Accepting the Patriarchy

Stacy’s relationship with Dylan started off as most online D/s relationships do. He’d send her some tasks, she’d follow through, she’d report back. Over time they started to have long conversations about what it meant to be Dominant and submissive. Eventually, they evolved into Dylan telling her about different styles of D/s “roleplay.” They dabbled in a couple: traditional Master/slave, DD/lg, Dollification, etc. However, Dylan kept coming back to one in particular: Accepting the Patriarchy.

The concept was hard for Stacy to accept at first. Her mother was a strict feminist and instilled those values in her daughter. However, that was part of the reason it excited Stacy to take part in it. It felt rebellious to roleplay that men were more advanced and smarter than women. It also helped her with her studies and getting chores done. Stacy’s parents had commented more than once that they were impressed with how diligent Stacy had become when taking on chores around the house. Including going above and beyond and doing the chores that she wasn’t asked to do. They had no idea it was Dylan’s influence. Finishing her chores meant Dylan would allow her to masturbate and orgasm.

It was also this influence that drove a bigger wedge between Stacy and Tyler. Dylan was fully aware of her boyfriend. He insisted it was fine and never once asked them to break up. Instead, he said he wanted to help their relationship, so he would have her ask Tyler to do things like order her dinner or choose her dinner. Tyler would always laugh, maybe do it once, but never again. It irritated Stacy that he wouldn’t play along with the roleplay.

She’d tell Dylan about it and he’d reply along the lines of “not all men are equipped to manage a strong and beautiful girl.” For Stacy, these comments reinforced that Tyler was undeserving of her. “But as a man,” he’d add, “you still need to respect him.”

That additional comment made Stacy feel especially uncomfortable while making her more enamored with Dylan. She was the villain in her story. She was the one cheating on Tyler and didn’t have the courage to break up with him. She knew Dylan wanted her all to himself but still told her to respect his main competition. She knew it was roleplay but sometimes she couldn’t help but wonder if Dylan was right. Maybe women, or at least herself, were “slaves to their cunts and need men to guide them.”

She shakes her head and laughs at the last thought. Whispering to herself “it’s just roleplay.” Still, she can’t help but reach down between her legs with her right hand to place gentle pressure on her pussy through her jeans. A quiet moan escapes her lips as she massages.

“There’s a truck stop coming up in two miles, Stacy,” Meredith yells from the front. Stacy practically jumps out of her skin as she snaps out of her lusty haze. “Oh, okay, cool. Great, got it.” Stacy takes out her phone and opens the email with the list of rules she can choose. She better get that out of the way before they cross the next state line.

Meredith yells back, “and after that, it’s only about five miles to Pennsylvania! Woo-hoo!”

Two state lines. Stacy releases a sigh. She’ll need to select two rules. One to start now and one once they get into Pennsylvania.