A Graduation; Entering The World As It Changes; F for Dom Leaning M

[Nerdess]

Everything had been changing for a very long time.  The birth rates, the census demographics, the climate, disease and famine, war, each and every new push toward apocalyptic dystopia bringing with it a new domino falling in a chaotic way that no one could quite predict but everyone was seeking to seize control of.  How do you get from a happy and relatively stable world (well, for the well off and privileged at least) to your Hunger Games or your Handmaids' Tales?  How many things need to break before the only way to fix them would seem barbarous by any civilized measure?

No one attending the class of '48 expected that they would ever need to actually consider what the endgame of a free society looked like, until in their final semester they learned that they would be the final semester as education had been known up until that point.  Least of all our Valedictorian.

She of the silver spoon in her mouth, she of the blistering intellect, she of the stunning kindness, she of the pedestal upon which princesses were destined to be borne; the girl who could have been cheer captain but chose debate, who could have been loathed and dripped with jealousy and yet no one ever seemed to be able to find a harsh word for.  She who had no time for dating until her college transcript was in hand, and even then woe betide the lucky man who had to wait for her to finish up her secondary education before she was finally ready to settle down.  Even decades prior, she would have been the center of attention in so many ways.  In a population where female birth had plummeted to the point that the demographics were skewing more and more toward the quarter mark than the half and half of a gender binary, she stood out all the more; borne in a simpler age she might have had ten, fifteen potential suitors instead of fifty sharks hoping for a glimpse of the wayward selkie in their midst.  And in another age, where untoward attention, molestation, or even rape of a woman might have nonetheless seen the perpetrator end up with a slap on the wrist rather than chemical castration at best and death at worst, there might have even been some worries about the fact that most schools now had one or two girls per class room at any given time given how often boys had been boys.  The protections that had been put into place for women when it became clear how things were shaking out were quite literally life savers, keeping the peace in what might have been a powder keg by modern sensibilities.

But protections could be a double edged sword, as the creeping political pushes and terrors about another city ending up under the water kept at the forefront just how precarious humanity might have been as a concept.  And where were you, the day it passed?  She was in second period literature, one of the classes that least kept her attention for how quickly she managed the assigned readings, when the momentous decision came down.  When the anxieties and fears of the world really came to roost, and it became clear that this was to be one of those very dystopias.  One in which princesses belonged on pedestals, lest anything come to harm them.  After all, why else did one leash their dog on the walk if not to keep them from befalling some terrible traffic accident?

She had watched with hitched breath the very moment that female autonomy came to a unanimous end, and the question of her future became not which PHD she might potentially pursue, but who would be deemed the one to protect her.  To keep her safe from a world that was increasingly dangerous, and to teach her how she would contribute to society henceforth.

You never think that you're on the cusp of a ridiculously overwrought female sex slavery becoming legal, expected, and mandatory sort of post-apocalypse until, well, you best start believin' in them Ms. Class President, because you're in one.



She's trading the rest of her semester for more important lessons.  Like how to make babies, and make sure that she's ready to make babies, and make extra sure that she's always ready to make sure her man wants to make babies with her.  That since the government can't afford to offer stipends to those poor souls who "take on" a girl in this new day and age, the girl herself has to be ready to make sure she's always grateful and giving enough that he's done the right thing.  Our 4.0 GPA star has spent so much time hitting the books that she's only academically concerned herself with other ways to hit it and quit it up until now, but she's not the only one in that boat; suddenly literature is a lot less important than sex education, y'know?  So if you want to play out a scenario where a former top-of-the-class student is now spending most of her class time on top-of-a-desk while the teacher graphically demonstrates the best ways she can please a man and they in turn can be pleased by her, hey, that's a thousand percent an option here.  Likewise, she's going to need to be "assigned" officially to the man who's going to protect her, care for her, and y'know, try really hard to make babies with her all the time.  Most of the boys her age aren't ready for that kind of responsibility!  But hey, maybe one or two are; certainly, she's impressed teachers over the years who will want to still see her succeed; her daddy's a pretty iffy prospect given that they're trying to encourage healthy population growth and all, but maybe an uncle's far enough genetically removed to risk it; or heaven forbid, worst of all, a complete stranger who all but picks her out of a catalogue?

We can worldbuild and consider various possibilities and knock-on effects and explore the ravages this world is undergoing, or we can slap flesh with schoolgirl slave kink and call it a day.  The big points of consideration for this cliche bullshit is that hurting, damaging, or otherwise ruining women in this day and age is a good way to get oneself got -- which isn't to say there can't be spankings and whatnot, but y'know, this is dubcon central not violent noncon express.  Ideally the tone is appropriately patriarchally patronizing, kindness and protection becoming overbearing in a way that verges on (or shoots straight into) pet play where the women are encouraged to never have to worry their pretty little heads about Real (i.e. Men's) concerns no matter how much it rankles a brilliant young lady to be put in that position.  Oh, and, yeah, duh, ageplay.  She's about to graduate so the schoolgirl thing's coming to an end real soon since she's now at that legal-adult phase where she still couldn't smoke even if she wanted to, but to have the kind of stability and comfort that a girl-owner in this world would need is prolly gonna require at least a decade on where she's at if not more.

Oh, and yes, of course, a lot of things here are intentionally vague so we can lean in to what works the best for us; played bys negotiable, intensity and focus up in the air, all that good stuff.   PM me and we'll rap about it.