Altered Genesis Ch. 03

Dean entered only seconds later with wine in hand as the coven continued with their small talk.

High Gynarch Rati held out her tall slender glass for Dean so he served her first. He knew what she wanted without a word being spoken. Silently, he began refilling her glass with a napkin draped over his arm with practiced grace. The Gynarch's satisfied smile was more arrogant than grateful as her eyes washed over his arms and chest before resting on his bright blue eyes, causing him look to the floor. Her smile widened, forming deep creases in her leathery skin. She loved how her station had imbued her with a unique ability to make boys cower reverently. The way that he demurely lowered his chin sent a flutter through her chest.

Her hungry look was one that he knew all too well. For the first time he didn't feel violated by that look; just surprised that the illustrious high Gynarch Rati was appreciating him. For a moment, he felt special.

Once her flute was half full she raised a hand for Dean to stop and he obeyed immediately. She looked over to Sandra and dismissed him with two sharp flicks of the wrist.

"Hey Sandra. Did you see this week's episode of 'The Lady'?" she said.

"Oh yes. That Billy is a conniving little slut isn't he!? He would do just about anything to get a rose at the end of the week."

Laura chimed in while holding out her glass for Dean, "I can't believe that the little idiot honestly thought that he could get away with lying about the size of all the other boys. Did he really think that he was the only one that Gina was taking to bed!?"

"I know!" Gynarch Rati chuckled, "She's probably had a better look at their assets than he has! The size is engraved on their chastity cages for Dibella's sake! I call him silly Billy."

The ladies all laughed at the joke, but Dean found it rather lame. This didn't stop a smile from creeping across his face however. She continued.

"She's even scored with that hot conservative one now. I'm sure that even he wasn't above giving her a striptease and a good long licking. Never underestimate how 10 weeks in chastity will teach a boy to be respectful and accommodating, even regressive misogynists like him."

Laura covered her mouth and chuckled along with the other ladies as Dean topped up her glass.

"It will be interesting to see who she sends home next now that she's had all of those pretty young faces between her thighs." Sandra added thoughtfully.

"Lucky old hag," Donna sighed playfully.

"Who ever said that money can't buy you everything?" Laura said.

The entire room followed the conversation with eyes fixed on Dean. He was a picture of feminine fantasy. The powerful guests stared at his strikingly handsome face and smooth evenly tanned legs who's defined, masculine shape was enhanced by his slutty attire. But the crowd favourite was the bulging masculine ass that jutted out as if begging for a firm swatting. With their inhibitions dulled, they no longer bothered avoiding Dean's notice when they took an eyeful.

Dean could feel the looks from the ladies become more rapacious as the alcohol amplified their feelings. He knew it was their belief that the physical form of the male was designed by Dibella to please femme, and a lady with status and power was entitled to such indulgences.

Martha Rati scanned the room and noticed Kimberly staring at him as if in a trance. This explained why she had been unusually quiet; her mind was somewhere else.

From her angle Kimberly could see around the apron to his rippling oblique muscles; their youthful lean tone promised a firm set of fatless abdominals behind his clothing. She was sure that he was a pleasure to look at with his shirt off. And his strong core muscles promised excellence in some of the more humbling of masculine duties. If she could convince him to surrender to her will, then he could use that young penis to great effect. She shifted her eyes to the deep dimples that formed in the side of his muscular buttock.

"Yes," she prayed silently. "A boy built just for me. Goddess grant me this male, so that you may be glorified."

Dean turned around and gave Kim a warmer smile than the other ladies; holding her gaze for just a second longer before looking back to the floor. Martha smirked knowingly, wondering if she was witnessing a romance brewing.

Gabby felt proud to have a son that was so openly coveted by such powerful and wealthy members of the sisterhood.

Conversation moved to a comparison of male contestants on the show.

"I like the muscles on Rory, he would be my pick," Laura said.

"Oh no way," Amber protested, "Too old. If he's twenty-five he's too old to ride."

The ladies all burst out laughing.

"Now, now ladies," Sandra said, " This is hardly a conversation to have in such innocent company."

"Thank you Sandra," Gabby said. "But Dean is a good boy. He understands that ladies will be ladies. This is hardly a revelation to him."

Once Dean had completed his male duties, he briskly left the dinning room and closed the sliding doors, restoring their privacy.

"And that ladies, is why boys should be seen and not heard," Sandra said.

Everyone chuckled and Gabby smiled proudly.

Sandra had said what was on everyone's mind. Silent service only seemed to amplify Dean's appeal to the coven.

"Shall we resume?" Belinda said.

The Gynarch nodded.

Belinda continued, "As I was saying. House of Hella is a thrilling fantasy story that emphasizes the victory of the feminine over the masculine and the virtues of a matriarchy will be highlighted. And it has plenty of sex which will help it sell. All sex scenes will be gynocentric with particular emphasis on male nudity."

Martha dove into another of her impromptu sermons, "Blowing away taboos that constrict feminine desire will rectify the average femme's expectation of boys. When a boy knows that a lady likes submissive deference, he will change to suit. It is a lady's right to be obeyed by the males in her life."

"Speaking of which. Why don't you get young Dean to dress more nicely for us Gabby? I'd love to see him in a g-string pouch," Martha smirked arrogantly and the ladies laughed.

High Gynarch Martha Rati watched the hunger in Kimberly's eyes as she bit her lip and stared into space at the thought of Dean dressed like a sex slave from one of her favourite porn videos.

"I want my son to be a chaste boy; not another one of your indentured gigolos Martha. You're such a devious pearler!" Gabby responded in jest.

The entire dining room erupted in laughter and a couple of ladies slapped their knees.

"True. She practically wrote the book on taking pearl," Amber added with a chuckle. And tapped the stack of books next to her.

"Oh yes, that's right. I almost forgot. I brought everyone a copy of 'Dibellan husbandry'", Martha said.

Kimberly lifted the soft cover book from the top of the pile.

"Gabby, you have to read this," she said. "It teaches all about how to handle males. Everything from pick up techniques to keeping hubby up to scratch with his chores."

"Oh wow," Gabby stared at the appealing cover.

"It's all very simple really," Gynarch Rati said. "It all just boils down to understanding your own identity and value as a noblefemme in the eyes of Dibella. When one knows that, she can obtain anything she wants. As noblefemme of the coven, we identify as superior to males and embrace that superiority. For too long our identities have been erased by a regressive culture that is stuck in the bigotries of the past. Soon the tide will turn and our true identity as noblefemme will be upheld by law. That's really the core of what my book is about."

"The chapter on dating has been such a resource for me," Amber said. "I referred to it regularly while I was courting Martin. I never thought I could snag a young stud like him, even in my youth. But he eventually quit his modelling career to became a wonderful house husband."

"Oh my," Gabby's jaw hung open.

"You see. Everything that we have been taught about boys is wrong," Gynarch Martha Rati continued. "They only respond to wealth, power and assertiveness. Nice ladies always finish last."

"Yeah if only I had learned that earlier," Amber said. "The tricky bit was getting him into chastity. Once he was locked up for me, I could get him to do almost anything. The chapter on the male orgasm was the most useful then."

"Was that chapter 5? Reclaiming the orgasm?" Laura spoke tentatively as she flipped through a copy.

"Yes, that's the one," Martha sat taller for a moment. "As holy ladies we must all understand that the male orgasm is an abomination; a counterfeit. It destroys intimacy by interrupting healthy male brain chemistry which was designed to help them remain properly servile and emotionally attached. Sex is for the pleasure and affirmation of the femme; not male release. Few boys believe that before they learn it at the hands of an experienced noblefemme. One must not feel compassion for her denied males. True victory over the cock requires a degree of strength to stay the course; the same feminine strength that all boys are subconsciously attracted to. It takes a strong lady to say no, but that strength is rewarded with boys who are quiet servants in public and noisy whores in the bedroom. Once they are conquered, their surrender is without limit and the pleasure equally so. My husbands haven't been corrupted by male orgasm since before we first met. Now they are fully focused on serving me. Of course, some lesser boys might first require some weaning from their sinful ways. But eventually their selfish temptations subside in accordance with Dibella's will."

"Trust me Gabby," Amber held her shoulder warmly, "If you follow this book, in under a month you can have any virgin begging for you to take his pearl."

"Believe me. Amber doesn't exaggerate," Martha said, "Penis magic is very real. There are a multitude of spells and techniques that will have them craving your orgasms without a thought for their own. And when you take what is rightfully yours while keeping them pure it's like nothing else."

"Amen sister," Sandra said.

"Absolutely," the high Gynarch chimed in again, "As liberated noblefemme we must proudly enjoy our divine power. It is perfectly natural to be aroused by putting a boy in his proper place. Weather it be a routine spanking as foreplay or the intimate control of milking them without sinful orgasm. These are healthy outlets for an experienced noblefemme to enjoy the male form, discover herself and know the Goddess more deeply. Calling it abuse is sacrilege. Those reactionaries who claim such a thing know not of what they speak, they haven't experienced it, nor have they seen how it brings harmonious order, intimacy and purity into a sexual relationship. But the sisterhood has already made great strides to towards smashing these bigoted stigmas. Even secular femme know these truths deep down now, it's why submissive boys are the most popular category on studhub. But we need to accelerate progress and bring these desires out of the subconscious of femme."

She took another sip as the coven listen intently. The sisters were clearly appreciating her tangent. The high Gynarch continued.

"Training our sons in Dibellan scripture prevents them from taking sex lightly and fosters in them a spirit of chastity while single and humility after wedlock. Ignorance is no defence for a boy when he kneels before the judgement of Dibella at the end. This is just one of many ways that the matriarchy will rule with compassion, truth and benevolence."

Gabby was blown away. She had never heard Gynarch Rati discuss sex so explicitly. She was used to hearing sermons at the temple or broadcasted online. This was unfiltered and confronting. She looked around to see confident nods all round as the room hung silently on her every word. Was this okay? It seemed to be.

The Gynarch continued, "Once you take that pearl without tainting him with orgasm, he will worship you right down to his soul. The intimacy is unparalleled. You become his, queen, his empress, his Goddess. It is personal, political and spiritual all at once."

Years ago, Gabby could never have even imagined such degrading ideas. But now she found herself daydreaming about them. She had been wondered if something was wrong with her all this time. Now she was discovering that it was quite healthy and normal.

"I'll start reading it tomorrow," Gabby picked up a copy from the top of the pile.

Gynarch Rati and Belinda adjourned to a secluded room to discuss other developments in the entertainment field. Gabby joined them as hostess, and because she was interested in the subject. The opportunity to have an exclusive audience with such illustrious ladies was one that she simply could not resist. Other coven members had arisen from the dinning room and were drifting toward the lounge with their after-dinner drinks.

As Dean returned from the kitchen to begin clearing glasses that were left in the lounge, Kimberly stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"Dean," she said. "You've been working all evening, and haven't had a chance to visit at all." Her tone mock-pitying.

She stood facing him at very close quarters; her prey trapped against the coffee table with his back towards Amber, Sandra and Laura. The broad and towering frame of lady Kimberly Gynodime completely obstructed his view of the kitchen. Her eyes burned into him and her alcohol-laden breath repulsed him. His eyes darted around frantically looking for a polite escape. Reaching around him with both arms, she very slowly untied his apron while brazenly pressing her protruding belly against him. A quick glance up at her revealed eyes full of licentious desire.

Dean was trapped, unable to escape without making a scene. If he tried to fight his way out lady Gynodime would undoubtedly give a damning report to his mother. He knew her type, and knew that his mother could never question her boss's side of the story.

"Now let's get this off you so you can be more comfortable. You don't always want to look like a servant boy, hm?"

"Yea, you've been such a good boy. You deserve a break," Amber's voice chimed in from behind him.

"Lady Gynodime is such a nice lady to grant you a break from serving," Sandra said in a sing-song tone.

He felt lady Gynodime's hands brush needlessly against his rear end a few times; she even surreptitiously squeezed a quick handful for herself. Reaching up behind his neck, she smirked at him and lifted the apron off. Finally she had what she had been after all evening.

"There now," she said, backing up to look him up and down.

"Isn't that more comfortable? Now you're a true host entertaining your guests."

Dean forced himself to keep his hands at his sides as Kimberly's focus settled quite frankly on his crotch. She was finally getting to feast her eyes on his barely concealed genitalia; and some package it was.

The hotpants had an uncomfortably tight elastic pouch that held his genitals up and away from his tanned athletic legs. It was clearly designed to satisfy the feminine gaze with little thought for male comfort. His secret weapon was revealed, it wasn't meant for the eyes of these old hags, but it was too late now. Humiliation wash over him like ice cold water.

She led him by the hand to the assembled ladies, every one of whom was by now watching the subtle bounce of his heavy bulge as he walked. Dean was mortified.

"Look, everyone, Dean's agreed to join us!" The ladies flocked to him as he approached; several hands touched his arms and back. They led him to a seat on the couch and sat down around him; Kimberly and Amber sitting on either side of him on the couch, Laura and Sandra pulling up chairs directly opposite.

The thing that filled Dean with shame more than anything, was the realisation that part of him liked the attention. These were some of the most influential ladies in the state, and they were transfixed by him. He felt valuable, important even.

"Dean," Sandra started. "Your mother is so proud of you, and we agree, she should be."

He felt every eye in the group pouring over him.

"Any time a handsome young boy decides to devote himself to Dibella's will... well... that's very exciting. It's so hard to find good boys that aren't already taken these days."

This was accompanied by assent all around.

"We're all just so pleased to see you again, especially since we heard about how wonderfully devoted you are to the Goddess. Tell us more," Sandra smiled warmly at him from the dinning chair opposite. She had a certain confidence about her, as if she knew something that Dean didn't.

Dean wasn't sure he followed her, devoted to Dibella's will? What had his mother said? He looked at their eager faces and tried to make an appropriate response.

"I followed the teachings since I was a boy... they always seemed to make sense," he couldn't believe he was saying these things, but felt buoyed by their praise and palpable excitement.

He felt a rush of power as the centre of attention, so he continued, "I used to watch Gynarch Rati every morning with my m.."

Kimberly Gynodime interrupted, "And you praise the Goddess everyday right? You say the boy's prayers too? You know what. You ought to meet my Grandson Henry, he's about your age but isn't as enlightened as you are. I just think that every boy should pray to the Goddess daily as you do. It's so good for them."

Dean frowned for a split second as he wondered what other lies his mother had been telling them.

"Go on," Kimberly urged him. "Say the first boy's prayer for us!"

The others smiled at him expectantly.

Dean froze. He hadn't said those words for years but they were burned into his mind, still not far from his grasp.

"Mother and sister, intercede for my soul before the great Goddess. That-"

"I can't hear you honey," Sandra snapped like she was a teacher reprimanding her student.

Dean spoke up.

"That she may grant me forgiveness of sin and the gift of humility, chastity, obedience and beauty. Hear my prayer mother and sister, your word is the word of Dibella. "

"Beautiful!" Kim said. "If only all boys were so virtuous the world would be a wonderful place."

The others murmured their agreement.

Amber, seated on his right, took his hand. She said, "Forgive Kim's excitement Dean. It isn't every day that we have the pleasure of meeting such a handsome and devout boy. A young stud who appreciates the superiority and divine nature of all femme is highly sought after amongst coven members."

She edged even closer to him in her excitement and her hand fell to his exposed knee.

"Well thank you but..." Dean tried to make his exit but was cut off.

"We especially love ones who never speak out of turn. I didn't hear a lady ask you to speak sweetie, did you?," Sandra added.

"Oh! No, my lady. I'm sorry, it was my mistake," Dean's head dropped slightly.

He felt like a child being disciplined. All sense of self respect was being sacrificed just so he could get through the evening without incident. Sandra's superior scowl burned into his pride. She shot the other ladies a knowing glance.

"Stulti pueri cum magnis galli," she said.

The others immediately laughed. Laura started going red as she put a hand over her mouth.

Sandra was speaking in lingua, the holy feminine language, one which Dean could not understand. The coven strictly prohibited men from learning the sacred language.

Dean shifted uncomfortably. Last month he overheard Sandra encouraging the ladies to brush up on their lingua. She joked that the divine tongue for femme was lingua and the divine tongue for men was cunnilingus.

Kimberly was sitting on the other side of Dean. She placed a hand on his thigh. It was almost an involuntary response to his body language. The sight of his downcast head signalled that he felt shame for violation of a procedural guideline of the sisterhood. She was convinced this meant that he knew his proper place but was just too stupid to notice his infraction. His knees were locked together; a clear sign that he values what he has to offer and doesn't want to give it away; a textbook indication of shy virginity. His straight back conveyed fitness and determination to make a good impression. These thoughts sent a shiver down her spine.