Yet standing over others

As they entered the school, Suzy and Jesse were greeted with the usual before-class madness. Sluts-in-training scurrying here and there as they caught up with friends or tried desperately to fix their makeup after being roughly utilised by a client or two during their commute. A new class of winter-term freshman had arrived a week or so ago, leaving the six-month seniors with the strange experience of not being the newest arrivals anymore. They watched the timid and stumbling creatures they had been just a short while ago; staring out from wide, red eyes and fretting over every little reddening their perky, young bottoms received. It seemed both an absolute age and no time at all since they had been in those same, blocky heels. So many humiliating trials and debasing situations lay behind them in a gap from them to now… but there still seemed so much left to learn. The summer slutwives were certainly not up to the majestic level of those real seniors yet. The perfect specimens of obedience that they all secretly wished they could emulate. It seemed a call to order to dig deep into their studies being able to see just how far they’d come… and just how far was left to go. A strange incentive to bend over properly, and show these newcomers how a real fucktoy grovelled.

Approaching their own lockers, the two sissies met Binita and Lizzy having a quickie against the wall. The golden-skinned hermaphrodite had sort of been absorbed into their core friend group by now… though she was still often at odds with Suzy. The two full-females seemed to appreciate having another cock to practice with, however. Seeing as how often the original two were more tangled up with each other. Binita was an ever-eager provider of penetrations, the rarer brand of human sex-toy around here. The algorithm seemed to have decided that she would be served best with a nigh-constant erection and barely-restrainable itch to shove it into every opening she could.

“I bet she’s being prepped for some awful, dominatrix mistress. Who wants to keep her half-mad with teasing but barely ever let her actually fuck anything.” Had been Franceska’s evaluation. The girl’s almost spooky ability to always figure out the worst possible... and therefore probably true... workings of their customer’s minds seeming plausible once again. Her unfailingly detached insight being something her classmates had come to respect and rely upon. If you were struggling to work out the specific kink to get an awkward client off; Fran usually had the answer. They were all working out each other’s strengths and weaknesses when it came to servicing others. Learning from each other and lending a hand... or mouth, or hole, wherever it was needed. Determined to make their teachers, and oh-so intimidating headmistress, proud of the dedicated, little sluts they were becoming.

The newly arrived sissies said hello to their interlocked classmates with two deep and probing kisses, but didn’t have time to join in further. First period today was a one-to-one tutor session, with their individually-assigned seniors. Jesse was **** to watch again as his dear Suzy was grabbed and dragged off by a souffle of lace and thrills: the terrifying creature they had met beneath the skirts of on that very first day. His lover didn’t like to speak much of what transpired while he was under the wing of that particularly gothic peacock, but it was clear the sessions were more than a little harrowing. In the depths of his heart Jesse feared the school and algorithm had recognised that spark of fierce pride and individuality that he loved about the femboy so much… and were seeking to stamp it out. It seemed insane that anyone would want to dampen the loyal passion with which that beautiful being still loved and obeyed his Daddy. Yet, secretly, he could also not deny the times where he had seen that same jealousy and devotion hamper his progress towards being a perfect plaything. It felt a little like betrayal, just to admit that.

Especially since his own provided mentor could not have made Jesse happier: Selene, the third year sissy who had entranced him from the moment he’d first laid eyes upon those long, long legs and spindle-thin frame. He saw that vision approaching now, slipping gracefully between the tangle of scurrying teens and looking like he was headed for the catwalk even in skinny-jeans and a crop-top. He beckoned with a slender, porcelain finger. Calling out across the crowd:

“Come on then, Rosy-Cheeks. I won’t bother getting changed into uniform… we’re going to be in and out of outfits for the next few hours anyway.”

Jesse blushed as usual. The unshakeable habit of a lifetime that had already earned him said term of endearment. He hurried over to catch up with this muse of pure perfection, barely coming up to the other femboy’s belly-button due to the ridiculous, pencil-thin heels he wore. The sway of those hips could lead him to the ends of the earth, if the Home-raised sissy thought he could ever approach such effeminate beauty. It was like clambering up the stairs after humanity’s final ascension. The form that surely God had first intended, before every other tracing fell short and kind of stumpy.