"Well, I wish that I could tell that it was all swell and dandy, but you surely can see from the news that things have taken a real downturn. I can't make heads or tails of it. One minute, we're the new ruling class, the new elite, and the very next, it's falling apart at the seams. I just don't... I don't get it. How did it go so wrong, and all so fast? It doesn't make sense at all. We're liberating everyone from the shackles of patriarchy, even the menfolk. Something doesn't add up at all," my ex ranted with a strong hint of fear as well as disenchantment.
"Oh, do you mean the ones who created, built, and maintained civilization for ages are not grateful for their chance to slave thanklessly and be subjected to privation, humiliation, indignity, enforced sexual frustration, etc.? They didn't fall to their knees in adoration and gratitude for the opportunity to be enslaved, oppressed, and punished for the alleged misdeeds of their forefathers?" I inquired mockingly, "let me guess... they are not meekly operating the infrastructure that allows you to dictate to them the solutions for your First World Problems? They aren't your beasts of burden anymore?"
"But... we always had those things? How were we to know that it was men who were in charge of their maintenance? It was just how things were. We never imagined that men would be so upset that they would stop... doing their jobs!" Christine sounded truly agitated on the phone.
"It sounds like the Women's Studies course curriculum left out some key details, then. Maybe you should sue for a refund, if the courtrooms even have their lights on, that is," I taunted my ex-wife, glad to see her at a loss and truly stumped now that her idiocy had consequences.
"But... but... please, help us... we need help getting things back in working order. Surely, you can help me, even if you despise the rest of my party and government. I'm your wife!" Christine pleaded with me now.
"No, you were my wife, and now I actively loathe you, because you voted for a regime that sought to deny me my freedom and dignity, two very basic rights, just for being a man. That's the very sexism that you once claimed to abhor. You're nothing but a basic hypocrite, just like all feminists worldwide. Go moan about your First World Problems somewhere else," I told my ex as I hung up on her, glad to be done with her hysterical nonsense (and yes, I know the origins of that word).
That was when I looked at the news on my cell phone and realized that there had been a raid by Federal agents on a New Order sympathizer safe house. Literature, bombs, guns, all kinds of other materials had been stockpiled, including some chemical nerve agents, such as VX or VZ or something of that sort. Clearly, there had been plans for a violent overthrow of the United States Government by the radical feminists, and worse, there were documents implicating Nikki Haley, Kamala Harris, Kirsten Gillibrand, and others in the plot. There was a "Mistress Variable," who was unnamed, but the Feds were confident that she would be identified in time.
The long term implications of this discovery weren't difficult to analyze. The politicians who were connected to this fiendish conspiracy would be arraigned on some kind of federal charges, but more immediately, their cause would be even less popular than before. Their political careers were over, whatever their fantasies had been. Worse still, the Italian actress Asia Argento and the pop diva Beyonce Knowles were implicated in the conspiracy and possibly faced federal charges themselves. Argento would have to be extradited, but Knowles could easily be arrested, once people got past her security.
"I was never a fan of Beyonce, so no great loss there. As for Ms. Argento, she lost me around the time that she proved to be a hypocrite. No sense in mulling that over too much, of course. I hope that they both get what's coming to them. If I were Jay Z, I'd be filing for divorce and pronto. Don't stand by a woman who wants to emasculate you in every way that she already hasn't. I was smarter than that myself," I chuckled, even as I began humping Stacey in the john and Dale fucked her throat.
"Tell me about it. One of these days I'll tell you my backstory with my own horrid ex. She was the stuff of nightmares, of course. Count yourself lucky on such a quick escape, Master," Dale commented ruefully as we shared his wife.
Whatever one said about Stacey, she wasn't a nag or shrew. She was a truly loving woman in every sense of the word. It was a helluva way to prepare for breakfast, and by Jove, I would need the calories after this. I couldn't wait to see her belly swell up, preferably with twins, one of his and one of mine. The way that she responded to being slapped on her bum only added to her appeal to me. She was truly a delight, though hardly the one around my hearth and home.
Even as I pumped harder inside Stacey, I considered the long-term prospects of the New Order regime and calculated that they had scant wees before the whole edifice collapsed. When that happened, well, we would see what we wished to do then... and by we, I mostly meant me. Mostly. There was Nina to consider, plus Tanveet, Vicky, and several others. Still mostly me. I was the Boss, after all.
