Pmu Damians Story Ch 11

Video conferencing wasn't the ideal way to communicate with slaves. The best way to communicate with slaves was probably the whip. It conveyed information non-verbally, and established a real connection between the trainer and the slave. It wasn't the most accurate or complete means of communication, obviously words had been invented for a reason, but it was the

best

. A slave who could submit to their owner's desires without those desires being spoken aloud had achieved a level of submission that was worthy of praise. Or punishment, if the owner so desired.

Regardless, Lianne and Angelica were going to State, and Damian was going to Pocket Monster University, and that meant that he could not reach them with the longest lash or the strongest shout. They were many hours away by car, and he could see them on his computer screen or he couldn't see them at all. That is why he'd arranged a time to video-call with his slaves, and why he'd encouraged Adelaide and Willow to go off and have a romantic date that would give him and Beatrice some private time with his human slaves.

So it was more than a little surprising that when he opened the connection, and he saw his mom. Technically, Karen was his

step

mother, but he was still immediately thankful that he had decided against connecting to the video chat with his dick standing out. It had been a narrow thing, as he had considered that Angelica and Lianne would quite like a flash of Damian Dick across their screen. He had chosen a pants-on startup because he was worried that one of his slaves might have a roommate or family member in the room. And yet, when the picture flickered to life, there were four people sitting on a dorm room bed. His mom and sister were for some reason sitting on either side of Angelica and Lianne.

"Daphne," his voice betraying his confusion, "don't you have to be in

school

today?"

She stuck her tongue out at him. "It's Wednesday, it's only a half day. You know that, it's not that long ago that we were in the same school." She smirked, like she'd won a battle. "I'm going to be going to State next year, so I'm touring the place while your weirdo perverts get moved in."

Acknowledging that his sister was correct about the short Wednesday class schedule, Damian regrouped and asked the question he actually wanted to ask. "Mom, why are you guys with Lianne and Angelica rather than at home? It's their move-in day, not yours."

Karen smiled. "Well sweety, Angelica's mother couldn't make it," he wasn't sure what Angelica had told

his

mother, but he strongly suspected that the reason

her

mother hadn't helped Angelica move in to the dorms had very little to do with whether she

could

or

could not

have made the trip, "so we decided to help out in her place. These girls are my son's slaves, that makes them family!" Daphne's pained expression called into question the definition of

we

that Karen was employing.

That question resolved, Damian attempted to have a conversation with his slaves that he could comfortably have with his mother and sister watching. He wasn't entirely successful. "So... um... how are you finding State?"

Angelica brushed imaginary lint off her chest, drawing attention to her nipple through the dark fabric. "Classes haven't started yet. The architecture is good. Lianne and I got a room together so we can slave out for you without bothering anyone. I got all the classes I wanted. Guys saw our collars and kept trying to rent us from your sister, but she didn't even try to cash in. It's all going pretty well so far." Her answer raised so many questions.

His most pressing question was about whether they needed to

slave out

desperately enough that they needed have a new owner, or at least submit to other dominant people. He would regretfully allow them to do so, he'd already given them permission. If they needed something he couldn't give, he had decided that he needed to be OK with letting them go. It wasn't like

he

was abstaining from the domination of other submissives. Damian was trying to formulate a way to speak about it in front of his mother when Lianne preempted him by reading his mind in the way only a very dedicated submissive can. "I know we agreed not to get our bodies marked as your property until next summer, but Angelica and I have an interim workaround for the distance problem with you owning us. We'll talk to you about it after Daphne and Mrs. Duarte step out." The words were fraught, but she spoke them as if she expected him to like the answer she had prepared.

His sister definitely did not like the direction that the conversation had gone, and attempted to steer it in another direction. Literally

any

other direction. "So bro, how's school going?"

He rattled off some noteworthy events. "I made a military grade love potion in alchemy class, I helped another student on a successful slave raid, one of the witches challenged me to a trainer battle at the Psychic Gym, and I'm going to try to capture a new slave on Saturday." When he said it out loud like that, it was a wonder he'd been able to keep up on the reading.

All four women were intrigued, and it was Angelica who spoke first. "New slave sister? Is it going to be Adelaide?"

That brought a chuckle from Damian. He found Angelica's constant suggestions that he enslave every woman they met to be equal parts endearing and alarming. "No. If all goes well, I'm going to be enslaving the Long Legs Spider Girl, Hinako. Hopefully she'll be human-looking enough by the time you meet her that it won't be too weird. Adelaide is on much better terms with Willow, I don't think she's going to want anyone collaring her."

The buzz of excitement from Beatrice burst into the conversation. "Adelaide is getting an engagement collar for Willow! Her Pokegirl slave is going to be her collar-wife! And they're going to put slave collars on all Willow's best friends, and they are going to make those slaves be bridesmaids while collared and shackled. Mmmmmmm. It's gonna be soooo romantic!" Daphne didn't look like she agreed, but Angelica, Lianne, and Karen all obviously did.

Lianne was the more vocally supportive of his slaves. "I was worried that they weren't fitting well together as mistress and slave, but it's great that Willow has found her slave-mind. Taking an engagement collar and helping to enslave her friends means that she's really come to understand who owns her pussy. She has become a good girl, and she wants her friends to become good girls for her mistress as well. And there's nothing more beautiful than a woman becoming a good girl for their owner." She fingered her own collar and smiled.

"It's true that a slave who is properly owned will naturally want to share their subjugation with other bitches," mused Angelica, "and it's true that it is a demonstration of confidence in her owner for a slave to want their owner to enslave her own friends and family." The words spoke agreement, but her tone of voice indicated that she still had reservations. Angelica considered

herself

to be properly owned, and was downright evangelical about submission to Damian. She was never quick to advocate for

someone else

to own a submissive.

He might have expected his mother to council against early marriage or something, but she did not. He supposed it even made sense, since a Pokegirl slave was going to be a part of her owner's life whether she was wearing a marriage collar or not. "Getting collared at her wedding can be one of the greatest moments of a woman's life, so I'm glad they're really thinking about who they want to share that beautiful moment with and how." Turning back to her son, she turned back to less overtly-submissive topics. "I assume making a military love potion means alchemy is going well," Damian nodded, but she didn't wait for him to say anything to confirm it, "are you having any trouble in any of your classes?"

"So far, it looks like the hardest class might actually be English," he admitted, "we're reading

The May Saga

, and it's slow going for me." It turned out that both Karen and Angelica had already read The May Saga, which shouldn't have surprised him. It

was

classic literature that was made into a movie or something every few years. In hindsight,

of course

well-read people like Angelica and his mom had read the original. They agreed to help him. "So like... the first thing we're going to talk about tomorrow is the motivations of the team of cultists that awoke the Sea Basin Goddess and tried to drown the world. And like... there's nothing in the whole book about that. We're supposed to read what isn't there or something."

Karen nodded. "Sometimes it is about what's not said more than what is said. The book is a product of its own time and culture, and it doesn't question the rightness of the society it's from. The cultists rejected that society, but we don't know why. It's common for people looking back to ascribe modern motives to them. To think that they objected to the society of the time in the same ways that we would object to it. But the truth is that it could just as easily have been the other way around, that they saw the changes in the society of the past that

we

consider the foundations of our present and wanted

that

washed away." She shrugged. "We don't know if their motives would be sympathetic to our ears were they able to speak them to us with their own lips. The history was written by a poet who did not want to understand the reasons for their crimes."

It was evident that Angelica agreed. "They didn't write down things that would need to be explained to

us

, they wrote down things that they needed to explain to each other. So anything that they all knew doesn't even get a passing mention. After Maddy and May sexually subjugate the Sea Basin Goddess to end the World Storm, May gets an anniversary collar for her Mud Fish Pokegirl. No part of that seems weird to modern eyes, and that scene shows up in several large and small screen adaptations." She got a conspiratorial look. "But here's the thing: it's specifically a collar with

diamonds

and

tin

. That makes it a ten year anniversary collar, which in turn means that May was a child soldier. She had already been fighting for

ten years

during the events described in the saga. The poem doesn't mention that fact at all, because a few generations ago it was completely normal to send children to war." Damian's takeaway from this was that the morals of the past were hard to understand, and that he'd better get anniversary collars for Lianne and Angelica. Sometimes it's about what isn't said, and all that.

Though Daphne hadn't started a new school, she nonetheless had big news from the school was continuing to attend: "I've been made captain of the volleyball team!" It was on one level, not surprising at all. Daphne was almost as tall as Damian, and was stronger and faster than anyone else on the team. Also, she was pretty and well liked. Making her captain made sense. But it was also something she'd worked for over years. Her successfully becoming captain was a reason to celebrate, and Damian was genuinely happy for her. She also rattled off who had been brought onto the main team to replace the graduating players, and Damian barely recognized the names. The only friends of hers that he could reliably identify were Belinda and Michelle, and they had already been on the starting lineup as juniors.

But there came a time when Lianne and Angelica had had enough, and gently encouraged his family members out of the room. Once the door was closed, his slaves stripped down to their collars and their naked skin, then kneeled next to each other on the bed. While they had been moving around, Damian had been able to see the stuffed animals that had been previously been hidden by bodies, thus revealing the bed that they were using as their stage as Lianne's.

Adopting a serious expression, Damian asked the most serious question. "So you said you two had decided how you wanted to handle being my property despite how we won't literally be together until Thanksgiving. How

do

you want to handle it?"

Both women spread their thighs, revealing their cunts, wet and bare. "We haven't cum," offered Angelica, "we are waiting for Master Damian's permission." Her face contorted into a vacant smile, pushing herself into a tortured submission of her own. From herself, to herself, but all for him.

Lianne brought her hand close to, but not quite touching her clit. "By giving you ownership of our orgasms, we can be constantly bullied by you while we are apart. You can own our pussies even when we cannot give them over to your touch. We edge, but we do not achieve release. Not until our Master asserts his ownership and allows us lowly slaves to cum." Her lips puckered into an air-kiss, its target to be found on the other side of the computer screen.

Angelica ran her fingernail across her nipple. "Every orgasm you allow us to have cements your control over us. It reinforces that we are controlled by our pussies, and that our pussies belong to you alone." She looked like she was about to go over the edge, but she closed her eyes and breathed her way back down.

Suspecting that they couldn't have any real discussion about the ramifications of the offer until the slaves had cum, he acquiesced. "OK. All three off you, rub your submissive clits until you have a mind-shattering orgasm. I am not

allowing

you to cum, I am

ordering

you to cum. Slaves, touch yourselves and surrender to your cunt-needs,

now!

" Beside him, Beatrice was thrilled to be included, and industrially brought herself to orgasm in very little time. But while she was driven by a constant horniness and a sense of fealty to Damian that bordered on fanaticism, she was also a week behind Angelica and Lianne. Their orgasms were like loaded pistols, firing off practically instantly once they were allowed to pull on their triggers. They fell backwards onto the bed, their chests rising and falling with heavy breaths.

In deference to her stinger and wings, Beatrice fell onto her side instead, and she was no faster to recover than her slave sisters. Damian felt powerful, of course. He'd just ordered three slaves to cum themselves into gasping incoherence. But it was also kind of awkward, as he was on a video call and everyone else was just panting in a post orgasmic glow. Not having anything else to do, he just... sort of... waited... until the women had composed themselves.

"Thank you Master," Lianne was the first to achieve coherent speech, "that was everything I hoped for. By abstaining from orgasms until I secure permission from you, I remain domesticated and bound even when you are far away. And the orgasms I have when you allow them are much stronger for the tortuous wait." She smiled blissfully.

Angelica agreed. "Yes, thank you Master. It is precisely those overpowering orgasms that overpower us, that keep our souls leashed to our pussies. And keep our pussies leashed to your will."

Damian had concerns. "You need an escape clause. I'm not saying that I'm a world saving hero, but May was gone on her mission for thirty-nine days. And I don't want to leave you helpless in horniness for that long." Relief and disappointment battled for supremacy on his slave's faces. The thought of being left in helpless chastity, submissively waiting for their master's return was very romantic and attractive - so long as it

remained

only a thought. "So the first thing I'm going to need to do is create some recordings. That way if we're unable to communicate for whatever reason, you can still yield your slave-pussies to your master's control. But the other thing we need is some system you can get your pussies back if something happens and you won't see me again." Their eyes filled with fear, but it was a respectful fear.

When Adelaide and Willow came back, Willow was all winces and smiles. She put her former modeling work to good use, strutting into the dorm room in a way that drew all attention to her neck. Upon it was fastened a new collar. It wasn't an expensive engagement collar, this was a student's collar. The central heart-ring was stainless steel, the stones were zirconium. It wasn't the kind of engagement collar that girls dreamt about. There was no opulence, no gold or diamonds, and it was almost certainly the least expensive collar that had adorned her neck since she had stopped playing with dress up collars as a child. But the Dryad couldn't be happier with it, because it showed to everyone that her subjugation was bound permanently and with love.

Adelaide came in behind her, carrying what must surely have been their other purchase for the evening: a flat stick with holes in it. It was a spanking paddle, and from the way Willow was pointedly avoiding the chairs, it had seen use. Adelaide seemed embarrassed to be holding the object of torment, but Willow was subtly yet insistently drawing attention to her backside tenderness. It was almost comical how she would consider sitting, wince, and then remain standing. She

wanted

her roommates to know that she had received a paddling.

Beatrice, of course, was thrilled. Her wings beat faster than the eye could follow, and she buzzed in happy excitement as she bobbed in the air. "You're really going to be a slave-wife! You're gonna be such a beautiful bride. All leashed on your knees while your owner-wife puts the marriage collar on your neck to symbolize your eternal love and servitude. Mmmmmmm." Just the thought of it made Beatrice hum in erotic reverie. Damian knew almost nothing about her life before she became a pocket monster and lost her memories. He thought there must have been a time that she had been a human girl, reading romantic stories and dreaming of the day when a handsome prince would force her to the ground and lovingly lock a collar onto her neck. He didn't think she would ever get a chance to wear a marriage collar of her own, and he wondered if some part of his slave was sad about that fact. Certainly, the whirlwind romance of Adelaide and Willow was granting her a vicarious thrill.

To Willow, Damian spoke warmly. "I see you've found a way to embrace your enslavement to Adelaide." He placed his hand possessively on Beatrice's shoulder, and she melted in submission.

Just a week ago, she would have gone autumnal with shame upon hearing those words, but now they excited her. "When I first started to become a Pokegirl, I knew that I would need an owner. And I thought that I wanted a handsome man who would treat me as a beautiful possession. And so it was that when I found that my owner was going to be Addie, that she wanted to hold me in bed and snuggle against me, I was furious and ashamed. And... I was wrong." She smiled with adoration at her mistress. "It turns out that what I needed was a mistress who loved me, whose love I had scorned. Because now when my mistress fucks me, it is a sign of her love. And when she punishes me, it is punishment that I deserve." She gestured to her back, and Adelaide came up behind her and unzipped her dress.

As the dress fell crumpled to the floor, Willow's birch-white skin was revealed down to her red lace bra and panties. And then she gave a runway turn that revealed that her bottom had already been turned rose and maple with blows from the paddle.

While Willow had burned her shame to ashes, Adelaide still felt embarrassment on her behalf. She looked bashful as she gave instructions to her slave. To her

betrothed

slave. "Willow. Get on your knees and place your ch... place your

tits

on the bed. Raise your ass, we're going to display your punishments." The Pokegirl complied with her mistress' command, and soon her rear, and her desire, were fully in view of Damian and Beatrice. His heart reader ability was telling him of her need to be dominated, but it was like getting weather alerts on his phone while he was outside in a storm. "Count them... count them

slave

."