When Mark started dating the pretty, buxom Christy, two things were immediately apparent to him.
The first was that Christy was a natural submissive, and would do anything that a sufficiently commanding man told her to. And the second was that she was completely embarrassed by the size of her breasts, and did everything possible to conceal them, up to and including habitually wearing loose sweaters, jumpers, and other shapeless layers.
This wouldn’t do at all. For one thing, Mark felt that huge natural breasts like Christy’s deserved to be on public display. And secondly, nothing aroused Mark more than a humiliated woman.
And so he set out to halve Christy’s modesty – but double her shame.
He started with her posture. If he caught her slouching, he would slap her on the ass, which always made her squeal, and blush, and straighten. He made her stand with her chest thrust forward, maximising the apparent size of her already-large tits and focusing attention on her bosom.
Then he showed her how to hold her arms. Initially he just had her push her shoulders forward so that her upper arms squished her tits together delightfully. But then he began instructing her to cross her arms beneath her tits to lift them up – and finally he began teaching her, whenever she wasn’t doing something else with her hands, to literally cup her breasts with her hands and lift them up, in a way that made it obvious that she was deliberately drawing attention to them.
Christy hated this last one, but Mark began carrying a riding crop, and he would slap her hands with it whenever he saw them doing anything other than cupping and lifting her large fuckmelons.
She learned quickly.
Next he made a project out of her clothing. He took control of her bras. All the modest, conservative ones were immediately discarded. He bought some new sexy bras to replace them, but all of these were deliberately a size too small. Of the rest, some he lined with small, evil thumbtacks, and the rest he treated with itching powder.
Christy quickly came to hate wearing bras. No matter what she chose, it would hurt her, and call attention to the pain in her tits all day long. When he gave her the choice to stop wearing bras entirely, she took it eagerly.
But in the meantime he had also replaced many of her blouses and dresses. She discovered that everything she owned was either semi-transparent, or displayed huge amounts of cleavage, or stopped just below her nipples to display her entire underboob. Literally all her choices would call attention to her breasts, and display lewd amounts of her titflesh to anyone who was looking at her.
Then he went to work on her language. He forbade her to refer to them as “breasts”, and instead set up a calendar with a different term for them each day. She was allowed to use any of the terms from the last three days in describing her breasts, but she must use each new day’s term at least three times in conversation. Sometimes they were “cum-balloons”, sometimes they were “fuckbags”, sometimes they were “whore-melons”. Other days they might be “punching bags” or “slut pillows” or “milk jugs”.
He insisted that she work the topic of her breasts into every conversation. Watching her tell her boss that she was having trouble doing her work because her “giant cow udders” were getting in her way was delightful. Seeing her ask her friends if her top made her “rape-handles” look sexy was always fun. Watching the shame on her face as she explained to her father that she was late to dinner because she had no bras that properly fit her “bitch-melons” was exquisite. And of course, given her clothing, she was forever having to apologise for showing off so much of her “sperm-catchers”.
Often afterwards she would cry from the shame, but that was when the last part of his conditioning took place. She was under strict instructions to immediately start masturbating if she was crying from shame, no matter where she was or what she was doing, and keep going until she orgasmed, and so of course she soon began to associate that sense of crippling shame and degradation she derived from her tits with arousal and pleasure.
Eventually the ideas were inextricably linked in her mind. The more humiliated she felt in public, the wetter and more needy her cunt became, and conversely she found that she could only orgasm if she was completely ashamed of herself.
For Mark, it made her the perfect girlfriend, and he reflected with happiness that there was no finer sight in the world than watching a big-titted girl crying and orgasming at the same time after admitting to a friend that her massive fucksacks made her look like a particularly stupid cow…
===
Want more stories of training and conditioning? Check out my e-book Sluts in Training, now available for only $4.99 USD at AllTheseRoadworks.com! Your purchase shows your appreciation and allows me to keep paying the bills and creating new, free erotic content! (Click here to view in store.)
===