The Matriarchy – Ellen Harris

PMB – Year 10

I’ll tell you about my wildest sexual experience of Post Matriarchal Boundaries (PMB). I’m a tall, fiery red headed girl in my late 20’s. I’ve got piercing blue eyes and full lips. I’m naturally very skinny. No matter how much I eat I tend to remain a size 6.

I was 8 when the Matriarchy took over Australia. So was aware of the traditional way but wasnt really sexual yet. The traditional way seemed comparatively messy and archaic. So many things have improved since, there is almost no sexual violence, in fact theres almost no violence whatsoever.

New rules stipulate that if a man fails to accept the new regime in any of its forms then he will be put into chastity till he is put in front of a court or is testified as being accepting by a member of high society.

So men who were violent in their past lives or who played a part in patriarchal uprisings were quite quickly dealt with. And if a man is put into chastity, it’s only a matter of weeks before he is begging for his rights back.

I generally quite like rugby guys. Big gentleman. I like to feel the power over them as they tower above, I like to be the feminine matriarch in control. I explained to one sitting beside me at a wedding. Weddings are such an aphrodisiac. Everyone looks their best. Everyone is inspired by love to the point where lust is palpable. I spotted this guy right at the start of the day. Bulging out of his suit, this guy must have been a second row lock when he played rugby. I watched him under my over-sized pink fascinator when he first entered the church. I wore a tight fitting floral purple dress with a plunging neckline that showed off all my curves. I knew he would be mine it was just a matter of when. We got to the reception after eye fucking several times in the church.

Of course none of the other members of the table were there. They were up at the buffet. He looked red and shy at my confidence. I liked that. He said, “I’m going to go and get some food.” I grabbed his hand and said. “No your not”. I placed a note in his hand and walked off. My arse a magnet for his eyes. He looked at the note. “Girls bathroom now”.

Although I was sceptical of the things that I read about and learned about at secondary school sex ed and even into uni. I came round to the idea of the Matriarchy and now, I take what I want.

I stand in the girls bathroom. In my long purple dress. I play with my tassel like, yellow earrings and wait enjoying how I look in the mirror. It was a single bathroom. A golden sink and a golden toilet. It was done in that edwardian style a very beautiful bathroom to fuck a guy in.

I put my handbag next to the sink and pull out my thick white dildo.