Marriage Permit - Femdom Fury

[Shocker]

Teaser: Bobby loved the way Heather’s head rested on his chest, as they lay together in the hay of his parents' barn. Not only allowed it him to be close to her, to smell gorgeous copper hair as it cascaded over his upper body. It furthermore allowed his hands to rest on her chest, a privilege she only had granted him recently.

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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Marriage Permit
Author: Shocker
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This story is part of the femdom fury contest viewtopic.php?t=585
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Marriage Permit


Bobby loved the way Heather’s head rested on his chest, as they lay together in the hay of his parents' barn. Not only allowed it him to be close to her, to smell gorgeous copper hair as it cascaded over his upper body. It furthermore allowed his hands to rest on her chest, a privilege she only had granted him recently. Bobby wasn’t an expert on female anatomy, but he was rapidly coming to the conclusion that holding the warm and firm flesh of her breasts in his hands, was even more exciting than kissing Heather. Not that he was planning on stopping with the latter any time soon, but it was in hard competition with the new impressions.

“I can feel what you are thinking” Heather teased.
A fact only too true, as his erection was pressing against the fabric of his jeans, and into her back. He and Heather had never talked about it, but it was commonly accepted that girls got the more complete set of instructions at school.
“Sure you can, I’m thinking about you.”
“Good, if I ever catch you thinking this way about another woman, we will have words.”
“There will be never another woman, but you.”
“You say that now.”
“I mean it, I want to grow old with you. I’m 21 you are 23 we are both old enough to tie the knot.”
Heather turned onto her stomach, her green eyes looking straight into his. Causing his heart to miss a beat.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes Heather I love you, do you want to become my wife?”
“I love you too.” was her reply sliding up his chest and planting a deep kiss on him. He felt her hands on his belt, undoing it, before sliding down the zipper.
“What are you doing Heather?” he asked in hopeful confusion.
“I don’t want to buy the cat in the bag. Now be quiet.”
What happened next, rapidly moved kissing on place three of his favorite things to do with Heather.

The sun was setting as Bobby returned to the main house, it was time to let his parents in on the plans he and Heather were making, all the while he was grinning from one ear to the other. Quickly washing up at the well, filling the empty pail that was sitting there. It was a rule of his mothers, that whoever came past the well, would bring a pail into the house. She was of the belief, there could never be too much water at hand.
His father was busy setting the table as his mother put the finishing touches to their dinner.
“There you are Bobby, did you finish putting the hay up in the barn.” his mother asked
“Yes mom, all done.”
“I saw Heather walking away, did she give you a hand or were you all to busy, putting my hay in disarray.” his father teased
“Walther, Heather is a nice and sensible girl she knows what she is doing.” his mother interjected.
“Oh I have no doubt about that Maggie, I just have to look at the shit eating grin of our son.”
Bobby’s face turned beet red.
“I do Walther. Bobby is there something you want to tell us?” his mother coaxed.
“Mom, Dad, Heather and I are planning to get married. We will build that second farm just as we always have talked about.”
His parents embraced him, expressing their congratulations.
“Well son, I’m very happy for you. So next step is you will have to see the mayor for the marriage permit.” his mother stated matter of fact.
Bobby was filled with too much bliss, to hear his fathers much quieter “That can’t be avoided I’m afraid.”

Bobby didn’t know how to arrange for the permit, but his mother promised him, that she had started the process, and he would have his interview with the mayor, at a time of the mayor’s choosing. So he put the thought out of his head, focused on his work on the farm, and spent as much of his free time with Heather. Her parents were as pleased with their decision as his own had been. Heather assured him that they had filed their note of approval with the mayor as well. So all that remained to do was waiting for the summons.

The summons, the word sounded ominous, and he wondered why. Sure the mayor of Salvation, was the most powerful person in their community. Her word was the final instance for all 763 inhabitants of the town. Salvation itself was by far the largest settlement in the plains. There might be a few isolated people in a radius of 400 miles, but it was generally assumed, that after the last outbreak, most of the surviving population had come together in few places. His schoolbook had been indicating that at one point there had been 500 million people living on this continent. Bobby was pretty sure that was wrong, there was no way so many people could coexist, also how much exactly was a million? In the year 85 after reset, nobody was applying those kinds of numbers to population.

The note arrived three days later, without any fanfare. In it Mr. Robert Deckard was instructed to present himself, today an hour after sunset at the mayor’s residence, to discuss the process of granting his application of a marriage permit to Miss Heather Angelica Barnes. The time made perfect sense, the mayor was a busy woman after all, she was also the proprietor of the dry goods emporium, so of course she did most of her mayoral duties in the evening. There was far too much work for anybody to spent precious daylight hours for such frivolous things as administration.


So it occurred that Bobby dressed in his best clothes, and his heart filled with a considerable amount of trepidation, stood an hour after sundown at the mayor’s door and used the big brass knocker to make his presence known. The door opened and Bobby found himself face to face with the honorable Estelle Arthur, reigning mayor of Salvation. She wore a gown of shiny dark blue material, that was held together by a sash around her hips. Bobby had seen the mayor before, but had never paid much attention to the woman. Mayor Arthur was tall for a woman, easily 5’11” perhaps even 6’, yet as she stood this close he noticed that her forehead just barely reached his chin. Heather was much shorter, but that felt natural. This woman in front of him, with the blonde hair tied into a severe bun and the cold blue eyes, was exuding an utter confidence. Which as Bobby reflected was more than justified, she was the final arbiter of any dispute, lead the council of elders and literally held his personal fate in her hands. Nobody got married in Salvation without the permission of the mayor.

“I see you are on time.” Her voice was calm but clear “That is a habit I appreciate. Come in.”
“Thank you Ma’am, my mother instilled in me that five minutes before an appointment was on time.”
They walked into a room that was furnished as an office, the mayor seated herself behind a big desk and motioned Bobby to sit down in one of the visitor chairs.
“I always thought she had her priorities straight. How is Maggie, on the farm still everything ok?”
The question could be construed as mere social chit-chat, but the crop of the Deckard Farm was crucial part of the overall sustenance for the citizens of Salvation.”
“Mother is well, and told me to let you know she expects a rich harvest on wheat and beans, potatoes will be about normal.”
“Excellent, I will sleep much better knowing our stores will be full in the winter.” she smiled at him, but the smile did not reach her eyes. “I believe there is other business we have to discuss, Bobby. I hope it’s alright if I call you Bobby?”
“Most people have started calling me Robert, once I got that last growth spurt, claiming Bobby is a little boys name.” he said sheepishly.
“We will see about that.” she offered Non-committal.
Bobby took a deep breath, steeled himself and spoke the words he had practiced in front of the mirror.
“Mayor Arthur, I seek permission to marry Heather Barnes.”
The mayor made a note on a sheet of paper.
“Your request has been recorded. What are your plans to support yourself and the community in the future.”
“Heather suggested we could cultivate the unused acres north of Deckard farm. She said, that last years' food rationing indicate, the settlement could do with more produce generation.”
“Heather was always a quick girl.” Mayor Arthur stated in a quiet tone “So the two of you would build a new farm?”
“Yes Ma’am, we were thinking of growing corn as an additional food crop.”
“I think this will be judged favorably.” she pulled another sheet of paper from a folder and studied it.
Bobby couldn’t read it but saw the name of their hospital stamped on top of it.
“Heather’s last health check, looked good, so there is no problem. And you look rather healthy as well.”

“As you are undoubtedly aware, the results of the Dobrev plague, 90 years ago, has left the earth severely depopulated. To ensure the survival of humanity, and of course our own community, women have become the key to the future.”
Bobby knew this, his mother had taught him, so did his teachers. Girls received two additional years of school education and received the best medical support Salvation could manage. Which resulted in 7 of the last 8 mayors being female. The council of elders was entirely composed of women.
“Our young women are the flower of our society, and it is my sacred duty to ensure nobody unworthy of the is going to pick that blossom.”
Bobby felt blood rushing into his head, remembering what he and Heather had been up to in the hay.
“I see you blushing, I hope I do not need to remind you that unsanctioned carnal contact is punishable by flogging. Has your relationship been appropriately chaste Mr. Deckard?” The question came like a whip.
“Yes, absolutely Madame Mayor.” he immediately lied.

“Please take your clothes of Bobby.”
“What?” Bobby was flabbergasted.
“Your clothes, take them off, I have to ensure you are a suitable match for your Heather.”
“But I can’t take my clothes off, while we are alone here, what would the people say.”
“People would say nothing, all the couples know what is happening here. But if you prefer we can continue this in front of the whole council. All of those women are married, so you don’t have anything they have never seen before.”
The idea to have to undress in front of even more women, was very uncomfortable. Also, Aunt Maeve was on the council, and he had never known a bigger gossip than her. He untied his shoes and took them off, before slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He folded it and laid it on the desk. Unbuckling the belt, and opening the button and his pants and socks soon joined the orderly folded pile of clothing. All he was now wearing was his shorts.

“Well Bobby, why don’t you just stand up straight and drop them. It’s an important part of the permit process.”
He did as he was ordered and dropped the shorts to his ankles, cupping a hand in front of his penis.
“Take the hand away Bobby, I didn’t tell you to drop your shorts, because I thought they would improve the appearance of my floor.”
He slowly moved the hands away, face beet red with shame. She moved around the desk and looked him up and down, her eyes focused on his limp member.
“It’s not much to look at in this state.”
Not waiting for any kind of response she grabbed his ball sack, weighing them in her hands.
“Not all bad. Now beat some life into that cock.”
“I will do no such thing.” He protested.
Her hands closed viselike around his balls. The pain was excruciating.
“You are currently experiencing, why having somebody by the balls is such a catch-all for a situation without wriggling room. You will immediately begin rubbing that shrimp of yours, or I will be making sure yours are no longer usable.” she increased her pressure.

Bobby capitulated, the pain was too much. His hand found his dick, and he began to rub, press and squeeze. Trying to block out the fact that only inches from his hand it was the mayor holding on to his testicles. Perhaps if he closed his eyes and imagined it to be Heather’s soft hand it would help. He found his rhythm and the pressure around his balls was released. Blood filled his cock, and it did what nature had it intended for.
“Oh my, now that is a Robert indeed. You my dear boy are clearly a grower. Hold it for a moment.”
Bobby felt something cold pressing against the length of his shaft. He opened his eyes and saw the mayor holding a measuring tape.
“Seven and a half inch” she said “It’s always better to have an objective measurement, and not just rely on ones yes.”
She wrapped the tape around the base “Circumference 5 ¾ inches. You have what we called in my youth a quite pleasing equipment.”
Bobby didn’t know what to say.

“But size alone doesn’t matter, you need to use properly. Bobby have you ever heard of the Droit du seigneur?” she asked.
“No Ma’am, can’t say that I have.”
“It’s a disgusting old custom in which, the ruling lord supposedly claimed all the freshly wed brides in their wedding nights. It served no other purpose than aggrandizing the lord’s ego by humiliating those poor women, for his sexual satisfaction. Today we have of course done away with such stupid customs. But for the sake of our young women it is important that their husbands are properly schooled to please them. Today this duty is mine.”
Bobby looked at her in shock. “But unsanctioned carnal contact is prohibited.”
“This is part of the permit process.”
She opened the sash holding her robe together. The material parted and Bobby saw the large, pale breasts with their pink nipples sagging under the influence of age and gravity. Her pubic mound was, in contrast to Heather’s entirely devoid of hair, so he could see the parting of her flesh.

Mayor Arthur placed her backside against her desk and called through his haze. “As your tongue is already hanging out of your mouth, why don’t you get on your knees and start serving my pussy. Don’t tell me you don’t know how. Heather isn’t stupid enough to not have used you that way.”
Which was true, he remembered many a pleasant moment of his head buried between Heather’s thighs. The whole situation felt wrong to him. At this moment, the mayor’s patience expired, and she grabbed his balls again and squeezed hard. His tall frame crumpled and she pressed him to his knees.
“We can do this easily, or the hard way, it makes no difference to me, now get busy.”

He straightened up, his balls still pulsing from pain, as he approached her crotch with his face, he was aware of her musk. It was strange and intoxicating, emanating from the coral flesh. She parted her legs to allow him better access. His tongue began it’s slow exploration of the foreign flesh in front of him. Heather always enjoyed when he let his tongue, wander from the bottom of her slit to the little nub on top. As he attempted this, he noted that the mayor tasted different. Not better or worse than Heather, but notably different, but she like Heather responded with the same whole body shudder, as his tongue found the clit. Swirling around it, applying a little bit of suction. The back down the other lip, to repeat the process.

The mayor’s flesh felt less supple than Heather, after all she had born four children herself. Yet she quickly showed signs of arousal, wet sounds accompanied each movement of his tongue. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him deep inside her, before violently cumming over his face.
“That wasn’t half bad” she gasped “Now let’s see what you can do with that cock.”

Bobby feeling hot and desperate at the same time complied. His cock slipped easily into her very wet sex, and she leaned back onto the desk, allowing him to plow into her. Providing occasionally commands such as.
“Faster”
“Deeper, I want you deeper”
“Don’t you dare to cum without permission.”

He managed to bring her to a second climax, and felt his own lust about to break as well. She must have felt the spasming of his cock as she withdrew leaving his cock in the cold air. He roared in dissatisfaction.
“Oh are you not done yet?” she asked in a chiding tone.
“No of course not, I didn’t cum.”
“Well you were not supposed to but, let me help you.”
She grabbed his cock and with sensual but powerful strokes she pumped him. He knew he would burst any second. She must have felt it as well. Because she suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled it forward holding it into the path of his erupting semen.

“Look at your hand Bobby. Those are millions of sperm cells, your body can produce them on a daily basis for decades. They are a commodity, nothing special. A woman’s body is producing on egg per month for a much shorter time. That makes her special and precious, and it’s her rightful place to dominate men. So take your clothes and go to your wife, be a faithful husband and servant to her.”

Bobby staggered out of the mayor’s house, deeply confused. He had been aware of the privileged position of women in Salvation, but had never expected Heather to be proclaimed his superior. Nonetheless, he ran of into the night and towards her.

The End.

[Blue]

If this is what the world looks like in the future, I don't know if I'd actually want to live there.
That's a rather strange way to get a marriage license. But I really liked how the mayor handled Bobby and literally put him under pressure.

P.S.:
A quick tip: if you increased the font size a bit, the story would be easier to read.

[Shocker]

If this is what the world looks like in the future, I don't know if I'd actually want to live there.
That's a rather strange way to get a marriage license. But I really liked how the mayor handled Bobby and literally put him under pressure.

P.S.:
A quick tip: if you increased the font size a bit, the story would be easier to read.

I will need to look into the font size, I have been using the same size for every story I have posted in combination with the forum template, so there shouldn’t be a difference.

As for the scene of the Mayor handling Bobby, that came immediately to my mind when Claire called for this contest, and it excited me more than my idea for used and abused. It took an active effort writing that other story first, and not following my desire writing this one. I had a couple of ideas how that future society would deal with male aggression or rapists, but it simply didn’t fit into the flow, so I put that commodity section in. But I would not want to live in such a post apocalyptic world either.

[Blue]

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I will need to look into the font size, I have been using the same size for every story I have posted in combination with the forum template, so there shouldn’t be a difference.

@Shocker
Yes, that's the font size that's automatically used in the template.
However, to make the stories easier to read, I've gotten into the habit of using size 100, or better yet, 125, for my own stories. This makes the stories much more readable.

[RapeU]

I like how this dystopian society was set up to where Bobby's father knew what was about to happen and just accepted it because that's how the way things were. His mom acted normal, so the regular women of the town have no idea what the men have to go through in order to get married.

Great concept. I enjoyed it.

[Shocker]

I like how this dystopian society was set up to where Bobby's father knew what was about to happen and just accepted it because that's how the way things were. His mom acted normal, so the regular women of the town have no idea what the men have to go through in order to get married.

Great concept. I enjoyed it.

Or simply accept it as normal. Just how many men can find the idea of the casting couch not entirely horrible.

[JTCK]

I really like this story and think that this vision of the future definitely has its own appeal...
What doesn’t quite fit the picture for me is that HE is the one proposing marriage. In this kind of future, it would actually make more sense to me if it were the other way around.

What’s wonderful is how the mayor treats him: how she consistently calls him Bobby instead of Robert. How she routinely and confidently dominates him. And of course, how at the very moment of his climax she demonstrates female superiority:

He knew he would burst any second. She must have felt it as well. Because she suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled it forward holding it into the path of his erupting semen.

“Look at your hand Bobby. Those are millions of sperm cells, your body can produce them on a daily basis for decades. They are a commodity, nothing special. A woman’s body is producing on egg per month for a much shorter time. That makes her special and precious, and it’s her rightful place to dominate men. So take your clothes and go to your wife, be a faithful husband and servant to her.”

Delightful!

[Shocker]

I really like this story and think that this vision of the future definitely has its own appeal...
What doesn’t quite fit the picture for me is that HE is the one proposing marriage. In this kind of future, it would actually make more sense to me if it were the other way around.

What’s wonderful is how the mayor treats him: how she consistently calls him Bobby instead of Robert. How she routinely and confidently dominates him. And of course, how at the very moment of his climax she demonstrates female superiority:

He knew he would burst any second. She must have felt it as well. Because she suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled it forward holding it into the path of his erupting semen.

“Look at your hand Bobby. Those are millions of sperm cells, your body can produce them on a daily basis for decades. They are a commodity, nothing special. A woman’s body is producing on egg per month for a much shorter time. That makes her special and precious, and it’s her rightful place to dominate men. So take your clothes and go to your wife, be a faithful husband and servant to her.”

Delightful!

I wanted to describe Heather and Bobby as equally in love with each other, so it’s Bobby who expresses his wish to grow old with her. In the other hand, I deliberately had Heather initiate sex in that opening scene, to show she is no pushover, despite being in love.

[Vela Nanashi]

Cute couple, sad that we moved away before the new number 1 on his list (assuming). Also cute family and nice dialog

...unworthy of the is going... <-- not sure what this means but from context of whole sentence I can make out what you mean.

clothes of -> off (I think)

also story has me reading on at high speed drawn in. I wonder if this will be a reverse first night type deal (prima nocta or whatever the spelling is in latin?) where usually male nobles claimed first night with the bride.

yes seems since you reference another wording for the same thing that this is the reverse version, oh and she is quite a bitch, even if there could be reason to test that a man can perform, but you would probably actually want to see if the cum contains viable sperm, but I don't know if they have that technology.

The back -> Then back ?

on egg -> one egg

Blue you can use your browser to zoom to have the text almost any size you want, at least most browsers can do that, I use that, and adjust it to my eyes tiredness levels.

This story is well written and good, though I would also have liked more of the consensual sex between the lovers, but that is just me

[Shocker]

Jus primae nocte was exactly what was on my mind. And I wanted to bash the concept first what it was. I felt in a depopulated world, women might become more picky on with whom to Bond. 85 years would then further allow structures to form, and becoming open to abuse.