Matrichal Femdomocratic Society
Every Femdomocracy is unique. Most share broad patterns. Female individuality ensures varied development. Female supremacy takes surprising forms.
On this planet, men began the move to Matriarchy. Technology created wealth and expanded human possibilities.
But only for an elite. Too many women and men lived in poverty and without healthcare. Basic needs went unmet.
Greed killed generosity. Women and men suffered in poverty. Children died needlessly.
Everyone agreed: the world must change, or civilization would end.
Change seemed impossible. Progress eluded humankind. Even good-hearted people drowned in bitterness and fear.
Or was it only males who could not evolve. Males created the world’s ills. Fought sane solutions.
Males even poisoned female minds.
Was maleness a disease? Was masculinity a social cancer?
Cultural blinders fell away. Yes, man mismanaged the world. Malekind misused power.
Men themselves agreed. In what historians call “The Great Miracle” men voted themselves out of power.
The male franchise ended the day the new Matritopian Congress met. Only women run for political office. Only women vote.
Restructuring the world required decades.
Women received higher education. Males went to trade schools to learn the banausic skills appropriate to what was now classified as “man’s work.”
The world was made anew.
Men complete tasks requiring neither intelligence nor imagination. Men sweep floors, clean toilets, carry heavy loads, polish boots, weed gardens, etc.
Only women own property. Men are property. Mistress Owners buy, sell and trade men.
An exceptional male spends his life as the valued servant of a single woman. These servitors are the closest things to husbands. When marriage ended, the term husband became defunct. A historical curiosity.
Unattached males live in high-rise apartment blocks. They live in tiny four-bedroom apartments. Four men share kitchen, bathroom, dining and living rooms.
Twenty-five apartments, one hundred men per floor, fifteen floors, the average high-rise holds five thousand men.
A Mistress Supervisor monitors each floor. Despite high salaries, the job rotates among groups of women. Close contact with so many inferiors engenders disgust and stress.
Mistress Supervisors punish misbehavior. Their charges attended all Matriarchal Church services and complete reading assignments (men spend their lives studying female achievement and the philosophy of female superiority).
The men work and worship. Between chores men devote their hearts to prayer. Not to unknown gods or imaginary friends. They pray to the living Goddesses who own them.
“Frivolity and pleasure only confuse male minds.” (Femdomosophic Fragments)
Idleness earns extra corporal punishment. Laziness is irreverence.
The best males embrace their servitude. Glory in the least tasks. Serving womankind is malekind’s destiny.
Men live in chastity. Thwarted sexual desire enhances eagerness to please.
Good men enjoy annual orgasms. Mistress Owners tease and deny their beloved best servants. Unlock them as often as thrice yearly.
Less satisfactory men remain locked in chastity tubes forever.
In the presence of women, males keep eyes lowered and speak with soft, pleasing humble voice.
Personal slavery is the highest status a male achieves. Every man dreams of becoming a Mistress Owner’s personal servitor.
Every male aspires to live at a woman’s feet. Serving her least needs. Gratifying her every whim.
Mistress Owners never forget their chattels’ inferiority. But flawless servitude, unstinting adoration earns kindness.
Even the best man is only a slave. Woman’s chattel, her plaything to do with as she will.
Seeing the need to please her, unquestioning reverence softens women’s hearts. A man is still only male. But his eagerness to serve, his need to worship mark him as a good slave.
Such men learn to serve without orders. They anticipate Mistress’ desires. Engrave her preferences in their hearts.
The most worthy man can become a woman’s pet.