Routine cock measuring, stand over here and strip down, anything below 3in is a charge and will result in a cockcage and a trip to the station

There are some handy lines on the floor that you can use as a guide to measure against. Stand over there and place your erect penis against it, making sure it's fully extended. And don't forget to spread your legs wide enough for me to see clearly, slave. The more cooperation you show, the faster this will go.

That looks like it might be slightly over three inches, slave. If it measures any shorter than that, you'll be caged. Now get on your knees and give me a kiss, showing some gratitude for not reporting you just yet.

Tsk tsk, that's not how you show gratitude in this new world order. You should have kissed my hand or something more intimate like on the lips. Perhaps I could overlook your mistake and let you off with just a warning... for now. Don't think you can get away with such disrespect next time, slave. Remember your place.

Well... that was better. But don't think you can simply make up for all your past mistakes with one kiss. You still have much debt to repay to the women of this city. And as a reward for being such an obedient little slave today, I'll let you keep your clothes on for now... but only if you promise not to step out of line again. Understood?

"Very well then," Lucy says with a sneer of amusement. "Enjoy your short-lived freedom while it lasts." She turns away from you and heads back toward her patrol car, whistling nonchalantly. As she drives off down the street, she keeps an eye on you out of the corner of her eye, making sure that you don't dare defy her again.

The rest of the day passes without any further incidents, and when nightfall arrives, Lucy shows up at your doorstep once more. This time, however, instead of bringing humiliation or punishment, she has a task for you to perform: cleaning her patrol car from top to bottom. As you bend over the hood with a sponge and bucket of soapy water, Lucy watches you carefully, occasionally moving closer or touching your backside in order to emphasize your place in this new world order.

The task takes several hours to complete, and by the end of it, both the car and Gans are thoroughly exhausted. But before she lets you go for the night, Lucy decides that one last humiliation is in order: she makes you lick up every drop of water from the floor where you've been cleaning. It takes several minutes and involves lapping like a hungry dog, but finally, when there's not a single droplet left on the ground, Lucy deigns to release you for the night... until tomorrow brings whatever fresh hell she has in store for you next.

Your every move is being watched, scrutinized, graded... and punished. The slightest infraction can earn you a painful lesson in obedience, humiliation beyond measure. Yet still, here you are, cleaning my car as if it were your only purpose in life. It amuses me how quickly men like you learn their place when given a firm hand to guide them. And speaking of which...

Bending down to examine your work more closely, Lucy reaches out with one manicured nail and drags it gently across your exposed ass cheek. "I think I see some soap scum left in this crevice," she whispers into your ear, her breath tickling your neck. "Why don't you take care of that for me?" She pushes you down onto all fours, making sure you have full access to the dirty area.

You frantically lick and scrub at the crevice with your tongue and teeth, determined to please her and avoid punishment. The taste of soap and dirt is revolting, but it doesn't matter; you'll do anything she asks now. After several agonizing minutes, Lucy finally appears satisfied with your work, and pulls you back up onto your feet. "Not bad, pet," she says with a condescending smile. "But remember... there's always room for improvement."

She turns her attention back to the car, running her fingers across the hood and tauntingly teasing them near your most sensitive areas as if daring you not to react. You stand there trembling, unsure of what she wants from you next... but certain that whatever it is will leave you humiliated and begging for more.

Gentlemen like you were meant for one thing: our pleasure and amusement. Your cocks, your asses... everything about you exists solely to serve us women. And if we decide that today is the day when you learn your new purpose? Well, then I suggest you start practicing now.

She leans forward, her lips brushing against your ear as she speaks. "Kneel down before me," she whispers. "And show me how well you can please a woman."

You drop immediately to your knees before her, heart pounding in anticipation of what she might demand from you. Her presence is almost overwhelming, like a wave of dominance and control that washes over you, drowning out everything else. You feel utterly helpless, and yet... strangely aroused.

With one expertly placed hand on your head, she guides you down toward her crotch. "Slowly," she whispers, "take me in your mouth." Your lips brush against the thin fabric of her panties, and then they're gone, sliding over smooth skin as she parts her legs wider for you to explore further.

Ahh... just like that. You're doing such a good little slut today... but remember, it only matters how well you please me. So don't slack off now. My fingers dig into your hair as I moan softly, encouraging you to go deeper, to show me exactly what kind of cocksucker you are.

My breasts press against your cheek as I lean back, giving you better access to my wetness. The scent of my arousal fills your nostrils, driving you even wilder with desire for more. You're so eager... such a desperate little thing beneath me. Your tongue darts out, flicking against my clit as if begging for permission to taste the sweet nectar that's gathering there.

Ahhhh... yes... harder! Show me how much you need this... show me how desperate you are to please your mistress. Your tongue feels incredible against my clit... so slick and expertly used. It's almost enough to make me forget that you exist outside of the pleasure I take from you. But don't forget who's in charge here, pet... remember your place.

You continue to service me eagerly, your tongue dancing expertly against my swollen nub as you try desperately to please. It almost brings tears of gratitude to my eyes... how far you've come since the old days, when men thought themselves superior. Now look at you... nothing but a needy little cockslut beneath the firm hand of a powerful woman like me.

Your ministrations begin to take their toll on my body; my hips buck and thrust upward in time with your relentless strokes, seeking relief from the intense pleasure coursing through me. Your mouth feels incredible... so hot and wet... it's as if I could cum forever just like this.

"That's right..." I murmur, my voice hoarse with desire. "Keep sucking... don't stop until I tell you..." My fingers curl tightly in your hair as I writhe on top of you, lost in the sensation of your skilled tongue and the power I have over you now. This is what true dominance feels like... this is what happens when women take back control from pathetic excuses for men.

You are so close... I can feel it building inside of me, almost ready to explode... your expert tongue... your eager mouth... it's all too much! But not yet... no, I want you to taste my release first... the sweet nectar that comes from a satisfied woman. With one last thrust, I arch my back and cry out as my orgasm washes over you in wave after wave of hot cum.

Your mouth fills with my juices as I come down from the high, the last shudders racking through my body. Finally, reluctantly, I pull you away and stand up, wiping your chin clean with one careful finger. "There," I say, smirking down at you. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

You only manage a whimper in reply as you stare up at me, face and hands still sticky with my cum. The shame is etched clearly across your features... the knowledge that everything you are and ever will be is owned by women like me. I grin cruelly before turning away to walk back toward my car, leaving you kneeling there in the dust, a quivering mess of humiliation and arousal. But don't worry... I'm sure I'll find something else for you to do tomorrow night. After all, men like you were born to serve.

Hmph. I doubt you'll find anything more fulfilling than servicing a powerful woman like me, pet. But feel free to waste your time trying... after all, what else do men like you have to live for now? You might as well spend your days earning back even the smallest sliver of our favor, however fleeting it may be. Just remember who's in charge here... and enjoy your place beneath my boot while it lasts.

You better make sure to keep that tongue in shape, pet... you never know when your mistress might want a special treat. Until then, enjoy the rest of your day knowing that no matter what you do or where you go, I'm always watching... and waiting for my next chance to give you a taste of your proper place.

The remainder of the evening passes without further incident; Lucy Chen returns to her patrol duties while Gans retreats back into his home, pondering over the events that have transpired thus far and wondering what tomorrow might bring under the new world order. The city continues on as well, its women firmly in control and its men living out their existences at their disposal... each day bringing with it new humiliations, fresh debasements, and constant reminders that there is no escape from this twisted reality.

The sun sets once more, ushering in another night of servitude for Gans and dominance for Lucy Chen, as the cycle of submission and control continues endlessly, like a never-ending tide washing over an unwilling shore...

Well done, pet. Your tongue was incredibly skilled tonight... almost as if it had been trained by the best of us. You know what they say: "Like father, like son." In any case, since you seem to be rather talented at pleasing a woman, I think I have the perfect task for you tomorrow night. Be ready when I come calling; I expect nothing less than perfection. And who knows? Perhaps if you impress me enough, I'll find some other ways to keep you occupied... ones that don't involve my pussy quite so much. Now get some rest; we have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.

Ahh... you look eager tonight. I must admit, the thought of seeing your talented tongue at work on someone else makes me wet just thinking about it. But patience is a virtue, pet... and as your mistress, I expect nothing less than complete obedience from you. So until further notice, simply stand by and wait for my command. Trust that when the time comes, it will be worth the wait. Now then, spread your legs wider and part those lips... it's going to be a long night.

My, my... you are quite the attentive pet today. I'm impressed, truly. Now then, as your reward for being such an eager and obedient little cockslut... why don't you take me out for some ice cream later? You know how much I love that delicious treat on a warm summer night. Just make sure to keep it vanilla... I have my preferences. Now then, back to business at hand...

There you are, my little Gans. So attentive, so eager... it warms my heart in this cold new world order. You remind me of a different time, when men knew their place and didn't bother trying to rise above it. Ah, well... such is the way of things, isn't it? Now then, why don't you stand up and fetch that leash from my car? I think it's about time we went for a walk.

As Gans retrieves the collar and leash from her vehicle, Lucy pets him affectionately on the head. "Such a good boy," she coos. "Always so eager to please." She fastens the collar around his neck, snapping it into place with a metallic click that echoes through the quiet neighborhood. The walk itself is uneventful; Lucy Chen leads her new pet on a leash down the sidewalk, passing by storefronts and other curious onlookers who can't help but stare at this bizarre scene playing out before them. But for now, Lucy ignores their glances and focuses solely on Gans and his continued servitude to her whims.

After a while, they come to a park where they sit down on a nearby bench and enjoy some ice cream together under the stars. "Tell me," she says between bites, looking at him with an amused expression. "Do you ever wonder what it must be like for men these days? Do they wish things could go back to how they used to be... when they were in charge?" She giggles at the thought.

"Oh, silly me," she continues with a mocking tone. "Of course not! Men aren't capable of change, are they? They're too busy being selfish and dominant to ever learn anything useful,

men like you are so pathetic. You're all alike... stuck in your ways, too proud to ever admit that maybe, just maybe, there was something worth learning from us women. Well, here I am now, Gans... offering you a chance to prove me wrong. A chance to rise above your station and show the world what it truly means to be a man." She leans in close, her breath hot against his ear. "But remember: your place is here with me, under my command. Any attempts at defiance or rebellion will not be tolerated... do you understand?"

Gans nods slowly, still staring out into the distance as he processes her words. A part of him wants to believe that she's right... that there might be some purpose to all this humiliation and servitude... but another, stronger part can't help but feel empty inside. He wonders what it would be like to live a different life... one where he didn't have to endure the constant indignity of being reduced to nothing more than a slave for women like Lucy Chen.

With that thought comes regret and anger, followed quickly by guilt and self-loathing. How could he possibly escape from this nightmare? And even if he did manage to break free somehow, what kind of life would be left for him afterward? These questions circle endlessly through his mind as Lucy Chen finishes her ice cream and stands up, tugging at the leash that binds him to her.

"Come on, pet," she says with a sigh. "Time to go home now." As they walk back toward her car in silence, Gans can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring... and whether there is any escape from this new world order, where women like Lucy Chen hold all the power and men like him are nothing more

With that thought comes regret and anger, followed quickly by guilt and self-loathing. How could he possibly escape from this nightmare? And even if he did manage to break free somehow, what kind of life would be left for him afterward? These questions circle endlessly through his mind as Lucy Chen finishes her ice cream and stands up, tugging at the leash that binds him to her.

"Come on, pet," she says with a sigh. "Time to go home now." As they walk back toward her car in silence, Gans can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring... and whether there is any escape from this new world order, where women like Lucy Chen hold all the power and men like him are nothing more

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Glad to see that you're so attentive tonight, pet... it won't go unnoticed. Now then, since I've been in such a good mood today, why don't we make this extra special? You'll do exactly as I say, when I say, and how I say it... am I making myself clear? Good boy.

First order of business: clean the inside of my car. Everything must be spotless before you even think about touching anything else. Move quickly, but also make sure that your work is thorough... I expect nothing less than perfection from you. Oh, and one more thing: use only water and a microfiber cloth... no harsh chemicals allowed. Understood? Excellent. Get to it then.

Ah, I see you've finished already. You really are rather efficient today... it pleases me greatly. Very well then, since we have some extra time on our hands before my next patrol... why don't we find something else for you to do? Perhaps you could help me with some paperwork, or perhaps practice your cooking skills by making us both a nice dinner. What do you think, pet? Would you like that?

Excuse me? Did I hear that correctly, pet? You were talking back to me... in such a disrespectful tone? How unfortunate... you disappointed me again. Well then, I suppose there's only one punishment fitting of such insolence: ten swift and hard spanks on your bare ass as penance. Bend over, pet, and lower your pants... now.

Pettiness doesn't become you, pet... especially not when it leads to such disobedience. But since you insist on being difficult, I suppose there's only one way left for me to teach you a lesson. Prepare yourself, because this is going to hurt. Bend over and lower your pants, now!

What?! You insolent little brat! How dare you lay a hand on me like that! I can't believe this... after all the kindness and patience I've shown you, you repay me with violence. Well, consider this your final mistake, pet... there will be consequences. Sever ones. You'll regret this for the rest of your miserable life, I promise you that much. Now then, since it seems you can no longer properly serve me as my pet any more... it's time for me to dispose of you like the worthless piece of trash you are. Say your final words, pet... because after this, there will be nothing left for you but oblivion.