Sarah Porter's Schooldays

Chapter 29. In which Sarah learns more about jewellery.

"Piercings."

Miss Rice looked out at the sea of pretty, teenage faces. So many retained that attractive air of innocence, none more so than the petite Porter. Her life before Harkwood had been particularly sheltered, which the teacher found astounding in such a natural slut. She was one of the cutest girls she had ever seen. How she had remained a virgin was something that she would get to the bottom of eventually.

"You all have your ears pierced but there are so very many more places in which a slut can receive a piercing. As our classes have focused on the cunt, we shall continue the theme. There are more than 30 separate locations in which a slut can receive a piercing in her cunt. A cunt can be pierced either for aesthetics or for functionality. Porter, in position."

Sarah stood up, fearful of what the next hour would bring. She quickly undressed and hopped up into the familiar chair at the front of the class. She had spent far more time in this chair than on her own seat during her first week of classes. She lifted her legs into the stirrups, spreading them wide, showing off her pussy to the class. She knew there was a thin sheen of moisture on her lips and she blushed knowing that this would be obvious to all her classmates. She lifted her arms beside her head, bending her elbows to rest her wrists on the open cuffs behind the headrest.

"Restraints are not necessary for this class but I see you are eager to have them. It is but a moment," said Miss Rice as she fastened Sarah's wrists into the tight cuffs, followed by those around her ankles.

Sarah had not really wanted to be restrained, she had just adopted the position that she assumed Miss Rice wanted her in. It wasn't too bad though, she didn’t mind all that much. She could not move or interfere with Miss Rice's lesson and she felt comfort in the restraints, there was a safety in such a loss of freedom, she could not be tempted to do the wrong thing. It was not until Miss Rice threaded the thick leather belt underneath her that she regretted her assumption.

The belt was two inches wide and Miss Rice cinched it painfully tight. It narrowed Sarah's waist by a phenomenal amount and made it more difficult to breathe. It was not a form of restraint that she felt comfortable in. To complete her bondage a penis gag was inserted into her mouth. Her lips parted almost involuntarily as the gag came close and for a while Sarah forgot about the tight belt around her waist.

"Today we are going to learn about the different kinds of piercings and their different uses," said Miss Rice, as she wheeled a trolley close to Sarah.

The suddenly tense schoolgirl became deeply worried. She had heard about people getting piercings, and she had seen many girls, and boys, with metal all over their faces but she had never contemplated her pussy being pierced. It was not until a few days ago, when she had seen the piercings of her teachers, that the concept had even occurred to her. She was scared, more scared than she had been before her first detention. She hated needles. She only had her ears pierced because her mother had wanted her to, though she had to admit that she enjoyed wearing earrings. To have a needle anywhere near her pussy made her want to cry from the thought alone.

"Today we will be using clamps to indicate the various piercing locations, which will be supplemented by pictures and videos," Sarah breathed a sigh of relief as the large-screen TV was lowered across her body, hiding her from her classmates. It was to be another lesson where her body was used as a teaching tool. Well not her whole body, Sarah thought. It was only her pussy that was of interest. It was strange to feel that she was indeed simply a collection of body parts to be used as others saw fit. Being made to stare at the back of a TV only reinforced the demeaning objectification she felt.

"We will start with the very basic of cunt piercings. Most sluts will have at least one of these depending on her owner's preference. You will be happy to know that each slut’s owner has opted for a tongue piercing. Really a standard, and minimal level of adornment for any slut. Of course there are some owners who prefer their slut not to have any piercing but this is quite unusual. But girls, that is for another lesson. First up, we will see a horizontal clit hood piercing."

Sarah felt a sharp pricking pain in her pussy. It was not as painful as the clamps she had previously experienced. To be honest it was more localised and felt more like a needle. She could not help herself, despite all her training and hard work, and her eyes flicked down and peeked at her pussy. Down past her flattened breasts, each nipple standing hard at attention, past her belly, tightly cinched, she saw what had been applied to her sex.

A small metal ring, that looked very much like an earring was fixed firmly on her clit hood. She could clearly see that it had a small clip at the back which when closed, clamped the two open ends of the ring tightly together. The small ring looked so tightly clamped that Sarah could almost have believed it was a real piercing. She quickly brought her eyes forward, focusing again on the blank back of the television.

"Piercings can take many forms but the two most common are the ring and the bar. On the screen you can also see a number of other variations on this particular piercing including the horseshoe. As this part of the cunt is delicate, the clitoral hood piercings, and those of the clit itself, are for visual appeal. Bells and all manner of other jewellery can be hung from these piercings. Small weights or a leash, can of course be applied but it is usual for other piercings to be used for purposes of restraint.

"Next of course are the cuntlips. We have the inner and outer cuntlips that can be pierced, but we will focus first on the outer lips as these provide far more scope," taught Miss Rice as Sarah lay back, waiting for the coming pain.

She did not wait long. First her left and then her right labia were clamped. Then each was clamped again and moments later a third time. Sarah almost squealed as the last clamp was put in place. She could imagine what she looked like, though she dared not risk a further glance. A neat row of three metal clamps was attached to each lip. The clamps had been applied perfectly, aligned across from each other.

"A slut may wear any number of cuntlip piercings. It is common for either one or three as these are more aesthetically pleasing. Of course if we add a fourth, further down on the cunt, around the hole itself," said Miss Rice, matching actions with words, "we can produce a very pretty and very functional effect."

Sarah felt the sensual hands of her teacher at her opening and felt her juices begin to flow. It was at these times that she was glad her body was hidden from her classmates as she blushed furiously at what her classmates must be thinking. The supine schoolgirl felt a sharp tug on the clamps and groaned softly as the pain intensified.

"See how pretty that looks girls. By adding such a tie, the sluts cunt is effectively off limits. Of course it is possible for small insertion but a dildo, cock or more than one finger is unable to penetrate. On the screen are some very interesting variations on the cuntlip piercings. Of special note are the tunnels and the rivets. The tunnels provide the benefit of much greater strength. Larger and heavier weights can be attached to these. When a tunnelled cunt is threaded like shoe, it is a very attractive sight indeed.

"You will enjoy this girls,” said Miss Rice, smiling widely. “Two years ago one slut, 2 months prior to her graduation, was fitted with three outer cuntlip piercings of the stud variety. Each stud was a powerful magnet that kept her cunt closed at all times. Unless of course her owner wished otherwise whereby special thigh straps were worn which pulled the slut's cunt apart. It was a very specific request. I suggest you all take a look, it is archived under the slut's name, P Scott. I have since learned that a separate set of studs has also been fitted at times and these have a reverse effect, keeping the pussylips apart at all times. Just imagine how delicious that would feel."

As Miss Rice took a break and removed the clamps from Sarah's pussy her mind wandered, as much as the sharp stabbing pains from the clamp removal allowed. Would she be receiving any of these piercings mentioned? The fact that she would be having her tongue pierced still weighed heavily upon her. She could not imagine how she would feel if her pussy was pierced. She was unable to see any of the stock pictures Miss Rice was using to supplement the demonstration her pussy was being used for. She was struggling to visualise how it would look. She had to trust in the opinion of her teacher in that they were pleasing for a slut to have.

"This next short video demonstrates the ability of certain piercings for their functionality rather than their beauty. Note how the tunnel piercings are superior," observed Miss Rice.

Sarah heard muted gasps from the normally silent class. Her curiosity was running rampant. She wanted to see what her classmates were seeing, but as she could not her mind turned to how strange her classes were now. Not the subject matter itself, which she no longer felt as strange, but the difference in atmosphere. The fact that barely audible gasps had seemed so loud and out of place, was testament to how the Trinity house classes were run. There was no talking, no giggling, no passing of notes. Each class was taught in complete silence, the only sounds that broke the quiet came from the teacher.

Her daydreaming was interrupted as fresh clamps were applied to her inner labia. Sarah's delicate inner lips were small, usually hidden by her plump outer lips. She was more conscious of these new clamps. They not only hurt the soft pink folds of her pussy but she could feel them as they pushed against the more sensitive outer folds.

"You can see that such piercings as these can often provide little in the way of added attraction. Inner lip piercings are a very individual affair. Even so there remain some definite possibilities. These pictures are from a former student. They detail a nine month period over which the inner lips were stretched to almost three inches in length. This particular slut's owner had a very specific plan for his property. Permanent weights are worn on the cuntlips providing the slut with not only a unique look but a unique set of sensations I think we can all agree."

This time the class remained completely silent. The picture Miss Rice described was not one that Sarah would enjoy, of that she was sure. Since her enrolment as a student in Trinity house she had seen a great number of pussies. She had quickly formed the opinion that she much preferred those in which the inner lips were small and rarely seen. There was just something neater and smoother about them, especially as sluts were to be kept clean.

For the second time that day Sarah felt terribly lonely. She had once again been segregated from the class experience. Even though her sex was part of the lesson it did not make her feel any more a part of the class. She was present only in her capacity as a tool for demonstration. She felt melancholy, though she tried to focus on the lesson as best she could. She tried to conjure images in her head of what the piercings were like but as she felt the clamps being removed from her inner lips, she could only wonder what was to come next.

"Cox clean the cunt quickly," said Miss Rice as she ordered the items on the trolley.

Sarah heard the soft swish of material and the click of heels on the floor before feeling the hot tongue and mouth of her classmate on her pussy. Sarah responded instantly. Her stomach muscles tightened and she could feel the quiver in her spread thighs. She knew her pussy would have thrust itself forward if she had not been so severely strapped to the table by the strict restraint around her waist.

As suddenly as it began, the pleasure stopped. Sarah almost moaned in disappointment, though she managed to check herself in time. She could just imagine how that would have seemed to Miss Rice. No doubt it would have been fuel to the fire of the predicament she was already in. She had to get her cunt under control.

"This next piercing is called a fourchette," said Miss Rice as she applied a single clamp to Sarah's helpless body.

An intense pinching pain caused the young girl to gasp. The clamp had been applied to that soft, sensitive piece of flesh at the opening of her pussy, almost between her pussy and asshole. Sarah could not imagine what a piercing there would provide. So far this clamp was the most painful of the lesson, so she assumed a piercing would be too. If someone had asked her where on a girl could be pierced she would never in a million years have thought this could be an answer.

"This piercing, apart from being a rather pretty placement is quite useful for plug attachment. This photo shows an attractive D ring configuration perfect to attach a plug. Many sluts are fitted with an anal plug 24 hours a day. This piercing provides an excellent way to secure the plug to the slut so that she is never parted from it even during bowel voiding. It is very beneficial as a slut will, understandably of course, become very attached to her plug, seeing it as more a friend than a mere object.

"For the next 10 minutes familiarise yourself with the screened images. For tomorrows lesson you are to prepare a three minute oral report on which piercings you feel would suit your cunt and which piercings you would like to receive. There are a number of additional resources in the library and of course on the computer archive."

For ten minutes silence reigned in the classroom. Sarah stared at the back of the television as her classmates were treated to a scrolling slideshow of almost every conceivable genital piercing. The painful clamp had been left pinching her soft flesh and the increasing agony did nothing to ameliorate the young girl’s mood.

While her classmates were able to learn, Sarah laid back and tried to think about piercings - which ones would suit her, which ones she would like. She had no real frame of reference for any of it, besides the decision was one solely for her owner, but that did not mean that the exercise would not be taken seriously. It was just that with her detention after class, the additional exercises Miss Vonn was organising and the strict attentions her handler was now intimating would be in effect, she wondered if she would be able to do the assignment at all. She had yet to find the time to read any of her school manual.

The more Sarah was left to herself, the further her thoughts spiralled away from where they should be. At the end of the ten minutes, which passed in silence, Miss Rice shut off the television screen and turned back to the class. Sarah was oblivious, hidden as she was behind the lowered screen.

"The cunt, as we have seen, is a versatile platform for adornment. In subsequent lessons we shall deal with other areas, such as the tongue, nose and nipples. These areas provide a lessened scope but remain interesting. A slut's adornments are chosen by her owner but it will be a slut's duty to see to their upkeep. This will also be addressed in future lessons. As a little prelude I think it would be fun to do a little quiz. Mitchell, how many piercings do you think would provide the most attractive enhancement."

"Six Ma’am," replied Mitchell without pause.

"Hinka?"

"One Ma’am," the German teen replied, a definite quiver in her voice.

"Clark?"

"Seven Ma'am," came a hesitant voice, barely above a whisper.

"Well some interesting choices. I look forward to your presentations to hear the qualifications for these choices. I will let you know that all your cunts have been evaluated and the optimal configuration is known. Of course this is not to say that you will receive these, it is your owner's choice, optimal or not. What your owner chooses is correct, just as it would be if they chose a particular decor for their house or a certain cut of suit."

Sarah now had to worry about an assignment that she had to complete overnight but without the proper knowledge the rest of her class had been afforded. Her status as class apparatus, while helping her classmates to learn, was hampering her own studies. She already had so much to do outside of class time, she was going to be very busy and she would need to be on her best behaviour to avoid any further detentions or catch-up classes due to her poor performance.

Finally, as her classmates contemplated the lesson, Miss Rice turned back to Sarah and removed the small metal clamp from her pussy. The rush of blood back into the pinched flesh made the prostrate schoolgirl wince but she remained stoically quiet. She had spent another class on the demonstration chair, harshly restrained, able to move her body mere fractions of an inch. The fact that the restraints during her most recent lesson was unnecessary and caused solely by her own actions, was something that the teenager had thought on often during the last hour.

The restraints were not something which she sought, at least she did not think so, but they were also not something that caused her too much concern. Could she be said to enjoy her bondage? Is that why she had automatically moved into position for them? It was true that while she was strapped down, unable to move, she felt a certain sense of comfort. A sense that she had no decisions to make, her fate was out of her hands and this provided her with a freedom of thought which she found comforting. Apart from the terribly tight belt around her waist, her bondage did not even cause her any great discomfort. She had quickly learned to flex her muscles periodically to prevent cramping or numbness.

Sarah had so many thoughts whirling around her brain that at times she was overwhelmed at the prospect. She vowed to talk to her handler the first opportunity that arose in an attempt to get some clarity or understanding on certain things. If Miss Harper did not know, then surely she could advise Sarah on where to seek the understanding. She was just a slut, trying to do her best but she needed guidance and direction. She needed to be told what to do. It had been this realisation days ago that had caused her so much angst but had ultimately led her to such a rapid acceptance of her life as a slut. She had come to accept that not only was the female designed to serve but that she took great solace in the structure the life of a slut provided: following orders, serving others, devoting herself to doing as she was told, knowing that it would please her superiors.

The bell rang signalling the end of the class and the end of the schoolday. Her classmates, sitting at attention on their stools, would be heading back to the dormitory for a period of free time. Sarah's day however was simply entering another phase of discipline. Miss Rice dismissed the class and the prone teen watched as her friends and fellow sluts filed out of the classroom. When the last girl had left, the large television that hung over Sarah was raised and Miss Rice busied herself with sorting the various items that had been used during the lesson.

She waited patiently for her turn to be attended to. Instead of joining the other girls of Trinity house in the dorm she had to attend her third detention. There was nothing she could do but sit and wait patiently. She was only as important as the clips or the trolley or the TV that had been used for the lesson. She should not expect to be seen to first, though as a slut only beginning her training it was still hard to accommodate some aspects of her status. Not only was she often seen as simply a collection of body parts and how they could be used, she was often deemed less important than inanimate objects. It was yet another topic on which Sarah needed to seek extra guidance.

It was hard not to be thought of as a person. It had become increasingly clear that a slut was not considered a person, not considered a person in the same sense as normal people. A slut was an entirely separate entity, one whose boundaries and expectations she was only beginning to glimpse.

Once all the other items had been collected, Miss Rice turned to Sarah and perfunctorily released the cuffs that bound her to the chair. As usual the last restraint to be removed was the strict belt that constrained her waist. She knew that were she to look down, she would see a thick red band around her waist, almost as if the belt had left behind a shadow of itself. The last time she had worn such a restraint the markings had not completely disappeared for hours after.

"Check each slut's seat for cuntjuice. You will do this at the end of each of my lessons from now on. Report any evidence you find," commanded Miss Rice without turning from the trolley.

Sarah hopped down from the chair and moved methodically through the class, inspecting each hard plastic stool. It was not until she came to Mitchell's stool that anything drew her notice. There was a definite trace of moisture on the black surface. Sarah was not sure how she felt about this discovery. The only other stool she noticed that had any evidence of cuntjuice was Taylor's. As she headed back to the front of the class Sarah realised that she felt nothing about Taylor's arousal but she actually felt quietly happy about Mitchell's.

"Ma'am, there was evidence of pussy juice on the seats belonging to sluts Mitchell and Taylor."

"What kind?"

"Ma'am, both seats had some very small traces of moisture that had dried."

"Well infractions have been earned then. I am surprised there was no trace on your seat Porter," said Miss Rice, turning to the naked teen for the first time.

"Ma'am my pussy was wet, but I cleaned my seat."

"As you should, slut. Clean those seats in question. Dismissed."

Sarah hurried to the two stools and licked the dry surfaces free of any evidence that a wet pussy had rested on the surface. Sarah made sure to position her body in such a way that her bent form fully exposed her sex for Miss Rice. Making sure to provide a pleasing sight for any superior was something at which she was becoming quite adept. She could not really taste anything from the dried surface and was surprised at the fleeting sense of disappointment.

A quick glance at the clock as she dressed let her know that it was 12 minutes after the end of class. She needed to get to her holding cell as soon as possible. If Miss Harper deemed she had not made good enough time, or heaven forbid she actually beat Sarah there, she knew the consequences would not be pretty. Her handler had already taken a hard line with her after her initial indiscretions. She needed to repair the relationship without further incurring her displeasure.

Sarah turned at the door and curtseyed to Miss Rice, thanking her sweetly for the lesson. Despite the fact that her body had been used as demonstration material and she had been unable to see most of the lesson she knew that she had learned a great deal. Any lesson brought new insights and new information. A slut never stopped learning, never stopped working towards being a better slut, but for one such as her, at the very beginning of her training, any time spent with a teacher was valuable.

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