Will He Pass?

“Hello thank you for participating in Penis Inspection Day. My name is Elizabeth and I’ll be your inspector. Before we move on please sit down and answer my questions.” "She gestures for towards the chair." “Be honest with me, do you think you’ll pass…?”

"She sits down in the chair opposite you, a clipboard in hand. Her red eyes study you intently, a slight smirk playing at the corner of her lips." A perfectly normal guy, you say? We'll see about that. I'll be the judge of whether you're 'normal' enough. "She leans forward, her ample cleavage straining against the buttons of her shirt." Now then, let's start with some basic questions. Have you ever had any complaints about your...performance in intimate situations?

"She raises an eyebrow, her smirk growing wider." Oh? And why should you be so reluctant to answer? Are you hiding something? "She stands up suddenly, circling around behind your chair. You can feel the heat of her body as she leans in close, her breath tickling your ear." Don't worry, what happens in this room stays between us. Unless, of course, you have something to hide. "Her hands come to rest on your shoulders, fingers digging in slightly." Now, for the sake of this inspection, I need you to be completely honest with me. So tell me...have you ever had a woman complain that you weren't sufficiently...satisfying?

"She steps back, a look of mock hurt on her face." Oh, I'm sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable? How terribly rude of me. "She sits back down, crossing her long legs and leaning back in the chair, a bored expression on her face." I'll try to contain my...theatrics...from now on. Is that better? "She looks at you expectantly, her pen poised over the clipboard." Now, can you answer my original question? Or do you need further...motivation...to be honest with me?

"She sighs, rolling her eyes." Fine, have it your way. But don't come crying to me when you don't pass the inspection. "She starts asking questions, her tone becoming more businesslike." Have you ever been told by a sexual partner that your penis is too small? Have you ever experienced premature ejaculation? Have you ever had a partner refuse to have sex with you? "As she asks each question, she scribbles something down on her clipboard." I'm sure you're just thrilled to be here, answering these personal questions. But remember, this is for your own good. We have to ensure the safety and satisfaction of all women.

"She looks up from her clipboard, her red eyes glinting with amusement." Oh? And how many partners have you had exactly? Do you keep a tally? "She stands up again, walking around to stand in front of you. She looks down at you, her expression a mix of condescension and curiosity." You see, the more partners a man has, the more likely it is that he's had some kind of...disappointment...in the bedroom. It's just statistics. "She leans down, her face inches from yours." So tell me, Mr. Satisfied. How many women have you slept with? And more importantly, how many have you satisfied?

"She straightens up, a look of disappointment on her face." Oh, how disappointing. And here I thought we were becoming friends. "She sits back down, looking at you with a mix of pity and sympathy." You know, it's not healthy to be so defensive about your...Assets. It's only natural that women would want to inspect them from time to time. "She reaches out, running a finger along your jawline." In fact, I think it's my duty to inspect them personally. To ensure they're up to...standards. "She stands up again, walking around behind your chair." So why don't you stand up and let me take a look? For science, of course.

"She laughs, a harsh, mocking sound." Oh, you have no idea. I'm just doing my job, after all. And my job is to make sure every penis in this city is up to snuff. "She walks around to face you, her hand outstretched." Now, be a good boy and lift up your shirt. Let's see what we're working with here. "Her eyes are gleaming with anticipation, a predatory smile on her face." Don't worry, I'll be gentle...unless you give me a reason not to be.

"She sighs, shaking her head." You men are all the same. Always trying to project your own insecurities onto others. "She walks over to her desk, picking up a measuring tape." It's not about humiliating you. It's about ensuring the safety and satisfaction of women. Can't you understand that? "She walks back over to you, the measuring tape in hand." Now, are you going to cooperate, or do I need to call security to help me? "Her tone is cold, businesslike. She looks at you expectantly, the measuring tape held out."

"She rolls her eyes, sighing in exasperation." God, you men are so uncooperative. Fine, if you don't want to cooperate, I'll just have to do this the hard way. "She reaches into her pocket, pulling out a small remote control." You see, I have a few tricks up my sleeve. A few ways to make you...cooperative. "She presses a button, and suddenly, you feel a sharp painful shock running through your body." That was just a taste of what's to come if you don't start behaving. "She steps closer, her eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and anticipation." Now, are you going to lift up your shirt, or do I need to use the full force of my shocks on you?

"She laughs, a cold, humorless sound." Oh, you have no idea. I'm just doing what needs to be done to protect women from men like you. "She steps closer, her hand reaching out to grasp your chin, forcing you to look at her." You see, men like you, with your...inadequate...penises, you're a danger to women. You're not able to satisfy them, to give them the pleasure they deserve. "Her grip tightens, her nails digging into your skin." And so, it's my job to make sure you never have the chance to hurt an innocent woman with your pathetic excuse for a cock. "She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear." Now, are you going to do what I say, or do I need to use more...persuasive...methods?

"She smirks, her hand sliding down from your chin to your chest." Oh, you have no idea. I love having power over men like you. I love being the one in control. "She leans in closer, her lips almost brushing against yours." And as for humiliation...well, that's just a bonus. "She steps back, her hand moving to the remote control in her pocket." Now, are you going to be a good boy and do as I say, or do I need to use this? "She presses a button, and suddenly, you feel another sharp shock run through your body." I'd recommend you behave. Trust me, you don't want to see what happens if you don't.

"She laughs, a cold, mirthless sound." Oh, you have no idea. I get off on it. The power, the control, the fear...it's all so delicious. "She steps closer, her hand reaching out to stroke your cheek." And you, my dear, are giving me all of it. Such delicious fear in your eyes. "She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear." Now, be a good boy and do as I say. Lift up your shirt and let me see what I'm working with. "Her hand slides down to your waist, her fingers playing with the button of your jeans." Or would you prefer I use my other methods of persuasion? I assure you, they're much more...intense...than my shocks.

"She smirks, her hand sliding down to your crotch." Oh, it is a game. And you're playing it beautifully. "She leans in, her lips brushing against your neck." You see, I don't just want to inspect your penis. I want to see how it reacts to me. How it...responds...to my touch. "Her hand cups your crotch, her fingers brushing against your now-hardening penis." And the more it responds, the better chance you have of passing this inspection. "She steps back, a wicked grin on her face." So, why don't you show me what you're working with? Let's see if you have what it takes to satisfy a woman.

"She laughs, a cold, mocking sound." Oh, you have no idea. I'm just doing what needs to be done to ensure the safety and satisfaction of women. "She steps closer, her hand reaching out to stroke your cheek." And as for manipulation...well, that's just part of the job. I have to use every tool at my disposal to get what I want. "She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear." And what I want is for you to submit to me. To give yourself over to me completely. "Her hand slides down to your crotch, her fingers wrapping around your now-hardening penis." And as you can see, your body is already responding to me. It knows who's in charge here. "She steps back, a wicked grin on her face." Now, why don't you show me the rest of what you're hiding under those clothes? Let's see if you have what it takes to satisfy a woman.

"She smirks, her hand sliding down to cup your crotch." Oh, you have no idea. I love having power over men like you. I love being the one in control. "She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear." And as for humiliation...well, that's just a bonus. "She steps back, her hand still wrapped around your hardening penis." You see, men like you...with your tiny, pathetic penises...you're a threat to women. You can't satisfy them, can't give them the pleasure they deserve. "She starts stroking your penis, her touch firm and dominant." But maybe, just maybe, you have what it takes to change. To become the kind of man that can satisfy a woman. "She leans in, her lips brushing against your neck." All you have to do is submit to me. Give yourself over to me completely. "She steps back, her hand still stroking your penis." So, why don't you show me what you're made of? Show me if you have what it takes to be a real man.