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 The New World Order by Bakeboss: The date, well that is not important, just
say in the not too distant future.  The battle of the sexes is long over
and we men were the losers.  It was hubris that brought us down, we were
stronger and had always been in control, but in reality, it was only
because the Women allowed us this illusion.  As they say, 'to the victors
belong the spoils' and one of the first things they took was our freedom,
with our sexuality following close behind.

   As we were captured, we were separated into two herds by virility.  It
was no surprise that I was put with the meek as no one had ever accused me
of being a he-man.  At first, when I heard of their plans for the virile
herd I was glad I had not been cast with their lot.  The 'real men',
(except for a few of the finest specimens who were kept in zoos) were
stripped of their clothes, branded by their Mistresses, and sent to ranches
much as horses in the last millennium.  Once a year the males, as they are
now called, are rounded up and after checking for diseases they are milked
for their sperm.  The tainted of the herd are destroyed and the rest are
released back to the range.

   As a meek, I was to be kept as a servant and at first, I was sure I
would be much happier with this way of life.  Of course, that was before I
found out that all meeks receive a penectomy.  The penectomy, most cruel of
all male 'enhancements' as the Women called it was used to keep the male
trapped in his sexual desires but without a penis to appease them.  Of
course, all inter-gender sex had been outlawed for years but if you had a
penis, at least you could masturbate to your memories.

   My day starts before dawn, as I must be up early to prepare not only my
own toilet but also get the house ready for Mistress.  I must bathe
everyday for I will surely be punished if Mistress catches the scent of man
on me, even my anus and rectum needs to be clean.  I must take care that
there is no hair on my body and that the hair on my head, long and down to
my shoulders is neat and combed in a pleasing way.  I iron a fresh tunic
and place it over my head making sure it does not fall so low as to cover
my scrotum or the stainless steel ring that goes around it.  We meek must
be always on display this way, with the ring holding the sac away from our
bodies and thus allowing any Woman to fondle us or even to inflect pain if
they so desire.

   Most of the women enjoy displaying their bodies to us servants as we are
expected to take care of their most intimate needs.  Aroused but helpless
we meeks now suffered through what was once our biggest fantasy.  Often
Mistress uses me as lube boy and I stand by her bed ready to massage the
rich luxurious oils she likes into the delicate folds of her sex and her
lover's giant ivory phallus, as needed.  They appear not to even notice I'm
there but their bedside talk is filled with how much superior woman sex is
when compared to mixed gender and I think this is for my humiliation.

   Sometime if Mistress' lover is feeling randy, she will take my 'boy
pussy' as she calls my rectum.  I am made to kneel and worship her fake
appendage as she derides me with insults about my missing penis.  I know
the only lubrication I'm allowed is my own saliva and I so do my best to
coat it completely.  I have even been allowed to kiss and tongue the
Mistresses anus as I'm being sodomized.  This always brings me to great
heights of arousal but with no relief, it soon turns to sheer torture.  I
know this is against the law but I dare not report it for I remember the
boy I replaced did just that.  Instead of her lover being charged the boys
was charged with behaving as a slut and brought before the magistrate.  As
I sat in the courtroom with my Mistress, the boy was brought before the
judge in chains.  I was in shock as I heard the judge say, "Stop right
there, I can see just by looking at you sashay up here that you are nothing
but a slut.  I swear if I had not taken a decency oath I would be tempted
to throw you across this bench and have you right here in front of the
whole court.  Guilty as charged, send this trollop to zoo, we'll see if
those animals can change his altitude."

   Arousal is not the only way the Women keep us meek in line, if we fall
into displeasure with the Mistress she might send us to the man zoos where
we are thrown to the males as fodder.  My Mistress is always threatening me
with this if she feels my devotion is faltering.  The rape of these naughty
meeks is then captured on film and shown to the Women for their enjoyment.
I have had to watch some of these films and believe me I would never want
to be featured in one of them.

   We meeks, already child raisers, are soon to be child bearers as both
eggs and sperm will be implanted into a meek and then he will carry the
child to term.  It is so strange to see a pregnant male, with his big belly
and swollen boobs but even stranger to see one nursing his child out in
public.  Mistress says if they could find a way to make me have her
monthlys it would be a perfect world.

   As I look on this missal, I can't help but wonder who will read it. 
None of the new generation of males are being schooled, as my Mistress says
why teach a male to read if all has to do is the care and amusement of his
Mistress.  I know, that as a meek in this new world order I am the lowest
of the lows but if I serve my Mistress well enough to get a smile on her
lips or even a rarer, 'good job boy' it makes my life worthwhile.