Collars are for sissies

“The collars also keep a record of all your vitals, checking for illness, injury etcetera… Should for any reason you be required to not attend school on a day, it will inform you. Tardiness at any other juncture will be punishable.”

Ms Julian continued on with her lecture. Jesse was feeling distinctly exposed without the protective covering of his panties. Not only did his ridiculously-short skirt barely cover anything… but he felt like his only connection to home had gone too.

“Should you even be stolen… the collar contains a tracker through which we can find you. Attempts at **** removal will be… unpleasant for any who try. The device contains a highly sophisticated charge pack, which has a variety of applications…”

Suddenly, Jesse felt like an iron rod had been driven into his spine. Painful spasms jolted out through all of his limbs and every muscle tensed at once, near paralysing him from head to toe. Eyes whipping from right to left, he realised every single student in the room was experiencing the same effect… though the third years seemed a lot less surprised or bothered by it. Then, in another instant… the feeling changed. Now climactic waves of hyper-sensitivity and pleasure seemed to spiral through him. In barely a matter of seconds he felt the familiar explosion of an orgasm rock through him and a darkening stain appear at the front of his skirt. It probably would have been a lot bigger, had Betsy not nearly drained him completely last night… A small mercy he tried to focus on in the humiliation of the moment.

Moans and gasps came from all around for another couple of seconds… before the feeling abruptly stopped. Several of the students collapsed to the floor in shaking puddles, while not a pair of knees in the room were left without knocking together in trembling aftermath.

“The connection to your central nervous system has been found to be an extremely effective method of punishment or reward… though of course we do like to mix things up a bit and not just rely on it.”

Ms Julian surveyed the slowly recovering room with an experienced eye, clearly having given this particular practical example many times before. She smiled encouragingly at those who were clambering back onto their feet. Clearly not seeing the action as any particular joy… but simply an administrative necessity. Once everyone had struggled back up to their place in the lines, she continued on with the lecture. Carrying the flexi-tablet she’d used over toward the tallest third year.

“The collars can also be networked to by any public device, bringing up various information about the student in question. For a nominal fee… access can be granted to a variety of functions. For instance, downloadable collections of photos or videos taken of you while under our supervision. This is how we collect payment for your education here, you must consider it part of your duties to all aid in the upkeep of our fine institution.”

She, indeed, brought up on her screen a selection of images and files starring the swan-like creature she had connected to. Diverging from fully-clothed and artistic, to scenes of him being taken brutally from several directions at once. Multiple swollen cocks hanging ready to take their turn next.

“Any would-be customer can purchase permission to perform varying sex acts with you, rising in price dependant on invasiveness and your level of training, obviously… This is also how homework assignments we set you are recorded, via one-off allowances, but we will explain that further later… Any use of your services outside of these scenarios will now be considered theft, and will be recorded and reported as such by the collar. ”

The woman smiled at them all, happy that she had at last got all the basics out of the way. Jesse and the other new pupils could only exchange wide-eyed glances and gulps… suddenly the thing he had just let be slipped around his neck seemed a whole lot more ****.

“Oh! And anyone can also buy in to use the shock-treatments, of course. So do remember to always mind your manners, girls…”