(Magdelyn K. Bordeaux)
“Welcome. Welcome. If everyone will just settle down and find a seat. Find a seat. Thank you. For those who don’t know me, I am Anita Seamen, President of SFLRC. I’d like to thank everyone who make it out tonight. It’s a very large turn out. The Society for Female Led Relationships and Cuckoldry is celebrating five years as a community benefit organization. Girl, what a year it’s been. To celebrate, we’ll be throwing our annual gala two weeks from now, Friday. I expect to see you all there, and see a lot more of you, if you know what I mean. Cocktails at six, followed by a sitdown dinner and dancing. Skinny dipping is again mandatory if you’re going into the pool. And again, intimacy is allowed in the pool and all common areas. The afterparty, of course, should be a fabulous. We have more people this year than ever for the Cuck and Bull Gang Bang. Remember, all FLR gentlemen are expected to report for both pre-event preparation and post-party cleanup. Ladies, ensure your charge arrives on time. We’re thrilled that Candy Cumming was able to host this month’s meeting. As you know, Candy, with her husband Jack Khannov, are big benefactors of the SFLRC, and so many other charitable events in the community. Stand up Candy. Let everybody see you.”
“Thank you,” said Candy as she and Jack stood up to a round of applause, “Thank you so much. It’s a privilege to be part of this wonderful community.”
“As head of household,” President Seamen continued, “Candy is a socialite and spends her time with charity work and grant making. Jack is our society intellectual and SFLRC historian, having taken a B.A., magna cum laude, from Hebrew Union College, where he studied Critical Race Theory, with a minor in Contemporary Jewish Thought. He holds a Ph.D. from Brandeis University. His doctoral thesis was entitled, Critical Theory of White Male Privilege Through a Feminist Intersectional Paradigm. Jack is also our event custodian, in charge of keeping the ladies toilets pristine at all events. Candy and Jack, of course are FLR, but also practitioners of matriarchy, with elements of domestic discipline, corporal punishment, chastity and cuckoldry. A big round of applause, please. Thank you. With that, let’s go around and have the officers introduce yourselves.”
“Hi. I guess I’ll start. I’m Amanda Lay, Vice President. I’m here with my lover and owner, Dick Black, or as I call him, Big Daddy. Unfortunately my husband, Seth, couldn’t be here tonight because he’s again working double shifts. My husband and I are a practicing FLR couple, but also a black owned couple. I’m so happy that Big Daddy Black could be here today. He’s so busy with his harem of couples that this is really a treat. I do have an announcement. Well, I have a couple of announcements. First, I’d like to announce that Seth and I are expecting. Yes. Yes. I am pregnant with Big Daddy’s child. Second, I’m very sad to announce that Big Daddy Black has put us up for sale. He is in contract with new owners, and financing to be approved any day. So, I’m sorry to say that I will not have the privilege of serving Big Daddy for much longer. Correct me if I’m wrong Big Daddy, but the new owners are a minority owned limited liability partnership of five partners, so we will continue to be black owned. Big Daddy, did you want to say anything?”
“I suppose. Again, I’m Dick Black, known as Big Daddy to chattel. I’m an investor in the white couple slave markets, which means I buy, train, improve and flip white couples. I know there are several of you here today who are registered for the market and available for purchase. In fact, I have just closed on a new investment. So, I guess I’ll make it public and announce that I’ve recently purchased your president, Anita Seamen. As part of the flipping process, I’ve decided to get rid of the toxic assets of the deal, so I ended Anita’s relationship with her companion, Ephraim. I also ended her employment. I will be getting her a new mate, registering them for marriage, and selling them off as a couple. So, President Seamen, you are to call me Big Daddy from now on.”
“Thank you, Big Daddy,” said Anita, “I didn’t want to make any announcements until I was sure it was alright with you, Big Daddy. The closing took place this morning, with the consummation immediately following. I’ll be entering into an intensive obedience school, followed by a sex slavery training program and physical fitness regimen, so Vice President Lay will be helping me with society administration. She’ll be the main point of contact for the next three months or so. Layla, did you want to go next?”
“One more thing,” interjected Dick Black, “I see some fellow black brothers here. Any of you not in FLR relationships, and interested in the black owned, white couple industry, please see me. The initial capital investment is high. But, the return on investment is significant, with good returns on exploitation. All slave earnings above living expenses go the owner. Because overtime laws do not apply to slaves, güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri they can make extra income for the investor by having them work double shifts. Slaves can also be pimped as a revenue generation mechanism, and there are substantial profits on resale. With changes to federal bankruptcy law that place debtor couples onto the slave registry, I see huge industry growth. See me after the meeting if interested.”
“Greetings all. I’m Layla Cox, Secretary for SFLRC. I’m here with my husband, the former Eaton Beaver, now known as, Eaton Cox. I’m accompanied with one of my lovers, Major Johnson. Of course we are FLR. A little about our relationship, I wear the pants in the family, and have final say on all familial decisions. I am the breadwinner, and Eaton is a homemaker. We met our first year of college and married young during our freshman year. I needed a helpmate and homemaker to take care of the home front, so I could focus on school and career. I made Eaton drop out of school after he got his ‘MR degree.’ Our relationship has elements of chastity and cuckoldry. I’ve recently enrolled Eaton in ‘faggot conversion therapy,’ after I found out he’d been going to porn theaters and openly masturbating. So, any of the gay gentlemen in the room, or even those involuntary celibate beta males like Eaton whose only release is masturbation or cruising for gay sex, may see him loitering in gay sex venues and sucking cock with his therapist. He spends eight hours a day in the Tea Bag Theater in the industrial district, with balls bouncing off his chin, sucking cock and swallowing semen. If you see him there, please help in his therapy and sick your cock in his mouth. It’s a really exciting to see the changes therapy has had on his personality. He had been addicted to straight porn, which I view as degrading to women. I guess it was my fault. He so rarely had the opportunity to engage in intimacy. Through therapy, his straight porn addiction is gone. Now gay porn get’s him hard, with straight porn having little to no effect. I’m really looking forward to being his fag hag. Mr. Johnson, did you want so say anything.”
“Thank you. I have a couple of words. I don’t know if y’all have noticed, but I am African-American. You know, that group of people y’all call niggers behind closed doors. I am here with Layla and what’s-his-name, but am also here as a liaison and representative of the Militant Reparations Guerrilla Faction. We’re an organization of militant activists promoting reparations owed to those marginalized communities that have been victimized by systematic and historic discrimination. Our organization is active in the promotion of the black-in-white and black-bred lifestyles, wherein white females take black lovers and have black babies to repay their debt for the injustices visited upon our good and noble people. We are also active in the movement to decriminalize interracial mating by striking rape and sexual assault statutes from the penal code as they pertain to black men who engage in sexual relations with white women. I am passing around a notepad. If the white ladies in the room, whether attached or not, could put their name, address, telephone number and email down, I’d appreciate it. Thank you.”
“With that,” Anita Seamen said, “and with your permission Big Daddy, I invite everyone to help themselves to a cocktail or three, before we break into discussion groups. You’ll see servers bringing around hors d’oeuvres. Discussion can revolve around anything, but our theme tonight is, ‘Changing societal expectations and responsibilities in a time of racial, sexual, and LGBT dynamism.’ Of course, don’t feel obligated to limit your discussion to the theme.”
The participants slowly separated into several discussion groups. Candy Cumming and her husband, joined a group of other members and prospective members, who had pulled their chairs into a circle. The group included Major Johnson, Mona Lott, Peter Puller, Ayema Hoare, Michael Hunt, Shaniqua Hiscock, and Fonda Peters. As President Seamen was about to sit down to join their group, Big Daddy took hold of her and forced her to the floor right in the middle of the circle. He reached up her dress and pulled her panties off, and spread her knees wide. She pulled up the hem of her dress above her waist. On his knees between her legs, he unbuckled his belt, opened his pants, and pulled down the band of his underwear and tucked them underneath his big balls. His large, engorged, uncircumcised erect penis protruded upwards.
“Oh, my God,” said Candy, “It’s huge.” Jack gave her a quick side-glance, and tried to hide his jealousy. Jack’s cock began to get hard in its cage, and his balls began to ache. The reactions of those who could see Big Daddy’s cock convinced the other members of the discussion group to get up from their chairs and position themselves to see. Big Daddy took his cock into his hand and rubbed it slowly, up and down. He positioned its mushroom head so it touched Anita between the lips of her vulva. He lifted güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri the tip up and down, wetting her lips with the sticky precum dripping out of the end. Pushing into her slightly, he moved back and forth, entering her a little at a time, further and deeper. It took a couple of minutes of this delicate rhythm before her pussy was ready to fully sear his cock. “Big Daddy,” said Anita, “I’m not on birth control.” He thrust it hard deep down inside her, pushing it all the way until his balls bounced against her.
“It hurts, Daddy,” she said.
“You want I should shove it up your ass?” replied Big Daddy.
Anita let out a squeal of pain. By this time the entire room gathered around. He lay his body onto hers, reached under her and grabbed ahold of each lobe of her ass with his big hands. He pulled his cock back and gave her another hard thrust, and began pumping her over-stretched cunt. Anita Seamen breathed deeply, letting out repeated cries, building up into operatic moans of her impending orgasm. Big Daddy groaned like a rutting bull. He let out a savage grunt and exploded into her.
The room cheered and began clap. Big Daddy lay on top of Anita Seamen, breathing heavily and perspiring. The room quieted down. “I can see why they call him Big Daddy,” said Candy.
“Was that really necessary?” lamented Jack.
“Was what really necessary?” shot back Candy.
“The whole thing. This whole display,” he replied angrily.
“You just earned yourself a paddling, little man,” said Candy, “Get your ass into the bedroom. Have the paddle ready when I get there.”
“I’m sorry,” whined Jack, “Not in front of the membership. Can you beat after the meeting, please?”
“Now you’ve lost your clothing privileges, mister,” she replied, “Get in there and strip down, and get the paddle ready.”
Jack got up and made his way to the bedroom in an agitated state. “It’s not fair,” he said as he crossed the room, “I’m always get blamed.”
“I’m so sorry Big Daddy,” said Candy, “You’ll have to excuse me everybody. Obviously, I haven’t been doing my job. Ladies and gentlemen, excuse me for just a few moments. Please enjoy the discussion. I’ll be back.”
Candy got up and briskly walked across the room toward her bedroom. She strode with purpose upon her spiked heels, entering the bedroom.
From the adjoining bedroom the guests were audience to a thud, followed by a moan. “Ow,” cried Jack. “I’m sorry,” he shrieked. Nine hard strokes followed with an unsparingly brutality to his bare backside by a broad hardwood paddle perforated with holes drilled into it. When the paddling had ceased, he was sobbing heavily. “I’m Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.” He began whimpered.
“You can come out when you stop crying,” said Candy.
Candy exited the bedroom, while her guests were chatting and sipping cocktails. “I’m so sorry, everyone,” she said.
“Well,” said Dixon Kuntz, a member of Candy’s discussion group, “You certainly handled that rather well.”
“Bravo,” Ayema Hoare, “Immediate consequences is really the best practice.”
The room quieted into a murmur, punctuated by laughter. Hor d’oeuvres were circulating the room, wine glasses refilled and cocktails replaced. A while had passed before Jack came to the bedroom door, undressed, but for his chastity device. His eyes were red.
“Are you done crying?” said Candy, “Come on out if you think you can behave yourself? Over here. Corner time. Go to your special place. On you knees. Face the corner. Keep quiet. The adults are talking.”
Jack made his way across the room. As Jack passed the group, Mona Lott, looked at Jack’s caged cock and balls. Jack kneeled into a corner near where Candy and the others were discussing ideas for new legislation to mandate the presumption of female led marriage. They discussed activism methods to get codification of a bill of rights for dominant women, and a bill of responsibilities for husbands that would continue even in the event of divorce.
“His balls are so big and blue,” Mona said to Candy, “Is that healthy?”
“It’s perfectly healthy,” replied Candy, “Sometimes it’s very uncomfortable for him. Though, he doesn’t take it well when I kick him in the balls. But, that’s part of the benefit of his being blue balled. It’s a really good disciplinary measure. I allow him to masturbate on his birthday, and he can earn a monthly ejaculation, if he has more good behavior credits than demerits. He just earned himself a month without masturbation with his little outburst. In it’s place, I maintain him with ruined orgasms for health reasons. He gets a release up to thirteen times – twice in his birth month.”
“It’s more than men deserve,” interjected Shaniqua.
“I know. But, It’s been a hard year for Jack,” Candy said turning to see him in the corner, with his red, bruised and blistered ass on display; a sign of female authority to the women in the room, and a warning to the FLR men. The intimacy I allowed early in our marriage güvenilir bahis şirketleri has ceased, and I’ve reduced his masturbation, so he often get’s excited but doesn’t get relief. Of course, I’ve taken lovers, men and women. He finds it difficult to share his bed with another man making love to me. I’m very expressive when laid. It’s been really challenging for him. My addiction to porn is hard on him as well. I lull myself to sleep masturbating to interracial porn. I have eclectic tastes in erotica. BBC is my go to, though. By the way, Mr. Johnson, I’ve put my information on your sheet, and look forward to doing my part. If you have time tonight, I can start making reparations, if you don’t mind sharing the bed with me and my husband.”
“I am new to all this, said Shaniqua, “But, I’m looking to have a female led relationship with a white husband. I’m really interested in several aspects of FLR; cuckoldry and chastity. But the dynamic I’m pursuing is plantation slavery. I want a husband that I can beat. I also want a man who I can put into the fields to do hard labor. I’ve created a hard labor course in the backyard of my house, involving the continuous lifting and moving of heavy rocks. I’m waiting for the day I can have my husband singing old negro spirituals as he spends his day doing back-breaking labor. I don’t want to have to purchase a husband from the slave market. My only concern with permanent chastity is about my needs being met when I don’t have a lover around.”
“Jack spends a great deal of time with his face between my thighs,” said Candy, “When I’m really horny and no real man is around, I’ve kept him down there for hours. I’ve recently started really enjoying his face in my ass. Personal hygiene is very important to me, and I like have him keep my intimate areas pristinely clean.”
“How did you decide to settle down with Jack?” asked Mona.
“I always knew I wanted to start a family. Security and shared-parenting are really important to me. I’m very family oriented,” replied Candy, “I want to have a baby. Not Jack’s, of course. Jack will be a good father. But realistically, I married Jack for his money.”
“I thought I saw him working at McDonald’s,” said Shaniqua, “Isn’t he a cashier? Every time I go in there, no matter what time of day or night, I see him working at McDonald’s.”
“Yes. His McDonald’s career has spanned over three years, now. I think it is a really good fit. I see him eventually retiring from McDonald’s as an entry level cashier. He has a great deal inherited money, you know. Pursuant to our prenuptial agreement, I manage his wealth, most of which will pass to me upon his death or in the unlikely event he were to attempt divorce. I made him take the job because I needed alone time, and wanted control of his whereabouts. Also, the franchise where he works has a lot of available overtime, and I can determine how much he works. He works upwards of 70 to 80 hours a week flipping burgers and asking, “Would you like fries with that?” I go in every so often for a Coca Cola, small french fries, and to socialize with the owner, Ivanna Gitov. I was able to get him the job because I am good friends with Ivanna. I know her through the gynarchy mentoring group I attend. She’s a fellow female supremacist, and keeps on eye on him for me.”
“I heard that he used to be a professor at Berkeley,” said Ayema.
“He was. That’s how we met. I was a student in his class, ‘Ovular on Comparative Applied Dialectics From the Socratic Method to Marxian Dialectical Materialism in the Context Patriarchal Suppression of Menstrual Liberation: Is Castration the Only Solution?’ I assume he taught the class so he could perv and creep on the co-eds. He’s a creepy pervert when not under a woman’s control. I was a freshwoman in the Gender and Women’s Studies Department. I used to subscribe to a sex positive school of radical feminism, and would come to class inappropriately underdressed. Most people thought I was a lipstick lesbian, when in reality I just hate men. He gave me an “A” in the class, as I sailed toward a degree, even though I can’t spell dialectic to this day, didn’t study, rarely attended class, and failed to show up for the final. Unfortunately, I didn’t graduate because one of the required courses was a lecture taught by a tenured professor who was neither male, nor a lesbian. I just couldn’t get passed that class.”
“So you and Jack starting dating?” asked Fonda Peters, “One of those professor, co-ed relationships?”
“Oh, goodness gracious, no. Right after his course ended he invited me to office hours, and proceeded to ask me out for coffee. Of course, right-away I filed a Title IX sexual harassment claim, accusing him of rape. He had been stare-raping me all semester. The university suspended him, quickly finding my allegation of rape was true. He was almost immediately terminated. I almost felt a pang of guilt when I realized he was just three weeks away from making tenure. But, I had to think of the threat he posed to my fellow sisters. College is supposed to be safe space; a place to confirm and reinforce appropriate progressive speech, conduct, and parameters of acceptable thought and discourse. I think this is especially true for men, who need to be detoxified and allowed expressions of masculinities based on models other than manhood or maleness.”