"In an isolated system, particles coexist in a stable phase relationship. If the system is interfered with, that stability becomes chaos. Unpredictable. Dangerous. Beautiful.
Isolated completely, a quantum system would revert back to its separate states of matter, each entangled with the distinct state of its environment."
June narrowed her vision into an imaginary ray projecting at Dr Bill Foster's forehead. In her mind, she was cutting him to pieces with her imaginary superpower laser ray.
"In other words," Dr Bill continued, "The object in question would be both in and out of face with multiple parallel realities."
June is running her Masters Degree in Atomic and Molecular Physics. She has always been a brilliant student who did well in all courses, but for some unknown reasons, her performances in Dr Bill's class remained awful. Apart from the low grades she was having in his assessment test, they both had a fall out the immediate past week in the research lab, bothering on the fact that she wasn't getting something right with the Pulsed NMR settings, and he wasn't willing to help because he believed he had gone over that enough times already.
She once again stared at her test score on the answer sheet and beamed anger back at Dr Bill as he continued the lecture, innocent of the fact that one of his students was projecting her dissatisfaction at him.
She really didn't get anything from that class. She just managed to wait till the end of it and she left as soon as it was over to go cool off somewhere.
On her way home, June clenched her fist and barely smiled at anyone. If something is not done fast, Dr Bill's course alone would prevent her from graduating with her desired grade. That was something she couldn't allow. And worse still, she couldn't even come up with the right solution because her mind was too troubled.
In such difficult times, she runs to the one thing that never fails her; Sadism!
Different people have different methods by which they relieve stress. For some it's going on a shopping spree, for some, it's dashing past police patrol vehicles at the speed of light and beating them in the subsequent chase game. For June, it's Flogging someone's son like a common thief, or pissing on someone's father and treating him like a piece of rag.
She needed a submissive human male to unleash the bad energy on, so that she could feel peace in her soul again and with a clear head find a way around her challenges.
As soon as she got home, she got on her computer and checked for the list of local munches coming up in her area, in the hope that she would find a specimen.
She found something better than a Munch. She found a Play Party! And this party was coming up at the weekend, just a few days away! She was happy.
She quickly checked registration details to see if he could still make it, luckily for her, because of her role as a Female Dominant, she could still be admitted. The event was closed for male submissives and slaves, as that ticket category was sold out already.
She started feeling better already while yet right there at her computer. She only then hoped she would find an appropriate submissive at the event, and one that she could keep so that when next she needs anger dispensing session, she would not need to search again for a submissive like she always does.
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The play party held in a dungeon at the end of a busy street in the uptown area of the city.
June arrived wearing a fur coat over her very sexy underwears. It was a femdom event, therefore, every male that showed up was received and treated as a slave. No switches were aloud, except you came with your submissive side.
First to be noticed, and worthy of adoration is the fact that slaves weren't allowed to enter into the event with any piece of clothing on their body. There was a storeroom adjacent to the playroom where slaves were to undress completely and keep their belongings; clothes, phones, wristwatches and whatever was not their body. The females in attendance found this very inspiring!
At the entrance, there were two half-clad Mistresses holding leather whips beside a spanking bench. June had to walk over 4 naked slaves lying side by side each other to get into the event room. They are the human doormat at the entrance. The room was large and filled with beautiful women and naked men in all kinds of compromising positions. Soft classical music played in the background, and there were random femdom demonstrations going on already.
As a rule for the attendees, no slave can object to be used by any female, else he would be thrown out and banned from future events.
June settled in and observed for a while before she would pick a slave. She noticed that all the slaves in attendance had welts and whip marks on their butts already.
The explanation became clear when she looked at the entrance and saw a slave who was just coming in for the event. A Mexican who looked well built but quite short. He was naked already, and his cock was quite sizeable.
One of the two dedicated Mistresses at the entrance asked the Mexican slave to lie on the spanking bench. The other mistress fastened the cuffs on his hands and feet.
W-h-a-c-k!!! W-h-a-c-k!!! W-h-a-c-k!!!
W-h-a-c-k!!! W-h-a-c-k!!! W-h-a-c-k!!!
The whips went up and came down on his bare ass. The two Mistresses whipped him at the same time, a stroke from the first, then a stroke from the second, then again a stroke from the first, and then a stroke from the second, continuously like that till they had delivered 10 strokes each, making a total of 20 strokes. It was fast and hard. He squirmed, but there was no point, he was fastened to the bench already and couldn't escape.
They untied him from the bench and then officially welcomed him to the event. He entered into the venue with a hot and blighted bottom. That explains how all the slaves in the event got the welts and whip marks. June's sadistic juices started flowing through her blood vessels.
She scanned through the big room. Among the slaves to her left was a slave who appeared to be in his early 40s. That was ok for her. She particularly wanted to play with someone older than her, because that would be somehow related to the source of the depression that got to her about her studies.
"Hey you, Bingo, come here!" she pointed at the slave. He realised it was he who was being summoned, and so he walked towards her and went on his knees,
"Yes, Mistress!"
"Fuck you! I called you and you walked here on your feet? Did you hear what I called you?"
"Bingo, Mistress?"
"You know what that means? old fool. That's a dog name! now go back, and when I call you, run here like a dog!"
The slave went back to his initial spot and awaited June's call.
"Bingo, come here!"
The slave went on all fours and scurried to June's feet. Then he said: "Yes, Mistress!"
"What is your name?"
"Paul?"
June gave him four knocks on the head and told him to crawl back to his original spot. She had started to feel very better and happy. The anger and sorrow boxed up in her started flowing out. She felt more comfortable and took her fur coat off and hanged it on a hanger nearby.
Her sexy body rocks. All the curves in the right places were revealed. She was now on nothing more than a black thong and a black bra. Then she wore the artistic bat wings and mask that was given to her at the entrance. Her chocolate plump body was a mixture of beauty and splendor.
"Bingo!"
The slave scurried on all fours to her feet the second time, looked up at her from his lowly position and answered: "Yes, Mistress!"
"What is your name?"
"Bingo!"
"Fool! Now you get it."
She rubbed her fingers over his lips and the corners of his mouth. She inspected his teeth and then stepped back from him.
"Bark like a dog!"
Woo.. Wof...
The slave tried but his barking was not impressive at all.
"Bingo, I can't wear this dog collar on you if you can't put up a good show. You have to deserve it. Try again, think like a dog and act like one, you fool. Now bark like a dog!"
Woofff wfffff wwww
June kicked him on his side and he fell off the position.
