Of a box at a crossroads

"My name is 'Silvertongue'... I'm sure I had another one once, but who remembers it?" The man who stood at the front of their class was short and cat-like in his movements… and very camp. "You don't have to bother with any of that 'Mr' or 'Ms' stuff with me, I'm as much school property as any of you… though you may call me one of the old pet-names I earned, like ‘Slurpy’ or 'Gobbles' if you prefer… You’ll find my lessons are always very formal, obviously."

He danced around while speaking, almost seeming incapable of keeping still. Glinting metal studs ran up either side of the bridge of his nose, yet below that glinted the feature which had undoubtedly won him his name. You could catch fleeting glints of it every time he spoke… for every square inch of his tongue seemed to be covered with a variety of carefully-shaped metal piercings. It gave a strange, whistling lisp to his speech, yet was utterly fascinating to watch move around his every word.

"As you might have guessed… I was not selected to be properly trained like you lucky, little things. I was originally sent to work as a public gloryhole at a busy intersection in the centre of town. I would kneel down in that little box from dawn to dusk and love every second of it! Over the years I dedicated myself to providing a better and better service, looking for anything I could do to make sure my customers went away satisfied…”

He gave them another, purposeful, flash of the tongue here… sticking it out at them with a cheeky wink for a second or two, so they could get a good look.

“Which is why one day, our dear Madame Stanfield took it upon herself to investigate why office workers from miles around seemed to travel to this one slut-in-a-box, rather than use their company’s own fucktoys or one of my nearer-by ‘competitors’…”

‘Slurpy’ made very plain his reference to other, rival, providers of public stimulation… was one of utmost disdain. Jesse got the feeling that this was someone to whom not trying hard enough to please your masters, was the ultimate sin. There was a prickling defensiveness there that almost echoed Suzy’s in regards to ‘Daddy’.

“She skipped the queue, shoved her flaps in my face… and made the call to buy me from the city council even while I was still working away. I’ve been teaching you whelps how to use those pretty, little face-holes of yours ever since. Though, I do still go back to my little stall on occasion… for nostalgia reasons or to see my old regulars. That wonderful woman was kind enough to buy out my real estate as well, and sign it over as payment for my agreement to pass on trade secrets.”

The self-professed oral expert offered them all a smirk, and no one could tell if he was joking or not. The off-hand way he spoke about spending years of his life just trapped in a box sucking cock or clits all day was shocking even to this class of would-be sissies and slutwives. But then, Jesse mused, that was the algorithm once again… wasn’t it. They were supposed to be innocent and delicate about their submissiveness. While here was someone from the darker side of the street… like Claire and Whitney were heading towards. The ideas almost wouldn’t fit in his head. The thought of being so locked in and constrained. Barely able to even see the sun or the owner of the current set of genitalia you were **** on. How could anyone think back on that fondly?

“So, there you go” Stated Silvertongue. “Now you know who I am, and what my qualifications are… shall we see who you all are?”