In Gynarchia, Ladies command and males obey. It has been the case for centuries.Icarus, a semi-free male from New Madrid, is arrested for a minor offense and sentenced to two months of judicial training by a mandated Educator.Lucky for the young male, his mandated Educator is none other than Mistress Flor, a lovely young Lady met the previous night, and that had given him her personal number for a future date.The lovely but very strict Educator, Mistress Flor, will train Icarus severely for their shared pleasure.In the meantime, Gynarchia is undergoing a troublesome political change. Lady Isabella, the worst extremist in the Authoritarian Movement, has managed to get elected Supreme Gynarch through plots, subversion and manipulations.In a twist of fate, only Mistress Flor, a simple Citizen and her submissive Icarus, a mere male subject, can now stop the despot to be and save Gynarchia. Can they succeed?Extract:"In a strict, silver-gray Educator uniform was standing before him the lovely young Lady from the previous night. Flor! That was unbelievable! Praised be the Goddess! He had thought he would never get to see her again, and there she was about to train him!Icarus even smiled weakly. He was about to say something, but thought better of it. Maybe she was Flor, the lovely young Lady from the previous night that had given him her personal line. But she was also an Educator. A rule of silence was upon him, a rule that he had already broken once by imploring the heavens for her presence.He was still a prisoner, submissive, bound and prepared for his punishment, but he was now filled with hope. A few more tears ran down his cheeks, though they now were tears of happiness.He realized that she hadn't uttered a word since she had entered. Seconds felt like hours. He thought he saw a naughty smile on the corner of the Lady's mouth. She seemed amused, like she enjoyed the situation in which they both found themselves.However, she was displaying a feigned anger. Her hands were firmly planted on her hips.Finally, she pressed a control on her watch, and the "Silence" signal disappeared from the wall.She took one step, still not bothering to unlock Icarus's irons.Finally, she vigorously slapped Icarus's right cheek."You're smiling, little male! Is there something funny, maybe?"Shaken by the slap but still delighted to be in the presence of his spanker from the previous night, Icarus tried to wipe the smile off his face and answered as humbly as he could:"No Mistress."Another slap."Do you think you're clever, submissive? Tied here, your dick locked in a brand-new chasticape, wearing a prisoner's uniform? Is that how you wanted to spend your Saturday morning?""No Mistress. I am sorry. I was stupid!"Third slap, on the other cheek."You can say that again, little submissive!"She took one step back then finally bothered freeing Icarus from his bindings."Stand up, take your bag and follow me. Not a word!"
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