The photography studio was hot and humid, and she had watched as he had disappeared into the changing room along with the female dresser from the maga...zine four times, never once hearing him complain as people fussed around him, making sure his hair was just so, the make up and lighting right. Moving his body as he was directed by the photographer he smiled, or pulled a sexy or moody face whenever he was told, the click of the camera capturing shots that would be used in next months best. Women would share their enslaved sons with each other. They would use potions to make the men sexual fit. They also make sure that the men are not that strong and the women are strong enough to overpower them.The women ruled with an iron fist, abusing men or comforting men as they see fit. There was no crime in this city due to what they did. The town was advance with great farming and most people were happy. The women were very happy to have a little slave eat their pussies out day. Tonight. The third thing that was happening was the ache in my pelvis. What withthat and the swelling that I had experienced in my balls, I had beenquite uncomfortable below. It had quite ruined my sex life for a while.Jenny and I have always been very active sexually, but my appetite hadgone down noticeably for a couple of months. I think it was thediscomfort. My nipples had become a source of much pleasure, but myerections were less rampant than they had been.At one point, I had been worried about. A few months went by I was talking to Britany in first period and starting to like her from her personality and not just for her looks. As we left for Winter break I was happy about finishing off the semester and I didn't know of the surprise I was going to get. On Christmas Eve I looked at my phone for the first time in about 3 weeks and found a text message. The text didn't have a name next to it and I hadn't given my number to very many people that don't text me at all. I decided not to text.