riseofwives: milly-aubrey: riseofwives: Accept Supremacy As I walk with my Sweety we see one of the
riseofwives: milly-aubrey: riseofwives: Accept Supremacy As I walk with my Sweety we see one of the propaganda posters and I stop and stare at it…..then I turn to him….“Are you not convinced yet to take me as your wife? What will it take? Do you want to be arrested? Now you know that I love you, I have told you that many times. Don’t you want me as your wife? Don’t you want to be mothered? To be taken care of? You know I can offer you that. Besides, I qualify for the program you know. They have been watching us. You know they have. If you don’t come to live with me I might be forced to tell them where you live, then you will be incarcerated. This friend of mine, Denise, told me that the men who are incarcerated are milked like cows for their cum. Then the cum is dispersed to The Collective’s clinics where it is then given to those women who want to be on the program, but do not have a husband. Is that what you want for yourself? Well is it? “uhhh-uh-of c-course not,” I reply, staring at the poster myself. She sounds exasperated with me; by now, who could blame her? We’d been “dating” for nearly three months, and in that time I’d not allowed our physical contact to go beyond the kissing - which I should not have succumbed to, either, if I wanted to keep living as I do: independent of a woman, a free male. Because now, staring at that poster, it is hard not to see the promise in her offer. “Don’t you want to be mothered?” she had asked: I shivered in arousal, thinking of the possibility. And the other alternative - slavery as a sperm-cow - was definitely a reality if the new legislation passed and I was not betrothed. oh, god, what to do?I pondered, staring at that poster, staring at those breasts. that could be her, I think, she could be that big. Bigger, even. I could be with her, nested, below her… -- source link