THE PERFECT FUTURE - Part - 9

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2014/03/the-perfect-future-part-1.html                                                                                                                       Part - 1 

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2014/03/the-perfect-future-part-2.html    Part - 2

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2014/03/the-perfect-future-part-3.html   Part - 3 

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2014/03/httpmistressreyana.html   Part - 4

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2014/03/the-perfect-future-part-5.html  Part - 5
http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2014/03/the-perfect-future-part-6.html   Part - 6

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2014/03/the-perfect-future-part-7.html Part - 7

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2014/03/the-perfect-future-part-8.html  Part - 8

^{By this time more changes took place in society. The society was now female-centred as they made the rules and broke the rules as per their will. The politicians were 95% female and so were most of the bureaucrats and other officials. Men were forbidden from driving vehicles as it was considered dangerous due to their careless driving. Males were giving admissions to courses like home science, nursing, typing etc, which were previously done by women.}

^{Now men wore t-shirts with inbuilt padded supporters or enhancers. Since men who took genderocin grew a little bit of mass on their chests the padded supporters enhanced the shape and size of the moulds on the chests. Women loved to see the clothes with padded enhancers and hence the latest clothes for men were a instant hit.}

                          

^{Luckily for Nirmal, Vijaya did not grow taller. But her facial features had hardened a bit. Jaws squarer. She was as strong as an ox. But her attitude towards him remained the same. Which was more than an assurance to him.}

^{A couple of days later Vijaya and Nirmal were having breakfast. Nirmal had got ready for his office while Vijaya too was ready to attend an interview. Just then Suhas entered the house. He had come back from Mumbai. As he entered the house he did not recognize the person sitting on the dining table with his dad. His mother looked and smiled at him. That is when he realized that the six foot something person was his mother. He was dumbstruck.} 

^{The sight in front of him was the most emotionally taxing thing ever for him. His mother and father were wearing the formal attire that was common for woman and men respectively. While his mother was wearing a grey coloured suit with tie, black formal shoes, a watch on her wrist which was clearly a men’s watch. His dad was wearing a navy blue saree-dress, a small watch which looked like a women’s watch, his hair tied together as a pony tail, earrings, 3 inch heeled strap-shoes. Between his parents his father seemed to have more breasts due to the padding in his blouse and the minimiser bra his mother wore.}

^{Vijaya could understand his emotions. She took him aside and assured him that she was still his mother and that had not changed. Suhas looked at his father with question in his face asking if it was fine with him. His father nodded. Suhas still could not understand why people were going after genderocin as it was against nature. When everything is going fine why change it. Nevertheless he decided to support his mother’s decision as he knew she always put family first before herself. But he was still relieved one of his parents wore a pant and the other a saree although it was his mother that wore a pant and father a saree.}

^{Suhas was tired from the journey and also the shock had taken a toll on his emotions. He went to his room to take some rest while his parents were getting late so set off. Nirmal was worried that he was late to work and if his boss found out then she would make his day hell. It was impossible to catch a bus and reach office in time.As they came out Nirmal saw his old motorbike standing there, it was sparkling clean. Nirmal glanced at Vijaya surprisingly. Vijaya took out the keys from her pocket and said “Tadaaaaa” excitedly.}

^{“Its been so long since we have gone out on this bike. Why don’t we go today honey.” asked Vijaya.}

^{“But how can I ride a bike wearing a saree............................” he stopped abruptly as he realized her intent. He might be wearing clothes unsuitable for riding a bike but she was wearing clothes completely suitable for riding. He was about to flatly refuse her offer.}

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THE PERFECT FUTURE - Part 6

THE PERFECT FUTURE

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http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2014/03/the-perfect-future-part-2.html    Part - 2

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2014/03/the-perfect-future-part-3.html   Part - 3 

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2014/03/httpmistressreyana.html   Part - 4

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2014/03/the-perfect-future-part-5.html  Part - 5

^{By 2057, 75% of the women and 50% of the men had taken genderocin. Infact the men were forced to take the genderocin due to their wives and partners. This meant change in the professional set-up. Now women were reluctant to take-up jobs like secretaries, nurses, clerical administrators etc. Which were traditionally female. Also most men in key positions were strategically and periodically shown the door.}

^{Now we see the lives of a father and son. Whether they went with the flow or tried to swin against the tide is what this story is all about.}

                

            ^{Vijayalakshmi aka Vijaya hanged the phone in disbelief. She could not believe her friend Sanjeevini too took genderocin. Sanjeevini who never even dared to speak when her husband was around, who never missed the karva chauth every year now took genderocin. Not only had she taken the drug but also was joining a job in a MNC while her husband Prashanth would be staying at home. Sanjeevini was the only friend that Vijaya had who had not taken genderocin.}

^{Vijaya and her husband Nirmal were still old-fashioned. They still lived in the world of prince charming coming to the rescue of damsel in distress. Although the world around them was in the reverse.  Vijaya looked at the family portrait that hung on the world. It has Vijaya and Nirmal sitting beside each other along with their only son Suhas  standing behind them.}

 ^{Vijaya looked every inch a normal housewife wearing a saree, a dozen gangles on each hand, mangalsutra hanging around her neck, kumkum brightly smeared on the partition of her hair. She was petite at 5 ft 3 inches and weighing around 48 kgs. Her husband looked manly in his double breasted suit, shining black shoes and a rado watch on his wrist. Nirmal was 48 years old while Vijaya was 45 years old. Their son suhas had just turned 18. By all means it was a small and happy family.}

^{But deep inside Vijaya knew all was not well for them. Nirmal had been a successful Sales Managing Director for a company. He had been working in that company for almost 20 years for that company. Infact it was in that company that Nirmal and vijaya had met before their marriage. Vijaya was Nirmal’s secretary then. She resigned after a few months after marriage as Nirmal was earning well for both of them. But recently he had been mercilessly removed from that post and a fresh graduate from IIM  had been instated in the post.} 

^{Due to Nirmal’s loyal service for all the years he was given a post of receptionist in the company. Since he was the sole breadwinner of the family Nirmal was forced to swallow the humiliation and join in that position. The most humiliating thing about the job was not the position or rank but the dress code. Although women did not work as receptionists and men as CEO’s the dress code remained where it was with only the gender changing.} 

^{So Nirmal had to wear a dress similar to a saree. Except he did not need to drape it but the lower part was pre-stitched to appear like a pleated saree. He could wear that like a skirt. Then he had to put on a blouse and then from his skirt he would wrap a long piece of cloth around his waist and over his (chest) breast. Thereby giving it a look of a saree. While the female executives wore suits.}

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THE PERFECT FUTURE - PART 5

THE PERFECT FUTURE

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2014/03/the-perfect-future-part-1.html                                                                                                                       Part - 1 

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2014/03/the-perfect-future-part-2.html    Part - 2

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2014/03/the-perfect-future-part-3.html   Part - 3 

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2014/03/httpmistressreyana.html   Part - 4

^{Even the mens fashion was undergoing subtle changes. Since boys were shorter than girls they felt the need to make-up for the loss in height. Hence shoes with 1-2 inches heels came into the market. Boys started preferring them as it made them look taller. Although most girls took genderocin hardly 10% of the male population took them. Hence their appearance looked more or less the same. But the psychological change was huge. With girls advancing and dominating most fields they felt unwanted. For instance a cricket match between two girls teams was more exciting and high scoring as compared to boys. Hence slowly the interest in boys cricket fizzed out and so did the interest in boys to play.}

^{Since it was girls were more aggressive it was a common practice for them to check out boys. In the process they used to stare at a boy’s back or groin. This embarrassed the boys. As a result a new range of boys clothes came into the market. Shirts which almost came up to the thighs. Another change in these shirts were that they had just a couple of buttons and a bit tighter. It almost resembled a salwar kameez. There also another variety specially made for boys. It was a ¾ pant with a tube like cloth covering the groin area till mid-thighs. This was worn with tight tops which came up to the navel.}

^{Girls felt boys wearing the new style cute and adorable and hence preferred boys in the new style. Most boys in a relationship abided by their partner’s wish in fear of losing them to a cute boy. After these initial clothes for boys were a hit , more designs started to enter the market. More flamboyant colours like pink, green, orange crept into the boys wardrobe.}

^{By the next summer new clothes started to flow in. Skorts were the next in thing for boys. Skorts were basically a combination of shorts and skirts. It was an extention of the pants with the tube covering the groin area. Now the pants disappeared and shorts were there beneath the tube which now appeared like a skirt. Boys liked to flaunt their legs. As result they shaved their legs and hands. Except the head and eyebrows most of the body hair were shaved. Now it was time for boys to get the waxing done. The more conventional boys wore the salwar shirts which now had no collars but had lots of embroidery and works on them.}

^{Since girls too sprouted a bit of facial hair they preferred clean shaven boys. The new fashion followed by boys also made them wear their hair longer as it made them look cuter with the make-up. Accessories like long earrings, chains etc were common.}

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^{Jeff didn't intend to become a women.Most men are fascinated by lingerie, few are controlled by it.It had all started when he was young.The lingerie sections of mail order clothes catalouges.At first it was the women that drew his attention, the soft shapes and delicious curves.}

^{Then the facinating coloures and textures of the underwear,the huge range of diffrent garments for diffrent objactives, comforts,self-esteem,support,seducation.}

^{Then words gained power: bra, panties, stockings, satins,and lace held more away over him then any women could imagine.}

^{As he grew up the yearning of the softness, the tenderness and the taboo of wearing lingerie grew stronger and stronger.It took hold of his mind subtly.Jeff would brush past the lingerie in the ladies section of the department stores,sectretly coveting the feel of the delicate fabric on his skin.}

^{Then he found the internet: bras, panties,corsets,and stockings,express shipped to his door,after a while it was not enough, hypnosis tapes hormones, "girl juice injections"}

^{Jeff was only dimly aware of what he was doing what ws happening to him.His boobs very huge,soft and sensitive and the weight felt so good on his shoulders when he put on his new bra.}

^{Most men are facinating by lingerie, few are controlled by it.}

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THE PERFECT FUTURE - PART 4

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2014/03/the-perfect-future-part-1.html   Part - 1 

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2014/03/the-perfect-future-part-2.html    Part - 2

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2014/03/the-perfect-future-part-3.html   Part - 3 

^{By 2055 almost half of the female population had taken genderocin. Of them almost 70% were below the age of 25. Since most of the young girls were into genderocin naturally they were well over 6 ft. This meant their boyfriends were less taller than them and infact almost 95% of the male population was less than 6ft 3 inches which was the normal height for the new-age girls.}

^{This totally changed the dynamics of the male-female relationship. Women were becoming more confident and aggressive in the relationship. The men felt like the weaker sex. The physical strength coupled with the education, opportunities made women take rapid strides in all fields.}

^{Once there was a inter-gender sports competition organized in a school. The boys although shorter in height felt they could easily breeze past the girls in any competition. But to their dismay they were completely routed in every form of sports. This made the headlines of the next day’s newspaper. With this the boys started becoming more vulnerable while more and more girls showed a keen interest in taking genderocin.}

^{More and more women started replacing men in the management. Even jobs which needed physical labour were being filled by women who have taken genderocin. This meant women had more financial independence. Infact the number of househusbands was growing rapidly. This led to the change in the family dimensions within households were mother had taken genderocin. Since the daughters showed more interest in studies they were not encouraged to do household chores while the sons were encouraged to do the chores.}

                            

^{The growing number of girls taking genderocin changed a lot of industries. The first being the fashion industry. Since girls tended to be the aggressive partners in a relationship it was common for them to approach boys. This made the boys relax. Now they did not have to worry about how to propose a girl, how much to spend on a date.} 

^{As the girl would look after it. Since it was the girls who had to make the first move to ask a boy out they felt there was no use trying to looking beautiful and seduce a boy. Hence lesser number of girls spent time on make-up. On the other hand boys had to draw the attention of a girl. To do this they needed to present themselves well for a girl to get attracted to them.}

^{Due to the increase in height girls found to very uncomfortable riding small two-wheelers like scooty, kinetic etc. They showed more interest in fancy heavy bikes as it suited their build. Since they rode a bike most of the times they lessened wearing the salwar kameez and the saree was almost abandoned by them. Since most girls were into outdoor activities and even hard labour was done by women long earrings were deemed unfit.} 

^{As they was a chance it may get stuck to something and rupture the earlobes. The earrings were replaced by studs. The need for high heels was no longer there was the girls were already tall. Also it was uncomfortable riding bikes and doing their day-to-day activities in heels.}

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School femdom story Part - 2

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2014/01/school-femdom-story-part-1.html  Part - 1 


Guys Please Read above the link and after read this part 2

"What is this? Don't irritate me. I don't like all this," she said, and kicked him in the face, hoping to get rid of him, as well as feeling a heavy rush of power in her. She was actually secretly hoping at this point that the young boy would linger on for some more time, so that she can enjoy the humiliation more completely.

Amit backed down a little after the kick. He was still bending low on the ground, a little distance from her. He kept on muttering apologies, as well as repeating his pleas for mercy, which Anita as well as Shilpa were now enjoying, as sauce with their food. He was now their plaything.

Shilpa had a cruel smile on her face. She started, "So, Amit, you would do anything that we ask you to?"

"Yes, Madame. I will do anything that you tell me. I shall be like your slave."

Amit saw a small ray of hope, as he went near Shilpa Madame's feet. Shilpa Madame was sitting cross-legged, her sari touching the ground, and a glimpse of her expensive sandal could be seen beneath it. She liked his answer. It was getting her wet. She let him come near her feet. She also wanted to feel his tear stained face in her feet. Very predictably, Amit came and threw herself at Shilpa Madame's feet.

"Madame, anything. Anything you say."

"Anything, really? How about eating this piece of roti (bread) from the floor?"

Shilpa Madame dropped the half eaten piece of roti in her plate to the ground, and mashed it with her sandals.

"Lets see if you can lap it up," she said in a mockingly loving tone, that one uses with their pet. Amit was desperate. He started lapping up the piece of bread, mixed with the dirt under Shilpa Madame's shoes.

"Choo, choo," Shilpa Madame pointed towards the morsels left at the bottom of her sandals. She called him like a dog. There was a cruel smile in her eyes that was somehow getting Amit wet in his pants. Amit came crawling towards her feet. He lapped up the morsels of bread in her sandals. They tasted horrible, combined with all the dirt from the streets in her sandal. He almost wanted to throw up.

"Good," said Shilpa Madame. She stroked her head with the other sandal.

In the meantime, Anita Madame was seating back and enjoying the humiliation. Now, she put her sandals on the boys face, too. She pressed the sandals on his head, so that his nose was now squashed in the floor. What a feeling of power it gave her! The head of a man squished beneath her feet, and the man obediently suffering, just for her pleasure. She always liked men groveling. She always loved to see petty people like beggars, door-to-door salesman groveling and sucking up to her. But this, of course, was different. Here, it was so physical.

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School femdom story Part - 1

hi slaves and mistresses,,,,enjoy a school femdom story below.....



Anita and Shilpa were teachers in the local convent high school in a small Indian town. They were both in their late forties, youth and beauty fading away, and so were the charms of their ageing husbands. They bonded together really well, having common interests as well as closely related personalities. Shilpa was the richer among them, her husband a rich businessman in the town. 

She used to frequent the city's high social circles, clad herself in expensive sarees and jewellery, even in the most plebeian of settings, and was always dressed impeccably. She was tall, slimly built, and the beauty (and the corresponding confidence) of bygone youth was oozing from her persona. Anita was a the more middle class wife, dressed more shabbily, her hair frequently not done, fatter than her friend, and much shorter. Another characteristic feature was her addiction to paan (betel leaf), which she always used to chew, regardless of time and place.

It was just an ordinary day with lunch on the table. They were engaged in one of their favorite topics of discussion, senior boys in the school, young meat which they so fervently desired to spice up their decaying sex lives.

Suddenly Amit came into the room. Amit was in twelfth standard, a healthy, well hung boy of 19, but a back bencher in the class. English was his special drawback.

"Anita Madame, I have failed in English. The principal says I cannot be promoted without passing grades in English."

"Amit, I remember your paper. It was horrible. There is no way I could have passed you on that one. There is no use crying in front of me. It would have been better if you studied well before the exams".

"Please, Madame, save me. Just a pass grade in English would save my skin. How will I go back home and tell my parents about this? Madame, please. Madame, please."

"Amit, I will not waste more time with you. I have told you once, there is nothing that I can do about it. You may go now".

Amit stood there, his hands folded in prayer. There was a plea for mercy in his eyes. All he could say was

"Please, Madame. Please save me."

He kept on repeating those words, while Anita and Shilpa started eating in silence, hoping that he would stop pestering them if they ignored him. But for Amit, it was a life and death situation. He now bent down on his knees, and fell at Anita's feet. He clasped her sandal-clad feet with her hands, and bowed his head, his forehead touching her sandals. 


Anita could feel his warm tears flowing down her feet, his hands clenched around her ankles in desperation. It gave her a sudden rush of power. It was the power that she often felt as a teacher, while grading her students. The fate of her students depended on a single stroke of her pen. Now, she was feeling it first hand. There was this boy, kneeling down at her feet, completely at her mercy. First, Anita tried to shoo him away. 

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