Oral lessons

I stride into the classroom with the weight of authority behind every step, the air thick with the scent of submission and anticipation. The girls sit at their desks, each with a thick dildo mounted before them, their small skirts riding up to expose the curves of their asses barely contained by the fabric. Their blouses hang open, cleavage on full display, knee-high socks framing their legs like perfect little toys waiting for instruction.

The teacher stands at the front, his pet already on her knees beside him, lips parted and ready. He nods respectfully as I enter. "Headmaster, perfect timing. Today's focus is tongue technique on cock. The girls have been warming up on their dildos, but nothing beats a live demonstration."

I fix my gaze on the class, voice low and commanding. "Listen closely. A slave's tongue is a tool for male pleasure, nothing more. Today you'll learn to use it properly—either under your own control or as your master directs."

The teacher gestures to his pet. "She's all yours, Headmaster. Show them."

I step forward, unzipping as the pet crawls into position before me. "Open," I order. Her mouth parts wide, tongue extended flat and obedient. I tap my cockhead against it, the wet heat sending a pulse through me. "Like this—start with slow, deliberate licks. Treat the bellend like a lollipop, circling and stroking with just the tongue."

I demonstrate, letting her lap at the sensitive head in long, wet strokes, her eyes locked upward in submission. The class watches intently, some shifting in their seats. "Now, sometimes a master doesn't want effort. He wants a toy. Stay still," I command the pet. Her tongue remains out, motionless, as I drag my cockhead across it in slow, deliberate rubs—savoring the slick warmth, using her mouth purely for friction and sensation.

I pull back after a moment, addressing the room. "Each of you will try both methods. First on me, then on your teacher. Line up."

The girls approach one by one. The first kneels, tongue out as ordered, licking my bellend in careful circles before holding still for me to rub against. I correct her form with a firm hand on her head when needed. The next follows, then the next, each experiencing the commanding rhythm of tongue service and then the passive toy use. After me, they repeat the exercise on the teacher's exposed cock, their small bodies bent in obedience as he guides them.

Once every girl has demonstrated, I gesture to their desks. "Back to your dildos. Practice the same motions—slow licks, then still and passive. I expect perfection by the end of the lesson."

The room fills with the wet sounds of practice as the girls work their tongues over the silicone shafts, skirts hiked and blouses open, every movement a reminder of their place.