FemDom Matriarchy Paradise – Part 1

When you close your eyes and imagine paradise, what is it that you see? Some people imagine Eden – a lush, giant garden, with every luxury the world has to offer at their fingertips. Some people imagine modern-day Sodom and Gomorrah – a community dedicated to hedonism, perversion, and non-stop sucking and fucking.

What about you? Come on, don’t be shy. I really want to know if your idea of heaven on earth is the same as mine. My perfect world looks a little something like this…

Welcome to the Matriarchy!

I wake up in a huge, luxurious bed, surrounded by my fellow Temple Goddesses. We spent the previous evening punishing our slaves and celebrating with a lesbian orgy. No wonder we slept so deeply! We were so relaxed after making each other cum over and over. I sit up, stretch, and climb out of bed. After a shower, I towel myself off and ring a bell. Within moments, one of our manservants is there, wearing nothing but a ball gag and a cock cage, our standard slave uniform. We don’t allow our slaves to speak out of turn, or cum…ever. He helps me into my silk robe, careful never to look me in the eye, and bows as I leave the room. It’s wonderful – ever since women overthrew the government and mandated nationwide FemDom, men are our devoted servants, seen and not heard.

Servants are there to serve…

I go downstairs and lay on my lounge chair, outside in the shade. I feel a breeze and my nipples harden, making two small tents under the silk. It’s breakfast, so I ring my bell. A manthing rushes out of the house, naked in the sun, and kneels beside me. I examine the tray he brought – an iced coffee and a freshly baked scone. The Temple’s kitchen boys did very well this morning! I send the matching who brought my coffee to summon them, after I eat. The three of them come out, single file, and kneel before me. “Breakfast was wonderful, slaves.” I coo, and reach over. I examine their identification tattoos that mark them as our property. “Would you boys like to cum?” I taunt. They eagerly nod, and I can see them wriggle. They must be getting hard, and the cock cages can’t be comfortable.

I laugh and take my keyring, so I can remove the cages and set their cocks free. They all spring up, stiff and leaking precum. I smirk and lay back, pulling my legs up high in the air. My feet are high above my head as my robe comes undone, exposing my dripping wet pussy. It’s mostly shaved, with a small, naturally ginger landing strip. The slaves know not to look without permission, though. “Whoever makes me cum the hardest using only their tongue will be allowed to cum.” I announce, and point to the nearest slave. He used to be a local politician and businessman, and now, he caters to our every whim. He kneels between my legs. It’s time for the competition to begin.

Your Queen and Goddess,

 

 

 

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