A gift and a feeling

As the man’s voice droned on, a strange sensation began to take hold of Jesse. It started with a tickling at the back of his neck, like a build up of static electricity… but one whose exploratory tendrils began crawling into his skull. A quick glance around told him others were feeling the same: with a general shuffling of feet and the occasional confused hand reaching up to scratch at that itch. Quickly the sharp-eyed sissy spotted a tiny pinprick of light flashing on each of their fancy new collars, but this was no normal mass punishment. There was no immediate pulse of pain and paralysis, nor even the degrading release of a **** ejaculation. Up on the stage, one of Mr Carter’s companions was fiddling with an interface imbedded in her arm, clearly calibrating something; but what exactly was she doing to them? The fact that the answer wasn’t obvious seemed far more unnerving.

Except… Jesse wasn’t particularly worried about it… he realised with what might have been surprise a few seconds ago. In fact, all the general, underlying anxiety that had been building up in him for days seemed to be finally slipping from his shoulders. Somewhere within the pit of his chest a great ball of… elation seemed to be building. A sense that everything would be alright after all! The human sextoy felt a smile begin to crawl across his ruby lips; and though, for some reason, it felt like it belonged to somebody else… He didn’t really mind that either. All around him, he could see his classmates reacting in much the same way: a sort of copy-and-pasted manic grin turning up the corners of every set of features in exactly the same way. They turned to each other and beamed, basking in the shared warmth radiating from all around them.

Above them all, their newly-installed educator and proprietor continued his speech without missing a beat. Though perhaps, if any of the trainee slutwives had been in the right state of mind to see it, they would have caught an only increasing aura of smug satisfaction oozing from his pores. Allowing himself a moment of self-indulgence in this victory lap with a more-than-captive audience.

“Now I know that times of great change can bring a sense of sadness… over that which we must put aside in the name of overall profit and progress.”

And suddenly, the slutwives did all feel sadness. A great, rolling wave of it which crashed across the hall and brought tears to every mascara’d eye. Yet, as soon as it was there, it was gone. Replaced once again by that ever-building volcano of joy and ambivalence. An internal, burning ascent towards absolute euphoria that seemed able to continue infinitely in its climb, if so desired.

“But change is the only true constant in life… and we must always be ready to change with it, to keep up and survive. Even if, for you, that means scrabbling for change on your knees, in the gutter.”

Another poor excuse for a joke, as the man casually played with his words and their humiliating meanings with as much nonchalance as he was the student’s minds and bodies. Yet, this time he was met with rapturous hilarity. As if never a funnier jape had been told. The tears that were still there began to run as Jesse and the others were near bent double in their laughter. Crippled by an overbearing urge that felt as pure and natural as it was separated from anything their conscious minds were trying to keep up with.

“So know this. All that I will ever require of you is that which you have been giving already: the whole of yourselves in service to that purpose which you were born to fulfil. If you focus purely upon that, then really nothing has changed… nor ever will. That is the surety and safety I can offer you, that no-one else can.”

Derrick Carter stared out at the sea of manic grins all pinned to him. It was a little sickening, actually, when presented like this. Something to fine tune a little. Still, the entire situation could not be considered anything if not a success… and one born out of more a stroke of luck than strategy. He really did need to find whichever outside player had stolen away one of these grinning playthings, and thank them graciously. With a nod, he motioned for his assistant to move to the next phase, as she slid one of the many control bars to full. He’d let the whole lot of them loose on one another for the afternoon and see what could be scraped up off the floor afterward. A reward and example of their unconditional change in loyalty.