Disclaimer Crowntown is not my creation, with some Googling you can find it. The following is merely a formalisation of a fictional character within that scene. Happy to hear feedback from readers. More chapters to follow hopefully.
The making of a Crowntown Master.
I suppose that in some way I had always thought of women as lower, less than me. I mean I was 6ft 4, 13 stone and strong, so I guess most people were. But women were mostly intimidated by my staure. The Blue eyes and dirty brown hair gave a striking appearance, or so I had been told.
I was from Crowntown, the capital city of a country known as Salize. It was a country that had always suited my thoughts on women, and I suppose it was a self fulfilling thing. I remember the day DFA rose to power. Where previously I had drifted from job to job, pulling pints or filling burgers, now there was something below me in society. And that meant there were new natural resources that I could exploit to make myself a new life.
In the months after the majority of women were re-classified as 'cunts' I lost my father. He left a modest estate to me, a three bedroom house in the city centre and a two story commercial building in the up and coming entertainment quarter of the city. Dad had run a soft drink bottling company so when I dissolved it I was left with about 235 grand plus the property.
I guess I should also explain the shifting socio-political state of Salize. Cunts were taken as possesions, rape was de-criminalised; well thats not strictly true it became a crime to deny any man the natural order. That is any man can do anything he wishes to a cunt, any place, any time. If the cunt refused then it would be arrested and processed.
So I guess I should start at the beginning.
June 24th
I looked down at the letter from the Solicitor, it was the statement of estate absolute. From today I was comfortably middle class. But I was also at a crossroads. I hated my job as a labourer and now I had the freedom to leave and pursue other interests.But it would take a lot of planning to achieve what i wanted. So the best place to go was the local strip joint, there were a lot of new and prestigious cunts so business was booming.
I headed down to the corner of Fourth and Delvin where Billy John's club was, or as it was known, BJ's. heading down the steps to the basement level the purple light washed over me, immediately I relaxed. Checking my coat I head over to the waitress collection area. I walked the line of maybe 15 sluts. Each one of them had a metal collar on their neck which was mechanically locked to clip in the wall behind them. This made them unable to walk around and also presented them to the public. I was hoping Shawna would be free, i knew her from college, always a stuck up bitch, now she was a mere cunt. My luck was in, i walked past the first three cunts, one dressed in a black bikini and heels, the next in a hooters uniform the third cunt was new but i paid her no heed.
Shawna was dressed in 8 inch black platform heels. Sheer stockings with black lace toppings, a match garter belt and thong. Her 32 DD tits were presented in a matching bra where the cup size was too small. The effect was to make her already huge tits look even bigger.
"Hello Cunt, I guess today is my lucky day."
I clipped the leash to the D ring on her collare and the lock at the back was released. I led her to a private booth with a curved sofa behind a table. On the table was the pole for cunt s to dance and under the table was the floor mounted cushion.
