Damian had brought Beatrice, Angelica, and Lianne to the mall. And he brought them collared on leashes. Once people realized that Beatrice was a Pokegirl, they tended to accept his use of bondage equipment in public. Pokegirls were often powerful and dangerous, and everyone knew trainers needed some pretty extreme methods to keep them under control. Beatrice had vicious spines on her arms and on her butt, and most people would be inclined to avoid getting into arms' reach of her even if they didn't realize that it meant that Beatrice was literally a magical monster. Damian wasn't sure how many people thought that Angelica and Lianne were also Pokegirls, but it was probably
most
of the people at the mall. Damian's slaves were have a grand time flaunting their subjugation in public.
They had come for clothing for Beatrice and Damian. There was a store at Pocket Monster University, but it mostly sold women's clothes as far as Damian had been able to determine. Quite understandable, considering that nineteen out of twenty members of the student body were female, and the Pokegirls were of course over ninety-nine percent female. If Damian wanted some slacks and dress shoes, the selection was going to be much worse once he got to school. For Beatrice, they were looking for vests and corsets. Not to push in her waist, but to pad it out so it looked like the Bee Girl had more human-shaped proportions.
While they were at it, they also intended to get Beatrice her own clothes and her own collar. Such items were very available at the PMU store, but Damian didn't want his Pokegirl slave running around naked or awkwardly wearing his clothes until September. That, and Damian wanted Lianne to have her "special occasions" spiked collar back as soon as possible. He definitely desired to have a few
special occasions
before they had to go their separate ways in the fall. In the meantime, there was practice that needed to happen. So their group went from store to store, looking for clothes to buy, but also looking for someone to test the new magic on.
When they walked into the women's clothing boutique, the dark haired shop assistant was momentarily offended at their audacity. When she noticed Beatrice's antennae, bug eyes, and stingers, whatever objections she might have voiced were choked back with fear and remained unvoiced. Angelica filled the conversational void. "Master Damian has just gotten a new Pokegirl slave, and she needs clothing that will allow her wings to move freely. Please show my master what you have on offer." Angelica clearly reveled in making the shop assistant uncomfortable. She was deliberately getting close to the point where Damian would have to punish her, and he had the feeling that she was fishing for a punishment in the changing rooms. Quite possibly one which the shop assistant watched.
The reactions of the two women when they had been offered collaring were as different as night and day, yes and no. When Damian had shown the collar to Lianne, she had cried out "Oh noooo!" and cried tears of despair; while when
Angelica
had been shown
her
enslavement collar, she had cried "Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Both women had had powerful, unforgettable orgasms when Damian had latched their collars on for the first times, but their reactions to realizing that they were
going
to be collared had been very different. Their relationships to punishment were also very different. Lianne loved the fact that Damian could punish her, and became intensely aroused when the prospect of punishment by Damian came up, but she did not want to be
actually
punished. At least, not very hard or for very long. Angelica genuinely liked to be punished. Her masochism was such that she craved real pain and embarrassment to be dished out be her master.
Damian brought his Pokegirl up in front of the shop assistant and removed the collar and then the Damian-sized sweatshirt that was the entirety of her remaining clothing. "We need underwear for her. Her breasts are large, but she's ridiculously strong and there isn't any sag. So it's OK for lingerie to have minimal support, it's mainly just to keep her nipples from ruining her clothes." Realizing that his objectivization of the beautiful Bee Girl was having an effect on the shop employee, he calmly walked around to the shop's attendant and put his hands on her shoulders and insistently encouraged her to her knees. Heart Reader was going off in his mind, giving him many paths of domination that the young woman longed to have inflicted upon her.
He then called Beatrice over and placed her with her hairless pussy right in the face of the dazed shop assistant. "She needs sexy panties,
you
should get in there and think about what panties might work." He pressed on the back of her head and brought her nose close enough that the honeyed scent of Beatrice's sex filled the woman's nostrils and mind.
The overwhelmed woman, whose name tag said that her name was Micah, moaned as the Bee Girl's honey began being painted on face. Damian reached into her blouse and pinched her nipples possessively through her bra, eliciting another moan. Beatrice held onto the sides of Micah's head with her palms, the brutal stingers almost touching behind her. It was hard to tell where the Bee Girl was looking, but it was clear that she was speaking to the stupefied shop assistant when she said "Master wants me to cum in your mouth. Do you want my cum in your mouth? Do you want to drink my sweet honey?"
Micah's head was pulled back enough for to slur out "So... sweet..." before having her face shoved back into the liquid of Beatrice's dominating cunt. While she submissively lapped up the honey of the Pokegirl, Damian opened her blouse completely and unhooked her bra. With her dark brown areolae exposed to the world, Damian extended his lash and whipped the darkness once against each breast. Each stroke hardened the nipple and elicited an "nnnngh!" of both agony and arousal. The delicious honey of the Bee Girl poured forth with a small orgasm of the Pokegirl, and Micah's eyes rolled back as her mind attempted to accommodate the intense levels of horniness it was being subjected to.
Lianne and Angelica each grasped Micah under an arm, and hauled her limply to her feet like a marionette on strings. Each woman began licking Micah on the ears and on the neck while Damian kneeled down and unbuckled her belt. Her pants came down over her thick thighs, revealing the blue laced panties that doubtless came from the store she worked at. Under Damian's ministrations, the panties stretched and then followed, revealing a dark landing strip of pubic hair pointing to her moistened vagina. He breathed on her clit, forcing another strangled moan out of the sales lady. He grabbed her ass forcefully in his hands, and began feasting on her pussy, revving her up even higher.
That's when Angelica really started to berate the sex addled woman. "You know what's going to happen when you cum, right? You're going to become a slave! All you have to do to keep your freedom is
not cum!
But you can't do it, can you? Your pussy is already in control, and Master is in control of your pussy! You're going to cum! You're going to cum your rights away, and leave here in chains!" The goth woman was openly masturbating with one hand, using the other hand to prop up the woman whose doom she was elaborately describing.
