Redemption, Part 1

by:	SenyorDave

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Rating: X	Add Review	Added: 04/23/2007
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Synopsis:	ory based on the book "Regiment of Women", a novel set in the future where the sex roles have been reversed and women hold total power.
Categories:	Cultural Change  Femdom, Authoritarian  SciFi  She Males
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She'd already got the breakfast, now hopefully she could find a flower store that was open this early. Linda Riley had always been an early riser, and sometime forgot that the rest of the world wasn't the same. Ah, there was a shop up ahead, just opening. She popped in, smiling at the pretty boy arranging some flowers in a vase.

A woman behind a counter said in a loud voice, "Welcome to Zelda's Flowers. I'm Zelda, what I can do for you today?"

"I need a dozen long-stem pink roses. But it has to be a very specific shade of pink. I don't see it here," Linda said.

"We've got more in the back. I think I know what you're looking for," Zelda said. She called out, "Frankie, can you get a dozen two-tones, put them in a box and bring them out here?"

She turned to Linda. "Gonna be a hot one today. When that gulf coast breeze blows like it is today, it brings in the humidity." A tall, chunky man of about sixty shuffled out from the back with a box. He wore a faded flowered sundress and his hair was a cheap wig that was a mass of tangles. He placed the box on the counter and said in a monotone, "Here they are, ma'am." His eyes showed no emotion, no intelligence, just a blank stare.

"Thank you, Frankie. You can go back to the stockroom." Zelda said. She patted him on the shoulder, and the big man slowly walked towards the back. After he'd left, Zelda said in a low voice to Linda, "Frankie came with the place when I bought it two years ago. It's a pretty sad case. He's 64 years old. When he was 21, his name was on a list of men's lib members, back when that was a banned organization. Hard to believe that anyone saw that group as a threat. Anyway, apparently he swore he had nothing to do with them, but in those days they took it pretty seriously. He got the maximum sentence, and they castrated him. A year later he was cleared, turned out to be some faulty intelligence, but obviously it was too late for him."

"I wouldn't have the heart to fire him. Besides, he works for the men's minimum wage, which ain't much. They just raised it, but it’s still only about 50% of the women's minimum? He lives in government housing, they have all the older eunuchs there, over at the edge of Magnolia Knolls."

Magnolia Knolls was the primary men's apartment complex in Tampa, and was actually considered pretty safe. Linda had dated a few men who lived there, and they spoke highly of it. The mayor of Tampa seemed responsible, and in the last election had made reducing violence against men a major part of her campaign platform. It turned out to be a clever move. Even though men couldn't vote, their girlfriends did, and no women wants to see the man she loves be mugged, beaten or raped.

"Sweetie, can you come here and wrap this lady's roses?" Zelda called out. She turned to Linda and said, "This is my boyfriend, Willie. One of the benefits of owning this place is I get to look at him all day." She reached over and pulled Willie towards her by his waist, hugging him close and planting a kiss on his cheek. He was a tall boy, with a thin waist and large, firm breasts that filled out the blue halter-top he was wearing.

Willie blushed prettily and finished wrapping the box, adding a satin ribbon that he tied into a large pink bow. "Your boyfriend will just love these. I know I would." He turned back to Zelda and said, "Let me go check on Frankie. He was putting together the order for the Digitech party." Willie turned and headed toward the stockroom.

Linda watched appreciatively as the miniskirted boy headed toward the back, admiring his tight ass and long, shapely legs. "He's gorgeous," she said to the owner.

"We met the week after I bought this place. I needed some help, and advertised for counter help, light bookkeeping and anything else that needed to be done. I figured I'd get some forty-year-old man, and then Willie shows up, fresh out of high school, with that beautiful face and that killer body. I fell for him as soon as I saw him. I hired him on the spot, and begged him to go out with me. That was three years ago, and we've been together ever since."

"How'd you come to own this store?" Linda asked.

Zelda rolled up her sleeve and displayed a "US Marines" tattoo on her large bicep. "I did four years in the infantry over in the Portugal mess. Took some shrapnel to the leg and got a medical discharge. Came back to the states, took my combat pay and disability check and went to look for a business to buy. I grew up in Tampa and used to hang out at this beach in high school. I saw this place for sale, met the owner and she and I worked out a deal on the spot. It's a great location, and besides, you get some great views." She grinned and nodded her head as two boys in bikinis passed along the boardwalk.

Linda rolled up her sleeve and showed a tattoo of her own of the skull and crossbones variety. "Paratrooper, stationed over in Germany for three years. Just got back three months ago."

"What are you doing with yourself now?" Zelda asked.

"I took a job three months ago as a Dorm Monitor in a boys' high school. You get a week off every two months, so I'm getting ready to go back in three days."

The storeowner let out a low whistle. "That's gotta be a tough job. Boys are pretty mixed up at that age. I know I would be, having to deal with high school girls, especially if all high school girls are like I was at the age. When I was that age the only thing I cared about was getting laid."

"That hasn't changed. The toughest part of being a high school boy seems to be dealing with high school girls. You know, the principal told me that the physical differences hit home very hard for the boys. They hit puberty and become larger and physically stronger than women, but at the same time their genitals develop and they realize how vulnerable a man really is. It must be hard for men to accept being the weaker sex. And boys at that age start to resent their own bodies. Then to top it off, they get the mammostat shots when they turn sixteen. In one month these boys go from being flatchested to, well, that." Linda pointed to a tall, bikinied boy passing the store with a massive pair of boobs.

"The job is amazing. It really is what the principal described, a 24 hour a day job. You're advisor, confessor, and protector to these boys. It's really changed my outlook towards men."

Linda looked at her watch. "Didn't realize the time. I gotta go."

Zelda gave him the package and handed her a business card. "Here's my card. Give me a call sometime and we'll grab a beer together."

"Will do. Take care, and hang on to that man of yours. He's a keeper."

Linda left the store and considered her options. It was only 7:30 AM, and she was sure that left to his own devices Gary would sleep until 9 o'clock or so. It had been a long, wonderful night; in fact, the last three days had been the most amazing days of her life. But they would never have happened if it were not for Myra Tyler.

Linda had only been back in the states a month when she saw an ad for Dorm Monitor in a boys' high school. They were looking for a college graduate, and military experience was considered a plus. She really had no specific plans, and the job would allow her time to study for the CPA exam.

Linda had shown up for the interview with no idea what to expect. And the last thing she had expected was Myra Tyler, the Headmistress of the Alice Winkler Boys' High School. Myra had very specific ideas of what opportunities a boy should have in high school, and they certainly weren't what most of the women who run the education system thought. She encouraged boys to take academic courses, and even prepare to go to college. Linda had graduated four years ago from Florida State in 2113, and when she graduated 2% of the students were male. It was accepted as fact that most men did not have either the aptitude or interest to complete college-level courses.

Myra was a short, intense woman who didn't mince words. If she had her way, a lot of things would change. For instance, Florida state education policy required all male students to take at least two hours a day of Home Economics courses each semester. How many ways can a boy learn to do needlepoint, she said to Linda.

Life skills were the focus in her education philosophy for boys. She could understand why men were dependent upon women for physical protection. That was just human nature, and it had been that way throughout history. It was basic scientific fact that males produced the hormone testosterone, which has been shown in humans to suppress aggression. It was obvious that of two sexes, one would dominate and since the dawn of history it was the female who was the dominant sex. Women were the aggressors, while men were by nature timid and docile. But Myra saw no reason why a man should not be able to understand basic finances, and pushed the State Department of Education to allow her to offer a life skills course that would teach boys how to manage money, etc. Her point was that there was no reason for a man to be so completely dependent on a woman in all aspects of life.

The Dorm Manager position was a great opportunity for a young woman. There were 4,500 boys in the school, with 30 dorms each holding 150 boys. Linda would be responsible for 50 boys in the junior class. It was a crucial time in their lives. Most of the boys would be turning sixteen at some point in the year, and would be getting their mammostat shot. The physical and emotional changes in that first month when they developed breasts were a life-changing experience for most boys. Linda would be an additional layer of authority for these boys, but one that was a little softer. If she did her job correctly, the boys in her charge would grow to trust her, think of her more as a friend than a member of the female power structure.

The more Myra had talked, the more Linda had become interested in the position. In the back of her mind, she had already realized, maybe subconsciously, that this job might give her some insight into how men think.

In many ways, Linda had little experience with men in terms of developing an actual relationship. She'd gone from boy to boy in high school, mostly getting a few gropes in when a boy would get tired of fighting her off. She lost her virginity at fifteen, when as a sophomore member of the football team the older girls had gotten her drunk and taken her to one of the brothels in the red-light district of Tampa. A well-weathered man of at least 35 with big tits and a saggy ass had bent over a couch as Linda reamed him with a large dildo. From his slightly glazed-over expression, Linda could tell that she wasn't the first for him that night nor would she be the last for him that night. Her first experience with a non-professional had been with Davey Wells, who she had taken to her senior prom. After the prom they had driven to the beach and Linda had taken his virginity in the backseat of her car. She had been silent as he sobbed on the way home, not knowing what to say or do to comfort him. She hadn't even lubricated her dildo and it had most likely been a rough and painful ride for him.

At Florida State Linda had slipped into the role of college stud. She pledged a sorority and they would have wild parties where the alcohol flowed freely. How many times has she woken up with a hangover next to some unfortunate 19-year-old secretary or file clerk with big tits and a sore ass from the reaming Linda had given him the night before? Most of the time she'd give them cabfare and indicate they should get their ass out of her room as soon as possible. It led to a few messy situations, but they tended to work themselves out.

A bad memory suddenly popped up as she remembered Paulie and Sammie, two boys who worked as chambermaids for one of the resort hotels in Tampa. One of the girls in the sorority, Nora White, had gotten pretty drunk and brought the two boys into her room. Once there, she had apparently looked the door and hidden the key. She had been an animal that night, brutally screwing the boys with her largest dildo. One of the boys had found the key and staggered downstairs. He'd broken a few dishes and woke up a few of the girls. There were bruises on his body, and he told how he and Sammie had been repeatedly beaten and raped by Nora. Linda still felt bad that they had driven the boys back to their apartments and gave them a few hundred dollars.

In her junior year everything changed. She was in the mall when a boy in front of her dropped a backpack. The backpack opened up and several high school textbooks spilled out, including books on basic bookkeeping and a sociology text. Linda knelt down and helped the boy retrieve the books and some papers which had also fallen on the floor.

He turned and squatted down, and as her eyes met his it was love at first sight for Linda. He brushed her hand slightly as he took the backpack, and she felt a tingle. She knew she didn't have much time before he left with his friends.

"Bookkeeping and sociology? Pretty heady stuff," she said.

His response shocked her. "You mean for a ditzy, teenage boy, right?" he snapped sharply. He turned and started to walk away.

She caught up with him and said, "I didn't mean it that way at all. I apologize if it came out that way.

He colored slightly, saying in a soft voice, "I'm sorry, that was totally out of line. Thank you for helping me."

She took good look at him. He was stunning, with big brown eyes and long dark hair. He wore a high school uniform, a red plaid skirt with a white blouse and a red jacket. His long legs were encased in black stockings and his shoes were simple black patent leather pumps. Atop his head he wore a cute pink French beret. He was a tall boy, with a thin waist and quite a bosom.

She held her hand out. "I'm Linda." He took it lightly and shook it.

"And I'm Gary."

Two other boys were with him, both dressed in the same uniform. "Come on Gary, we're meeting Teddy and Tommie at the food court in five minutes."

"Look, let me take you to lunch," Linda said.

He eyed her cautiously. "I have to be back at school by 6 PM to get ready for tonight's dance. You know we have to be there."

Linda knew it very well. High school boys were required to attend every school dance unless they had a date. For high school girls the dances were optional. They could to the movies or if they were fifteen, a bar. Linda remembered going to dances in high school where there must have been three boys for every girl. It had to really suck for the boys

He finally accepted her offer, and they had gone across the street and gotten some Chinese food. He even agreed to meet her in the park the next afternoon. She was a little disappointed when she saw him, wearing a shapeless dress and little, if any makeup. It was almost as if he was intentionally dressing down. He was still the prettiest boy there, and by the end of the afternoon they were holding hands.

The next week she took him out for a nice dinner. He called her into the high school dorm, and it came back to her how different it was for boys than girls in high school. Girls had almost complete freedom in high school, with no curfews or requirements of any type other than showing up for class. Whereas boys were restricted to the campus except on weekends, and were not allowed out after dark unless accompanied by a female, and even then had strict curfews. The boys' dormitory was always buzzing in the evenings, while the girls' dormitory was almost deserted.

They buzzed his room, and he showed up downstairs dressed to kill. He wore a thigh-high pink miniskirt with red leggings, a tight yellow blouse that showed off his large chest and red high heels. When they walked into the restaurant she watched every woman’s head turn.

After dinner as they walked back to the car, she asked if he wanted to come back to her college dorm. He looked nervous, and Linda tried to lighten the mood by saying she wouldn't bite. He almost looked like he was in tears as he told her he wanted to return to his high school dormitory.

They reached the car and got in. She took his hand, and held it in firmly in hers and said, "Gary, why are you afraid of me?"

He looked embarrassed and said in a soft voice, "Because you're a college girl, and I've never been alone in a room with a girl before, and they always tell us to be careful with college girls, and I'm a virgin, and I really like you, and"

Linda put her fingertips to his mouth and whispered, "Shush. It's all right. I wouldn't do anything you didn't want to me to do. And I would ask you first, if that's what you want. For example, do you mind if I kiss you?"

"I guess, I guess not," Gary stammered.

Linda leaned over and kissed him firmly and deeply. As she released him, he sighed in pleasure.

"There, that wasn't too bad, was it?" Linda asked. Gary blushed and giggled in a boyish way and said, No, now we can go to your place." Linda sighed inwardly, reminding herself that despite his looks he was a normal teenage boy, timid and shy around women.

It wasn't just the teenage boys. Men seemed to be naturally subservient to women. She had learned from her Sociology class how humans were unique among mammals in that the social order was not based solely on size and sheer strength. In virtually all of the animal queendom, the dominant sex in each species was the larger sex. Human evolution had allowed the smaller females to become the dominant sex because of their superior intellect and decision-making abilities. Women were the aggressors in all things, the hunters, the protectors. Men were passive and gentle, the nurturers. It was only natural than men should turn to women for protection.

They'd gone to her place and fooled around. Once Gary had relaxed, his inhibitions had disappeared. He could actually be aggressive in a playful sort of way. Linda found that most boys were so docile that she got bored after a few dates.

They spent as much of each weekend together as possible. It was a couple more dates before he'd allowed her to touch his breasts. And what breasts he had! Set firm and high on his chest, like two volleyballs. She'd unhooked his brassiere and fondled them gently, listening to him moan in pleasure. His nipples stiffened, and she took one in her mouth and sucked. He squealed in ecstasy, and placed her hand on his other breast. She stroked his one breast as she continued to suck the other one. He began to pant and Linda felt his body heating up. She'd never experienced it, but she had heard that some boys could actually be brought to orgasm just by playing with their tits. Reaching a crescendo, he closed his eyes and let out a scream. Gary had smiled the whole way back to the high school dormitory.

The next Friday night they had gone straight to Linda's dorm and necked. Embracing him tightly, she had reached inside his panties and caressed his bottom. She felt his body stiffen immediately. What's wrong, she had asked. She saw tears in his eyes as he admitted that he was scared.

Then the most unbelievable thing happened. Gary had stood up, removed all his clothing, and knelt face down on the bed, his naked buttocks slightly elevated. Linda could still remember the absurd conversation that had followed.

"Gary, what are you doing?" she had asked.

"I'm presenting myself to you," the boy replied.

"What in Goddess' name are you talking about?" Linda exclaimed.

Gary looked confused. "When a woman wants sex, and a man likes the woman, he should present himself to her. It's his duty as a man," Gary said solemnly.

"Where the hell did you get that nonsense? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard," Linda said.

Gary put his face in his hands and burst into tears. Linda took him into her arms, and consoled him and said,"Gary, I told you that everything we did would be things that we both wanted. I would never ask you to do something you weren't ready for."

Gary continued to sob softly as Linda held him. There was an old saying that the strongest aphrodisiac for a woman was a weeping man, and Linda could understand it. There was something incredibly sexy about a vulnerable, crying man. She got a blanket from a closet and covered the naked boy.

After Gary had calmed down they sat down on the couch and talked. Linda had asked where he got the information about a boy "presenting himself", and he admitted that it was from a sex manual that one of the boys in the dormitory had gotten from a girlfriend. Good Goddess, what did those boys learn in school, Linda thought. They had a date the next evening and she asked Gary to bring the sex manual along.

They ate in the next night, with Gary cooking lasagna. Linda was a typical college girl, barely able to boil water. Gary was a wonderful cook, but as he pointed out, he had lots of practice. Probably half of a boys' education consisted of classes in cooking, sewing, and the like. Linda wondered privately whether the theories about males not being academically included were true.

After dinner they looked at the sex manual Gary had brought with him. It was actually ten years old, and was distributed by the company that made Prelude capsules, a male sex aid. The cover had a picture of an attractive couple on it. A pretty man had on a sexy negligee that barely covered his substantial chest, and he wore a slightly nervous smile while his eyes looked down. A handsome woman stood by his side, eyeing him with a look of lust in her eyes, holding him tightly around his waist as if he were a possession of hers.

The book was clearly written for teenage boys. It was very simplistic, and constantly reinforced the idea that the role of men during sex was a passive one, letting the woman initiate all activity. And Gary was right, the book actually instructed a boy to "present himself" to a woman when she wanted sex and he was ready.

There was an entire section devoted to dildoes. The woman on the cover was pictured wearing a variety of different size dildoes, ranging from a small one of about ten inches, to a rather intimidating two-foot model that must have been three inches thick. The book discussed how a considerate woman will choose what size dildo to use with her partner, but a boy should be prepared to accept whatever she decides.

While they looked at the book Gary was quivering slightly. Linda could tell the boy was a little scared, and held him tightly to comfort him. They reached a chapter on the actual act of sexual intercourse. The book explained how as a man became aroused the hormones in his body would instruct his body to produce anal lubricants, making it easier for a woman to penetrate him. The book noted that many boys do not produce the proper amount of lubrication, and that was where Prelude capsules came in. Slightly smaller than a chicken egg, they contained a generous supply of safe, artificial anal lubricants and a mild sedative. Once inserted into the rectum, a boy's natural body heat would dissolve the outer shell and release the lubricants. The sedative would relax him, calming the natural fears that a boy has during sexual intercourse. Feelings of helplessness, which are normal enough for a boy during everyday life, only intensified during sex. There was an old saying, Linda thought, that women fuck and men are fucked, and it was basically true.

Linda had read numerous articles about what women and men got out of sex. For men, they always first talked about the physical part, how an anal orgasm was an incredible experience. And the psychological part, how allowing a woman to penetrate you is part of a man's basic psyche, their innate desire to demonstrate their subjugation to their women. It was a man's way to let the woman know that he is hers to command. For a lot of women, sex was a way to prove their femininity, a kind of a power trip. Linda had to admit to herself that it was a pretty intense feeling of power when she, all five foot and one hundred pounds of her, was ramming a boy a foot taller and twice her weight with a large dildo. It was a feeling of total control, and it felt damn good. But in reality, sex mirrored everyday life. Men were as powerless in other aspects of their life as they were during sex. She wondered what it would be like to be a man, having to worry about being assaulted or molested, knowing that even a group of men were not safe at night. Last week five adult males were raped by three teenage girls. What they were doing out at night downtown was beyond Linda. Gary was no different from most boys, and clung tightly to Linda when they were out after dark.

"Gary, I want to make love to you tonight," Linda whispered in his ear. Gary nodded silently, and took his purse with him as he went into her bedroom. "Give me five minutes," he said softly as he closed the doors. Linda stripped down to her boxer shorts and tee shirt, the small lumps of her strapped breasts barely visible. After a few more minutes, she knocked on the bedroom door and heard a tiny voice say, "Come in."

Gary wore a frilly pink satin baby-doll nightgown. His firm breasts jutted out of the top, and the globes of his sweet, tight ass were exposed. Linda resisted the urge to take him right then and there, and sat next to him and put her arm around the boy. Gary looked at her and said, "I think I need some help. I'm aroused but I'm still dry."

Linda went into the bathroom and took a box containing a Prelude capsule out of the medicine cabinet. She started to hand the box to Gary but he shyly told her he didn't know how to use it. Opening the box, she removed the capsule, tore open the package of the insertion gel, and smeared it on the capsule. "I want you to lie on your side, close your eyes and relax," she told the boy. He obeyed, and she took the capsule and gently pushed it into Gary's rectum.

"There," she said, "all done." Linda kissed his cheek and hugged him. He smiled shyly, and she kissed him on the mouth and cupped his breast, stroking the nipple and seeing it stiffen almost immediately. After a few minutes Gary began to get that dreamy look in his eyes that a boy got after taking a Prelude capsule. Linda reached down and stroked his left buttock and lightly ran her finger along the lips of his crevice. She felt an unbelievable surge of lust and knew it was time. She leapt up and took out her harness and strapped it over her boxers. She opened the night table drawer and took out a twelve-inch dildo she had bought just for the occasion. She inserted it into the harness, smeared some KY jelly on it just in case, and gently turned Gary over so he was flat on his stomach.

Gary picked his head up and whispered, "Please be gentle."

"I will, sweetie," Linda said and stroked his hair. She straddled his prone, helpless body, reached under with both her hands and cupped his breasts as she positioned her dildo and thrust it into rectum. She was gentle but firm, with long, even thrusts, her body letting his know she was fully in command. Gary's body began to move in unison with hers, and he was taking all twelve inches. She began to pant and moan, and finally let out a long, "Ohhhh yes!" She slowly slid the dildo out of his body and fell off to the side.

Linda took a few deep breaths and then heard Gary weeping softly. A boy's first time was always a little painful. She got a post-coital suppository and carefully inserted it into his rectum, and then held the crying lad. He looked at her tearfully and asked, "Was it good for you?"

"Gary, it was incredible," Linda replied. A smile came to his face; the fact that he had pleased his woman made it all right.

To be continued