The second day

My girls are still reeling from the shock of seeing my magnificent cock for the first time. I must say, it's quite amusing to see them struggle with their newfound reality. As their professor and tutor, it's my duty to mold them into perfect young ladies, and that includes breaking down any preconceived notions they may have about themselves.

This morning, I woke up early and made my way to the dormitory where my students are being held. They're all wearing those cute little collars with GPS tracking devices now, so there's no chance of them trying to escape. Not that they'd get far even if they tried – this school is designed to be a self-sustaining ecosystem, after all.

As I entered the room, I could sense a mix of emotions emanating from each girl. Some looked scared, others seemed defiant, but most just appeared shell-shocked. Good – that means they're already starting to realize who's in charge here.

"Good morning, girls," I said brightly as I strode over to stand before them. "I trust you've had some time to reflect on our little encounter yesterday?"

None of them responded immediately; instead opting for sheepish glances at one another or downcast gazes at their feet.

"Don't worry if you need some extra motivation," I purred reassuringly while flashing a sly smile at each student in turn before zeroing back onto theirs eyes lingering particularly longer than was necessary given such eye contact between tutor-student normally indicates something more sinister lurking within subtext used

Of course we know because last night sucked -Bigtime..