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Chapter 30. In which Sarah has her third detention
Her holding cell was empty. Sarah breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped into the tiny room. She still had a chance that her handler would not punish her for being late. She closed the door behind her, the ominous creaking of metal on metal putting her teeth on edge. She retrieved the padlock from the floor and locked her collar to the ring in the wall and settled in to wait. The light flickered out a few seconds after she had stood at attention, something which she was getting used to.
Almost immediately her nose began to itch, it was almost as if the darkness had brought it on. Sarah twitched her nose in a vain attempt to assuage the increasingly maddening sensation. The room was completely dark. If she reached up quickly and scratched her nose, who was to know? She immediately dismissed the idea as one unworthy of a slut. She was not to break position without permission and there was no one here to grant it. Her life now was ruled by others, even down to such inconsequential things as scratching an itch.
Knowing she required permission for the smallest of things, knowing this and accepting this was something every slut must go through. Sarah knew she had a long way to go, having had the thought in the first place indicated this, but the fact that she dismissed it so quickly and so strongly must bode well for her. She mused on how well her transition into her new life was going and how her classmates were faring until the door opened and the small room was flooded with light. Sarah blinked profusely as she waited for Miss Harper to make her presence known.
"Six minutes slut? Class ended a long time ago. Why did you take so long getting here?"
"Miss Rice kept me after class to help her Miss," Sarah replied hoping she could not be held responsible for things that were out of her control. Well everything was out of her control but that did not absolve her of all responsibility.
"Outside now."
Sarah stepped out of the room once the padlock had been removed. She could not tell if Miss Harper was angry with her or had just had a bad day or if this was simply how she was going to deal with her from now on. The march to room 17 began immediately and Sarah's apprehension grew with each step. She had been able to manage her fear of her pending detention much better today. She had been able to turn her thoughts to other things each time they started to creep upon her but as the day wore on it had become harder and harder. Now there was no chance. She could think of nothing else and her fear returned at full force.
Her handler opened the door and stood aside for Sarah to enter. As soon as she was through, the door slammed shut behind her, making the skittish schoolgirl jump in fright. Miss Harper never stayed for her detentions and she wondered why it was necessary for her even to escort Sarah the length of the corridor. It was not her position to question the decisions of others however. She was sure there was a good reason for everything that was done, her understanding was irrelevant. A slut could not be expected to understand, simply to accept.
"Undress and get that cunt on spot, slut," said the headmistress.
Sarah stepped to the side and removed her uniform. Once each piece was correctly stowed Sarah hurried to the centre of the room and stood at attention, making sure her pussy was directly over the small spot on the floor. As her latex-clad headmistress stepped behind her, Sarah had a chance to survey the room. She had no real hope of working out what her detention was to bring but any hint would help her deal with the experience and provide a better showing than yesterday.
Arrayed around her were four metal boxes. Two were on small stands and stood around hip height, the other two lay on the floor of the room. Each was rectangular, a little longer than they were wide. As she had expected, Sarah had no idea what they were for. Instead of wasting time attempting to understand she simply waited patiently for the headmistress to take control.
"Hands behind your head," barked Mrs Huffington Smythe.
Sarah obediently followed the command and felt a thick leather belt being slipped around her waist. She had only had a few minutes respite from the uncomfortable constriction around her waist and she gasped as the belt was pulled tight and fastened. She was a slim girl and she was thankful for that now, though she was not really sure if it made a difference anyway. The belt had been pulled ferociously tight, giving her the hourglass figure she would never otherwise achieve.
Each hand was grabbed roughly from its position behind her head and pulled down behind her back. Her left hand was fastened to an attachment on her right hip and her right hand to her left. Her arms were now crossed behind her, pulling her shoulders back painfully. If she pushed her shoulders back she could ease the tension slightly, though the bondage was terribly strict.
"What has been the overriding theme with your poor behaviour slut?"
"Allowing my pussy to influence my behaviour Ma'am?" replied Sarah confidently.
"Your pussy slut? We shall now be here for a further 30 minutes. Do you wish to answer the question correctly?"
"Allowing my owner's pussy to influence my behaviour Ma'am," Sarah replied, cursing herself for her carelessness. She had been in the room less than five minutes and she had extended her time by half. She could not afford this, she had an assignment to do and her special exercise regime was also to start tonight. How could she have been so fucking stupid!
"It is not an uncommon predicament. All sluts are highly sexual, their bodies are designed to crave sex in any form and under any circumstance. That is a slut's blessing, but it is a blessing that must be tempered by discipline. What is more important to a slut: serving a superior or sating her lust?"
"Serving a superior Ma'am," Sarah replied, knowing it to be the truth.
"This you know. As a slut your body tells you this also. The feelings you experience when serving are not comparable to any other sensation you will ever know. A slut listens to what her cunt tells her, a slut who ignores her cunt is a slut who is setting herself up for failure. What a slut must do is listen and accept all that her cunt reveals and place this in the context of her service. This is what you have failed to do. You listen to your cunt but are too dim to place it in the correct context. For sluts like you, it is a hard lesson but once learned will elevate your ability to serve allowing you to be a highly functional and competent slut.
"You must learn that your cunt is the least important element in any consideration you may have. Your cunt is only important in the context of how it can be used to serve others. Today, to reinforce this message you will service four cunts. Your only task is to bring each cunt to orgasm on three separate occasions. This will occur during the initial period of detention only. Failure is not to be countenanced so we need not mention consequences."
As the headmistress explained the detention to the trembling girl, she moved to the first metal box that lay on the floor to her right. A small clip was unfastened and the top half was flipped back. The box was now split along the diagonal, opening the front to display the contents.
A metal partition came down halfway along the box, where the hinges were fastened, hiding half of the box from view but what Sarah could see took her breath away. She had not been expecting what she saw even after Mrs Huffington Smythe's explanation. Visible in the open front of the box was the lower half of one of Sarah's classmates. She could not be sure it was a girl from Trinity house, but she could not think of any other candidates.
Sarah could only see from the waist down, the metal partition fitting snugly around the tender flesh of the captive teen. The legs were spread widely, fastened to the sides of the box at knee and ankle, providing unobstructed access to the pussy she was to service. The knees had been raised and fastened near the top of the box, lifting the cunt and ass.
Sarah watched as the tight pink asshole puckered, pulling the lips of the pussy closed. It almost looked as if the pink cleft was trying to talk, thought Sarah. She nearly smiled at the bizarrely random thought that popped into her head, but was quickly brought back to reality when she realised that four of her classmates had been encased in metal boxes in what could not be comfortable positions, because of her. Through her poor behaviour and lack of discipline she had caused four of her fellow students to become part of her detention.
Sarah felt dejected at the thought but vowed that she would not fail. She was tasked with bringing pleasure to all four girls and that is what she would do, hopefully making up, in some small way, for their presence here.
Mrs Huffington Smythe stepped in front of Sarah, bringing a toothbrush to her lips. The bewildered schoolgirl’s mouth opened obediently, allowing the brush access. Sarah had not even thought about opening her mouth, it had almost been an involuntary act. Such a small victory was not something she should celebrate but she hoped it was yet another step towards her becoming a true slut.
Sarah stood perfectly still, mouth wide and lips pulled back, as the headmistress proceeded to roughly brush the surface of all her teeth, her lips and her tongue. Sarah's mouth began to burn a little and the sharp tang of menthol drifted up to her nostrils. Once finished the remaining three boxes were opened to reveal three more spread and exposed teenage cunts and Sarah wondered which of her classmates were in the boxes. She did not recognise anyone, though the odd angles and not being able to correctly see made it unlikely that anyone would have been able to.
"Begin," came the perfunctory command and Sarah stepped eagerly forward to the first boxed girl.
She had to kneel on the floor to get close and the angle and her bondage meant that she was, in essence, leaning her face on the presented pussy. Her legs were spread widely and her pussy as exposed as those of the boxed cunts. The instant her mouth made contact with the warm flesh of the first girl, Sarah began to work in earnest.
The pussy had prominent outer lips and small, yet fleshy inner lips. Sarah could feel the clit almost instantly harden under her tongue as she flicked it back and forth across the hard button of flesh. She alternated this forceful movement with a gentle sucking of the clit and lips into her mouth. She could feel the pussy becoming wet as she increased her pace and force, forming her tongue into a hard spike and pushing it against the clit, searching under the hood and pushing the small, tender fold of flesh out of the way.
Sarah could hear the moans of the girl, dampened by the metal box, but even without the muted sound the pussy beneath her mouth told her everything she needed to know. The taste was subtle but distinct, masked by the minty aftertaste the brushing had left in her mouth. The juices were beginning to flow and Sarah's mouth and chin were soon coated in the clear liquid.
Suddenly she felt a burst of sensation on her own clit. She had not heard the headmistress move behind her, focused as she was on her task. A vibrator, set on an obvious high intensity, was now pressed tightly against her clit. Her pussy had already begun producing her own cream, it was something she had been aware of since the moment she had heard the first muffled groan from her classmate.
Sarah tried to forget the amazing, insistent pleasure that was almost bursting from her own pussy and redoubled her efforts on her task - bringing the pussy before her to orgasm. Giving pleasure was something Sarah had discovered that she enjoyed. It was obviously a deep part of her and one of the reasons she recognised she was a slut and that her training was now the only way in which she could achieve real happiness in her life.
Sarah could feel, through the quivering pussylips and increasingly wet slit, that her first pussy was nearing orgasm. Her own pussy was becoming harder and harder to ignore but she was determined to do well. The headmistress was an experienced educator and she knew more about the body of a slut than many sluts themselves would learn, even under her training. She could tell that this little slut was nearing an orgasm of her own.
"Switch," Mrs Huffington Smythe ordered, removing the vibrator from Sarah's throbbing pussy.
It took a moment for the command to filter into Sarah's brain. She pulled herself up, taking one last longing look at plump, pink pussy before her. The sight of the engorged lips, shining in the light with her saliva and its own juices, produced an odd sensation of longing mixed with disappointment.
As she shuffled over to the next box she worried about the fact she had not managed to bring the pussy to orgasm. She knew she had not. Was this a failure? Sarah tried to forget her first effort and focus on what she was to do now. She bent at the waist, spreading her legs slightly, exposing her own pussy as she began servicing her second of the session. This box was raised to hip height and Sarah made sure to keep her back straight, parallel with the floor as she began to eat the pussy before her.
Sarah thought she knew who was in this box. The lips of the pussy were a little darker in colour and she was sure this was Ozawa, the Asian slut that Sarah didn't think she had even spoken to. As she started intensely licking Ozawa's slim cleft another piece of the puzzle fell into place.
"Slut your session today is broken into two sections. The first is structured. You have three minutes at each cunt, rotating through each twice. The remaining twelve minutes can be spent at any cunt for any duration. Your focus is clear."
Sarah could not spare the time or the effort to try and figure out the math involved but she had failed to achieve an orgasm on her first slut. Was she already behind or did she had time to spare? She really had no idea and pushed the problem from her head. She pushed her face into Ozawa's pussy, burying her tongue deep inside the hot slit. She lapped at the pussy like a thirsty dog, her enthusiasm and eagerness to get her fellow student to come, evident and sincere. It was not driven by her need to complete the task but more so by the feeling of pleasure she knew she was providing and the pleasure she in turn felt at this knowledge.
SMACK.
Sarah's head was pushed into the open pussy, her nose bumping painfully against Ozawa's pubis. A sharp pain exploded in her pussy, made all the more tender due to its high state of arousal. A few seconds later, the lash landed again, striking her directly on her plump labia. The headmistress's was a practiced hand and each stroke found its mark on the vulnerable vulva lined up before her.
Sarah was prepared for the subsequent strikes, though they came in no discernable pattern. Sarah did her best to ignore the pain slowly blossoming in her pussy as each stroke landed directly on the sensitive skin, giving her abused flesh no respite. She tried to ignore the pain but she knew she was doing a worse job than during her first attempt. She tensed her body, forming her hands into tight fists pulling against the cuffs attached to the tight belt, and redoubled her efforts, licking and sucking the restrained girl's pussy with a passion that left them both breathless.
Sarah was dreading to hear the call to switch as she knew Ozawa was on the verge of orgasm. As yet another stroke fell directly on her plump pussylips Sarah pursed her lips together hard and flicked her head from side to side, slapping the hard clit of the boxed girl with force. She felt the pussy spasm, sensed Ozawa's legs tensing and felt the box itself move slightly in its settings.
Her efforts had been rewarded. Ozawa's screams of pleasure could be clearly heard above the striking of the small whip on Sarah's own cunt and above Sarah's own moans of both pain and pleasure. Despite the pain brought by the whip, Sarah knew her pussy continued to ooze her thick white cream. She would not come she was sure but she had not come down from the high of the previous session.
"Switch."
Sarah straightened herself, happy to be moving to the next girl. Happy knowing she had made Ozawa come. Happy that she had completed one sixth of her task and happy that she would avoid further whipping of her pussy, she hoped. Sarah wasted no time in kneeling down and beginning to work on the third young girl’s sex. This box was the second at ground level and she once again had to balance herself by pressing her face into the exposed pussy.
Her arms, restrained so painfully behind her back, made it difficult to balance any other way and she hoped the extra pressure was helping. The tight belt that circled her waist made breathing even more difficult in this position but Sarah simply had to grit her teeth and deal with the discomfort. As the session continued she knew that the pain in her arms and that around her waist would only become more intense and make it harder and harder for her to focus on the task she had been set. Her pussy throbbed after its recent whipping and she squealed when the devilish vibrator was once again pressed against her hard, moist clit.
Sarah did not know whose pussy she now sought to pleasure. The taste was much stronger and a definite musk emanated from the open slit. She could not tell how much of the previous two cunts she was still tasting and how this was affecting the current flavour but she felt the majority of the taste was fresh. She passed the next three minutes in a daze, fighting what she felt was a losing battle against the pleasure building between her legs. She knew better than to attempt to ignore it but she tried to put it in perspective and concentrate on making the pussy she was feeding on, spasm and pulse with an orgasm of her devising. Besides she did not have permission to come herself and this knowledge helped to keep her focus in the right place.
She could feel the moist sex beneath her tongue edge forward ever so slightly. She looked up the body of the slut, contained as it was in the metal box. She could see the soft belly undulate as the waves of pleasure flowed outward from the engorged pink pussy at which Sarah continued to suckle. She had done everything she could, treating the clit like a tender nipple and sucking it into her mouth as if she was trying to milk it of a precious liquid.
"Switch."
Sarah heard a soft moan come from the captive girl. She felt like letting out her own moan of frustration as she leaned back and stood up as gracefully as she could. She had felt that the pussy had been extremely close to orgasm, a fact borne out by the obvious disappointment from her bound classmate.
As Sarah stepped to her right and leant over to begin eating the fourth pussy provided for her detention, she wondered what she looked like. She could feel the entire bottom half of her face was coated in sticky moisture. Most of the juice produced by the three sluts she had so far serviced was clear. Ozawa had a small hint of the creamy colour that characterised her own secretions but none of the teenagers had anything like the thick cream that she produced so copiously.
As Sarah's face neared the final cunt, raised as the second some three feet from the ground, she was glad that this girl was a true slut. Her pussy was already open and wet as Sarah's tongue made contact. She licked the small thread of sticky cuntjuice that hung between the slim lips. Sarah moved her tongue up the entire length of the pussy, tasting the strong flavour.
The girl responded immediately, her legs tensing and her belly tightening. Sarah attacked the wet pussy with unbridled enthusiasm. She knew this slut was already close to coming. After pushing her tongue as deeply as she could, Sarah focused on the clit, that hard little bud of nerves that every slut cherished.
In what felt like only seconds Sarah felt the cunt quiver as the entire body of the young girl, restrained so tightly in the metal box, tensed and spasmed as the powerful orgasm rocked her body. Sarah continued to tease the clit with the tip of her tongue, pushing back the delicate hood and treating the tiny button to an intense tongue lashing. She needed to continue licking the pussy as the growing ecstasy coming from her own was threatening to overwhelm her. Her own pleasure had spiked to an almost unmanageable level the moment she felt the schoolgirl come.
Providing pleasure through service, no matter if it was only for another slut, was a powerful force for the young girl. She kept her eyes focused on the rise and fall of the soft belly and kept her tongue and mouth working on the orgasming cunt. This was her only way to stop herself coming, the pressure was now almost as painful as that in her tightly bound arms.
"Switch."
Sarah dutifully stood up and moved back to the first box. So far she was at a 50% strike rate. She had to provide another six orgasms. She only hoped she was up to the task. She had not, as yet, received any formal training in eating a pussy, she was only working with the small hints she had been given and her natural instinct. It seemed like it might be enough and she was once again thankful for the natural talent that had landed her here in the first place. A talent that while latent, had still been easy enough for the educated to discover.
The next round progressed much as the first. This time however she had managed to bring three girls to orgasm. Box two and four were now complete. Box three had come once but the girl in the first box had eluded her. Her own pussy now throbbed painfully, not only from the unsated desire that had been cultivated throughout her ordeal but by the heavy whippings she had received.
Each stroke had landed squarely on her soft vulva, with a force that remained constant throughout the session. It was almost as if a machine had been whipping the delicate flesh between her legs. Sarah could not help but admire the precision and measured force that Mrs Huffington Smythe exhibited. Even now, as she stood at attention in front of the four opened boxes, her pussy radiated pain.
She was reticent to look between her own legs, afraid at what she would see. Afraid of how grossly swollen her labia would be. She felt as if they were going to burst and the heat which they exuded could not be healthy. Though in one way, a very small way, she was grateful for the pain. It had helped her from coming, though only just. Too many times for Sarah to count, she had felt on the brink of orgasm. She could feel her hips thrusting back and forth on the vibrator pressed against her clit and she had tried desperately not to come. Reminding herself she did not have permission had not been enough for the tortured schoolgirl. Only the ever-present pangs of pain centred in her pussy had allowed her to keep her composure.
"Two sluts shall be removed from the remainder of the session," said Mrs Huffington Smythe as she closed the hatches on box two and four. Sarah thought she heard a soft whimper from each box as the metal door clanged shut. "You have twelve minutes in which to get these cunts to come. This one," said the headmistress as she slammed her hand onto the top of the third box, "must come once. This cunt must come twice. During this part of the session, each cunt will receive five strokes of the strap after each orgasm to emphasise that this part of the session is unnecessary and entirely avoidable if you had paid more attention to your task and less attention to your cunt. Begin."
Sarah fell gracefully to her knees and buried her face in the exposed pussy of the first girl.
"You are definitely learning this particular lesson the hard way slut, but it is a lesson that you will learn. A slut must know her place. Every fibre of her being, every part of her body and every tiny recess of her brain must know what it means to be a slut. A slut cannot truly serve until she accepts her status, until she accepts that in all considerations she is only as important as she is deemed to be. A slut has no identity other than that which is given to her by a superior. A slut has a focus which is entirely external. A slut exists to serve and serves to exist."
Sarah attacked the still moist pussy with abandon. She needed to get this girl to come. All her best efforts had so far been for aught. She had felt the pussy had been close to orgasm a number of times but for some reason she had been unable to push it over the edge. Sarah licked and sucked as Mrs Huffington Smythe continued to lecture her about her life.
"A slut knows that she is only important in the context of her obedience. A slut does not seek pleasure, though it will often seek her. A slut knows however that any pleasure she receives is unimportant. The only thing that is important to her is to serve and through her service to bring pleasure to others."
Sarah did not know quite how long she had been working on the pussy beneath her but she was suddenly able to sense a change. It had begun as a subtle change in the captive girl's breathing, but now Sarah was sure she was building to her first orgasm. She continued to apply the insistent pressure, working her mouth furiously over the hard clit. She had placed her upper lip at the top of the clit and worked her jaw unceasingly, suckling with as much force as she dared.
Moments later Sarah was rewarded with a scream from the spasming girl. Sarah almost fell over as a jet of warm liquid splashed against her face. The startled schoolgirl sat back on her heels but immediately leaned forward, redoubling her efforts on the still squirting cunt. She had initially thought that the girl was peeing on her but she quickly realised that was not the case.
"Attention," snapped the headmistress.
Sarah obediently rose to her feet. Clear liquid dripped from her chin onto her breasts, thrust prominently before her. She was still trying to come to grips with what had just happened.
"Hmmm," mused Mrs Huffington Smyhe as she inspected the glistening sex of the boxed girl. "Get to work on the other cunt. This slut must now receive her strokes. She has also received five infractions for failure to disclose a condition pertinent to her training. Do you hear that slut?" the headmistress said as she tapped on the metal box. "During your physical you were to disclose the fact that you are a squirter. Failure to do so means you have earned five infractions as well as an automatic detention."
Sarah could not feel sorry for the girl. She was licking the final slut's wet slit as if she had been lost in the desert for a week. She needed to bring this girl to orgasm and she did not have time to think about sluts who misbehaved on such a level. The term 'squirter' stuck in Sarah's mind. It wasn't pee, that much Sarah had figured for herself but this was obviously something that some sluts were able to do, just like her pussy produced such lovely thick, white cream, some other sluts squirted their juice when they came. It was a fascinating discovery for the young girl.
Despite her musings, Sarah continued to eat the pussy of the final girl with a ferocious energy. When she made this pussy come, another slut would be removed from the exercise and she would have to eat one more pussy before her detention was at an end. Well, she thought a little morosely to herself, the scheduled part of her detention would be over. She still had the extra 30 minutes she had accrued due to her poor behaviour.
SMACK
Sarah jumped as the wet slapping sound of the strap landing on the bare flesh of the first girl's cunt, reverberating around the room. The slap was followed a moment later by the muted screams of her boxed classmate. Sarah cringed as the second stroke landed but dared not stop her attentions for a second. She had caused this to happen. Her failure to give each of these girls an orgasm on her first attempt had meant that each would experience additional pain. She felt terrible for being the author of such suffering but quickly put such thoughts aside and directed her energy into doing an even better job for the remainder of the session.
Sarah was glad that her detention would be at an end, as her own pussy was not only sore from the strokes she had received but she was also on the cusp of her own orgasm, and had been for most of the session. She was looking forward to the constant temptation finally being removed, but she could not lie to herself. She was enjoying each and every moment she spent with her face buried into one of the exposed cunts of her classmates. She hoped the fact that she had given each girl two orgasms would make them think kindly of her, despite the lashings to they received.
Sarah continued to lick and suck as the final two strokes of the strap smacked hard against the vulnerable flesh. She knew that she would soon be receiving the same treatment. She would receive 15 strokes to her already heavily abused pussy. But she deserved them. Not only for failing in her task, but also for causing the headmistress additional work. Causing trouble or stress on anyone had always preyed upon Sarah's mind, but with her newfound status it now weighed all the more heavily upon her.
Sarah could feel the pussy under her twitch. Her mouth was firmly clamped over the wet slit, her tongue flicking desperately back and forth over the hard, exposed clit. Sarah wasn't sure if she was becoming more sensitive, or just learning what all sluts knew, but she could sense when the girl she was servicing was about to come. Sarah increased her pace a little and was rewarded by loud screams of pleasure from the girl in the box. The entire box almost moved with the convulsions of the bound girl. She could barely move in the strict bondage but the power of her second orgasm gave her a primal burst of energy. Sarah continued to work the pussy, sticking her tongue as deep inside as she could, slurping the precious, orgasmic fluids.
"Switch."
Sarah straightened up obediently and knelt down in front of the first box, eager to get to grips with the final pussy she needed to eat. Would the pussy squirt again or was it a one-time thing? She had to admit, she was definitely learning a great many things during her detentions. As the teen leaned in to the splayed-open cunt, she could see the effects of the recent strapping. Both lips of the pussy, and the mons above, were a bright red, no longer was it simply the pretty pink shade it had been when the detention had begun, what felt like hours ago.
Sarah's lips had barely touched the pussy, the tender flesh now hot to the touch, when the first smack of the strap hitting the recently vacated cunt, stung Sarah's ears. She could not imagine how much each stroke must hurt. She knew the whipping she had received during the detention would be considered mild in comparison, if the sound of each strike was anything to judge.
Sarah tried to block out the sounds of distress occurring mere feet away. It was not within her power to do anything about it now, she had the ability to control one thing: how quickly the pussy in her mouth reached orgasm. She bent the full force of her will to the task, nothing else existed for her now but the sex she was so deftly suckling. Her tongue flicked in and out of the wet hole, the lips of which now gaped apart. She closed her mouth over the entire mound, forcefully sucking the meat of the cunt inside her hot mouth. She lapped at the clit, flicking and caressing with her tongue.
It was not until she closed her mouth over the hard bud and clamped her teeth gently around it that she felt the familiar sensations she knew meant an orgasm was building. Sarah was not sure how long she had spent on this final attempt. She was worried her time was running out but she could not let that affect her performance. The painful strapping must have had some impact on the poor girl Sarah thought, knowing how it affected her own state of arousal.
Now that Sarah was so close to completion, so close to achieving the task set her she tried to find those hidden reserves of energy and focus she knew she contained within. She was tired and her arms ached from their strict bondage. Her pussy ached from the constant arousal and earlier whipping. Her jaw ached from the near constant pussylicking, even her knees ached from so long on the hard floor, but she tried not to let any of that get to her.
Sarah's mouth was suddenly filled with spurt after spurt of the watery cuntjuice as the bound girl orgasmed beneath her. Sarah kept her mouth clamped over the slit, catching as much as she could. It was a slut's job to consume all bodily fluids and Sarah knew she would be receiving punishment for spilling some of the first squirting. She had been so startled that she had not even had time to think. She was ashamed that her instinct had been to pull her head back, instead of clamp her mouth over the squirting cunt like a good slut should have. She still had so much to learn.
Sarah gulped down the mouthful of ejaculate and kept her mouth open to collect more. It was only a matter of moments before the spurting stopped, though the moans and groans of the boxed slut did not. Sarah had not been told to stop so she continued to gently lick the spasming pussy. She was doing her best to clean without making the girl come again, as she was sure that any extra orgasms would not have been sanctioned.
Sarah revelled in the luxurious feel of the moist lips in her mouth. She rolled her tongue slowly around the thin veils of the inner lips and split the plumper outer lips apart as she ran her questing tongue up and down the hot flesh of the bound schoolgirl. Sarah wondered what this would be like on a pussy with hair, and decided almost instantly that this sensation must be far superior. It was no wonder that it was a slut's duty to keep her pussy clean and bare.
"Attention," spat Mrs Huffington Smythe.
Sarah snapped to her feet as gracefully as her bondage allowed. She was a little sad to be parted from the pussy but her feelings were irrelevant. She straightened her body, wincing at the ache in her shoulders and arms. Sarah heard the first smack of the strap and it took all her willpower to keep her eyes focused straight ahead and not peek at the punishment that was taking place to her left.
"Eyes on the cunt slut, this should be informative."
Sarah remained at attention and moved her head just enough to see the opened first box. The toes of the teenager were pulled back and tensed, the thighs quivering frantically. The wet pussy glistened under the lights as the strap descended and impacted the tender flesh for the second time. Sarah saw the delicate pink flaps of skin jump as the thick leather strap made contact. The screams of agony, though muted, struck Sarah almost if they were a physical blow. She kept her eyes glued to the abused pussy as the final three strokes landed, each squarely on the full meat of the cunt.
Despite the distress of her classmate Sarah could not help but think that she was soon to receive 15 such strokes of her own. Her lack of discipline needed to be rectified straight away otherwise her slide into disobedience would cause her untold agony. Mrs Huffington Smythe closed the box with a loud metallic clang leaving Sarah alone with the headmistress.
"You finished the task with exactly 46 seconds remaining. We shall now begin the extra detention you requested. Frist though you must receive 15 strokes of the strap for your poor performance.”
The headmistress moved behind the frightened young girl. The moment she was out of Sarah's peripheral vision, her legs began to tremble in fear. Sarah felt two sharp taps to her left buttock but remained stock still. The taps had not been hard enough to really hurt and Sarah was at a loss as to what they meant.
"Slut, two quick taps to the side of your ass is a signal for a slut to profer her leg to a superior. If your superior is to the front the leg is lifted accordingly. Do so," commanded the headmistress.
Sarah lifted her left leg in front of her body, exactly as if she was highstepping.
"Higher slut. That is better. You are offering your leg to allow a superior access without stooping. This means you lift that leg as high as possible. Anything less than possible is a sign of disrespect. This time however your superior was to your rear. You are to lift your leg behind you until your ankle makes contact with your ass. Do so."
Sarah gratefully lowered her wobbly left leg and then raised it up behind her. She strained to make her ankle make contact with the tight mound of her ass. Her thigh burned as she did so but when she felt her foot touch the soft flesh a strap was immediately wrapped around her bare ankle. Sarah shifted her weight frenetically, trying her best to retain her balance. She could feel the hard cuff tighten around her ankle. Her foot was released and her as was tapped again. Sarah lowered her leg, hoping that one tap was the cue for a slut to lower the leg. She did not expect praise for getting this right, the absence of displeasure was enough.
Her right buttock was tapped and the process was repeated on her right leg. Sarah knew the nonverbal commands a slut received were an important part of her training as she needed to learn the most subtle of cues to provide the greatest pleasure to her superiors, but she could not help feeling like some dumb farm animal needing to follow such simple commands. It made her think of the tag that hung from her ear. The tag that marked her not only as a student of Harkwood, a member of Trinity house, a slut, but a tag that marked her as property.
As Sarah contemplated her status, a status that put her on par or below that of an animal, her arms were finally released from their painful position crossed behind her back. She instinctively moved them into the small of her back, assuming attention as she knew was required. Thick cuffs were similarly applied to each wrist and Sarah could not help but wonder what was to come next. Even though she knew it was not within a slut's duties to think of such things, she could not help herself.
"On box two, on your back, head over the far end. Legs up, knees to your chest. Arms over your knees," directed Mrs Huffington Smythe.
Sarah obeyed the commands twisting herself into the desired position. The headmistress then secured each wrist to a metal ring that protruded from the base of the box. Her arms were twisted back and fastened to the box below her head. Each leg was then pulled down and secured to a matching ring at the other end of the box. Sarah was now painfully trussed, her own body providing the strict restraint that prevented all but the smallest of movements.
The tired teen did her best to keep her head up but could feel it slipping lower and lower. She corrected it each time but she did not know how much longer she could keep it from hanging loose. She glanced down her body and could see her pussy was open and exposed by the strange position. It did not take a genius to understand that her sex was terribly vulnerable and would feel the full force of the coming strap.
Sarah stared straight up at the ceiling as she lay on the hard metal box. She heard an odd popping sound behind her and tried to remain still, thinking only of doing her best to please the headmistress. She still had 30 minutes of detention and she knew that there would be no leniency given for good behaviour now, after all a slut was expected to behave, but she hoped to prevent causing any further displeasure.
Her vision was soon obstructed and it took a moment for Sarah to adjust her focus. Mrs Muffington Smythe stood above her, straddling her head. A small patch of the black latex that covered her body had been removed, exposing the headmistress's pussy and ass. Sarah gazed at the pussy inches from her face. Sarah felt she had a plump little pussy and was proud of it as she knew it looked very cute on her petite figure. The cunt of her headmistress was on another level entirely.
The mound of the fat pussylips protruded inches from her body. The soft flesh appeared even more prominent due to the lean muscular nature of the belly and legs that framed it. There was no dainty little charm dangling from the clit as her other teachers exhibited. Instead a large, thick letter H was tattooed above the generous slit. A large D ring pierced the tender flesh between her pussy and ass, from which dangled a short chain that was attached to a metal plug that filled her pursed hole.
As Sarah watched, the headmistress lowered her pussy towards Sarah's face. She could see a few glistening drops of moisture between the voluptuous lips and opened her mouth in readiness, a strange tingling nervousness coursing through her, starting in her belly and radiating throughout her entire body. She was about to eat the pussy of the headmistress, a more imposing figure Sarah had not encountered. She had spent the last hour eating pussy and she hoped that the practice would serve her well and that her aching jaw and tongue would not affect her performance.
"Before the requested extension begins you will now receive the strokes you have earned. During this you will service my cunt. If at any time your mouth is not in contact the stroke will not count, nor will any subsequent strokes until contact is re-established. Begin."
Sarah raised her head slightly and placed her mouth over the ample pussy. The instant the lips touched pain exploded in her exposed pussy. Sarah buried her face in the pussy, grunting as the agony almost overwhelmed her, nose bumping against the chain attached to the metal plug. She had no time to think of anything but digging her tongue as deeply as she could into the older woman's slit.
Another stroke landed on Sarah's open pussy and she pushed her mouth even further into the headmistress's sex. She pulled back briefly to take a breath, making sure that she did not break contact. Sarah opened her mouth wide and enveloped the large pussylips, trying her best to take their entirety into her mouth, as she had done with her classmates, but failing due to the sheer volume of well-rounded cunt flesh.
Stroke after stroke landed on Sarah's vulnerable pussy, each blow landing with unerring accuracy, directly atop the previous strike. The strain of being able to keep her head raised was beginning to tell and despite how much she wanted to, she felt herself begin to flag. She had no idea how many strokes she had received, she was focused entirely on keeping this gift of a pussy in her sights.
Each stroke blended into the next and Sarah was soon lost in a sea of pain, her only chance of a safe haven was to keep eating: to keep licking and sucking and suckling the cunt of the headmistress. It took Sarah some moments to realise that the agonising strokes of the strap had ceased impacting her delicate flesh. She had continued to eat the pussy above her, though how she had managed to keep her head up amazed even her.
*
"I have a feeling that you enjoyed that did you not slut?" asked Mrs Huffington Smythe, the first sound she had made since lowering her pussy onto Sarah's face.
"Yeth Mmmm," Sarah replied through a mouthful of slippery flesh.
"Not a surprise. What a slut likes is, however, irrelevant. You are here to learn that what you like and what gives you pleasure is as important as the price of a pencil. You have been spending far too much time thinking about what you like and it is evident in your behaviour. These detentions have been designed to impress upon you this lesson.
"Your cunt is a tool to be utilised in the service of your superiors. A slut's cunt has as much impact on her behaviour as her big toe. You don't pursue a course of action because you think your big toe will enjoy such an action do you?”
"Nnn Mmmmm," Sarah responded, her tongue buried deep inside her headmistress's vagina.
"Of course a slut enjoys sexual activity of any kind, it is how a slut's body is designed. The slut MUST, however, be ever cognisant and ever vigilant that the pleasure her body provides is important only in the context of how it will serve her owner. A builder does not think about how his hammer feels as he works, he does not let the tools he uses affect his performance. A slut does not think about her cunt as she works. She does not let the tools she uses affect her performance."
Sarah focused on the lesson as she lapped at the headmistress's plump sex. Over the course of her attention, the pussy had become extremely wet, leaking a silky liquid. The flavour was extremely strong, the strongest she had ever tasted. It completely eclipsed the remnants of the previous cunts she had tasted during her detention and as she continued to lick and suck the taste had intensified. Sarah felt that the cream from her headmistress's cunt was thick like hers, but she had no way of telling as her eyes had been able to see nothing but the metal plug around which the older woman's anus was tightly clamped.
"In one minute I shall come. When I do so you will shove that slutty tongue of yours right into my cunt. It does not come out until I remove it," said Mrs Huffington Smythe, the fierceness in her voice scaring Sarah a little.
The prostrate teen felt the headmistress move. The fat cunt was rising out of her reach. Sarah strained her neck to follow, desperate to keep her mouth on the pussy. The headmistress reached down, grabbed Sarah’s hair and roughly thrust her face up into her body. Sarah felt the legs close in on either side, clamping her face painfully tight. Her head was now smothered between the legs of her headmistress. The trapped teenager felt the muscles of the pussy convulse and she dug her tongue as deeply as it would go, deep inside the soft, warm recesses of the older woman's vagina. She sensed the telltale orgasmic spasming and tried to ignore what was beginning to be a troubling need for air. Her mouth was filled with the prominent cuntflesh and her nose was buried painfully into the tight ass. She could feel the chain and the edges of the metal plug digging into her face.
Sarah’s hands and feet flexed and tensed as she struggled to draw in air. Her face was efficiently smothered and she could do nothing but wait until she was released, chest heaving as her desperation increased. She was on the point of blacking out, a strange powerful sensation building in her own cunt, when she was released.
Mrs Huffington Smythe unceremoniously dropped her head and stepped away leaving Sarah gasping. The terrified teen painfully gulped the stale air as her body strained against itself. Her entire body hurt, and yet her pussy was on fire. As Sarah desperately filled her lungs, she realised she had been close to coming. She found it hard to believe but the evidence was clear.
Sarah quickly recovered, raised her head and focused her gaze on the ceiling above her. She still drew deep, almost painful, lungfuls of precious air but she had begun to calm down. Mrs Huffington Smythe stepped back into her view, her crotch now covered once again with the black latex. The headmistresses hand came towards Sarah's mouth and she dutifully opened it without thought. The prostrate teen felt something being forced inside her and she flattened her tongue so it would cause no obstruction. Whatever had been placed in her mouth was moist and soft but it had a taste that she could not quite place.
"Eat," ordered Mrs Huffington Smythe.
Sarah closed her mouth and obediently began to chew the foreign object. She had moved her jaw but once before she realised what she was about to consume. The headmistress had wiped her pussy with a tissue and placed it in her mouth. It was clearly coated not only in the juice of the headmistress but also in the residue of Sarah's classmates that had clung to her face. As she chewed the sodden tissue, causing it to disentegrate further, she was reminded of the sticky condition of her own face.
The entire lower half of her face, her mouth, her chin, her jaw, had been liberally coated in the sexual secretions of five pussies. It had dried in layers, making each movement of her jaw feel a little stiff and unnatural. Nor had her nose escaped being drenched in the sexual discharge of her classmates and Headmistress. All she could smell was the scent of cunt, multiple scents mixed into a melange of womanly musk. Despite the deeply vulnerable position she found herself in, and despite the humiliation of having to eat a cunt soaked tissue, her senses kept her at a high state of arousal. Her freshly whipped pussy more sensitive than ever.
Sarah finished chewing the shredded tissue and swallowed the remnants. She lay back, her neck muscles straining to keep her head upright in the uncomfortable position, and waited for the remainder of her detention. If she had not been such a brat she would have been finished now.
Sarah almost jumped as the headmistress appeared and detached her cuffs, releasing her from the strict contortions into which she had been forced. Her arms and legs ached, an ache that simply matched those in the rest of her young body. She had never known such discomfort, but it was quickly becoming a normal part of her life. She hoped that as her training progressed and she became a better slut, her body would adapt and the exercise and the restraints would not cause her so many problems.
"Attention, slut. Due to your requested extension you will once again miss the evening meal. Alternate nourishment has been provided. I realise that you have consumed a not insubstantial quantity of cunt juice and while appetising it does not contain the nutrients a slut requires. You may begin your meal now."
Sarah turned and walked gingerly towards the door where she knew the container of bitter yellow liquid would be set up for her. She was glad to be on her knees, even though they were also quite sore. Standing at attention after being restrained in such an unusual and uncomfortable position had taken a great deal of energy.
The famished schoolgirl leaned forward and took the long rubber teat in her mouth and began sucking the foul tasting liquid from the large square bottle. She utilised the same rhythmic technique she had developed on her first day and was soon gulping down mouthfuls of the odd concoction. She had to fight the urge to pull away with almost every mouthful but she knew that would be unacceptable. She had been provided with sustenance and she should be thankful for it, no matter how disgusting it tasted.
She heard a deal of scraping and banging from behind her but dared not shift her focus from the plastic bottle. She watched the level of dark liquid slowly drop and was deeply relieved when she felt the last dregs being sucked into the teat and then into her mouth. Sarah continued to suckle the rubber nipple, enjoying the comforting feeling of the projection in her mouth. She tried not to think about what was going on behind her. While she had a task to occupy her mind she had been content. Now her mind began to wander and it took a force of will for her not to turn her head at each loud scrape.
Sarah quickly decided that she should be taking stock of the way her body felt, as she had been taught to do when her mind was idle but just as she was about to do so the headmistress barked at her.
"Attention slut. On the cunt spot now. Such reminders are unnecessary. A further 10 minutes has been added to this session."
Sarah took a miniscule step to her left, aligning her pussy directly over the tiny spot on the floor. She had moved an inch at most but she knew that for a slut, near enough was definitely not good enough. She clenched her teeth to fight back the tears: tears of failure and bitter disappointment in herself.
"Sit," Mrs Huffington Smythe snapped, her anger evident in her sharp tone.
Sarah stepped forward and gingerly sat on the contraption in front of her. The seat was similar to the stools on which Trinity students were seated in the commissary. The seat of this stool however consisted entirely of a rounded steel bar, curved into a half moon shape. Sarah placed her cane-striped buttocks on the metal bar and sat at attention. Her pussy and ass completely exposed from below and from in front.
Directly in front of her was a plain wooden table on which sat a closed book. Sarah sat perfectly still, not able to comprehend just what the next part of her extended detention would entail. Without warning her cuffs were seized and her arms were bent up behind her back until they became parallel with the floor. Sarah could feel them being tied off, a final bit of tension pulling them even tighter.
The distressed teen struggled to remain as upright as she could but she could not withstand the strain upon her shoulders. Sarah crunched forward slightly, the movement creating a greater pressure on her abdomen, forcing the wickedly tight belt to cut painfully into the soft flesh of her belly.
"Rascal," Mrs Huffington Smythe called. Sarah heard the door to the detention room open and she heard the clipped sound of high heels on the hard floor . "Eat."
A brief moment later, Sarah felt the deliciously warm mouth of the house slut on her pussy. She had been given a moment to prepare but the sudden rush of pleasure still caught her by surprise. Rascal was a most experienced slut, an example for Sarah to aspire to, and she was almost immediately lost on a wave of ecstasy.
"Porter, on the table before you is treatise written by a former student of Harkwood. You will read this treatise out loud. The passage I have chosen is particularly pertinent to your current predicament. Which is?"
"Ma'am, I let my owner's cunt influence my actions as a slut," Sarah said, struggling to enunciate properly as her pussy was eaten so expertly. She had been aroused for over an hour, brought to the brink of orgasm multiple times and she honestly did not know if she could withstand much of this attention.
"It is a very important part of a slut's doctrine and despite how unruly your cunt is, you should be quite gratified to have this resolved with such vehemence so early in your training. With the cunt under control a slut is able to serve much more effectively," lectured Mrs Huffington Smythe as she opened the book to a predetermined page. "Begin."
Sarah looked down at the opened book before her and began to read, trying to focus on the words and not on the hot tongue spearing in and out of her pussy. "The slut is presented with a dilemma and a great boon. Its cunt is the source of potential pleasure for an owner but it is also the source of potential behavioural problems. Its behaviour is, by its very nature, predicated on pleasure and the cunt is often seen by it as the source of its own pleasure."
Sarah was trying desperately to focus on the book, to speak each word clearly. What she was doing however was almost gasping each word as wave after wave of pleasure pounded through her exhausted body. She was trying to make the words mean something but it was a constant struggle to simply read them, let alone understand them.
"The cunt, while providing a physiological source of pleasure to the slut, is often mistaken as the fountainhead of the pleasure and fulfillment which the slut experiences. The true source of the pleasure a slut experiences has in fact nothing to do with its cunt, or indeed any individual part of its body. The ability, the duty, of a slut to serve is the only source of pleasure that a slut knows. It is the fact that service, in and of itself, causes the slut pleasure, which manifests itself in the biological response exhibited by the cunt, that confuses it."
Sarah had no idea what she was reading. She was fighting a losing battle and amidst the overwhelming sensations surging between her legs, she was desperately trying to come to terms with the text. The slut below her was insistent and incessant. She was trying hard to resist but Sarah knew that would capitulate. She knew she would come, and soon. She would be coming without permission, during a detention, while reading a lesson on how her pussy was not something that should affect her behaviour.
"The brain of a slut does not allow it to collocate information in a way that provides understanding of complex issues. It must be trained to utilise its brain in the correct manner. Its brain, as with any other part of its body, must be trained to serve. Despite the instincts each slut is born with it is rare for the slut to be able to process concepts on a higher level without intensive training. The fact that a slut, once trained, and in fact during training, is able to make quite drastic and sudden leaps in enlightenment demonstrates that it retains this potential even prior to training, reinforcing the universal truth that, for a slut, there is no true state of existence without service and discipline."
It was as her clit was roughly nibbled and she finally succumbed to the building pressure that she realised what had been nagging her as she attempted to read the passage. As the orgasm broke upon her, and she writhed within her bondage, Sarah realised that the author was writing as if a slut was a thing, an object, an "it". The thought resounded through her brain as she was overcome by the power of her long-awaited orgasm.
The guilt and disappointment hit her almost immediately but they did not stop the power, the near seismic force, of her orgasm from preventing her from focusing on anything else. Her breath came in ragged gasps as Rascal continued to eat her pussy, allowing her no respite. Sarah felt almost as if she was outside her body and she was concerned that she would never come down, not while her pussy was still being stimulated as it was.
It took Sarah more than a minute to stop thrashing enough, and to have presence of mind enough, to continue reading.
"The... cunt... of," Sarah stopped as Rascal chewed on her inner lips, causing her to momentarily lose the power of speech. "Of a slut provides it with the ability to serve its owner in innumerable ways," Sarah finished all but spitting the words out in one mad rush, after which the exhausted schoolgirl needed to take a deep breath that quickly degenerated into a wave of primal grunting as a second orgasm coursed through her.
Sarah continued to read, struggling over almost every word, as the house slut continued to do her duty and brought the convulsing teenager to two further orgasms. Sarah was a mess as she tried to finish off the passage on the opened pages. Tears of shame and humiliation filled her eyes, making it almost impossible to see and the harder it became to read, the more anxious she felt.
Her petite body was spent and it was all Sarah could do to gasp out one word every ten seconds. She no longer had any real sense of what she was reading and silently begged for Rascal to leave her pussy alone. She knew she had failed, she knew that the lesson she was to learn was specifically not to let her pussy influence her behaviour. She was supposed to be controlling her pussy, all her detentions had been based around this one simple lesson.
"The cunt of a slut provides it," Sarah began again, after she had taken two deep breaths to compose herself, "with the opportunity to service its owner with minimal impact on its behaviour or performance."
Sarah had to stop as these were the last words on the page. She had no ability to turn the page so she simply sat and dealt with the now painful attention that her pussy was being given. Rascal had commenced biting her lips and clit, nipping at them like a puppy. She was alternating these painful and annoying nibbles with fast, insistent flicks of the tongue across the young girl’s painfully engorged clit. Sarah felt as if her tender bud was about to explode. She had never experienced it swollen to this extent.
"Orgasms slut," the headmistress all but whispered. "How many orgasms did you just steal?"
"Four Ma'am," Sarah sobbed, knowing that the reckoning was not at hand.
"You will have your punishment session extended by one hour for each orgasm you stole. Not only did you not have permission but this detention was specifically to reinforce the lesson that your cunt is not something to which a slut relinquishes control. Name for me, slut, one person who gives control over their lives to the tools of their trade."
"I am a slut Ma'am," Sarah replied tearfully, unable to form any other coherent thoughts.
"The most apt answer that any slut could provide, but I fear that it was provided out of ignorance. Would I be correct in this assumption slut?"
"Yes Ma'am," Sarah acquiesced.
"Rascal, dismissed."
Sarah moaned with a deep relief as Rascal's mouth finally broke contact with her abused pussy. She could still feel the aftermath of her orgasms, washing through her sensitive flesh like the tide on a beach. There had been no way she could have prevented the orgasms she experienced. Would she be able to once her training progressed? It would be a true testament to the abilities of her teachers. Would she be able to eat a pussy with as much expertise as Rascal? She hoped she could because the ability to bring so much pleasure was something she longed for.
"Seeing that you did not actually learn the desired lesson, tell me slut, what did you learn during this detention. I perceive a great many detentions in your future if this simple principle cannot be mastered."
Sarah thought about the question she had been posed. She kept thinking as the headmistress moved around behind her. What could she say? What had she learned?
"Your...cunt...exists...only...to...serve," Mrs Huffington Smythe snapped, each word punctuated by a swift flick of a whip. The long tendrils of the whip flicked up underneath the open stool and landed on her overly sensitive pussylips. Rascal's attention and the recent orgasms had left her vulva extremely tender and the bound schoolgirl screamed as each stroke landed on her vulnerable sex.
"Who does the cunt serve?" snapped the headmistress.
"My superiors Ma'am," Sarah wheezed, trying to catch her breath in between her sobbing.
"I know you know these things slut. I know you can talk the talk, as you Americans say, but your cunt refuses to walk the walk. Well, I am waiting for an answer."
"Ma'am I learned that I need a lot of training to overcome the weaknesses that I have as a slut. I am very sorry Ma'am," Sarah said, breaking down again, as she expressed the disappointment she felt in not being able to control herself. "Ma'am I learned that Rascal is an excellent pussyeater and that I only hope that one day I may be as proficient. Ma'am, I learned that my owner's pussy is one of my many weaknesses as a slut. Ma'am I learned that your pussy has a beautiful taste."
Once she had started Sarah had begun to babble anything that came into her brain. She had been unable to stop. What the hell was that last remark about? She had been rattled by the sudden, agonising whipping on her tender pussylips. All she could do now was hope that it would not be seen as in any way disrespectful.
"Yes slut, you did learn a great many things, some more useful to your training than others. For the record slut, flattery will get you nowhere. By all means continue to employ it when truthful but do not expect anything to come of it. I am well aware of the desirability of my pussy, the words of a slut are as meaningless as the barking of a dog. Do you think I would take notice of the noises of a household pet?"
"No Ma'am," Sarah responded obsequiously.
"Any household pet. Such is a slut. Your status in the world is set. Your owner, I know, has two large hounds of which I know he is quite proud. Do you think he listens to what they have to say?"
"No Ma'am," Sarah gasped between sobs.
"A slut more often than not will hold a place in the household below her fellow pets. A slut must serve all her superiors with the same amount of care and enthusiasm. Is your place within your owner's house a little clearer slut?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"As a slut it is your duty to also serve the pets that have a higher status than you. And slut, unless informed otherwise, that will be all animals. I hope it is a little clearer why it is so important for a slut to ensure her cunt does not unduly influence her behaviour. Well?"
Sarah had remained seated, the metal bars on which she rested now digging painfully into her flesh despite their smoothness. She had listened to the headmistress tell her that as a slut she held the lowest status of any living thing she was likely to meet. If the treatment of the last few days was anything to go by, she was also less important than a great many inanimate objects as well. She had sat at attention, dazed by the information, though if she had thought further, it should not have been a surprise.
She knew the dogs that Mrs Huffington Smythe referred to. Two large staghounds, both of which she had always been too afraid of to ever have anything to do with. The fact that she would have to serve them as she did her owner had truly placed another dimension on how she saw herself.
"You may be asking yourself what this may have to do with the lesson you should have been learning during this detention. You are a slut. You sit on the lowest rung in society. You exist only to serve. Your cunt as part of a slut's equipment would hold a place of even lower status, if such a thing were measured. In such a context, do you see how foolish you are to allow the cunt to take influence your behaviour. Do you now understand how ludicrous it is for a slut to behave in such a way."
"Yes Ma'am," Sarah responded dejectedly.
"A slut's cunt is a tool by which she serves her superiors. A slut does not let her dildo or her uniform or her hair to affect her service. I hope this lesson has sunk in slut. Any further detentions caused by a repeat of this week's behavioural failures will be dealt with harshly."
Sarah listened as the headmistress impressed upon her just what it meant to be a slut. She felt so stupid and small. More than ever she knew that she was a slut, she knew she deserved this training, she knew that everything the headmistress said was true. There was nothing for her now but to become the best slut that she could. She did not deserve to come. She would only ever come again if she was given permission.
Her pussy meant nothing. The fact that she could come, that she could experience such amazing pleasure meant nothing. Such pleasure was hollow, a wasted feeling, and yet if she was given permission then her orgasm would be for her superior not her. She would be given permission only if it pleased her superior to see her come.
It had taken three detentions but she believed she had finally understood the lesson the headmistress had been trying so eloquently to teach her. It had taken the realisation that she was less important than other domesticated animals, that when she graduated and returned to her owner it would be her duty to also serve the dogs her owner kept. She was a possession that held only what importance its owner chose to bestow upon it.
She also knew that the lower the status the higher the standards of performance to which she would be held. There was no room for error. It would not simply be enough to be obedient. It would not be enough for her to just do as she was told. A slut did her best to anticipate the needs of her superiors and to fulfil those needs within her ability.
Sarah felt as if time had stopped as she processed the world-defining revelation. In truth, mere seconds had passed. Seconds which had seen the strict bonds on her arms released, causing an intense prickling sensation in her limbs. She sniffed the thick mucus that was blocking her nose, trying to breathe a little easier. Her tears had subsided though her chest still heaved with occasional aftershocks.
"Stand. You are to proceed to your holding cell. First however, a little gift to help you remember the lesson of today. Correction."
Sarah bent forward, grasping her ankles and waited for what was to come. She would accept any punishment, knowing she had earned it, knowing that whatever she received she would deserve, it was simply the lot to which a slut had been born. It was not until she felt gentle fingers manipulate the plump, tender lips of her pussy that she realised she would not be receiving further strokes of the cane.
Her cuntlips were prised apart and she felt something pressed against the opening. It was cold to the touch, but that was all Sarah could discover. Mrs Huffington Smythe pushed her plump labia aside with one hand, while forcing a small spiked metal ball deep inside the schoolgirl. The sphere itself was slightly smaller than a golf ball, its entire surface covered in small blunt metal spikes. Sarah gasped as it was pushed inside the opening of her slit. As it was forced further and further inside her, the exhausted teen moaned as the spikes scraped the delicate folds of flesh.
Mrs Huffington Smythe continued to force the ball inside the young pussy, until she could no longer feel it with her long fingers. "Attention. Inform your handler of the addition to your uniform. It remains your handler's duty to ensure you are properly dressed until it has been deemed that you no longer require the additional tuition. "Get dressed and move to your holding cell," commanded the headmistress, eager to see how the addition to her uniform affected her charges movements.
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