Sore thoughts

Jesse arrived at the table with a slightly-stinging rump. The red welts where Mr Durren had laid his ruler still visible for all and sundry. The man had clearly had a lot of practice over the years though, the punished sissy felt sure that those strikes could have been made to hurt a lot more and show a little less if the ageing teacher had truly wanted. As it was, the teen was already beginning to become a little used to perching delicately on a raw and naked rear while eating his lunch. A skill he was fairly sure was only going to become more useful as his studies went on.

The others were clearly in the middle of catching Suzy up on some of the lesson he had clearly missed out on, while otherwise distracted or half-comatose in aftermath.

“He said our collars have brought it to their attention that we’re still not greeting everyone we meet properly. Y’know the whole ‘Hello Sir/Madam, may I service you?’ thing… So now every time we don’t say it when we meet someone, we will get deducted an overall mark in his class.”

Lizzy explained, half-guiltily… as if it was her that was enforcing such draconian rules.

"That could add up to a girl failing real fast…" Fran summarised. "They don't even tell us what our final marks are out of… or based on… It's gotta be deliberate. Guess we've just gotta be the best little sluts we can at all times."

Jesse blanched, thinking of all the times he'd failed to give out the demanded greeting since his one encounter with Madame Stanfield herself. The sissy supposed he had just been trying to avoid the embarrassment of accepting what he now was. Which was probably exactly what the rule was determined to break down. Once it became habitual for them to simply offer themselves up to whoever they met, there was little room for pride. They were all whores in service to the school, on the way to becoming something even less free: The perfect slaves to other people's darkest fantasies. Perhaps it would be better if he accepted that sooner, rather than later.

Yet, talking with his friends seemed to lighten the weight of it so quickly. They were all mirrored souls, struggling through together. Relaying the various misadventures each had had the night before. Suzy had spent all evening begging his Daddy for some great favour. Franceska'd had to explain to her delinquent Home-mates how a shared subscription upon her usage might work. Lizzy had apparently been so anxiously self-doubting as to whether anyone would actually pay for her that she'd taken a note from Silvertongue's book and stood naked in the middle of an intersection. The sort of strangely straightforward thinking that was becoming a trademark of the quiet teen. She'd ended up being pulled into the back of a van by several network maintenance workers and then dumped back where they found her several hours later. According to her they'd actually been 'very nice' and just got her to pleasure them while they chased down the various frayed wires and broken connections that the algorithm's own automated repair systems couldn't solve.

Apparently she'd actually quite enjoyed being jostled around with the toolboxes and coarse men in the back of their van, screwing away their weekly bonuses and then clambering with them into the bowels of the city. It would seem they'd never caught anything close to a '1st Class' rated plaything, and marvelled at how Lizzy had not complained at all as her naked body became streaked with the grease and muck that they and their underbelly world were perpetually coated in. While the human sextoy herself had been amazed to learn that they actually knew very little at all about how the complex system's that ran everything worked. They just went where their work tabs told them and fixed whatever the gathered robo-drones were struggling with. The grand algorithm's processes were as alien to them as anyone.

Compared to all that, Jesse suddenly felt a little ashamed to have any complaints about his own experiences of being wined and dined in the lap of luxury. But it opened up just another layer in his head of how much of the world was being kept out of sight and mind for most people. He had caught a glimpse of the glittering lives above… and found souls just as trapped by who they were born to be. Lizzy had crawled through the cracks below… and found there were secrets buried even there. The sissy was beginning to wonder if anyone knew who was actually in control of all this. Or if any human mind could even comprehend the complexities of what their society had become. What if the algorithm had just been set running long ago… and had now stepped far beyond its remit. Would they even know? The thought sent shivers down his spine.