Based on that idea I wrote this story about an ancient (~700 B.C.) Amazonsociety which used magic scrolls to help it survive.STARTMy name is Myrine, M...n should fear me. Men who have crossed me or come inmy power no longer exist. If I am generous, in their place there are youngwomen, the most comely of whom I take as my personal slaves. Under myrigorous discipline they are trained and taught their new womanhood, thenI dispose of them.That is my motto, my principle for how I guide my life. I say. Most everyone was anonymous, at least in the face. Most of the women, it appeared, were on the submissive end of things. Most wore outfits that either barely concealed their privates, or, in the case of some, openly displayed their breasts.Jeff leaned over to her, "Don't worry. You're not the show. That will begin in a few minutes. I've only been here a couple of times, and that only with Raquel. We occasionally will tie each other up, but nothing like the people here. But I brought you to see. And while she couldn't fathom how she could be comfortable with such a thing, she could see that I was sincere and honest when I told her I had a hall pass. Heck, I even showed her the texts from my wife in which I told her I had found someone to kiss. When all but a few guests had gone we went upstairs to bed. Other guests had taken the 2 rooms with double twin beds and only one room with a full-sized bed remained. I had tossed my overnight back on that bed earlier to stake my claim. . It was in the next one that he got into actual penetration; I wake up one morning, and go into the kitchen to make some coffee, and find Jenny's already there, making breakfast. She's wearing one of her night-shirts, which shows off her shapely form, and she still has a slight case of bed hair, which I actually think looks good on her. Maybe it's because I'm still a little sleepy, but I instantly get hard."Morning, Billy. Want coffee? I made some." She's naturally surprised as I suddenly bend.