# Chapter Twenty Two: Head of the Class

Author: | Gospodin

Marie winced at the double punishment of detention and the blonde bully-girl's wrath. Looking around, she saw with surprise that several girls had filed in already, each in identical school uniforms to hers, the black leashes hanging like neckties from the collars of their white rubber blouses. They were sitting with their backs straight upright, hands folded on their desks, watching the teacher intently.

The blonde rushed to her seat, casting curses at Marie as she went. Marie realized with dismay that the only available desk was the one right next to her. Stomach sinking, Marie swung carefully into her seat, conscious of the two holes beneath her rear. On the other side of the pole dividing her desk from the blonde's, Marie could faintly hear threats and mutterings.

The teacher's latex pencil skirt creaked as she rose to her full height. Standing behind the desk, she clapped a long cane into the palm of her hand, cracking loudly.

"Class!" She managed to bellow without shouting, projecting no-nonsense authority in a conversational volume, "Stand and recite the pledge of submission!"

As one girl, the entire class rose. Marie stumbled to her feet, standing next to her desk. Looking around, she saw that all the other girls in front of her stood with their heads bowed and their wrists together behind their backs. Some had their fingers woven together, while others balled their fists so that their knuckles touched. Some of the girls managed to bring their elbows close together, but most were simply thrusting their shoulders back.

Marie tried to copy this position, but found herself mumbling along to the pledge without knowing the words. Fortunately, the other girls' voices were loud enough that she could just move her lips and listen.

> I pledge submission to my owner
> and to the Agency that guides me.
> I swear to obey
> my Masters and Mistresses
> completely and without hesitation.
> I thank them for punishing my disobedience
> and beg no mercy from their discipline.
> I take no pleasure for myself,
> the pleasure of those I serve my only goal.
> These things I swear
> by my life of eternal slavery.

As the girls all finished, Marie still mumbling "eternal slavery" under her breath, the teacher ordered all to be seated except Marie. Marie thought she could hear grunts from the row behind her, but ignored it as she wondered why she was required to remain standing.

"Class, you will notice that we have found a student to replace little Eliza. She is a brand new recruit, having signed only last week. Alas she has earned herself detention this afternoon, so the official student hazing will have to be delayed until tomorrow. With luck this will give you plenty of time to bring your favorite toys, so I expect an exemplary demonstration! Now sit, Marie!"

Stunned, Marie sank back into her desk. The teacher put on a pair of cat-eyed reading glasses and began to recite the lesson plan, covering the exercises that were assigned for the day. Marie couldn't concentrate on the announcements, however, because the blonde next to her was still muttering threats about the toys her Mistress would give her to bring to Marie's hazing.

The teacher was no slouch however, "...finishing our workshop on--Slave Melody! Do you have something to share with the class?"

The blonde bully slipped effortlessly into a demure answer, "Slave Marie has not brought her textbook with her, and Slave Melody humbly offers hers to share."

"How magnanimous of you, Slave Melody. However had you been paying attention to the morning announcements instead of constantly running that tongue of yours, you would have heard that today is strictly laboratory exercises. Neither you nor Slave Marie need your texts today, and you were instructed on Friday to leave them at home. Spend an extra half hour's detention today and we'll see what we can do about your tongue, your ears, and your memory."

The class tittered as Melody's eyes flared with frustration. "As you command, Ma'am."

The labs for the day began with a demonstration of fellatio skills. With a flourish that drew gasps from the classroom, the teacher peeled a banana completely and caused it to disappear into her throat. Head tipped back like a sword swallower, she worked it up and down a little before producing it again unscathed. The girls oohed and aahed as she gave them a view of her neck muscles bulging around four whole kielbasa sausages, and Marie had to admit she was astonished by the show.

"Pound for pound," the teacher lectured, clearing her throat daintily, "fellatio has the greatest amount of muscle power under the slave's control. A skilled slave can manipulate her throat muscles to produce more ecstasy in her Master than even the most expert Kegel manipulations. Of course it is difficult to prolong this manipulation, which is why we still teach vaginal constriction exercises. But if you are required to bring a man off within a specified time limit you could do worse than a controlled deep-throating."

The demonstration over, the teacher resumed her stern tone. "Pair up and take a dildo set from the box on my desk."

Marie looked frantically around the room to find a partner other than Melody. Her heart beat fast as she caught the eye of a cute girl in stylish glasses and a blue wig. Sighing with relief at the other girl's nod, she stumbled over to her desk pair.

"Hi Marie! I'm Kusako." The girl, obviously a few years younger than Marie, stood up and curtseyed. As she did so, her cleanly-shaven pubis peeked out from under her lifted skirt. Marie smiled and thanked her, but did not return the gesture.

"Have a seat, and I'll go get the supplies!" Kusako chirped, and hopped off to the teacher's desk. Marie sat down and cast a glance over at her old desk. Melody was holding an acrylic dong in her hands like a cigar, and gossipping with another blonde girl. She caught Marie's glance and returned it with a smouldering scowl.

"Okay, here we go!" Kusako had returned with a padded roll of smallish dildos, from a thin sillicone plug down to a heavy rubber inflatable. Each of them was tethered to the roll by a thin plastic cable, and they all had numbers. Next to the roll was an instructional card and a jar of flavored lubricant.

Marie looked at the ensemble, unsure, "So what do we do with all this?"

"Oh it's easy. We start off small and work our way up. I'm already at number five, so I'll probably start with a four just to be sure. But you'll have to start with the smallest even if you're an expert."

Marie did not feel like explaining that she had been forced to take the throat-numbing spritz in order to deep-throat the orderlies the previous week. Instead she let Kusako direct her through the training procedure, #1 dildo in hand, cable looped around her thumb for emergency removal, and with her head tilted back.

"There you go, just suckle on it for a while and let gravity drag it down a little. It's soft, so you can just swallow... Nervous? Here." Kusako guided her hand back, withdrawing the sillicone prong from her mouth, and applied some of the flavored goo to the tip. "This will help you salivate a little more, making it easier to hold the gag reflex."

Marie tasted the sweet orange syrup that clung to the soft cock. She felt her mouth slicken, and instinctively began to swallow. She felt her muscles contract around the squishy shape, and began working it in and out.

"That's it girl, just work up a rhythm and let it take over..." Kusako soothed, massaging Marie's throat gently with her slender fingers.

The two took turns spotting each other as they suckled successively larger and firmer prongs. When Marie moved on to her first solid dildo, she was worried that she would not be able to make it work. Kusako did all of her tricks as she had done on the previous times: talking in a soothing tone, massaging her throat, and spreading flavored lube on the tip. However, as Marie struggled to relax and let the object down her throat, Kusako leaned forward and as casually as a schoolgirl hugging her friend she reached under Marie's skirt and began massaging her clit.

Marie didn't even have time to act startled. At once her body took over and swallowed the solid cock almost completely. It worked its way in and out twice, the world dissolving. Soon Marie found herself in the stone courtyard again, her mistress's long boot-heel thrusting in and out of her mouth as she worshipped it.

> You learn quickly, slave. But take great care what company you keep. I am not the only Mistress in the world, and there are those slaves who dream of the rewards for capturing another slavegirl for the harem... Especially one as talented as you.

Marie continued to suck her Mistress's boot, the woman's true form hidden in the shadows. As she looked up, though, she saw figures moving in the background, behind the sedan chair where her Mistress couldn't see. She thought she saw chains and cuffs being passed between hooded figures.

Marie wanted to call out, to warn her Mistress, but her throat would only squeeze and suck and push the spike, kneading it and pulling it. She barely felt herself breathe, and her pussy...

Marie blinked, her hand being tugged gently from her lips, the dildo trailing out ropes of heavy drool. Blushing, Marie let Kusako take the thing from her to clean it.

"Any longer, and you'll go hoarse!" Kusako giggled, "I'd say you really have a talent for it, Marie. Your muscles will remember how, now, and the real important thing is all the shapes and sizes. Anyway, it's time for rope practice--I hate working with knots!"

Marie swallowed, a brief look of confusion changing to an embarrassed flush as she realized how silly she was being.

"Oh, I know... Everyone expects me to be good at nawashibari because I'm Japanese. But I've always been better with steel than hemp. C'mon, let's tidy up and move on to the gym."

The two girls spent the next hour following the gym teacher's examples, weaving harnesses, cuffs, and binders. The coup de grace came when Marie attracted the instructor's attention long enough to be directed in binding Kusako in a full suspension tie.

They returned to the classroom, and Kusako was showing off her rope marks to another girl when the lunch bell sounded.

"Sorry Marie, I won't be eating lunch with you. I have someone to go see first."

Marie was confused, not sure what the rules were, "You mean we are free to wander during lunch break?"

"Well," Kusako wrinkled her nose a little, "you have to get a hall pass, and you can only go a few places, but you have the whole hour to yourself. Why, is there someone you wanted to go see?"

"Well, I met someone who said to see him at cell 647. Do you know where that is?"

"Ohhhh, you've got a favorite in the staff cells, I see! Well that's up on the sixth floor. I'm going to the seventh so we can ride the lift together. C'mon, let's get our hall passes."

Marie was amused, but not completely surprised to learn that the "hall pass" was more than just a laminated card. Kusako and Marie were made to bend and grab their ankles while metal plugs were greased and pushed into their behinds. The plugs were part of an integrated chastity belt that was tightened over their shaved pussies and locked on.

Marie shifted a little to get used to the intruder in her anus, but Kusako gave another adorable little curtsey. Marie saw the lights on the front of the belt flicker as the girl lifted the hem of her skirt, and realized that it reminded her of the nurse's belt. Shaking her head, she followed her classmate out toward the lift.

"Try not to be late getting back." Kusako warned as they waited for the sixth floor, "The fourth alert is really unpleasant. Just head for the lift when you feel the first tingle, and you'll be fine--Oh! Here's your floor! Have fun! See you back in class!"

Marie waved and hopped out of the elevator, guessing that she knew what her friend was talking about but hoping she didn't have to find out the hard way. Walking down a long hall of what looked like prison cells, she found her way to #647. In it, like all the others, was a listless young man in a leather harness and solid codpiece, watching a kinky movie projected against one wall.

"Well hello there!" the young orderly sat up suddenly in his bed, all smiles. "I knew you'd come!"

Marie curtseyed the way she'd seen Kusako do it, lifting the hem of her short skirt. The orderly smiled through the bars of his cell.

"So I see you're in class now. How long do you have?"

"A little under an hour." Marie guessed, "I'd have stayed for lunch, but I haven't any food and I didn't want to spend the whole time in the room with Melody."

"Well I have some leftovers you're welcome to share, but I'm afraid I can't help you with Melody. If you've managed to cross her, then I truly feel sorry for you."

"Thank you." Marie muttered, accepting the plate that he passed through the bars, "So you know her?"

"Know her?" The orderly sighed wearily, and sat back down on his bed. "She used to be my Mistress."

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