Careful What You Wish For (Futa/M, FemDom/M)

Hello all, here is the beginning for new story I've been working on. The majority is femdom on male, though futa on male is included. This is just part one and I can't say I'm certain if it will ever get past part one. If it does continue it will also become futa/f, f/f, m/f, and possibly a few others.

I've taken a somewhat different approach to writing this story. It is written as if it is a transcript of an audio recording. Not sure if that approach is going to work or I should have stuck with a more standard 1st or 3rd person perspective.

If you like it let me know or I'll fall back to writing one of the fan fiction stories I either have going or mean to start.

Did you bring what I requested? No, sorry, don't say anything. I can see that you have it. I've heard that your company is well known for their reliability. I have to admit that I'm nervous. Even after six months I still get nervous.

I suppose I should set the scene. I'm backstage at the Miss Universe pageant. This isn't like any beauty pageant I was ever aware of before. Sure there was the swimsuit and evening gown phase, but the talent competition is totally different. They've narrowed it down to six competitors now and are preparing for the final talent event. Six men, a rare commodity, have been brought up on stage. They're tied down across a table and behind them the six remaining women are strutting around showing off their designer strapons. Well, except for Miss Russia, she's showing off her futa cock.

The winner will be decided by a number of factors. Presentation, walk, choice of outfit and, as they like to call it here, instrument. Miss Brazil is the favorite, as usual, dressed in an all leather dominatrix outfit with a foot long dildo covered with some painful looking bumps. To me, that's a little cliche. Never really cared for leather. I prefer Miss Italy's naughty nurse outfit or Miss America's farm girl attire.

What am I doing here? Well, I'm the prize. Which is why those two Amazonians are standing behind you. To make sure I don't escape. Though I suspect they hope that I'll try.

Can you believe they kept the word Amazonian? I mean, it has no context in this world, yet everyone knows what it means. That should be a paradox that brings this whole place down. I've asked people about it and they just shrug their shoulders. Sorry, that's getting off track.

I guess I should go back to the beginning. This is my story about how I changed the world, after all.

There's a really depressing beginning to how this all happened, but I know that's not the part that will interest anyone. It was a Friday night, my girlfriend had just dumped me and I had driven up to the Point. It's a place where you can see the entire town and, as you might guess from its name, has a rather steep edge.