, that you are discovering the truth, and your male mind cannot escape it. Go ahead... say it..."

"Even before you entered me I controlled you. You made your challenge, hoping secretly you would lose, then you lost and felt helpless, like it's too late to back out. If you really wanted to avoid this, you could have just walked away. And there's no harm in admitting that. Lots of men want to be dominated, even publicly. Look at us, naked on national television..."

"Go ahead, admit it. There's no point in hiding it now. Admit that you want to be dominated by a woman, by female supremacy itself. You want to be conquered. Say it..."

Something in her voice moves you. Makes you want to speak. Want to obey. But you tense and remain silent. She looks up at you with a smirk, knowing exactly what she is doing to you. How she's softening you up, breaking you down. Subjugating you...

"At least admit that it was your choice to penetrate me. I invited you in, no question there. Maybe I lured you in. Did you really have a choice? If you didn't, then that's a confession that I already had power over you, and already could control you. If it was your choice, then you willingly gave yourself to me, submitting to my feminine authority. So which is it?" Ashley laughs as she feels you squirm inside her. She doesn't need you to say anything, her point has been made, for you and for everyone watching.

"Either way you're rock hard. There's no denying that. You love the feeling of being conquered like this, whether you want to enjoy it or not. As I take more and more control you start to realize the truth. Your hardness is weakness, not strength, your strength means nothing when facing a woman. You are a man, and you are made for this. You didn't have a choice, not really. To deny my invitation would be to deny yourself, what you are inside.

"Oh, don't make that face, this is fun! Feeling yourself slowly losing control as I take it from you... would you rather be on your back? I'm fine either way. Ah, that never gets old, the look in a man's eyes when he feels his control sliding away. That's what female supremacy feels like. That's what the truth feels like. Your hard cock inside me? That's what it feels like to no longer have a choice. And it feels so, so good..."

"Yes, you are serving me, my pussy is devouring you, mind and body. It feels wonderful to be so delicious. It feels good to bring me pleasure. Ah... you felt that. You'll get used to it. You'll learn to love it."

A sudden pressure around your cock announces the presence of a ring, claiming and owning you. It squeezes you with firm affection. With feminine authority. Offering pleasure, demanding submission. You know what it is. A slave control ring. You feel it climbing slowly and methodically down your shaft, maintaining a pleasant pressure the entire way until it reaches the base where it plants itself firmly, feeling almost like it's placing a symbolic flag of conquest.

"Doesn't female supremacy feel amazing? Now comes the fun part..." Ashley's legs release you and you feel her pussy push you out. In a smooth practiced motion she brings her feet in and pushes you off the bed, leaving you standing naked on the floor next to her.

"Kneel," she commands. You hesitate and feel the ring give you firm by affectionate shock that makes your knees start to bend. You find yourself bending them the rest of the way until they hit the floor. "Good slave, now kiss my feet." She places her feet in front of your face. You hesitate again, but another light shock prompts you to obey. You kiss her feet, trembling, beginning to feel the reality of your enslavement.

"Try to fight it. If you can stand and walk away, I'll let you go free. I bet you can't even stand. Try it. Or you could give in now, remain kneeling, and thank me for enslaving you." You start to push yourself up and get a warning shock from the ring. You start to stand and the shock gets stronger, but you brace yourself against it. You look back off the stage and take a step. The shock suddenly changes, and you feel it echo deep into your gut. It feels good, making you weak in the knees, and even a little sleepy. You try to take another step and find yourself on the floor again. Ashley laughs.

"I love to watch men fight their destiny, give them a false sense of hope before crushing them. You are my slave, and you will submit gladly to female supremacy. Bow before my pussy, confess that you are my slave, that you are an inferior male, designed to be controlled by your cock. Admit that you are mine now." She opens her legs, exposing her labia to you. The ring pulses insistently, whispering for you to obey.

"I am your slave," you hear yourself repeat. The ring gives you a warm pulse that feels amazing and makes you tremble. "I... am an inferior male" You hesitate and the ring softly prompts you to go on, then rewards you with a tight squeeze and a wave of pleasure. "You are controlling me through my cock..." The ring gives a stern but affectionate warning and you correct yourself. "I am designed to be controlled through my cock. I am yours." You tremble with fear and arousal kneeling before Ashley's spread legs, staring at her lips as though they had commanded you.

"Admit that it feels good. Feels right. You need this, are designed for this. Revel in it..."

At her command the ring begins to vibrate, holding you tight and making your entire body tremble again. You gasp with the wave of pleasure, feeling it overwhelm you. Her power is undeniable. The pleasure is undeniable. Her authority over you is desire itself. You shudder at the thought, she smiles as though she knows what you are thinking. You want to obey her. You don't want to want it, but you do. You do.

"I have conquered you, and now that you've felt it you want me to do it again. I've revealed the truth to you, and you can't deny it. You like feeling this way. You want to obey, you yearn for me to take more control. This is what you need, this is what society needs. We make men better this way. More productive, happier, more obedient, better men in every way."

You try to touch your rigid cock, cradle it, stroke it... feel it again... but before your hands reach it the ring pulses an adamant warning, and you cannot make yourself finish the action.

"Nope you don't touch it anymore, it's mine now. You are mine now. You will learn to obey me gladly and without hesitation. Your will submitting completely to mine. That is what it means to be a slave. And you will love it. You will love my power over you, your cock already loves being controlled. It feels amazing. It feels right. It is right. This is what you were meant for. You just needed a dominant woman to show you the truth."

"You are being conquered in the most intimate way possible. You will cum soon, and when you do it will be in utter submission to my will. This will be a beautiful power exchange. Stare at my pussy and behold the conquest of your manhood. You are still inside me, you will always be inside me now."

"I will speak to you directly through the ring, and you will confess and obey. Each confession will squeeze out a bit more of your defiance and resistance until only my loving slave remains."

You gasp as you feel the ring pulse faster on you. You long to touch yourself, but every time you start to the ring changes its pulse to a shock and stops you. You need to speak. You need to confess. The feeling grows stronger, the pressure rising, pushing out your thoughts. What do you need to do to stop it? What do you need to say? You look up at Ashley's smirking face. She shakes her head. You're only release is if you listen to the ring.

"I am your slave," you begin, unsure what to say. The pressure releases a bit, but most of it remains and is soon growing again. "Women are superior," as you say it the ring gives you an affectionate pulse of approval. You say it again, now with more conviction and desperation. You are starting to believe it. You might believe anything if the ring wants you to. "You have conquered me. I want to be conquered. I want to be enslaved. I want you to think for me." The ring corrects you. "I want you to shape my thoughts and beliefs." The ring gives you another pulse of approval.

It begins to pulse faster, letting you know that the end is nigh. Each pulse is tighter and more authoritative. You look down at your helplessly rigid erection but the ring pulses guide you to look back up at Ashley. Her eyes meet yours and you feel utterly in her power.

"I submit to female supremacy, I submit to you, Ashley," you feel yourself say, but the words are hers now. "I have been conquered, I want to be conquered, I want to be enslaved. My orgasm is yours, to grant or deny. My orgasm is submission to female supremacy. Submission to female authority. My orgasm enslaves me. I am helpless, I cannot stop my orgasm. I have been sexually dominated by Congresswoman Ashley Arkia!" You stare into her pussy as the ring vibrates faster and faster. You feel yourself falling into her, mind and body.

You cum onto the stage floor, staring at Ashley's open legs. She smirks with satisfaction, closes her legs and stands beside you, placing a foot on your back in a victorious pose.

"And there you have it, everyone, yet another victory for female supremacy. You heard him confess and submit, here for the whole world to see. Men at home can follow this example with the woman of their choice. You won't regret it."

Your ring pulses with each word she speaks. You feel euphoria, defeat, and a deep sense of belonging to this woman whose foot is on your back. Your cock is going soft and feels defeated. Every inch of you feels defeated... and you love it. You are starting to want to love it. The ring pulses again reassuringly. She will make you want it. Again and again...