The first morning of each session i teach a class for the new "girls" called SissySlut1. I have five girls waiting for me in the classroom, each sitting straight at their desks, so pretty in their blouses, short plaid skirts and black stockings, hair pulled back in ponytails, some giggling nervously about whats to come, some still smarting from the spanking they had been given for not having enough blouse buttons undone or the seams of their stockings straight. At the front of the room is a futon with a thin mattress.

I enter the room, dressed in my purple satin corset, matching panties, black stockings and six inch heels and carrying my crop. The girls stand up. "You may sit" i say.

"While we are in this room, we are all sissy sluts. You will call me Miss Jessica Slut. I call you sissy slut followed by your name. Understand, sluts?"

"Yes Miss Jessica Slut" they chorus.

"Good. Now sit" They obey.

As they do, an atheletic man dressed in a white tshirt and jeans walks in and joins me at the front of the class. We kiss, and i slip my hand between his legs, feeling the hardness inside his pants. He is ready.

i look around the room. At the back there's one girl who is obviously more nervous than the others. i read her name tag.

"Sissy slut Cherry, join us at the front"

She stands up, long blonde hair pulled in to pig tails, blushing as her short skirt rides up her legs and shows her stocking tops. She comes to me, clearly still unused to her heels.

"Stand next to Ian, Sissy Slut Cherry" i say. She stands next to him, trying not to show her awareness of the masculine man so close to her. Ian turned to face her, moving closer to him.

"Being a slut means using your feminity to attract men, let them know you are available for sex and providing them with pleasure. Providing pleasure is the highest duty of a sissy slut. Sissy Slut Cherry, this is Ian. Why don't you give him a kiss" 

Ian bent forard and Cherry gave him a little peck. "No!" i shouted and smacked her across the thigh with the crop. "On the lips". Cherry obeyed,and i could see her shock as Ian kissed her back firmly, slipping his tongue into her mouth, pulling her to him.

"Feel his body, Cherry" i said, taking her hand and resting it on Ian's chest. i could see her fighting the feelings coursing though her - a feminised man, wearing provocative girly clothes, exciting another man..guilt and disgust fighting her lust and sissy hunger. Ian rested his hand on her ass, pushing her skirt aside and resting on her panties, pulling her closer, her clitty against his huge, hard cock. 

"Why not help him out of his shirt" i whisper in her ear. Her hands pull the shirt up, and Ian takes it off. She hestitates..and then her hands are exploring his firm chest and tummy. i take one hand and move it across the front of Ian's trousers, and see her eyes grow large as she feels the size and hardness of what is inside.

"Undo him" i whisper. Like a robot her hand drops to unfasten his flies, then his belt. Ian steps out of his jeans and stands there only in a pair of briefs, barely restraining a huge erect cock. The room is silent and heavy with lust - i know every pair of panties in the room is hot and damp.