Thursday, 7 July 2016

A Feminised Male Knows his Place


The Future Part One


I stood outside the entrance of the gaudily lit club summoning up the courage to cross the threshold and to endure another night of abuse and humiliation as a member of the inferior sex.

I felt the cold breeze under my skirt caressing my silk panties and under them my little peenie restrained in its pink chastity device that all males wore.

It was late autumn and I really was inappropriately dressed for the time of year.

My dress was black and heavily sequinned, its hem barely covering the lacy tops of my black stockings.

It was low at the top, clearly displaying my hormone enhanced boobs. My long blonde hair curled below my shoulders.

In short I looked like what I was, a feminised male who was there to entertain the superior sex.

I glanced at my friend and flat mate Paula who was similarly attired.

“Ok babe let’s get in there, it’s too cold to hang about.”

She laughed. Let’s hope security isn’t as bad as last week.” She said as we minced on our high heels towards the door.

At the door, there were the usual crowd of women, raucous and loud as we ran the gauntlet of their wandering hands pinching and groping our bottoms, lifting our skirts and mocking our frilly undies.

Why did women want to see our undies so much?

Was it that their underclothes were so boring compared with the lovely pretty things we males wear?

Why was the flash of stocking tops and white thigh above them so arousing?

We knew better than to resist their attentions and eventually managed to push our way through to the waiting bouncers.

They were of course all women and took delight in patting us down even our clearly visible legs to ensure we were not carrying any offensive weapons.

This was of course hardly likely in a world where women were the dominant sex more aggressive and physically much stronger and males were weak and totally submissive to them.

Eventually we were allowed through in to the club.

We made straight for the dance floor and were soon dancing away to the beat of the music.

Most of the people dancing were male, all dressed sexily as we were.

We had been programmed for generations that we needed to attract the dominant females and to be used as by them to satisfy their needs may be to marry them and become their domesticated house wives or a better description might be slaves.

It wasn’t long before two large women barged between us and began to dance with us.

Soon they were dancing very close and my partners hands were fondling my bum so I did what was expected putting my hands behind her neck as she pulled me close.

I could feel her plastic cock through my flimsy clothes as she pushed her groin in to me.

To be continued