Pmu Damians Story Ch 20

I went back and checked notes, and Matilda's Scissors Clown is named

Clara

, not

Carla

. Sorry about that. She looks similar to a famous early silent movie clown except that her mouth is extended horizontally in both directions by cuts to her cheeks and her mouth is filled with a seemingly limitless supply of scissors. In any case, on to the show.

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Damian was certain that he was late to class, because Professor Lorre had Ivy in a head lock and an arm lock when he came in. Checking the time, it was still two minutes before class was set to start, so he didn't know

what

was going on. "There's been a bit of change to the Tough Core syllabus. We were going to talk about talking over bitches, but that lecture is being swapped with Friday's so we can talk about the strengths and weaknesses of giant tits." The white haired student struggled in the teacher's grasp, reminding the entire class that she had giant tits herself. Her arm was yanked painfully up her back, and her struggles paused with some cursing.

"Now as you know," the professor continued, as if she wasn't putting a student in a submission hold, "there is a natural tendency for leadership roles to go to large breasted women. In most organizations, whether it's an office, a police force, a factory, or a hospital, there is a strong correlation between breast size and authority. This applies both to formal hierarchies, where big titty women are more likely to be promoted than flatties; but also to informal hierarchies where proposals and requests from women are substantially more likely to be acquiesced to by individuals and groups when those women have more generous boobs." She shrugged. "This is one of the main drivers of demand for tit alchemy, the average expected increased income over a forty year career from having bimbo-classed tits is genuinely more than eight times the cost of a commercial grade breast potion."

"Stay away," the white haired warrior shouted as she struggled in the teacher's grip, "filth!"

"Slide." She said it to Britney, who was controlling the PowerPoint while the teacher's hands were occupied in restraining Ivy. The next slide had a video whose contents were mostly spoiled by the fact that it was

named

"BimboTitsQuickCollar01" and true to expectations the video showed a woman with respectable office attire and very large breasts dominating and collaring another woman who was wearing an even fancier skirt suit but who had less impressive cleavage. The whole video was eight minutes long, and it only took seven minutes for the big breasted woman to smash the other woman's face into her chest valley, crush her pride, have her kiss the nipples, push her to her knees, make her lick bimbo pussy, and latch a training collar around her neck. A

very

quick collaring, and one which in Damian's opinion would need quite a bit of reinforcing domination if the big titted domina wished to retain ownership of her new thrall.

The actual technique of domination and collaring was elegant. Two women in office attire were talking, the medium breasted boss lady was seemingly angry with the large breasted lady. It looked like the brunette with medium tits was the boss. The boss lady looked away from the bimbo she was chewing out for just a moment, but it was enough for the blond to rip open her own blouse, revealing her soccer ball sized boobies. The surprise on the face of the other woman when she turned back was visible for only a moment before the bimbo pushed forward chest-first and enveloped the brunette's head. Resistance lasted only moments as she was buffeted from both sides by voluminous boobies, an onslaught that continued for minutes after the boss lady had gone slack. The triumphant big titted woman tenderly stroked the other woman's head, and then pulled her out of the cleavage just enough for her to kiss and suck upon the nipples. Once the newly submissive woman had abased herself, she was pushed down to her knees and her head pulled between her new mistress' thighs. When the training collar was latched onto her neck, it was basically a formality.

Ivy was manhandled to display her gigantic G-cups even more prominently, and the teacher lectured. "Big tits are more powerful than women's pussies, and can easily dominate a bitch. Even bitches who don't

know

that they are collar-wearers can quickly be subjugated by a big set of bimbo boobs." She shook the student in her grasp, and the appetizing melons shook divertingly. "This busty bimbo bested her bitch boss into a collared pussy licker and started taking her to a taming salon. After a few sessions, her boss accepted an engagement collar."

Taming salons were simply places where a taming rod could be rented and used. Sometimes a sub or domina came with the deal to be the recipient of one end or the other of the rod, but other times it was used by a couple who wished to use the rod together. Many romantic stories took place at taming salons, where a wife or girlfriend would use the rented rod to sexually dominate their partner. Sometimes submissive pairs would take turns being on the receiving end, or rented double-ended taming rods that they could submit with together. Damian's aunts went on semi-regular getaways to taming salons so they could surrender to each other again and again. While urban legends persisted about unscrupulous taming salons that kidnapped women and turned them into slaves, the reality was that most taming salons had very low power taming rods. Damian thought the legends were mostly racism-adjacent, since they always seemed to be about big boobed blond bimbos being unlawfully collared by the predominantly Southeast Asian and Philippina women who worked as dominatrix technicians at typical taming salons.

"Slide." The second video was similar in concept, as alluded to by the fact that it was named "BimboTitsQuickCollar02". It was eleven minutes long and featured a tall redheaded bimbo with H-cup breasts. She was a customer at a coffee shop, and the woman behind the counter was miscellaneously Hispanic. The bimbo was angrily berating the barista, and then the barista walked around the counter and grabbed the taller women by her massive breasts. The next seven minutes of the video were spent with a surprised and eventually subjugated bimbo having her melons exposed, mauled, slapped, pinched, and grasped by a victorious beverage artist. The barista pushed the bimbo to her knees and dropped her own pants while raising her apron enough for the dominated woman to kiss her pussy in defeat. When the redhead's neck felt the latch of the training collar close, her whole body convulsed in a submissive orgasm.

"Such is the power of big tits," Professor Lorre mused, "that they are generally stronger than the pussy of the woman they are attached to. Massive melons are a bimbo's greatest strength, but they are also their greatest weakness. A bimbo whose tits have become dominated cannot help but to become a bitch." Ivy struggled futilely in the teacher's grasp, the nature of her predicament had become clear. "This barista baroness took her subjugated bimbo to a taming salon regularly for five weeks, at the end of which her big breasted captive accepted a slave collar. Thereafter, she worked as a recruiter slave, helping her mistress to enslave her own two best friends. Both accepted slave collars at the behest of their big bosomed bimbo bestie."

At the teacher's nod, Britney dropped her skirt to the floor and began sliding the domina end of a taming rod into her juicy cunt. "Ivy has been a very bad girl," the teacher continued, "and this has volunteered her to be an example. Watch how long she can manage to refuse domination after her ambrosial bimbo boobs have been bagged by Britney. Try to notice and recognize the

moment

that Ivy becomes Britney's bitch." She nodded to her teacher's pet, a silent signal to begin in earnest.

The Metallic Dragon trainer wasted no time in stripping the already revealing attire of the gargantuan boobed student, leaving her bare of breast and blustered of breath. With the teacher still holding Ivy in a tit lock, Britney spent several minutes amusing herself by tormenting the boobs of her victim. The white haired trainer was still thrashing when the professor wrestled her to one knee, bringing her tits to a level where Britney's rod could be used to thwack the sides of the gazongas and then slide into the valley between them. Both Britney and Ivy began grunting as the Dragon woman humped her hips to begin tit-fucking Ivy's helpless G-cups. The end of the rod poked the white haired Warrior in the mouth again and again, and was only so long before Ivy opened her mouth to allow the taming rod entrance. Damian raised his hand and made eye contact with Professor Lorre, and she nodded at him in agreement. Britney had dominated the other student, and the rest of the game was a matter of running up the score.

Ivy's sloppy blowjob to Britney's taming rod was underway when the teacher simply ceased bothering to hold her. It was no longer necessary, as mouth and tits were too distracted on the task of applying saliva and sweat along the length of the magitech device. The rest of her purple clothing was stripped from her, and she didn't seem to notice. Britney leaned down and whispered something, and Ivy responded with a whine of need and fear. The big breasted student was pulled down by her nipples, and she assumed a tits-down, ass-up position. Ivy reached back and pulled her ass open, leaving her dripping cunt open to the world and proving that her white curtains matched the carpet. As Britney lined the taming rod up to the juicy hole, the teacher addressed the class. "This position, with the bimbo supported by both knees and both tits while presenting the pussy and asshole for penetration is called the 'bimbo tripod,' and it is a natural position of submission for big titty bitches. When a large breasted bimbo tripods, she is physically demonstrating her surrender. In this case, she will be rewarded by wearing a training collar for the rest of the week." The look on Professor Lorre's face was positively predatory.

"Aaaaah!" The recently proud warrior cried out as she was penetrated by Britney's taming rod, but her hands didn't release her own rear end. "Unh! Unh! Unh!" She pushed her powerful rear backwards again and again, spearing herself on Britney's tool. When the collar was buckled onto Ivy's neck, it was a surprise to no one. "How's that?!" a fuck-drunk Ivy asked, "Satisfied?" Britney thrust her taming rod home some more, indicating that perhaps she was not.

"what do you think she did to get the teacher so angry?" Courtney whispered in her most inside of voices.

Damian had no idea.

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While Courtney had wanted to celebrate Damian's new rabbit tamer ability with a lunchtime spanking session, Damian needed to go to the library. Specifically, he wanted to look up means of advancing Hinako and Barbara, he needed another study session with

The Rules of Ruin

. He went to the librarian's desk and inquired of the statuesque redhead "Do you know where

The Rules of Ruin

is?"

She looked at him with mild disdain. "No, but if you hum a few bars, I can fake it." She didn't budge, her arms remaining crossed below her impressive rack.

Damian stood there awkwardly for a moment, unsure as to how committed she was to the bit. Eventually he blinked first. "Please tell me how to get to the book that's named

The Rules of Ruin

." She smirked in triumph, and deigned to give him directions.

When he retrieved the book, he sat down at a desk to peruse it with his Pokegirls. He considered their inputs at least as important as his own, because ultimately they were going to have to live with whatever evolutions he inflicted upon them. He'd already spent hours with the book, and so he had a pretty good idea of how to get to the information he was after. He found it, and he found that there were a couple of options for evolving both Pokegirls.

For Hinako, there were ways for a Spider Girl to become a Witch or a Sensei. The means of becoming a Sensei as a Spider involved a lot of weaving and writing, which neither Hinako nor Damian thought was particularly likely. Becoming a Witch involved mastering a spell, with different spells creating differently aspected Spider Witches. Spiders appeared to be able to become Rain Witches, Thunder Witches, Madness Witches, Blight Witches, and Blood Witches. He didn't have a lot of time before Mathemagic class, but a cursory read seemed to indicate that Thunder Witch and Madness Witch wouldn't be very useful for alchemy projects, leaving Rain Witch, Blood Witch, and Blight Witch. He'd have to track down a spell for Hinako to learn, the choices being Aqua Ring, Purify, and Leech Life. None of the relevant spells were to be found in the book they were reading, and so it would require another expedition at a later date.

For Barbara, the Bat family all seemed to become Warriors or Senseis. Unlike Hinako, the Sensei upgrade seemed like a natural fit for Barbara. She was already a Bibliophile, after all. She expressed her preference before he had read them out to her, which he didn't understand because she still very definitely had no eyes and navigated entirely by echolocation. Becoming a Sensei was what she wanted as well. When she found out that it was an achievable goal, she hugged Damian in joy, and he playfully scratched her head where her red hair passed between her purple pointed ears. She rubbed her tits on her master and made high pitched chirping sounds.

There were multiple ways for a Pokegirl to evolve into being a Sensei. For a Bat Girl, the most reasonable option seemed to be a combination of back breaking combat and the consumption of a truly brain breaking amount of internet pornography. Barbara would need to commit to many hours of reading and watching the most extreme filth, something she assured Damian that she was completely ready to do. She'd also need to get repeatedly slammed during sparring matches, and with slightly less enthusiasm Barbara agreed to commit to that as well.

They had targets that seemed reachable, but Damian had class to go to.

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Before class had begun, Samantha came up to him. It was the first time they'd seen each other since Damian had made her go ass to mouth in the changing room after their Saturday battle. She was deeply conflicted and feeling a lot of contradictory emotions, naturally enough. But Damian's heart sense was going off. She wanted to be dominated by him, and that would make everything a lot simpler. "Show me your tits so that I can whip them." He said it with a commanding finality.

Samantha's eyes widened in fear. Her nose twitched in indecision. She hesitated, caught in the crossroads, gulping as she wavered on her decision. Damian looked at her calmly, neither hurrying nor berating her, but simply waiting until her pussy made the only decision it was ever going to make. Samantha opened her blouse, and her prodigious tits bounded out of captivity. She closed her eyes and sighed, her entire body relaxing as acceptance permeated. Samantha arched her back, pushing her tits toward being even more tempting targets.

The tendril of shadow unfurled from Damian's wrist and he gave her exposed breast a swat. It was super effective. Smack! It sent her knockers knocking side to side. Smack! He swatted the other breast while it was on its return journey. The perilous pendulosity of the pendulous pontoons precipitously progressed with pugnacious pushing. Smack! Like pumping legs on a swing, the well-timed application of force sent the Tapir Witch's boobies on more extreme oscillations until it seemed like they might take flight from her chest. Smack! Her mouth opened and she panted with a needy expression plastered across her face. "Please... please do it!" Her submission-addled mind did not appear to know what exactly it was that she was begging for. She wasn't even certain of what she was begging for in the most general terms. But it didn't matter.

Damian took control. He took control of the situation, and he took control of Samantha's tits. Grabbing a nipple in each hand, he dragged her to the back of the classroom. With her tits in Damian's possession, Samantha had no choice but to stumble along after him. He sat down in his own seat and pulled the Witch down so that she was on her knees and her tits were in his lap. Smiling as she realized what was being asked of her, Samantha unzipped his fly and fished out his monolith. She kissed the head of the mushroom and then wrapped her tits around his pole.

Sitting next to him, Adelaide keroed. "I didn't think I'd ever see her submit so thoroughly." His amphibious roommate licked her lips and then licked her own forehead.

He patted the Tapir Witch on her yellow-brown hair. "You'll see this bitch submit even more thoroughly. I mean, tomorrow she's coming over to our room after dinner. And she'll have prepared her ass before she comes." Pulling her mouth off his dick with a handful of her hair, Damian addressed the Witch directly. "You know why you're going to prepare your ass?"

Gazing up into Damian's eyes through partially formed tears, Samantha confirmed that she did. "Because if it goes in my ass... it will... it goes in my mouth." The admission colored her cheeks with shame and flooded her pussy with arousal. Damian pushed her head back down, and she compliantly went back to licking his cock head while sandwiching his shaft in her cleavage. When his eruption put glazing all over her face, she looked up and smiled. He patted her head for a job well done, and she happily wiggled under his attention.

They were the center of attention for the entire classroom, of course. Some students peaked around books or pretended to be asleep, while others made no secret of the interest they had in the domination of Samantha's breasts. Some of the other students even came closer to get a better look at the proceedings. The two who came the closest were Robin Sena and Paige Readman, the two women in class with the most atrocious eyesight. Both wore corrective lenses, so they probably didn't actually

need

to get any closer than anyone else, but their heads were practically close enough to smell Samantha's hair. Robin was a fire aspected Cow Witch, while Paige was a plant aspected Doll Sensei. Neither could see much of anything without their glasses, but Damian could see both of them with his eyes closed because their desires to be dominated made them shine like candles to his heart sense.

Robin's hair was a light enough brown that some would call it blond, and she wore it in awkward braids that stuck out to the sides of her head like a cow's horns. Paige had black hair that she hadn't really done anything with except let it grow and push it out of her face. It was badly in need of the attentions of a brush and comb. Both had pretty impressive racks, though they were both wearing voluminous brown coats that obscured that fact. It was not a requirement to pay attention to one's clothes and makeup to attend Mathemagic class on a Monday, but as Damian looked at the two glasses wearing women he thought that if

he

dominated their pussies that getting them cleaned up and dressed sexily would be the

first

order of business. While their poor dress sense and hair care detracted from their allure, they were trainers and that meant that their inherent sex appeal was augmented by being pocket monsters themselves. He thought they'd clean up very nicely indeed, and he could feel that they

wanted

their pussies to be manhandled.

Unfortunately, there just wasn't time. Not before class, and probably not that week. He had commitments to his own slaves, and training Robin and Paige to beautify and present their pussies to him would be a time consuming project. Still, he could lay the ground work, it could be nice to have the near sighted trainers all tarted up as his submissives. "Robin? Paige? Why don't you help Samantha get ready for class by licking my cum off her face?" He said it sweetly, like they had a choice. Like they might just be doing a favor for their classmate. When they got down to the Tapir Witch's level, Damian put his hands on the backs of their heads and guided them into cleaning her face.