Sexual Equity: Part 3

An orientation continues, in the crib.

In 4 parts, by oolonroosevelt. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

After a few more seconds of staring, Rebecca says “Thank you. In a minute we’ll go into the crib. See the code by the door? You’ll need to remember it. You type that code on the keypad inside the crib to open the door to come back here again. If you type anything else security comes.”

“Ok, follow me into the crib.”

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The crib is similar to the one in E2, but like the waiting room, is much larger. Here the bed is kingsized, with a nightstand on both sides. Some undulating couches line the walls. Several of the very low stools are stacked against one wall. Rebecca enters, picks up a stool and puts it in the middle of the floor. “This is a kneeling stool. You sit down with most of your weight on the seat, but it’s angled so your knees rest on the ground. Then you swing your legs underneath he stool again.” She demonstrates, kneeling, facing them. “See how I don’t sit on the robe, but directly on the seat. The seat pads are changed out after each appointment, with the other linen.

"Take a stool, and kneel, lining up in front of me.” The other women take stools and kneel on them, facing Rebecca. “You will sometimes end up kneeling on the floor, but for long periods, most women find that the stools are more comfortable. The rest of the orientation will be in this room and you’ll be kneeling for most of it. Kneeling helps remind us to be humble before the men we serve.

"When you’re kneeling before a man, you should keep your arms at your sides or behind you, never hiding yourself with them. And when you are addressing him, smile so he knows you are happy to serve. Remember to be happy, grateful, and humble before him.

"OK. Before we bring the instructors in, there are a couple things for us to talk about. First, I do need to mention feudal service. As you know, as elected officials you owe service to citizens here in the cribs, but just as important is the service you owe the king and the duke of your province. Sophie, since you’re an MP you’re not required to provide service to your duke, unless you want to.

"In theory, the King or your duke can come up to you on the street, say ‘Fuck me now,’ and you either have to do it or quit your job. That never actually happens. Almost always, what happens is that his scheduler calls your scheduler, they work out a time when you’re both available, and then he sends you a summons to an audience with him at that time. This is usually in the palace, or the duke’s apartments. There’s an audience room that is usually used, which is basically just a fancy crib, and you perform service, and go home.

"But you should be aware that this is just a convention and the feudal right to service is in theory unlimited. As long as he gives you enough time to do your official duties in the legislature, he has a right to service any time, all the time, and your only recourse is to quit your job.

"Although it hasn’t happened very often, there have been times when a king or a duke used their power to pressure officeholders to do things they wouldn’t have otherwise; sometimes official things, sometimes things in their personal lives. So just be aware it can happen. Kings and dukes have more power in our system than we sometimes give them credit for.

"Having said that, while federal ministers all provide feudal service at least once, many MLAs and backbench MPs, and most local government officials, are never summoned.”

“OK. Now let’s talk about your personal lives. I assume if you’re here, you’ve at least begun to explore how the people you love are going to handle your new obligations. Obviously we have the biggest challenge with husbands and other romantic partners, but our parents and children also often have issues with service.

The Service Office has counselors who can help you and the people in your lives work through it. If you’re married or partnered, you should know they have a lot of experience with adapting relationships to the reality of service, by working with you both to redefine fidelity and establishing new ground rules for your marriage. Contact the Service Office at any time for a counseling appointment.

"The last thing I want to talk about is pregnancy and disability. Is there anybody here who hasn’t had their contraceptive implant?”

Lucy raises her hand. “I wasn’t going to get mine unless I actually won, and I haven’t had time since yesterday. I thought, if I lost, I might want…”

Rebecca says, “Sure. We’ll just make sure you don’t do anything today that would be a problem. You should also consider getting an antimenstrual. Although it’s possible to plan your service around your period, a man is not required to accept service from a woman who is actively menstruating. And if you’d really rather try to just plan around it, you should still maintain your contraceptive implant. Unwanted pregnancies can happen, and if it does you’ll probably never know who the father is; we’re not allowed to disclose anything about any of the patrons, under any circumstances.

"Of course, you might want to get pregnant; this is not discouraged. But there is always some confusion about pregnancy and service. Being pregnant does not excuse you from providing service. We’ve had MPs who were nine months pregnant in here providing service. What is true is that if your doctor says that because of the pregnancy, sex is contraindicated during pregnancy or immediately after the birth, your inability to give service during this time can be excused, and you can still participate in government. That’s different than other kinds of disability. If you have any other kind of injury and are unable to meet your service obligation, you cannot vote or act as a minister. MPs have 90 days to get a clean bill of health and meet their service obligation, or their seat is deemed vacated. Each province has different rules about disability vacancy, and I don’t know them all, but providing service is considered an absolute prerequisite for governing. Some people justified the excusing of pregnancy related disabilities based on the idea that 'pregnancy is another kind of service,’ but that’s a very limited exception.

"Any questions?”

Holly says, “What happens if I’m menstruating and the man refuses?”

“Good question. If for any reason service isn’t performed successfully, whether because of menstruation, or the man doesn’t feel satisfied, or you miss an appointment, or whatever, it doesn’t count as meeting your obligation, and you will also have to add an additional service obligation before the end of the next month. It doesn’t matter whose fault it is. There’s a process if there’s a dispute about whether service was performed successfully, or if either a man or woman has ongoing issues, but it’s almost never needed.

"OK, anything else? If not I’m going to bring the instructors in.”

Rebecca rises, presses a button on the wall marked Ready, and returns to the stool. She turns it so she can see both the women and the door marked Men’s Exit. After a minute, Mr. M and Mr. V walk in from that door, wearing their wraps.

Rebecca smiles, looks up at them, and says “Hello. My name is Rebecca. May I serve you by continuing the orientation?”

Mr. M replies, “Yes, Rebecca. Please carry on.”

Rebecca says “Thank you, sir.” Addressing the women, she says, “In this room, above all else, we women are here to serve. Outside this room, Mr. M and Mr. V are under my authority as the head of the Service Office. In this room, I serve them, and I must get their permission before continuing.” Again addressing the instructors and smiling, she asks, “Sirs, may I remove your wraps?”

“Yes, Rebecca,” says Mr. M.

Rebecca rises, walks to the instructors and removes each of their wraps, placing them on hooks by the door. Again, a few of the women can’t help but giggle. Rebecca returns to her stool and again addresses the women. “Again with the giggling. Remember, as MLAs, over a typical four year session, you’ll provide service to almost five hundred men, a thousand if you’re a provincial minister or an MP. You’ll get all kinds; young, old, fat, skinny, tall, short. And you’ll see, and touch, all kinds of cocks; big ones, little ones, hopefully mostly hard ones but not always. The thanking ritual we’re about to do is something we do in orientation, to get you used to seeing and touching them in this context.” She turns to the men, smiling once more, and asks. “Sirs, may we thank you properly for our service?”

Mr. M says “Yes, Rebecca,” again.

Rebecca says to the women, “I’ll go first. Follow my lead: do as I do.” Rebecca rises, walks over to Mr. M, and kneels on the ground before him. Taking his penis lightly in both her hands, she kisses the glans, then looks up into his eyes, and smiles. “Thank you, sir, for this opportunity to serve.” She then releases the penis, rises, and kneels before Mr. V. Again, she takes the penis, kisses it and thanks him. Then, she rises again and returns to her stool.

“All right. Eva, you’re first. Stand up, go to Mr. M, and kneel before him. Take his cock in your hands; no, both hands, hold it loosely, and then kiss it. Good. Now look up at him, smile, and say 'Thank you, sir, for this opportunity to serve.’” Eva repeats it. “Good. Now let go, stand up, and kneel before Mr. V, and do it again.

One by one, each of the women performs the ritual for each man. "Thank you, sir, for this opportunity to serve.” “Thank you, sir, for this opportunity to serve.” Holly can’t get through it without laughter, and so Rebecca makes her repeat it four times before Holly finally manages to thank both men properly.

After the last woman returns to her stool, Rebecca again kneels before Mr. M, takes his penis and kisses it before smiling and looking up at him. This time she says “On behalf of the Parliamentary Office for State Service, I thank you for this opportunity to serve. I bid you farewell until your next service.” At that, Mr. M says “Thank you, Rebecca,” dons his wrap, and exits the room. She repeats the process for Mr. V, and he also leaves.

Rebecca returns to her stool and addresses the women again. “We’ll call them back shortly, but first, think about how it feels to do what you’ve just done. Think about who you are now that you’ve done it. State service isn’t mainly about how it makes the men feel, although it is about that. It’s mainly about the way it makes you feel. It’s about reminding you that even though you have the power to make law and run the government, and in some cases you may even have the power of life and death, you exercise that power as servants of the people.

"You, as officeholders, are the embodiment of the government. The men in this room are, in turn, the embodiment of the people, who are sovereign over this country and from whom your power derives. These roles you embody are acted out by your actual bodies.

"In serving these men you are manifesting democracy itself: the principle that it is the government that serves the people, and not the people who serve the government. And as that principle is so fundamental to democracy, we must manifest it fundamentally: by serving in the most visceral, instinctual way possible. There is no surer way to break through the crust of our conscious mind through to our emotional, instinctual selves than through sex. While the immediate object of what we do is the pleasure of the patrons, its more important purpose is to use our animal natures to shape ourselves into responsible stewards of the nation. I hope you can remember that. Every time you give service, you should remember.

"Now, we’ve each thanked Mr. M and Mr. V for the opportunity to serve, but as I said, that’s a ritual we do just in training and counseling sessions. Actual service consists of pleasing the man to the point of climax. The patron has the right to request service by hand, mouth, or by intercourse, and you’re required to make a good faith effort to pleasure him enough to bring him to orgasm.

"So, we will complete today’s orientation by actually going through with some sexual acts, although because these are Service Office instructors, they can’t count toward your service obligation. Unfortunately we don’t have the time, nor our instructors the stamina, for all of us to provide service today, but we will give pleasure to both of our instructors.

"Before we do that, I’ll teach you the traditional greeting and farewell. When the man first comes in, you greet him by saying 'Hello, my name is’ and then your first name, and then "May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or through intercourse?’” Let’s try it, one by one. Eva?“

"Hello, my name is Eva. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or through intercourse?”

“Good. Holly?” They each repeat it, one after the other. After the last one, Rebecca says “That’s great, you’re all stars. Remember that no woman in here uses anything but her first name—when the prime minister comes in, she says 'Hello, my name is Judy’ like anyone else. And we never ask the name of the men we’re serving, and even if they say it, we never use it. It’s always 'Sir.’ Also, although the patrons can talk about whatever they want, you mustn’t discuss or answer questions about anything other than your service here.

"Now, the farewell statement is slightly different depending on your role, but it is basically 'On behalf of’ whoever you’re part of, 'thank you for this opportunity to serve. I bid you farewell until your next service.’ Lucy, you’ll say 'On behalf of the City of Poole,’ and Sophie, you’ll say 'On behalf of the House of Representatives.’ The rest will say 'On behalf of the Deltaland Legislative Assembly,’ There will be more to learn if you ever become a minister.

"Ok, so let’s start with Sophie and Lucy. Sophie?”

“On behalf of the House of Representatives, I thank you for this opportunity to serve. I bid you farewell until your next service.”

“Good. Lucy?”

“On behalf of the City Council of Poole”

Rebecca interrupts. “Just the City of Poole.”

“Right. On behalf of the City of Poole, I thank you for this opportunity to serve. I bid you farewell until your next service.”

And then, Eva, what do the rest of you say?

“On behalf of the Legislative Assembly of the Province of Deltaland, I thank you for this opportunity to serve. I bid you farewell until your next service.”

Rebecca asks each of them to repeat it in turn, and when this is satisfactory, says “Once you bid him farewell, you rise and return to the lounge. As you rise, you again become the self you are on the outside, the leader, the decision maker. That is when you should allow yourself to feel proud of all you’ve accomplished, proud of what you’ve done in the world and most of all, proud of the service you’ve just provided. Be humble until then, but as you rise, be proud.

"Ok, we’ll call the instructors back now, one at a time. Can I have two volunteers? Lucy, this is what you shouldn’t do at the moment.”

After a pause, Brooke raises her hand. “No one else?” asks Rebecca. “I can do it, but it’s really better for you to step up.” Elizabeth slowly raises her hand. Rebecca says, “Great. Brooke, you go first. At this point, you should take my place at the front. We’ll each keep our own stools. I’ll tell you what to do and say, but you’ll be the one performing service. Okay? You sit here.” They switch places.

“When you’re ready, press the button on the wall, and then come back to your spot.” Brooke does. A few moments later, Mr. M. walks through the door. Rebecca shoots a look at Brooke, who remembers to smile and say, “Hello, my name is Brooke. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or through intercourse?”

Mr. M says “Brooke, I would like you to serve me with your mouth.”

Rebecca says “OK, Brooke. We usually perform oral service using the chair. He sits in the chair, and you use your stool to sit before him. You can say 'Would you like to sit in the chair, sir?’ But there’s not really a script for this part. He might also prefer to lie in bed and have you fellate him there.”

Brooke says, “Sir, would you like to sit in the chair?”

Mr. M says “Yes, Brooke, I would.” Mr. M sits in the chair, and Brooke moves her stool in front of him.

“I think I know this part,” says Brooke, and first opens Mr. M’s wrap, and then begins kissing and then licking Mr. M’s penis, while massaging his testicles with her fingers. As the penis stiffens, Brooke takes it fully into her mouth.

“Look at Brooke,” says Rebecca to the rest of the women. “Imagine that it’s you, because soon it will be. Imagine what it feels like to be down there, kneeling before this man, holding him in your mouth, acting only for his pleasure.”

Mr. M strokes Brooke’s hair as she moves her mouth up and down his penis. Soon Mr. M is moaning softly, and it is not long before he gasps, his body stiffens, and his eyes roll upward. From Brooke’s reaction it’s clear he’s ejaculated down her throat. She then pulls away from him.

Rebecca says “Wait just a minute or two while he recovers, and then thank him.”

After a moment Mr. M comes back to himself, and Brooke smiles and says, “On behalf of the Legislative Assembly of the Province of Deltaland, thank you for this opportunity to serve. I bid you farewell until your next service.”

Mr. M says, “Yes, Brooke, it was very good. You should ask before removing the wrap, but I haven’t had many first timers do that well.” He closes his wrap, stands up and leaves.

Rebecca says, “All right. Elizabeth, you’re the next volunteer. Please bring your stool up to the front, and then Brooke, take Elizabeth’s place. Elizabeth, before you press the button, I have some questions for Brooke.”

They settle in, and Rebecca asks, “Brooke, how do you feel?”

“Well tired a bit, and a bit sore. I don’t do that very often.”

“I see. I meant, what’s your emotional state? What are your feelings right now?”

Brooke looks pensive. “I guess I’m pleased with myself. Mr. M seemed happy and I feel like I did a good job of giving pleasure. It felt great to have him come, like I had accomplished what I set out to do. I can’t say it makes me feel like the embodiment of democracy, though.”

Rebecca chuckles. “No, of course not. But think about it this way. You just got elected to be one of the leaders of your province. You’ll be sitting on committees, making important decisions about new laws and programs, representing your people in the legislature. Somebody might say that someone in that situation might feel she was too good to lower herself before a man and give him carnal pleasure. And yet you said you felt great about it, you got a lot of satisfaction. Right?”

Brooke says “Well, yes.”

Rebecca says “So this experience has taught you that you can get satisfaction from service, even this, which might be considered menial or vulgar. You should get satisfaction from service in governing, too. It’s easy to imagine someone in the legislature getting caught up in utopian dreams, or consumed by hunger for power. But your experience here powerfully reinforces that service gives satisfaction. And you’ll be reminded of this over and over, ten times a month as a backbench MLA, and even more if you become a minister. You will feel the value of service, and because it’s sexual service, with that direct line to the visceral and instinctual, you’ll feel it not just in your conscious mind but on the deepest level. And as these men represent the people, your strong, instinctual attachment to the principle of service will extend to your work as officeholders. And you’ll be a better leader and make better decisions because of it.”

Brooke nods and looks thoughtful. Rebecca says, “Elizabeth, if you’re ready, you can press the button.”

Elizabeth does, and returns to the stool. Mr. V enters. Elizabeth says, as she was taught, “Hello, my name is Elizabeth. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or through intercourse?”

Mr. V says, “I would like to have intercourse, please. Can you lie on the bed, face up?”

Elizabeth responds “Yes, sir,” and begins to lie down.

Rebecca says “Elizabeth, for intercourse, you’ll want to remove your robe, since it can get tangled. You can put it on the hook there.”

“Ah, right,” says Elizabeth. She’s a bit flustered. She stands up, takes off her robe nervously and hangs it from the hook. Now completely nude, she lies on the bed.

Rebecca says, “Let’s all stand up so we can see better. Remember to imagine that it’s you on the bed instead of Elizabeth. Imagine it’s you about to present your open body to him.”

Mr. V says “Here, I like to be off the edge of the bed.” He takes hold of Elizabeth’s leg and slides her, rotating her body, so that she’s lying sideways, with her legs partly off the bed. Mr. V stands between her legs.

“Oh! Oh,” squawks Elizabeth, taken aback. Mr. V reaches down and begins to stroke Elizabeth’s nipples, one in each hand. Now she relaxes just a bit, and moans slightly. Mr. V, aroused, brings his hardening penis up and touches the entrance of her vulva. Elizabeth spreads her legs and Mr. V enters, but roughly. “I guess I’m pretty dry down there,” she mumbles.

“Oh no! I forgot!” says Rebecca. “I should have told you, there’s lube and other supplies here in the nightstand.” She gets up, walks to the nightstand and fetches a squeeze bottle of lubricant. Elizabeth reaches out with her hand and Rebecca passes it to her. She takes the bottle, squeezes some on her fingers, and reaches down to rub them over Mr. V’s penis.

Mr. V yelps. “Cold! and that tickles!” Elizabeth pulls her hands away, and Mr. V withdraws, his penis shrinking. Elizabeth just lies on the bed, unsure what to do.

Rebecca says “OK. Sir, I think we should start over.”

Mr. V says “Yes. Okay. Elizabeth, this is your first time giving service, right?”

Elizabeth has trouble speaking. “Yes. I’ve been with boyfriends, but we always talked before… they were gentle…”

Rebecca says, “Well, you have a right to expect service recipients to be respectful, but they’re not always going to be gentle and they’re certainly not always going to want to discuss what’s going to happen. I know this is partially my fault for not telling you about the lube. Let’s start over. Sir, if you would put your wrap back on, and Elizabeth, if you could return the lube and then take your place on the stool again. Don’t bother putting your robe back on. The rest of us should kneel again, too.”

They do, and Elizabeth says her line: “Hello, my name is Elizabeth. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or through intercourse?” but this time with a catch in her voice.

Mr. V says “I’d like to have intercourse with you on the bed and me standing on the side. Can you lie on the bed, with your legs toward me?”

Elizabeth relaxes a bit; she knows what’s going on now. She says “Yes, sir. Let me get myself ready for you, sir.” She looks through the items in the nightstand drawer, finds the lubricant once again, lies back on the bed, rubs the lube on her fingers, but this time uses her fingers to put the lube inside herself. “I’m ready, sir,” she says.

Mr. V again removes his wrap and approaches the bed, and again reaches down to stroke Elizabeth’s nipples. She moans louder this time. She touches his arm with her hand. “Are my hands cold now, sir?”

Mr. V says “no, they’re fine.” Elizabeth reaches down and takes his penis in her hand, lightly brushing it. Soon it is erect, and Mr. V again brings it up to enter Elizabeth. This time there is no difficulty, and Mr. V thrusts himself into her. She reaches down and strokes her clitoris as Mr. V moves in and out. After some time where Mr. V thrusts while stroking her breasts and her nipples, Mr. V stiffens, has an orgasm, and ejaculates.

Elizabeth realizes he is finished and stops rubbing herself. After Mr. V pulls out and steps back, Elizabeth gets out of bed and kneels before him. “On behalf of the Legislative Assembly, I thank you for the opportunity to serve, sir. I bid you farewell.”

“Close enough for now,” says Rebecca.

Mr. V puts his wrap back on. “Well, Elizabeth, it would probably be good for us to work together to smooth this out for next time. Most patrons won’t stop everything to start over. Still, I think the second time went pretty well. You should let me be the one who rubs your clit, though. Rebecca can put us in touch.” He exits.

As the door closes, Elizabeth gets up and goes back to the nightstand drawer. “I’m sorry.. I’m so close… just a minute,” she says. She pulls out a bullet vibrator from the drawer and turns it on. She lies back on the bed and rubs it against her clitoris, as the other women in the room look on. It takes less than a minute for her to begin moaning and experience an orgasm of her own.

Rebecca gives a sly smile. “All’s well that ends well?”

After a few seconds Elizabeth sits up. “I… well I needed that. I’m surprised nobody else wants to.”

Brooke says “Well, for me, it can be fun to do blowjobs but it’s not arousing in that way, and you know, a bunch of naked girls is actually kind of a turnoff for me, no offense. I’m into guys. But I’m glad you had a good time. I kind of wish I’d been the one on the bed.”

Elizabeth says, “Well next time…”

Rebecca says, “Ok, so Elizabeth, after all that, what are your feelings? I know you had an orgasm, but that’s not what I mean.”

Elizabeth says, “Right, I know. To be honest, I feel kind of bad for messing it up the first time. And then from what he said, I’m not sure touching myself is what you’d consider 'the spirit of service.’”

Rebecca says, “Well, it can be. Sometimes the man wants to see you get off. Just like watching men come can be a turn on for us, watching women come can be a turn on for them. That’s why vibrators are provided. But it wasn’t a turn on for Mr. V, and in any event you weren’t thinking of him when you did it. So you’re right, it wasn’t in the correct spirit of service. You may need practice with that.

"You know that when Mr. M and Mr. V aren’t doing orientations, they are instructors here in the Service Office. We have classes and private lessons to help you perform well, both in keeping the right frame of mind around service and also in techniques for increasing the man’s pleasure.

"Although the main purpose of service is to guide the women’s mindsets toward better decision making, we do want to give the men we serve the best time we can. Also, of course, even if they don’t want to formally complain, it doesn’t help anybody’s reelection campaign to leave a constituent unhappy with service they’ve received. Our instructors can help.

"Mr. M naturally specializes in fellatio, and Mr. V in intercourse. Elizabeth, Mr. V was suggesting you do some work with him, and I think that’s a good idea. If after this experience, you’re not comfortable with Mr. V, there are other instructors as well, although Mr. V usually receives very good feedback from his students.”

Elizabeth says “These are, um, practical classes?”

Rebecca chuckles. “Usually. Certainly if you take private lessons, you can assume you’ll be practicing service to your instructor. Some group classes are hands on, some aren’t.”

Elizabeth looks down. “At this point, more practical experience with Mr. V sounds pretty good, actually.”

Rebecca says, “Great; I’ll get you information about our offerings. Usually they’re here, but we do sometimes offer classes in the provinces, so that might work better for you. In the meantime, I still want to hear more about what your feelings are.”

Elizabeth says “Well… as I said, I felt pretty bad about doing so poorly the first time. But the second time was nice… I don’t feel that sense of satisfaction that Brooke talked about, but even though he was kind of rough the first time, I still think I can do better for Mr. V. I might take lessons from him.”

Rebecca says, “So you feel positive toward Mr. V. You want to feel like you’ve served him well. You want him to be satisfied with you. You want to please him.” Elizabeth nods.

“I think you’ll find it’s often the case that you feel that way about the men you have intercourse with. Intercourse, even more than other sexual experiences, can break through your conscious mind and reach down into your deepest emotions. If you’re having intercourse with a man, you’re having him put his most intimate private part literally inside your most intimate private part. And both of these are parts that in our public lives we don’t even mention, much less let others see. Precisely because we don’t talk about them, experiences with them sail right past the thinking parts of our brains and straight into our deepest feelings. That’s why nonconsensual encounters are so painful. But aside from situations like assault, intercourse makes a man and a woman feel closer, even if they started off, as you and Mr. V did, as strangers.

"This is especially true for women, because a woman literally takes a man inside herself. The man puts himself inside the woman, which for him is a vulnerability that requires trust, and this does bring him closer to her. But for him, she is always on the outside of him, close but still other. For her, there is a literal incorporation of his body into hers. And for that moment he is part of her. For her, they are one. His pleasure is her pleasure, his satisfaction is hers. And this feeling can persist long beyond the sex act itself.

"But then, if she were to abandon him, she’d be abandoning part of herself, and if she hurt him, she’d be hurting herself.

"This is the source of the inequity between men and women that has lasted through most of history. It’s not because women are weaker. There is a difference in physical strength, but that doesn’t explain why women don’t run away or band together to fight individual men. The reason is because for a woman to have a conflict with her man, that conflict becomes an internal one, a conflict with herself. That’s not to say that women never leave men or come into conflict with them, obviously. But in general and over time, women suffer from their internalization of the conflict. Men do not have this handicap, so over time they have been able to prevail and establish patriarchal society throughout the world..

"The Sexual Equity system changes this calculus; makes a strength out of weakness. We give men something they want — sexual service. In return, they allow us exclusive authority over the practical side of law and government. Since the establishment of Sexual Equity, women have used law and government to change society to eliminate the vestiges of male dominance. Yes, in order to placate men, we allow them the trappings of patriarchy — the honors system, the figurehead roles of the king and dukes. But in ordinary life on our streets, in our workplaces and in homes —we have more egalitarian relations between men and women than in any country ever. We also have the least corrupt, least scandal ridden governments in history. And this is because we have been able to use the experience of providing sexual service to make ourselves better decision makers, and better people.

"This is why it must be women who control government: because it is women who incorporate men’s bodies into their own, which in turn incorporates men’s feelings into their own. And so only women can use those feelings to provide the fairest government for everyone. Women can do that for men; men cannot do that for women. It does not mean that women are inherently better people, or that men are inherently worse people, But we must never again let them govern, to allow them to reimpose the patriarchy we lived with for so long.

"As for Mr. V, Elizabeth: he is a professional. Sex, and intercourse specifically, is part of his work. If you let yourself fixate on him personally, you’ll be disappointed, although the instructors and counselors know how to help you through that.

"But if you can take these feelings of wanting to please Mr. V and turn them into a general desire to please all your patrons, then that will eventually ripen into a general desire to serve all the people those patrons represent, and that would be a positive result.

"I did forget to tell you about the supplies. The drawers in each crib are supplied with lube, and a selection of toys: usually vibrators, prostate massagers and cock rings, sometimes other things, depending. There’s usually a wedge pillow, and there’s a blanket if you want to use this room to rest, although most women find the lounge more restful; there’s are blankets and vibrators in the closet there, too. When you’re done in here, leave out anything you’ve used so that housekeeping knows to clean and replace it. They clean in the cribs between every assignment, but not the lounges; if you leave the lounge unready for the next woman, press the button for housekeeping before you go. There’s a hamper in the closet for your robes.

"So that’s the end of the orientation. I hope you feel prepared to begin fulfilling your service obligation. We’ll need to clean this room for the next appointment at 12:45: until then I’d encourage you to stay and use this time to get used to seeing and being seen in just your service robe, and to discuss your experiences. When you’re done with that, feel free to use the shower or the whirlpool bath in the lounge. Security will buzz you when time is about up. If the door between the crib and lounge closes, remember today’s code to open it is 2701: please press the Finished button in the lounge before you leave.

"I’ll leave you now, but if you’d like to talk with me or a counselor, or want information on further instruction, you can come to the Service Office and we’re happy to help. Thanks for coming to orientation, and from the bottom of my heart, thank you for your service.”

To be continued in part 4, by oolonroosevelt for Literotica