Uncertain Times

We live in uncertain times.
Not that we males noticed very much. Our main continued to be to please our female partners.

In this modern world, we have to ensure that we keep ourselves pretty, perfectly made up and are always ready to be uesd sexually by the females who are the dominant and naturally aggressive sex.

To do this we wore the prettiest clothes, always dresses or skirts which were usually short with low cut tops to display our male cleavages Most women made their males take medication or even surgery to have their boobs made bigger.

We wore high heels which had heels so high that we could only teeter on them.

We were corseted to enhance our figures and always wore stockings to make our legs look good.

Our women treated us very badly, sex was conducted solely fot their pleasure. They wore strap-ons which often hurt us badly and we had to use our tongues to give pleasure. Our needs were ignored.

our sole role was to pleasure women failure resulted in spankings at the least with often worse punishment being utilised

We lived in gated communities, usually about a dozen couples with the female breadwinners commuting to the nearby city for work.

This was necessary because outside the walls of our communities and cities, savage tribes of women lived. They preyed on the civilised socirty we lived in staeling and looting from the wealth accumulated by our superior female rulers.

In recent times the outrages comitted by these savages were growing despite the efforts of the security forces. Rumours were spreading about their crimes and if the rumours were to be believed what would happen to a helpless male who fell in to their hands was beyond description.

It was evening and my husband and I were entertaining some of our neighbours.
I had spent all day preparing the refreshments and the evening was going very well.

The males including myself were very prettily dressed in short evening dresses which displayed plenty of flesh. Our skirts were flared over frothy petticoats displaying our legs which were made to appear longer by the high heeled shoes were wearing
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I knew that my make up was perfect as I had had a makeover in the city and was so proud that my husband had said I looked good. In fact she had said “It would be a shame to mess it up later.” Leering as she her hand went under my skirt and pinched my bum.

Our female partners looked extremely smart in their tuxedos.

As usual we males had to put up with the wandering hands of the males but of course that was what we were there for. We knew as the evening went on and more alcohol was consumed by the women the least we could expect was to end up over a female knee with our petticoats around our waist and our panties around our ankles being given a very thorough spanking..

Suddenly there was a large explosion outside, the windows shattered causing us males to scream with fright and we could hear a major uproar in the night.
The women ordered us to stay inside as they went out to investigate.
I looked out of the window and to my horror saw that the security wall had been breached and through it large numbers of whooping women were pouring.
We ran to hide behind the furniture switching of the lights and crouching fearfully in the darkness.