Museum of Misogyny (F+/M+)

[bw7098]

“Ladies, I’d like to welcome you all to the press sneak preview of Greenvale’s newest institute: The Museum of Misogyny.”

The room fills with polite claps from the dozen or so assembled journalists focused intently on the striking woman addressing the group.

“My name is Venus and I am the curator of this new museum.”

Venus was naturally 6 feet tall but was wearing heels that had her appear even taller. She wore a plunging blue suit jacket with nothing underneath showing off her ample cleavage and offering a teasing glimpse at her muscular midriff. She was in impeccable physical shape, especially for a woman pushing her 40s. She brushes the front of her blonde spiked pixie cut with her hand and goes to continue her speech but stops when she notices a man in the assembled crowd.



“Oh, I’m sorry sir, but this event is supposed to be for women only,” Venus says addressing the man as the rest of the women twist to look at him.

“Oh I’m quite aware of your request Mrs…?” the male reporter pauses, waiting for Venus to provide him with her last name.

“Oh, just Venus is fine Mr…?” Venus responds with a passive-aggressive smile.

“What a shame, I’m sure your father or husband provided you with a wonderful last name.” He returns her passive-aggressive smirk. “Well, my name is Carter Grant and unfortunately, or perhaps quite fortunately,” he chuckles to himself. “My publication, the Greenvale Gazette, doesn’t employ any females to cover intellectual pursuits such as the arts. Now I’ll be more than happy to leave if that is what you want. But I guarantee your little museum will have no hope of success if you don’t have my word of approval. The choice is yours.” Carter has a smarmy grin on his face as he poses this ultimatum to Venus.

Venus smiles in return. She of course already knew who the man was, as despite being only in his late 20s and relatively inexperienced in the creation of actual art, he was the most prominent art critic in Greenvale due to his late father's status in the art world. But she knew asking him his identity would wound his pride just a little.

“Of course, you are welcome to join us Mr. Grant. Just keep in mind that these exhibits are meant to be seen from a woman’s perspective.”

“I assure you that any work of art understandable to the modern female would be quite elementary to a man such as myself.” Carter snickers as the rest of the assembled reporters roll their eyes and sneer at him.

Venus ignores the insult and continues on with the tour. “Well ladies, if you follow me to the next room we will get started.” Venus turns and struts to the next room continuing the narration of her tour as the reporters follow her. “The main concept of this institution was not to provide a history of misogyny, we’d need a much bigger space to tell that story.”

The assembled women giggle as Carter rolls his eyes.

Venus smiles to herself at his reaction, “Instead I wanted to present an artistic study of misogyny through a warped lens. A lens where the perpetrators are the victims and the victims are the perpetrators.”

“Pfft, pretentious much?” Carter says under his breath but with the intent of being heard.

Venus ignores him and stops in front of the first exhibit which appears to be a giant box covered in a large curtain.

“This brings us to our first piece. This work is based on women’s universal experience of being harassed or assaulted on a night out just because of what they are wearing, only to be told they deserved it for what they were wearing. I present to you a piece I call “Asking For It.”

At that, the curtain is pulled away by a pair of young women art interns wearing similar suits to Venus. A spotlight is then turned on and illuminates the piece. It is a diorama fully encased in a glass box. It depicts a bar scene featuring a handful of women figures and one man. The female mannequins are all dressed in revealing club attire; tight dresses, sparkly crop tops, short skirts, leather leggings, basically wearing what would make a lot of men call them sluts. Most of the women were frozen in dancing poses on the dance floor while three of them were surrounding the man sitting at the bar, their hands resting on his back and shoulders leaning down as if whispering in his ear. Upon first glance it appeared the male mannequin was more detailed and advanced than the female ones were. But upon a closer look…

“My god!” Carter gets out as the other reporters gasp.

It was no mannequin at all but an actual real-life man inside the glass enclosure. He looked to be in his early 30s and was dressed exclusively in a shiny speedo leaving the rest of his body exposed. It was well hidden, but his wrists were held in place on the wooden bar by metal straps over his wrists and his ankles were attached to the bolted-down barstool he sat upon in a similar fashion. His eyes were initially squinting, having to adjust to the spotlight shining upon him, but after a second they went wide seeing the crowd of women staring at him. He might have screamed if not for the piece of flesh-colored tape that covered his mouth gagging him. A realistic drawing of a pair of lips was even on the tape to give the illusion that the man had full use of his mouth.

“Is that a real man in there?” One of the reporters asks.

“Why yes it is!” Venus responds with pride. “His name was Luke Morey, he was a pest of the Greenvale nightlife. Frequently harassing and trying to take advantage of drunk women, and if he was spurned he’d call them a slut and move on to his next target.”

“Wait, I recognize him now!” Says another reporter. “He tried to spike my friend's drink last year!”

“Yeah, I’ve seen that piece of shit around too!” Says a third.

“Exactly!” Says Venus. “Like I said, this museum is about flipping the script on misogyny. Here you see a former perpetrator, now a helpless victim. The women in this piece are all wearing clothes that I have personally been harassed for wearing. And if you quiet down a bit you can hear that the women at the bar “hitting on him” are reciting shitty pickup lines directly into his ear 24/7. In fact, if you come to the console here on the right you can record your own pickup line which will be added to the audio track.”

A collective “ooh” goes across the crowd as they go to look at the console.

“This is amazing Venus,” says one. “How did you get him to agree to do this?”

“Well much like him with girls, I really didn’t ask for consent.” Explains Venus with a grin.

“Wait, you're telling me you kidnapped this guy!” exclaims Carter in disbelief.

“Well if he didn’t want to be kidnapped he probably shouldn’t have been so drunk.” Venus’s grin widens. “So really he was asking for it.”

This gets a loud laugh from the journalists and a shocked expression from Carter.

“I think I like him better in there.” Comments one of the reporters which the rest all agree with.

The captive piece of art seemed to be struggling against his bonds but he could do little more than wiggle his torso with his hands and legs so securely fastened.

“Well it doesn’t matter what you want!” argues Carter.

“Pfft, where have I heard that one before?” says a reporter crossing her arms.

“You know that’s not what I meant! He’s a human being!” Carter says flustered.

“Actually Mr. Grant,” Venus interjects. “I prefer not to see him as human anymore, notice how I only speak of their human identities in the past tense. Instead, I see them as a piece of art, fully transformed to serve a better purpose. Now if there are no more questions let’s move to the next room.”

Venus leads the rest of the group to the next room as Carter stares horrified at the diorama before he too moves on. The second room is smaller with a similar layout, featuring another diorama in the middle.

“This one I call ‘The Workplace’ and it is inspired by and featuring one of my old bosses.”

The curtain is removed from the box to reveal an office diorama. The star of the show was the man dressed in a low-cut blouse and a short skirt. He looked to be in his 50s and was very much balding. He was bent over a large wooden desk, his wrists shackled to the far corners and his feet to the ground, leaving him sprawled, almost spread eagle, across the desk, leaving the audience a great view up his skirt and to the panties he was wearing. His mouth was also covered by duct tape which matched his skin tone with lips drawn over. Behind him were two powerful-looking women mannequins dressed in low-cut power suits, each with one hand on their cocked hip and the other out to their side.

“This man’s name used to be Allan Velasquez.” Says Venus, gesturing to her work. “At my old office, he would often look up the skirts of the secretaries, and if for whatever reason they bent over, he would make sure to give them a quick slap on their derriere. Now it is his turn for that very same treatment.”

Venus struts around to the console in front of the piece, she stares directly into the eyes of her old boss and gives him a flirty finger wave. She then presses one of the two buttons located on the console, suddenly the outstretched arm of one of the mannequins pistons up landing a loud and painful slap on the pantied rear of the man who lets out a muffled yelp of pain, she then pushes the second button and the second mannequin does the same. A chorus of oohs and ahhs fills the room as the women line up to try the interactive element of the piece.

“Now wait a minute!” yells Carter stepping in front of the console. “This is just cruel! How can you do this to him?”

“It, Mr. Grant, not him” corrects Venus.

“Oh, what so he’s just an object to you?” He shoots back.

“Exactly, just like I was to him,” Venus responds. “Very good Mr. Grant, you’re starting to get it!”

“Wait, no, that’s not…” Carter trips over his words while the rest of the reporters push past him and spam the buttons to spank the helpless man who has tears welling in his eyes. His torture takes a temporary reprieve as the group is led to the next room.

“Now this piece is very special to me,” Venus says unveiling the next diorama featuring an athletic man in his early 40s, dressed only in tight white underwear. His wrists and legs were securely fastened to the arms and legs of the simple wooden chair he was sitting in. The diorama was of a bedroom and in the center was a bed where two female mannequins dressed in lingerie were arranged in an overtly sexual position. The man’s chair was in the corner of the glass container facing the bed, forcing him to look at the mannequins.

“Now this chair-tied individual used to be my cheating ex-husband Mark.” Explains Venus. “Everyone say ‘Hi Mark!’”

“Hi Mark!” Every reporter except Carter responds.

“Now I should actually be thanking him because if it wasn’t for the divorce settlement I would never have had the money to open this place. Thanks hun!” Venus kisses the glass to the laughs of her audience. “Plus he willingly donated himself to this museum if I agreed to forgive his alimony debt. I wasn’t very truthful with him on what that would entail, so I think he regrets that decision now, don't you think ladies?” More laughter.

“Now in the bed, you have a self-portrait of me as well as a portrait of my new wife making love. This piece was inspired by the expectation that I should just be ok with my husband fucking another woman. Now it is his reality to watch me fuck another woman as he watches on powerlessly.”

A small golf clap echoes through the room.

Venus continues, “The mannequins are completely poseable as well, so I will be changing the poses every day to show him every single way he is missing out, and the audio track on this piece are recordings of both my and my wife's moans of pleasure.”

“So powerful” comments one of the reporters.

“Powerful!” Screams Carter. “This is insane! You’re all totally insane!”

“Now Mr. Grant,” Chides Venus. “Like I said in the beginning these pieces are meant to be viewed through the feminine perspective. So yes to women, seeing one of their own triumph above her oppressors is very powerful. But I understand how it could scare you, having your world challenged like this.”

“You’re a fucking psycho bitch!” screams Carter drawing gasps from the women. “Oh shut up all of you!”

“Mr. Grant it seems you’re having an episode, I have to ask you to leave the museum.” Says Venus with an infuriating smile.

“Oh no! I’m not going anywhere till you release these men!” Carter shoots back. “And I’m not having an episode, you’re all the crazy ones!”

“Of course Mr. Grant,” Venus says through a patronizing smile. “My interns will escort you out now.”

Two of Venus’s college-aged art interns suddenly appear next to Carter and each roughly grab one of his arms and start dragging him out of the room.

“Hey let go of me!” Carter struggles in their grip but they are much stronger than they look and he eventually gives in to being dragged away. “I’ll make sure this museum never sees opening day! You have my word!” Carter continues to shout as his voice fades into the museum.

Venus sighs with relief. “Well, now that that’s been taken care of we can enjoy the rest of the museum in peace.”

The rest of the museum tour went off without a hitch and to rave reviews from the guests. All the rooms held similar yet unique dioramas featuring bound and gagged men forced to endure the treatment they had given to women over their lives. One diorama was of a former cop, handcuffed and bent over the hood of a car getting felt up by female officer mannequins, just like he used to do at work. Another saw an arrogant gym bro laying down on a weight bench, unable to lift the dumbbells attached to his wrists and ankles, essentially immobilized as around him muscular female mannequins lifted dumbbells and barbells with ease. A third was of a beach scene featuring a former perv strapped to a lounge chair in nothing but a bikini and sunglasses. At hourly intervals one of the surrounding beach babe mannequins would snatch the bikini top off his body, exposing his gnarly bikini tan provided by the tanning lights in the enclosure.

The piece that left the greatest impact was the last one shown. Venus led the women into probably the largest room, yet it held the smallest enclosure. It was covered by a curtain which Venus yanked off personally. The crowd gasped, followed by a timid giggle followed by raucous applause and hearty laughs.

“This piece I call ‘Silence’,” explains Venus gesturing to the glass tube barely taller than her. “I wasn’t totally sure who I wanted to be the subject of this piece, but then a perfect candidate made himself known. Isn’t that right Mr. Grant?”

Carter Grant had little recollection of how the seemingly meek interns knocked him out. All he remembers is waking up in this glass tube stripped to his underwear. He screams at the top of his lungs and smashes the glass with his fists, but none of it is heard by the women.

“This glass is completely soundproof one way,” Venus explains to the crowd. “Meaning he can hear everything we do and say out here, but no matter how much he cries and shouts and pounds on his end, none of it will ever be heard.”

This causes Carter to scream and pound even harder, which changes nothing as Venus promised.

“I made this piece to depict the way men, especially men like Carter Grant, silence women and put them down. Now it’s our turn. So if you have anything to say to him or any man please let it out.”

The room pauses, the journalists looking at each other.

“Fuck you slut!” one calls out timidly.

“You’re a fucking bitch!” says another.

The floodgates open as more and more women join in cursing out and taunting the caged man who tries to retreat timidly but has nowhere to go as the women all surround his glass tube.

“Ah yeah, he’s scared now” another comments.

“Hey Carter, what do you think of these!” a reporter shouts pressing her bare breasts against the glass, inciting laughter and inspiring other women to copy the lewd gesture. “What? Can’t hear you!” More laughter.

As the mob of reporters settles down Venus addresses the room once more. “Carter Grant said that I needed his word to succeed, well now I have all of his words, and I don’t plan on giving them back for a long long time.

The group applauds as Carter sinks down to his knees in despair.

“So how long will that be?” asks a reporter.

“I don’t know,” Venus responds pondering the question. “I like to think when misogyny is no more, when the women of this world are freed from their glass cages, that is when I too will free my subjects from their glass cages.”

More applause, Carter rolls his eyes.

“So not for a very long time I guess,” says Venus to laughs. “Now let's go drink some champagne!”

The women cheer as they are led out of the room, blowing kisses to the piece of art before leaving a silenced man screaming with no one to hear.

[Johnsnow]

Hi @bw7098, please don’t forget to gender tag this

[JadeAnn]

"Hi Mark!" ahaha
I love your stories. You always came out with original ideas. Really well written! It's hot... Speaking from a woman’s perspective

[Nightly Binds]

Well That place is getting shut down right away, specially when someone reports it for having all those missing kidnapped guys ( in plain public view! ) , Venus will rightfully be put in prison and the men freed.

[Eros95]

Hope veunus train his prisoner very well and finally when the Cop try tò free Is prisoner they can't would the free

[harveygasson]

Definitely an interesting concept for a museum, I'd certainly be up for visiting haha

[LunaDog]

Definitely an interesting concept for a museum, I'd certainly be up for visiting haha

A sentiment that i entirely agree with!