"Modern society has come to revile the institution of slavery, viewing it as mere exploitation with no benefit to the exploited. For the vast majority of civilizations to hold the practice this would be correct. There [b]is[/b] one exception though, make no mistake. Futanaric Society and the subjugation of women."
- Luciphina, PHD thesis, On the Ethical Enslavement of the Female
The Makings of a Leader
"The facts all point to it. Modern society has failed our women. Left with beauty standards unattainable thanks to highly stressful work weeks humanity was never designed to handle. Women of today's age are simply set up to fall short of expectations and desires indoctrinated into them from birth. Therefore, we have not only a need, but a responsibility to our women to save them from such trappings and provide an environment in which a woman's true potential can reasonably be reached."
Luciphina was raised in the traditions of nobility and instilled with the values and beliefs such a privileged life provides. Her father was a futa of renown virility, having sired several children with all of the many women under her care. Many of them were bastards, of course, but for Luci it was like being raised by a village. Thanks to her father's business acumen and political prowess Luci had no shortage of 'mommies' to see to her needs. Feeding from their breasts, playing with her when she wasn't studying, and of course her many sisters provided her with no end of playmates.
On her 12th birthday she received many gifts per usual. They ranged from the practical like a new desk to hold a better computer and larger monitor, to the fanciful ones like more oddly sided twisty puzzles to add to her growing collection. The gift she'd most remember in the coming years turned out to be her favorite... access to her father's harem. A girl doesn't live in a successful and full noble house without coming to understand sex at a young age, but as she slowly plunged into one of her many mothers for the first time... she was hooked. While her studies and hobbies wouldn't end up being ignored... Luci ended up spending no small amounts of her days fucking her mothers, sisters, and servants to her heart's content, toning her body and learning how to please women in the process.
While her formal education was spent being home-schooled. This by no means meant she was behind on her studies in comparison to traditional schooling. If anything, she was years ahead. With how fast her father was instructing her tutors to proceed and the reward of more hours sating her desires for success... it wasn't too hard to make an ace student out of her. As she approached the age of 16 she'd actually finished all of the required learning for someone to graduate with a diploma... and so she did. However, her father held her back from going to university early. The next two years were filled with politics, business management, social sciences and practical psychology. During these Extracurricular years Luci formed the seed of what would one day be her life's work. The women in her home were slaves, yes, but they were happy and content with servitude sexual and otherwise. She wasn't sheltered from the outside world, she had an internet connection. And so she saw how independence and free will had seemed to make women sadder, angrier, and even lash out at men online for the smallest of perceived infractions.
It seemed, to Luci anyway, that women were simply happier and felt more fulfilled under the ownership of a strong futa like her father than they were trying to make a life for themselves without any guidance or restrictions at all. Her home was strong because the women supported and cared for the futa among them, and the futa in tern were stronger and able to provide shelter and a safe place for them in turn. Honestly, when you dig down to it, there's practically no difference between how her house runs now and how the first tribal humans organized their hierarchies. Clearly, it was the modern world that was screwing everything up and making these women unhappy.... and she loved women, all of them! With all of her family's power and resources surely there was something she could do to attempt to set things right?
Clay in the Kiln
"Of course, the author of this paper is not so naive as to believe women will simply kneel and take the collar of servitude. Much to their detriment women and their self-proclaimed 'allies' have been marching the female onward to her demise cheering each and every step. For this reason the author poses a question to the reader. How does one go about making a female not just submit to, but beg for, the slave's collar?"
The first few weeks of University were... trying, to say the least. The university itself was fine, great even! She'd heard all about Mytilene while she was preparing for the entrance exam. A school established by the Council themselves and even had her personal hero [icon]Veronica Ravenshire[/icon] as the Dean! the day her invitation letter finally arrived some time after her 18th birthday she was all excitement and giggles! The trying part was all the rallying and demonstrations about feminism, women's rights, and social justice. Luci listened to their points, have even shown up at a few rallies to really see what this group was about? A true scientist must consider all angles, after all. In the end, she dismissed most of their points as discredited by her own experiences and statistical data collected by the relevant institutions on societal health. In all honesty it was what she suspected, but confirmation bias was something that needed to be challenged. What she didn't expect, though, was the knock on her dorm door Saturday morning after one of the event organizers noticed she'd stopped coming.
"Luci, girl, you used to show up at almost all of our rallies! And now you've dropped off the map and left the groups? What's going on? Are you alright?" the woman was a brunette of Caucasian decent with bright blue eyes. In terms of bodily traits she had full, supple breasts, wide hips, an hourglass figure and an ass that just wouldn't quit.
Luci's next course of action was clear. If these groups were able to organize for their causes... then she would simply have to organize for her own. She smiled and stepped aside, "Thanks for checking up on me Emily, I'm doing alright, but I would like to discuss something with you, if you would?"
Like a fly into a spider's web Emily wobbled her way into the door and Luci shut the door. From the other side if anyone had an ear to the wood, "So what did you wa-wa-why do you have a... Hey! Stop touching me! Ah! Ahn!~ H-How is it soooo....Ah! Ah! Ah! ah!"
Emily didn't show up for the event that day.
With the proper application of punishment for bad behavior, reward for good behavior, and laying enough pipe to outfit a gym's shower room, Emily had gone from staunch feminist to bringing Luci her lunch Stepford style. This development lead to two things. The first was outrage, the females and futa who were once Emily's friends treated her with disdain calling her a 'Gender Traitor' and deeming Luciphina to be a conniving misogynist for what she obviously did to the girl... even if there wasn't any concrete proof they could stand on. The first effects were minor, Luci could ignore them, and she now had her own personal cock slave to keep her balls empty and mind clear once again. The second effect was far more interesting. Students. Despite the students from the surrounding universities congregating before Mytilene to protest their archaic traditions... the futanari *within* Mytilene sought her out asking after how she'd accomplished enslaving a feminist. Where exactly everyone had gotten the idea to approach her all at once she had no clue... but she was more than happy to recruit apprentices to the cause. Just as the tenets of Mytilene said, weaker futa needed to find a place to serve the strong. And the weakest among their group posed as females interested in the feminist movements only to lure them back to the dorms to act as, well, training materials for Luciphina's lessons.
This was how it usually began, binding the target of the night and storing them in a closet tied to various sexually stimulating mechanisms. During the day Luci was a start student topping the grade scores, and then going to the showers for soccer practice after classes and boding with her fellow alpha futa. Her friends commonly referred to her lectures as 'charity work' for the lesser futa that couldn't conquer their own women. Despite that look, though, she assured them there was a larger point to her little lectures.
"Come on, girls, let's get a few more practice matches in. We need to show those Belgium Bitches another hardcore ass fucking. Who knows, maybe this year they'll even put their cheerleaders on the table.~" She'd finish her practice, and then go to the game with the team, pump a few loads in some less than willing girls in the shower room for the after game... and only then would she finally return in the dead of night to the unfortunate woman who had been cumming her brains out to the point that it hurt for almost 12 hours straight.
On the nights where their wolves in sheep's clothing couldn't bring back a girl for their uses Luciphine went over futa philosophy instead. Sharing her ideas on the ethics of female enslavement and the futa imperative to serve their needs, and that in doing so the needs of the female will be met as well. Her teachings and ideas did a lot to change the lower classes of futa through the years, motivating them to be better, stringer, and teaching them how to really hunt. The most important change, however, was in Luciphina herself. Her father had raised her with the knoiwledge and skills to be an effective leader. Her years at Mytilene allowed her to practice putting them to use.
A Doctorate in Sexual Psychology
"And thus, the feminine condition and her relationship to Futanari nature is laid bare. Women are naturally submissive creatures, even when the modern era has conditioned so many to seek independence from the moment they leave the womb, none are truly beyond recovery. In cases where the damage is extensive unpleasant measures must needs be taken. After all, it's for their own well-being. The details may be different every time, each woman is as unique as a flower bloom or a snowflake, but the general steps are the same. Establish your will and that it won't be broken, punish negative behavior swiftly and without mercy and reward positive behavior without sparing expense. Just as the iron of the forge weakens with repeated heating and cooling, so to does the feminine will when exposed to these varying extremes. Finally, once she cracks you MUST be consistent. Warm her with affection and be fair in your rules. Do these things, and she will reach her potential as a woman with ease and thank you for it."
Luciphina graduated with honors from Mytilene. Looking back the eight semesters she'd spent there flew by far too quickly. In the end Emily had gotten pregnant from Luciphina repeatedly using her pussy to relieve stress, and thus dropped out of her college at Luciphina's insistence. She lives one of her family's smaller estates raising their beautiful futanari daughter with Luci supporting them monetarily from afar along with the occasional gift for her slave and her progeny. Her athletic career as the school's star striker lead to all kinds of academic opportunities... alongside claiming those oh so sweet carnal rewards that victory always meant. the biggest change she'd pulled off came through her long-term plans with her anti-feminist lecture nights came to fruition. As they kept chipping away at the girl protesting from around town and converting them into obedient and happy sex slaves for her students to use, this left almost no one left to actually stand up for the cause anymore, returning Mytilene to a state of futa supremacy and traditional values.
As for Luci? she continued pursuing a career in academia, specifically in the fields of social psychology with sexual studies as a minor. After graduating from undergrad school sh went on to go for her Phd in Sexual Studies. with her somewhat controversial Thesis, "On the Ethical Enslavement of the Female." Now in her early thirties and heading up a prestigious research lab dedicated to the studying the mechanisms behind the psychology that influences human sexuality with a career dedicated in plentiful citations cementing her impact on the field. It was while completing one such study she received a letter from home. Her father, getting on in years, had fallen ill and was currently bound to her bed. She put the project in the hands of her best subordinate and rushed home to see her father through her disease. She'd hoped and prayed the old woman would still make it through... but she could feel it in her breast, the dread of knowing that this was the last time she would be ale to see her father, the wonderful women who gave her everything to put her on this path of success.