Your teacher's new work clothes

When your blonde teacher enters the room, you can't believe your eyes.

Mrs. Moore is wearing a dog collar and a black leather harness that frames her full breasts. She also has nipple clamps on. Her shaved pussy is completely visible, not covered by anything at all.

Nobody in your class seems to find this strange.

Turning to the class, she begins speaking: "Good morning, sirs. Good morning, sluts. I hope everyone has finished their homework."

Did she really call all the girls in your class sluts?

To avoid getting in trouble, you push that thought away and reach into your backpack to take out your homework. It's a five-page essay about "The impact of climate change on your local community"

But when you pull out the papers, your hands freeze. The essay you wrote yesterday is completely different. The title reads: "How restricting women's freedom actually protects them from their own impulses"

You read the first paragraph and feel like you're going to throw up. What is this bullshit? You would never write something like that! The words are yours, and the handwriting is yours too, but the content... it's poison. Misogynistic, hateful poison.

You look at Katie in panic and whisper, "Katie? Do you remember the essay I wrote yesterday?"

"Of course," she whispers back, confused. "It was really good. You made some excellent points about women needing guidance. Why are you asking?"

"I... Nothing. Forget it."

When Mrs. Moore starts collecting the essays, you hand her yours, forcing yourself not to look at her exposed body.

After collecting all the essays, she looks through them and discusses some of the topics your classmates wrote about.

Not a single one of them makes sense, and you can't believe that anyone with a functioning brain cell would write something like that.

But the worst part is when Katie agrees with them. "Yeah, I think that's actually pretty accurate," she says. "Women are often too emotional to make good decisions on their own."

At this point, you can't hold back anymore. "This is complete bullshit!" you blurt out. "Have you all lost your minds?"

The entire class turns to look at you with confused, annoyed expressions. Katie looks disappointed in you.

Mrs. Moore looks at you, shaking her head in annoyance. "Mr. Williams, this outburst is unacceptable. Go to Principal Myers's office. Now!"

Damn! Why couldn't you just keep your mouth shut?

You slowly grab your stuff and leave the classroom. As you close the door, you hear Mrs. Moore's voice behind you:

"Okay, after this outburst, I think everybody needs to calm down. Please come up to the front, everyone. Sluts? Get on your knees. It's time to show what you're good at."

Then, the door shuts.

What did she just say?

You turn around and look through the small window in the door. You see your classmates walking to the front of the room. You see Lyle holding Katie in his arms, comforting her. She is still upset. They are talking, but you can't hear them through the door.

Then it happens. Katie and every other female in the room, including Mrs. Moore, get down on their knees. You see Katie reaching for Lyle's pants, her fingers fumbling with his zipper.

He's grinning down at her. Then she pulls out his cock and puts it in her mouth.

This can't be real. They can't...

Suddenly, something smashes against the window, and you flinch back. When you look again, you see Mrs. Moore looking directly at you through the small window. Her face is twisted in anger. She holds one of your classmates' cock in one hand, and a textbook in the other, ready to throw it, too.

"Stop loitering in the hallway, and go see the principal!" she yells through the door. Her voice is muffled, but still furious.

You realize you need to leave.

Fuck!

You slowly leave and walk toward the principal's office, your mind spinning with everything you just saw.