Teacher explains the Harem Class schedule

Mrs Barker began "Well, since the exam will start in about 21 hours, we have a lot of ground to cover. Fortunately, since John is in class with us, none of us females need to eat, sleep, or drink" she explained, unknowingly referencing your most recent addition to the Rulebook. "Because of this, we will not be taking any breaks. Todays class schedule will be as followed."

As she listed them, they showed up as bullet points

• 11:00 am - Noon: A brief rundown on John Doe, and his fetishes.
• Noon - 2pm: Erotic dancing and stage performance.
• 2pm - 3pm: Crash course on submissiveness.
• 3pm - 4:30 pm: Lap dance tutorial.
• 4:30 pm - 5:30pm: How to make out, and have sex with, other girls.
• 5:30 - 7:00pm: The art of the strip tease.
• 7:00 pm - 8:00pm: How to anticipate John's needs before he asks them.
• 8:00 pm - 10:00 pm: First Review.
• 10:00 pm - 11:00pm: How to maximize jiggles.
• 11:00 pm - 12:00 am: John's favorite qualities in a servent.
• 12:00 am - 1:00 am: Cooking.
• 1:00 am - 2:30 am: How to make actions, that are not inherently sexual, look erotic.
• 2:30 am - 4:00 am: The appropriate volume for your moans and orgasms.
• 4:00 am - 8:00 am: Second review and miscellaneous.

You are once again impressed by Mrs Barkers perfect understanding of your increasingly twisted desires.

Mrs Barker adds. "Now originally I had planned to cover this over the course of the semester, but with the upcoming exam I am going to need everyone to keep up as we go faster then I anticipated. I also lack some of the ideal equipment and props. There's also only so much we can do with your school outfits. That being said..."

You interrupt. "Actually Mrs Barker, I can help you there. As you know, I have the authority to spend any amount of the school budget if I think it would help a class."

"Yes I know" she said. Meanwhile, some of the other students were further disgusted at just how much power the school had given you.

You continue. "Well, I can go and get you what you need. I could get some stripper poles, sex aids, chairs and tables, and maybe some good lighting. Plus new outfits for all of the girls."

"That would be excellent."

"Perfect. I'll go down to the office to get get some of the schools finances. I need to go there anyway to select the other 25 girls to add to this harem... I mean class."

"Very well. I'm familiar enough in your pleasures to teach without you."

You smile, after everything you've seen you suspect Mrs Barker knows more about you then you know about yourself.

All of the girls still have their hands up, but no one dares speak due to your threat of eating their own panties. Mrs Barker still does not call on anyone, preferring to save the questions for later. Instead, she simply says "Let me know if you need anything from us in the meantime."

You are about to say that you don't need anything, but then you start thinking about the sheer scope of the situation you've created. Personally choosing the outfits of 15, so to be 40, girls sounds like a ton of work. Plus knowing what props, equipment, set pieces, and others to purchase sounds difficult. It's making you realize that you may want a second pair of hands.

Your eyes look around the class, from the naked Stella and Jill reluctantly making out, to Ali still standing with her skirt lifted (giving you a front view this time), to the half dressed twins hugging each other for support. Your eyes then fall on Sasha Rivers, the drama kid who had requested to leave due to a play.

"She's into theater, so she probably knows about managing props and outfits" you think to yourself.

"Plus, she's quite the looker, and I haven't gotten a chance to mess with her yet" you think, examine her body. She was curvaceous with curly black hair. She wore expensive looking clothing, including a black drape front jacket, white under shirt, tight black pants, and a red scarf. Most days you've seen her she would show an aura of confidence, but right now she looked like a scared little girl.

You clear your throat. "Actually, I will be taking a student with me to help set everything up. Sasha, I will need you. Please come with me to the office. Also, you are allowed to talk now."

She shuddered slightly. "But... isn't it illegal for me to leave the classroom?"

You smile "It's ok. You helping me is part of the class. Thus, you will still be a part of it even outside the classroom. The law allows that sort of exception." And just to be safe, you update the rulebook to make it as you say.

She still doesn't get up. "But... but... I..."

"But what?"

"I... don't want to miss any of the lectures and be unprepared" she admitted in shame. The truth was that the idea of being in this class disgusted her to no end, but it paled in comparison to the fear of potentially being expelled. She was terrified of doing anything that may jeopardize passing the exam.

You go over and put a hand on her shoulder. "I admire your dedication. However, you will have a very important 5th role as my Organizer. Your exam will be different, I will be grading on how well you help me."

She nodded. "Oh I see. As you wish then" she said nervously, and got to her feet.

You turn to Mrs Barker. "I will be going now. Expect the next 25 students to show up as soon as I pick them. If there aren't enough chairs they can just sit on other peoples laps."

"Very good" she replies, though with a hint of annoyance that she is being delayed from her lecture by this conversation.

You give one more look at the other girls with their hands raised. You are drawn to Ali who can barely lift them due to needing to keep a hold on her skirt. You're actually a bit curious as to what she has to say before you leave.

"Hey Mrs Barker"

"What!" she asks, her annoyance becoming less hidden.

"It looks like Ali has a question" you chuckle.

"They all have questions, but thats for the end of the slides" Mrs Barker explains.

"Come on. Surely you can answer one."

"Fine I suppose I'll let one right now" Mrs Barker sighs. "Go ahead Ali."

Given permission to speak, she says "Mrs Barker, if John is leaving, does that mean I can sit down?"

Mrs Barker is about to speak but you decide to cut in. Had Ali asked nothing, you probably wouldn't have even thought of her. But now that she brought it up, you decided to have some last second fun.

"Actually, I'll take this. Ali, the whole reason I had you stand showing me your panties was to make sure you didn't break the dress code by lowering your skirt. Mrs Barker has enough to worry about, so she can't keep an eye on it in my place. What's to stop you from dropping it the moment I'm out of sight?"

Ali's eyes widened in shock at the realization that she had signaled her own doom by asking. "I... I wouldn't..." she weakly mumbles.

"Well, I'd like to believe you, but we have to be safe. So here's a compromise" you say, walking towards her. "Do you have a phone with a camera and internet?"

"Yes" she replied, nervous about where you are going with this.

"And do you have a social media profile."

"I do"

"Great. I want you to start a livestream on whatever social media you are most popular. You will position your butt so its right in front of the camera. Then, you are to jiggle your ass until I get back. I will be watching live to make sure you don't lower that skirt of yours."

Ali looked in panic at Mrs Barker for help, before remembering that she had been completely converted to your side. As if to confirm it, the teacher said "Well, you heard him Mrs Park."

Her lips trembling, she got her phone from her bag awkwardly due to needing to hold up her skirt. She equally awkwardly set up the stream and placed the phone on her desk. Then, after taking moment to take a deep breath, she positioned her butt right over it and started shaking her Korean ass. Her butt cheeks had a surprising amount of jiggle, considering how average her ass was.

"Perfect. Well, with that loose end tied up, I'm going to get things ready. Sasha you're with me."

Sasha followed behind you, surprised that you haven't done anything too horrible to her yet. As you exit, Mrs Barker calls after you "Don't take too long selecting the other girls. I don't want to have to repeat the lap dance lecture."

You give her a thumbs up and close the door.

Out in the hall, you take out the Rulebook and add a new rule for Ali

• New Rule: All social media algorithms are set up so that if a girl named Ali Park posts a livestream of herself shaking her ass, the stream will rise to the top of trending and concurrent viewership in every territory.

"What are you writing?" Sasha asks.

"Nothing important." you reply, taking out your phone to bring up the livestream. The jiggle shows watchers count is increasing by several thousand every second.

Satisfied, you put your phone away. "Ready to get going?" you ask Sasha.

"I guess." she says sadly.

"What's the matter? You look upset" you say, pretending as though the last few hours of mayhem never happened.

This seems to tick her off more than you intended, as you see a bit of her usual self confidence come out as righteous anger. "Everything is the matter. First, you strip and humiliate my friends. Then, you prevent me from staring in the opening night performance of a play I've been practicing for months. And now you're turning the entire class, as well as 25 other poor girls, into your personal sex dolls. How the fuck am I supposed to feel?"

You nod. "I see. Well, I'm sorry about the play. I don't quite understand your other objections though. Whats wrong with stripping them and treating them like dolls? It's fully in the school rules to do so."

"I don't care. Just sexualizing someone without their permission is bad enough. But you've gone way past that."

"Oh dear, this is going to make your job harder. You see, as part of the Organizer position you will be charged with selecting outfits that best highlight the girls assets. It will be hard to do so if you're also worried about their modesty."

Sasha starts up again. Meanwhile, you take out your rulebook and start writing.

Sasha shouts. "I don't care. I've managed costumes before, but never to someone who wasn't comfortable about it. You've taken away their choice. Not just in their outfits, but their entire lives. I don't care what you do to me. I'll even... risk... being... expelled."

She said the last part shaking in visible terror at the idea. You are somewhat impressed that she was able to work up the courage. Meanwhile, you complete your rule.

• Old Rule: Any student named Sasha with costume experience may be given permission to be a pervert by the Female Behavior Monitor. Being a pervert, in this context, includes a sexual thrill in objectifying or embarrassing other girls.

You look up at her. "So, you really don't want to help me?"

"No, never. I'll never stoop to your level."

"What if I gave you permission to be a pervert?"

Immediately her expression changed. She blushed a bit and smiled. "Oh, why didn't you say so? Well, if you're letting me be a pervert then its ok."

"Really, you'll help me humiliate and sexualize the class?" you ask, grinning.

"Sure thing. I'll dress those hoes up so slutty that you'll start splooging from just a still photo." she laughed, and gets a rush of arousal at the thoughts of her classmates being humiliated by different outfits and fetish gear.

"Excellent!" you say, clapping your hands. "I think this is going to be a start to a great partnership."

"Yes! I am so excited to work with you" she said, her breathing getting harder as her face got redder. "I want to learn more from you. The humiliations you dealt out... what you did to Stella and Ali, and all the others. Oh god, its so hot. Please, please show me more of your depravity."

Her legs shake from pent up lust at the idea of what you will be subjecting others to.

You feel flattered by her admiration of your methods. Honestly, your depravity didn't really start until you got the rulebook. But something about having it had made you addicted to the sensation, grinding whatever moral compass you had into dust. Now you felt like you hadn't even scratched the surface of what you could do, and you were happy to have someone who appreciated what you were trying to do.

Confident in your new ally, you head for the schools office.