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When Women Rule Ch. 01

By: lesliejones



This is for darling Megs with love

1

Lance CPL Liz relaxed contentedly on her bed in the correctional officers' dorm. She had now been working in her lowered status at the principal men's prison for six months and enjoyed being outside in the warm weather. She liked the crisp white short-sleeved blouse and tight black shorts that the c.o.'s wore, along with their medium-length shiny black boots and the impressive short black whips they carried on their utility belts.

Men sentenced to the prison for re-education in the Women's Republic spent most of their days working outside in the fields since this was a warm weather post. There was a lot of work to be done if the crops were to be successfully grown and harvested and the c.o.'s were expected to make sure that no laziness on the part of men would be tolerated.

Liz well recalled the first time she had had to use her whip on a recalcitrant male. A youngish man in his 20s had been assigned to weed a section and he decided to hide between the tall rows until Lance CPL Liz came upon him. She snapped her whip right on his backside to wake him up and then ordered him to drop his pants for punishment.

He rose as if to challenge her and Liz quickly told him that if he was going to resist, he'd find himself in solitary for two weeks. He dropped his pants, disclosing the pink panties that the prison required of all inmates, and at Liz's motion, slid those down his hairy legs. 

Liz told him to grasp his ankles and she proceeded to whip his bare bottom rather harshly. She saw the red stripes emerging on his pale bottom cheeks and his screams as the whip descended repeatedly. Liz stopped and rubbed the whip under his front so that it touched his now erect penis and scrotum. "Yes," she said softly, "if you misbehave, I will certainly whip that little thing of yours, so wise up and do what you're supposed to do."

She immediately noticed the effect on the young man, whose name was Larry. She ordered him to pull up his panties and then his trousers. "Now hand me your book," she ordered. He reluctantly surrendered the black plastic notebook. Liz took it, found a fresh page and entered with her black pen, "Prisoner observed slacking on job and whipped moderately on bare bottom. Three points."

Back in the dorm, she enjoyed recalling how she had proceeded to produce good results in her sector. Men knew not to slack off for she was everywhere. As she lay there contemplating the pleasures of her existence, her friend Jill came in and lay down on the next bed.

Liz knew that Jill, who was still a PFC, had a streak of cruelty that belied her fair, demure features. Jill took advantage of what she had learned at the Skills & Methods course the women c.o.'s all had taken. There, the lesbian instructors taught the new c.o.'s how to torture recalcitrant males. Liz realized that some men deserved this, the idiots who failed to understand that women were now in charge.

But Liz did not like to administer the kind of humiliating treatment the course had recommended. Jill enjoyed putting men in her sector who misbehaved into diapers for several days, making them forego toilet privileges and refusing to allow them to be changed for extended periods. Jill also had obtained a good supply of buttplugs that she made some men wear one all day and come to her for release so they could use the toilet. And often she made them use the open holes out in the field while she watched them do their business.

There were no specific prohibitions about sexual behaviour among the staff. Of course, intercourse with inmates was prohibited but the Republic Council had not agreed on whether to regulate the private behaviours of these "gallant girls who are on our frontlines" as the description of the c.o.'s read.

Liz knew that she and Jill would be alone in the dorm for a while so she was not surprised when Jill quietly joined her on her bed and began to rub her knowingly in various sensitive places. Jill's clever fingers insinuated themselves under Liz's black shorts and inside the black panties beneath them which hid Liz's luxuriant black-haired bush. The noncom was getting quite wet under Jill's expert ministrations.

Liz wondered as she felt herself getting ever closer to a Jill-induced orgasm why the PFC was so delicate and skillful in approaching Liz sexually but showed a distinct cruel streak in dealing with the male inmates. For example, Jill had required several of the inmates in her sector to wear the new "cock caps" that had been designed as a punishment device. The c.o. snapped the cap over the glans of the offending inmate and a prong held the cap inside the urethral opening.

The c.o. retained the key to remove the cap, as attempting to pull it off without using the key was likely to inflict serious urethral injury. The men being punished had to ask Jill to unlock the cap each time they needed to urinate and of course, release by orgasm was not attainable while the cap was being worn.

2

Liz started to recollect her earlier days in the organization:

It had taken me some time to adjust to just being a c.o. at the camp. I had been in charge of everything and then the administration at the capital had changed and word came down that I was to revert to my scheduled position.

The new Major was a small woman who had only a few words to say to me. They had moved all of my things out of my large office and I was back sharing a double and had a locker. I figured I had better make the best of it so when she asked to see me, I told her I understood that these changes occur and that I would perform my new job with as much effort as I had always put out. I said I knew she would have her way of doing things and that if she ever wanted anything from me, I would do my best to provide it.


She dismissed me without a further word. I think she was jealous of me. I do have nice auburn hair and a commanding look. Now I was just a guard again, and I shared a room with Jill. This was all right as Jill did not tease me about having been in charge. But our rooms were little better than the prisoners' cells. We had an open sink and toilet and I would wake watching Jill sit on the toilet and pee.

Jill mentioned to me that there was a prisoner who seemed to be eyeing me. I grinned at her and told her we should see what we could do to make it worth his while. I summoned him to me and told him he was slacking off. While I tawsed him, and not that hard, I had my hand down the front of my leather shorts. It felt quite nice getting myself off while I punished him. I could see the enmity in his eyes as I punished him and he could see what I was doing. 

Later, Jill did her thing. She bent over so the top of her underpants rode up over her shorts and I saw him totally fixated on her. Jill is a very attractive blonde but he was focused on that little edge of panty.

"369!" I intoned into my lavaliere microphone. "Come here right now!"

He slowly walked over to me. "You were staring at her," I said, pointing to Jill, who looked up like she had known nothing and glared at him. "What were you staring at?"

He muttered that he was just looking at her and I told him he was getting himself in way deeper by not telling me the truth. I had been watching, of course. "You saw some of her panties, didn't you?" I said sternly.

He sheepishly nodded. Jill stared at him like he was a total pervert which he probably was or he wouldn't have been here. I ordered him to strip from the waist down. He realised it was crazy to resist so he complied. I laughed at the small penis that hung down, he was not even erect.

Then I reached into my tool bag and pulled out a pair of special pink ruffled panties. "You will wear these all day," I told him. "Then you will report to her and ask her to spank you for being so rude as to stare at her panties."

He grimaced and I softly said, "You will learn to do what we say here. Lean over that bench." I took my tawse and stuck it between his cheeks. "Spread those cheeks now." Then I drew it back and hit him right in his anal crack, several times.

I then handed him the panties and watched as he put them on. The other men had gathered and stopped work to watch and I ordered them back to work if they didn't want to end up wearing punishment panties too.

Then I called 369 over and told him that he had better be careful. It was my understanding, I told him, that any man who was disciplined more than three times in a week--we kept records and my punishment of him would be entered in the daily log--would be sent to the new commander for special treatment. I smiled at him and said, "When I was commander, men never learned what that special treatment was until it was...too late. You don't want to be sent there."

3

The prisoner also recalled that initial meeting:

I began to think I would never get used to life in this damned prison camp. It was bad enough having being sent there on some trumped up charges, bad enough having to work away all day long under the supervision of such attractive female guards, but what seemed to make it worse was the seemingly continuous punishment meted out by these sadistic bitches. They almost seemed to go out of their way to manufacture an excuse to crack their straps across my backside. Why they were picking on me, I don't know, but it seemed that at least two of them had it in for me, the auburn haired one, who seemed to take particular delight in having me bent over for a dose of her tawse, and a blonde-haired one, whom I came to understand was called Jill. 

The darker haired bitch had already given me a dose of her strap, allegedly for slacking. I hadn't been, of course, but there was no chance of appeal. We just had to accept whatever these bitches decided to dish out. It was all so unfair. Hell, when I get out of here, I'm really going to pay them back, make them suffer. As it was, however, it was me who was doing the suffering, on a daily basis. Every morning, I wished the Bitch wouldn't be on duty and it was a relief if I found her arrogant face was not on view. All too often, unfortunately, she was there and all too often, it seemed, I was the focus of her attention. 

Then the blonde, Jill, started provoking me by leaning over and showing the top of her panties. Dammit, I couldn't help but look - it's been so long since I've been with a woman, after all and these bitches don't even let us have our own relief: that just gives them another excuse for punishment. So the sight of the underwear got me going again, but not for long. I should have known the Bitch was watching me and even though I stole only a quick glance, she was on me in a flash and had me with my thin cotton trousers down yet again. This time there was the added indignity of having to wear ridiculous pink frilly panties which she produced from her bag. First, though, it was yet another taste of her strap, except this time, I had to spread my legs, while the Bitch whacked me right on my bottom crack. Oh that hurt so much, the sadistic cow. 

While it was still throbbing wildly, she made me put on the ridiculous panties, seeming to enjoy my obvious embarrassment. I looked at her with my darkest glare, but of course, as usual, I could do nothing about it, having to suffer the additional indignity of the attention of the other prisoners. At least if I was being singled out for special treatment, it kept the Bitch off their backs, they would be thinking. 

Now she's got some new evil twist; something about three punishment reports in a week and I'd be sent to the commander for special treatment. My spirits fell even further at that. I didn't know what she meant by "special treatment", but I could be pretty sure it would be no tea party. I had already had two punishments that day, let alone that week, and the way the Bitch kept picking on me, I didn't see there being any prospect of escaping another one. My evident discomfiture at the news only seemed to inflame the Bitch even more as I saw her hand slip down the front of her shorts again. I knew I had no hope.

When Women Rule Ch. 02



I had a bad feeling about 369, the way he stared at me so much and how he fixated on Jill's panty edge that showed above her black uniform shorts. So at the end of the day, I put him down on the list for a "room visit."

The day commander read off all the announcements and at the end announced which prisoners were to report right then for room visits. When 369 heard his name, I saw his face blanch as he slowly walked to the front to comply with the order.

I smiled at him and told him that it had been decided he needed to get to know Jill and myself somewhat better. We didn't want the prisoners to know exactly where our rooms were so I told him he would have to be blindfolded and when he was, we slowly walked him to the guards' dorm and finally he was in our room.

I removed the blindfold and told him the purpose of the room visit was corrective. We felt he had a bad attitude toward us and we would seek to improve it. We told him to lie on his back on the floor and Jill moved a box-like thing towards his head, which had a hole large enough for it to fit. We then strapped him down.

He slowly began to realize that this was a toilet and he was lying face up inside it. Jill went over and outside of his sightline slipped her shorts and panties down and sat on the toilet seat as he gazed up at her lovely quim as her cheeks spread.

Suddenly her face turned bright as I heard the unmistakable sound of her pee stream start and hit him right in the face. She grinned at me as I heard a few other sounds, aside from his screaming, emerge from her, this time from her rear. It was clear she was about to have her daily bowel movement and he would know about it quite directly.

*

How I hated this damned place! It had been bad enough originally, having been sent here on false charges, but things had taken a significant turn for the worse since the arrival of this bitch who seemed to be set on making things as difficult as possible for me. It didn't matter what I did or how well, she would always seem to find some reason for picking on me, humiliating me or punishing me. There was just nothing I could do about it, no mechanism for appeal, it was just all so unfair.

Then a new twist. Since I had kept my head down and my nose clean so far, I had been spared the end of day room visit details, but the bitch, whom I learned was called Liz, changed that. For no reason of which I was aware, there I was, suddenly on a bloody room visit. "It had been decided you needed to get to know Jill and myself somewhat better." the bitch cooed. What the Hell did that mean? Did she want me to get to know them physically, intimately? Well, certain aspects of that scenario could have been quite pleasing, admittedly. The blonde Jill was certainly a looker and, if it were not for her mean, unfair, sadistic streak, I could well have taken to Liz. As it was, however, I suspected something else might be in store other than a ménage à trois.

They blindfolded me, so I wouldn't know where the room was, and when we reached it, my fears were realised. "Corrective" she had said. What now, for heaven's sake? Had they caused me enough misery already? And the bitch had the temerity to talk about MY attitude!

As always, I had no alternative by to comply as they had me lie on the floor, than fixed some kind of box contraption over my head. It had a hole in the top, but I couldn't see much out of it. I could feel them strapping me down, however, and pretty soon, I was bound and helpless. Out of the hole in the top, I could just see what I guessed was the blonde one: or at least her private parts, being lowered onto the opening. As she sat, the light was blocked out and I was unable to see anything more. I wondered if I was supposed to lick her or something, but she was too far above my face for me to reach with my tongue.

Then, suddenly, the purpose of the thing became glaringly obvious. About the same time as I heard an ominous "sssssshhh" noise, I was hit full in the face by a stream of warm liquid. Damn! The cow was pissing on my face! I struggled and twisted, but was held motionless by the straps and quite unable to avoid the stream which seemed to flow never-endingly from her. "Aaaghh!" Nooo! *splutter, splutter* " I tried to yell, but my screams were muffled by both the encasing of the box and by the flood of urine which filled my opened mouth. I had never been so disgusted and degraded. At last it reduced to a trickle and I breathed a sigh of relief. Wait a minute! What's that? "Oh no! NOOOOOO! NNNNNNOOOOOO!" The evil bitch was having a crap, right on my face. I screwed my eyes closed and tightly shut my mouth, trying to hold my breath.

I couldn't believe it, but I started to cry. 

*

As Jill relieved herself over the trapped head of 369, Liz amused herself by going over and unzipping his uniform and pulling down the trousers. She ignored the smell of a man who had not bathed in days and grinned at Jill as the man's penis reacted to Liz's teasing fingers. She rubbed it until it grew quite hard and stuck right up in the air from his body.

Now Liz slipped down her shorts and her panties and slowly lowered herself onto the hard prong sticking up. But she was determined to tease him so she allowed her wet quim to barely envelop the head of the man's cock, no more. She saw him respond to the head entering her warm opening and then plea to be allowed in further.

"Oh. no, naughty boys do not get to stick their things in anywhere they'd like," Liz tut-tutted to 369 as he was dealing with Jill's somewhat soft and messy movement on his face. Liz lowered herself on the head a few more times and then tickled him at the base of his scrotum until she got what she wanted: a little fountain erupted of white semen exploding from his pent-up jets.

"Oh Jill, look at this naughty boy messing himself in front of us. I'm going to strap him down and release his head so he can lick you clean."

*

I was totally lost and confused by the situation. The foul discharge from the blonde bitch was surrounding my head, smearing itself over my face as I twisted and turned my head in a vain effort to avoid it. "Oh, please let me up!" I begged silently to myself still feeling the trickle of my tears.

Then as if that wasn't enough, the other bitch began to lower my cotton work pants and started working on my cock. I couldn't believe it responded as it did. Oh, she was attractive enough -- very attractive, if truth be told -- in fact they both were, but the circumstances were hardly conducive to sexual stimulation. In fact, at that moment, I hated the two of them with a passion. Totally bemused, then, I could only wonder as my cock reacted into total hardness. I might have known, however, that it was just another tormenting ploy by the nasty bitch, as I felt her lower her pussy onto the tip of my erection. I could feel how wet she was, the sadistic cow, obviously turned on again by my suffering. She just stopped there, though, just at the tip. "Oh come on, bitch!" I tried to yell. "Do it if you're going to. Don't tease me like that, dammit!" My prick jerked with the longing for satisfaction.

She lowered herself a fraction more, then rose, then lowered again, still just at the tip. It was driving me wild. Then she tickled her fingers lower down on me and I couldn't hold back any longer. In spite of my best endeavours to avoid it, I shot my load out into the air. Although the pent-up sensation of relief was immense, I had a feeling I was not about to be rewarded for my exhibition. 

*

Now Jill and I were truly enjoying ourselves. I pulled my underpants back up and ran my little strap around his cock. I tightened it, just enough to let him know by the look in my eye that I meant business.

We released him from the box and I told him that he now needed to clean Miss Jill's rear. Jill's movement had been somewhat messy and I almost laughed when I saw all the gooey poop around her rear crack. 

He blanched and resisted. I smiled as I tightened the noose around his cock. He had a feeling of what it would be like if I cut off the blood supply with this ready-made tourniquet. "All right all right" he almost screamed.

I watched as his face made contact with her beautiful filthy rear end and crack. "By the way," I added, "you of course will bring her off with your tongue...and she likes it deep in her asshole."

I took my nail and slowly ran it around the little peehole at the end of his cock, which now had dried semen around it. He really was a sight. 

*

Still it went on. I just couldn't get away from these evil bitches. Fortunately my erection had subsided after my release: I say "fortunately", because next the dark haired sow affixed some kind of strap, or so it felt, around my penis and I guess it would have been pretty painful if my cock had been constricted in a hard state. Fortunately, too, they took that confounded box thing off my head and at least I could see better what was going on, although from the look in Miss Liz's eyes, I was not sure I really wanted to see! She had a strange look which seemed to indicate a combination of sadistic lust. It did not bode well for me though, of that I was in little doubt. Then the worst thing! She said I had to clean the other bitch's backside! No way, José! No on your life, bitch. I was about to voice my protest, when the cow tightened the strap around my cock. Aaaghh! the pain shooting through my sensitive organ had the desired effect and I began to raise my face closer to the lowered behind of the blonde, Jill. Yeeuuuch! I couldn't do this! I'd be sick! I just touched some of the crap on her buttocks and nearly threw up. Dimly I heard the Liz bitch suggesting I had to get Jill off, by sticking my tongue up her asshole! Right inside that filthy crack? I don't think so! Yeeoow! I jerked as the bitch ran her fingernail round the very end of my cock. In spite of it all, I couldn't go on -- wouldn't go on. "Get lost, you evil lesbian bitches!" I yelled in desperation. "There's no way, I'm going to do this. NO WAY! Do you understand? Now let me go at once, or I'll report you to the commander." 

*

"You'll report me to the commander?" Liz laughed incredulously at 369. "Jill, isn't that the funniest thing you've heard in ages?" The two pretty women guards began laughing uproariously.

Then Liz stared into his eyes, with a very scary stare, one that led most men to start to put their hands in front of their private parts. "All right," she said in a very low seriously serious tone, "I'll send you to the commander. And you'll see what happens to men like you."

She took out a form entitled "Report to Commander" and began entering 369's name from his dogtag. Then she had to enter her report: "Prisoner refused to service Guard Jill as directed. Then he demanded to be referred to the commander."

She looked up. "Recommendation: This prisoner has resisted training. The most severe treatment is warranted." Jill smiled as she heard the recommendation and while she unceremoniously wiped herself behind her attractive pudendum with soft tissue.

"Liz, I'll be happy to take that report in for you," Jill piped up.

"Fine, dear, he'll now see what even I had trouble with," Liz replied. "He thinks the commander will be interested in his story."

Moments after Jill left, two huge women appeared in black leather outfits. "369?" one inquired. Liz pointed to him. They took him, one by each arm, and frogmarched him from the room. After they had left, one took out a black rubber circle that had a little point in it. She looked at the naked man and his lack of an erection. "Make that thing hard RIGHT NOW," she ordered. As he responded out of fear, she snapped the black rubber cap on the glans of his penis. It grasped it tightly and he began to understand what seeing the commander might involve as the little point of it probed into the tiny peehole of his penis and he was now feeling just a constant unending pain there. "Linda," one said to the other, "the commander might just order that little thing of his to come off right at the start, don't you think, since it really does look sort of puny. She hates men with nasty ittle cocks."

*

Almost immediately, I began to regret my outburst. It seemed to amuse them that I had suggested bringing the Commander into it and, of course, I should have known better. In spite of the sheer injustice of it all, I should have realised that there was no fairness applying to my miserable lot. Nothing I could do or say would have any influence on the suffering that it pleased these bitches to inflict on me for their own sadistic pleasure at any time. When Liz stared at me in that callous way, informing me I would be sent to the Commandant, it sent a shiver down my spine again. I was about to retract my request, but even just the thought of cleaning the blonde's arse almost made me vomit, so I kept quiet and bit my tongue.

As she read out her recommendation, my fears increased. Still perhaps the Commander would have some sympathy when I told her just what they had meant by "servicing" Jill. As Jill left with the note, a contented mile on her face, I realised the die was cast and could only hope for the best.

Shortly after her departure two big bruisers arrived and I was unceremoniously marched me out of the room. My relief at being away from the clutches of my two tormentors was short-lived as one of them took some kind of rubber cap from her pocket and demanded I became hard. Shit, had she any idea how difficult it is to generate an erection on demand, especially in circumstances like this? I closed my eyes and imagined having Liz and Jill hanging face to face by their thumbs, with me flogging them with a cat-o'-nine tails. Slowly the image did the trick and I felt the desired hardening. The big brute took the cap and stuck it tightly over my cock. Something inside it protruded into the slit at the end and it was damned uncomfortable. Indeed the pain only seemed to increase constantly Her next words almost made my blood run cold, however. I struggled to free myself from their grip, but in my weakened state I was no match for their strength and they continued to frog-march me along. I had no idea what lay in store but I was sure it was something I would regret. Not for the last time, I silently cursed that bitch Liz. 



When Women Rule Ch. 03



The Commandant was wearing her new uniform, red brocade jacket and skirt with appropriate stripes and chevrons. She had burnished auburn hair that she wore long and had a superb figure that the uniform emphasized in all the right places.

369 was brought in by the large women who worked for the Commandant and deposited, nude, on the floor before her. "Hmm," she said with a rather annoyed look as she saw the report from Liz, "I was hoping not to have to deal with her problems for a while." She stared at the two women as she told them that when the previous Commandant at her last post seemed to be having trouble returning to line duty as a guard, she had ordered a clitoredectomy.

"I see that you have capped his member," she added with just a trace of a smile. "Has my predecessor recommended that it be removed?"

One of the women remarked that Liz had only suggested severe treatment. "Very well. She recognizes that this is up to me and I am pleased she has so deferred to my judgment. Stand him up and put that member in the penis holder," she directed.

369 was quickly lifted to his feet and his cock slipped into a plastic holder with prominent markings for length measurement. She looked at him, with a mildly cruel grin: "We do sometimes decide that your punishment is to lose an inch or two of this as she lightly tapped the shaft with her forefinger." 

"But I'm in the mood for a bit of amusement. I'm going to allow you to service Doris here," pointing to the larger of the two fearsome guards. "Doris, remove your shorts and panties and prepare to receive him."

"However..." she went on, "if you fail to bring Doris to orgasm in two minutes, I am likely to have your member"--she tapped the shaft again--"removed."

*

This journey into Hell seemed to be going from bad to worse. Did none of these specimens have any pity on my wretched plight? What's all this talk of cutting my penis off? What for, for heaven's sake? Cutting a BIT of it off, even? I've done nothing wrong. It's all arisen because that bitch Liz seemed to be picking on me for some reason.

I had to concede reluctantly, that this Commandant cut a very striking figure, nonetheless, with her fine features, well sculptured body and the handsome uniform. In other circumstances, her arrogant, haughty demeanour would have caused thoughts to develop in my mind of taking her down a peg or two, putting her in her place. But yet again, I was too much the underdog, too much at the mercy of their cruel system.

Then my prick was put in some kind of plastic holder with markings on it. What was I supposed to do with that? Dimly, I heard the Commandant saying I had to service the larger brute, Doris. Service her, how, for any sake? Was I supposed to stick my cock up her, with this plastic thing on it? How could I even get hard again? Don''t tell me I had to do it some other way. And two minutes? How could I be sure this hulking beast wouldn't pretend NOT to have an orgasm?

"Commandant," I said hesitantly, "Ma'am. Please, I don't understand. But can I just tell you that the guard, Liz, just seems to be picking on me for no reason. I haven't done anything wrong, Ma'am. She even wanted me to lick the shit off the other guard's arse. That's inhumane! Please, Ma'am, these two, Liz and Jill, were saying what a rotten job you were doing and how much better Liz was at being a superior officer." I felt I'd said enough and backed off, waiting for her reaction.

*

Whatever 369 had said, the Commandant was infuriated. In a few moments, guards Liz and Jill were brought before her and from the look on their faces, 369 could see that this was a very serious situation.

The Commandant actually smiled as she said to Liz, "I was quite considerate in not treating you the way many former leaders are in this agency. My reward is your criticism. You understand that the normal penalty for a guard who so misbehaves is removal of her clitoris.I'm afraid we will have to proceed with this procedure."

Jill looked aghast. Before Liz could respond to the terrible sentence, her comrade pleaded, but to save her own clit. 

"You are not a very loyal comrade," the Commandant said. "I shall not order yours removed but I will have your labia sewn so you will not be able to have normal relations, merely leaving a small opening for urination and menstruation."

Then she turned to 369. "I trust you see how you have managed to create disharmony in my organisation. You will now wear the green panties." Then she abruptly left.

Liz and Jill were strapped onto tables for the procedures that would rob one of her clit and sew up the other's vulva. 

"What did that mean?" 369 wondered as one of the large guards showed him green panties and told him to put those on.

Between her crying, Liz told him what would happen. "When you put on the green panties, you will soon be sedated and put to sleep. When you awake, you will have a feminine front and you will have to sit down when you pee."

*

It seemed my ruse was working. The Commandant bought my story about Liz being critical of her and I was glad when she and Jill were brought before their superior. "Good," I thought, "let's hope these bitches really get it. Serves them right." In spite of my overwhelming desire for revenge, even I blanched when I heard their sentence. "Oh, no," I squirmed mentally, "that's so...so...barbaric!"

As they strapped my former tormentors to their tables, I wanted to yell to the Commandant not to go ahead. I had only been making it seem bad, so I could escape what was planned for me, I wanted to shout, but my mouth stuck open and no words would come out.

The dark guard, Liz, told me the green panties they were going to make me wear were a preliminary to my becoming emasculated and feminised! "No! NOOOO! You can't" I tried to yell in protest. "NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOO!" 

"369!" came a dim voice, then "369!" louder and more insistently. "Wake up you lazy good-for-nothing!" I opened my eyes to find Liz standing over me, strap in hand. As realisation sank in, I almost smiled and thanked her, glad to be freed from that horrific nightmare. Thank goodness it had been only a bad dream!

*

I stood over 369 and grinned, "You must have been really imagining quite a scene. From what I heard you screaming in your sleep..." she smiled and told me that the Commandant had ordered that I be required to wear pink ruffled panties and a very short skirt with a training bra for the next week while I worked with the other men.

"I'm afraid you're going to suffer some teasing from the other prisoners," I told him as Jill giggled next to me. "Now here's the ruffled undies for you to put on..."

*

I never thought I'd be pleased to see the guard Liz, but I was then. Only because it relieved me of the terror of the nightmare. Not that things were returning to normal, however. From the hideous extreme of the nightmare scenario, now it seemed we were moving to the bizarre, although I couldn't quite work out what she was meaning or if she was actually talking about me.

It appeared that, through some quaint order from the Commandant, or maybe just at LIz's own instigation or whim, I was going to have to wear frilly knickers, a skirt and bra. She seemed to think that would cause the other prisoners to make fun of me, but I wasn't too concerned about that. They would be more likely to have some sympathy for an unfortunate brother-in-arms, as it were. As I struggled into the stupid clothes, I was just more concerned that Liz and Jill would divert their evil attention elsewhere and that they wouldn't keep picking on me with those damned straps of theirs.

*

Liz looked out over the men working under her supervision. She and Jill continued to keep a close watch on 369, even as he was clad in a short skirt, training bra, and pink ruffled panties. The other men just steered clear of him instead of teasing him or worse.

Liz called another man aside, one of the veterans and asked him why they weren't bothering 369. "Oh, heck, Ma'am," he said with great respect, "no one wants to attract the kind of attention he gets. We respect your strap, Ma'am."

Liz liked that and thanked him for his honesty. She called 369 over. "Lift your skirt for inspection, 369," she said curtly as she pulled her strap from her waistbelt. Jill came over with a grin and pulled down 369's ruffled panties.

The two attractive guards bent over to examine the panty crotch. "Looks like he left some skidmarks," Jill said loudly to both embarrass and humiliate 369 as well as to scare him. "I think this calls for some penis punishment," Liz responded coolly. "No," Jill surprisingly countered, "he made those marks with his other hole. We need to focus on that."

*

I felt a bit silly, working away in the field with the stupid girl's clothing, but if it kept those two bitches happy, I wasn't going to complain. At least I didn't have to suffer their unfair use of those damned straps while they were otherwise amused. As I suspected, the other prisoners didn't make too much fun of me, since my predicament was still keeping the guards otherwise occupied and leaving the other prisoners in relative peace.

Needless to say, it didn't last long and I heard the bitch Liz calling me over. "What now?" I thought, knowing full well that having done nothing wrong did not exempt me from their evil attention. I had to lift my skirt and as I did so, I noticed Liz taking her strap from her belt again. "Oh no! Don't tell me she's going to use it already? And for what imaginary offence this time?" I wondered. I was a little surprised when the blonde bitch came over and pulled down the ridiculous panties. "Skid marks?" What the hell is she talking about? Oh, no! I don't believe it. How can they mean THAT? Now the bitch wants to have a go at my cock. Damn her. Who does she think she is, continually picking on me like that? Wait a minute, Blondie has another idea. My backside? What on earth does she want to do now? I couldn't help a little shiver running down my spine.

*

Liz smiled and flipped her auburn hair at Jill's suggestion. "Yes, Jill, that is quite appropriate for a man...i mean, boy, who can't keep himself clean back there," I said.

Jill was about to use her strap on his bumhole when I intervened. "Jill," I suggested, "I have this new bunch of stinging nettles. Put on your gloves and you can rub these between his naughty cheeks."

Jill grinned and said, "Liz, you really are so clever." She went to the cupboard, put on her gloves and took a branch of the nettles and began to rub it on his cheeks and then between them, irritating his bumhole. Then, to my surprise, she ran the nettles right through his crotch and used them, yes, on his member...

*

Obviously I was in trouble again and flinched, tensing myself for another unfair dose of the bitch's tawse. It didn't come, however, and the reason soon became apparent when Liz, damn her, made the suggestion that instead of her strap, Blondie would use stinging nettles. I couldn't believe it! I had heard of their use for such a purpose, but couldn't imagine what the sensation would be like. My trembling continued, as Jill accepted the offered bunch in her gloved hand and began to rub it all over my backside, at first on my buttocks, then in between. It was bad enough on my cheeks, with the fiery sting suffusing over the surface, but when she drew them through the crack and across my hole, I thought I would pass out with the intensity of the burning sting. But the fiend was not finished at that! In spite of my pleading a sobbing, she continued to work the infernal plants right onto my cock and scrotum. I nearly died, not just with the intense burning pain, but also with the thought of what the end result might be on my private parts. Oh how I cursed these evil bitches and the power they had over me. "Please," I wailed, "please stop! Please leave me alone." I hated myself for pleading like that but I felt I would do anything to escape their clutches.

*

Liz was laughing at the obvious pain 369 was experiencing from Jill's use of the nettles on his private parts. She saw how he was flinching and almost crying and she started to feel sorry for this man whom they had treated so badly.

"Jill, I think he's had more than enough," I said to her and she let the nettles go and told him to pull up his panties and get back to work.

Then Jill and I had our lunch break and went back to our room. I stripped down and lounged on my bed in the altogether. Jill came over and began licking my wet split. Then I had an idea. I put out an announcement on the PA that 369 was to report to our room immediately.

He knocked on the door and just saw us both under the bed covers as he entered. I told him to strip and he looked fearful as if I would pull my tawse out. Instead I told him that we all needed a break and that I would put him back in regular clothes and give him time off if he satisfied both of us. He looked weird and asked what I meant. I told him we both wanted to fuck and right now.

*

The experience with the nettles was one I never wanted to repeat. My dark feelings for the Liz bitch were now being rivalled by those for her Blonde colleague. I bit my lip to prevent crying out and pleading any more, but I could do nothing to stop the tears in my eyes. Almost unbelievably, it was my tormentor-in-chief, LIz, who called a halt. I was even a little grateful to her, although the stinging sensation still carried on as the acid from the nettles continued to burn all over the fiery rash which had been left.

I was even grateful to pull up the ridiculous panties and get back to work, even though I had to walk a little gingerly. I might have known the respite wouldn't last long, however, and when I heard the announcement that I had to report to their room, my spirits sank again, What fiendish torment did they have in mind this time? I had no alternative, of course, but to carry out the instruction and it was with more than a little trepidation that I knocked on their door and entered the room at their command.

To my initial surprise, I found them together under the bed clothes, but then I thought that perhaps this confirmed my suspicions that they were just a couple of perverted lesbians anyway. Liz told me to strip and I could sense another dose of the tawse coming my way. I didn't know if it would be better or worse that it was to be in private, but whatever, I wasn't going to enjoy it. Then another surprise: I could hardly believe Liz's words when she informed me I could go back to normal clothes and have some time off! Is this true? Wait a minute! What was that she was saying? Satisfy them both? Oh no! What does she mean now? "Er, em, what do you mean, Ma'am?" I asked. Again I was astounded at the reply. Fuck them? Both? Wow! In other circumstances a man would have died for such an invitation, but these two had made my life hell. How could I summon up the enthusiasm?

It didn't take long, however, for me to realise that, as usual, there was no alternative, so I slowly stripped off the silly female attire and made my way, naked, to the bed. I climbed in, over Jill, and lay between the two. I tried desperately to block out of my mind our relative status and to imagine this was a kind of ménage à trois that dreams were made of. Almost reluctantly, I had to concede that the nearness and touch of two beautiful, naked female bodies was an immense turn-on and as I roamed my hands over both sets of breasts, I could feel my arousal becoming ever harder teh discomfort from the nettles now mercifully receding. I didn't presume to attempt to kiss either of them, although I felt bold enough to let my lips stray onto their nipples, enjoying the evident response from each. As confidence grew, I let my hands move from their breasts and meander slowly downwards, until I had one hand on each private area. As my fingers explored, I sensed their own moist arousal, and then stopped as I realised another decision had to be made. Which one first? I reasoned that, as Liz appeared to take the lead role, I should keep her for second, on the assumption that I was to be allowed to cum, and that it should be more appropriately she who received it. 

Warming again to the task, I moved over on top of Jill and gently inserted my now fully rigid member. Although it felt heavenly, after having had to be without it for so long, I was conscious of Liz lying beside us and I hoped that this was still her intention. 

*

I was perfectly happy to let him satisfy Jill and then when he moved over and lay down on his back, I carefully mounted him and enjoyed the ability to move myself up and down on his nice hard prong. It had been far too long since I had been in this most comfortable of positions.

Then as I felt we both were about to have a delightful powerful cum together, the door opened and there stood my nemesis, the Commandant, dressed in her full braided uniform, complete with seamed stockings and pumps.

"Well, well, what have we here?" she asked mockingly. "All of you three, stand up at attention!"

We clambered quickly out of bed and I knew enough not to defy her in the slightest.

She smiled sweetly at 369 as she offhandedly remarked, "I hope you enjoyed that because it will be the last time you get to use that thing."

Then she looked at Jill and me. She told Jill to put her uniform on and leave. She stared at me and said I had been a disruptive influence since she had taken over. This incident had convinced her, she said, that it was definitely time for her to have my clit removed for good.

"But first," she said, turning to her aide, the huge amazon Katrina, "use your tawse on the two of them. Two hundred hard strokes each. The last fifty will be between their legs."



When Women Rule Ch. 04



Chapter 04: Terror Ends and Romance Follows

For Alan, who stuck with this for me

*

For the first time in I didn't know how long, I began to relax and even perhaps to have some normal feelings towards these two, who had been responsible for so much of my torment. I could feel the lust building in me as I continued to ride Jill and I had to strive to contain it lest I came too soon. It could be disastrous if I didn't remain fully erect until I was inside Liz. Jill seemed to take some working up until at last, I sensed her orgasm flood over her and I was able to withdraw.

Not surprisingly, Liz chose to exercise a dominant role and had me lying on my back while she rode me. Not that I was complaining, mind you, with that exquisite form bouncing and writhing in front of my eyes I reached up to clasp her full breasts and was relieved she accepted my touch. It surely wouldn't be long before I was driven past the point of no return.

Then, more disaster! Just as it seemed another one or two thrusts would do the trick, the door burst open to admit the Commandant, resplendent in her striking uniform and accompanied by her big butch lackey At a glance, she took in the scene ad her look made my blood run cold. At her command, we jumped out of bed and stood, all three of us, at attention. She looked at my reducing cock and her words sent a shiver down my back. "Last time...that thing.." What did she mean? For a horrible moment, my mind cast back, ...but...no..that had been a nightmare...it couldn't really happen.

For some reason, Jill was allowed to dress and leave. I am sure she was relieved and she hurriedly threw on her clothes and scuttled out of the room, leaving just myself and my former arch tormentor, Liz. It seemed we were now united in our fate, however; although it was of no comfort when the Commandant uttered her next chilling sentence about removing Liz's clit. What the hell kind of barbaric place had this become?

But the fiend wasn't finished yet. She ordered the huge bitch of an assistant to give us each 200 strokes of the tawse! 200? I don't think so! And the last fifty between our legs? No way! There had been times, I confess, when I had wished to do just that to Liz when she had been picking on me with her own strap, but the ten or twelve strokes she had administered then would have been a mere flea bite compared to 200. Especially from a brute like this Katrina. I watched in trepidation as Liz was bent over and the Amazon took up her position. The "whaaaccck" across her buttocks sounded awful, even to me and I couldn't help feeling pity for her as the second stroke cracked home. It took only about six strokes on her behind before I cracked and, hoping Liz would follow my lead, I leapt at the Amazon and slammed my fist against her jaw....

*

As Katrina was whipping me, I looked up and saw 369 take a poke at her jaw. She snapped her other arm at him and dropped him like a fly. The Commandant looked over at his body lying there in a daze and chuckled as Katrina continued to give me the horrid 200. Then the Commandant smiled and told me to spread my legs for 25 strokes "in between"--I blanched but complied.

Katrina seemed to gaze at my hairy puss as she laid in 25 excruciating strokes on my exposed vulva. It was the worst ever and I figured I'd never want to fuck again or even pee without pain.

Finally the Commandant told her to stop after the 25 and I was basically non compos squalling like a baby.

369 had come back to life and the Commandant stared at him and told him that for trying to hit Katrina he would be allowed to watch me have sex with him, well, she said, not actually with him...with his penis after it was removed from him.

*

Liz awoke and thought how incredible this dream had been. First, to imagine that she and Jill were having sex with that prisoner, 369. Andthen...she stopped herself from thinking about how the Commandant had been threatening her and 369...

She arose, had her ablutions, was delighted to find that she had her morning pee with no pain whatsoever, and began to get dressed. She picked out an especially frivolous pair of blue and red flowered underpants to wear under her severe black uniform shorts and then found a matching bra to wear under her white starched blouse. Guards had the option of wearing seamed stockings or hose and Liz wished she could wear stilettos today instead of the regulation boots.

Finally after a light breakfast she was ready for work and had gotten all of that night out of her mind. She began supervising the morning work detail and saw that 369 was staring at her. She quietly smiled at him and called him over. "Really, now," she said in a calm even tone, "I'm not trying to get you in trouble...but," and here she hesitated with almost a girlish restraint, "is there some reason that you always seem to be staring at me?"

*

There appeared to have been a somewhat strange atmosphere in the prison camp, with the guards being oddly distracted. On the next morning, however, it seemed we were back in the old routine and as I set about my work, I kept my head down, hoping to keep out of trouble. 

First of all, of course, I was hoping that the evil witch, Liz, would not be on duty. It seemed my only chance of escaping a regular thrashing was if she was off duty. My heart sank as I caught sight of her out of the corner of my eye. Damn! The bitch was attractive, though, and looking her best that morning. Try as I might, I couldn't resist the occasional glance over in her direction. In spite of her treatment of me, she seemed to have some sort of magnetism, which kept attracting me to her. Damn her! Damn her!

It didn't take long before she started again, calling me over. Although she talked in an even, almost friendly, voice, I couldn't help feeling there was something sinister afoot again, but when she asked why I had been looking at her, I didn't know quite what to say. "Please, Ma'am," I stuttered, "I wasn't really staring at you, but you are so...so...attractive." I hoped the compliment would spare my backside this time.

*

I figured I'd surprise him by smiling at his obvious compliment. I know how good-looking I am. But it never hurts a girl to hear a guy tell her that.

I told him that I was going to do something for him although I wasn't sure why. I said he'd be relieved from doing the heavy field work for a while. Then I said that he should just follow me.

We went into my apartment, the one I share with Jill. I told him that we were able to use prisoners to clean our places and things and that if he wanted to, he could spend the whole morning here relaxing. All he had to do, I said, was to wash the pile of lingerie that Jill and I had accumulated.

I pointed to the pile of panties and bras and stockings and hose and said I assumed he wouldn't find that too difficult a task. Then I whispered in his ear that I thought he was cute and that I hoped he realized that this was a favor and if he appreciated it, he should show me and there might be more of them later.

Then I smiled widely and left him there with our unmentionables.

*

This place never ceased to surprise me. Having had to endure so much of Liz's torment, being picked on for no apparent reason and subjected to her damned strap, all of a sudden there seemed to be a change of attitude. She seemed to be becoming almost friendly, even that she was going to do something "for" me, as opposed "to" me. As she bade me follow her, I still had a sense of suspicion, but at least I was to be spared the tedious, and hard, work in the fields. It was with some trepidation, therefore, that I walked behind her. In spite of my anxiety, I couldn't help admiring her superb form as she moved ahead of me. What a pity our roles were as they were! 

Hopeful that there may indeed have been a change of heart, I listened as Liz explained they had a discretionary use of prisoners to carry out some domestic duties and that she was allowing me that privilege. It certainly had some appeal to be able to spend time taking it a bit more easily in their apartment. I wasn't sure how the blonde one would fit in to this, but at that moment, the prospect of spending time there was immensely appealing. Even, I thought, if it did mean doing some washing for them. I suppose I was glad my fellow prisoners wouldn't see me, and certainly my mates back home: they would have ridiculed me for sure if they had known I was washing women's underclothes, but to tell the truth, at that particular time, it had great appeal.

I looked at the pile of intimate garments and almost relished the prospect of getting my hands on them. Having been without close female company for so long, the thought was almost arousing, especially as Liz whispered that she thought I was cute and hinted that there might be more favours in the offing, perhaps even more personal ones, if I caught her drift correctly.

After she had gone, I ran some hot water, found some detergent and began sifting through the pile. It was almost sensual to touch those feminine pieces of clothing and I could even feel myself becoming a little aroused at the thought that these panties had been so close to that special part of Liz's anatomy. I couldn't tell which articles belonged to which guard of course, but as I fingered them, I preferred to imagine that they were Liz's. 

Eventually, the whole pile of soiled clothing was washed, rinsed and set out to dry on the clothing rack. I wondered what to do next, but Liz had indicated I should be able to relax, so, taking her at her word, I lay down on the bed and before long had drifted into a pleasant sleep, with intimate thoughts of Liz floating round my head.

*

For a change, I had drifted off into the most relaxed sleep I had been able to enjoy for what seemed ages. She may have tormented me unreasonably, but Liz was still a very attractive and in other circumstances, desirable, woman and even in the somewhat minimal surroundings of her and Jill's room, there was a sense of femininity which was comforting.

I was awoken by her baton prodding the sole of my foot and I was not sure whether to be pleased or unhappy. I had been enjoying the rest, but something about her manner seemed to indicate that more pleasure might still be in store. This seemed to be confirmed as I watched her strip off her uniform, treating me to the arousing spectacle of her superb body coming more and more into view as each item was slowly removed. I was almost trembling as she finally appeared naked and as she bade me follow her to the shower, I could only hope that this was not some cruel trick. 

I eagerly did as she asked and could hardly hold the soap as she asked me to lather her body in the shower. The fragrance of the soap added to the sensuality of the situation and the smoothness of her flesh was accentuated by the warm water which ran over her. As she moved my hands into and around her most intimate areas, I could feel myself becoming more and more aroused, and towelling her dry only added to the sensation. When she indicated that we should take things further, I was immediately ready, putting all previous negative thoughts about her firmly out of my mind. I quickly removed my clothes, which I had only partially managed to keep dry, and eagerly moved into position on the bed, between her legs. As she parted them, I leant forward, relishing the dusky woman scent now beginning to emanate to mingle with the soap's scented freshness. Fortunately, she had locked the door so we were to be totally on our own and I now had little doubt that this was a situation to be enjoyed rather than feared. Even her "throw-away" comment about Jill's panties did little to affect my enthusiasm and as I leant forward further, to bring my lips almost into contact with her pussy, I could feel the lust rising excitingly in me. I began to kiss gently, all along the lips, before extending my tongue and licking the same area with it, sensing the aroma of her own arousal becoming stronger as I did so. As my searching tongue began to probe inside, an errant thought ran through my mind. I had heard of how some males had strong subservient desires towards powerful women: now I could almost imagine how they felt. 

*

I found myself feeling quite delighted indeed with 369's attentions to my quim. As I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, I began to feel that old feeling, the one I often tried to keep down, but it was the one that wanted a big hard one deep inside me and to stay there, gently thrusting and pleasuring me, for a indefinite time.

So after he had warmed me excruciatingly with his tongue, I spread my legs further and told him he needed to get inside me but to restrain himself so we could be together for a nice while without him shooting off in there and getting all small too quickly.

He felt good inside me and I clamped my tight inner muscles on him and knew he would have a hard time not shooting off too quickly but I was going to enjoy this since I had not had a man inside me for quite some time.

We did enjoy it for quite a time--I lost track entirely but I did not have a shift until the next day. He surprised me with his staying power and his gentleness--it brought out some tender feelings I thought I had lost on this job.

When we were finished, he took me into the shower again and carefully washed me, especially down in my bush and quim and I felt so clean and happy. I then showed him the paper that I had. It was a furlough for him, but he would be off with me as his guardian. We would be living together for two weeks at a location to be decided by me. I would be totally in charge of him but we would be out of this horrible place. I showed him the form. There was a place for me to make an entry each day on his behavior. I told him he had better be ready to do what I wanted or I would have to enter a failing mark for his behavior. I grinned. I was going to enjoy being away from here and especially sharing a room with him.

* As I lay in intimate oral contact with Liz, I couldn't help reflecting on the recent turmoil of my life. My sentence in this awful place which had been made all the worse by the unjustified torment from Liz, mainly, and also the blonde guard, Jill. Then the series of terrible nightmares which had almost driven me out of my mind. And now, not only a release from my daily labours in the fields, but also an apparent volte-face from my guard, resulting in my lying pleasuring her in private, in her room. She might still be in charge, but it was a much more acceptable way of serving my sentence, that was for sure.

Even though the concentration was on her pleasure, there was an undeniable sexual charge that I could feel as I worked away assiduously with my tongue. I could sense her growing response and that added to my sense of satisfaction. Eventually, as I sucked harder on her engorged clitoris, she bade me enter her properly. I needed no second telling, now being in full arousal myself. With her being fully moist and ready, I slipped in easily, but was careful not to push ahead too ardently. I had no desire for this to be over too quickly and neither, it seemed, did she I loved the smell of her freshly soaped body as I eased myself in and out ever so slowly and gently I left the tip of my penis just at her entrance and raised myself on my arms, so that the only contact was between the tip of my cock and her clit, and I just held it there for a minute or so to prolong the sensation. I lowered myself again, entering her fully, and felt emboldened to kiss her stiffened nipples. My arms reached round behind her and I pulled her close, just lying motionless, our bodies united.

At one point, I even began to take control, turning her round so that I could enter her pussy from behind and cup her full breasts in my eager hands. Then we were back in the original position and I even surprised myself at my resistance to orgasm. Oh, it was here all right, just below the surface, ready to burst at almost any moment, but I managed to find the self-control to hold it back until she was ready. When the time came, the explosion of lust gave a release of the highest order, and I lay on her superb body, quite drained

I was happy enough to follow Liz to the shower again and to attend to her private parts once more. "I could get to like this place after all," I thought to myself.

Then Liz indicated that we could have some time away together! Was I hearing things? Two weeks away from this place, just her and me? I didn't know how that could come about, but frankly, I didn't care. "That sounds great! I enthused, then added "Ma'am" just to be sure, in case I was caught off guard somehow, or it was some devious trick. Even though there was sting in the tail, to the extent that she was still to be monitoring my behaviour, I suspect my bashful grin betrayed my current feelings. 



When Women Rule Ch. 05



We arrived at my old apartment, the one I've managed to keep despite my service for the state that keeps me at the camp most of the time. I've thought about leaving government service since as a former commander I could already get a good pension.

I looked at 369 in his street clothes. They looked a bit faded but I looked the look of him and I thought about how nicely he had made love to me back in my room. We explored the apartment and I showed him my bedroom and told him that as long as he behaved, he could stay in there with me.

Then I looked into his eyes and grinned. I told him I pretty much could control what happened to him. If he pleased me, I could probably keep him out of there for the rest of his sentence and if he really behaved well, I could probably arrange for his sentence to be commuted.

I wanted to see if he would stay the course. I stared at him sternly and told him I would have to punish him now to establish some discipline here so he would know what might happen if he misbehaved. I liked him and did not want to have to send him back so I told him that this was to make him remember that he had to do what he was told to do.

Then I ordered him to lower his trousers and his shorts and lie across the edge of the bed. I took my thin cane and told him he would get six of the best. "You know that I once was a teacher," I said. "I found that the cane really gets to the bottom of problems. After I finish giving you the strokes, you may pull up your shorts and trousers but first you will come over here then and kiss me under my skirt either over my panties or more deeply should I not be wearing any."

* Things were certainly looking up. True to her word, Liz arranged the leave and we set off from the horrid camp setting to spend some time in what turned out to be her old apartment. It was well appointed and comfortable and, with what I believed Liz had in mind, I should have been looking forward to a great change in circumstances, given the recent experience in her room at the camp. In the main, I was looking forward to it, yet there was an annoying niggle at the back of my mind which I tried to suppress. Even when Liz hinted that a satisfactory performance on my part might lead to my remaining there and even to a commuted sentence, I was not totally at ease. She appeared to like me, but it was perhaps the continuing power she had over me which I still found a little disquieting. However, the thought of her naked body and the lovemaking made a huge difference. What warm-blooded male could male could fail to be excited by that?

Then it became a bit clearer: she was going to punish me! I guess that's what had been troubling me. In spite of all her attractiveness, she was still a sadistic bitch who would get her perverted kicks from making me suffer. And yet again, I had done nothing wrong. I hesitated as I thought about the implications of the whole scene, but quickly I reckoned that whatever she did here, it was infinitely preferable to being under the discipline of the prison camp. Six of the best? Yes, how teacherish, but I was ready to comply. In fact truth to tell, in spite of my misgivings, I was beginning to develop a different attitude towards the situation. There was something vaguely appealing about being at the mercy of this beautiful woman who controlled my destiny. I slipped down my trousers and shorts and lay tentatively across the edge of the bed, thankful that the position would hide any obvious signs of arousal. I gritted my teeth and tried to concentrate on what would soon be going on under her skirt. I rather hoped she had no panties on!

* I smiled at 369 as we lounged in the pleasant sitting room of my old flat together. "This could work out well if you want it to," I told him with a grin. "I know you are a little afraid of me and probably hate my guts, but I am a good lay, aren't I?" I laughed.

"For the next two weeks I can do anything I want with you," she went on, "I would prefer to make love and have fun as much as possible. I hope you realise why you were sent to that camp anyway. Your wife turned you in, you must have pissed her off and now, a woman's word is law in this country."

"Understand that I do have a strong dominant streak. That's why they made me the commander there," I explained. "I lost that job because of a stupid argument with the Deputy Commissioner. But I still have friends in high places. Stick with me and you'll be my PA in a nice situation. And you know that men can't be any more than PAs anymore."

"I need to learn about you. I've sent for your dossier. But tell me your real name," Liz asked. "My only rule for us will be that I expect to be welcomed when I come back here. You will stay in this flat unless we go out together. When I arrive, I want to be held and kissed and then I want you under my skirt. If I have knicks on, kiss me over them. If I don't...show me how happy you are that I'm back."

*

I listened, slightly bemused, as Liz talked and talked. Certainly, there was some appeal in what she said. Who in their right mind would not prefer living in this comfortable apartment with such an attractive woman giving ample opportunity for superb, uninhibited sex? All the more so when the alternative was a sentence of labour in the prison camp, with the constant threat of corporal punishment.

It was true that she was extremely sexy and attractive but she was also correct in suggesting that I was not yet entirely comfortable in her presence. Too many recent memories of unfair meetings with her strap to allow me to be totally at ease. 

At the back of it all, however, was this confounded New Order, which conferred an official superiority on women. It was that which had resulted in my being sentenced, as LIz correctly surmised, and in fact, I still could not see myself coming to terms with it. There was no option at the moment, of course, so I had to take the sensible option and make the best of it.

I heard her confirming her dominant streak and again a shiver ran down my spine at the thought I was to be totally in her power, under her control, at her mercy. Still, if I continued to please her, perhaps her connections would indeed be effective and things could still work out OK. If I did have to accept the New Order, then there could be little wrong with being PA to someone like Liz and enjoying her presence and her favours.

"Thank you, Ma'am," I said, with as much genuine enthusiasm as I could muster. It grated slightly to call her "Ma'am", but I reckoned discretion was the better part of valour at this stage unless and until I was given leave to call her anything less formal. "My name is...is...Alan...Alan Hardman, Ma'am," I offered, somewhat tentatively. "As for welcoming you, I wonder, Ma'am, if I might just demonstrate?" Without waiting for her reply, I dropped to my knees and lifted the hem of her skirt over my head. I reached up in the darkness and clasped her buttocks in my hands, pulling her closer to my face. At first I thought she was naked beneath the skirt, but then I realised that she was wearing the tiniest thong. I felt the sheer fabric against my cheek as I nuzzled against her intimate areas, nibbling, licking and kissing, savouring the aroma of arousal as I did so. I looked forward to the times when she would be wearing nothing at all under her skirt. 

*

"Alan," I said with a slight break in my voice occasioned by his tongue on my clit beneath the thin thong I had on, "this is very nice."

We sat down and he took me in his arms which I had not had done in a long time and I really felt good and more like a woman. "Alan, when we are together like this, you will please call me Liz," I said with a smile. "If there are other women present, you will have to use Ma'am," she said with a frown. "And if you are being punished, you will call me Miss Lizzie."

"I am working on organizing my life so I needn't return to that guard's job," I told him. "I know a lot of important people and I should be able to get a far better posting now. You can be my PA. It will probably take about four months for me to get a final order cut placing you with me and terminating your sentence at the camp."

"I am going to trust you with quite a few things around here," I went on. "You will organise all my papers, including my correspondence. This will include some very personal letters from both men and women," I blushed. "But you will keep everything you see or hear to yourself. That includes Jill, should she call or come by. You are now working for me."

I looked him in the eye. "Alan, I think this will be a good thing for both of us. Don't mess it up. You don't want to go back there, do you?" 

*

As I became reconciled to the new circumstances, I found it easier to accept them than I would have believed previously. I put to the back of my mind the torment that had been mine when Liz had seemed to be picking on me so unfairly at the prison camp, and I had to concede that, if being under her control meant performing oral service on her, I could readily accept my lot. 

It was even more comforting when we lay together, something which for me, too, was almost a distant memory. I could feel myself almost visibly relaxing. I was pleased that I could call her Liz when we were together and could not foresee a problem with calling her Ma'am in company I might grate a bit at first, bit I reckoned I would get used to it and there would be plenty to compensate. 

I was a little more anxious, however, about calling her Miss Lizzie. Not that there was any real problem with the words. No, it was more with the indication that I might still be punished. Still, I had absolutely no desire to go back to that infernal prison, so I reckoned that I would have plenty of incentive to keep out of trouble and avoid punishment. Having said that, now that our roles had become somewhat less distant and formal, I had a sneaking suspicion that punishment might not be just so unappealing as it had been before.

My duties did not appear too onerous, either. Indeed it might be quite amusing to have to deal with correspondence which Liz hinted might be of a somewhat "personal" nature. Yes, interesting indeed to look forward to. And at least there wouldn't be the potential complication of interference from the blonde bitch, Jill, from the camp.

"Liz", I said, earnestly, "thank you." I couldn't think of anything else appropriate at that stage so instead, I held her tighter and kissed her full on the lips. "I won't mess up. Let me show you how grateful I am." As I pulled her to the floor, my hands felt for her breasts.....

*

He was so sweet in telling me he wouldn't mess up. And I didn't even mind his show of male aggression as he reached for my breasts. After all, I'm quite proud of them. 

Instead of getting angry, I let my quim do my thinking and my quim was growing wetter and hotter as he held me and began to play with my nipples. I lay back on the bed and let him hold me and as he began to go under my skirt, I stopped, unzipped it and lay back. There I was with my big bush staring at him beneath the tiny thong.

"Are you hard enough, Mr Alan Hardman," I giggled, "to slip off my little piece of butt floss there and show me how hard that thing can be...inside me? I'm quite wet, you'll see."

As we fucked joyously after that, I began to play. I squeezed him deeply inside me with my strong muscles in there and I grinned as I let my nails run across his bare back and chest. "I suppose the letter I found from your wife was a bit different from my experience. She said you were not hard very often and that was one reason she had you committed to improvement camp," I grinned. "Maybe you should tell me about her," I went on, "all about her. But while you do," I added with a smile, "bring that lovely thing out where I can see it and fuck my tits."



When Women Rule Ch. 06



 You will gain a better feeling for the two principal characters--whose narratives shift back and forth throughout each chapter of this series--if you read the earlier chapters first. But each chapter can stand on its own as a story.

All my negative thoughts evaporated as I became more and more aroused at the intimate closeness. I suppose I had been taking a bit of a risk in touching her without invitation, but from her reactions, it became clear that she too was enjoying the experience. I loved how her nipples hardened under my teasing. I was tempted to squeeze them, but held off, just in case that might be pushing things too far, or pulling things too far perhaps!

As arousal grew, so did my desire for her and my hands soon strayed lower, pushing under her skirt. Almost as though confirming her own desire, she loosened the garment and it was removed to display her womanly charms, guarded only by the tiny thong. At her invitation, I soon had it, too, removed and was quickly poised with the head of my hardened erection nestling at the entrance to her sex. A small thrust brought evidence that she was wet now, very wet in fact, if the ease of penetration was anything to go by.

I slid easily inside and began the slow rhythmic cadence which was designed to build her up gradually. I could hardly believe it when she responded by gripping my cock with her interior muscles. The sensation almost had me exploding, but I managed to regain control and resumed the slow action. As her excitement grew, she ran her nails across my flesh and my own arousal increased another notch. I just loved the feel of a lady's well developed nails, being drawn gently across my skin.

Almost in a haze, I heard her speaking again. Almost automatically now, I obeyed her instructions, although it was with some reluctance I withdrew from her pussy. However, placing my cock between her full tits was an adequate alternative and it felt so good when she squeezed then together round my enveloped member. Idly, I wondered if she would ever let me put it in her mouth, something my wife always frowned on. So I told Liz that. I told her how there was an incompatibility in the bedroom, although I had to concede that part of it may have been due to my somewhat dominant nature, another no go area for my wife. In fact, I had not seen this letter Liz mentioned, but it was not difficult to imagine it to be a tissue of lies, aimed at getting me out of the way, no doubt to make room for some younger stud.

"Anyway," Liz, I concluded, "as you can see, I have no difficulty with you -- no difficulty at all." Just for confirmation, I eased my erection from between her breasts and let it stand throbbingly hard, before her gaze.

*

"Please, Alan, don't just stand there with that; put it inside me where it can do some good!" I exclaimed as I truly was enjoying my time with him. His work at the camp seemed to have shaped him up, made his muscles stand out and made him well equipped to attend to my needs.

As his prong plunged back into my wet quim and molten insides, I began to have a glorious long cum that went on and doubled and redoubled. I whispered to him that I would love it if he spurted in there on one of my up charges which he could feel as my inner vadge vibrated in rhythm.

When we were spent and finished, we lay together there, side by side, his head on my chest, and I realised I had made the right decision. Had I left him there, he might have ended up in real trouble at that camp. Especially since his wife's letter had put him in the watch-book of suspected bad behavers.

As we dressed, he was nice enough to hand me fresh lingerie and watched as I put it on. I reached over and teased the head of his cock and enjoyed seeing it could still respond and grow. I told him he would have to learn to be subservient to me in public and that any sign of male behaviour could land us both in trouble. I even noted that from time to time he might expect to be punished in front of my friends or even in public. It is part of our society now, I explained.

From now on, I explained he would wear plain white cotton panties as his underwear. He would be responsible for washing my bras and panties, I told him. And I grinned as I told him he was free to sniff them. It was necessary for me to file a report on his behaviour each week, with grades, and he would have to request my permission each time he needed to use the toilet. I told him to try to do that at home because otherwise he would be subject to the matron's authority over men in public coneveniences. 

Then I turned and hugged him and kissed him deeply and told him I really had enjoyed what we did and hoped we'd become even closer.

*

I needed no second telling to get back inside her and eagerly took up position again, my thrusting erection slipping easily once more inside her well lubricated cavity. I let the upper surface of my cock rub insistently against her inner hot spots and could soon sense her riding on the crest of a long, sensuous wave of pleasure. I was soon in synch with her internal movements and when she asked me to cum to coincide with her upbeat, I was able to accommodate her wishes with ease. In fact, the height of her arousal was translating itself to my own excitement and when I did eventually let go, I exploded with an intensity I had not experienced for many a year. It seemed to shake my whole body, and tingled down to my very toes.

"Perhaps life isn't so bad after all," I thought, as I lay, weak and spent, with my head on her soft chest. "What an orgasm!" I wondered if I should tell her just how good it had been, but thought it better not to say anything just yet, until I was a bit surer of my ground.

Eventually, and reluctantly for me, we had to get up and dress. I wondered if it would be appropriate to my new role if I was to help Liz at all opportunities, so I fetched her lovely lingerie and handed it to her, item by item. It was even stimulating to watch her covering up her charms with the feminine garments and I could even feel a fresh stirring down below as I surveyed her. Then when she reached over and touched me, I swore it almost came to life again. What a woman! I could sense a change in my attitude towards her and for some reason, the prospect of being submissive to her didn't seem quite so bad any more.

She confirmed that I would have to be subservient to her in public, however, and that was a different prospect from doing so in private. Yet I realised it was only a reflection of the New Order and that, if all males now had to be submissive to women, no doubt most would envy me my position with Liz. "No, I understand, Liz. And don't worry: I'll do my best to make this work" 

Wearing the panties would not bother me any more, in fact, in a perverse way, I might even enjoy it. Washing her smalls, too, almost seemed a logical inclusion in my duties, whether or not I took advantage of her permission to sniff them! As Liz explained some other implications of my status, I could only nod in acquiescence, having no inclination to argue. Having to ask to go to the bathroom was a bit degrading, but I kept telling myself it could be a lot worse. indeed SHE could be a lot worse.

I dared to hope that something more than professional differences in status might develop between us and when Liz clasped me to her and kissed me strongly, I felt sure there was going to be something to look forward to. I was also aware that there had been no sign of that accursed strap for some time now and I didn't even know if she had it with her.

*

I began to appreciate what I was taking on when I agreed to go on furlough with Alan as my charge. But I needed to get out of that hellhole too. If we've decided that men need to be kept in hand, I'd rather do it with someone of my choice. And then I thought about Alan, who was a surprisingly good lay, not like these namby-pamby men who seem to be all over the place these days. He really knows how to make a woman feel good, or at least, how to make this woman feel very very good. I began to get wet just thinking about being in bed.

Some parts of this routine were almost comical. I did enjoy being slightly bitchy when he would come to me asking to be allowed to pee. No one in my life had ever had to do that and I gave in to the temptation to grin and tell him that maybe he should learn to hold it in a little more like women usually end up having to do. Then he came back and said he had to do the other--I now have made him use the childish phrase "make a doody"--and I went with him to the bathroom, made him face the back of the toilet so, yecch, I could watch the shit come out of his ass. It was actually sort of cool. I made an entry in my record book for him--I'm actually required to look at the bowl and write down what he did and what colour, etc. I showed him the book so he knows I'm not doing this on my own to embarrass him.

I've enjoyed being able to dress more nicely than when I was at the camp. I've started wearing garter belts again and sheer stockings and pumps. Of course, my black boots don't get much wear these days.

I do tease him about having an accident. I've told him that there are special control panties that men who have accidents have to wear and I don't think he likes that prospect. I think he enjoys washing my undies and admires my taste in lingerie. 

Some friends of mine are coming over and one of them may have a job for him. I do hope he manages to keep his temper under control because I really don't want him to lose it and then have to let all my girl friends have the chance to take him over each of their laps and spank his little butt. But they will probably expect that I will have him play their favourite game--where he is blindfolded and has to lick each of their quims and then identify the woman whose quim he has licked. My friend Penny loves to let a little pee out when the man licks her and my other friend Lois is having her period and she has rather heavy ones. Oh well...

*

Adjustment to the new regime took just a little getting used to, but when I gave it any thought, I always came to the conclusion that it was a small price to pay for what, on balance, was a pretty acceptable lifestyle. As one lone voice, I couldn't expect to do much about the newly established social order, so, if I had to accept it, it was better to do so without too much fuss, and immeasurable better than life in the prison camp. And there was a significant up-side in the lovemaking with Liz. During our intimate times together, I could wish for nothing else. She brought out a vigour in me which had lain dormant for so many years, firing my libido with a fresh enthusiasm.

Even so, the downside, such as having to ask to go to the bathroom, was not something which came easily. The use of childish terms was a particular nuisance and I sometimes wondered what Liz got out of that. I didn't mind too much when she wouldn't let me go, if that was her way of demonstrating her control over me, but when she insisted on watching me have a crap, I again questioned her motives, but silently, to myself, of course. I couldn't really believe that her monitoring of my behaviour extended to reporting on the quality of my excreta, but again, it was relatively small price to pay for the comparative freedom of my new situation. And I was always able to remind myself that the loathsome tawse remained hidden away.

I had to concede, too, that some of the duties, which on the face of it, might appear somewhat humiliating, were also easy to take to. I even began to find some pleasure in washing her undies, from the close contact with her more intimate garments and the lingering perfume which remained on them. When she was not around, I used to rub her panties against my cheek and sometimes, I'd even rub them up and down my cock, before putting them into the soapy water It was quite arousing to help her dress, as well. Not only in the selection of the flimsy feminine items, but in the actual dressing. I relished the frisson as my fingers touched her soft skin while fixing her bra, or easing her thong-style panties up over her thighs. Yes, there was much to enjoy now.

One cloud appeared on the horizon, however, when Liz gave me a hint that some lady friends were to be coming over. It seemed they were advocates of the new order and liked to take advantage of their status to enjoy making use of personal servants. I know I was classed as a PA, but I suspected that title would earn little respect from the group when they arrived. It was with some trepidation, therefore, that I awaited their coming, made all the worse by Liz's additional hints of what might be in store. I was reasonable comfortable with my role when Liz and I were in private, but I was still apprehensive when we were in public and even worse seemed the prospect of being with a group of women in private. The oral games which Liz indicated actually had some appeal, but licking a menstruating pussy? Not on your life!

*

Today my friends were coming over and I decided that this would work. Alan was told to wait in the next room until I called him and then I introduced him to the group. Penny and Meg and Lois and Jane all came by, almost at the same time.

Alan was quite nice about bringing the tea out and I had warned him that the women would be quite brazen about him, possibly making him strip so they could view his "equipment". Jane, who is a pretty blonde with a nice attitude, did grin at him and ask him if she could see what he was like up close and personal. I suggested that he just stand among us and let down his trousers. Meg also smiled somewhat shyly but reached over to touch him inside the fly of his boxers. I suggested that Alan remove the boxers. By that time, Meg's fingers had made him quite hard.

Penny then said that he was clearly ready to play the game of guessing the pussy. The women all smiled and I put a blindfold on Alan and whispered to him to keep his cool if he didn't want to be tawsed in front of them. 

Now the women lifted their skirts and removed their panties which ranged from Jane's flowery bikini to Lois's tight lycra control panties. I brought Alan to the midst of the seated group, told the ladies to move to the edge of their chairs and had him start sniffing. I told him he could do two at a time.

First I had him sniff Penny, hoping he would remember that she smelled quite strong down there and then I brought him between Jane's soft lovely legs and knew she would be perfumy and sweet.

Amazingly he guessed them correctly so I took him to Meg, who spread her legs invitingly exposing the red hair I enjoyed and lastly to Lois, who is a big woman

and yes, was having her period. He laughed as he complimented the hairy puss and guessed it was Meg's. Then he winced and pulled back from Lois's.

Go ahead, I told him. He whimpered and said she clearly was on the rag and he wouldn't go near her. Meg's face turned red in defense of Lois and she quietly but firmly said, "I'm sorry Liz but the man has insulted our friend and must be disciplined."

I knew this would happen and I vowed to whale Alan when we were alone but first I handed him over to Meg, who removed his blindfold and said, "First you apologize to Lois and go lick her pussy like you love it."

He resisted and I jabbed him with my nail on his cockhead and looked sternly so he went over and actually licked her bleeding hole. Then I put him over Meg's knee and she took out her small whip—every women is given one--and gave him 18 hard strokes and he was screaming. "Too bad, Liz, because he's clearly quite talented. But I suppose you haven't had time to train him correctly," she commented.

Finally they left and we were alone. "I suppose you know what I must do now," I said. I went in and got out my old tawse from the camp. "Bend over the bed, this will take a while," I added, grimly. I had so hoped he would have done that for me. Maybe he really just is like the others--I thought he really loved me a little.

*

A moment of truth had approached. For some time, I had been becoming more and more apprehensive about what would happen when the group of other women were in Liz's apartment. Although I had hated life in the camp, at least I knew the parameters and it was by and large in the open. Now, however, we were behind closed doors and I had no experience of just what liberties they would expect to take. At first it was all straightforward, making them feel at home, getting the tea and so on, but it wasn't long before they started to get a little more raunchy. Oh the initial flirty teasing was OK, it didn't really amount to much and even when they started hinting about my manhood, there was still a certain appeal in the chatter. I was told by Liz to stand among them and lower my trousers. I have to confess it felt a little special at that point, being the object of the sexual attention of a group of not unattractive females. I couldn't help noticing, however, that of them all, my Liz was still the most attractive, both with her features and with her body. 

One of them, Meg, became bold enough to reach inside my shorts and began working at my cock. I couldn't help the reaction to her gentle manipulation and I was soon quite hard, somewhat to my surprise. Liz took control again and instructed me to remove my shorts, which of course only served to expose my erection to all their gazes. It ran through my mind when the word "game" was mentioned, that it would be a fun game to let them all have a go at sucking my hard cock and for me to award points for their ability. It was not to be of course because it was rather the opposite kind of game that was in prospect. It was I who was to perform orally on them. Still, why should I complain about that? Unless, that is, one of them really was having her period......

It was all going rather well. I found it reasonably easy to match the aroma of each woman's private parts to her general fragrance and managed to get them all right. By counting, however, I reckoned there was still one to go and as i approached it, an altogether different smell greeted my nostrils. Oh no! It was true. This one really was having her period. I recoiled in horror: there was no way I was going near that! Even Liz's exhortations could not persuade me. How could anyone take pleasure from that gross act? "Are these females totally perverted?" I wondered. No matter, it seemed I was going to be in trouble with Liz later, but then it got worse. I was taken to the one called Meg and my blindfold removed. She seemed insistent that I lick the bleeding hole, but I was still determined I would not do it. Liz caught her nail into the slit of my cock and the sharp pain focused my mind. One look at her expression led me to believe I had now little option, so, screwing up my courage and submerging my distaste, I crawled over and went through a half-hearted attempt to make contact with my lips. It seemed to satisfy them, however, but I was not off the hook. LIz dragged me back to Meg and I was thrown over Meg's knee. I then discovered that all women carried a small, leather whip and Meg took hers to me with a vengeance. Who would have thought a female could inflict so much pain, from a seated position? By the time she had reached eight strokes, I was yelling and from twelve I couldn't suppress the sobs any longer. By the time she had finished, at eighteen, I was yelling for her to stop, promising to do as I was told.

I was roughly shoved off and made to stand in the corner with my hands on my head, while the women continued to chatter about this and that, including how to control the men in their charge. There were frequent references to Liz and me and I just wished they would hurry up and finish. I was glad when they left, but it brought the new scenario of me and Liz, alone, and with her intending to punish me. My stomach tightened when the dreaded tawse from the camp was produced. I had almost forgotten about it during the pleasant days we had spent together so far. I was aware of becoming more and more infatuated with Liz, almost smitten by her hold over me, but the sight of the thick leather awakened the old dread in me, and the horrible memories of the camp. She said it was going to take a long time Oh Hell! What was she going to do? How many? As I bent over the bed, I couldn't help saying, "Oh, Liz, Ma'am, Miss Lizzie, please. I'm sorry. I really do want things to go well, but it was just too much, too gross for me. Please, you must understand. You know how good it has been. Please." 




When Women Rule Ch. 06



*

I turned to look at him cringing in the corner. "I clearly have been far too lenient with you," I said with a deep sigh. "I brought you here and you act like you're still at the camp. If that's the situation, then you will have to get used to this" and I whipped the tawse hard across his naked bumcheeks.

"Now bend over the couch and assume the position," I ordered. I begin the whip him hard with the tawse, at least seven hard ones. I started bearing in so that the very tip of the tawse finger might just graze his exposed scrotal sac.

"You have no idea what I am like when I am trifled with," I continued, in a lecturing tone. "By the time we are finished you will plead to lick my menstruating pussy. You will beg Lois and the others to be their human tampon." I slowly slipped off my own panties and then unhooked my bra. I was ready to whip him while being entirely in the nude. I felt strong and womanly and in charge of this situation. It made me feel like I was commandant of the camp again.

And then I began to whip him even harder with the tawse. Then I left him there for a while. "And in answer to the question you haven't asked, you will not be allowed to use the toilet until I feel you have learned your lesson."

I then went into the bathroom, loudly peed, wiped, flushed and closed the door, locking it with my master key.

"Stay there until you're ready to tell me you've learned your lesson."



When Women Rule Ch. 07



Yes, reading the earlier chapters sets the stage for this one. But it can also stand on its own.

For my Darlings Megs and Lizbeth

All of a sudden, it seemed, my cozy new world appeared to have evaporated. Liz had turned nasty again and I sensed I was in for it. The first stoke of that damned tawse reawakened that old dread in me, but it was destined to get worse as I was ordered over the settee. I did so with trepidation and was soon squirming as the strap bit home across my exposed buttocks. "Aaagh!" I almost gasped out loud as Liz continued to ply the fearful leather, the pain being made worse by the sensitivity of my already whipped behind. I bit my lip, but could feel the tears starting again in spite of me best efforts to remain in control.

It was only partly the pain, of course, but it was also partly on account of having lost the closeness of our relationship. Perhaps I had been a bit presumptuous, but I had been starting to believe that there may have been a special relationship developing between Liz and me. Even though I had to accept she was in charge, I had harboured hopes that it wouldn't have deteriorated to the level of the camp. Yet, here I was, under her strap again, and all so unfairly at that, just like at the camp. How could anyone be expected to tongue a cursed pussy? How could anyone gain pleasure from making someone do that? 

Liz seemed to have taken on a new persona, or perhaps it was the old one resurfacing. Gone was the sensitive beauty whose presence I had enjoyed before these damned females interfered. In its place was the haughty hellion who seemed to relish my discomfort. Damn! Damn! Damn! Now she was a bitch again, stripping off to torment me even more. She set to with the tawse with renewed vigour and as weal overlaid weal, I couldn't help but yell out. 

"Aaaghh! ...Ooowwww! ....Please Liz...Ma'am.....Miss Lizzie, Ma'am....please...stop....Yeeeooow!.....No more....Aaaggh!...it's agony....it's not....f..f...f...air." I was sobbing openly now, barely able to maintain my position. When the tails of the tawse nearly nicked my balls, I just about jumped up in alarm. "The swine," I thought, "the rotten bitch!" At that instant, all thoughts of intimacy with her were driven to the back of my mind and I could think only of the pain ceasing.

At last, not as a result of my pleading I'm sure, Liz threw down the heavy, thick strap but my torment was not over. I was not to be allowed to pee? What other devious misery could she inflict? Liz made for the bathroom and as I listened to her noisy discharge, it made me realise how long it had been since I had gone myself, and that thought, combined with the burning agony in my behind, caused me to believe I was also needing to go. Would you believe it? 

As though reading my thoughts, Liz the Bitch, locked the bathroom door, denying me access.

I stood in silence, contemplating her words. I would have to go sooner or later, I would just have to. The consequences of doing it right there on the floor didn't bear thinking about, so I would have to go to the bathroom. But there was no way I would agree to licking a bleeding pussy. No way! I could feel the pressure mounting in my bladder and I knew time was not on my side. 

As the pressure grew into discomfort, I began shifting about on my feet, but as the discomfort developed into pain, I had to give in. What did I have to call her? "Miss Lizzie" when being punished wasn't it? Well, I guess I was being punished at the moment. "Miss Lizzie? I called hesitantly, "Miss Lizzie, I'm sorry. I'm sorry and I've learned my lesson I won't disobey you again. Please Miss Lizzie, please may I have a pee?

*

"You have learned your lesson?" I responded as I heard his now small voice plead for a chance to pee in the bowl. Or was he like all men, they now said, that the way to his heart and everything else was through his now little penis? 

"Alan, you're going to have to convince me that you have changed," I went on, sternly. "You have been socialized to fear things like a bleeding female...cunt. Well, it's perfectly healthy and you'd better get over it. There are far worse camps that the one you were sent to...and"--now I lost it--"I love you too much to send you to one of them."

Egad, I had let it out. I really did like this man, maybe I even did love him. He was strong he did what I told him to, and he took punishment. 

I looked away, ashamed, and got up. I opened the bathroom door with my little key and pointed there to him with a sad smile. 

"Go ahead," I said needlessly. "And please come and be with me afterward," I added, with a not so sad smile.

*

I was a little surprised to find Liz's change to a somewhat more conciliatory frame of mind. I listened as she indicated that in her view there was nothing to be feared from a menstruating woman and I shivered at the notion of camps which were worse than the one we had been at. I found that hard to believe, but I wasn't going to argue. 

Then for once, her guard slipped. I listened, almost with disbelief, as the words "love you" slipped out. Ah, so I had been right enough in suspecting that there might indeed be something between us. I was unsure as to how much that would override our official difference in status and her admitted natural dominant streak, but I was eager to make the most of it. 

The good times we had enjoyed recently had been just that and were worth preserving, if I could just find it in me to ensure that I didn't rock the boat. I didn't know how easy that would be, but I'd worry about that later. For the moment, the bathroom beckoned. 

As anyone who has had the experience will know, when you are bursting, absolutely bursting, for a pee, and really can't wait a second longer, the relief when you do go is enormous. If not quite orgasmic, the sensation still permeates one's being. So it was this time. I let it go and it just flowed and flowed: I wondered if it would ever stop, but of course, eventually I was drained again, and not just in that department. With the relief of the release, the shock of my thrashing kicked in and I became weak at the knees.

I stumbled out of the bathroom, still trembling at the thought of what might be in store, but was comforted by Liz's smile. I walked slowly towards her, threw my arms round her neck and held her tight, letting her nearness strengthen and enervate me. I was moved to kiss her full on the lips, then guided her to the bed where we lay in intimate closeness again. "Liz," I breathed sensuously, "I would love to show you what you mean to me...but my bum is so sore, I don't know if I can get hard enough. Could you help me?"

I found the gloom of despondency lifting fairly easily. Even though I could sense the throbbing in my behind freshly renewed with every movement, Liz's ministrations helped me to concentrate on much more pleasurable sensations. She really seemed quite expert in working my cock out of its pain-induced slumber and the combination of the oil, her manipulations and her soothing words soon had me stirring again. She proved to be quite adept with her fingers roaming to other parts as well, and all adding to the feelings of arousal. It wasn't long before it was thrusting forth, eager and willing to have her round it and as Liz lowered herself gently onto me, I could feel it jerking with increased lust. 

This was some woman! Not only assertive and confident, but also great looking and superb at the special stuff of lovers. If I did have to be subservient to a female, I could think of none better than my Liz. I was surprised to find myself thinking of her as "my" Liz, already. 

As we reached a mutual climax, I couldn't tear my gaze from her sparkling eyes and I almost melted when she wanted me to be hers permanently, as man and wife, or whatever the politically correct description would be under the New Order. I didn't care. Just at that moment, all I wanted was my Liz. Odd really, since it was more a case of my being hers!

Only doubt was this persistence with the period thing. Even the mention of occasional thrashings didn't bother me too much, but the period stuff still niggled. 

"Hey, what the heck, Man!" I thought. "She knows what she's doing, and if that's important to her, I can do it. I can do it, or anything else she wants. She is wonderful, and I am happy...happy and lucky." I scarce believed I would have been saying that when I thought back only a few short days ago to the time in the camp. All of a sudden, I noticed the throbbing in my behind had given way to an almost pleasant glow. I started to grow hard again at the realisation. "Liz," I smiled, "I want you. I lo...." She ground herself down on me before I could finish the words, and we were lost in another frenzy of lust. 

*

As we made love, I thought about how this man brought out my tenderness, something I have not always been most notable for showing. He was about to tell me too, I could tell, and then we were together again and it was just too too delightful and warm and wonderful.

I looked him in the eye as I rose off his hardness once again. "Alan, I do want you. I hope you understand that I have my individual quirks. I wouldn't want to be with anyone who was called normal, ugh, dull normal," I said with glee. 

"If we get married, some of the nonsense things go by the boards, like toilet regulation and all that. You do have to be very respectful to other women, just remember that. If I don't make you lick someone's bleeding puss, just make sure you don't make any nasty male cracks about it or she will definitely have your nose in it.

*

"I just got word that I am going to be named to a major position again," I told him with a grin. "And there is absolutely no problem in my having you there if you can deal with being the Commandant's husband. It's sort of like being an Embassy wife in the bygone days."

"You will dress and be treated as totally male. No more panties or that stuff," I went on. "But don't screw up. If we don't stay together, you will get nothing except a bad record. I want you and I want this to work, darling" and I just bent over and kissed him, hard. 

His hands were on my tits and my bare bush and bum and yes, inside my holes and I loved it all, just adoredhis attentions. I rose off his penis and went into the bathroom. I sat down and peed and he came in, smiling. 

I told him to pee through the opening in the front of my legs, not on me, but into the water. I loved seeing him do that as I peed too. "Isn't it something as to what can give you that lovely feeling?" I speculated as I leaned over and kissed him yet again and again.

*

Although I still throbbed just a little with the remnants of my whipping and thrashing, it was but an insignificant trifle in the great scheme of things. For being with Liz was now my raison d'être. This wonderful, attractive, sexy being wanted me and by heavens how I wanted her! The confession of her quirks, her kinkiness even hardly surprised me after all I had experienced, but if I was honest, I was now beginning to believe it actually added to her appeal.

I would never have believed that a lifelong dominant like me could be so overwhelmed by a woman with dominant tendencies like Liz, but that was what seemed to be happening. 

I couldn't tell her, but right at that moment, having to bend over for six of her cane would almost seem to take me closer to her. How strange is the human mind! It just seemed so right now. She was even compromising on some of the aspects which she sensed would cause me difficulty and that just made me feel for her all the more strongly.

Then Liz indicated that she was in line for a senior position and that it could work well for me too. "It's already working well for me, my darling," I thought to myself. "Can it really get better?" I wondered if the New Order also gave rise to female prisoners in some of the establishments. 

"What about a partnership?" my thoughts continued, "I could deal with the female prisoners and Liz could be in charge of the whole thing." It was but a fleeting thought, as Liz's passionate kiss brought me back to reality, and I was aware of yet another stirring in my groin area. "Liz," I laughed, relaxed now, "you'll have me worn out in no time!"

I don't think it was because of my words, but she moved off me at that point and walked to the bathroom. Wow! This lady could make love, and how! But she could pee with the best of them! Perhaps it was he muscular control she seemed to have developed down there, but I could hear the gushing even from where I lay on the bed. It was almost like a pipe call, pulling me in, and I was soon joining her and doing my own thing through the front of her splayed thighs. There was something extra-sensuous about this odd, shared activity. I finished and bent forward, only too eager to accept her kisses, again and again. All of a sudden, life felt good. So good.

*

It was starting to look like my asking Alan to be my partner might just work out. Even in our new society, women with partners received a higher degree of respect.

I called him back to the bedroom and took out the forms I would have to file. I grinned as I told him he would be embarrassed yet again. The form asked me to enter the length of his penis flaccid and erect, so after taking my tape measure, I began to run my nails down his shaft to get him erect, which was a good showing on his part after all the fucking we had been enjoying. 

He was told to bend over and spread his cheeks and I put on the plastic glove and inserted my lubed finger into his anus. There was no measurement here, only a space for me to certify that I had so humiliated him . I also needed to enter the dimensions of his most recent #2 and the frequency and amount of his urinations. 

Finally I finished the form and duly certified it. I looked at him with a wide grin and asked if he would mind joining me back in the bed again. As we dove under the covers, I asked him to make the fondest love to me that he thought he could possibly imagine.



When Women Rule Ch. 08



For Dearest Lizbeth and Missy

It just seemed to be getting better and better. I knew I had little choice other than to accept and adapt to the New Order and if that were to be the case, who better could I be aligned to than Liz? I could almost come to accept her dominant streak, I reckoned, even though I had always considered myself dominant. In a way, it almost seemed we had something in common and being the underling to her was not without some appeal. I still harboured this little notion, too, that maybe we could form a team given charge of female prisoners in a work camp. Even though it was a female-dominated society, I had to suppose there would be some women who would get out of line and perhaps there would be such a facility and such a need for supervision. Still it was a fanciful notion and not to be dwelt on too long.

Back to the present and I watched as Liz filled out the forms. I was still bemused at this apparent predilection with things relating to bodily functions and I couldn't imagine the significance of the measurements Liz was required to submit. Who needs to know the dimensions of a crap, for heaven's sake? Mind you, I rather enjoyed it when Liz had to check the length of my penis, especially when she coaxed into hardness again with her fingernails. Wow! What a dame! It was a bit odd when she stuck her finger up my arse, right enough, and I could have done without that humiliating experience, but in the overall scheme of things, I couldn't complain. Especially when the form was completed and Liz asked me if I'd mind joining her in bed again. "Mind? Are you kidding?" I thought.

Eagerly, I climbed in beside her and lay just looking at her face, as her head lay on the pillow. It wasn't a sweet face, but it was so attractive. Fine boned and handsome, with perhaps a touch of hardness, exactly as I liked it. I leant over and began to stroke her hair, running it gently through my fingers. I stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers and ran the tips over her sensuous lips. I thrilled to the touch of her skin as I continued to explore her body, running my fingers down her neck and onto her thrusting breasts. For a while, I toyed with her hardening nipples, being careful not to squeeze the too hard. It was a common practice for me when I was dominating a woman, but in this instance, I didn't want to risk anything.

As my hands progressed downwards, I coaxed Liz's legs apart, relishing the smoothness of the special area at the inside top of her thighs. So smooth and sexy. I let my fingers casually brush against the lips of her pussy and I was pleased to note her aroused squirming. Bolder now, I introduced the tip of my finger to the outside of her pussy, now exhibiting its telltale wetness. Further and further I insinuated my finger, then added another and another, until I was working three fingers inside her, concentrating on the front part which seemed to bring about the greatest response.

As I heard her moaning, I rolled myself over so that I was lying on top of her supine form and with my cock rigid already, I held it at the entrance to her sex. She had told me to make fondest love, and that was not difficult, such was my feeling for her at that moment. I entered gently and continued in that vein, prolonging the sensations until neither of us could wait any longer. We reached the peak simultaneously, which only added to the feeling of perfect harmony. "Oh, Liz!" was all I could explain as I collapsed with my face on her breasts. 

* * *

Everything happened more quickly these days. We had just finished making love again when the doorbell rang and a messenger (male) grinned at me and handed me an ivory envelope that he knew came from Central Power. I decided to faze him lightly by asking him why he was grinning and did he want to bare his bottom and be corrected for his effrontery. He turned pale and said, "Oh Miss, I'm sorry--I figured you were an important lady what with letters like that and I enjoyed being of service."

I allowed myself to smile and told him he should mind his manners or I might remand him for training at the camp I had been assigned to previously. His face blanched some more and he pleaded with me to forgive him his moment of levity. I told him that I would but that he should report to me tomorrow and I would issue him a card.

He kept his face from falling more, not knowing what kind of card I might give him. It could range from a mere warning to a remand to camp. I let him sweat. 

Then I came back inside and opened the letter. It was a lovely parchment and bore greetings to Ms. Elizabeth --- and informed me that Her Majesty had graciously conferred upon me the high rank of High Commandant of Her Most Personal Service, First Grade, and granted as well my prayer to be allowed to retain Alan as my consort. 

This was indeed a high honor, higher than I had expected, given that my record alas was not entirely clear, but it also appeared that my friends in high places were watching out for me. Then I turned on my screen and checked my mail and saw that orders had been issued assigning me as commander of Thistledown, which was the most elite of disciplinary camps, as it held those women who had misbehaved and required some punishment. The guards were selected from a higher class of women and were expected to act far more lady-like. 

I called Alan in and showed him my commission. I explained that now I was entitled to wear actual stars on my epaulets. I hoped he would take me in his arms and kiss me for this accomplishment. I told him where I was assigned and that he would accompany me. Then I warned him that he would be very very privileged as he would inevitably witness women being disciplined. However, he was not allowed to administer any such punishment. He might, though, be permitted to punish some men who had committed minor offenses.

I told him he would be able to wear nice men's clothes--normally a suit and he should be grateful. I also told him he must be quite careful and deferential at the start because some women reporting to me might seek to engage him in improper activities. This was known to occur. I told him he would not want to be disciplined in front of the entire camp so he should keep his equipment in his pants except for when he was with me. I told him again he would be sorely tempted and to remember what he was gaining from his alliance with me. 

I told him he had to be careful of never offending a woman because the other officers could issue him cards and I would be obliged to approve them. They do know that they are playing with fire, I told him, but some of them will try to tempt you. It will not be worth it, I added with a smile as I reached down and just gave his penis a tiny tweak through his thin trousers.

•* *

Things really did just seem to be getting better almost by the day. It was almost difficult to believe that, but a few short weeks ago, I was in such a different situation, a helpless prisoner in a fiendish work camp, tormented and dominated by a beautiful guard who took every opportunity to punish me severely with her strap and with other methods. Who could have predicted that now, I would be smitten in a completely different way but the same woman who had become my partner, yes still dominant over me, but on a much more acceptable basis. Partner? Yes, and perhaps to be more than just a nominal partner before long, it seemed. 

As if that wasn't enough, now there was a message which would change things again. I was amused as Liz teased the delivery boy, but I had to confess to feeling little sympathy for him. Indeed, it even ran across my mind that it might be rather fun to watch Liz disciplining him, as long as I was being spared! 

It turned out the message was to confirm that Liz had been promoted and that I was officially to be regarded as her consort. In the New Order, that was as high as I could wish, and I thrilled at the prospect. I wanted to hug Liz tightly in appreciation, but she moved to her computer to check her e-mail instead. From the message she showed me, it seemed she would not only regain a commanding post, but that she would also be in charge of a prestigious punishment camp, the one to which females were allocated. My heart leapt at the news. Could more dreams be coming true? This time, I could not restrain myself and threw my arms round her neck, drawing her lose. 

"That's wonderful, Liz, darling," I ventured with the familiarity for the first time, hoping it would be acceptable. "We'll make a great team," I continued as visions of the two of us thrashing the female prisoners flitted across my brain. When Liz told me I would be able to witness the punishment of female prisoners, my spirits leapt another notch as it seemed we were thinking along the same lines. My eagerness was premature, however. I was not to be permitted to engage in the punishment, just to observe. Still it was better than nothing. Well, much better than nothing actually. I wondered if I would be allowed to play with myself as I watched the punishments. Probably not, I surmised, although I could imagine making love with Liz after a punishment session, as the images were still fresh in our minds. Not sure if the prospect of punishing the male prisoners has any appeal, though. I'll need to let that sink in. 

I continued to listen as Liz mentioned some of the potential hazards of being in the position I would be in. I would be the target of the advances of some of the other female guards, she warned, and I had to concede that such was a distinct possibility. I knew I was still considered attractive by the opposite sex and I was certainly still in good shape. Added to that, my smart appearance in the smart clothes and my somewhat elite status, I could see that some of their imaginations might be fired. I would have to be careful not to give them any excuse to card me and I just hope there were none who exhibited the unfairness I had experienced from Liz in the early days. 

"Oh Liz," I breathed, "you are the only woman I want. You can be assured I won't be instigating any nonsense. I am so looking forward to working and being with you. When do we start at Thistledown?" Then I felt her touch down below. I just love it when a woman takes such an initiative and I was immediately aroused. I dropped to my knees and burrowed between her legs. "How about a little celebration?" came my muffled request.

* * *

I had not given much idea to what having a consort would mean. Marriage as it was once known was defunct in our society and some women did live together in what seemed like a replacement. I realized I was being quite a selfish girl in enjoying it when he reacted like that, when he dropped to his knees and buried his face in my muff whenever I tweaked his sweet little prong. 

We moved into my lovely Commandant's House at the new camp and I saw all the female prisoners performing cleanup duties on the grounds and did feel a tad nervous at putting him among all of these women. As I unpacked my travelling clothes in our bedroom and watched him unpack my smart new uniform, I enjoyed it as he helped me put on the special lingerie I was now entitled, indeed required, to wear. Whoever had designed them knew fashion surely but I was entranced by the tiny thong--crimson in colour--than now ran between my legs with much of pubic hair set outside it and it had this tiny pearl on it perfectly located—to stimulate my clit. I whispered to him that I might be cumming in my clothes all day and he told me that was my right of command.

A female servant sweetly informed me as I entered my office that the first disciplinary case was ready for my review. As I bade Alan to sit across from me in what was much like a servant's chair, I saw a tall blonde woman in guard's dress walk in and smile at me. 

She turned and I saw it was Denise, my old partner. "Oh, Liz--excuse me, Ma'am, I do hope you will hear my side of this and treat me fairly," she pleaded with a bit of a knowing air as she glanced at Alan. "They are recommending that I be reduced from guard to prisoner. All I did was tickle the man's...parts," she blushed, again because Alan was there.

Knowing how the interrogatory squad operated, I asked Denise if she had been treated roughly. "Well, I was put in diaper position and they did ... yes, they did, they tortured me." I asked her to be specific. "Ma'am, they kept twisting it...you know, my button, my clitoris." She somehow spit that out as her face got solid crimson. 

Seeing her so eviscerated moved me. "Denise, you need to relieve yourself, don't you?" She nodded, saying she had been denied the privilege for some time. I told her she could squat and go on the floor. "In front of him?" she whined, pointing at Alan. "I see you haven't yet learned correct behaviour. Permission is withdrawn. Pull up your panties. That will cost you, Denise." 

***

I found I was becoming almost excited at the prospect of moving to the prison with Liz. There were still certain caveats on our relationship, but I was almost like an eager teenager again, so enthused by being with her. I found it was less difficult than I would have thought, to adapt to her being the dominant partner, but I still harboured fanciful notions of what scenarios might open up at Thistledown, where perhaps I might just be able, sometime, to take an active role in the punishment of the female prisoners. 

At last the day arrived and I was not disappointed with our private accommodation, at any rate. It was also somewhat arousing to see the female prisoners having to beaver away at maintenance and cleaning chores. My imagination began to kick in again. 

One of my first duties was to help Liz with her unpacking and to assist her as she hurriedly prepared to try out her new uniform. Even her lingerie was part of the required uniform, and if it was anything to go by, we were in for a pretty passionate time here at Thistledown. The lacy crimson bra pushed and supported my love's breasts so alluringly. It would add immeasurably to her air of handsome authority. The panties, however, were something else. Not panties, of course, just a mere thong, but with the simple, yet extremely effective, addition of a pearl sewn in the inside, to stimulate the clitoris. As I helped Liz into them, I couldn't help giving the pearl a little nudge and was rewarded with a slight glaze in her expression. I wondered what would happen if I wiggled the pearl with my tongue and I immediately began to look forward to the end of the day's duty. The thought of Liz cumming all day at the instigation of the pearl was heavenly indeed. 

Once I had Liz dressed in her splendid new uniform we made tracks for the office and almost immediately it was time for her first case of discipline. My senses were aroused already, as I sat in a lower, smaller chair across from Liz, whose central position gave her an added air of authority. I was intrigued to discover how this scenario would develop and waited with baited breath as the first case was presented. I couldn't believe my luck when the door opened and in came a familiar figure: it was Denise, the blonde bitch who, with Liz, had been my co-tormentor at the old camp! 

"Oh thank you," I voiced silently, as images of a penitent Denise, secured for a thrashing, sped into my mind. I could only sit and watch, however, as Liz took control. She began with a preliminary interrogation of what had happened to Denise to land her in this spot. Denise claimed to have only tickled a male prisoner's private parts. "That'll be right," I thought, "Don't believe her Liz. She probably grabbed them and twisted them or something. Don't believe her. Give her the cane. The bitch deserves it." 

My thoughts didn't seem to be getting through yet, unfortunately, although it was satisfying to note how embarrassed the bitch became at some of the prompting from Liz. I was pleased to learn the interrogation squad had had some fun with her: I hoped they really hurt her as they extracted her confession. 

I loved it when Liz really got into her new role, taunting Denise with the offer of a pee. Denise accepted, but then with a master stroke ("or should that be mistress stroke?" I thought with a chuckle) told her she had to do it right there and then, in front of me. Oddly, I found the notion somewhat interesting, but I was to be denied the opportunity, when Denise declined, being too embarrassed in front of me. 

"Excellent!" I thought, looking hard at Liz in the hope she would pick up my message "Now she's for it. Go on. Liz, sentence her to a thrashing. On the bare. Go on. Please." I willed it as hard as I could and waited expectantly. 



When Women Rule Ch. 09



Note: This series of stories does include a good deal of play involving bodily functions. Clearly, if this kind of thing offends you, these stories are not for you.



"I'm afraid you misapprehend me, Denise. I was trying to give you a bit of relief. But for spurning it, you have earned a different punishment." Liz motioned to Alan. "Denise, get across his lap. Alan, you will give her 50 with the small tappet." Denise looked amazed at how her positions had exchanged with Alan. But she was not likely to say anything more, in view of how she had dug herself in more deeply with spurning my generosity.

As Alan smacked her with the tappet, I reached under and felt her crotch between her legs over her panties. Suddenly, I felt a real wet spurt down in there. I told Alan to stop.

"Denise, did you just wet your panties?" I asked. Shamefacedly, her blonde curls offset by her red face, my old partner quietly sobbed and said she had lost control. I ordered her to take her panties off and held out the glass bowl. She knew she had no other choice but to get up put it under her and squat and pee into it.

Her pee stream came quickly despite her shame and she made a lot of noise as it drizzled into the bowl. She asked for paper to wipe and I gave her a wipe from the roll. Now she pulled up her panties and stood at attention. I told her she would be on report for two weeks and would report to the matron for special discipline every other day. It would not do for anyone to think they would get off easily by appealing to me as the new High Commandant. After Denise left, I told my aides that I would see no one else today as it was after normal hours. 

I looked at Alan and told him it would be quite nice to feel his tongue where that little pearl had been rubbing me.

*  *  *

Just when I was thinking things could not continue to get better, my silent plea was heeded and Liz, Commandant Liz, my Liz, gave me the approval to punish my former tormentor. How I glowed with impending satisfaction. I'd make her suffer all right, for what she had done to me when I was but prisoner 369. Now I was Liz's aide and the worm had turned. 

I was a little disappointed that she had to go over my lap. Not that there's anything wrong with having a beautiful woman across your lap for punishment, but I had rather hoped I would have been able to give full momentum to the implement, rather than the more restricted impetus of this position. Never mind, though, it was a very welcome start to the new regime as far as I was concerned. 

I was pleased that Denise deferred to Liz's new status and meekly draped herself across my lap. She was getting to keep her panties on, which was another mild disappointment, but again, I was more than pleased to be in the situation. I took up the small tappet and after lifting her skirt out of the way, I began to lay into her with some gusto. Yes, this was more like it. "I'll teach you not to take advantage of me, you blonde cow," I thought to myself as I felt her squirming under the onslaught. I don't suppose I had gone half way, when Liz intervened. Somehow, she had figured out that Denise has wet her panties, and not through being turned on, I was pretty sure! Damn! I had to stop and let her up while she was obliged to empty the rest of her bladder into a glass container. Although I was initially frustrated, it was not without some amusement that I relished the bitch's embarrassment at having to perform in front of me. "Good old Liz! She 's got an imaginative bent, all right!" I thought.

But to my chagrin, that seemed to be the end of her punishment. I was going to protest to Liz that she had many more to go, but it seemed that Matron was to be taking over the discipline. "Did that mean she would be getting it worse?" I wondered. I certainly hoped so, although I was sorry not to be part of it.

That, then, was that for our spell of duty, which meant, of course, that it was time for Liz and me to be alone again. The thought of that pearl in her panties had been niggling at me all day and it seemed it must have been having an effect on her, too, for when she was stripped down to just that garment and I was poised before it, I could see how wet she must have been. I wondered if she had been in a state of arousal all day. I knew I had been when we were dealing with Denise, and I was ready to get busy again. I nuzzled in between her legs and located the pearl itself. From the outside of her panties, I flicked my tongue over it, nudging it this way and that. From Liz's reaction, it was evidently an effective technique, judging by her writhing and moaning. I moved up and took the waistband in my teeth and slowly eased her panties. I wrestled them over her hips and slid them down her smooth legs, never letting my teeth let go. When they were completely removed, I returned to that sweet station between her legs, and soon was sucking avidly at her opening and welcoming sex. I casually wondered if I could get Liz to such a peak of arousal that I could ask her to let me deal with Denise, but then I became so overwhelmed by my own arousal, that it went out my head.

*  *  * "I was quite proud with how you dealt with Denise," I told Alan as I enjoyed his wonderful tongue lapping at my now wide-open sex. "Now put that cute little thing in me right this second and I'll tell you something else."

I was really enjoying myself and as Alan's hard prong slipped into my open but snug sheath I began to enjoy myself even more as I writhed under his expert attentions. "Denise had to learn to start listening to me," I began, "because for losing control of herself, she will be reporting to Matron five times this week."

"I hope you realize I have complete discretion in punishing these women but on the other hand, there are always those ready to complain if I do not followed the expected norms. That is why Denise retained her panties as she went across your lap to be spanked," I added.

"Darling, if a woman truly offends me, you will not be able to watch what I will do with her," I declared, realizing that I was cumming and that thinking about what I might do to certain women was making me cum much much harder, and I knew Alan was being challenged to hang on for the ride as I was throwing quite a magnificent climax. We then showered and dressed and Alan saw me in my informals: my navy blue shirt with epaulets and flared white skirt with smart pumps. I let him attach the garter tabs to my seamed stockings.

Then I took him to a small room that I told him was the Commandant's Gallery. Only I had access. There were windows and I told him they were all one-way mirrors. In one, we saw Denise report to Matron. Matron first told her to strip to her bra and panties. The embarrassed Denise did so and found Matron unhooking her bra to measure her tits. Then she had to remove her panties and Matron measured the length of her slit and the size of her clit! Matron made her drink and then told her that because of her failure "with the Commandant" she would have to hold her urine in until allowed to use the potty. Denise was soon dancing around and holding her crotch and Matron let her use the small wooden potty just in time. It was set up so you saw Denise's whole vulva wide open as she peed. When she was finished, Matron examined the bowl and her open vulva and told her she would now receive three strokes on her open slit for her misbehaviour. I reached for Alan's hand and put it on my own slit as I awaited this terrible punishment of Denise.

*  *  *

It was one of life's odd quirks, that serving a woman orally, at least a woman to whom one was attracted, should produce such a pleasurable sensation in a man, but it was certainly giving me a lot of pleasure as I eagerly licked and sucked at Liz's increasingly moist pussy. I suppose "moist" was really an understatement, as my face was becoming soaked with her arousal. I was pleased, too, when she complimented me on how I had handled Denise, and I hid my disappointment that I had not been able to pursue her punishment to a conclusion.

Then it was time to make best use of the arousal which had been building in both of us and, at Liz's command, I was soon poised to enter her, also waiting expectantly for her news. I eased in gently and relished the warm moist welcome as my cock slid along her sensitive region. No doubt having been able to sense my slight disappointment, Liz explained why she had not demanded that Denise remove her panties for punishment, and I had to accept that. I was not so happy when she went on to explain that the punishment of a serious offender was something I would not be allowed to witness. If I was not actually to be permitted to carry out the punishment, I had hoped that at least I would have been able to watch it. Indeed, the notion of observing someone like Liz disciplining a female prisoner had a significant amount of appeal to me.

Perhaps I would be able to tackle her on that later, but for the moment, I was becoming too caught up in the impending climax. Each time with Liz, the lovemaking seemed to get better and better, and her own climax this time appeared to be reaching even greater proportions. Perhaps she was entertaining some extra-arousing thoughts at the time, but her writhing and moaning was turning me on tremendously. It was all I could do to hold myself in check so that our orgasms could coincide, but the fact that they did, added greatly to the sensation. I collapsed, spent again, on Liz's chest and lay, glowing, until it was time to get up and shower. It was another turn-on to be able to sub my soapy hands over Liz's wet, naked body in the shower, and again, to assist in her dressing, particularly with the fixing of her suspenders and stockings. Such a pleasant and erotic change from the tights which some women insisted on wearing.

When we were dressed, Liz took me from our quarters and over to another area which I had not noticed before. We sat in a comfortable little room, with windows along one wall. Through one of the windows, I caught sight of Denise in the company of the prison Matron. I started at the sight of Liz, looking in our direction, but Liz put her hand on my arm. "Relax, Darling," she said, "these are all one-way mirrors, and she can't see us!" Comforted by that, I watched the scene unfolding. There were speakers in the room, too, so we could hear all that was being said.

I watched enthusiastically as Denise was ordered to strip to her underwear, and I enjoyed her evident embarrassment at having to do so. I had to acknowledge, she made an attractive sight, standing in her bra and panties. I squeezed Liz's hand. I squeezed harder when the Matron removed Denise's bra and her fine breasts sprang into view. She had to stand while Matron measured them, then remove her panties while her private parts were measured. I don't know why there was such an obsession in this regime with the measurement of such intimate personal details, but I had noticed it before when Liz had been doing something similar with me. Still, it was fun to watch Denise being put through the humiliating procedure.

I continued to watch, intrigued, as Denise was commanded to drink some kind of liquid which seemed to have a diuretic effect, since before long she was asking to use the toilet. She was refused permission and was left to stand as the effects of the liquid became more and more insistent. It was so amusing to watch as Denise began first to squirm uncomfortably, then to fidget, then jump and hop around. Presumably when Matron judged the time just right, she as permitted to discharge into a wooden potty. How we smiled at her discomfort! How we became excited when Matron announced Denise was to get three strokes right on her wide-open pussy as a punishment.

I felt Liz drawing my own hand over to her own pussy as the sentence was announced, and I realised how the events were arousing her. I swiftly laid my fingers over the moist opening, then as we continued to watch the scene unfold, I introduced my fingers inside, teasing away at her engorging clit.

Matron selected a short, flexible rod and bade Denise lie on her back on a bench. She was instructed to raise her legs up and back, thus exposing her pussy in a most vulnerable fashion. With the anticipation of what was to come, I began working harder at Liz's sex and as the first stroke was delivered to catch Denise full along her pussy lips, I increased the intensity still more. The subsequent two strokes on Denise's vulva only served to increase the frenzy of my assault on Liz and I could sense another climax coming close.

I don't know if it was because of the association with watching Denise or not, but incredibly, all of a sudden, I began to feel a huge pressure building up in my own bladder. "Liz!" I whispered urgently, "I need to pee!"

*  *  *

I was quite happy and also still randy and that does bring out the little beast in me. When he said like a little boy that he needed to pee, my immediate instinctual reaction was, "No, you will have to wait until I decide you can."

He looked surprised and was starting to move around and I giggled and asked him if he was going to hold his crotch like the women did when they knew they couldn't hold the pee back.

He turned red and almost plaintively, said, "Darling, don't make me wet myself and everything." I did love him for being so sweet so I took him into the bathroom and told him he could do his wee-wee while I watched. Amazingly it took him a minute to be able to go and I told him if he didn't start by the time I counted to three, I would withdraw his permission. This totally panicked him but he managed to start a spurt that turned into a long long stream. I lovingly wiped the tip of his lovely cock with a soft cloth I had there.

Then I sat down on the toilet. I had long since ceased to be embarrassed about bodily functions. I let loose a few very unladylike farts and then passed a rather nice long movement into the bowl as he stared at my puss since he couldn't see my anus spreading to expel my movement.

Then I turned to him and smiled and asked him to please clean me. "With a cloth, or tissue, or....?" he stammered and I grinned as I pointed to his face. I turned around and spread my cheeks above the seat so he saw my open crack (I don't think I was very dirty--it was not a soft movement) and I swear that my little rosebud winked at him as it awaited his attentions.

*  *  *

It was running through my head how aroused Liz became, observing a female being punished and I reckoned this bode well for our future relationship. If it turned her on, as it did me, then the opportunities for mutual pleasure could be unlimited in this new set-up. For the moment, however, there was a more pressing need, which was being denied by my Mistress. I could feel the pressure building relentlessly in my bladder and when Liz asked me about holding it in, it just seemed to make it worse. I began wriggling uncomfortable and the more I thought about it, the worse it seemed to become. I made a little boy, pleading face at her and fortunately, she relented and took me to the bathroom.

Even though she stayed to watch, I didn't care, in my desperation, yet, perversely as I pointed it into the pan, nothing happened. Liz threatened me to withdraw permission if I didn't begin within a minute and that thought only caused me to panic more. What on earth was wrong? I strained and struggled and eventually a little trickle appeared. To my relief, it soon developed into a full blooded stream and I relaxed in the enjoyment of the welcome relief. When Liz wiped the end of my cock after I had finished, I almost glowed with the pleasure of being with her too.

Still things continued to surprise me in this new regime. I was slightly taken aback when Liz took her turn and sat on the toilet, her legs apart and her pussy open to my view. I was a bit startled when she let out a series of farts and almost giggled like a schoolboy. "Steady on," I thought. "Just get used to the changes around here." It was difficult to remain composed as she unabashedly dropped a turd into the bowl with an audible "plop." What was to follow rocked me further, however. Liz asked me to clean her arse and, though taken aback I asked about a tissue or a cloth, or whatever. As Liz turned and presented her backside to me, she gestured to my face. No! Surely she didn't mean she wanted me to lick it clean? I cold just about do it if her behind was clean, I reckoned, maybe after a bath or shower, but immediately after a crap? Oh, no! That was too much! "Liz," I said plaintively, "I....I.....I can't. Please...Liz....er, Darling...... please don't make me do that."

*  *  *

I looked up and saw that he was really freaked about serving me in this quite intimate way. "Darling, you may have to start getting your head together about the way things are now," I began. "I really don't want to end this wonderful relationship and return you to the camp where you will probably wait a year before you get a hearing on your wife's referral. You need to appreciate that I never would have survived as I have in this society now without having the dominant strain you now and again see me exhibit."

I then told him as I sat there on the toilet that he was going to be disciplined. "I'm afraid I will have to turn you over to Matron for a treatment. She will administer a solution into your back opening and then have you retain by using a Bardex plug, which if you are not familiar with it, is inflated on both inside and outside of your anal ring so it will not move."

I added that she would require him to wear women's punishment dress for his disciplinary session. "You will have to be extra careful because she will punish you if your stocking seams are not perfectly straight," I added, noting that I had gone through special training on things like this at women's leadership school.

"I'm so sorry you had to be this way, darling, because I am having Denise report to me again after her session with Matron. I was going to allow you to decide how you thought she should be further disciplined and you were going to be the one to then administer the punishment. Perhaps I will wait until you return," I concluded.

I turned so he could see my lovely anal area and how sweet I looked even though it was clear that I did require just a bit of tidying up down there.

I rang a bell and one of my personal servants, Kate, arrived to escort Alan to Matron's chamber. I prepared to give him a parting kiss and embrace.