This is my first attempt at a fictional story, although i'm a guy, i'm going to write it from the POV of a girl. The concept is pretty out there, but hopefully you all enjoy! I'm kind of a long winded typer, so this is probably going to be a long one. The story is about an extremely male dominated society, and may seem sexist, but I assure you, I am in no way a sexist man, just to clear that up, haha. That being said, enjoy!
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I've always wondered what it'd be like to be a man. To be able to go out and get a job, have a social life, overall just be free. Then I think, no, I was born female, and none of that is a girl's place in society. See, my culture is probably alot different than most. I live in a male dominated society, literally. A man is his woman's keeper. Us girls must follow the rules of the men in charge of us, no matter what. When I was growing up, it was my father's rules. When I grew into a woman, my husband took control of me. Growing up, we were taught the important aspects of being a woman. We learned how to cook, to clean, how to look pretty and everything else considered feminine. Girls and boys have different boarding schools to go to throughout childhood. Boys go to school in through college, but girls can't go further than high school no matter what, afterall, our jobs are to be housewives. We learned some history and math, but the major goal of girl schools are to turn us into the best and most subservient housewives we can be.
After high school is over for us, we are expected to find a husband by the time boys are done with college. Our father's can choose to find a husband for us, which is what happened to me. Once we meet the boy, we have a few months to date on our own, and then if we feel true love, we marry, if not, we try again with another boy. Luckily, I found true love with my frist boyfriend, and we married about 6 months after I was done with schooling, so pretty quickly I was able to show off my housewife skills.
I guess I should introduce myself, my name is Naomi, I'm 21 years old now. I'm 5'4'', I'm a skinny girl. My hair is dark brown, and just past shoulder length. I'm married to a 24 year old man named Jake. He's 6'0'', he works as a police officer, and he's a very strong man. He works out 5 times a week, and it shows! My dad picked Jake because he's very protective. He's also 3 years older than me, which my father likes. When a father is looking for a husband for his little girl, it's pretty common for the man to be a few years older than the girl.
My society puts a major emphasis on 2 things. First and foremost, men dominate. Men are the ones who go out and make a living. A man's goal is to provide for his family. That's not to say that men are better than women, they just have the dominant role. Secondly, women take care of the home and their appearance. A woman must be as beautiful as she can be. Men are blessed with strength, women are blessed with beauty. A girl is a direct reflection on her husband, when a girl is seen with her husband in public, she must be as beautiful as possible. A girl's beauty shows the world how wealthy her husband is. Whenever girl's are in public, the we must be in high heels, either a dress or a skirt with a blouse, and at least a few pieces of pretty jewlery. Another thing, I would never think of being seen without make up by anyone except Jake. I have plenty of dresses and skirts to wear. In fact, I only have one pair of pants, and they're pajama pants. If a woman is seen without a dress or a skirt on, not only is she looked down upon, but so is her husband. I just don't understand women who wear pants. I just don't. How can a woman show off her feminine beauty while wearing a man's piece of clothing?
As I sort of alluded to in the last paragraph, Men are judged by two things as far as us women go. Our beauty and how much control they have over us. The first is seen by the dresses we wear, the jewelery we have on, our make up and other such things. Their control is seen by our shackles. ...I guess that' something i failed to mention before. Us girls are kept in shackles by our men. This happens to us throughout our whole lives. It's not something that we're ashamed of. In fact, we like it, it shows the world that we have a man who loves us very much. I know, to most people, the idea of being shackled is an unpleasant one, but that's just how our society is. When my husband locks me up in my shackles, it means good things. It means he loves me very much, it means I've done a good job at being his wife, and it means that I'm his, he owns me.
When I was a little girl, i remember being shackled was not fun, i was scared. My mother had to put the shackles on me, while she was in hers. She would explain to me that the shackles were the most beautiful thing a girl can wear. To this day, I know that this is true. I got used to them as I got older. I had to be shackled all day at school, and since it was a boarding school, a good portion of the evening time i'd spend in cuffs. That was just life. Many men, including Jake, had cages for women when we are being bad or when we need to be kept away. When Jake goes out for the night, I am caged. On the other hand, when jake has his friends over for a poker night, or to watch football or something, I am free, because I need to serve the men, who, I'm sure, all keep their wives in cages while they are out of the house. When all these men are at the house, I am gagged, usually with a ball gag. This does 2 things. I am not allowed to speak when other men are around, so it insures I don't slip up. Men choose whether to allow their wives to speak to others. Some men don't care, those are the ones who don't gag their wives. Other men, such as my husband, will only allow me to speak to other women or members of my family. I like that, because a woman should only interact with a man under those conditions, at least in my opinion, it's just proper. The other thing me being gagged does is it shows his friends that he has complete control over me. Oh, i love it when my husband gags me. When he wants me to do something, there is no greater pleasure than obeying him, such as when he does not want me to speak, allowing him to gag me brings me much joy.
While I am kept in shackles in the house most of the time, they are always on me when we leave the house. Typically, I am put in leg irons, handcuffed behind my back, a waist chain to connect to my cuffs and irons, a collar with a chain connected to it which my husband leads me with, and finally a gag. We go on walks like this, we pass by other couples. The men stop and chat for a moment or 2, while us women check out the other's shackles. Some women are ungagged, or handcuffed in front. Some are just in handcuffs, no leg irons, no collar. I feel sorry for these women, they are not as lucky as I am. If we come up to a woman who is ungagged, sometimes my husband will ungag me and allow me to speak to her for a little bit. Once, while he allowed me to talk to another woman who was handcuffed in front of her body, and leg ironed, she made a comment to me about how lucky i was to be so bound and gagged. I told her that I was very lucky to have such a protective husband. If my husband does not want me to talk to the other woman, he will leave my gag in place. When this happens, I can tell that the other woman is extremely jealous.
In the house, the shackles are on alot. I am usually leg ironed, and my wrists are cuffed to a waist chain that gives me enough movement to do my womanly chores. A gag is put in whenever my husband does not talk to me. If I don't have any chores to do any more, I will either be locked in my cage, or free to roam the house. If he lets me roam, alot of times I go to my cage anyway and read.
I am unshackled when it is time for bed, unless i was a bad girl, in that case, I will be forced to sleep in my cage. My shackles come off right before bed if they're on me, and usually go back on when I wake up. Some men don't shackles their girls as much as Jake does, but again, being shackled is a good thing. The rush of happiness and excitement that comes over me when jake tells me "Time to shackle you up, little lady" Is just overwhelming. I can only respond with a simple "yes sir". I must be in my night wear by 8 everynight, unless Jake has his friends over. In that case, my night wear go on once everyone leaves. I must wear either a night gown, or pair of pajamas, with slippers on my feet, and a bathrobe to preserve modesty. My bathrobe must be tied at all times. Of course, most nights, I am also put into shackles once i change into my night wear.
I'm sure most of you are interested in our sex life. The truth is, while our shackles are a societal symbol of control and male dominance, they do also bring us sexual pleasure. It's pretty common knowledge that us girls are sexually aroused by being shackled so much. We like the feeling of complete helplessness and being restrained. When jake and I roleplay, usually I pretend as if I want him to unshackle me, and I struggle in my bonds. We roleplay that I'm a bad girl and i need a punishment, so he cuffs me and ties me up, and spanks me. Our sex life is terrific. Sometimes we have sex without the cuffs. It's different, but i enjoy that too. Eventhough the handcuffs aren't there to show it, I still feel like he is dominating me. Fortunately we are about to separate our sexual desires from societal obligations. Really, the most sexual arousing thing of the shackles just comes from the roleplay. I understand that as a woman, i owe it to my husband to be shackled during the day. My excitement from being shackled then comes from the idea of obeying my husband. When I am handcuffed for sex, my excitement is from the situation, and the roleplay. It's from the idea that I get rewarded for being a good wife. I am kept in a chasity belt at all times, unless we are about to have sex. Even if I am alone, I cannot masturbate at all. The only times that I am allowed any sexual pleasure is when my husband wants to have sex. Sometimes we go a while without any sex. He masturbates in that while, I know he does, that's his right as a man. I cannot. It builds up, and when we finally do have sex, it's absolutely wonderful!
So yes, I do wonder what life as a man is like, but at the same time, I know that I am a female, and I was born this way for a reason. I was meant to live as a woman. I know that I'm not strong enough to be a male. I belong in my husband's house, in my husband's shackles, serving him in any way he wants. I wouldn't want it any other way. I have to go right now, but hopefully I'll get a chance to continue this and tell more stories about my male dominated society. But for now my husband wants to go on a walk, and this girl needs to be gagged and shackled!