Start of the day

You stand in the doorway of the main classroom, arms crossed, watching the rows of desks filled with your slave girls in their uniforms. Their tiny tartan skirts ride up with every shift, barely hiding the thongs or the glinting bases of anal plugs stuffed in their asses. Blouses hang open, tits spilling out, nipples hard from the cool air. You spot one girl squirming, her thong pulled tight against a shaved pussy already wet and glistening.

A teacher at the front points to a blonde in the second row. "You. Under the desk. Now." She drops to her knees without hesitation, crawling forward and unzipping his pants. Her mouth wraps around his cock immediately, sucking loud and wet while he starts the lesson on basic obedience commands. Another teacher grabs a brunette by the hips and pulls her onto his lap, fingers shoving aside her thong to plunge two thick digits straight into her pussy. She bites her lip but stays silent as ordered, hips rocking as he finger-fucks her in front of everyone.

"Headmaster," one teacher calls out, nodding to you. "Permission to demonstrate?" You give a single nod. He snaps his fingers and three girls climb onto the desks on all fours. Skirts flipped up, asses and pussies fully exposed. The teacher runs his hand over one girl's spread cheeks, then slides a finger into her asshole beside the plug already there. "Feel how tight she is," he tells the class, letting the others reach out and touch, pinch, and probe. The girls stay still, trained to take it.

You step closer, voice low and commanding. "Deeper. Make them earn it." The teachers obey. One girl gets pulled forward to choke on a cock under the desk again, gagging and drooling while her throat works. Another moans as three fingers stretch her pussy open on the desk, her juices dripping down her thighs onto the wood. You watch their faces flush, bodies trembling but obedient, every thrust and suck reinforcing their place.

The bell rings but no one stops. Teachers keep using the pets, cocks thrusting into eager mouths or fingers pumping hard into dripping holes. One girl looks up at you with glassy eyes, lips stretched around a thick shaft, waiting for your next order. You point to two of them. "Those two. My office at the end of the day. The rest go home with their teachers for private training."

The girls crawl off the desks, adjusting their skirts just enough to walk, plugs still buried deep and thongs soaked. The chosen ones follow you out, already on their knees before the door closes behind them, hands reaching for your belt as the day stretches into night.