In the alternate universe where I live, there are two kinds of females: women and subs.

I am a sub

Women are companions of men. They are fully functional members of society. Subs are fuck-meat in captivity. They are a sub-species of females, controlled by their greedy holes. They have no ability to take care of themselves, they must be kept, their holes tamed by Doms. It’s for the good of their health!

Not just anyone can be a Dom. The position entails much responsibility. A Sub’s holes are high maintenance, they must be tended to everyday, they must be trained. A lazy Dom would not be able to keep a sub. If a sub is neglected and left to her own devices, she would easily rub her own pussy or fist her own ass until she passed away from exhaustion.

But there’s a balance. A sub’s holes must be used just the right amount. If her holes are neglected her cortisone levels will rise and she’ll get sick. But if she’s overindulged, she’ll become disobedient. So, there must be a constant equilibrium between quenching her needs and reinforcing how inferior she is for having them. She must be kept properly...

... Today Master is taking me to a tea at a colleague’s home. He says it’s a fancy affair, and so he dresses me accordingly. My long blonde hair is brushed, I’m put in a simple black thong, black high heels, a silver collar, and a black halter top that cuts off at my midsection...

... When we arrive at the party all eyes are on me, because subs are rare and most decent folks have never even seen one in person. Our massive tits and voluptuous asses are quite the spectacle.

I’m the only one dressed provocatively. The other females are women. They’re dressed in 1950s style dresses, long hanging skirts that go down to their knees with modest bodices that barely show off their curves.

I feel uneasy. I can’t help but notice how utterly eye-catching I am standing there nearly naked among so many respectable people who all keep staring at me and whispering to each other with mocking smiles.

Shame collects in my cheeks before it plunges down to my cunt, making me throb. The more humiliated I feel, the hotter my pussy becomes, until I’m so aroused I’m whimpering sadly at Master’s elbow. He ignores me and continues to mingle, guiding me along on my leash between groups of other guests.

“ ... So, this is a sub, huh? Where’d you get her...”

“ ... Ya know I’ve always wanted a sub, but my wife would never let me...”

“ ... Was she very expensive...”

“ ... Do they really need to be ’used’ as much as people say...”

After a few hours of sampling d’oeuvres and making idle chit-chat Master ushers me outside to the smoking area. It’s time for one of my afternoon orgasms and he wants to take a smoke break while he tends to my cunt.