The Land of Masculinium

by Mattart ©

(This is the first part of a futuristic story in the CMNF genre where men are clothed and women are naked. It's not an attempt to humiliate women; merely a humorous tale for those who like the ever-growing CMNF sites.)



The casually dressed boys of Beechwood High School sixth form settled into their new desks amidst excited conversation. When their teacher, middle-aged Andrew Pettigrew stood up to speak to them, the voices grew silent as the boys waited to hear what their very popular teacher had to say.



"Greetings, gentlemen," he said looking around with a broad smile.



The boys returned the smile of their teacher at this unusual form of address, "gentlemen". As younger members of the school, up to the fifth form, they had always been addressed as boys, but as all members of the sixth form were 18 or older, they were treated as adults and therefore addressed as such.



Mr Peetigre continued: "I'd like to wish you all a happy new year as you now enter the last two years in this school. And please remember that it's not only a new school year but also a new calendar year, so don't forget to put 2150 and not 2149 on all your dated work. I dare say one or two of you, in a moment of forgetfulness will write 2149 for a week or two." There was laughter at this suggestion. He went on "And the others who will be joining us will probably be writing 2149 for the next six months." All the boys roared with laughter at this last remark which, clearly referred to the females who were absent at the moment.



"Why aren't the girls here?" asked a boy in the front row.



"I believe they are making themselves useful helping to clean the kitchen areas. But I wanted to have a word with you gentlemen before they came as much of what I say will, quite naturally, apply to you much more than to them."



Mr Pettigrew took a thick file from his desk and opened it. "You might like to make a few notes on the syllabus for this year. Most subjects will just be progressions building on the work of previous years, but the subjects you will notice most difference in will be history and biology. Mr Beddington will, of course, be teaching biology and I shall be teaching history."



"Up to now," he continued, "you have been learning about pre-New Era history ending with the two world wars of the Twentieth Century and the first decade of the Twenty-First Century. This year you will be studying modern history, the start of the New Era and the re-naming of the country as Masculinium. Of course you will spend some weeks learning about the life of our great patriarch, Professor Petsford, and his far-reaching selfless work for the whole of ManKind." As the teacher said this he indicated a large bronze bust of the professor standing on a plinth at the front of the classroom.



"Were conditions really as bad as we've been told before the Professor was able to correct them?" asked James, a boy with fair curly hair and blue eyes.



"I can assure you they were," replied his teacher. "In fact I will be showing you quite a lot of video evidence to prove it during the year. It was not thought suitable to be shown to younger children but now we'll be discussing it."



"The end of the Twentieth Century must have been a pretty horrific time for men to live in," commented Max, a very manly sort of boy who looked much older than his actual age.



"Horrific is the right word Max," replied Mr Pettigrew. "Fathers were routinely separated from their children by a system of family courts which were supposed to act in the best interests of the children but which did nothing of the sort. Any man who was unwise enough to get married could, at the whim of his wife, be turned out of his home, lose his children and have to pay for their upkeep."



Some of the boys just shook their heads in amazement. "Is it true sir, that in those days women were allowed to have children without being married?" asked another boy.



"Absolutely true. Family anarchy reigned. Anyone could have children; anyone could bring up children; things were getting absolutely our of control. The family, the bedrock of society, was under attack."



Simon raised his hand. "Excuse me sir, but why didn't men do something about it? After all they'd proved their worth and their bravery in two world wars, they defeated fascism and communism . . ."



"Exactly, Simon," broke in his teacher. "Both of them were outside enemies. But what did more damage than communism and fascism put together was an enemy within society - feminism. To begin with it was subtle and infiltrated the schools, the media, publishing and also politics. In this way they were eventually in a position to dictate to politicians who gave in to all their demands for fear of losing the female vote."



There was some laughter at this. "You mean to say women were allowed to vote?" asked James incredulously.



"You might laugh at the fact now," responded his teacher, "but after a violent campaign with bombings and all sorts of violence by the suffragettes, they were allowed to vote. It might sound incredible, but some men actually helped them to get the right."



"That's something I really cannot understand," chipped in another boy. "It sounds to me like they were digging their own grave."



Mr Pettigrew looked serious. "Men have a great sense of fair play. They thought they were being "fair" to women, and they'd fallen for the myth that feminism was all about equality for women. It was only as they entered the twenty-first Century that they finally realised that feminists wanted a special place of privilege for women. It had nothing to do with equality."



"So it was Professor Petsford and his supporters who could see the danger when others couldn't," another boy suggested.



"That's right. He could see for instance that it was father deprivation which was the root cause of crime, poor education, poor health and a host of other evils within society. So you can easily understand why his charter made it clear that no spinster could ever be allowed to have a child. Dual parenthood was thus ensured and as a result crime dropped to an all time low within a decade, educational standards shot up and health improved dramatically. And, of course, there were many other benefits."



"And it was his wonderful invention, the clit ring - that brought all this about in just a couple of years," suggested Mark.



"Without any shadow of doubt," continued his teacher. "It was absolutely necessary that women be brought back under control and that feminism was killed off. The clitoris ring, with its internal micro chips, achieved both. Of course it was his selective stun machine that enabled the clitoris ring to be fitted to all females."



"The Professor and all his action committee must have been very clever to organise the logistics of the operation," suggested Mark.



"Indeed they were. It was a three stage operation. First the rings and hand controls were manufactured by the million in the Professor's own hi-tech factory, then they were distributed to male heads of families and others and the date and time given for the operation. At the sound of the stun machine on TV and broadcast in the streets over loud-speaker systems, all females were rendered unconscious."



"Why only women?" asked another boy.



"Because it was designed only to affect the female brain which is structured differently from the male brain. The rings were fitted on all females and they were programmed by the hand sets to be totally subservient to men. When all this had been done, they were programmed to be woken up and it was all finished. Well, almost all. There were some females who escaped ring-fitting and programming because they were out of earshot of the stun machine or were deaf and so on, so there was a bit of work to be done on those, but it took only a matter of days."



"And from then on women became the obedient slaves of men."



"Correct James. And now you know why life is so orderly and peaceful and everyone, including women, are so happy with their lot."



"But all the new legislation that had to be enacted, sir. How was that done?"



"Professor Petsford and most of his initial committee took over as the government of the country and, quite naturally, only men were allowed to be on the governing body. Women quickly accepted their subservient status and didn't even want to meddle in politics."



Jack, in the front row, gave a short chuckle. "And whose idea was it to bring in the nudity law for all females?" A ripple of laughter went around the class and Mr Pettigrew smiled.



"That was proposed early on by a student of Greek history who was a member of the Professor's committee. He said that some of the early Greek states made all their slaves work naked so that they could be easily recognised and it made it difficult for them to escape. It was therefore enacted by the ruling body that all our women should from then on remain naked at all times. A sub-section of the law also stated that they should keep their pubic hair shaved. This made it easier for men to service, remove and replace the clitoris rings."



"But females are not always entirely naked," smiled Jack.



"That's true," replied his teacher. "Those females who work in dangerous jobs such as in the building industry, down coal mines, shipbuilding and in the sewers are allowed to wear hard hats and footwear, but nothing else. And, as you know, in secondary schools females are allowed to wear shoes with a one-inch heel in the third form, a two-inch heel in the fourth form, a three-inch heel in the fifth form and in this year four-inch heels." Mr Pettigrew smiled broadly and looked around. "I take it that none of you young gentlemen object to this."



The boys smiled. Mark commented, "No sir, I always think a naked girl wearing only a pair of high-heeled shoes looks rather sexy." The others agreed.



At that point there was a quiet knock on the classroom door. "Who is it?" shouted Mr Pettigrew. The door opened and a naked female with blond hair wearing four-inch heels took one step inside. "May I speak sir?" she asked.



"Yes, Myra," he replied. "But I take it that you just want to tell me that all the girls have arrived for lessons."



"That's right sir," replied Myra.



"Very well, just stand in a line. He pulled forward two empty desks and placed a chair in between them. He then addressed the boys. "Now, gentlemen, I want you to get to know all the girls in your class, so one by one they will climb onto these desks and tell you their names. If you have any questions you'd like to ask them in order to get to know them better, please do so."



The boys edged their chairs towards the empty desks so that they could all get a good view of the girls when they stood on them.



Mr Pettigrew turned to address the girls again. "Use the chair to get up on the desks and then stand with one foot on each desk and your hands by your sides. First one up." He pointed to the blonde.



The girl looked very embarrassed as she spread her legs across the desks with all the boys looking up at her. The girls were used to being seen naked by boys, but they were not usually so blatantly exposed. The boys had seen every girl in the school naked, but they enjoyed examining them in detail and close up.



"What's your name?" asked a boy who was staring straight between her legs. The boys had been taught to be very direct when checking out the body of a naked girl.



"Ruby, sir." she replied. Females were required to address all males as sir, unless they were married in which case they were allowed to use their names.



"Tits are a bit small," commented another boy. But she's got a neat little twat between her legs. Turn around."



The girl obeyed, blushing as she did so because of the remarks. "Yes, her cunt shows through the back as well," commented Tom, an attractive short, dark haired boy.



"Next!" shouted Mr Pettigrew.



The red-faced Ruby got down with great relief after being exposed and questioned, and was replaced by a tall skinny girl.



The boys looked up and started to titter. "Are those two bee-stings or poached eggs on your chest?" joked the nearest boy. There was loud laughter from his companions. The boys did like a girl to have breasts that they could get hold of.



Each girl in turn was looked at with great interest by the boys until only one was left. All the talk, joking and humiliation had had the effect of arousing her sexually and as soon as she stood on the desks with her legs spread there was a gasp from the boys. She had a gorgeous slim figure and large, firm pouting breasts but the boys couldn't help staring at her groin where her vagina stood out like a large rounded mound from between her legs with her lips wide open and moist.



"What a vagina!" cried Mark. "Why is your pussy that big? I could get my fist in there."



The girl looked down and her face went red at this humiliating questioning. "I don't know sir . . ." she began, "I think . . ."



Mr Pettigrew interrupted. "What she's trying to tell you, Mark is that all the examining of the other girls and the questions from all you handsome young gentlemen has turned her on." The boys roared with uncontrollable laughter. They had never seen a girl so sexually aroused before.



"Look at those firm boobies," said another boy. "Two good handfuls there."



"I like the way her nipples are standing out," commented Simon. "Is that all part of her sexual arousal sir?"



"Yes it is," affirmed Mr Pettigrew. "And if you look at her ring, you can see how enlarged her clitoris is." Several boys leaned close to get a good look between her open legs, sniggering as they did so.



"What's your name?" asked Max.



"Lucy sir."



"Oh yes," went on Max, "juicy Lucy." The boys almost collapsed with laughter at this hilarious remark. This only encouraged Max. "OK Lucy, turn around and bend over to touch your toes."



The totally embarrassed Lucy obeyed and, as her wet vagina protruded clearly through the backs of her legs, there were wolf whistles from some of the boys. One eager lad took a step forward to get a really close look. "I can see the juice running down the inside of her thighs," he shouted. There was pandemonium as more boys moved forward to look.



Some of the other girls who were mad about boys were jealous that they hadn't been given as much attention.



Eventually Lucy was allowed to step down and Mr Pettigrew told all the girls to move to a desk. Lucy made straight for the one next to Mark. She'd noticed his good looks and strong bronzed arms which had helped to arouse her. She stood and looked at him for a moment. "May I sit next to you, sir?" she asked.



Mark was lounging back in his chair with his hands behind his head. He looked her up and down for a moment before replying. He was quite pleased with her slim figure and pointed breasts. "Yes, OK. You may sit by me," he replied. Lucy sat down with a smile. At least she was sitting next to a boy. Since the birth-law had been passed, more girls than boys were born as they were needed to do the manual jobs in the country so there was always a surplus of girls. It was every girl's hope that a boy would select her to be his wife, otherwise it meant she would spend all her life as a working spinster.



Mr Pettigrew surveyed the spare girls still standing and looking around them. "Right. All the females not having a desk will have to stand at the back of the classroom." They instantly obeyed.



Mark gave Lucy a sideways glance. Her nipples were still erect and he could smell her female juice as she sat close to him. He began thinking how very interesting the biology lessons were going to be.