Chapter 2: Rising Action
Monica and I had been seeing each other for several weeks. We had been intimate a few times. I knew she was a supervisor at work, but I never knew much about how or where she lived. She always came to my house. Now we had been discussing marriage.
Chatting over lunch, I handed her the ring and surprised by it, she accepted.
Then Monica said, “I have 20 acres at the Matriarchy.”
“The Matriarchy?” I asked. “Never heard of that place.”
“Yes, it’s a gated subdivision about 10 miles out of town,” she answered, “all estates.”
“Wow, that sounds pretty neat. Secluded?” I queried.
“Yes it is secluded…at the end of the road…in the hills,” she smiled. “Very quiet…and good gardening…we raise most of our own food. We also have a common pasture so we can raise livestock to butcher.”
“I’m impressed,” I said.
"I'd like you to sell your place and let's live at mine. But," she said, "You need to know, it is run by women and men are required to wear chastity devices. Wives can take them off in the house, but outside they must be locked on."
I considered the idea. It seemed somewhat radical, yet intriguing. "I am not sure what to think right now," I replied. "It will certainly be different than what I am used to."
"That's part of why I want you to see it," Monica responded. "This way you can make an informed decision. And remember, no one ever gets forced into anything here."
"Okay, I guess it's worth checking out," I agreed.
After our meal, she said, "You8'll have to be in chastity to go there."
"I don't have one," I said.
"I do" she laughed as she reached in her purse. "Go to the men's room and lock it on and we'll go."
We drove together to the entrance of the Matriarchy. The female guard came to my window.
"Chastity check," she said.
I sat there for a minute not knowing what to do.
"Honey, unzip and show her you're locked.
I obeyed, the guard reached down and checked the lock.
"Key?" she said. Monica handed it to her. "It'll be here for you when you leave," she told Monica.
We pulled up to her estate. It was large and well-kept with a beautiful view of the hills beyond. There were gardens everywhere and fields dotted with cows and horses.
"Welcome to my home," she said. "Take your time exploring, and if you have any questions, just ask."
I followed her inside. Her home was spacious and tastefully decorated, with an open floor plan. She showed me around, introducing me to some of the other women who lived nearby. Everyone seemed friendly and welcoming.
"The men I saw were wearing dresses." When we were alone I asked Monica about it.
"Are they trans?"
I asked Monica.
"No, not all," she replied. "Men are required to wear skirts and dresses as a symbol of submission and respect towards the women. They follow rules set by the Matriarchy, which includes chastity devices for men."
"So, I would be expected to follow these rules too?" I questioned.
"Yes, but as the wife," she explained. "And remember, you could always leave whenever you want."
I nodded, feeling more anxious than I had before.
"Well, shall we continue the tour?" Monica suggested, changing the subject.
After our tour, Monica asked, "Well John, are you ok with the rules they have here?"
I hesitated, "I mean, it's quite different from what I'm used to. But I'm willing to give it a try."
She smiled warmly, "That's great honey. If you decide it's not for you, there's always a way out." She came close, pressed her breasts against me and fondled the chastity through my pants.
"Can we take it off now? I've really got the urge," I said as I fondled her breasts and kissed her.
"Not today, Sport," she laughed. "On our wedding day...not before."
She tapped the chastity again.
I had sold everything and moved my male things to the Matriarchy. It was the day before our wedding.
The guard checked what I had brought. "Male things get locked in Monica's storage here," she said pointing to the building just inside the gate.
I locked them in and the guard held the key for Monica...she wouldn't give it to me.
"You'll need to bring the things your wearing as soon as you get changed," she said. "I am supposed to take them all here, but you don't have your dress here. Hurry and get changed."
'No access to my clothes,' I thought as I reached her house. She hugged me as I came in.
"Our wedding is tomorrow! I"m so excited." she said. "Now we have to get you out of your male things. I don't want you to be punished."