The Matriarchy – Aimme Brodeur

It was my 18th birthday, four weeks after the Matrairchys new regime began in France. It was a confusing time in my little french village of Eguisheim, Haut-Rhin, but god knows I’d never been more excited for a birthday till then. True to their word. The new law, boundary 1, meant that all women 18 or older would recieve a female friendly (orgasm giving) strapon. All sexual intercourse from now on must be a woman using this GIS government issued strapon (GIS) on whomever they wish.

I wasnt sure who I wanted to use it on first. I remember doing a rehearsal for drama class. It was 4th period and me and a handsome lead boy in my class who will remain nameless had 5th and 6th period off. I was doing my finals and he was my acting buddy for the drama exam. I asked him if he wanted to continue rehearsing after class. I remember joking around with him and not getting much work done. I guess you could say I felt for him, he was as fit as the rugby lads just much more handsome. He was just sweet and kind unlike most other boys my age and I knew if I chose him. He’d be gentle and willing. I flirted with him and the idea a while in my head before deciding. Plus… he had a beautiful arse.

During the heated scene I could tell he wanted me. So I played with him. Getting closer and closer to him in the scene. Despite the fact I said we would only kiss on the night, I kissed him during rehearsal. I leant into him smirking. Being the most popular girl in school, this drama nerd had no idea of his luck. I could feel his cock against his jeans. The scene ended. It was a rocky end as hed forgotten most of his lines. His blood was in his cock not his mind. We sat down, he stuttered and tried to be cool. I laughed and toyed with him. I told him my birthday was a few weeks away and that I was a virgin of course. All true.

He gasped at the thought of me being, so beautiful, hottest girl in school and yet still a virgin. He told me that he thought we weren’t kissing till the night of the exam. He told me he wanted to keep rehearsing after school that day. I knew what he wanted. He may have been a nerd but he wasnt stupid. He knew the elections were coming up and that the matriarch would win. He wanted me the traditional way…

My long dark flowing hair swished in front of him as I stared him down. Behind the scenes in the amphitheatre I smirked again. My big chocolate brown eyes, innocent yet devilish eyes staring into him. He looked away. He said it was just an idea. And that he should probably get going. I, being quite petite stood close to him. At chest height. He looked down at me. He did go to the gym and was quite a specimen. I said, “bonne répétition” placing my hand on his chest I walked backwards biting my lip.

We rehearsed for another month together. The Matriarchy won the elections and they truly changed the face of the country for good. Women everywhere walked with confidence and boundary 60 had stopped a lot of male violence in the cities. Industry was booming because of gender equal businesses and soon other eu countries followed suite making us the most prosperous continent.

My birthday arrived. As did my GIS. My heart fluttered as the door bell rang. I was in the middle of curling my hair for school when my mother knocked on my door and entered. She handed me the box and put a glass of water and my breakfast, toast and jam on my bedside table. She ignored the fact I was in my bra and panties. She looked me up and down and said “Quelle femme”. “Merci” I courtseyed. She looked me in the eyes and held me by my shoulders, “femme se bat pour cette opportunité depuis des siècles. trouver votre pouvoir.” I yawned and closed the door on her.

I turned and stared with intrigue at the box. Then looked at myself as I took my curlers out. My long hair bobbed and curled perfectly. I took my stool and put it in front of the mirror. I took a razor and shaved my long thin legs. I took my panties off moved the stool and lay in front of the mirror spreading my legs. I looked to see if there was yet any hair there needing removed and enjoyed looking at my tight abdominals and neat pretty pussy. All looked beautiful. Nails had been done the night before. All that was left to do was my makeup before I went to school for the day. As i widened my eyes with eyelash extensions and ripened my lips with lipstick I wondered why i wanted to look so fucking hot on my birthday…

I think it was two things. I wanted to be the hottest girl in my school ever. I wanted that legacy. I wanted guys jaws to drop today but also I wanted fuck my classmate with this new toy and make his first time unforgettable. He knew he didnt have the social status to ever be with someone like me and the power kind of excited me.

Standing in simply my bra, my ample young breasts practically spilled over the out of date brazier.