Class on becoming your harem/personal whores

Grinning widely, you say "I would like the class to be on making the female students into my personal harem."

The class gasped followed by a wave of objections.

"Quite down, quite down" Mrs Barker said, spending at least a minute to get everyone to quiet. She then turned to you. "John, can I have a word with you."

Ali, still in her panty exposing pose, muttered "Looks like you went too far pervert."

You are about to give Ali an additional clothing change in response to that, but Mrs Barker calls you again. Taking your rulebook with you, you go down to the front of the room. Mrs Barker opens the class door and gestures for you to follow, which you do.

You enter the hall, and Mrs Barker closes the door so the class cannot hear either of you. You consider a new rule to inflict on her, but she starts talking before an idea forms. "So you want a class on making them into a harem? That is of course easily doable, though it would help to narrow down exactly what you mean."

You blink in surprise, your thoughts of new rules forgotten. "Pardon me?"

She explains "Well, the phrase 'harem' can mean many different things. Were you hoping for the original, eastern version, which translated to a 'sacred inviolable place'? Or other uses of the term seen in the Ottoman or Mughal Empire? Perhaps the Westernized idea of a harem, proposed by misinformation in the 17th century? There is also, of course, the highly simplified use of the term used in pornography. Or perhaps you were referring to the anime genre, which would require further clarification due to the numerous sub-genres within it?"

You look at her in disbelief, and at how much thought she had put into his request. You didn't think Mrs Barker would be so knowledgable on the history of harems. You then remember you had made the rule that any teacher would become an expert in your class subject.

Grinning, you say "Well, I guess I was more thinking a variety of roles for the girls based on my particular tastes. You see..."

Mrs Barker interrupts you. "Oh, you want it based on your tastes? Ok, that makes things easier."

"Yes... what I want is..."

She interrupts again. "No need to explain more. I am already quite knowledgable of your tastes. You'll be wanting a blend of girls divided between strippers, prostitutes, personal servants, and a few wild cards. Sort of a mix between a traditional brothel, strip club, and fetish mansion, am I correct?"

You think of something to say, but after thinking about, you're not sure you want to add anything. That actually sounds pretty good. You nod, while being astonished that the rulebook had made her an expert on you specifically.

"Excelent. I am also assuming, and correct me if I'm wrong, that you would prefer that all the girls were bisexual, and eager to make out with each other should you ask. If so, I'm afraid that I cannot change someones sexuality with just a lecture, but could at least educate them on presenting believable makeout and sex sessions."

"Thats... sure. Sounds great."

"Very well. Of course we will also need a way to sort the girls into groups. You know, to determine who are the prostitutes, who are the strippers, etc."

"You can leave that to me. I will decide that at a later time. In the meantime, can you give them a crash course on everything, so they will be ready for any role?"

"I suppose. Do you know what you want to do with the male students?"

"Oh, I'm removing all males from the class, aside from myself of course" you say, referencing your new self appointed rule. "The girls will give me plenty to deal with on its own. Besides, I don't really want to share."

Behind the door, you hear a muffled "No!"

Looking over, you fling the class door open and find that Jill, the flat-chested redhead who's grades you erased, was listening on the other side.

"JILL ANDERSON!" Mrs Barker shouts. "Where you eavesdropping?"

"Yes! And I heard everything you want that pervert to teach us. Mrs Barker, you need to see reason! This has gone way too far! You can't subject us to any of that!"

"Subject us to what?" Tabitha asked. She, like the rest of the girls, was terrified at whatever it was that you came up with.

"They're planning to..." she begins, but you interrupt, shouting over her.

"That's enough Jill! You are no longer allowed to speak, or make any noises except either the phrase 'fuck me please' or moans from an orgasm."

"But I..." she started, before Mrs Barker shouted at her for using the wrong language.

You then added, "and as a further punishment, Jill, I have determined that you are required to be our schools second nudist. Like Stella you will not be allowed to wear clothing, cover yourself, or close your legs. Furthermore, in order to increase kinship between our two nudists, you and Stella will be required to kiss every 60 seconds."

Stella was outraged. "Please look at my tits! Why me? What did I do!"

"Nothing Stella. This isn't a punishment. It is a way for you two to get closer. Plus, it will be a sign of inspiration for the other students, seeing the two classmates with the largest and smallest boobs freely exposing themselves together."

The truth was that you just wanted to mess with Stella again, and was using Jill as a means to that end.

Jill was beside herself with rage. Refusing to say that phrase she gave her, she glared at you. Mrs Barker interjected "Jill, you are to change your outfit this instant so I can announce the new class. And you had better hurry, because you will be in big trouble if you are not fully naked and kissing Stella in 45 seconds."

Still outraged, Jill starts quickly stripping while Mrs Barker writes up a quick powerpoint to use in her presentation of the subject to the class. You tease Jill with "remember, you aren't allowed to cover yourself, so no using your hands to hide your tits when that bra comes off. Oh that is, assuming you wear one, being so flat and all."

She gives you a **** glare and says "Fuck me Please." with a tone of voice that makes it clear she really wants to tell you to die. You brush this off. 30 seconds later, she is walking over to Stella and kissing her on the lips, despite both of their protests.

"Thank you both." Mrs Barker says. I will need about 10 minutes to prepare this presentation, so everyone please hold on."

"Also, Rick, Harry..." she adds, pointing to the only two other males in the class, who were in the middle of texting their friends to come back and watch this. "You and all males are no longer a part of this class. Please leave."

Somewhat disappointed, the two pack up their bags and exit, leaving you as the only male in the room.

Minutes drag on, with the entire class in terrified suspense of what is going to happen. Only you, Mrs Barker, and Jill know the truth, and the latter is no longer able to say much.

With a little bit of time to kill, you decide to take the opportunity to write down a rule that will hopefully make the upcoming 21 hours of class go smoother. You want the girls to give the class their undivided attention, after all, so don't want them distracted with petty things like food or sleep.

• Old Rule: Female Student and Teachers in a class with the Female Behavior Monitor do not need to eat, sleep, drink, or use the restroom.

About a ten minute later (AKA ten Stella-Jill smooches later) Mrs Barker finishes her documents. "Alright class, I am about to go over the subject and curriculum. I ask you that you save your questions until after I present."

You chime in, "And anyone who talks without being called on has to eat their panties."

"Thank you John. Now as alluded to earlier, this course will be on becoming part of John Doe's personal harem."

As she said that, the first slide came up with a picture of you waving.

"John is, as you know, one of our most valued students, taking on many school responsibilities. He has elected to take on a third by becoming the central component of this class. Your job as harem members will be many fold, depending on your role, but the primary objective will center around pleasuring, entertaining, and taking care of him in various ways."

The girls just watched in utter disbelief as Mrs Barker hit the next slide, which just said 'Roles'. "Now, as a departure from some types of harems, there will be different kinds of jobs which you will be divided into. They are as followed."

She listed each role and made a bullet point come up for each, which read as:

• Stripper: Focus on erotic dancing and arousing removal of clothes. Responsibilities also include lap dancing, strip tease, stage performance, and private dances. Ability to jiggle various body parts will be essential for success in this role.
• Prostitute: Responsibility mainly focused on having sex with John. When not currently having relations with him, expected to encourage him to use you. People in this role are expected to be familiar with all of John's kinks and favorite sexual positions. Also of note that, despite the name, they will not actually be paid.
• Personal Servants: Responsible for asking and anticipating John's personal needs. This can involve getting things for him, making him food, massages, cleaning, organizing other girls, or anything John may request.
• Wild Card: These will be given special roles at any point, and will have about 10 minutes of preparation. Some example roles may be dominatrix, cosplayer, naked human furniture, or anything that John can come up with.

She cleared her throat and turned to the next slide. You simply watch her in awe. Meanwhile, half of the class have gone as white as a sheet.

"In addition to the split between roles, some common expectations will be shared by all roles. These include the following"

• Expected to make out with other girls at John's request, as well as occasionally doing so unprompted.
• To allow themselves to be groped, touched, looked at, undressed, or demeaned in any way.
• Expected to accept and answer to any nickname John gives them.

She looked up at the class. "Before I go on, are there any questions?"

Every single hand went up. Mrs Barker called on Trish, the tall ponytailed girl from India. "Mrs Barker. Surely you see how how horrifying what you're proposing is to us. Why, you used the words 'demean' in there. You can't allow this. You want to turn us all into sex objects!"

She starts tearing up. "Please! I have a boyfriend. I don't want to have sex with John. You can't do this to me!"

Mrs Barker laughed. "Oh my dear Trish. Theres no need to worry. First off, only the Prostitute group would be expected to have sex with him, and you only have a 25% chance of being put into that."

This did nothing to encourage the class. However, Mrs Barker continued "And besides, even if you were, its not like you will be **** to do any of this in real life. This is just a class after all. We'll only be studying how you would do these things in theory, not actually in practice."

There was a collective sigh of relief throughout the room. Everyone felt like they had just dodged a bullet.

However, this relief doesn't last long as you announce to the class "Actually, as Female Behavior Monitor, I have the authority to schedule an exam. And I will be having a six hour one tomorrow after class, where you will all have to use what you learned to become my harem in real life. I will be grading you on your performances in your roles. Only the top ten will be allowed to pass and continue this class throughout the semester. Everyone else will fail and be expelled."

Terror unlike anything the girls had ever know gripped every single one of them. Not only was it the horror of being your personal sex objects, but also the threat of expulsion, which your rulebook had made into the greatest fear on earth for women. They were literally **** between two evils, either studying to satisfy you, or face the unthinkable act of expulsion.

While this washed over everyone, you turned to Trish, who's former face of relief had become one of pure panic. "Also Trish, I don't want you stressing out wondering if you will be in the Prostitute group or not. While most classmates won't be told their role till later, I can promise right now to make you a Prostitute, so don't worry."

Mrs Barker, who was also looking at Trish, merely shrugged her shoulders. "Oh I see. In that case, Trish, disregard what I said about sex with him. You will just have to deal with it."

You add to your announcement, now on a roll, "Also, you may have noticed I said '10 students pass', but there are about 15 girls in the class. That seems a bit too easy since you have a 67% chance of passing anyway. To make things more interesting, I will be grabbing 25 more girls from other classes and adding them into this one. I hope the extra competition will encourage you to really give it your all, so you're not one of the unlucky ones expelled."

Everyones hands were still up, many shaking uncontrollably in fear, but Mrs Barker just continued to the next slide.

"Now, allow me to announce the schedule."