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Sue hung up the phone
and turned to her partner Cindy, "Let's call this a day. I've
must have made two dozen calls in the last couple of hours and not
turned up a single lead yet."
"Well, it's a tough
position to fill. Maybe one of the voicemails we left will call
in with something tomorrow."
Sue stuck her head out
the door into the main office. "Steve, Helen, why don't you
guys take off? See you in the morning."
The two women listened
to their staff's "good nights" and called out for Chinese
food. It was going to be a long night for them at the recruiting
agency.
"Now for the job
that really pays the bills," Cindy announced.
"Well, when we connect
on our technical placements, the pay is a lot better. But you're
right, this is a labor of love, and when we place one here, one
of our sisters benefits. There has to be something more than money
here." Sue conceded
Cindy laughed, "It's
nice of the cooperative to comp our memberships. But even if I had
to pay, I'd join."
Sue unlocked the cabinet
and pulled the files marked, "Femmeville." The first folder
contained the cooperative's charter and an organizational chart.
To say it was a cooperative falls short of the mark. It was more
like a private community, complete with private residences, businesses,
public facilities and even its own police force of a sort. It started
out as a resort, but grew into something much larger.
Whereas most resorts
have management and staff, Femmeville was organized more like a
town with elected and appointed positions.
Sue and Cindy were on
the list as were the rest of the women who ran the town. Technically
speaking, their recruiting firm had a contract with the community's
HR department to recruit talent to fill the ever growing needs for
specialty positions. What made this recruitment interesting is that
the only compensation the women got was membership in the community
and that the men they recruited got no compensation at all.
The town also had other
women who lent their talents to the town in exchange for memberships:
anything from psychologists to lawyers and accountants. Occasionally
these women might have male assistants but virtually every position
of authority was staffed by women.
Chinese food came and
the women went to work in earnest.
Cindy shuffled through
some papers, "Look at this," she said holding up a photo
of a naked man. The picture only showed his mid-body, and he had
his fist wrapped around his erected member. "We keep telling
them, 'No Photos' and they keep sending them anyway. Like this is
supposed to impress me." Into the shredder it went.
Just then, the door opened,
and a young man walked in.
Sue greeted him, "Good
evening, Mike. Are you ready for some hard work tonight?"
He smiled back at her,
"Always, Mistress Susan."
"Good. As soon as
you get undressed, I want you to log in and sort through this week's
load of applicants."
Mike took off all his
clothes, folded them neatly, and walked over to Susan's desk standing
at attention beside it. Susan took her ruler and lifted his penis
with it and looked under it. "Nice job, Mike. They look so
nice and smooth. You did a good job shaving." Turning to her
partner she said, "Cindy, toss me the new leather harness.
Mike's been a good boy, so he deserves a reward. I want to try out
my new toy."
She leashed up his penis
and balls, and sent him to a computer to set for his night's task.
That task was to go through
the responses to the ads placed in various newspapers and web sites
asking for men who were interested in female domination. There were
literally thousands of applicants every week, and there were maybe
dozens of positions to fill. But even with these odds, the agency
was always short of *qualified* applicants to fill these relatively
few positions. Mike's task was to whittle down the list to a manageable
number of candidates.
His job was to call these
men during the course of the next week, and further screen them
down to about two dozen candidates. These would receive the honor
of being screened personally by Sue or Cindy. Out of this group,
typically only 5 or 6 would survive to the point where they earned
the right for an in-person interview. The women were busy at this
task when one such candidate came to the door.
Sue answered it. "You're
Frank?" she said, admitting the man.
"Yes ma'am."
"Come this way.
I'll show you where you can get undressed."
Sue brought Frank back
to where Mike was working. "You can get undressed here. Fold
your clothes and put them next to Mike's. Mike will take some information
from you. Either Cindy or I will call for you when we're ready."
She turned and walked away but before disappearing into the office
turned back to issue one more instruction, "We'll call you
when we are ready. You better be ready too. We'll expect you to
have a dripping erection when you crawl though this door."
Frank undressed and sat
down on next to Mike. Mike gave Frank an application to fill out
and then went back to his screening tasks. It didn't take Frank
long to fill out the application as it had only the barest information
on it. One thing it did have is all sorts of legalese waiving all
sorts of liabilities for the company and Femmville, giving Femmville
his "complete and total consent" to a number of acts and
authorizing the company to perform non-critical medical procedures.
Most men never read them, neither did Frank.
When Frank was finished
the real application process started. Mike pulled up the data entry
screen. He already had Frank's vital statistics filled in. He checked
one box immediately as he didn't have to ask the question, "circumcised."
Technically speaking
none of the positions required that the candidate be circumcised,
but many of the women had a preference for "naked" penises.
The more a candidate can meet the preferences of the women, the
more likely the demand for his services would be, and the more likely
he would land the position. Men were given the option of getting
circumcised and this service was provided free at a public ceremony
in Femmeville if the candidate was accepted. Femmeville had a pediatrician
on staff. Even though she was most used to performing the procedure
on infants, she was quite proficient doing it on grown men.
Another surgery that
many men volunteered to have was a tongue splitting. The tongue
is split lengthwise from the tip to about one inch back. It is a
very painful procedure and the tongue swells up to twice its size,
but in the end, the man has two independently-moving forks on his
tongue. Split-men were in high demand for oral services. These men
were given special "flick" training and could even pick
up small objects with their tongues. Only very rich women could
afford their services, but several have been "hired" by
Femmeville as community property and their services sub-contracted
out on a per-performance basis.
Some applicants applied
on line. This made Mike's work a lot easier as most of the data
elements would already be filled in. Even though Frank dutifully
filled out the form, there were still things Mike had to check.
Frank had a good credit rating and could afford to make periodic
donations to Femmville's treasury. The "placement fee"
had already been charged to his credit card. His medical records
had arrived and he checked out clean
Mike confirmed some of
Frank's data, "It says here you masturbate about once a week.
Is that correct?" … "You say you participated in
anal penetration. How often? When was the last time? How big was
the didlo?" … "Under oral sex. Have you ever gone
down on a woman while she was having her period?"
Mike completed the pre-interview
and printed out the summary sheet. He looked over at Frank, "You
better get that up. The bosses don't like flaccid penises."
Frank looked at Mike
and blushed.
"Look," Mike
explained, "if you're worried about jerking off in front of
me - don't. I've seen it all. Besides you just have to get it hard.
You don't want to come. You do that, and you could kiss this interview
good bye."
Frank fumbled with his
penis, and it slowly inflated. Mike grinned at him, "That's
better. If you get selected, you'll get some training on how to
get and hold an erection without touching yourself. Stand up and
come over here."
Mike pulled a pair of
latex surgical gloves from the box on his desk and slipped them
on. "I'm going to have to take some measurements to make sure
the information you put on your application is correct. Don't worry,
it's not my job to hurt you," Mike grinned. "Oh, and don't
lose that erection. A lot of guys do when another man touches it.
I don't know why."
Mike used his ruler to
take several measurements, and a small tape measure to get the penis
circumference and width around Frank's testicles. Mike even used
a device like a miniature blood pressure cup to measure the firmness
of the erection.
Not sooner than Frank
sat back in his seat when the phone rang. Mike picked it up. "Yes
Mistress," he said noticing the caller ID. "Oh, yes ma'am.
I'll tell him."
Mike hung up the phone
and nodded towards the door. "The mistresses are ready for
you. Good luck."
Mike watched him as he
walked down the hall. Cindy appeared in the doorway to the office
already sporting her dildo, her short skirt tenting out on either
side of it.
Mike went back to his
computer.
When Frank got to the
office, Cindy swept her hand towards another door leading into another
room. The second room was dimly lit, and as Frank's eyes adjusted
he could see the various implements of torture neatly hanging on
the wall or laid out on the table.
The women laughed at
his reaction. Sue said, "Not every company has a storeroom
like this. It used to open out onto the hallway, now Cindy and I
have made it our private dungeon. Now if you will be good enough
to bend over the punishment bench, we'll see what you got."
Susan latched Frank's
wrists and ankles in the appropriate restraints.
"First let's see
how you do with a simple spanking."
The women had a script
they went though with all of the candidates. It was sort of a competency
test for the men. Most men claimed they would do anything. This
test was designed to find out what they really were suited to do.
It included spanking with various instruments, penetration by succession
of larger and larger dildos, and an interesting set of tongue exercises
that measured speed, dexterity and endurance.
The final measurement
was ejaculation. With the subject tied to a brace on the wall, the
women attached an ejaculator to his penis. The ejaculator was simply
a collar that went over the penis and was inflated to hold it in
place. The actuator mechanism consisted of a series of air bladders
from which air was pumped in and out in sequence causing a pulsating
wave that moved first up the shaft, and then back down.
The tightness of the
collar and the frequency and amplitude of the rippling waves were
set in accordance with the standards set by the women. In other
words, they wanted to remove all subjectivity associated with the
masturbation.
The ejaculator was a
bulky device, so the penis had to be propped up into a horizontal
position. The penis was aimed over a trough with graduated markings
so that the distance semen was shot could be measured accurately.
The trough itself was coated with an extremely slick silicate that
allowed the semen to slide back down into a catch beaker so the
women could measure the amount of semen ejaculated.
The women measured how
long it took to reach the first ejaculation, the distance shot and
the amount shot. Then the also took the same measurements for every
ejaculation over the next hour. The ejaculator didn't stop. It kept
stimulating the penis continuously. So although most men enjoyed
its stimulation up to the first ejaculation and maybe a minute into
that first ejaculation, they found it downright painful for the
remainder of the journey.
Susan and Cindy often
asked the men to describe the sensation. They rarely every reported
physical pain, but the mental anguish caused by the constant on-verge
stimulation was difficult to describe.
Frank was drained and
hanging from his restraints by the time his hour was up. Susan and
Cindy, released him from the cuffs and guided him to a couch.
"Rest up now. Don't
try to get up until you feel up to it." Susan cautioned. Many
men actually fell asleep and the women would let them rest for a
half hour or so before waking them. Frank was in and out of it,
but didn't quite drop off. Eventually he got up on his own accord.
"You can go get
dressed now," Cindy said, "You've done well. You have
passed the screening. Now it is up to the board of mistresses to
decide which positions you are best suited for in the commune."
It was more than 2 hours
after he had walked in the door.
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