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Summary: At Femdom University, Madame Octavia gives a class of college aged dominatrixes in the making a lecutre on one of famous femdom scientist Edwina Schrodinger's most famous theories: if you lock a catboy on a box and tease the shit out of him for weeks, you can't possibly know for sure if he is aroused! What a delightful dilemma.
Contains: FFFFF/m, size comparisons, 7-9ft tall amazon woman, thick bbw body, femdom, tickling, extreme bondage, edging.
DARK THEMES: Mental abuse, permanent slavery, societal level femdom, cruelty, indifference if not outright arousal at suffering.
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As the large jet-black box was wheeled out onto the stage by a pair of female assistants, smartly dressed, the collective hushed whispers and mutters of the lecture theatre grew in intensity. It was delicately deposited on the stage, a black monolith that towered 8 feet tall.
From the steadily rising sloping tiers of seats, more than two hundred 20-something girls of Femdom University, chatted and whispered excitedly. They had been informed they would be treated to a guest lecturer - Madame Octavia, one of the leading Femdom Scientists and Philosophers in the country.
The hubbub grew to a fever pitch as, without a word, a raven-haired woman who many recognized as Octavia herself, stepped onto the stage and began to write upon the blackboard.
'EDWINA SCHRODINGER'S CATBOY'
When the chalk hit the shelf with a quiet tap and she turned back, the room stilled in almost an instant. The girls were silent, in rapt attention.
She stood prim and professionally, with an aura that radiated authority. A tightly cut white sweater travelled down to her hips, where it terminated at just the line where it might have been considered scandalous, yet as such it merely looked elegant. Professional, yet alluring. Precisely the aesthetic Femdom society prided itself upon, and to which every domme in the making in the audience should aspire to. Her figure almost defied the air it swam through, tall yet broad, thickly built and with a form that spoke to years of superlative effort. Toned yet supple.
The fact she stood next to such a massive box, yet did not seem small by comparison, emphasized her presence all the more. She knew she had the utmost respect and attention just from her reputation alone, and secretly revelled in it.
"Good afternoon, ladies. I am Madame Octavia."
You could have heard a pin drop after her pronouncement... and indeed, once the room had quietened down, something just about as quiet as that could be heard. A sort of distant whine, as if someone had let go of a balloon two floors up.
"Today, I will be talking to you about one of the finest feminine minds in Femdom science - Edwina Schrodinger."
Madame Octavia withdrew a pointer from her pocket, extended it, and gestured to the black box which sat upright beside her, towering over the stage and even her.
"To many, her most popular theory -- at least on a colloquial level -- is understood thus: there is a catboy in a box, and yet one cannot say with certainty if he is aroused unless one were to check."
Of course, at this, the collective girls tittered.
"Indeed, as long as the catboy is in the box, he is both in a position of extreme sexual arousal and distress," she mused, walking past the box and gesturing to it with her pointer, "yet paradoxically, is in one of total sexual satisfaction, simultaneously."
Again, more giggles.
"So, is there any way to resolve this conundrum?"
For a moment, Madame Octavia merely smiled, waiting for any volunteers.
One girl, a redhead near the front, raised her hand.
"Well, as you say, we can check, right?"
"Yes, we can," Madame Octavia "however in doing so, the quantum state would collapse the moment the box was opened. The catboy's state would be not only discovered, but in fact, made certain BY THE ACT OF opening the box."
She slapped her pointer against the box just loudly enough for it to echo throughout the room. In the silence that followed, everyone could hear a higher pitched whine now emanating from the box's general direction. The nervous laughter that followed drowned it out swiftly, however, and everyone was thoroughly amused at her comic use of this visual aid.
"Indeed," she continued, "the catboy is effectively both things, extremely desperate and extremely satisfied at the same time. There is in fact no way to prove either is the case, precisely because both are simultaneously the case."
Another hand went up, a blonde in the front row.
"How is that possible?"
"Excellent question! With a simple answer: it is not."
The class laughed, and Madame Octavia smiled endearingly.
"Of course, something cannot be two things at once. Thus we are forced to ask, is it one, the other, both or neither? What do you think?"
She turned her pointer to a girl in the front row whos attention appeared fixated upon the box, who, a little startled, attempted to answer.
"Well... I suppose we might have an idea based on how long they've been in the box?"
The room was silent, and apart from that whine, everyone was awaiting Madame Octavia's response.
