A young married couple evolve from a loving vanilla relationship after they are inducted into an established Matriarchy run by the husband's mother.
Tags : mind control, drugs, femdom, matriarchy, transgender, romance, feminisation, sissification, hormones, surgery, fetish, BDSM, sci fi, chastity,
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Prologue - 2 years ago
"Fi, you are one crazy bitch," I exclaimed, yelling to my sexy friend over the blaring music.
Fi, my BFF and I were at a rave with our uni friends. I was dancing with Dane, Fi's boyfriend. The music and lights flashed over the bouncing and gyrating bodies. Dane, an amazing dancer, was leading me, making me look much better than I was. I loved dancing with him as he elevated my moves with his effortless style and elegance. His hips were plastered in synch against mine and we were swaying in perfect time to the music.
Fi was sucking off a guy she had only met tonight on the couch behind her boyfriend. The unknown dude was leaning back against the couch with his fly open and his jeans pulled down slightly. She was sitting next to him in a skin tight silver tube top, her nipples showing through. Her jeans looked painted on they were so tight. She was turned towards him bent over with one hand on his thigh, the other stroking his shaft and her mouth moving up and down on the top half of his cock.
We were at someone's house, I didn't know whose, but we had all streamed in after we left the pub around 10pm. The crowd around me and Dane were pumping with the music. Must be someone who had rich parents as the house was on a large estate and we were at a party / entertainment area at the back of the house. There must be more than fifty people dancing frenetically to the music. Given the racket we were making, I'm sure the house owners were on holidays or away.
Fi didn't stop sucking the cock but acknowledged my comment with an ok gesture with one hand, then dropped it to caress the guys balls below his cock. The recipient of her expertise was pumping his hips up and down in time with Fi's mouth.
Many of the couples were kissing as they danced, their movements punctuated by the flashing lights. Some were just bouncing around waving arms, legs and torsos with no style at all and not even in time with the music. But they were definitely enjoying themselves. Bodies were constantly bumping against me and Dane adding to the chaotic energy and vibe of the party.
I had driven my car as Fi had already had few too many drinks and Dane didn't have a car. I was the designated driver as usual. Fi was the crazy one. Fi stood up with her mouth open displaying a pool of the guys sperm. She came over to us and kissed her boyfriend, sharing the load. They swapped it between them, licking up any overflow as it leaked down their chins.
This was a pretty typical Saturday night for us, with Fi getting into varying degrees of crazy antics.. I loved the vibe being with Fi and Dane but could never do what she did. She wanted me to have a threesome with her and Dane. Little old shy me had declined.
She leaned into me to kiss but I turned away.
"Ahh, come on Maz, don't be so fucking boring, live a little." She was half drunk. I was used to her trying to get me more involved. During the day at Uni she was a lot more sedate but her party animal persona came out with only a drink or two and little provocation. She was a beautiful, sexy bitch too. Long black hair, her minimal silver tube top barely able to hold her C cups. She moved around so were in a triangle facing each other our arms around the adjacent partner's waist. She pulled us all in close so we were hugging and spiralling around. She had sperm breath and was licking her lips and kissing Dane every few seconds. I was going with the flow, enjoying her rampant sexuality vicariously. I was horny but restrained, enjoying the closeness of our bodies.
Dane was from a bohemian background. His father was an actor and his mother a singer and they were in an open relationship - as I understood it. He and FI got up to all sorts of sexy adventures. With Fi leading the way. He was very laissez faire and open to anything Fi pulled him into. Lean and ripped, he had a typical ballet dancer's body. He was poetry in motion with every move he made. Such a sexy body.
I always enjoyed watching him move and loved dancing with him. He had long brown hair usually tied, like tonight, in a ponytail. He usually wore tight clothing showing off his lean, muscular body. It was certainly worth showing off. Classically handsome, girls and some boys flocked around him. Fi was not possessive - she was as likely to fuck anyone, male of female. And so was Dane. I enjoyed watching them in action. Fi could seduce a rock.
"I love you Maz," declared Fi, "You're such a great friend." She often waxed lyrical when she'd had a few drinks. "You absofuckinlutely need to relax and open up more." Again a common refrain. Dane, whose body was his temple, rarely drank and never did drugs, smiled at me. He was so disarming and what you saw was what you got. It was surprising that he was doing so well in his ballet career as he wasn't particularly competitive. Dedicated and passionate for sure. He was in it for the art and the dance.
Fi was a very competitive young lady. So was I, but was much more low key about it. We were both near the end of our law degrees and were currently going for job interviews. It sucked being an articled clerk and an intern in a law firm. They typically hired a number of graduates and if you were lucky you had a gig at the end of it. Low pay, long hours and dealing with the patriarchy.
I was very attractive, if I say so myself. Sexy curves, blond and I attracted a lot of, I must say, unwanted attention. Even working part time jobs through Uni to earn money often sucked. Bosses thought they had the right to get handsy just because they had given me a job. Being beautiful was a pain sometimes. Now I would only work for women. Saying no to men could get ugly quickly, particularly with bosses. They seemed to think they had a male's inherent right to grope me. I had learnt to avoid putting myself in situations where I could be compromised.
So many guys saw me as a hot chick and didn't look past the body and face. Every relationship I had ever been in had been superficial. I was a virgin and had a reputation as a frigid bitch and ice queen. Some rejected guys had tried to spread rumours that I was a slut. But I had found that spreading the counter rumour that they had tiny dicks and came in thirty seconds worked well. And I had a strong and supportive friendship circle at school. And my mother was a maths and science teacher at my school. Heaven help the students that tried to take the low road with me. Bad move Jose.
My parents made sure that I learnt to defend myself as some guys did get abusive and or violent when rejected. I had no hesitation getting violent back. Sure guys were stronger than me, but they expected girls to roll over and give in. Not this little chicky! I'd almost been raped once by a supposed friend and had to take action. I was a black belt in ju jitsu and confident in being able to handle myself. And a quality middle distance runner, in case I had to cut and run.
