As the massive jet-black field was wheeled out onto the stage by a pair of feminine assistants, neatly dressed, the collective hushed whispers and mutters of the lecture theatre grew in depth. It was delicately deposited on the stage, a black monolith that towered 8 ft tall.
From the steadily rising sloping tiers of seats, greater than 2 hundred 20-something women of Gyna College, chatted and whispered excitedly. That they had been knowledgeable they might be handled to a visitor lecturer – Madame Octavia, one of many main Femdom Scientists and Philosophers within the nation.
The hubbub grew to a fever pitch as, and not using a phrase, a raven-haired lady who many acknowledged as Octavia herself, stepped onto the stage and commenced to write down upon the blackboard.
‘EDWINA SCHRODINGER’S CATBOY’
When the chalk hit the shelf with a quiet faucet and she or he turned again, the room stilled in virtually an prompt. The women had been silent, in rapt consideration.
She stood prim and professionally, with an aura that radiated authority. A tightly reduce white sweater travelled right down to her hips, the place it terminated at simply the road the place it might need been thought-about scandalous, but as such it merely seemed elegant. Skilled, but alluring. Exactly the aesthetic Femdom society prided itself upon, and to which each and every domme within the making within the viewers ought to aspire to. Her determine virtually defied the air it swam via, tall but broad, thickly constructed and with a type that spoke to years of superlative effort. Toned but supple.
The very fact she stood subsequent to such an enormous field, but didn’t appear small by comparability, emphasised her presence all of the extra. She knew she had the utmost respect and a focus simply from her popularity alone, and secretly revelled in it.
“Good afternoon, girls. I’m Madame Octavia.”
You may have heard a pin drop after her pronouncement… and certainly, as soon as the room had quietened down, one thing nearly as quiet as that might be heard. A form of distant whine, as if somebody had let go of a balloon two flooring up.
“At the moment, I will likely be speaking to you about one of many most interesting female minds in Femdom science – Edwina Schrodinger.”
Madame Octavia withdrew a pointer from her pocket, prolonged it, and gestured to the black field which sat upright beside her, towering over the stage and even her.
“To many, her hottest principle — no less than on a colloquial degree — is known thus: there’s a catboy in a field, and but one can not say with certainty if he’s aroused until one had been to verify.”
After all, at this, the collective women tittered.
“Certainly, so long as the catboy is within the field, he’s each able of maximum sexual arousal and misery,” she mused, strolling previous the field and gesturing to it along with her pointer, “but paradoxically, is in one in every of whole sexual satisfaction, concurrently.”
Once more, extra giggles.
“So, is there any method to resolve this conundrum?”
For a second, Madame Octavia merely smiled, ready for any volunteers.
One woman, a redhead close to the entrance, raised her hand.
“Nicely, as you say, we are able to verify, proper?”
“Sure, we are able to,” Madame Octavia “nevertheless in doing so, the quantum state would collapse the second the field was opened. The catboy’s state can be not solely found, however actually, made sure BY THE ACT OF opening the field.”
She slapped her pointer towards the field simply loudly sufficient for it to echo all through the room. Within the silence that adopted, everybody may hear the next pitched whine now emanating from the field’s common course. The nervous laughter that adopted drowned it out swiftly, nevertheless, and everybody was totally amused at her comedian use of this visible support.
“Certainly,” she continued, “the catboy is successfully each issues, extraordinarily determined and very glad on the identical time. There may be actually no method to show both is the case, exactly as a result of each are concurrently the case.”
One other hand went up, a blonde within the entrance row.
“How is that attainable?”
“Wonderful query! With a easy reply: it’s not.”
The category laughed, and Madame Octavia smiled endearingly.
“After all, one thing can’t be two issues without delay. Thus we’re compelled to ask, is it one, the opposite, each or neither? What do you assume?”
She turned her pointer to a woman within the entrance row whos consideration appeared fixated upon the field, who, slightly startled, tried to reply.
“Nicely… I suppose we would have an concept based mostly on how lengthy they have been within the field?”
The room was silent, and other than that whine, everybody was awaiting Madame Octavia’s response.
“An attention-grabbing proposal, certainly. Can anybody inform me why it does not work?”
A hand shot up, a woman with lengthy black hair in glasses.
“Sure, the problem is certainty. Regardless of how lengthy the catboy has been within the field, quantum mechanics dictates that you just can not say with any certainty if the catboy is aroused. Chance can not overcome the chance that he’s not, and thus the quantum state persists.”
“Wonderful! Wonderful! A spherical of applause, everybody.”
The category politely clapped, and Madame Octavia stepped in entrance of the field, clasping her fingers behind her.
“So, enable me then to extrapolate upon this high quality younger woman’s rationalization. Allow us to assume that inside this field behind me is a catboy. He has been in there for, say, two weeks, throughout which era he has been subjected to an limitless bombardment of auditory, olfactatory, gustatory, tactile, and psychological stimulation. That’s, all of his senses. By way of correctly drugged meals and water, a digital actuality headset and earphones locked to his head, numerous stimulatory toys, and a bunch of different gadgets, he has been subjected to essentially the most excessive type of sexual torment attainable.”
The room fell hushed as soon as extra as her phrases rang out, and lots of felt a flutter of their stomachs at such a prospect. That sort of sexual torment was one thing lots of them dreamed about, and longed to inflict.
“Throughout that total time the catboy has been unable to attain any sort of sexual launch.”
The hushed silence as a substitute was changed with gasps and conspiratorial whispers, and no small quantity of guffawing.
“So, inform me, likelihood would inform us that he’s very prone to be sexually determined, sure?”
There was a common assent, murmured settlement via the lecture corridor.
“Nevertheless, Edwina Schrodinger has offered via her principle a dilemma. We can not probably know for certain, and but we’re concurrently totally sure he’s each extraordinarily determined and but completely glad.”
Now Madame Octavia moved to the entrance of the field and commenced to regulate some panels which, given their color was an identical to that of the remainder of the field, had remained hidden till now.
She slid away a panel round head top which, upon its removing, revealed a cool purple inside, lit by a hoop of small lights constructed into the outside of the window… inside which was the top of a catboy, behind an evidently thick glass plate.
Little of his face might be seen previous a VR headset, and a masks which seemed to be feeding him a continuing environment of thick, pink, cloying fuel to inhale. Even masked as such, it was evident that the glass was fogged with what appeared to be his manic hyperventilation, or maybe simply the sweat beading down his face. Round his neck was a padded ring that supported his head, and atop his head a pair of twitching cat ears frantically flitted — proof of his whole desperation.
The viewers of school ladies had been now virtually shrieking in delight as the character of Madame Octavia’s demonstration was made obvious. This was no visible support — there actually was a catboy in there.
“Quiet, quiet please, women. Now observe intently.”
Madame Octavia gestured to the window and turned to the lecture corridor.
“Our topic is locked throughout the field, being stimulated to what I am sure is an excessive diploma. Can anyone right here inform me, then, if he’s aroused?”
A scholar who was leaning on her neighbour for help shakily raised a hand and nodded within the affirmative, unable to voice her ideas with out laughter.
“Ah, one says sure, however how can we all know?”
Because the laughter gave method to the murmur of mutters as soon as extra, albeit much more energetic now, the identical black-haired woman as earlier than provided her hand once more, a large grin upon her lips.
“We will not. There isn’t any attainable method to know for sure.”
“Wonderful!” Madame Octavia exclaimed. “Most glorious certainly…”
She went to take away a second panel, slightly below the primary. It revealed the same however wider window, ringed by the identical purple lights. Whereas his arms being embedded throughout the partitions to both facet whereas saved prostrate, they may now see his chest, which was being subjected to what appeared to be cruel torment.
Mechanical talons tipped with smooth brushes clawed below his arms, and his nipples had been tracked by two endlessly circling beads which appeared to be stimulating his poor, delicate nubs one thing terrible. His pores and skin was totally beaded with sweat which ran in rivulets, but a tiny arm appeared to be achingly slowly drying them with a silky easy trying fabric.
“So, now girls, pray inform me… is he aroused?”
“No!” got here a shout, at which the laughter pealed as soon as extra.
“No? Are we sure?”
“NO!” got here a louder shout, which many repeated.
“Exactly! It doesn’t matter what likelihood could inform us, whether or not based mostly on assumption, remark, what have you ever, we can not say with certainty if he’s aroused!”
Ultimately, she reached into her white sweater, and withdrew a strong black key upon a sequence from inside her bosom. She reached right down to take away an onyx padlock, unlocking it as your entire room watched on in whole silence.
The ultimate panel got here unfastened, and as she set it to 1 facet, the decrease half of the catboy was revealed. Nude, for all to see. There was no noise in any respect now, as each lady paid the utmost consideration to the mesmerizing sight earlier than them.
His legs had been, like his torso, quivering in utter sensory overload. His ft appeared to be the victims of some devilish trying tickling gadgets, however they had been partly obscured. His thighs nevertheless had been properly seen, saved aside by strategic padded fittings, and appeared to have silky smooth strips of fabric draped throughout them that had been delicately tracing over his pores and skin, travelling between his susceptible legs proper as much as the crease of his hips, and eliciting a muffled squeal each time they did so.
After all, excess of the rest, the viewers of school ladies had been drawn to essentially the most distinguished facet of the poor catboy’s torment — his dripping, throbbing, bobbing cock.
Three seperate pinwheels had been slowly, glacially turning, dragging feathers up his shaft from base to tip in unison. By the point that they had reached the top, it took a couple of second for the following one to start its sluggish, unyielding, velvety graze. Every time they flicked free, the sudden reduction would trigger his cock to bob, sending a flick of his cock’s always oozing pre-cum forth.
“Now,” Madame Octavia requested, arm outstretched with pointer in hand as if revealing a game-show prize, “can we all know for certain if the boy is aroused?”
“Sure…” muttered a scholar within the entrance row, loudly, who appeared totally fixated upon the bobbing member in entrance of her.
“Nicely, after all, we’ve got sturdy proof that he could also be… however he has not been launched.”
Madame Octavia kneeled down by his cock, now uncovered to the category, and pursed her lips as she grew nearer.
“Observe…” she mentioned with some authority, and blew gently onto the tip of his cock.
This elicited a high-pitched squeal, and frantic shaking inside his restraints — which totally delighted the ladies.
“How can we all know he’s aroused till he’s launched from throughout the field? We can not. Certainly, till he’s launched, there isn’t a method to know he’s aroused. As such, until he releases, we can’t be sure. “
This garnered a cheer from the ladies who, collectively, resorted to any variety of strategies to exert their rising pleasure. Fingers and lips had been bit, thighs had been clenched and knees had been gripped. The sheer vulnerability of the tormented boy earlier than them was all an excessive amount of for a few college students to take, and their fingers had been beginning to wander…
“At the moment,” she introduced, “we will carry out an experiment, to substantiate Madame Schrodinger’s principle. We will verify that, all proof apart, there isn’t a attainable method to know for sure if he’s aroused until he had been to be launched.”
“So… you are going to let him out?” requested a flushed woman, breathily.
“If I had been to do this, I am afraid our little experiment can be ruined. In truth, I am pretty certain if I had been to let him out of the field, he would discover the quickest method to orgasm he probably may. Nicely… if he needs to cum, that’s.”
The boy screamed into his masks, a wordless, mournful cry.
“Can he hear us?” a woman gasped.
“After all! From the second he got here in he is been listening to and seeing all of you.” She pointed to a tiny digital camera on the high of the field.
This, after all, despatched the room into bedlam. Now the true cause for his utter desperation, past the plain, was clear.
“Now I will likely be calling up a number of volunteers,” she shouted over the chaos, “you, you, you and also you. The women who answered my questions so helpfully… beginning with you my expensive, within the glasses.”
Kindal clutched at her neck, delighted her research had paid off in such a… direct means. She joined Madame Octavia on the stage by the lectern and located it inconceivable to take her eyes off of the hopelessly determined dripping cock only a brief distance away from her now.
“I will be asking you women to assist us exhibit this dilemma. There isn’t any means for us to substantiate for sure if the catboy is aroused, irrespective of how evident it could appear. We will exhibit that irrespective of how a lot proof we acquire, irrespective of how… intimately… we merely can’t be sure that this catboy needs to orgasm.”
Listening to her phrases over soothing music laden with subliminal messaging, and the occasional sexually-laden moan, the poor boy was beside himself, straining towards his form-fitting bonds on the considered what was to return.
“Your title darling?” Madame Octavia requested because the woman with glasses stepped onto the stage subsequent to her, and sank to her knees at Madame Octavia’s sign.
“Kindal…” she mentioned, not likely paying consideration, as she appeared totally bewitched by the droopy cockhead twitching inches from her face.
“My expensive, if you happen to can be so variety, please verify for me if you happen to assume he’s sexually aroused in there.”
Kindal licked her lips, and let her sizzling breath coat his cock because it hovered simply between her lips, not fairly touching.
“Oh yeah…” she mentioned, letting her lips kiss his cockhead as she spoke, tasting his sheer desperation now coating them.
“Ah, I see. You assume he could also be aroused, based mostly in your observations. Then what we’ve got right here is… what?”
“A collapsing quantum state.” She was reciting from rote reminiscence. All she cared about on the planet was having this poor boy endure for her.
“Exactly. As quickly as he releases, we’ll know whether or not he has actually been going out of his thoughts in there for weeks! At that second, the quantum state will collapse. He’ll now not be each aroused and glad concurrently.”
Madame Octavia’s assistants now helped to maneuver the field barely to the facet, so that each one throughout the lecture corridor may get an ideal view of each the boy’s cock and what the women kneeled round it in a semi-circle had been about to do to it. Many had already begun to breathe closely, bent over the desk in entrance of them, or had traded fingers with a associate down one another’s skirt, or had been in any other case now locked in a kiss with a sideways look on the leisure — or somewhat — experiment.
Madame Octavia retrieved a small distant from her pocket, and at a button press the pinwheels retracted into the field, leaving the boy’s cock freed from it is feathery torment. Nevertheless, it was now as a substitute totally defenceless in entrance of a room stuffed with sexy school women, all of whom had years of coaching within the principle of feminine domination they wished sorely to place into follow.
Madame Octavia bent down beside Kindal and allowed her hand to hint the again of her neck, encouraging her. “Do give us a very good present, expensive.”
Kindal wanted no encouragement, nevertheless, and instantly started to hint her fingernails — expertly filed to simply the best smoothness — beneath and behind the boy’s balls. Naturally, they tried to retract, having hung unfastened in anticipation of an orgasm which had been weeks within the ready. Nevertheless, she had already loosely encircled her fingers across the base of his sack, in exactly the way in which she had practiced so many occasions on a velvet bag with two marbles inside. Not too agency, simply sufficient to maintain his delicates good and prone to her sadistic wiles.
The non permanent reduction of being freed from the feathers was changed, if something, by his frustration boiling over into whole apoplepsy as his cock now recieved no stimulation in anyway, whilst his poor jewels had been so expertly exploited. After all, he couldn’t see a factor occurring beneath, solely what Madame Octavia’s digital camera and the VR headset would enable. Thus each phantom tickle and tease of Kindal’s devilish fingernails despatched a jolt or shiver via him.
All of the whereas, Kindal was slowly tracing her lips round his cockhead, toying along with his foreskin, and gently flexing his cock this manner and that as her smooth lips pushed it. It was so uncathartic to his touch-starved member that had it not been for the headset the women would have seen a contemporary flood of tears start to move.
The women behind her, so near the motion, had been virtually falling forwards as they leaned in, keen for his or her flip on the boy’s cock. Nevertheless, they resigned themselves to gripping the entrance of their skirts or “adjusting” their shirts in ways in which left little doubt as to their true motivations.
Madame Octavia, for her half, had lengthy since deserted any pretense of professionality, and was now grinding her thighs collectively as she watched Kindal fawning over the leaking cock she had ready for them.
“Permit me…” Madame Octavia muttered in the end, and knelt down beside Kendal, her a lot bigger physique dominating the area immediately.
She demonstrated a way which, over the previous couple of years of torments, she had discovered drove this explicit catboy notably insane with want. When gently forming a hoop of her fingertips across the base of his cock, she watched in delight as his abdomen knotted in recognition, clearly realising who now had their fingers on him.
For a number of seconds, the viewers gazed in awe as a rope of pre-cum jetted out of his cock and landed towards her white sweater via sheer Pavlovian recognition. Guffawing, Madame Octavia whispered “Whats up, my candy little factor…”. The boy could not hear her, however she wasn’t talking to him in any case.
With glacial persistence, she let him alter to the new-found tactility, till his respiratory returned from panicked to merely frantic. Inside him the identical conflict as at all times raged – to not let his guard down, as he knew what was coming. Inevitably, nevertheless, he could not keep tense eternally, and with tiny, near-imperceptible modifications, her educated eye noticed the shift in his manner. As soon as once more the corridor was silent — other than the moist sounds of locked lips and pistoning fingers, though even that they had slowed to absorb this demonstration of absolute management.
As soon as Madame Octavia was glad he wasn’t fairly anticipating it, she glided her fingertips from the bottom of his cock to the tip, tracing the fragile contours with frictionless ease because of the copious precum and aphrodisiac-laced-lubricant combine the feathers had been dosed with. As soon as she reached slightly below the top, she launched his cock, and left it bobbing in exasperation.
The poor boy shrieked in agonized ecstasy, and this elicited a cheer from the group of ladies. He watched on at their collective frenzied and unimpeded masturbation via the digital camera above, which after all did little or no to alleviate his wanton want.