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The government's public 'Finishing Schools' are intended to prepare women for their place and purpose in society: to obey, please, and serve men. Soon after turning 18, all women are required to attend for at least 2 years. Upon successful completion, you will be available for public selection to become the property of a man.

The week after your 18th birthday a bus arrives at your family home. Though you have heard rumours of what your coming years may entail, such information remained rare and mythical, as intended by the authorities. You were in the dark.

As per the government provided instructions, you had boarded the bus with no belongings but the clothes you wore. The pudgey bus driver opened the door, looking you up and down, in a way you realised was going to become common, before he had requested your name while opening a clipboard. Presumably finding your name and placing a mark beside it he gestured into the bus with a tilt of his head and the coach started off before you'd even found a seat.

Looking around you'd see an array of faces, perhaps a few familiar, all women who had turned 18 in the last few weeks from the local area. Together you would all become a single cohort as you progressed through Finishing School, assuming everyone passed every class. At that moment you would be naively unaware that failing classes was a common occurance, and the average time spent at Finishing School was more like 3 years, though some took as long as 5.

Facial expressions ranged from adventurous to rebellious to outright fear. Regardless, the bus remained almost entirely silent with an underlying nervous energy for the length of the trip.

The nearest finishing school would be a few hours out of town, a sprawling star-sharped complex with the common educational buildings and offices in the centre, and a number of branches stretching out from the centre, each containing accomodation and some facilities for each cohort of women progressing through their training. Each segment had high fences separating them, but greenery and gardens obscured the barriers, as well as any chance of seeing through to the other side. This, combined with staggered class times, would mean your only interaction with women outside your cohort would be passing them in the school building hallways.

The entire campus included double 6 metre chainlink fences with a gravel 'blank zone' between them. 'Caretaker' posts dotted around the perimeter had tinted windows and appeared like storage buildings for gardeners and janitors, but any attendee of the School soon knew they were permanently manned to watch for attempted break-outs.

The bus entered the main gates stopping outside a reception and intake building. A smart, sleek looking structure with reflective glass along it's front. Several woman, all in their mid 30s wearing tight fitting sportswear and baseball caps, were standing out the front of the building in a row, waiting with clipboards for the busses arrival. As the bus pulled up the woman seemingly in charge stepped into the coach and without missing a beat began rattling orders. She wasn't rough about it, but there was no mistaking the expectation her words carried. "Single line in front of the door in any order. Give your name when asked."

As you and your cohort formed a line outside the building doors the women began at different points asking for each girls name and consulting their clipboards. When it was your turn you watched the woman flick through the stack of papers on her clipboard and fold them open. Catching just a glance at the page showed that they had far more information about you than you'd assumed: you could see school photos and although details were too small you could read some headings such as 'Medical', 'Measurements', and 'Temperment'. They knew everything.

The woman would look you up and down without a friendly word or smile, ticking a box beside 'Measurements' and continued on down the line. After the whole line had been checked, the woman in charge at the front announced the expected procedure in a firm, almost charasmatic, tone, "Once you get inside the door you'll deposit any contraband in the bin, that includes all personal belongings, jewelery, devices, hair bands or clips.

"Proceed through the double doors to the right where you will strip entirely naked leaving all your clothes on the floor, they will be incinerated later today.

"Continue through the next red doors into the shower and collect a bar of soap and disposable razor at the door. You must scrub thoroughly all over, and all hair besides your head and face must be shaved. There will be instructors inside to assist any of you incapable of shaving yourselves satisfactorily.

"On your way out of the shower room you will stop at the uniform desk and state your name, a package of your new belongings will be retrieved.

"It will contain: - standard toiletries including the recommended toothbrush and paste from your dental records. Soap, cleanser, and moisturiser as selected for your skin. Shampoo and conditioner also fitting to your individual hair type. - 2x standard uniforms which have been custom made to your measurements, - 1x casual wear outfit, - 1x sports uniform.

"Food, bedding, and sanitary products are stocked in your dorm rooms and you will be provided with special equipment for classes as needed.

"Take your package into the change room and get dressed into the standard uniform and wait. As soon as all of you are ready, the Headmaster will be here to inspect each and every one of you and welcome you to the School."

There was a clacking sound as the building's glass doors opened and the instructors gestured the line to begin moving forward.....

I'm seeking a submissive woman as a long term conversational partner to discuss and explore the ideas of misogyny and a misogynistic world.

I'm not seeking RP specifically, but someone who can engage in the concepts and would like to "world build", get to know each other and explore the topic in depth. As mentioned in the title, I would like this to be personal: about the real you and what your life may be like in this world. That includes getting to know you and your nature.

To start we could discuss the aforementioned Finishing School: What happens in this school? What does it teach? How does it improve you? What happens in a standard day? What classes do you think you'd need the most work in?

About me: Late-20's male, naturally dominant and I enjoy exploring submissive women's thoughts and ideas. 6'3, blue eyes, brown hair, white with very light freckles.

What I'm into - (Feel free to ask about any of these to hear more) TPE, 24/7, domestic servitude, slave-master dynamics, humiliation, misogyny, ownership, breeding, mental domination, rough and primal domination, wholistic domination, task mastering, discipline, and causing some pain.

Hopefully none of that dissuades you.

Message me, tell me a bit about yourself, and then what about the prompt caught your attention.