The First Rule of Bimbo Education

"So, before we were interrupted, I had asked a question," the professor reminded them. "What makes Brittany so good at sucking dick?"

Vanessa frowned and tried to think of the answer. Her teacher was asking so it was important. She wished she hadn't been so shocked seeing the pretty blonde slut blowing him that she hadn’t focused more on HOW she was blowing him. She was clearly very, very good at it. But why?

The teacher grinned out at the class and then seemed to grin harder when he stared directly at Vanessa. It made her squirm in her seat.

"I can see some of you are trying really hard to think of the answer," he said directly to Vanessa. "And that tells me you don’t have a clue about the right answer. You little B.I.T.s don't know the first rule of bimbo education. Isn’t that right... What was your name?"

"Vanessa, Sir," she blushed furiously.

"Vanessa, what do you think the first rule of bimbo education is?" He demanded.

"I...I don’t know! " she confessed. "I don’t even know what that means! I thought this was a normal college!"

"Well that was very stupid of you, wasn’t it Vanessa? " he asked.

Vanessa swallowed hard, tears beginning to well up in her eyes, and nodded.

"So you admit you're stupid, Vanessa? " he pushed.

"Yes! Yes, I’m stupid!" She declared.

"Good, Vanessa! Good girl! Good, good girl! That was a right answer! You’re a Good Girl! " The professor declared, delighted.

Vanessa was overwhelmed with relief and joy! She was a Good Girl! The professor called her a Good Girl! She'd never been so happy in her life! She was so lucky that she had admitted she was stupid and showed the teacher she could be a Good Girl!

"Now, Class, would you all like to learn the first rule of bimbo education? " he asked, stepping back from Vanessa's desk.

Vanessa nodded along with all the other B.I.T.s

The professor clicked a button and a slide appeared on the screen behind him. In happy, glowing pink letters it said:

The First Rule: Don’t Think About It Too Hard

“I assume all of you can still read at this point,” the professor said. “So everyone read the first rule out loud.”

Vanessa read it out loud in unison with the other new B.I.T.s.

“The First Rule: Don’t think about it too hard.”

“Good Girls!” The teacher proclaimed. “You’re all Good, Good Girls!”

In unison, all the B.I.T.s gasped and then shuddered. Sophia on Vanessa's left moaned. Lily on her right started giggling uncontrollably. Vanessa whimpered and soaked her panties. She was a Good Girl!

“But Brittany is even better at being a Good Girl because she always follows The First Rule,” their teacher explained. “What’s that first rule, class? “

“Don’t think about it too hard!” Vanessa declared along with her classmates.

She was so good at school!

“Exactly. Brittany gives a perfect blow job because she never thinks about it too hard. She doesn’t think about why she’s doing it. She doesn’t think about how she got to the point where she’ll suck any dick that’s offered to her. She doesn’t think about whether or not she wants to be a cock-hungry bimboslut. She doesn’t think about whether or not she’s getting enough air with my cock down her throat. She doesn’t think about ANYTHING too hard. Her mind is a happy blank page as she gives her all to the task at hand. She NEVER thinks about ANYTHING too hard!”

Vanessa couldn’t help it. She started applauding. The other B.I.T.s joined her. The teacher beamed and winked at her. Vanessa’s panties got damper. She was seriously crushing on her teacher and she didn’t even know his name!

“You shiny new B.I.T.s will learn all sorts of things in your classes and extra-curricular activities in the coming days and years,” the professor continued. “Some will be lots of fun. Others will be confusing, hard or even distressing. Whenever you’re tempted to tell a member of the faculty that you don’t want to do something or that you have too much self respect for something or that you don’t understand why something is happening to you, always return to the first rule. And what is the first rule, girls?”

“Don’t think about it too hard!” the class chanted.

“Right! You’re all such Good Girls!” he beamed.

Vanessa shuddered and came as she bit her lower lip. Beside her Lily was trembling and whispering in a sing-song voice “Good Girl, Good Girl, Lily is a Good Girl” over and over. Sophia had her pants around her ankles and her head was lolling about as she pumped her fingers I’m and out of her pussy moaning “Gooood Giiiirrrrrllll…”

“Ok, now that you know the first rule, are there any questions before we move on to the next lesson?” he asked.

Vanessa’s hand shot up.

“Yes, Vanessa?” he asked.

“What’s your name, Sir?” she asked.

He grinned at her.

“You may call me Professor Lords,” he said.

“Thank you, Professor Lords!” She said. “You’re my favorite teacher ever!”

He smiled.

“All the faculty here will have a lot to teach you, Vanessa,” he said. “But as long as you do what each of them tells you, it’s okay to have a favorite.”

“Thank you, Professor Lords!” She said. “I won’t think too hard about it.”

“Good Girl, Vanessa,” he said.

And then he moved on with the lesson because Vanessa was coming too hard to speak.