School

"I am your new teacher", I said in my deep voice.

The classroom is full of adult white women. Former professionals,wives—now students under the new order. Every pair of eyes follows me as I walk to the front. My Broad shoulders, dark skin, calm authority. Everything is adored by them.

I stop in the center of the room and look across their faces.

“What should you do,” I ask, voice low and clear, “if I approach you?”

Silence.

Not one of them answers. They are all mesmerized—breathing shallow, thighs pressed together, pupils wide. The air feels heavy. They already know the answer. They just need someone to say it out loud.

Then one stands.

A quiet woman in the third row. Mid-thirties. Simple dress. She rises slowly, hands at her sides, eyes locked on mine. Then she pulls her dress away to reveal her hairy pussy.

I smile.

“Good girl. Come forward.”

She walks to the front without hesitation. I place a heavy hand on her shoulder and turn her to face the class.

“This is the correct response,” I tell them. “When a superior man approaches, you stand. You offer. You do not hesitate.”

I tilt her chin up with two fingers.

“For her obedience, she receives the first demonstration… the first reward.”

The room remains completely silent as I begin.