I was so excited. It was my first day of real school! Sure, I had been to little school, where they teach you to read and write and all that stuff, and it was ok, but now I was in real school, where they teach you how to be servile slaves. I have never been so excited in my life!

I should tell you a little more about me. My name is Emily, and I am 12 years old. At 12, they send you to your school so you can be ready at 16. That's when you really start your life. I am still kinda short, and my boobs haven't really come in yet, but that's ok. As long as I'm in school, I'll be fine.

The first day is orientation, which I guess is like a meeting. My mom says it's where you learn about the school. And so here I am, dressed in my new uniform, a tight black skirt which barely covers my girl parts when I'm standing up, and a top that's like a bra, even though I don't have anything to put in it, sitting on the bleachers with the rest of the new girls. Some of them look scared, but I don't really understand why.

In the middle of the gym are the upper class girls. They are just kneeling there, naked and watching us. They look so beautiful like that. It's just, like, their place. They looked...perfect. An older woman walked out into the middle of the gym, petting each upper class girl as she did. Each girl seemed to swoon just from the touch. It made me feel warm in my lower belly.

“Welcome, young ones, to Ms. Annabelle's Slave Academy for Girls. My name is Miss Annabelle, and you will address me as such. For each of you, your parents have enrolled you, for whatever reason, and we believe in sticking to our guns. By the time you leave this school, each of you will be a slave, willing and able to do anything you are told. While you are here, you will follow strict rules to help you in your advancement, but that doesn't mean you can't have fun as well. We welcome it. The more you enjoy your training, the better off you will be and the more you will get out of your time here.

Today, you will all be partnered with one of our upper class girls. They will give you a tour of the school, tell you a bit about their time here, and get you started on your journey to be the best slaves you can be.”

Miss Annabelle pulled out a piece of paper and started reading off the partners. I couldn't wait for my name, thinking about walking around with one of those beautiful girls was getting me too excited.

“Emily Boure, 69553” She called off, partnering me to a girl who was called 69553. Weird name, but I didn't really care about the name. I bounded off my chair and almost ran to the podium, where a beautiful girl with long, raven black hair and chestnut eyes walked over to me. She silently offered me her hand and we walked away, leaving the rest of the girl to meet their partners.

“69553 is a weird name.” I said when we were walking out of the gym. She giggled.

“That's just my id number. In your third year they take your name and give you an id. It's supposed to help you understand what your life is really about. But today, you can call me Carrie, it's the name I used to have.” I smiled. I was liking this more and more. We walked for a few more minutes in silence, while I basked in the glow. I was finally old enough to start training to be a slave, I was walking around the school with the most beautiful girl I had ever seen who would help me get started. I was so happy.

“So you seem to like the idea of being a slave, huh?” She asked smiling as we passed a few juniors who were tied up and hanging up in the hallway by their wrists. I guess she noticed the look on my face.

“Yea, it just seems so amazing. You get to devote yourself so completely. I think it sounds so special.”

“I never thought about it that way. I guess it depends who buys you.” She smiled and I felt her hand on my butt. Her fingers snaked through my panties and in a second, they were on the floor.

“Step out of them.” She said, smiling. I did as she said, my face turning bright red. She picked them up and crumpled them into a ball. “You won't need these.” She said, tossing them into a rubbish bin. I felt really vulnerable, the skirt not really leaving anything to the imagination. She ran her finger gently in my slit and giggled as I moaned.

“Oh that felt good...” I said, never having experienced that before.

“You'll love the rest. You are way more wet than I expected. You know, I get to enjoy your body as much as I want today as part of getting you used to this place. I think I'm a little hungry.”

“I dunno...”I said, feeling a little scared.

“It doesn't matter. You don't get a choice, silly. You are a slave now.” She grabbed my hair, a full handful right at the base of my skull, and pulled me into a classroom. It didn't hurt, but now I was a lot more scared. She put me on the floor and put cuffs on my wrists, and pressed her pussy on my face to hold me still. I heard the clicks and felt a little stuck. I couldn't get away now. I felt cuffs go on my ankles while she pressed her ass on my face. I could smell her excitement, and it didn't help me at all. I felt her lifting my legs and I heard the same clicks again, fastening my legs high into the air. She ran her hands up and down my legs gently, licking her lips.

“I am going to enjoy this.” She said. I gulped, terrified but so excited.