"Welcome students to the masters school of domineering. Throughout the next year, you will learn how to dominate your government assigned submissive. Ultimately preparing you to take your rightful place in society." A young Blonde Busty teacher stood at the front speaking in leather pants and a tight corset. She held a cattle prod in her hand with authority.
The classroom was filled with young male 20-somethings that had been allocated as dominants by the new regime. The teacher continued. "Today's class we will be learning how to train a blowjob into your submissive. You want her to crave giving them as much as you crave receiving them. They should be a submissive's biggest habit but you will in all likelihood have to train them into the craving."
The teacher paused. Her 10 inch high heels made a thud on the hard wooden floors as she stopped her pacing back and forth. "Unfortunately these submissives grew up before the regime so they may hold delusions about their place in society". The blonde teacher sighed, shaking her head as if she was disappointed that these women had once been walking around society free. "Don't worry boys, we will be able to retrain them." The teacher began to pace up and down again.
At the front of the class sat at least 10 women, all naked and placed on their knees. The girls were all shapes and sizes but they all had one thing in common. Their hands had been tied behind their backs in such a way that forced their tits out on display for the class to see. None of the women looked happy to be there.
"These are the women that our great government has assigned as house submissives. You will each be assigned one of these slaves and they will mark the start of your new harem. With each new submissive you take on, you will receive government payment for their upkeep." The mistress let out a big creepy grin as she looked along the line of naked girls. Each one of them looked to her, eyes pleading for a different fate.
Ignoring their pleading eyes, the teacher swiftly turned back towards the men. "Back to our lessons. If you open the envelope on your desks you will see a card with a number printed on them. Please find your submissive up here in the front." She motioned her hand towards the line of girls.
Ruby was the biggest of all the girls in the line up. She wasn't fat, she was just larger. Larger frame, larger tits and bigger ass. As all the men looked along the line, she felt their eyes linger on her. Her boobs had to be at least two cup sizes larger than every other slave in the line up. If it wasn't for the way her hands were bound, she would be desperately trying to cover herself.
She looked down to see a card hanging from her neck. She was "Number 6" according to her card. Before she could really process how she was being treated like a piece of property rather than a human,the teacher spoke again.
"As you can see the slaves have very clunky metal training chains around their necks. In a moment you will attach the leash to your submissive. the tighter you pull, the less your new property will be able to breathe." The blonde mistress ruffled the hair of the closest slave in amusement with a cheeky smile of entertainment.
With a flick of the wrist, the girls were about to meet their new guardians. "Go collect your slaves and bring them back to your desk. It is vital you use a rougher hand at the start. These are new submissives. As much as you are learning the techniques to dominate them, they are also learning to give into their inner nature." The men eagerly rushed out of their chairs, ready to claim what was theirs.
Ruby sat staring at the ground. If she looked up, she thought she would cry so better not to look at all. Being the largest girl in the lineup was humiliating enough, she didn't want to cry in front of all the girls. Ruby watched as rough, large hands entered her vision and attached a leash to the contraption around her neck. The click of the lead attached to her training collar made her shudder.
Ruby had been staring at the ground hoping to wake up from this nightmare so she hadn't watched the other girls struggle against the leashes but she could hear their protests. She learnt quickly that the students had taken the advice from their teacher very seriously to use a rough touch at the start.
Her owners forcefull pull of the leash startled her forward. She could feel the air leave her body as the collar tightened around her neck as her owner began to drag her away. Desperately trying to keep up, she shuffled her knees over the hardwood floors.
Before long, Ruby couldn't keep up with her guardian. An abrupt and forceful yank of the leash left her unbalanced as her larger sized breasts jiggled around. She found herself face planting into the classroom floor. To make things worse, because of her binds, her ass is still high in the air for the whole class to see. She heard some of the other girls giggle and the men catcall. She understood how the men would catcall her. After all, her naked pussy and recently bleached asshole is on display for them all. She went red in the cheeks when she realised that the girls were laughing at her. How could they sit there naked and collared at the feet of random men and still make fun of her.
Embarrassment left her body when the teacher's high heels appeared in her vision. Looking up at the blonde mistress holding the castle prod, Ruby knew she was in trouble. From this view, the mistress looked all powerful. Despite her larger size, Ruby felt small at the feel of this woman. In a pathetic attempt to save herself from punishment, ruby tried to get back up onto her knees but the binds made it impossible.
Pacing around Ruby, the Teacher spoke to the class. "This submissive thinks she doesn't need to walk at the pace her man demands of her. She thinks that she can make decisions for herself." The woman looked down at Ruby and spat at her face. Ruby heard giggles from the girls again but this time she felt something strange.