In this first work of fantasy and femdom fiction, from Willem Overmars, a respected criminologist is forced onto the run by a society of female supremacists.
Fanatical and depraved women who believe in the sexual and domestic superiority of woman over man.
And have an ancient, but no less powerful, means of achieving it.
A powerful means that does not rely upon sex alone.
For Oliver Silverton, a seemingly accidental meeting with the woman named Adele Anschütz-Frink, and her savage and physically powerful lesbian lover from the Gulf of Guinea, will be the catalyst that spirals him into a lifetime of service and obedience at the feet of the two women.
That and the unearthly and indefinable scent that is never far from their presence…
What a mess, honestly. So much wording for lengthy dialogues, and so little action of the story. Only reason giving it two stars is because the author succeeded in building up some tense drama in earlier chapters, which was kind of fun. But once the story messed up, it became a trash. I will not recommend this at all.
A little more femdom detail and interactions would have been appreciated, but this was a very interesting tale of non-consensual femdom control of men for the satisfaction of the women who choose to own them, and progressive femocracy.