Eleonora, law professor

My name is Eleonora, I am a 25 year old teacher, after my diploma I specialized in teaching law, or rather, I teach women their rights and men their duties.

In the morning my **** usually wakes me up at 7:00 after preparing breakfast and heating water for my bath, but today is different, since it's Sunday, the day before I told him that his mistress wanted to sleep late

To my surprise, however, I see him enter my room, waking me up, with the breakfast tray

"I don't know if you're an idiot or you just like to piss me off" I told him

"Scu... sorry Eleonora, I forgot that today was Sunday" he replied in a sad tone, of someone who knows he's screwed up without realizing it, I let him call me Eleonora instead of mistress since we were born in the same village, not too far from here, a village that practiced gender equality, before being invaded by a patriarchal tribe and then annexed to the Ginarchic Republic

"Eh, "sorry, sorry", always "sorry", you have to wake up, Gio"

I let myself be served breakfast, and in the meantime I signal him to get up under my feet, he does it and during the whole time of the collaboration he looks at me fearfully, evidently thinking that I want to punish him for having woken me up earlier. I chuckle to myself, if only I think about how men were, including him, only a few years ago ... arrogant, violent, domineering, egocentric, vulgar. The gynaarchy has finally brought some harmony to this world, even if there is still a lot of work to do, I am aware of it. Many women are still not fully aware of their superiority, and this authorizes some men to get on their high horse, even if after their defeat in the war they have greatly diminished

As I look at him lying on the floor, I caress his back with one foot and order him to kiss the other, he really is a beautiful male

Moreover, apart from a few small mistakes, I am very satisfied with him: even before the revolution and the war, he was always a convinced gynaarchist. He was an educated and very smart boy, who understood – well before we women imposed it on him – his role and his place in society. Of course, it took a bit of training, both to teach him technically how to best serve the stronger sex and to break the last remnants of patriarchal pride in him, and we need to work on this continuously. We need to constantly remind him – him as well as other males, for that matter – that their place is under our feet

The definition of the role of the male in society that I gave in my latest book has had a fair amount of success, both in the academic and journalistic fields: “naturally servile producer of the material conditions of female happiness”. In fact, it is the men who grow every vegetable, raise the livestock, work hard in the factories, serve us at home... in short, they take care of everything that would make it more difficult for us women to fully display our spiritual, intellectual and artistic abilities.

I sense that he is afraid of the punishment for waking me up early, poor little boy, I think a little about whether to punish him or not