Surrender

  Brady stood stock still like Mistress enforced. Goosebumps covered his exposed skin. The tight red speedos bit into his legs and waist. Bare toes twitching on the frigid floor. She circled him smirking at him with calculating lust filled eyes. “You’ve been such a naughty boy, you should be punished.” Lashing the whip. As she walked the black leather pants whispered and high stilettoes heels clicked on expensive Tuscany tiles. “I’m still without child. What do you have to say about that?” Brady had learned long ago to speak would result with a lash of the whip. He stared straight ahead not showing any fear. Lashing the whip again on the floor. “Answer me!” She demanded, “If you are afraid of retribution, don’t be.” Brady said, “I’m sorry Mistress, I’ll strive to do better.”
    Miranda knew her concubine was healthy his sperm count tested once a week. By law, every failed pregnancy test was followed by a stringent physical. The new regime issued a two-child allotment that was to be filled every two years. Childbearing was a top priority between the ages of 18 to 40. Having already had four children she knew she was fertile. Her birthday was last month just turning 24. Feeling the pressure from the regency to replenish the population. She never even got to hold her children. Males are whisked away to a concentration camp and females were sent to be raised by wet nurses. Since the great war of the sexes, the feminine movement had taken over the government. Men were demoted to second-class citizens. Males who were sterile or unhealthy were deemed unfit for society and exterminated.
Kelsy poked her head in the room, “Miranda, come to dinner the food is getting cold.” Miranda’s eyes softened as she gazed at her wife, “ Yes my sweet I’ll be there shortly.” Kelsy nodded and closed the door softly behind her. “ You, dear boy stay put till I return. I’ll finish with you later.” Her heels clicking a brisk tune as she hastily departed. Brady sagged with relief.