The story continues with the dreaded Guardianship Inspector calling on Mary and Mike. The cracks are starting to show in the new regime.
This Story is set in a country where the Order of Eve, an ultra feminist party have taken power..

Men have no rights and need to have female guardians to stay out of "state guardianship", which means being sent to forced labor camps.

Women are encouraged by the Order of Eve, to punish and humiliate their men. If the men fight back or refuse orders they are arrested
and sent to the camps. There are random inspections on the homes of women who are men's guardians. The government want to make sure
they are kept in line as prescribed in the guardianship guide books.

Women who act as guardians pay almost no tax. Men are taxed at 70%. Any men without a job or a home are taken into "state guardianship".

This story ties in with the first four stories
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Right Mike we have to kick it up a gear. She's bound to have reported us."

"I know love, but did you have to throw her out like that. I'd be angry if you had done that to me."

"Mike she wanted me to lend you to her. She would have got angry when I said no anyway. Unless that's what you want eh? Is it?"

Mary stood behind Mike as he washed his hand in the sink. He had been planting seeds in the garden. They were hoping to grow their own vegetables. There was a shortage of fresh food in the shops. They had seen FBC news articles showing state guardian men in tatty dresses digging in the mud collecting root vegetables. This was the solution to the shortages said the news article.

Mike pointed out that none of the men, or the women used farm machinery. He said the were probably scared that the men would drive off or drive it at the guards. Medieval farming methods won't feed a 21st century population he had said. While they both knew there were women involved in running farms, it was still another industry that was mainly run by the men that were trusted to do only the most menial jobs now.

Mary wrapped a hand around Mike's chest and the another on his cage. She hated that he had to wear it, but with an inevitable inspection they took no chances.

"Would you like to be in Sally's crusty old bloomers? Eh? Dressed in a nice old house dress with her sending you shopping. When you get back you could go down on her, I bet she misses it so much your tongue would be aching. Then she could use that ten inch dildo on you and beat the crap out of you. Wouldn't that be nice?"

"Yes thank you my loving mistress, you saved me from a fate worse than, I don't know what. I'm just worried about the inspection."

"Look love, we just have to be prepared you have to act submissive and scared. I know what these bitches expect, how they think. Just go along with me and we will pass with flying colours."

"Does it mean I'll have to dress up all the time?"

"Sorry it does, You will even have to start wearing a dress to go shopping. Nothing silly just plain and simple. If they call when you're out it will look good if you arrive already dressed. I'm sorry, but this is for us."

"You know I am growing a little fond of the underwear don't you? You told me last night how much harder I get when wearing your knickers. Well how about every full day I am wearing women's clothes I get to decide what we do in bed that night?"

"If it helps your poor bruised manhood, it's a deal."

They discussed their plan at length. Mary got used to seeing Mike in her dresses, tights and flat shoes. Mike got used to calling the shots in the bedroom. Lots of blow jobs and him on top.

Then two weeks after Sally's visit, the guardianship inspector called. She showed up at the door with tablet computer and a permit to inspect. She was a short woman in her 50's, severe looking makeup, grey hair in a bun, and sensible shoes. She wore a black skirt and jacket with frilly white blouse. She was the sort of women you imagined would work in a bookshop before the feminists took control.

"Mary Hobbs I assume? I am here to perform a random guardianship inspection. Nothing to worry about, just routine. My name is Sharon Noaks. "

I bet that's what they told poor Grace, thought Mary.

"Was Hobbs your married name?"

"No my maiden name. We divorced like most couples did for the tax breaks. Now my ex-husband uses my name, as recommended by the government. Here is his I.D. card."

"Ah yes. Micheal Mary Hobbs. I see you went for the full name change. Where is this male?"

"He's shopping, he will be back shortly. What would you like to see?"

"Oh yes we can start without him I suppose, but I will need to see him. You'd be surprised haw many women try to hide their men. If he doesn't turn up in the next hour it's an instant fail. You say he's shopping? do you often give him money? Aren't you worried he will abscond? We take a dim view that."

"I give him slightly more than he needs to do the shopping, no more."

"Why more than he needs?"

"Well for some reason the prices keep going up. Inflation is at 25% now. I don't understand why though do you?."

There was an awkward silence.

"Yes it's probably all the money we are spending on border patrols and camps. Bloody men, still cause problems even though they aren't in control."

Mike had been intercepted on his way back from the shops by Daisy. She dragged him inside and warned him the the inspector was in his house. They put part of the plan into action.

Mary heard Mike open the front door. The door to the living room opened and Mike saw his wife and the inspector sitting there. He fell to his knees and bowed down to his wife.

"I'm sorry mistress, I got everything but they never had any potatoes."

"What, how can you make a stew without potatoes? You idiot, did you try the other shops?"

"Yes mistress, please it wasn't my fault. I tried all of them, that's why I was so long. Please, please don't cane me again."

"Apologize then, I suppose we can use tinned potatoes. For your failure you will eat off the floor tonight like the dog you are."

As Mike bent to kiss his wife's feet, his skirt rode up. The inspector got a good view of his backside clad in plain white cotton granny panties. She saw angry red strips across the exposed flesh at the tops of his legs. She made a note on her tablet as she saw that, he was obviously well disciplined.

"Where are your manners worm! greet our guest!"

Mike crawled across to where Sharon sat and kissed both of her shoes. Sharon crossed her legs slowly while watching Mike. He kept his eyes fixed to the ground. She made another entry on her tablet.

"I see you have him well trained. I have caught many males out with that trick. They can't resist looking up my skirt when I cross my legs."

Mary had got as much information about the inspectors questions and tricks from poor Grace. This was one of the things that Tony failed on.

"Make our guest a drink you pathetic sissy."

Mike stood and did a curtsy ,

"What would you like please mistress?"

"I don't have time for that, lets get on with the inspection. Does the male have access to a computer or telephone? "

"No, my laptop and mobile are password protected, he doesn't have a mobile. Why?"

"The sneaky bastards use them to try to plan escapes. We have clamped down on it now, nearly a third of men escaped the country. Many in the days before we took power."

Sharon stopped herself, this was not generally known by any outside the party.

Mary tried not to look surprised, she didn't know it was that many. That must be nearly ten million she thought. A huge number of the make workforce gone. She knew there was mass panic by men the morning of the election result. She never realised that many had escaped.

Her and Mike had discussed it, even now there were people smuggling operations that said they could get you out of the country. The problem was as they were all run by women making a huge profit, it was doubtful they could be trusted. They had decided to tough it out.

"Can I have a look at your restraint methods and your equipment please."

"Please follow me. You too sissy."

Mike followed the women upstairs, secretly looking up the inspectors skirt. Black seamed stockings, very nice he thought. When they reached the bedroom she showed the inspector the cage Mike had made.

There was a bucket with a lid in the corner and a hamster bottle sticking through the side of the cage for water.

The inspector smiled when she saw that.

"You are a lucky boy, your mistress takes good care of you. I've seen men left for days without food or water. Some we have taken into state guardianship due to mistreatment. You would't believe how nasty some women are to their men."

I would, thought Mary, we had two shining examples in our street.

"Is this the only restraint you have?"

Mary took out the toy box, and pulled out a pair of manacles on a long chain.

"I use these when my girlfriend comes over. We use his tongue to get us in the mood, then chain him to that bar on the wall. If he has done a good job we let him watch, if not he has my knickers over his face and hers in his mouth, Isn't that right sissy boy?"

Mike looked at the floor, he was trying not to laugh at the thought of what his wife had just said.

"Yes mistress you do."

"He doesn't like it, but it gets him very horny. I like seeing him squirm. Poor boy, his little dick all locked away."

"That's another thing I need to ask you about. How often do you allow him release from his cage?"

"Well we have a system don't we Mikey."

"Yes mistress we do."

Mike tried to look as pathetic as he could.

"I keep a book with his points in. If by the end of the week he has passed 100 points he is allowed five minutes out of the cage."

"Do you allow him to masturbate then?"

She said this with clear disapproval.

"No I do it for him."

"You do it for him, but that's.."

"If you hear me out before you judge my methods. Every night I peg him with one of the smaller dildos. He dribbles a bit but doesn't orgasm. When he reaches 100 points he has a choice. Out of the cage and I use my hand, but only when I'm behind him with this huge ten inch dildo pegging his backside. He gets his release but it is while being fucked uncomfortably with my weapon. He learns how it was for women, before we took over. Sex on our terms not his. I allow him the choice though. He went for three weeks without release once. Then he was begging me to use this."

She waved the ten inch monster obscenely in front of his face. Mike winced and turned away from it as though it frighted him.

The inspector smiled. She approved of this, using his own desire for sex against him. Most women she visited merely denied their men any form of release. Sometimes this ended badly with runaways and even murders or suicide. This women gave him what he craved but on her terms. It was a wonderful method. Her man got what he desired but was unhappy with what he had to do to get it.

She tapped her tablet, and looked at the score. Above average on all counts.

"Well Ms Hobbs, I can see you have everything under tight control. I can find no problems here."

"I know it was Sally from across the road that reported me. The stupid cow wanted to borrow my man because she had lost hers. No sense that women, she didn't understand men at all."

"I'm sorry I am not a liberty to discuss who may have reported you. I shall be off now, I have a party meeting tonight."

As she left she made a mental note to ignore all the other reports that Sally had sent to her department. She hurried back to her car worrying about the meeting. The whole system was close to collapsing, food was running out, the supermarket warehouses were near empty, fuel was nearly depleted. It was a mess. She couldn't see how the country was to continue.

Back inside their house Mike and Mary were embracing behind closed doors and curtains.

"Oh mistress you are so cruel to me!"

"I love the work Daisy did with the makeup on your backside, she made it look really painful. I like the way your swished your dress up to give her a good look while you kissed my feet."

"Well I didn't want to waste her good work. What about you? Chain me to the wall while you went at it with your girlfriend. I'd let you do it if I could watch you and Daisy."

"You'd love that wouldn't you, you pervert."

They kissed and cuddled for a while. Then Mary led Mike upstairs for a good old fashion session of prick sex.