It All Comes Together

"Okay Wayne" you respond, "what does that have to do with here and now though?" Wayne laughs.

"Well, a funny thing started to happen. The wives began finding pleasure in serving their husbands; not from getting paid. Soon, Mr. Seller didn't have to go out and look for potential wives. He had a line of women out the door who wanted nothing more than to marry one of his employees so they could live a life pleasing their husband. Mr. Seller, as do I, believe that these women were finally finding their natural place in the universe. They were understanding that they were inferior to men, and that they could best serve society by trying to please their man at all times."

"The gathering you witnessed today includes men and women who have willingly embraced the Whittman ideology. We call ourselves Whitmen and Whitwomen. Every man here is married. Every wife spends her days cooking, cleaning, handling finances, handling social duties, being an object their husbands can relive their stress on, and sexually satisfying their husbands. Some even have kids that they raise."

As Wayne was saying this his wife and daughter were beaming from ear to ear. You couldn't believe that a man could say such things in front of a woman and they would react with happiness. "Wayne, I see what you're saying...I guess I don't get how this ties to what I just heard about that man who pisses on his wife." Wayne responds:

"John, what a lot of people in today's society don't understand is that this is the way it's been for thousands of years. It's always been men in control, and women serving men. You can't tell me that your life wouldn't be easier if you never had to cook, or clean, or think about how you'll get a woman to have sex with you. That's what is great about being a Whittman. Whittwomen have accepted that their greatest pleasure comes from serving men. Not only would you have a beautiful wife who would tend to your every need, but she would enjoy serving you just as much as you enjoy being served. That's why Tony told that story to the crowd. Not only did it make him happy to piss on his wife, but she was thrilled she was able to bring him pleasure."

It made a weird amount of sense. Plus, there was a huge dichotomy between Wayne and his wife. Wayne had to be about 60 years old, fat, with balding grey hair. His wife had to have been about 20 years younger. She had a tall, almost statuesque body. Long blond hair, deep green eyes, large breasts that you wanted to grope as hard as you could. A fit backside and beautiful smile rounded out the figure. There is no way a woman like her ended up with a man like him without something funny going on.

"John, I invited you here for two reasons. Both of them are selfish I'm afraid. First, I want to see if you'll join our group. You'll choose a wife, then you can experience all the advantages the Whittman philosophy brings. I will have an employee who will perform exponentially better without any cost to me. I can't lie, that seems like a win-win. Second, if you decide to join, I'm hoping that you'll consider my daughter Vanessa as a candidate to be your wife."