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Sarah moved speedily to her holding cell. This part of the school was eerily still, making her feel as if she was the only person in the whole building. She wasted no time entering the holding cell and affixing her collar to the ring she had used before. Sarah had begun to count the seconds the moment the door had shut behind her and her theory quickly bore fruit. Thirty seconds after the door closed the light above her went out.
Plunged into darkness Sarah's thoughts began to turn inwards, to take stock of her body and her predicament. She could still taste the bitter liquid she had consumed as her evening meal. She dry swallowed and licked her lips, trying to find any small trickle of sweat that would help remove the taste that seemed to have invaded her mouth and decided to stay. She knew that there was one way she could rid herself of the taste. The headmistress' experienced fingers had worked Sarah into a frenzy as she had suckled her meal from the plastic teat.
She could tell that her pussy was still full of her cream, no doubt her panties were rapidly soaking up the moisture. Hadn't she been taught that a slut must always clean up all bodily fluids? Wouldn't it be right for her to collect some of her cream and consume it? Sarah immediately discounted the idea, realising she was exhibiting just the behaviour that had landed her in detention. She was letting her pussy influence her decisions. To eat her pussycream would not only mean she had to break position but it meant she was thinking only of herself - the internal locus that the headmistress had educated her on.
Not only that but Sarah blushed in the dark when her train of thought led her inevitably to the fact that she had just contemplated reaching into her panties, scraping the cream produced by her vagina and eating it, just to remove a bitter aftertaste in her mouth. She had not only produced the idea so casually and so naturally but her mind had leapt at the idea as if it was so clearly the only obvious thing to do.
That was definitely the mind of a slut at work. She knew it was and she knew she was one, so why did she feel ashamed and dirty for thinking that. She had admonished herself for thinking of it only because it meant she was thinking of herself and she needed to ensure her focus was always external. She was not mad at herself for thinking that it was wrong to eat her pussy juices, after all she already accepted the fact that she liked the taste. So why was her body, her emotions, not in sync with the way she was thinking? Was the fact that she had not only caught herself, but admonished herself for the thoughts proof that she was learning her lesson, that the detention had already borne fruit?
Sarah had no more time to contemplate the conundrum as the door opened and the light flashed on. She blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness of the lights. How long had she been in the holding cell?
"Well Porter, how was your first detention?" inquired her handler.
"Very good thank you Miss," Sarah replied, happy to hear the voice of Miss Harper.
"You enjoyed it then?"
"No Miss, it was very painful but I learned valuable lessons that will help my training."
"Very good to hear. You have to make up for the lost time during your Etiquette class now. After that you are to return here, and then we shall have a study session of our own until lights out. You have already had your dinner yes?"
"Yes Miss. Permission to speak Miss?" Sarah asked hesitantly.
"Ok but it must be quick as we don’t want to keep Miss Watson waiting," said Harper as she removed the padlock securing Sarah to the wall.
"Miss my evening meal was in liquid form and it was very bitter in taste. I can still taste it now and I thought of eating some of my pussy cream to take the taste away. I didn't do it though Miss, but I did think about doing it," Sarah finished quickly, worried at the reaction of her handler. She wanted desperately to please Miss Harper, to show her she was a good girl, a good slut.
"I see. Walk," the older girl said abruptly. "You told me this why?"
"I want to tell you everything Miss Harper. It is not for a slut to decide if she requires punishment or correction but I wanted you to know so you could decide. I want to be a good slut, Miss," Sarah confessed plaintively as she walked the correct two steps behind and to the left of her handler.
"So you thought of eating the secretions from your own cunt. Well this is what any slut would desire to do. The fact that you did not give in to your insatiable sexual desire shows progress. However it is the reasoning behind your desire that is dissatisfying."
It was then that the pair arrived at Miss Watson's classroom. The door was open and Miss Harper walked straight through, followed obediently by Sarah. It was odd to be in the classroom without her classmates.
"Evening Miss Watson."
"Evening Clarice."
"Before I leave my charge I think that it would be best if she received a fresh application of the muscle cream on her cunt."
"By all means Clarice, your request shall be seen to prior to commencing the session. Do you wish to be the agent of the application?"
"No thank you Miss Watson, I must see to my own studies. The detention has thrown my own schedule out a little."
"I completely understand. You will be able to collect her within the hour."
"Thank you Miss Watson."
Sarah's heart sank when her handler mentioned the disruption she had caused. She would try and find a way she could make it up to Miss Harper. It was especially important that she do this as the next two nights after school would cause a similar hardship for her handler.
"Before you go Clarice, how are you finding your responsibilities?"
"Well Miss Watson, I am the first to admit that I had not really taken them too seriously. I thought that my role would be so much less than what it needs to be. I honestly thought I would be more of a babysitter. The fact that the slut that I received is by far the worst behaved has played its part, but I think that the staff meeting yesterday really opened my eyes. Last night I read my prefect's manual and my whole attitude has changed."
"Admirable Clarice, I am very glad to hear it. I am glad that you do not regret your post."
"Oh no, Miss Watson. I am happier than ever to be chosen as a prefect. I see it as another avenue in which I can excel and by doing so I can also benefit society in a lasting and meaningful way. And to be honest Miss Watson, I have found slut training to be quite a fascinating discipline."
"And your slut, how do you feel about her?"
Sarah felt tiny and insignificant, standing at attention while her handler and teacher talked about her. She knew they were not consciously ignoring her, it was just that she did not matter, her presence was inconsequential. Right now, she was no more important than a table or a chair. Yes, she was property now, but it was still very difficult to be treated like an object. It was still difficult for Sarah to come to terms with the fact that her thoughts and feelings really meant nothing to these women. Tears sprang into the diminished schoolgirl's eyes at the next words spoken.
"Very disappointed. I understand the challenge of training a slut with such poor discipline and I understand her grade, but I do wish that I could perhaps have had a different one."
"Do you wish an exchange?" enquired Miss Watson, one eyebrow raised in question.
"Oh no. I will definitely stick with my current charge. It is a duty I have accepted and I will make sure that she is trained and that her behaviour is altered, and altered abruptly," Harper ended vehemently.
"Good girl Clarice. She is, as slut's go, very ill-disciplined. As you know, it is not that she is rebellious, her behavioural problems lie along altogether different avenues. I am glad that you are on board Clarice. You had better be off."
"Yes of course, Miss Watson."
Sarah was thankful that the conversation had ended. She had felt so alone listening to her teacher and handler talk of her training. She had felt so dejected at their appraisal of her. She had wanted Miss Harper to stay, to witness how good she would be, how much her behaviour had improved, but she heard the older girl's footsteps recede down the hall. Besides she had already taken up too much of her handler's time.
"Straight Porter. Shoulders back. That had better be the last time there is slouching in my classroom. Remove your skirt and panties, then adopt the correction position."
Miss Watson moved to the supply room as Sarah undressed. Her teacher had not specified where her clothes were to be put so she felt it best they rest on her own desk. She folded her skirt neatly, then rolled her panties as best she could, trying to keep the thin straps coiled underneath the small triangle of nmaterial so it would not wet her skirt. The crotch of her panties was stained and clearly wet. As soon as her tiny panties sat on her desk, she adopted the desired position on the platform. The anxious schoolgirl heard her teacher return and pause behind her. The next thing she knew, her pussy was being vigorously wiped. This was not a sensual act, it felt to Sarah, more like a cleaning.
"Open," Miss Watson commanded.
Sarah's soaked panties were quickly inserted into her open mouth. All her excess cream had first been wiped from her pussy, presumably to allow the new, and unnatural, cream to do its job unimpeded. Only the crotch of her panties was placed in her mouth, the straps dangled in front of her face, like strange white tentacles. It was then that Sarah smelt the scent that she would forever more associate with burning pain.
Without preamble, Miss Watson smeared the cream on Sarah's pussy. She applied it liberally across both plump labia, dipping her fingers deftly inside the young girl's still damp opening. Sarah moaned as she felt the hood of her clit pulled back as her teacher's finger teased some of the burning paste directly onto that most sensitive bud of flesh.
"Attention and turn," commanded Miss Watson.
Sarah straightened up and faced her teacher. She could immediately feel the wicked paste begin to do its work, heating her pussy. She knew that in minutes the burning would have increased to a near unbearable level that would take all of her concentration to overcome. And this makeup lesson was to be focused entirely on her poise and balance. She knew, however, that she had brought this on herself. No one had told her to confess her thoughts to her handler. She had just felt it was the right thing to do. Even though she knew that it would make this lesson 100 times as hard she did not regret her decision.
"Step down. Take your board and commence circuits of the class. Each time you return to the platform you are to pause for ten seconds, walking on the spot, lifting your knees high, to the level of your hips. Each time you drop your board, you are come to the front, receive your stroke then return to your place and resume your circuits. The lesson will end when you have completed 20 full circuits. Begin."
Sarah collected the black plastic board from her desk and balanced it atop her head. The pain in her pussy was clouding her thoughts but she tried her best to block the raging inferno between her legs and walk as normally as she could around the classroom.
The next 40 minutes was a blur of pain and suffering for the young girl. She managed her circuits well, dropping the board only four times. Her undoing, however, was the high-stepping interludes she had to perform each time she reached the front of the class. She lost control of her board every single time, her ass and legs wearing a painful pattern of light pink stripes by the end of the lesson. The agony in her pussy never left her and lessened only towards the end of the forty minutes.
Sarah's tired mind was awash with conflicting sensations when Miss Watson called a halt. Her chest heaved as she fought for breath, her breasts straining against the tight material each time she inhaled. Her blouse clung to her body in many places, stuck to her skin from the sweat that covered her entire body. Her eyes were red from crying and the panties in her mouth were soaked from her saliva. The only bright part of the entire lesson was that her cream soaked panties had removed the bitter taste of her liquid dinner from her mouth. Small consolation when the rest of her body ached and burned.
Miss Watson had not spoken a single word to Sarah throughout the ordeal. The only sounds in the room were the click of her high heels as she moved as gracefully as she could around the classroom and the moans of pain and despair when she failed to attain the level of poise demanded of a slut. She received 26 strokes of the switch, each one burned into her memory. Sarah had found the silence unnerving, especially when she was expected to prance. It was not the act that was most difficult it was that her imposing teacher was stood directly in front of her, watching her every move, silently critiquing her performance. It had caused Sarah to lose focus each time she found herself before Miss Watson.
"Passable Porter," said Miss Watson as Sarah stood at attention before her.
"Thank you Ma'am," mumbled the dazed teen through her soaked panties.
"Being passable is not something to be proud of Porter. A slut should be ashamed of being classified as passable in anything she does."
"Sorry Ma'am."
"Your contrition is expected but hollow. Dress and move directly to your holding cell."
Sarah removed the panties from her mouth, opened them out and slid the soaked garment up her legs, the wet material feeling simultaneously soothing and uncomfortable against her pussy. The heat in her sex had been reduced to a slow burn that she knew from experience would last for at least another hour. Sarah clipped her skirt around her waist and curtsied to Miss Watson.
"Thank you for the extra lesson Ma'am."
"You are welcome Porter, but I do not wish for you to make a habit of it."
"No Ma'am," Sarah replied. She thought that this extracurricular lesson was not really her fault, but when she thought about it, she knew that of course it was. She would not have been chosen to assist Miss Watson during the morning lesson if she had not been so disrespectful and rude.
She left the room, sure that Miss Watson remained watching her until the moment she turned the corner. Sarah was left a little bewildered by what had happened. Was Miss Watson angry with her? Or was it simply that she had a lot of work to do and Sarah had only taken up her time. She made her way to her holding cell, locked herself to the wall and settled in to wait for collection.
The room quickly darkened and Sarah was left alone with her thoughts and the remnant aches and pains from her afternoon. Her pussy still throbbed, not only from the stretching and clamping but from the cream that made her feel as if her skin was melting away. How could the same product feel so good on one part of the body and cause so much pain on another? She was glad to have these few minutes of respite, even though being left alone in the darkness only seemed to sharpen the pains that plagued her. It was funny, she mused, how she now saw her current predicament as a welcome break. Only two days ago, being forced to stand at attention, locked to a wall only inches away from her face, in a dark room barely big enough to turn around in would have been torture for her.
Sarah estimated that around now her classmates would be clearing away the evening meal, after no doubt having eaten a delicious salad. Sucking on her stained panties had taken away the bitter aftertaste of her own dinner but the dissatisfaction the memory gave, even though her belly felt quite full, remained. Once she was released from this small dark room she still had to look forward to extra tutoring from her handler. She was sure that this would take up all her time until her day ended with the turning out of the lights and locking of the dorm gate. She had to remain positive though, she may not get to talk to Murphy or Mitchell but she would be learning and her training would be progressing. It was really all she could ask for.
Sarah's mind wandered, her recollections meandering throughout all the activities she had encountered over the course of the day. Her damp panties were uncomfortable and she shifted her weight from foot to foot, the only real movement she could make to try and alleviate the feeling. She daren't not put her legs together. She only had one real task to accomplish while in the holding cell and that was to hold position. If she could not do that, what hope did she have. As the time wore on the temptation to lean forward just slightly and rest her head against the wall, or to lift up each foot slightly to alleviate the pressure of standing still in her high heels, grew unbearable.
Sarah was now in a constant battle with herself. One tiny movement just for one second and she could feel so much better. Who would know? She answered herself the same way each time: she would know, it was wrong, she needed to be a good girl, she needed to be a good slut. It was enough to hold the temptation at bay for a short while, but inevitably the entire merry-go-round began again. She breathed a sigh of relief when the door creaked open and light flooded the tiny cell. Sarah had not even attempted to try and keep track of the time she had been in the room. It had felt like hours but of course it could not have been.
"How did your class with Miss Watson go?" Harper asked, the genuine interest in the topic obvious in her tone.
"Very well thank you Miss," Sarah replied as the padlock was removed, returning her potential for movement. She, however, remained unmoved.
"Good, was your performance better than the other sluts?"
"Um, I am not sure Miss."
"Did you drop your tablet more or less than your classmates, it is a simple question," her handler said exasperatedly.
"I dropped my tablet more than every other slut, Miss," Sarah replied dejectedly.
"You disappoint me Porter. I will settle for nothing less than you being the top of every class, the first slut in all things. Follow."
Sarah turned quickly and followed her handler, obediently adopting the correct position behind and to the left of her handler as they walked down the corridor.
"Porter, close the door. Not only is that slovenly but it is also wasting energy."
Sarah spun around and hurried back to the holding cell and closed the creaky metal door. By the time she turned back around she just caught a glimpse of Miss Harper disappearing around a corner. Sarah dashed down the corridor, frightened of losing her handler. She did not know their destination and if she was found wandering the halls alone she knew it would mean major trouble.
As she reached the corner she caught a glimpse of Miss Harper erntering the food hall. Sarah all but ran down the corridor, her high heels clicking rapidly on the polished floors. The anxious schoolgirl felt her nipples harden as her tight blouse rubbed across her exposed breasts. She would never get used to that happening. She enjoyed the feeling of wearing the comfortable half-cup bra but it did cause her almost constant aggravation. Maybe if her blouse was not so tight, and stretched tighter by being forced to walk. or run in the high heels, her nipples may have had a chance.
Upon entering the food hall, Sarah realised it was a little later than she had thought. The room was empty, clean and all the chairs were placed neatly on the tables. Miss Harper was standing nonchalantly at the counter at the front of the hall. Sarah moved swiftly to stand at attention behind the older girl, silently taking up her post as her handler's attendant.
"Set a place," said Miss Harper, acknowledging Sarah's presence with the command.
In moments a chair at the nearest table was placed on the floor and Sarah stood behind it dutifully. The smell of bacon hit he like an almost physical force. Her mouth watered instantly and she almost turned around to see where it was coming from. Obviously due to the need to supervise her, Harper had missed the evening meal. Her handler appeared at her elbow and moved to sit on the chair Sarah had placed at the table.
"Porter, when a slut is waiting on a superior, she first seats her superior by moving the chair in to the table as her superior takes their seat. Do so now."
Sarah jumped to grasp the back of Miss Harper's chair and gently ease it in towards the table as her handler sat down. A faint tingling sensation started in Sarah's belly. She blushed deeply, recognising it as something she should be feeling but something she never thought she would. Was it really the distant beginnings of sexual arousal, simply by serving her handler? Was her pussy truly going to become wet just from pushing in a chair?
"Collect my dinner and serve it to me," commanded the now-seated girl.
Sarah moved to the counter and collected the plate and cutlery that awaited her. The plate was heaped with steaming food: mashed potatoes, baby carrots and asparagus, bacon and two thick sausages. Even though her belly felt full, Sarah felt hungry as she carried the food the few steps to her seated handler. The bitter liquid she drank for her meal was filling but far from satisfying. She had only been at Harkwood for two days but she already deeply missed meat. Being this close to such delectable fare was maddening for the tired teen.
"Stand to the right of your superior. Gently lean towards the table and place the plate directly in front of your superior, two inches from the edge of the table. No, pick it up. Try again, this time take more care with how the meal is plated. Be sure to place the plate so its contents are aesthetically pleasing. Better. Remember to bend only at the waist, your knees are to remain locked, legs apart. Next the cutlery; fork first, to the left of the plate, two inches from the rim and situated so the middle of the fork is in line with the middle of the plate. Now the knife, it goes to the right of the plate. Collect my beverage."
Sarah moved swiftly back to the counter to collect the cold glass of cola. She was glad that Miss Harper was teaching her a valuable skill, one which she was sure none of her classmates yet knew, but she found it a little difficult being treated like a tiny child. She knew where a knife and fork went, but it was not her place to question, only to obey and accept. Miss Harper was only looking out for her, it wasn't like she hadn't demonstrated some pretty stupid behaviour over the last two days. Maybe she did deserve to be treated like a child that knew nothing. So many things she had thought to be immutable truth had turned out to be mere falsehoods.
Was anything she had learned before coming to Harkwood worth remembering? Sarah felt as if she was on the cusp of an important revelation. As she returned to the table she tried to keep her train of thought on its rails. A slut's life was very different from what she had known before. A slut's way of thinking was very different. Should she forget, or at least ignore everything she had known in her previous life? Should she trust her teachers to teach her everything she would need to know, to teach her to think correctly, teach her the proper way to do any task a slut should know.
So, if this were true, and Sarah felt that it was, she needed to learn where to put a knife and fork. She needed to be told how to set a table the way a slut was expected to set a table. She was to listen to her superiors, absorb every word they had for her, no matter how mundane or how obvious it seemed. It was not a slut's place to decide what she should and should not know. A slut need only listen, learn and obey.
Sarah smiled at this private epiphany as she stood next to Miss Harper, awaiting the command to be told where to place her handler's beverage. Sarah could not wait to share the information with her friends.
"A slut places a standard beverage glass two inches from the top of the plate, between the plate and the knife. No, no, no, pick it up. Draw an imaginary line from the gap between the plate and the knife. Now place the glass along that line two inches from the top of the plate. Much better. It may be necessary to have every little thing explained to you but once learned I hope that your slut brain remembers.
"I was disappointed to hear of your poor showing in Miss Watson's makeup class. I have accepted a responsibility in my role as prefect. This responsibility consumes much of my time Porter. If I am to play a part in the training of a slut then she is going to be the best slut in her house. I am not interested in you being the best slut you can be, that is an accepted fact. You are to be the best slut in Trinity house. Do you understand?"
"Yes Miss," Sarah replied fervently, desperate for her handler to believe her level of commitment.
"I wish to have my meal in peace, seeing as how I have been unable to spend my mealtime with my friends. March to the far wall and back until told to stop. I want those knees lifted high. Speed is not an issue, perfection of form is your goal. As your knee reaches the perpendicular with each step, hold position for one second before continuing. Go."
Sarah moved immediately down the corridor between the tables. She was disappointed not to be allowed to stay with her handler, to provide her with some company, but it was for the best. It had taken all of Sarah's willpower to keep her eyes straight ahead and not on Miss Harper's dinner. She was also better utilised doing something instead of simply standing still, though standing still would also have allowed her the chance to practice remaining motionless while in position. Sarah hoped that these thoughts were to her credit, but now she needed to focus on the activity she had been set.
Sarah's stuttering walk was not difficult but it felt quite strange. She made sure she brought her knee up in line with her hip before pausing and gently lowering it back to the floor. Her best guess was that it took her almost two minutes to reach the far wall and return to her handler. She was tempted to glance at Miss Harper but knew that her eyes must stay forward. It was not until the fourth trip to the far wall that Sarah began to tire. It became harder to keep her leg steady as she raised it and held it briefly aloft. A gentle tremor ran through each leg with every high step.
As she pranced, Sarah took stock of her body. It was becoming something of a standard pastime for her. Her calves and thighs tensed and ached as she walked slowly and with precision. It was actually much harder to perform the action slowly. Her damp panties chafed her pussy with the exaggerated movement. The small silken panties were still extremely comfortable except for the tiny triangle cupping her abused pussy. Her nipples were still hard, painfully so. They were in no danger of going down as long as she was moving, especially in the exaggerated walk she was currently performing.
The young schoolgirl continued prancing up and down the food hall. She was amazed at how accustomed she had become to walking with her hands firmly seated in the small of her back. It had felt strange to begin with but would any other way of walking feel strange to her now? Harper watched her as she ate her meal. With each step she took as she faced her, Clarice could see a flash of her miniscule white panties. She wondered what they felt like to wear. She had never worn a g-string, her uniform panties were the standard white briefs. And that bra, she mused as she watched her charge high-step towards her. The bra that Mrs Goodwin swore by for comfort, as did all the sluts as far as her fellow prefects reported.
She was sure Sarah's pussy was producing it's cream. The filed reports were quite specific on the issue: she would produce profusely for protracted periods with extremely minor provocation. Clarice wasn't sure she was entirely comfortable thinking about this stuff while eating but she was serious about her role. She needed to learn just as much as the sluts did if she was to make sure that Sarah excelled at everything she needed to.
"Stop," commanded Harper when Sarah was a few yards away. "Porter is your pussy wet?"
"I am a slut Miss."
"What? Your cunt is either wet or it isn't."
"Sorry Miss but my panties are wet from my last lesson."
"Pull up your skirt, move those panties to one side and get those fingers up in your cunt."
She dearly wanted to look at her handler, to know if she was angry or not but she kept her eyes forward like a good slut. Sarah reached down and inserted two fingers into her pussy, obeying the older girl without thought. When she pulled them out they were covered in numerous strands of her thick white cuntcream. Unsure what to do next, Sarah moved to attention, taking care not to wipe her cream on her clothes as she may soon be allowed to eat it.
"Miss, my pussy is wet."
"And what would you like to do with that cream you just mined?"
"I would like to eat it please, Miss," Sarah replied truthfully though a little bashfully.
"Good, a slut should never allow bodily fluids to be wasted. You may proceed. Then continue walking."
"Thank you Miss," said Sarah before quickly popping her fingers in her mouth, rapidly cleaning them with her tongue. She savoured the taste, wondering if it was because she was a slut or if pussy juice was simply an acquired taste that everyone eventually craved. It took only seconds for her to remove her juice and resume her passage up the hall.
She had taken no great care when she had removed the cream and her panties were now scrunched annoyingly to one side of her pussy. With each step the annoyance became more pronounced. She tried to ignore it but it was like an itch you could not scratch - the longer she left it the more it dominated her thoughts.
So, thought Harper, it was true. She had been given a slut with an insatiable sexual desire. Harper knew that it was this almost uncontrollable lust that was so highly prized in sluts but was also causing the behavioural problems she was having. It had to be fostered but controlled. She knew she could do it. It would take a lot of hard work but she could do it. There was no time like the present she thought, as she finished the last of her meal.
"Porter, clear the table."
Sarah rushed back to her handler and bent to clear the seated girl's dinner dishes. She collected the plate and glass and took them back past the counter and into the kitchen. Mrs Lancaster was not in sight, the first time Sarah had been past the counter without her present. She was not sure exactly what to do so she gently placed the dirty dishes on the counter next to the sink, gathered a dishcloth, and left without delay.
Miss Harper was waiting by the door when Sarah emerged into the food hall. The tired schoolgirl quickly wiped the tabletop and replaced the chair upside down on the table, making sure that it was completely square. Everything she did now was with the utmost speed. The presence of Miss Harper lounging by the doorway frightened her. She was scared that she would return only to find the room empty, prompting another panic-stricken chase through the corridors. She was surprised how terrifying the prospect of losing her handler was.
Sarah threw the cloth into the sink and dashed back into the food hall. Her shoulders visibly sagged in relief as she saw her handler still standing by the doorway. She smiled at the older girl and hurried over to her. As she approached, Harper turned, and without a word, led the way to the Trinity dorm.
Sarah followed her handler obediently, excited to be able to see her friends and classmates again though she knew she would not be allowed any real time to talk to them. Miss Harper was conducting extra training that would keep her occupied until it was time for her to sleep. She was grateful now, she only hoped she would remain so at the end of the session. With her newfound determination, thanks mainly to her recent detention, she was sure that she would. As the pair approached the open doorway to the Trinity lounge, Sarah could hear the muted sounds of conversation and activity. Her classmates were taking advantage of their free time, something Sarah had yet to experience.
She was amazed at the scene in the lounge as she stood in the open doorway. A small number of the girls were seated around one of the platforms deep in conversation. The majority of the girls however, were being led by Murphy in practicing the dance routine they had been taught the previous day. She was glad to see both her friends were among the girls practicing and a smile crept onto her face.
"Porter join those sluts dancing while I speak to Miss Peach," said Harper as she left the room.
Sarah stepped inside, scanned her tag, and immediately fell in behind Murphy and began to mimic her movements. This was what she needed. This had been what she had wanted to happen all afternoon, a chance to be with her friends practicing their lessons. She wondered what the handful of girls, who had not joined in the practice, were talking about. She tried not to think about it and focus on her dancing. It was by far the weakest part of anything she had learned and she was not sure how long she would have here.
She only had the chance for two full routines before Miss Harper returned. When the prefect stepped into the room, the seated girls stood to attention. The dancing girls stopped for one moment, but at a casual flick of the prefect's wrist, they continued their practice. Her handler clicked her fingers and Sarah stepped out of line and stepped obediently to her side.
"You sluts, what are you doing?" enquired Harper of the group of idle girls.
"Nothing Ma'am," replied Casta, instantly regretting her response.
"Really, well that is a shame. You can all practice dressing and undressing. Form a circle around this platform. Now you are to continue dressing and undressing until relieved. Your uniform is to be placed on the platform in front of you, neatly organised. Your primary focus is to provide a pleasing spectacle. Your secondary focus is speed. A slut must always be ready to display her equipment."
Sarah watched her classmates form a circle and being to remove their uniforms. It was a good lesson to learn, she thought, and it was a much better way to spend their time than just chatting. Her handler moved before any girl had even removed their blouse, keen to help her with her training Sarah thought. This was the first time she had even had a chance to see into the Trinity gym, and after scanning her eartag at the door, she glanced around at the equipment. The setup was very similar to the school gym, with the same basic equipment, though generally only one or two machines of each type. The machines however, were all different in some subtle, and some not so subtle, ways.
Each machine, be it spinbike, treadmill, or weight bench, had a flat screen computer monitor mounted on it. This however was not anything particularly special, she knew most gyms provided TV for the exercisers to watch. It was the other changes, those particular to Trinity house, that captured Sarah's attention. Each machine had numerous rings and attachment points welded to the metal frames, many of which contained the Velcro cuffs she was so familiar with from biology class. It was the dildos that really caught Sarah's eye. The room literally bristled with them.
The seat of the spinbikes consisted of little more than a two inch wide pad from which protruded a large black dildo. The treadmill's had a dildo extending from crossbar at the front of the machine, directly below the control panel. The seat of the weight machine had another poking up from its seat. The rowing machine not only had a dildo in the seat but one hung from an added bar that would be just the right height for the user's mouth when they had moved fully forward. An open cabinet against the far wall contained a myriad of alternate attachments, dildos and plugs of all shape, material and size.
"Undress," commanded Miss Harper.
Sarah immediately removed her tie and looked for where to place it. She quickly spotted the ubiquitous wall hooks and clothing bags on the wall beside the door. In moments she had removed her uniform and stood before her handler wearing only her heels and knee high socks. She had been able to see her classmates, undressing and dressing in the lounge as she herself removed her uniform. Shah was not performing very well, her movements bland and almost robotic. Once naked Sarah turned back to her handler and waited. She was a little apprehensive at using any of the machines, but there were a few that filled her with more than just trepidation. Miss Harper indicated the treadmill and Sarah made her way to the machine.
"Miss Peach has been wonderful enough to organise for the video of your first demonstration to be streamed to the treadmill. I know you have been falling behind in your classwork and this will not be allowed to continue. We will set you off at a low speed, three should do. As you can see, the Trinity gym has been setup to allow all you sluts to feel more at ease while exercising. You don't have to worry about your mind wandering, daydreaming about having your holes filled, as this room has been designed to accommodate your kind.
"Whatever educational video has been programmed will continue to run as long as the machine is under power. This means: you stop, it stops. Exercise is to continue until the program is finished. Step onto the belt. Move forward. Bend and take the dildo into your mouth."
Sarah followed her handler's direction and stepped onto the treadmill before bending at the waist at an almost 45 degree angle to get the dildo that hung from the control panel into her mouth. The dildo was very similar to her own and she pumped her mouth along the shaft a few times to help coat the it in saliva before taking three inches of the plastic rubber length in her mouth.
Once settled, Sarah felt Miss Harper take each hand and slide a Velcro cuff closed around each wrist. The cuffs must have been attached to each other as, once closed, a small movement let her know that her arms were now securely fastened behind her. She kept her eyes forward as Miss Harper bent below her. Sarah grunted in pain as a clamp of some kind closed firmly over her hard left nipple. Her right was soon similarly clamped.
"Well that looks entirely too slack," mused Miss Harper before bending down and tightening the cords that attached the clamps to the frame of the treadmill.
Sarah squealed as her nipples were pulled painfully away from her body, stretching her breasts before her. She shuffled slightly forward, forcing the cock a little further into her mouth in an effort to relieve the agonising pull.
"Yes much better," smiled Harper. "I know you have a tendency to become slack. These measures will not only help you to remain focused but they shall also help your balance."
Her handler pushed a button on the control panel above her and the treadmill began to move. Sarah started walking, her bent posture was extremely awkward and put a great strain on her calves and the back of her thighs. With each step her body moved forward, the dildo moved in and out of her mouth and the clamps pulled on her nipples.
She immediately increased her speed to keep her nipples from being pulled off. This meant that the head of the dildo pushed into the back of her throat. The first time this happened Sarah almost gagged. She pulled back off the dildo, which caused her nipples to be yanked hard. She screamed, though it came out more as a gurgle as the dildo effectively muffled the sound, and stepped faster allowing herself to move further up the treadmill.
It was then that the monitor in front of her sprang to life. As large as life on the screen was her pussy and Miss Rice could clearly be heard discussing it’s various features. Sarah's face reddened at the remembered humiliation of her first biology lesson. A lesson that was only a day in the past but felt as if it was another era of time. Beads of sweat broke out over her body as the strain of the unusual position began to take its toll. The young girl quickly found a rhythm and tried to ignore the pain in her legs and nipples and focus on the lesson on the screen. She watched as her pussy was manipulated and discussed so clinically. She watched as Mitchell sucked the cream from her pussy with a straw. She watched as she was stimulated by Miss Rice's talented hands. She watched as a metal probe penetrated her urethra and she watched as she writhed in the throes of her first ever orgasm.
Through this whole ordeal Sarah continued to walk on the treadmill. She kept pace with the speed her handler had set and did not falter again. Even when she stayed far forward, her head tilted back to take as much of the dildo in her throat as she could, the clamps still caused her much pain. Her breasts swayed with each step causing the cords to tighten, removing the minute amount of slack she had been able to gain. Her entire body was drenched in sweat. It streamed down her sides and legs, soaking the top of her knee-high socks. Hot beads of salty liquid dripped from her face and she blinked often to clear the sweat that seeped into the corner of her eyes. Sarah had completely lost track of time and was surprised when the screen in front of her went black. The treadmill underneath her shut off and she slowly came to a halt.
The drenched schoolgirl's chest heaved and her legs quivered as she came to a stop on the treadmill, her mouth still firmly impaled on the large dildo. She slowly came to her senses. Where was Miss Harper? How long had she been walking? Was her ordeal at an end?
"Ok, I know you are hot and tired so let's do a gentle cooling down," said Miss Harper from behind her.
She must have been behind her the entire time, thought Sarah, watching her to make sure she was moving in a pleasing way and keeping her focus on the task she had been set. Sarah squealed in pain, but was immensely relieved, when the clamps were removed from her nipples and allowed to swing free. She stamped her feet as the blood rushed into the abused flesh, flushing the tiny pink buds with a fresh agony.
"Clean your machine and come over here."
Sarah moved slowly off the dildo, careful to keep her neck straight and move smoothly. She licked the dildo clean of all traces of her saliva thankful that all the frothy strings had clung either to the dildo itself or her chin. Her entire body was covered in sweat, a few strands of saliva running down her chin were as nothing. She surveyed the treadmill with a critical eye, noting where a few droplets of sweat had darkened the belt of the treadmill. They were already drying so she felt there was no way she could clean those. Satisfied with the state of the machine she made her way to Miss Harper's side.
"Ten seconds to lubricate and then you are to mount," Miss Harper directed.
As soon as her handler had removed the cuffs from her wrists, Sarah sprang towards the spin-bike that stood behind her. A fat, six inch dildo stood where the seat should be, protruding from a two inch wide, four inch long, shelf. In a moment Sarah's head was bobbing up and down, trying to deposit as much saliva as she could onto the dry plastic cock. In ten seconds this would be going inside her she thought, she would be putting it into her pussy.
Once her ten seconds were up Sarah put her foot in the left pedal, grabbed the handlebars and stepped onto the bike. Her right foot quickly found the remaining pedal, that she noticed were designed specifically for the high heels she wore. Sarah stood up straight on the bike, her ass high in the air. With a last deep breath, she lowered herself gently onto the dildo seat. She would very much have liked to look down between her legs to help guide herself onto the dildo but she kept her eyes straight ahead as she had been taught.
As she came close to where she thought the dildo was she felt it bump into her left buttock: she was way off. Sarah corrected and shifted her body to position the dildo at the entrance of her pussy. The bulbous head of the fake cock sank an inch into her cunt. Sarah was surprised with the ease in which it penetrated, before realising that her pussy was obviously very wet. This time she had not noticed when it had begun; had it been as she watched Mitchell suck the cream from her pussy, or when she had watched herself orgasm. Or maybe it had been the prolonged sucking of the treadmill dildo. The reason why, she told herself, was irrelevant. She was wet and she was glad.
Sarah gasped as she lowered herself gently onto the seat. The dildo slowly penetrated her pussy, causing sensations she tried her best to ignore. Down she went until her mons rested on the tiny platform. The entire length of the dildo was now deep inside her. She could feel her pussylips touching the thin leather platform at the base of the dildo's shaft. Her eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled back as she fought to control the feelings that pulsed inside her.
She opened her eyes and stared at Miss Harper as she felt the ubiquitous Velcro cuffs once again fastened around her wrists. Her hands were now secured to the handlebars of the bike. Similar cuffs were fitted around her ankles. She was now trapped on the bike until someone else released her.
"Begin Porter. Just keep it above ten. This is simply to make sure your muscles don't cool down too quickly. Understand?"
"Yes Miss," Sarah gasped as she began to pedal the bike.
As her legs pumped the pedals up and down the dildo moved in her pussy with each motion. Sarah quickly found herself in trouble. She could feel the orgasm building and tried to think of something to distract her. Miss Harper, inadvertently came to her rescue.
"Porter, what did your detention teach you?"
"Miss, my detention taught me that I am the property of my owner. I knew already that I was, but I learned that my body exists to serve. All my holes and all the equipment that I have exist to serve."
"That’s a good lesson to learn Porter. What else?"
"Um Miss, I learned that I think too much with my pussy and that I have an internal locus and these are things I have to work on to be a better slut," Sarah replied, moaning softly as the dildo moved inside her as she pedalled.
"And what do you have to say about what you learned?"
"Um, I am very sorry for by poor behaviour, Miss. I know what I have been doing wrong and I will do better. I know that I belong to my owner and I am really grateful for him seeing my potential and enrolling me at Harkwood and Miss I am trying to do better but please Miss I need more training because I am thinking now a lot about my pussy."
"What do you mean?" quizzed her handler.
"Miss, the dildo in my pussy is making me really want to come but Miss I don't think I deserve to come and this happens a lot, when I should be thinking of something else I am thinking of my pussy," replied Sarah between gasps.
"I see. Your problem, no doubt as most of them will be, is mental. Your body is most definitely the body of a slut. Your cunt juices-up at the drop of a hat and your nipples are constantly hard, and these things are as they should be. You have the instincts of a slut too but mentally you have a problem. Even during this conversation it is easy to see why. Numerous times you have said "my pussy". But it's not is it? Do you see where you are going wrong, hmmm? Tell me about your pussy now Porter."
Sarah knew exactly what her handler meant. "My owner's pussy is very wet Miss. It has a dildo inside it and each time I pedal it feels so wonderful and brings me closer to orgasm."
"Better Porter but still not good enough. Each time you think about your cunt or each time you mention it make sure you use the correct terminology. Your cunt is not an "it" to you now is it?"
"No Miss."
"Well?" Miss Harper pushed.
"No Miss, I am sorry Miss. My owner's pussy is not an it."
"Well, not to you Porter, to your superiors however it is whatever they wish. To me, your cunt is just another apparatus on which you need to be trained. You have no idea how to use it. In fact you have no idea how to use any of your holes right now. For a slut, that is unforgivable. A slut not knowing how to use her holes is like a hairdresser not knowing how scissors work. But Porter that is why you are here after all. Back to your cunt though. Each time you have a spare moment I want you to think about your body and think about each piece of equipment you have. And when you do I want you to make sure you give credit where credit is due. Do you understand?"
"Yes Miss," Sarah all but moaned.
She was doing her best to listen to her handler. She knew it was a valuable piece of training that would help her with her behaviour. She hoped it would help her to stop letting her pussy get her into trouble and help her to have an external focus. She thought about it now. My owner's pussy is wet. My owner's pussy is stuffed full with a dildo. My owner's pussy is making me want to come.
Sarah was surprised how thinking about herself in that way made it a little easier to curb the ecstasy bursting from between her legs. It was only marginal but she hoped that with time and as she reinforced it more and more she would be able to control her owner's pussy instead of it controlling her. She could still feel her plump pussylips pushed cruelly into the small shelf at the base of the dildo seat. Her weight was resting almost entirely on the dildo inside her, the small pad only allowing her mons and asshole to take a minor part of the load.
Her hands and feet did little to help support her. She could raise herself only marginally off the tiny seat as the stress it placed on her legs was too great. Besides each time she did so the dildo slid in and out of her sopping wet pussy causing her even greater pleasure. It was a pleasure she was doing her best to ignore, but she felt she was fighting a losing battle. She was trying so hard not to give in to the sensations the dildo was causing. But it was not just the dildo in her pussy. The pedalling motion was causing her breasts to sway, her hard nipples pulling the pendant breast meat in the most pleasurable of ways. Her clit was pushing against the leather pad at the base of the dildo, each revolution causing it to grind against the hard surface.
"Porter, before you go to sleep each night you are to kneel beside your bed, cup your pussy with your left hand and recite your new mantra as you caress yourself. You can step down and we will try it out now."
Miss Harper undid the cuffs on Sarah's ankles and wrists as Sarah sat patiently on the spinbike, chest heaving only partly from the exercise itself. Once her restraints had been released the schoolgirl raised herself off the dildo, groaning as the slick shaft slid out of her pussy, the bulbous head spreading open her pussy as it popped out. The exhausted schoolgirl immediately stood at attention facing the bike, waiting for the command to clean the mess she had made. She knew that the dildo would be liberally coated in her cream, she could feel her pussylips and inner thighs coated in her sticky juices.
"Clean and then go to your bed and kneel," commanded Miss Harper, before leaving the room.
Sarah bent at the waist and began to clean the bike. She was right, the dildo was completely covered in her thick white cream, the black shaft glistening in the bright lights. The small seat from which it protruded was almost entirely covered in thick globules of the clumpy white discharge. She began by taking the head of the dildo in her mouth and swirling her tongue around it's wide girth. She flicked her tongue across the head, practicing a few of her tongue techniques. She did not waste any extra time doing this but she thought it was a great opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. She licked the shaft clean, stepping forward to lean around the dildo and lick the other side, before turning her attentions to the small shelf from which the dildo protruded. In only a few seconds she had licked the bike clean of her cuntcream.
Sarah licked her lips, satisfied that the bike was clean and savouring the taste of her pussy. Her owner's pussy, she quickly corrected herself. I enjoy the taste of my owner's pussy, Sarah said to herself. She did not blush when she admitted it silently. She smiled as went to join her handler, happy that she was making progress. Not even the process of scanning her eartag before she left could remove the smile from her face.
She had not been told to dress so she walked through the house-lounge naked, but for her heels and socks. She spared a quick glance for the circle of girls, still dressing and undressing as they had been ordered. Her friends, and the dancers, were not in the lounge. She could not see them, but she could hear that they were in the shower room. She saw the clock as she walked to the dorm, it was only a couple of minutes before the hot water would be turned on for their nightly showers. No wonder every girl that could, was waiting by the showers.
Miss Harper was standing in the dorm, inspecting her cupboard when Sarah arrived. She scanned her tag and kneeled before her bed and waited to be acknowledged. She hoped that this would be quick so she could join her friends in the showers while the water was hot. There it was again Sarah chastised herself. That was very selfish thinking. What was some hot water when she was receiving training to help her be a better slut and improve her behaviour.
"Hand on cunt Porter," commanded her handler. "Now each time you recite your mantra, you stroke that puss. Your middle finger is to dip between your cuntlips and brush your clit at the culmination of each stroke. As you do so your fingers to either side are to squeeze, pushing your lips together. Do not stuff any of those fingers into your cunt. This is not for you to get yourself off, it is to help get your mind in the right place. You need your mind to be in tune with your body. Now show me."
Sarah’s left hand had moved to her pussy without hesitation at the command of the older girl. She immediately felt the sheen of cuntjuice as she did so. As her handler spoke she slid her middle finger between her lips and rested the tip of her finger at the entrance to her pussy. At first she had been a little worried because she hadn't known what her handler had been talking about when she first mentioned her 'mantra', but now Sarah was sure she knew what she meant.
"My owner's cunt exists to serve," said the kneeling teen as she stroked her pussy as she had been told. Her middle finger nudged her clit as she spoke the final word, eliciting a tiny moan of pleasure from her still highly aroused pussy.
"Again."
"My owner's cunt exists to serve."
"Ten times before bed each night Porter. Now show me your hand."
Sarah held her hand out in front of her, palm up, to show Miss Harper the evidence of her arousal. She kept her eyes forward but she knew what she would see if she looked down. Even now she could feel her juices flowing.
"Porter, I... Porter what does it taste like?"
"It tastes nice, Miss. I like the taste of my owner's pussy," Sarah replied, unable to place the emotion she heard in her handler's voice. She had been about to say something different Sarah was sure.
"What about the other sluts?"
"I have tasted Taylor's pussy, Miss. I didn't particularly like its taste but I think that I was just not used to it."
"So you are used to your own?"
"No Miss, sorry for not being clear Miss. I had not tasted my pus-, my owner's pussy before yesterday. It is just that I like the taste of my owner's pussy."
"Ok Porter, clean your hand and join your classmates in the showers, our lessons for tonight are finished. I will see you in your holding cell at lunch tomorrow. I suggest you don't go gallivanting around the school as you did today."
"Yes Miss, thank you Miss."
"Dismissed Porter."
Sarah stood up and curtsied to her handler. She brought her hand up to her face and systematically cleaned the small smear of white cream from her fingers. Once clean she collected her shower bag and scurried to meet her friends, the showers already running as she scanned her eartag. The circle of girls was still in the lounge, systematically adding and removing their uniforms. As she walked past, Sarah could see the girls watch her with envious eyes.
She quickly removed her shoes and socks and stepped into the half-empty shower room. She made her way over to her friends, who were showering together in the middle of the room. Sarah turned the water on at the nozzle next to Murphy, smiled at her and began to wet her body under the warm soothing spray.
"Glad to have you back, Port," Murphy smiled.
"Glad to be back, Murph," Sarah laughed. She was ecstatic to be back with her friends. She had not realised how much her time with them meant until now.
"You were gone a long time," Mitchell interjected.
"Well Mitch, I had a lot to do," Sarah replied as she lathered her hair.
"Spill it Port. What was the detention like? I have looked at your pretty little body and I can't see any extra marks," said Murphy, checking out Sarah's naked body in an obvious way.
"Murph, it was a good detention. I really learned a lot but you should try your best not to have one."
"That's not much help. All the girls are dying to know what happens in a detention," Murphy responded, pushing her friend to divulge the details.
"If you must know," Sarah said a little petulantly, "I had a magnet clamped to my pussy and I had to pick up bits of metal from the floor. It was the most painful thing I have ever done. Then I had to drink some disgusting tasting liquid as my dinner. And the whole time Mrs Huffington Smythe was teaching me to be a better slut."
As Sarah reached for the gloves and soap, to start washing herself, she risked a glance at her friends. Both Murphy and Mitchell had stopped what they were doing and were just watching her, looks of amazement on their faces.
"Sorry Port," Murphy started, moving forward to hug her short friend. "When I didn't see you had any cane strokes or anything I thought maybe you were writing lines or something. Can you forgive me for being so insensitive?"
Sarah felt Mitchell hug her from behind. The trembling schoolgirl felt safe and content, enveloped as she was in the soft, warm flesh of her friends. She could feel Mitchell's large breasts pressed into her back and her breath on her ear.
"Of course I forgive you Murph. I was a little short too and I’m sorry. It was terrible and I never want to do it again, but I have another one tomorrow," Sarah said resting her head on Murphy’s shiny white shoulder. "I learnt a lot though. Come on let's get back to it and I'll tell you all about it."
With that there girls split and went back to soaping up their nubile bodies. It was then that the rest of the Trinity girls tramped into the shower room. They were all fully clothed and were frantic to remove their uniforms and get into the shower before the hot water was switched off. Sarah felt a little sorry for them but they had no one to blame but themselves, she thought. She turned back to her friends and began explaining the most important thing she had learned in her detention. It was a wisdom that she felt needed to be shared.
"Murphy, you know how we are property now?" Sarah questioned tentatively.
"Yeah, like a car," Murphy replied a little flatly.
"And you know how our holes and our tits and everything are like the equipment of a slut."
"Yeah like a mechanic and his hammer," Mitchell joined in.
"Kinda, Mitch. Well do you ever have trouble thinking of yourself like that?"
"Of course Port, don't you?" Murphy asked somewhat incredulous.
"Yeah Murph but that's the thing right. We shouldn't because that's just the way it is now. But I learned that if, when you think about your pussy, that you think "my owner's pussy" instead that it really helps to remind yourself that you are owned by someone."
The two other girls said nothing, attempting to understand just where she was coming from. Sarah wasn't sure she was explaining it right and was desperate to impart the knowledge she had gained, desperate for her friends to share in her lesson.
"Like right now I am washing my owner's pussy," Sarah said as her gloved hands snaked their way between her legs. "See? And before I came into the shower, Miss Harper, my handler, taught me that before bed each night I am to repeat my mantra and it is "my owner's cunt exists to serve". And when I was stroking my pussy, my owner's cunt was wet. Get it?"
Sarah finished rinsing her body and turned to look at her friends, luxuriating under the still warm shower. Murphy was standing under her shower head, her eyes closed, letting the water wash over her face. Sarah looked to Mitchell and could almost see the cogs in the buxom girls mind turn over. As she started to feel the heat fade from the water Sarah turned off her taps and stepped out of the shower. She began drying herself with a small scratchy towel and was soon surrounded by girls. The eight girls who had started late were still under the showers, trying frantically to finish and get out of the now cold water.
Sarah hoped her friends had understood what she was trying to teach them. She was only a young girl, an untrained slut, and she didn't know if she was really the person to be teaching other sluts but it was so important that she felt it would be a disservice not to try and help her friends. She lost Murphy in the sudden crush of girls so moved off towards the far end of the room, preparing to brush her teeth.
Mitchell found her first, patting down her breasts as she took up a position next to Sarah. She knew she wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but her heart was in the right place and Sarah had a feeling she would be a truly loyal friend. Ever since they had kissed in Miss Watson's class Sarah had felt an attraction to the well-built girl. She knew that Mitchell had felt the same, often feeling her eyes upon her in the dorm. Sarah was not sure what it was, but she knew it was real.
"My owner's pussy is wet," Mitchell whispered in Sarah's ear as she dried her hair.
Despite the warmth in the room, Sarah shivered, her entire left side breaking out in gooseflesh. Without consciously moving Sarah reached down and ran two fingers along Mitchell's pussylips. She was rewarded with a soft moan as Mitchell closed her legs, trapping Sarah's hand against her. Mitchell crossed her arms across her chest, pushing her breasts together. Sarah looked at the older girl with desire in her eyes, not knowing or caring about the rest of the world.
"You are a good slut, Mitch," Sarah whispered back, slowly removing her hand from the soft, fleshy trap of her friend's thighs. "And I'm really glad we’re friends."
"I want to kiss you Port."
"We can't Mitch, we have to get permission."
"I know, I'm just saying I want to. Port, I love you."
"I love you too Mitch," said Sarah, her eyes growing moist as she returned the sentiment. She had never had a best friend that she could have ever shared those feelings with before. She knew there was more to it now. Their presence in this place and their status provided a whole new dimension to it, but she was sure of how she felt.
"What are you two talking about over here in your sexy little huddle," said Murphy lighteartedly.
"I love you Murph," Sarah said as she turned to the glistening Irish teen.
"Oh Port, you are just too cute for words. I love you too."
Sarah hugged the flame-haired girl, knowing as she did so that her feelings were not the same as Mitchell's. She knew Murphy meant it, without doubt, but it lacked the intensity that consumed Mitchell. She was glad Murph was her study partner but she hoped that she would have a chance to study with Mitchell too.
The night wore on and Sarah completed her nightly ablutions, brushing her teeth and her hair and returning, naked as always, to her dorm. She had a few moments before the lights were to be turned off and she knelt at the side of her bed and began what was to become part of her everyday routine.
"My owner's cunt exists to serve," Sarah recited, once she had adopted the correct position.
All sound and movement in the dormitory ceased. Sarah knew that every eye and ear was firmly focused on her and she blushed at the realisation that she was the centre of attention. She caressed her pussy and recited her mantra again and again. blocking out her surroundings, her mind shrinking, focusing on the sensations in her pussy and the words that encompassed her entire reason for being.
"My owner's cunt exists to serve," intoned Sarah for the tenth time. She removed her hand from her pussy and without hesitation licked it clean. Her body had not failed her, producing what she had come to expect as the normal amount of cream. The taste was a little strange and Sarah was worried for a second, until she realised that it was the minty toothpaste in her mouth that had changed the flavour of her cream.
As she stood up and climbed into bed, she looked around the dorm. Murphy was looking at her appraisingly, an expression on her face that Sarah could not define. Almost every other girl in the room was looking at her strangely, clearly perplexed and somewhat disdainful. Mitchell, however was smiling and blew her a kiss. It was an image that Sarah would hold on to long after the lights went out and she waited exhaustedly for sleep to claim her.
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