6 months later.
Dean softly bit the end of his pen and stared at the page.
Question 60
Name the four most problematic remnants of patriarchy in today's society and how they are a danger.
Dean paused to think for a moment before writing the answer that he knew his professor wanted to hear.
- Faith in male deities. Such archaic religions are inherently violent and repressive.
- Male entitlement to the wealth and property of femme. Males use sex to manipulate and exploit.
- Femme are stigmatized for their appreciation of the male from. In a truly free society femme of all ages can objectify males without shame.
- Masculinist political action groups commit acts of terrorism in order to reverse moral progress. These groups are secretly backed by the conservative coalition.
He put his pen down gathered up his paper and pencil case.
"One hour remaining," announced the facilitator.
Dean got up in such a hurry that his chastity cage clattered against the edge of the desk. The sound of stainless steel on wood was unmistakable to him. He reassured himself that it was actually quite subtle and that nobody picked up on that detail. Besides, he was already late for work and didn't have time to think about it.
He approached the front of the room to deliver his papers to the facilitator.
"I know dear, it can be a lot of pressure," she soothed him in a motherly tone as she received the pages.
Dean smiled at the old lady.
"I answered all the questions. I'm done."
"Oh," she raised her eyebrows.
Her surprise only caused Dean's grin to grow. It felt good to counter the stereotype of the dumb stud who goes to college only to find a wife.
His final assessment was complete. But he didn't have time to bask in the wonderful feeling. He had to be in town in half an hour.
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Dean smiled and shut his eyes as he felt the dark sensuality of the music move through him. After being in chastity all day it felt great to be free. He imagined that it was just him and the music as he leaned back on the pole and spun around in tempo with sensual music; his body obeying every beat. Opening his eyes, he smiled into the darkness. The room was filled with a vibrant hum and the occasional voice rose above the baseline.
"Come on, let mommy see the rest."
"Oh my Goddess. Your right Lena, this is much better than watching him in VR."
Dean looked towards the voices only to see pure black, the spotlight shone down from the ceiling, bathing him in heavenly light, rendering even the closest audience members invisible to him.
"Tell me you don't wanna just take him over your knee!" another voice said quietly.
"Hell yes. He looks like he's been a bad boy too," the reply could be heard just above the music.
"Here pup!" a confident voice beckoned from the other side of the stage.
An old lady's arm reached up into the beam of light from the darkness, holding a 100 credit bill between her wrinkled fingers. The face of President Eleanor Primrose was smiling up at him from the paper note.
Holding onto the pole, Dean squatted down and pointed his ass out invitingly. A moment later he felt the hand cop a greedy feel of his butt before placing the note into the waistband of his g-string.
"Thanks sugar mommy, I'll give you a private dance later tonight."
Just the touch of her hand was enough to set off Dean's submissive instincts. By now he was resigned to the fact that such a response was completely involuntary. His cock began to harden in its tight elastic pouch as if it wasn't even under his control.
"Oh did you hear that ladies!?" the a mature feminine voice of the announcer boomed over the intercom. Dean could hear the lust in her voice.
"Dean Johnson loves a good tipper. I wonder what a private dance from our pornstar would be like?"
This was all very routine, so Dean was unphased. He smiled into the blackness, the bright stage lights caused his golden body to glow, accentuating his muscle definition. His hips pulsed to the baseline of the pop song by a male artist.
Ever since I was born, I've been longing to serve you, to love you, to give it all to you.
"Hey boy! I'll give you five hundred for that pouch!"
Feminine cheers of support battered him from all directions, reminding Dean just how many eyes were actually on him.
"We came to see cock!" Another voice called out.
"Yeah! Come on baby! Stop being a tease!" one from his left yelled.
"Take it off!" a voice from his right yelled.
"Let's see the goods!" another demand came from the back of the room.
"This clit tease needs a thorough spanking to learn what 'Take it off' means," a lady near the front row spoke to her neighbours, causing them to chuckle.
A chill of fear entered him. It was becoming increasingly common for customers to want to administer discipline during lap dances. The domina didn't mind if her boys came out of the booth with a red hue, but sometimes the bouncers were much more permissive than Dean would like.