prepare to receive visits

In the afternoon after lunch I lie down on the sofa and start reading, I usually alternate reading feminist essays with current affairs newspapers, it's really funny to think about the evolution of our society starting from the news;

Every time I open the page dedicated to politics you hear about women's revolts in neighboring countries to be annexed to our republic, but of particular interest to me, it is also the page dedicated to new scientific discoveries, every time I read I can't help but find at least one new technological-social control device with a commentary by scientists who claim that this is yet another certification of our female superiority

there is talk of a new device, an electrified collar for men; it's an excellent discovery - I think - capable of marking every phase of a ****'s day infallibly

after all, even Giovi, when we moved here, found himself admitting that the defeat of the male gender was a good thing. because the enemies not only deserved the victory on the field, but also proved to be more worthy of holding power.

It is under matriarchy in fact that illiteracy has been reduced to an all-time low, pollution has been eliminated thanks to the males who clean our streets, and technology has surpassed the levels before the collapse

We women, in other words, have been able not only to win the war, but also to win the peace

Gio comes back into the room after preparing a hot bath, and at first I don't give him too much importance, so he stands in front of me with his knees on the floor in a listening position, he looks at me with puppy eyes hoping that I will pay attention to him

He knows, and I am very proud of this, that when a woman reads she doesn't want to hear the male chatter.

"Do you see this key I wear on my ankle? Take it off, kiss my foot and hand it to me" I say while he is rigorously silent

"That's good, I imagine you have already guessed what it is, you must have seen it on other men when I send you shopping, from now on I will keep you chaste, not only will I control your orgasms, but I will also control your erections. What do you think? No, don't tell me, it's useless, I've already decided"

I look him straight in the eyes, he doesn't want to contradict me and he never has, but I feel in him the anxiety of this big step, so I try to reassure him

"You were lucky enough to have your best friend as your mentor and mistress, I couldn't be happier that you belong to me but I hate to think that you can look at other women or give yourself pleasure alone during my absence.

I don't think it's right for you to do that. Your body is mine and that little thing between your legs is mine too. It may be small and useless to a woman, but I bet you really like touching it.

I can already see you locked in the bathroom all excited from your 10 cm. What a bad image. I don't even want to think about it anymore. Who knows how many tissues you used, dirtying them with your filthy sperm.

Thanks to this key, all this will never happen again, and you will be able to concentrate on how to make me happy, aren't you happy?"

I can feel that he is excited, so he likes the idea

"You will suffer like a dog, you know? If you are good I will allow you to come once a month, but only if you are a good obedient puppy" he nods, after which I free a small space between my legs and I tell him to put his penis in

"Come on, masturbate, show me that you like being in my hands. Think that you won't be able to do it for a whole month. Think of me looking at the key while I'm at work and I'll think of my little **** who does the housework dressed as a maid and without even having the chance to touch himself, and when I come home and you run on your knees to worship my feet and that key, around my neck, symbol of your submission"

I say while he increases the pace, the scene is hilarious, he looks like a horny dog ​​who has been allowed to vent on the legs of the table

"Think that in a little while you will give me a bath, then I will undress in front of your eyes, I will rub myself on you, I will make you feel the heat of my body, so close and unreachable. You will lick my breasts, my sex and you will feel my orgasm flooding your senses. You will have the smell of me on your face and you will not be able to seek any relief"

He comes, copiously in my legs, and I obviously ask him to clean me with his tongue.

Until years ago, his male pride would have prevented him from swallowing his own sperm, yet with training he has finally understood; it is men who make a mess with their orgasm and it is right that they are the ones to clean. This condition is only the consequence of the fact that mother nature has reserved for us a less cumbersome orgasm, as well as a sweeter taste.

"Good boy, lick every drop, know that for you now a new life as a **** in chastity has begun" I say taking the cage in my hand, because of the taste of the sperm he loses the erection of the penis and I manage to insert it without too much resistance, I have him follow me to the bathroom where he soaps me in the tub and gives me a massage

I get out of the tub and put on the clothes and shoes that I had asked him to prepare for me, then I have him do a pedicure and put nail polish on my hands and feet, it's his favorite color and this has already started to make his little dick suffer that is in the cage, I ask him to get on all fours so as to act as a table, I sit on him and start putting on my makeup

Shortly after I notice a knock at the door, I know exactly who is on the other side, so I immediately get up and go to open it