Spending days locked inside her room sounded as about as fun watching paint dry. Instead Allexia took whatever opportunity she had to make notes and write in the margins. The St. Luna university she taught at, the café with the cute barista she had a crush on, wherever, even back inside the library where she now sat with the book closed. The librarian she had borrowed the tome from, the handy name plate identifying her as an ‘Elizabeth,’ kept hovering around her and glancing over Allexia’s shoulder when she thought the half-Asian woman hadn’t noticed. Witches have eyes in the back of their skulls though. Magic eyes, not actual eyes.
Strangely enough, Elizabeth actually gaped with her mouth open and seemed aware of reality altering to suit the witch’s wicked whim. Allexia could’ve been bothered by this slight snag, but she enjoyed the audience as everyone else carried on as normal. Their new normal. The outfits ran from fetishistic latex, leather, mesh, and other esoteric or organic material set with an array of intricate bondage accessories, tattoos, and piercings. One was outright nude except for having a posture collar locked around her neck that was connected to a leash held by the shemale slave’s sub-mistress. She was skimming a few pages out of ‘Submission and Tranquility’ by Leona Tolstoy. Those two had been a couple seconds earlier, though the man had taken on a gorgeously feminine visage with huge breasts set on a deliciously voluptuous body. She and every other transformed man, still had their ponderous yet delicate cocks, but also now burst with excessive femininity like the beautiful women around them.
BDSM culture had been taken to its extremes and shaped every aspect of society. Fetish, Goth, Punk, Lolita, and other alternative fashion were now the dominant trends. Genetic alterations were all the rage in certain circles, to the point where many Dominants had transformed themselves or their slaves to anthros or taken on more exotic forms. At the apex sat the True Dominants, to every slave directly beneath them their commands may as well be utterances from a goddess, then the sub-dommes they endowed with some of their power, the submissive, lastly were the toys and the pets who could hardly be considered human. Since Dommes could customize the hierarchy to their liking, it was only possible to provide a rough sketch.
Not all Dominants were equally powerful, but they all stood above any lesser rank and expected to be shown deference by everyone below them. Including the slaves of other mistresses, though they were not obliged to follow any orders. At the lowest level, a Dominant may only run a single club or factory or power plant, while another may own multiple educational institutions across the world for the training and selling of Pony-slaves for the Chariot races, and around five dozen Mistresses ruled the equivalent of countries. Which Allexia had dissolved to make way for all of this. Despite the apparent anarchy, the ordered nature and will of the Mistresses brought a certain stability. The witch had included the occasional submissive slave revolt, and violent skirmishes between Dominants in between their scheming. All in the spirit of keeping things interesting and in flux.
But war on any larger scale was eradicated. As was famine, with everyone provided their basic nutritional requirements from farms where pets were genetically altered into animal hybrids to provide abundant quantities of milk and semen. Children were raised in either in public or private academies until they turned twenty providing a solid foundation and aptitudes based on the needs of their Dominant owners, with the last two years focused on sexual education. Afterwards they may continue to be specialized, but outside of these institutions. The Heirs of a Domme or sub-dominants raised to full Dominant status had a separate educational track all together. Healthcare, meanwhile, was freely provided by a religious order of gas-mask and latex-clad nuns. The Succubi dedicated their life to the medical arts, sexual therapy, and mental health. Every Dominant is expected to donate part of their profits to the church, the academies, and the farms.
A Mistress was also judged by the quality of her harem of thralls, and even the most sadistic raising eager masochistic pain-sluts ensured they were well cared for. Or did their best to hide their indiscretion. Organizations sponsored by the most powerful Dominants, like the Inquisition ferreted any misbehaving Dominant or criminal submissive out. Usually, the Dominant or a sub-dominant were expected to hand out an appropriate punishment, but depending on the severity, general sloppiness, or if they were involved, the Inquisatrix administered it herself. Put into the stockades for public use for a week, temporary reduction in status for a Dominant, permanently turned into a chattel milk-slave, or locked away in a glory hole, were all favorites.
The witch rose and began to walk outside, Elizabeth following silently behind. The librarian looked normal in her pencil skirt and blouse, but the pale goth witch was clad in a latex catsuit, a corset, and a pair of platform heels. Both were quite plain compared to the imaginative adornments worn by the sub-dominants and submissive out on the street. Oh! And Allexia had her pointy hat. They stepped out into downtown, but the light pollution of the neon signs, street lamps, and lit windows from the at once futuristic and Gothic skyscrapers did nothing to disguise the glory of the starry night sky. The witch enjoyed hearing the sharp intake of breath and reverent silence that followed from the Librarian when she noticed. One of the countless alterations she added over the days spent working with the book.
Night and lust was eternal here on Earth. A paradise with countless lives playing out every second.