Crimes Against Femmanity Part 4
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Crimes Against Femmanity Part 1
Dear Madam Editor of Sissy Life Magazine and to the Madam citizens of
Femkind, here is my story, my warranted punishment, and my growth as a
small insignificant piece in Your glorious cultured society. Ma'am's, I
hope if you do decide to publish my story in your magazine, that Madam
readers of Femkind can find some joy in my story. Lucky literate males, I
hope you can learn from my crimes and continue to serve your Femkind
overlords well.
THE BEFORE TIMES:
Before Femkind took Her rightful place as the ruler of human society,
before our current glorious Matriarchy, I was student in law school. For
the common uneducated male being read this article by their Mistress, yes
this was back when males were allowed in public integrated society,
allowed to attend school, learn how to read and write hence how I am
writing now, own property, have credit cards, use currency, drive a car,
own a business, and even vote! All males were free and not required to be
under the supervision of women. Yes, all things thankfully preposterous
for males today. Since Femkind won the war society has obviously changed
for the better, but back then incompetent and incapable male leaders
allowed me and other males to be in situations our silly pathetic
animalistic male brains were not capable of handling. This gross mistake
is how I was able to attend a university and pursue an education in "law"
- silly male law that is. Sadly, in those times, women were a minority in
law school, most of our professors were even male if you could believe
that, due to the male oppression of women. I still do not understand how
males, the less intelligent and evolved half of homo sapiens were able to
oppress the far superior Femkind, but that is something you will have to
ask a historian or for the male reader, your guardian.
I'm sorry Madam readers, I digress, back to my past.
Currently I cannot remember too much from my "education" if you could
call it that, only that I never graduated. I strongly agree with what our
President has stated many times in her speeches "Human are no more suited
for education than any other primate" and I am a prime example of the
President's sentiment, not that my opinion should matter hence why it is
against the law for males to vote.
That said please Madams know I am not making excuses for myself or using
my former male animalistic instincts as an out; I am saying it is
evidence that males need strong Femkind guidance and cannot and should
not be free. It was when I was free, in academia, where I committed the
crimes I will now rightfully spend the rest of my life paying for. It is
due to the mercy and love of Femkind that I am even here able to write to
you about my story. Since male illiteracy is on the rise, thankfully a
time will one day come where all of Femmenia and Femkind will never have
to see writing from a male ever again.
MY ARREST:
My mother tragically died during my birth and my father was an
insignificant criminal in the before times put to death at the end of the
war. My only family is the daughter of my mother's brother, my younger
cousin. After the war when all males were required to have a Femkind
guardian, my cousin went through a lot of work to help me. She legally
agreed to take me into her custody where as a male I could no longer work
for pay. To show my gratitude towards her rescue, I begged her to let me
do some form of work, but it was the against the law for males to do work
Femkind citizens could be paid for. It quickly became clear the only
thing I could do was be her secretary and scheduling assistant. Since
males are not allowed out in public, I worked remotely from one of the
many apartments she owned.
I was her property by law but she always treated me with warmth,
compassion, and kindness. At work I was her direct subordinate and my job
responsibilities primarily entailed scheduling and organizing the many
meetings and events she had on her calendar, something that is supposed
to be simple job but difficult for males. She was a renowned architect
and I felt a sense of pride and belong working for her, even if it was
the lowest position she had to give and gave out of sympathy. As my boss,
in addition to what I said before, my cousin was a very sweet to me and
never once spanked me for the many times I messed up even though she had
every right to come to her apartment where I was staying and discipline
me anytime she wanted and how she wanted. She never even scolded me, she
would always try to praise me and boost my confidence. As I alluded to
before, I loved working for her and I am still thankful she, despite no
legal obligation, gave me a place to stay.
Since the apartment was very tiny and not overly complicated for a male
to take care of she allowed me to stay there on my own with the
occasional checkups in which she always brought me food, food that
Femkind would regularly eat and not the cheaper male food. I can still
remember every time I tried to bow to her as was customary for a male
when greeting a Femkind, she would always stop me with a warm embrace and
a kiss on the forehead. Even though I couldn't own property, she made it
feel like I had a place of my own though it was very much hers in every
respect. I did feel very sentimental about the place since the apartment
was the very apartment I bought in the before times while in school.
After the revolution, all property was transferred to Femkind, the
apartment being no different was transferred to its rightful owner and
landlord, my legal guardian, my cousin, with I losing all rights to it.
Rights that no male should've ever had to be perfectly honest! I said it
before and I need to say it again, my cousin the rightful owner of the
space was so kind to let me stay and have a place. If not for her I would
have lived in Male Public Housing which is where males without Femkind
guardians live in cages as is necessary! I have so much love for her and
will always look up to her. I miss her very much but unfortunately after
my arrest I never heard from or saw her again. I have brought shame to
her through no fault of her own, this disgrace and grief I have caused
her must have really betrayed her, I cannot imagine how rightfully
disgusted she is with me!
So to my cousin, Ma'am, please if you are reading this, would you please
visit me when you have time in your busy schedule. I love you so much and
I am sorry for what I have caused you and any stains I left on your name!
I do not deserve your forgiveness but I miss you so much and think about
you often. You took care of me like as if you were a sister, you are my
only family, I love you dearly! So please Ma'am, please find me, I beg of
you to punish me as is required!
Now that you know about my living situation let me tell you the events of
an ordinary Tuesday night. It was late evening and I was in the apartment
getting ready for bed. I heard a key insert itself into the door, the
lock unlatched. I am guessing my cousin gave the police the key. The
policewomen were highly methodical and came in very quick. They did not
say a word to me, almost instantly I was tranquilized. Before I could
fall to floor I feel into the arms of a policewoman. The room was
spinning and I was on the verge of blacking out. The cop lifted me off my
feet and shoved me into what looked like a portable kennel that her
partner was holding open. I then blacked out, that is all I can remember
and the last time I ever saw that apartment.
MY TRIAL:
When I awoke I could feel I was in small kennel, blindfolded and gaged,
scared and confused, a breeze on my body let me know I was completely
naked. I could feel I was being rolled and moved about, I was able to
hear I was in tow to someone walking in high heels. Finally, the motion
stopped, it went quiet as I heard a heavy metal door shut.
Moments later the door opened. I heard someone say, "It's now awake". A
different set of heels entered the room, ones belonging to a much more
formal and sophisticated gait. The footsteps stopped directly in front of
my kennel. My kennel was unlocked and I was hastily pulled out by a
collar I did not realize I had on. On all fours my blindfold was removed
and I saw shinny expensive black patent pumps encasing black nylon feet.
I tried to mumble something through my gag but the heels I was staring at
gently stomped and talked right over me.
"I am your lawyer selected by your legal guardian, I will be defending
you," the voice continued, "you are being charged with crimes against
Femmanity, you can either plead guilty or not guilty."
I tried mumbling into my gag to ask what it was that I have done.
With just a small sigh and then a quick pause for breath She continued.
"Here are your options. You can plead not guilty, but if you are found
guilty the punishment is death. And let me tell you, you will be found
guilty. Or you can plead guilty which I highly recommend. In this
scenario you will be sentenced to either a life of extremely hard labor,
a life as sex slave, a life as dog, or a life as domestic slave. A sex
slave is usually reserved for males who have committed small crimes and
actually have masculinity worth saving, the later can also be said for
hard labor. You have neither working for you, nor are you tall enough and
I can see your penis is too tiny. I could ask for you to be a sex slave
to non-convicted well-behaved males but your crimes are too severe for
even that to be a viable option. Crossing that off, that leaves either a
dog or a domestic slave. The court requires you to pick and takes your
pick into consideration. So, before you pick let me explain what will
happen in each."
I tried to lift my head up to see if there was any way She would take the
gag out of my mouth to let me speak. My eyes only got up to Her black
pantyhosed knees when She gently but firmly pushed my head back down to
where I was looking back at Her perfect and shiny pumps again.
Again, I mumbled into my gag, but this time louder. In the middle of my
mumbling not caring if I could or could not hear Her, She very calmly
continued what She had to say.
"As a dog you will have to be neutered but I can advocate for you to be
left male so you can keep your penis. Your spine will be reshaped and
restructured, you will never be able to stand again, your vocal cords
will be altered so you can only bark, your tongue lengthened so it sticks
out, and you will have to get used to eating gross dog food for the rest
of your days!"
Again, I started mumbling in into my gag when She gently shushed me like
a naughty toddler.
"It's best you remain quiet and just listen, there's more. Your limbs
fixed in such a way to help you adjust to being on all fours. You will be
given to a shelter where you will be properly trained in basic obedience
to Femkind. You will stay at the shelter until you are adopted, if you
are ever adopted. If not, the shelter might sell you to a zoo or a
circus, so you better learn how to be cute and adoptable. As much as I
think you are a dog, I think you will want to hear the second option
since it sounds very suitable for you, so listen closely."
She patted my head and continued.
"Your second option, a domestic slave will be as follows. You will
undergo gender reassignment surgery, your testicles will be removed, your
penis will be shaped into a full vagina and you will take estrogen, lots
of estrogen. Yes, you will become closer to becoming a woman but you will
never be defined as such, your gender will be legally changed from male
to sissy. But know even a sissy, though still not a citizen, has more
rights than males. You will be allowed to be in public society again,
just like before the Female World Order, you will be allowed to shop at
stores provided you have your Mistress's permission, you will even be
allowed to use currency unlike males. However, before you receive most of
these limited rights you will have to graduate from the very difficult
Finishing School for Proper Sissies after your medical transformation of
course, where you will be trained to be a house maid for 4 long years.
Upon graduation you will be given a proper name. After graduation you
will serve the school as their maid until they are able to find you a
Mistress who will be your new legal guardian for the rest of your life.
To be perfectly honest, this almost is not even a punishment and very
appropriate for you!"
"Good you didn't speak this time!" she said in a patronizing tone after a
brief silence.
"Let's cut right to the chase, how do you plead?"
This time before I could mumble questions into my gag She softly stomped
Her heel and said, "If not guilty stand up, if guilty crawl back into
your kennel!"
This time I threw a fit mumbling into my gag as loud and with much energy
as I possibly could. That is when my collar shocked me and I heard
multiple guards rush in. In a flash my nose was pinned to the floor as I
was flogged hard and mercilessly. It did not take long for me to start
crying accompanied by moans and drool coming from my gag. My face was in
a pool of tears, sweat, snot, and spit, still the flogging continued from
multiple guards at once.
Eventually I heard my Lawyer forcefully say, "OK ... it's had enough,
please do not beat it again, you may all leave, do not do that unless I
call for you!"
My nose still touching the floor with me heavily wheezing and whimpering
as the guards left.
I tearfully mumbled thank you Ma'am into my gag which despite my
whimpering, crying, and gag my Lawyer still managed to hear.
"You're welcome," she replied softly.
She very gently touched my forehead, knelt down and like a mother with an
infant wiped the drool off of my lips with a handkerchief, then She
quickly padded my nose which was now only barely off the dirty floor.
Finally, She took Her thumbs and gently whipped my cheekbones free of
tears. I only caught a quick glimpse of Her pink painted nails but
somehow, I starred past her face.
After She finished cleaning me up, She rose to Her feet.
"It really is for your own good not to try and speak. Little outbursts
like the one you just had put me in a position where I can't protect you.
You will only make it worse for yourself. So, no more tantrums ok?"
Yes, Ma'am I said into my gag.
"You have decisions to make and you have to make them, there's absolutely
no choice in that matter. Stand up to plead not guilty, crawl back into
your little kennel if you are guilty."
What did I even do Ma'am is what I mumbled.
This time she very loudly shushed me and said very sternly "this is the
last time I will ask you and I am going to give you exactly 10 seconds to
decide before I walk out of here, and believe me you do not want to know
what happens if I walk without you making a plea."
Having never looked up above my Lawyer's knees, in defeat and not wanting
to be executed I reversed myself back into the kennel, my head down with
the gag still in my mouth.
I then saw my Lawyer's whole body and face for the first time as She bent
down to close the door to my kennel and lock me back in. She was wearing
a charcoal skirt suit and a pink blouse. Her gorgeous legs looked amazing
in Her black pantyhose. Her makeup was gorgeous and professional with
beautiful dark pink lipstick and tied back tight blond hair. She looked
so perfect, so dominant, so fierce and intimidatingly powerful, and yet
somehow warm, but also so vaguely familiar.
Still kneeling down, She then looked at me in my cage making direct eye
contact, I felt so small, I lowered my head toward the floor scared and
ashamed to face Her. With all that had happened I had forgotten I was
still completely without clothes. She started speaking again.
"I am glad you finally listened and chose guilty, it would have been such
a waste for you to be put down. Now I need you to move your head up and
down for a dog or left and right for a domestic slave. If you pick
neither the court will pick for you and perform the procedures without
any painkillers as punishment for your defiance, trust me you do not want
that! Just so you know, they usually pick dog for those who refuse to
pick but you could be placed in either. So what will it be, and don't be
disobedient with me, I want you to pick without me having to ask again!"
With tears running down my face I started hysterically crying again my
whole-body shivering. Knowing I had to make a choice I chose what seemed
to be the better punishment. I slowly shook my head left to right.
"Very good, sissy it is, and I am really glad you chose that, trust me,
it will really suit you perfectly," is what She said before standing up.
"Guards, I am done, the sissy pleads guilty, wheel the soon to be former
male into the courtroom please."
To hear those words from Her mouth were like a million daggers puncturing
my entire body. My body tingled and went numb, defenseless, vulnerable,
and defeated all I could do was continue crying as I watched my Lawyer
leave without looking back, I never said so much as a single un-gaged
word to Her and yet She was advocating of this punishment. At the time, I
very wrongly felt betrayed by Her but only due to my lack of
understanding law.
When She reached the metal door, a guard opened it and held it open for
Her, She then disappeared from my view while I could still hear Her heels
fading in the distance.
"You better be looking at the floor bitch!" is what I heard from the
guard immediately before she walked in.
I did as I was told only seeing her leather riding boots inch closer to
me. Once directly in front of my kennel the same voice said "how do you
like it in your cage, in my opinion it's too big for you, with a small
tiny little peewee you got there you ought to be in a smaller kennel!"
She waited to see if I was dumb enough to reply. Listening to what my
Lawyer had told me, I kept quiet as I cried silently.
"Not talking huh, finally the little cupcake learned, all you fruitcakes
take a bit to learn a lesson. You're going to make such a pretty slut I'm
sure, they do such a good job making you all pretty little bitches. Maybe
you will get to be a pretty little maid down at the police station, I am
sure you'd like that huh lollipop, all the nice policewomen will have
loads of fun taking advantage of their new slutty pet. Or how about we
send you to the prisons where you can become a nice piece of ass for some
males, surely, you'd love to be a prison bitch? You will like being a
piece of meat, you get all the attention, I know you will love that!" She
said with an evil laugh.
She then continued. "Wow silence, well you are no fun, I was hoping to
get my fellow guards in here to flog you some more now that your lawyer
is not here to protect you now! Oh well, I guess it is time to roll you
to your new life as a sissy, I know you cannot wait, so let's get you to
the ball sissy! And I better not catch you looking any higher than the
tops of my boots, if you thought the beating you were just given was bad
you haven't seen nothing yet!"
She then started wheeling my kennel out of the room, I was too afraid to
defy her. I looked down and closed my eyes listening to the sound of the
heels of her boots hitting the floor with each step and the squeaky
wheels to my kennel.
I would like to say Madam guard, thank you for putting me in my place and
putting up with my antics. I imagine your job is so difficult dealing
with defiant disgusting males on a daily basis. I am sorry Ma'am I was
not able to entertain you and make your day better. Thank you so much
Ma'am for your service and what you do!
After some turns the echoes of the guard's footsteps revealed we were in
a long hallway. "Sissy, it chose sissy," is what the guard said. I could
hear lines of women cheering and clapping as I rolled passed them.
Finally, after a few minutes of walking, there was an audible sound of
doors opening. We entered and I could hear the voices of many women in
what seemed to be a very large room.
My kennel stopped. The guard started talking again. "It is here judge, it
has been mostly obedient despite being a bit fussy and mouthy, but a few
floggings later it has become submissive and you can see it is still
looking at the floor in silence."
"Keep looking at the floor," is what I heard from familiar voice, it was
that of my Lawyer and She sounded as if She was directly next to me.
"Also, do not try to speak, as you are well aware you're wearing a gag,
no one will understand you and you will only make things much worse for
yourself as you saw earlier. I will do all of the speaking for you," She
whispered to me firmly.
I heard the bang of gavel and the room went deadly quiet.
My Lawyer started to speak. "My male properly caged and gaged before you
plead guilty and I will not defend against that plea as I whole heartedly
agree the male has committed crimes against Femmanity and is deserving of
severe punishment. For punishment my male humbly asks to please serve
Femkind as a domestic slave for the remainder of its life. I also agree
with this request as this male is too delicate for hard labor and not
manly enough for a sex toy, it's penis at full potential is estimated to
only be around 4 inches. A dog punishment would undoubtedly be fitting,
this male can act like an animal but I agree more with its choice of
sissy. Sissy punishment would be very suitable for it especially due to
its delicate physique, tiny penis, and prior history. I hereby ask for my
male to undergo the sissy punishment and be a domestic slave for life.
With that the defense rests and I turn the floor over to the court!"
I then heard another voice coming from the center of the room. It was a
voice from a woman who sounded very articulate and quite the orator.
"Before Femkind took over, this male was quite the sexist with quite a
few offenses. It thought women were just meant to shut up and be pretty
as it once said. While I do see sissy as a suitable punishment it is
still not enough, I must add more. I am ordering its vocal cords be
entirely removed, something not often done to domestic slaves but this
one had quite the mouth on it, further evidenced by the altercation it
just has with the guard, it needs to spend the rest of its life listening
and never speaking. I think it will be ironic that this sissy will spend
the rest of its life living by its own words, shutting up and looking
pretty while submitting to Femkind authority. As the sissy's lawyer do
you agree?"
"Yes, I absolutely unequivocally do!" answered my Lawyer.
"Then that is my sentence. Sissy, you will spend the rest of your days as
a mute sissy and domestic slave. Sissy, I honestly wish you luck and hope
you will learn to accept your punishment and spend the rest of your days
properly serving Femkind. The court will inform this sissy's former
guardian of the ruling. She will no longer be this sissy's guardian and
the sissy will now be property of the state of Femmania until after
surgery where the sissy will become property of the Finishing School for
Proper Sissies. Upon graduation the school will be obligated to find a
new guardian, until said guardian is found and appointed the sissy will
remain property of the school and at the school's discretion. Do you the
sissy's lawyer have any questions on my ruling?"
"None," answered my Lawyer.
"Good, we can start the process immediately, guards!"
The gavel banged one final time. Tears started pouring down my face as a
room full of women clapped and cheered. Having never looked up, still
naked in a small confined kennel, I felt the most vulnerable I have ever
felt. My kennel was rolled away to where my permanent femininity would
begin.
I can say now, to the Honorable Judge, if you are reading this I would
like to thank you for your fair and just sentencing. I have been
accepting of my punishment and am still trying my best to pay for my
crimes. The irony of my words has not been lost on me and I think you for
teaching me that lesson. I hope to one day meet you Ma'am and have the
privilege to serve you and thank you in person!
Lynne
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