Chastity cages are now part of the police uniform

Rachel had vowed to herself to limit the use of the notebook in reforming the school. Trying to keep the extraordinary to a minimum, wishing instead to see how well she could bring about female empowerment from the completely realistic. Yet when she was down to her last pinch, she knew that the notebook would be her fallback and what she would use to get out of any of the more precarious situations that she would find herself in. This little run in with the law was one such case where she took exception to her vow to completely natural means.

Old rule: All policemen are obligated to wear chastity cages as part of their uniforms, which are attached right at their enrollment at the police academy. The keys to which are only allowed confined with a very select group of women.

Rachel thought this was a good start to avoiding any repercussions that the police could have in store for her, but still sexual frustration among the useless men wouldn't be enough to avoid the coming investigation. She naturally added to the previous rule.

New Rule: The owner of this rulebook is the only person currently in possession of the chastity cage keys.

That was another step in the right direction and part of the total idea that Rachel had in mind. The majority of her idea, her get-out-of-jail-free card, still swirled formlessly in her mind. Slowly solidifying around the core that she had already noted down. Eventually her mind went to the housewives she had heard about in the past. The idea she had heard distantly being their addiction to their husbands's cocks. Rachel was skeptical of this reality, in fact she was very convinced of this being an outright lie, but with the reality bending power of paper and inc that she was now in possession of she knew that she could make this a kind of reality.

New rule: The principals office of Gordon academy has a fourteen inch strap-on, named Jeremy, in one of its drawers. Jeremy has the power of making specifically police officers grow irreversibly addicted to it whenever they get pegged by it, as well as its penetration, after an initial phase that brings pain, being the most pleasurable single experience known to man, which is clearly visible on the faces of whoever is undergoing it at the moment.

With the new rules formulated, Rachel felt safe in going forward. The investigation crisis had been averted as she could now with ease put the investigating police **** under her thumb. So she thought at least until something hit her. The formulations of her notes had been implemented in a way that was uncharacteristically unaccounting for the female parts of the police **** and hastily, under the panic of the enclosing investigators to her office, she added under her last rule.

Old rule: women are always put in the highest and most bureaucratic positions in the police **** and never even set foot the ground in a uniform, instead controlling the doings of the **** behind the scenes.

Rachel thought this last addition to was a good one. In a time before the notebook came into her possession, the police had been useless in resolving **** cases and surely this new leadership would make this a thing of the past.

The entourage of investigators were fast approaching and Rachel could feel the stress build up. She could feel the key she had given herself through the notebook dangling on a chain around her neck. That would be part of her plan, but it would only serve as bait for the main course and in a panic she searched through drawer after drawer as time grew thinner and thinner. Until she got to the very last drawer just as the people that were to question her were knocking on the door of her office.

Rachel couldn't help but to stare at the toy, almost forgetting of the group outside with a rapidly draining patience. It was purple and looked to be just as long as she had instructed the notebook for it to be. Its head was thicker than the rest of it, and a slightly ribbed texture followed it all the way from the head to the base. She felt it in her hand, marveling at just what it was, before putting it away and facing the door, instructing the investigators to make their ingress.

A group of five burly policeofficers, tall and muscular, all with stereotypically ultramasculine jawbones peered on to her. In the past Rachel would have felt fear, she never knew just how the patriarchy brought its retribution and wanted no part in it. This time however things were different, she knew she had the upper hand and couldn't help but to smile at the officers with a knowing grin.

The conversation went on with Rachel on autopilot, she was feeling the air. Waiting for just the right time to pounce. The right moment to flirt at the uniformed macho men in just such a way to make their neglected cocks wish for nothing else but release. Eventually just such a moment presented itself, as Rachel stared coquettishly into the senior officer's eyes and lightly bit her own lip. She saw that horrible expression in him that indicated a man's uncontrollable sex drive, the one thing that above all needed to be trained like a dog. Rachel flirtatiously and slowly pulled the chain with her chastity cage key up from her bosom. The patriarchy would soon be no more and these men would have a front row seat to how it would end.

"Well, I know that you all protect and serve, but surely that'd be best done with a little mind clearing exercise?" Rachel asked, still with her knowing smile. It was a mere rhetorical question, meant to set up the followup "Do a little something for me and I just might give you your release and after that you might investigate me all you want with unclouded eyes"

The men were shocked at Rachel's revelation, she was a keybearer. Maybe they would all get their release today? Nerves struck them all in turn and their initial reaction were all various degrees of solemnly looking downwards just to process what had just been implied to them. The most eager of the men took a step forward and inquired about what the deans conditions may be.

Rachel smiled even wider than before and told the officer to declothe himself before he received further orders. He soon did as his cohort looked on in **** curiosity, noting carefully of how Rachel walked towards a corner of her office and reappeared to the men with a giant strap-on harnessed to her crotch.

"Now bend over my desk and when I'm done we'll discuss your cage situation" Rachel ordered. While his cohort had become more skeptical, yet still enticed. The man who had stepped forward had already gotten this far, him standing nude and all; hard metal chastity cage showing and all, and deemed it risible to go just a step further. As if in a trance, he walked up to the large desk that Rachel had filed her paperwork on and bent over.

"Actually I changed my mind. On your back, I want you to lie on my desk" Rachel said and the man soon followed. His buttocks inches out from the edge of the desk, his legs pulled up towards his chest in order to maintain balance. In this position Rachel grabbed hold of him and pressed her rubber cock straight into the policeman's unused behind.

A shredding scream of pain soon filled both the office and the hallways beyond. Only to be replaced by one of intense pleasure, the stern and strict looking police officer. So used to dealing with all manner of criminals soon had his face contorted into one of complete pleasure, a male ahegao in its ****. No one would be surprised if his pupils had turned into little hearts by this point.

Rachel penetrated the man, going in and out over and over again, gyrating her hips back and forth. The man seemed to have grown used enough to the experience at one point to form his howlings of pleasure into substantive words. An ability that he soon used to praise Rachel's rubber phallus in every way possible. With words that would put even pornstars to shame and all screamed from the very core of his being with every ounce of meaning and intent that he could muster. Rachel couldn't help but to grow enamored with the feeling that she got from this activity.

It was a little while later when the words again turned into a mess of pleasured screams, as the man undulated all over and a glob of cum could be seen spilling out from his tight metal chastity cage. Rachel was done with this man, but she had barely even had time to inform the man that she would'nt release him any time soon from his cock prison before the next man waltzed up for his turn. Something which Rachel, after her experience with the first man she could do nothing but oblige to.

It took quite a while, but eventually the entire investigation party had been stripped and fucked into complete adoration of Rachel and her strap-on cock. Her back was sore after the entire morning's worth of use and she soon told them what she had planned to all along, that their release wouldn't be today. After which she dismissed them, allowing their investigations into anything they liked, but with only the subtlest of hints that if anything turned up, then she just might not be available to peg them again.

The men marched out, dejected by their denial of a chastity release, humiliated by the way they were fucked and, most important of all, having received a new and completely unbreakable addiction to pleasures that only Rachel could provide.

Rachel sighed with relief as soon as the officers were out of the door, their heads being turned away from Rachel as they went out, disallowing her from seeing their emotions at that time. still, as soon as they had left she was relieved. The crisis was averted, if with a new interest for Rachel, that of control through pleasure. It might be something that she'd need to explore further. Still her duties called as a dean and she could only plan for what was to come next.