A Mans World

Little did Tanya know that her whole world was about to change, but not just hers – all women-kind. She woke up to the sound of her alarm and quickly got herself ready for her £200,000 a year highly powerful job in the city. Tanya had a reputation of being ruthless, often sited as the woman who wore her balls on her chest and a nice chest it was at 32DD bra size.

She just returned from a 3 week holiday in the Maldives and today was going to be first day she returned to work. She jumped in her Mercedes sports car oblivious to the stares she was getting as she drove with ultimate power down the motorway. Tanya was 23 years old, blond, slim and her assets were both physical and intellectual. She was single, no time for men which she saw as a hassle in her life she did not need.

She arrived at work and her parking space was taken, “heads will roll for that” she thought as she searched for another space. She was one of the only women in her company, all other women occupied typical female roles as receptionists; PA’s; cleaners this led to Tanya being very unliked by the males whose power was challenged and women who she regarded as stupid.

She made her way to the office complex after finding a space on the other side of the complex, as she arrived at reception she looked in disgust at the receptionist sitting behind the desk, “what on earth was she wearing?” thought Tanya as she made her way to the lift. The receptionist wore the most lowest cut top barely covering her nipples and no bra.

Tanya put an end to that type of dressing a few years ago when she first started, although the company specialised in sports car marketing, other managers felt that the clientele expected scantly clad women to work at their company but Tanya won her argument and that day onwards all women dressed respectfully in business suits. The receptionist wearing a bright neon pink tight tee-shirt, showing her mid rift and left little to the imagination.

As Tanya arrived at her floor she had to walk passed all the PA’s and Secretaries on the way to her office, Tanya was shocked to see that the standards in clothing had also affected all the women working. If things could not get any worse she arrived at the doors of her office and noticed another person’s name on the door!. She walked in wanting to know what on earth was going on and was shocked to see the new tenant of her office receiving a blow job from her PA.

“ What do you think you are doing!” she screamed
“ Ah, Tanya welcome back” said Tom who smirked at her whilst Lisa the PA carried on sucking
“ Welcome back? What are you doing!!” she said as she removed her coat
“ Tanya, this is not your office any more and Mr Benson is expecting you when you arrive”
Mr Benson was the company director, he did not like Tanya very much but found it hard to get rid of her thanks to her being good at her job and also protected by the sex discrimination act. She grabbed her coat and walked down the corridor to see Mr Benson
“ Tanya” he said smiling “nice trip? Weather good? Pity we cant see your tan under than nun’s outfit!” he said and laughed at his own joke, Tanya was shocked “take a seat” he offered
She sat down and looked at him wondering what tricks he was up to in her absence.
“ I’m surprised to see you, but hoped you would return” he said intriguingly, but Tanya looked at him blank, what did he mean she thought. “So how can I help you” he asked. Tanya was now in a state of confusion
“ Tom, who is in my office has said you wanted to see ME!” she said in annoyance
“ Tom is in your office?” Mr Benson replied as if he was confused “that cant be!” he affirmed
“ Well he is in there right now, get his balls sucked off by my PA” Tanya stated with a hint of anger “so it can be”
“ Sorry Tanya, you misunderstand” said Mr Benson “It cant be as you don’t have an office or a PA” he stated very calmly. Tanya, normally calm and collective was trained never to act as if she did not know something and was an excellent bluffer in business but had lost her composure.
“ What are you talking about?” she said almost jumping out of her chair in frustration.
“ Ah, I see your 3 weeks away on a remote Island has left you out of the loop, let me explain” he said in a patronising tone. “You see, the Traditionalist Party won the elections the day you flew away and things have changed in the country as a result”

The Traditionalist Party campaigned to get women back in the kitchen and give control back to men. In their manifesto there could only be 2 types of women 1). housewives who obeyed and served their men at home 2). Whores who were unmarried and had to obey and serve men sexually until they were chosen by men to be married. Tanya did not care much for politics but never thought in her wildest dreams this would be legally possible.

Tanya looked at Mr Benson “So what are you saying?” as she said that line she realised that she was coming across nervous and unsure.
“ I am saying, Tanya that in this country you can not have an office or a parking space as you are a woman, in fact you can’t have a job either” she said breaking it down to Tanya.
“ But all of those women out there have a job” she said as she pointed to all of those [stupid] women now dressed like whores.
“ Well, that is not true. They are placed here… they no longer get paid but have to do their service, all of the married women have gone and unmarried women have to undertake service for the government which is to serve men…. it’s brilliant for us as a company as our salary bill was reduced by 60% now they are here for free boosting our profit margin, the new Prime Minister is a genius business is booming!” he said excitingly almost as if he forgot that he was talking to a women.

Tanya was in disbelief, this must be a joke she went into a day dream trying to digest what he was saying not realising he was on the phone to the Police at the same time. When he got off the phone he gave Tanya a leaflet to read and watched her horrified face as she read it. The leaflet was a government advisory note titled: “The Sexism Reinforcement Act in a nutshell” she opened the leaflet thinking if this was a joke, Mr Benson had gone through a lot of trouble to get this printed. The leaflet now explained to Tanya her role in the eyes of law as a woman which explained the two types of women, the fact that they could not hold a paid job, they could not own property, they could not drive, they had to wear certain clothes, they could not have bank accounts, they had to all undertake service if not married.

Tanya was mid way through reading, her stomach turning with fear and anger as she now had less rights than a dog. She could feel Mr Benson getting aroused by the degrading look on her face. She was interrupted by a knock at the office door and turned to see two male Police Officers enter.
“ Hello Officers” Mr Benson said in a welcoming voice “This is Tanya and I am sure you can see there are violations under the new act she is committing, in her defence she has been on holiday and did not know but the law is the law”
Tanya was now scared, what did this mean but also was frustrated by the sucking up attitude Mr Benson was showing the Officers and the enjoyment he was gaining from her plight. The Officers were smirking as they reassured Mr Benson he did the right thing and approached Tanya and grabbed her out of the seat she occupied. Tanya knew resisting would be futile but still asked
“ Where are you taking me?” She asked the officers who choose to ignore her as they grabbed her arm “hello? I have a right to know where you are taking me!” She screamed
“ She is a fiery one ain’t she” said the Officer to Mr Benson as they all laughed at her pathetic attempts to regain control
“ Tanya, baby I gave you the leaflet which outlined your rights, so please go calmly with this kind Officers or they would have to cuff you” Mr Benson said in a caring voice which calmed Tanya down. But that was not Mr Benson’s intention, seeing her cuffed would be the ultimate humiliation and give him the biggest hard on he had ever had. “She used to be a right bitch, ordering men around like they were stupid, so this is hard for her” said Mr Benson to the Officers

Tanya was enraged, but the Officers read between the lines and gave Mr Benson his desire. They hated women like Tanya and used this new law to put women like her in their place, the fact they acquired a woman who thought she was superior to men triggered off an evil streak in them to avenge justice on bitches like her. But Tanya did not realise that straight away and her arrogance prevailed as Mr Benson’s winding up led her to get angry. Before she knew it she was pushed to the floor on her knees by the two officers, her arms cuffed behind her back making her boobs protrude out so fast her blouse buttons popped, duct tape was applied to her mouth to stop her protests and a collar with a leash applied to her neck. It all happened in a matter of seconds as the Officers were obviously well trained in this method of restraint. The tugged on her leash but her long skirt was trapped around her legs making it hard for her to crawl, the officer came behind her and with a knife from his belt he cut the skirt off of her leaving her in her stockings and French knickers.

Tanya looked up as Mr Benson was opening all 4 blinds to the internal windows of the office improving the view of the all male crowd outside. The women had not been given permission to leave their desks but were trying to catch a glimpse through the sea of male bodies. There was about 20 men looking through, laughing and pointing, she felt like an animal at a zoo. The cheers grew as the officers placed the cuffs, leash and collar on her. She looked at the crowd noticing all the male managers that already hated her and all the men she used to managed who were now in control, she could not look at them anymore as she felt ashamed.
The Officers realised that an audience was growing outside and how much this was upsetting Tanya that they took their time doing what they needed to do to prolong her suffering. They left her there facing the audience of humiliation whilst they asked Mr Benson for files and paperwork. He opened the door to leave the office and get the files requested, he said something as he walked past the men which led them to roar in laughter as they patted him on the back in some well done gesture. Now the door was opened she could hear what was being said and the men started to hurl abuse and comments at her and about her.

“ great set of boobs bitch!” one shouted “for a prude she wears some sexy underwear” shouted another “she deserved this” said another “smile whore your on camera” which led Tanya to look up to see if this was true and then saw Graham, one of her staff members who she had sacked the day before she went on holiday with a camcorder aimed at her. She looked at the Officers in a vain illusion that they would confiscate the camera, diffuse the crowd and close the blinds and doors, but they laughed in tandem with the crowds comments.

Mr Benson arrived back with files, leaving the door open as he entered. The crowd silenced as Mr Benson explained to the Officers where she lived, what assets she owned, where her car was parked and her bank account details. “She is unmarried” he said “So she doesn’t have an owner to collect her from the station”. What did they mean she thought, the leaflet said she was not allowed own property so where was she going to live.

“ Are you declaring an interest of ownership Mr Benson” asked the Officer. Tanya’s heart was beating part of her wanted him to say no as the idea of him owning her made her feel physically sick, but another part wanted his help as at least she knew him and she had no idea of what the alternatives were. She waited for what seemed like hours but was barely seconds for his response however he gave his response in either a shake or a nod.

The Officer grabbed the leash and thanked Mr Benson for his time, then pulled on the leash to guide Tanya out of the office where the audience commenced with their jeering. Tanya crawled on all fours, her ass stuck up in the air wiggling as she put one leg in front of the other. Her boobs dangling out of her bra and blouse, she faced down but could hear the crowds following her and she passing by more and more men as she tried to identify who from their shoes. Finally she had respite in the lift, the floor was cold as she went from carpet to marble. She sat on her knees on the floor listening to the Officers talk about her like she was not there.

“ I love getting these calls to pick up sexism offenders” said Officer one
“ Ha Ha we are lucky to be placed in the SLUT Squad” joked the other
“ True, although we haven’t had one like this for a while” Said Officer one
“ Hmm, well these bitches who gave us men hell are getting what’s coming to them”

The lift doors opened and to Tanya’s dismay the crowd had taken the stairs and were already at reception, word had got around and the crowd had grown with what felt like every male employee including the mail room staff. There were also clients, all male with excited looks on their faces as she resumed position and crawled out of the lift through the large lobby and towards the exit, she could feel all of the camera phone on her and pleads for her to look up but she held her head down. Both of the Officers were in front of her guiding her out so they did not see the spanks across her ass the crowd gave her or the way that some of them spat at her. Finally she was at the doors, she look at the Police van with “Dogs Section” written on the side, the final insult to this episode as she climbed into the back and the doors closed.
The Police Van stopped and the back doors opened, she looked up and it didn’t feel or look like a Police Station, she climbed out of the van as the Officer grabbed her leash and clicked his fingers pointing to the floor, without thinking she got on all fours and began to crawl. As she crawled she thought about what was happening to her, within hours she had become obedient getting on her knees just because a man who earned about £20k a year clicked his fingers.
She was led into an old factory style building, they had not yet changed the signs properly but new makeshift signs saying “Slut Factory” were stuck around the entrance. What if this was all fake and Mr Benson had kidnapped her, fake Officers, fake laws her mind was playing tricks with her but it was not true.

She arrived at the reception to be booked in, her files handed over to the custody sergeant who skimmed the details. She had never seen this file before, all employers were asked to fill this in as part of the transfer of power and Mr Benson was suddenly on time with his paperwork.

“ Tanya Jones?” asked the sergeant and Tanya nodded still gagged by the duct tape
“ £200k a year!” he said in surprise “You’re the type of slut who stolen powerful jobs that belonged to men? My favourite type!” he said laughing “Get her prepared” he ordered the officers as they led her to a room called the “Prep Room”. As the doors flung open there was a conveyor belt which she was ordered to climb upon. Around the inside of this huge roller coaster type conveyor belt stood loads of men, she could see other women going around before a blindfold was attached to her.

The men were all working class, they looked like factory workers, builders or dustbin men who were now newly employed in this new “industry”

The belt started to move and stopped where she felt two pairs of hands starting to undress her, she was still cuffed so they ripped and cut the clothes off her body. The men took the opportunity to touch her nipples and feel her pussy commenting “she is tight”. Tanya felt sick, she was stuck up so the thought of being touched by low class men was her worst nightmare.

The belt moved to the next station where her cuffs were removed, she moved and was pushed back down by a heavy male hand “don’t move or it will hurt” said the man. Still blindfolded she laid there wondering what they going to do next. The belt moved and she was going up a slant finding herself slipping she grabbed the belt with her hands to stay in place. The belt stopped and she was stood up and dressed, she could not see how she was dressed but it was not in her usual attire. The belt continued stopping at various intervals including hair styling, make up, shoes. At every interval the men groped her and commented about her body.

She was then placed in a shopping trolley, cuffed to the inside and wheeled outdoors, it was cold especially compared to the climate of the Maldives where she was less that 24hrs previously but also heightened by the fact she was not wearing much. About an hour had gone by leaving Tanya with nothing except her thoughts, she was getting hungry but her mind was torturing herself as she remembered all of the men back at the office cheering at her torment. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of new trolleys passing her every 10minutes.

Over 3hrs of time lapsed before she felt her trolley move, it was now really cold and Tanya was strangely relived to be taken inside, “they done a good job on you” said the mysterious man who was pushing her. She was taken out of the trolley and a leash attached to the collar which had not been removed since the morning. She crawled in the direction of the pull and was sat in a corner, it was a huge space and she could hear loads of trolleys and leash chains around her. About 20mins later a man came over and placed a bowl in front of her, he pushed her face just above it so she knew where it was and said “dinner is served”. She had no idea what it was, but it stunk however she was hungry just hung over the bowl trying to convince herself to eat.

Another man approached her and bent down stroking her hair. “You better eat whore you can’t reject food” He said, she raised her head trying to ask through her gag what it was, but the man understood and whispered in her ear “dog biscuits in urine, if you don’t eat it there will be trouble” and walked away. Why did she ask she thought but found it in herself to lick away.

When dinner was over she was taken to a room where it felt 20 other women were also placed. A man came in and called himself a teacher and this was going to be lesson one. He began to speak outlining what the Traditionalist Party stood for and how in the next few days the Government was going to help these women adjust, help she thought! As the lesson went on they were told that they would have a show that evening where they will be selected on what class they would be going in. Those who pass the beauty contest will go in the A class and those deemed ugly would go in the B class. The beauty contest was based on figure, boob size and sexiness. “If you were in B class then you would be sent to boot camp where you would have to improve yourself with exercise or surgery to rectify your imperfections” said the teacher “you as a woman are on earth to please men and not being a sexy object makes you a failure”.

The class was dismissed and all women taken to their rooms, which resembled a prison cell. Tanya was finally allowed to remove her blind fold, she looked around at the room which had a computer, shelves full of make up, hair products and everything to allow women to groom themselves to being “sexy objects”. Tanya looked in the mirror, what had she become she realised her outfit was two rags one barely covering her 32DD boobs and the other a makeshift skirt. Her hair was cut all layered and curly, she had tons of make up on making her look cheap.

She looked at the computer which had an enveloped with had name left on the keyboard. The letter was from the new Prime Minister and it read:

“ Dear Slut,

Welcome to the Government Slut Factory, all of the staff and facilities are funded for by your old assets (property; bank balances; cars) that we have ceased possession of and sold – so thank you for your kind donation.

We believe that women have lost their way, we do not blame you as you were conned into believing that you had independence but after the country had been through two world wars we needed to rebuild and led you to think you had equal rights to men in order to use you to get our country’s economy back to a good state. Now we have achieved this you have to go back to your traditional role in serving men.

Tonight you will participate in an cattle auction where businessmen will be bidding for you, those women will go in class A if you are not sold we will have to put you in class B until you are rectified to be sold. Thousands of clothes companies have put there catalogues on a computer database for you to choose in preparation for this evening. Before some of you get excited all of the major clothes stores have followed the law in regards to what women are allowed to wear and have modified their designs or face prosecution.

In a few days I will send you a breakdown of how we have spent your donation. Thank you very much for being so kind

Regards”

Tanya was angry at the cheek in the way this was written, she did not donate her money and the fact she was paying for this nightmare was adding insult to injury. As she got caught up in her anger a reminder knock at the door saying that they had 3hrs until show-time. Without thinking Tanya logged on the computer and looked at the on-line catalogues, Tanya was always competitive and marketing was her field so she knew what sold suddenly Tanya was talking about her own body as a “Sexy Object”.

She placed orders for potential clothes and within 10mins they were delivered at the door, the factory had a warehouse on site. Tanya tried on the different skimpy slut outfits, but Tanya realised that she had ordered the most conservative items in the catalogue even if they did make her look like a whore, she needed to look like a crack whore.

She ran to the computer and re-ordered more clothes to try on, this time she ordered the most degrading outfits. She started to pace as whilst she waited for the delivery, this powerful feminist woman was suddenly she was a slut with the burning desire to impress as many men as possible with her body. Tanya did not know how this was happening and tried to block her old self out of her mind as this was distracting her from the objective of being an A Classer. The delivery came, she gave back the previous delivery and ran to the bed with excitement at her new orders.

She attached the nipple pads on her breasts which were in the shape of cat heads, they had little green crystals as eyes and whiskers. She put on the diamond collar and black thong that had a 3cm strip covering her freshly shaved pussy. She raided the shoe wardrobe choosing a pair of 4inch heels that laced up to her thighs. The reminder of there only being an hour left got her worried and she rushed to cover her body with shimmer powder and applied her make up choosing bright pink lipstick and false eyelashes.

The door opened with her guard coming to collect her, before she thought about what she said she asked the guard if she looked OK. He smiled as he walked around her spanking her ass as he did. He never commented but the bulge in his pants confirmed she had the desired affect and then he said “you have to convey how desperate you are to be in A Class, they choose about 30 women a night out of 150”. Tanya took on-board his advice as they walked towards the hall.

Tanya was placed in a queue alongside other women, for the first time she saw her competition, some had made equal effort and some were a bit more conservative. Tanya could not figure out what these women were before some of them were already sluts before but some were librarians; teachers; highly respected business women such as she was. However, none of that mattered, tonight they were just numbers and all were sluts.

Tanya was number 108 which meant over an hour of standing in those heels, desperate to sit down as she was in pain. The queue started to go down and she started to feel butterflies when 101 was called. Weirdly the only thing that mattered was pleasing the men who were in the hall. The guards knew how she felt and started to play the mind games by letting them know that there was hundreds of men in the room waiting to see them and that many women already been had made it to Class A.

107, Tanya was next, she could not walk in her heels any more, she was feeling nervous and straightened her thong, ruffled her hair and was ready. 108 was called and the guard took her by the arm, she walked badly in the heels trying to keep up, she was pushed on the stage and saw 100s of men. About 15 of them were actual buyers the rest were factory staff; police officers and members of the public who won the opportunity as part of a new “jury service” selection. She froze as her details were read out.

“ Gentleman, Item 108 is Tanya, 23 from London. She used to earn £200k a year and manage an all male team. She was arrested this morning and he ex boss, Mr Benson says “Tanya is the reason I voted for the Traditionalist Party as whores like her needed to be put back in their place”. The crowd roared and Tanya was now expected to walk the catwalk, but her feet and legs were killing her, she started to hear the boo’s from the crowd who were not impressed and before Tanya knew it she got on her knees and started to crawl down the cat walk, the announcer started to “meow” over the mic and the crowd roared. Tanya was feeding off the crowd wiggling her ass more as she crawled.

Tanya made it to the end of the catwalk where the buyers were sitting front row. The crowd quieten as the questions came in.

Buyer 1: “Tanya, what is a woman’s role?
Tanya: “To serve men, they are superior and women have to please and obey them”

The questions continued and Tanya could not believe what she was saying.