Madame Martell's Schoolroom Bordello

You have a faint idea of what you want to do, but need a bit more time to figure out how you want to set it up. So you focus on the entire class and project, "Freeze!"

Everyone in the room other than you freezes in place, immobile save for the slight movement of their chests as they breathed. However, you feel the Sapphire heat up on your chest, something that hadn't happened when you used it before. You're guessing this has something to do with the number of people you were trying to command at once. You decide to play it safe and thin out the class a bit, and thankfully you have a good idea on how to do that. You focus on the male students in the class and say, "Unfreeze and leave class for today. You will believe Professor Martell let you go early."

The Sapphire grew hot again, but thankfully it seemed to work, as all the boys in the class got out of their seats mechanically and left the room with their things. You double-check that you didn't miss anyone, then close the door and lock it. Now left with only Professor Martell and about a dozen girls, you make your way to the front of the class and look over the frozen professor. She cuts a rather striking figure in her blouse and dress pants, but you decide to make a quick adjustment to more closely resemble what you have in mind for her. You undo the top few buttons of her blouse and pull it open, exposing her cleavage and the top of her pink lace bra. Combined with her deep red lipstick, which you thicken up a bit with the tube in her purse, this gave her the sultry image you're looking for. Now that she looked the part, it was time to mold her mind to fit the scenario you want to play out. Focusing on the psychology professor, you begin speaking, the full power of the Sapphire behind your words.

You are no longer a college professor. Instead, you are Madame Martell, the madame of a brothel that caters to a wide range of tastes and fetishes. You adamantly believe that this is your show room and that the students in here are the whores that work for you. You know that I am Mr. Birch, a very wealthy client looking to pay handsomely for one of your whores, and to you nothing is more important than making sure that I make a purchase and am satisfied with it. You will agree to all of my requests to inspect the merchandise in any way I see fit save penetration, and if I mention that I am looking for a specific kind of experience you will always happen to have a whore that caters to it. Speaking of which, when introducing a girl to me, you will make up a name, backstory, and sexual resume for them on the spot, with a tendency towards the perverted and saying what you think I would like to hear. Of course, whatever you say about each girl will instantly become true in your mind, even if the girls themselves try to tell you otherwise. And if they continue to step out of line and embarrass you in front of your most important client, you won't be above administering an appropriate punishment.

You're pretty sure that your commands take hold, even if 'Madame' Martell isn't reacting in her frozen state. Finished for the moment with her, you turn towards the students still sitting frozen in their chairs and, hilariously enough, still mostly looking at the now closed door that you entered from. You focus on them and start talking, but the Sapphire starts heating up about halfway through your spiel, and you realize that you won't be able to give your full command to all of them at once. With them frozen though, you have the time to stop and let the Sapphire cool down for several seconds, splitting your one command into two. Thankfully, that seems to do the trick.

You will not be able to use your phones to record or contact anyone, nor will you yell out for help. You also will not be able to leave your seat unless Professor Martell tells you to. You will know that Professor Martell is acting delusional, but you will be unable to disobey any direct order she gives you, even if you don't know why. Even if you end up suspecting I am behind this, you will be too scared of my supposed power to attack or otherwise harm me or Professor Martell.

When Madame Martell presents a girl to me, you will listen to what she has to say. If she gives you a new name, you will forget your old name and, though you know it's not your real name, you will answer to what she calls you as if it is and be unable to call yourself anything else. Similarly, once another girl is given a name by Madame Martell, you will forget that girl's old name and only be able to identify her by her new name, even though you know it isn't their real name. While you will know that any fabricated backstories or sexual histories she states are false, you will gain any fetishes or sexual habits Madame Martell attributes to you regardless of what your sexual interests were before.

You figure that should do for now. The Sapphire was getting a bit too hot for your comfort from being strained to its limit. It might be fun to selectively tweak a girl's behavior further if Martell gives you a interesting prompt to work off of, but this should be enough for a good overall starting point. As a final touch, you shut the blinds on all the windows, both to set the mood and lessen the chance of any prying eyes peeking in while you are distracted. Deciding that things will be confusing enough for the students without you 'teleporting' across the room, you make your way back to the door that you came in from, then focus on the whole room and say Unfreeze.

As if hitting the 'play' button, everyone in the room picked up where they left off. Everyone but Professor Martell, that is. The formerly stern teacher now looks at you with a sultry smile and a slight cock of her hip. Making no effort to fix her unbuttoned shirt, she sashays across the room to greet you.

"Ah, Mr. Birch!" she says, her voice taking on a husky tone, "Welcome to my establishment. Madame Martell and her girls are at your service."

The other girls now look at their teacher, absolutely dumbfounded by her shift in behavior.

"Professor Martell, what's going on?" a redhead near the front asks.

"And what happened to your shirt?" another girl chimes in.

Ignoring them both, you get into character and say to the 'madame', "Thank you. I'm heard many good things about your escorts, and am eager to try one out for myself."

"Well you'll have plenty of options to choose from," Madame Martell says, to the shock of the students, "Madame Martell's Schoolroom Bordello has a whore for every kind of man, if they have the cash."

"I don't know what's going on, but I'm getting the fuck out of here before this gets even weirder," a black girl near the wall says, bracing herself on the table in front of her. After a second her eyes go wide and she says, "What the... why can't I stand up?"

"I can't move either!" a fourth girl shouts.

One by one, the other girls realize that they are 'stuck' in their chairs, and start panicking. With all of the noise, you're starting to worry someone outside the room might overhear, but thankfully Madame Martell solves the problem for you.

"Stop whining, all of you!" she shouts angrily, and instantly the entire class goes quiet, "Mr. Birch is probably the best john any of you will ever get the pleasure of spending time with, so you better not embarrass me or this bordello, or so help me there will be consequences!"

The girls now look absolutely terrified, and you see a few of them start whispering to each other. Though they can no longer shout and complain about being stuck, they've all realized by now that something is terribly wrong with their professor. You can only imagine how they will react once the 'Madame' really gets started messing with their heads.

Madame Martell turns back to you, all smiles once again, "I am so sorry about that, sir. The girls are usually much better behaved, but it's rare for us to get visitors so early in the day, especially important ones like yourself. It's put them all a little on edge."

"I was hoping you would have prepared them better for my arrival," you say as snootily as you can manage, "Considering I've already paid for a private session, it's not like they have anyone else to please today."

"Once again, my apologies sir," she says with a slight frown, instantly accepting your response, "If you come visit us again, I'll be sure to do a better job preparing them next time. Now, is there anywhere in particular you wish to start, or would you rather I just go down the list of our girls?"

You look over the students, most of whom are now staring at either you or Professor Martell. You wonder if there is anywhere specific you are interested in starting, or if it would be better to give 'the Madame' full creative freedom from the get go.