To banish all others

“These collars serve as your badge of enrolment at Stanfields, they serve to allow you through our security gates and identify you as a student here to any and all. As the Madame stated: as soon as you are wearing one, you are representing all of us… and will behave as such.”

The items in question were simple, black chokers, clasped in silver at the front. Jesse felt something of the finality in the click as his own was applied, pressing rather tightly against the small adam’s apple the algorithm’s hormone treatments had deemed suitable to leave him with. He was more distracted by who had applied it though… The four seniors had taken on this duty, moving among their younger peers like blazing torches among sputtering candles. It was the short, green-haired one who had reached up from behind to snap it around his neck… though she seemed to have paused for a moment to lift up the back of his skirt.

“Ma’am,” She called out, calmly. “I think we have a uniform violation here…”

“And on this one!” Answered a considerably more gleeful voice from three steps down the line. Jesse recognised sugary-sweet tones that could only belong to the multi-frilled marvel.

Ms Julian bustled over, looking a little flustered at this disruption. Jesse felt his skirt being lifted up to reveal the white, lacy panties he was wearing. His face flushed bright red at such treatment.

“Ah… are those yours?” Asked the teacher, as if already expecting the answer.

Jesse felt compelled to offer nothing but the truth, so intimidated was he by all the eyes and attention. “Err… no. They’re my roommates… she likes me to wear them…”

Again, the spectacled older woman did not seem surprised at all. Nor interested in making much of a scene out of this. “Staking her claim I suppose, oh well…” With barely a flash of movement she suddenly seemed to have a pair of gleaming scissors in her hands. With one smooth cut she had sliced through the side of the offending article and removed them. Then stood back up to address the room at large.

“If any underwear was part of your official uniform, it would have been provided. No other garments may be worn without our permission! This will be your only warning.”

Somewhere along the line there was an undignified squeal… the other offender was receiving similar treatment, but seemed to have been wearing a bra as well. Her breasts flopped out for all to see for a moment as the frilled menace held up quite an expensive-looking set of torn lingerie in triumph. “My Daddy bought me those!” squeaked the victim, clearly in some distress… but she cowed down quickly in sensing the mood of the room.

“As I was saying in regards to the collars…” Glowered Ms Julian, a little more sternly now. “Once you are wearing them: You are school property. You will follow our rules to the letter and recognise no other authority, be they friends, lovers, or the ones who paid for you to be here…” This last sentence she seemed to aim directly at the sniffling girl pulling her top back closed.

“You are now being seen as an investment… and the quality of the product which comes out at the other end relies entirely on your ability to obey. If this seems unreasonable to you… then it is best that you leave right now! The algorithm will be able to find some more fitting place for you, I’m sure…”

The girl returned to her place in line, still sniffling a little. No one else moved a muscle.