Gentle femdom world (alternate)

This was basically it, Michael decided. But he decided also that the time for male dominance was over: that from now on it would be women and girls taking the lead when it came to sex. He thought for a while about making women treat men almost like sex objects... but then decided that it might be more fun if they were just very free and firmly in control. He clarified his vision:

Old rule: Women are playfully condescending about men's sexuality, treating them nearly like very bright domesticated animals, who are not very much in control of their sexual reactions. Women make no effort to hide their own sexual responses, but like to act as though they are just humouring the men in their life, pretending that they are above sexual urges. Women are in fact very fond of men's sexuality, systematically encourage it, and reward 'good boys' with sexual favours to encourage good behaviour.

Old rule: Women only loosely recognise men's physical boundaries or rights to privacy. They are permitted to strip and physically play with any male, and are unconcerned with how exposed they may be to any male. Women like to play sexually and make long-term relationships with men, but are not very possessive about this. Men are used to this, and treat it as a part of normal social interaction.

Old rule: Men are in awe of women's bodies, and will generally do sexual favours for women when they ask for them. They defer to women when it comes to sex, only taking the initiative if they are certain that a woman would appreciate their advances.

Old Rule: Women are excited by the thought or the sight of men ejaculating, but are essentially indifferent to semen a few seconds after it has been in them, on them, or on their clothes. They try to clean up messes on floors and surfaces, but completely ignore semen stains on their clothes.

Michael felt his dick harden under his clothes. The anticipation! Girls were going to tease him and play with his body, and otherwise treat him like a sort of loveable overgrown border collie. He suddenly felt inspired to add two more rules:

Old Rule: sex-play during work and class is tolerated, as a form of normal social interaction, as long as it is discrete and does not interfere with work getting done.

New Rule: School work almost always pairs a boy with a girl 'to help them focus on work', and school desks are equipped with short benches, love seats, and sofas to allow more than one person sit side-by-side.

"Hey bro! There you are."

Michael quickly turned up from the journal to see his sister Tabitha. She was wearing only knee-high black socks, colored with several suspicious white stains. She had a slightly trimmed but otherwise quite well-developed brown bush on her mons. Feminine fluids could be seen dripping down her inner thighs.

"Silly boy! Why are you wearing so much? You don't need all those clothes. Come here," she said.

"Oh, uh, hey Tabitha," Michael said. He already knew how powerful the book was, but this took him by surprise. His heart raced. "Um, is that all you're wearing to school?"

Tabitha smiled at him indulgently. "Why not? I know how much all you boys like looking at my tits and my pussy. You're such sweet things!" She looked to him expectently. "Come on, Michael, come here."

Michael felt a little self-conscious of the bulge in his trousers. But given how Tabitha was (not) dressed and her obvious non-chalance about boys looking at her, he supposed that she wouldn't mind his obvious arousal. After a short pause, Michael got up and approached her.

Tabitha smiled indulgently, and unbuttoned his jeans. She pulled them down, leaving him with only his boxers and shirt.

"You like looking at my body, don't you Michael?" she purred at him. She stroked his hardening cock under his boxers. "Mmm, I know you do! I bet you'd like to rub your cock against my pussy, wouldn't you? Hmmm?" she said to him, slightly sing song.

"Um," Michael said. He hadn't expected that the first girl to start playing with him would be his own sister. But it was hard to deny that her naked and stroking him was very exciting.

Tabitha slowly swayed, her breasts moving to and fro. "Awww, you feeling a bit shy Mikey?" she teased. She pulled down his boxers. "But your cock looks ready to play!" She gently bent it downwards, so that despite his hardness it was pointing down, and pushed up against him. Mike winced slightly: it was not painful, but not exactly comfortable to be bent down that way. Tabitha rubbed her mound against his swollen member, and he felt some moisture on his shaft.

"Awwww, who wants some pussyyyy?" she said in a playful low voice, as though talking to a loved pet. "Is it you, Mikey? Is it you?" She gasped suddenly. "Oh, nice," she said, almost as an aside.

Michael was feeling slightly dizzy, for a couple of reasons.