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Catherine\nJoyce looked over at the timid young man sitting opposite her. She crossed her\nlegs and straightened her back, portraying a confident demeanor as she sat back\nin her chair. She was the Principal of Ashworth Academy, an exclusive private\neducation center for 18 to 21-year-olds. Most parents send their kids off to\ncollege, but those with enough common sense and cash send them to Ashworth\nAcademy.

At 38 years old, Catherine was Ashworth’s\nyoungest-ever Principal and the first woman elected to the role. The Academy\ntook a traditional view of education and believed in strict schedules and\ndiscipline when the rules were broken. Being expelled from the Academy was\nenough to destroy your family’s entire reputation, and the threat of such\nactions was enough to strike fear into the young students.

“So, Chris, do you\nknow why you’re here?” Catherine said. She enjoyed the look of fear in her\nstudent’s eyes as she scolded them.

“Y- yes, Miss,” the\n19-year-old brunette responded.

“You were caught\nsmoking behind the science building by Miss Love again, weren’t you?” Her words\nspat out like venom. The shaggy brunette student could only timidly nod his\nhead.

“I’m sure you remember\nwhat I said the last time it happened.” Catherine’s words caused the young man’s\neyes to widen in fear.

“No, no. Please. I won’t\ndo it again. My Dad will kill me,” he pleaded. Catherine grinned and readjusted\nher suit jacket. She loved it when they begged for forgiveness. As fierce as\nher reputation was, her looks were altogether something else. She had\nmid-length dark blond hair and wore black thin-rimmed glasses. Her brown eyes\nwere so dark that it felt like you were staring into the abyss if you got close\nenough. She was slim and busty, with E-cup breasts, although her stylish navy\nblue suit did all it could to hide her assets from her students and colleagues.

Catherine slowly nodded, her hair pinned back into a\ntight bun. “Very well,” she said. I expect $1,000 deposited in my\naccount by the end of the school day.” Her words made the student gasp. Last\ntime, it was only $300. He was preparing to negotiate when the Principal cut\nhim off. Otherwise, I will be making a phone call to your parents this evening.\nDo I make myself clear?” He nodded his head frantically.

“Very well, now get\nout of here before I expel you on the spot,” Catherine commanded, and the\nbrunette student sprung from his seat and urgently exited the office. Principal\nJoyce allowed herself to smile; her side hustle was really picking up.

Before the office door could close, a feminine hand kept\nit open. The Head of Biology, Eliza Love, entered the office with a similarly\npredatory grin. Eliza was one of Catherine’s first hires when\nshe earned her promotion. They attended the same college and had known each\nother for almost twenty years. Eliza had fiery red hair and hazel eyes. She was\nshort at 5’2 and had a body many would compare with a washboard. She had small\nB-cup breasts, and her ass had minimal curves to it. However, her attitude was\njust as fiery as her hair, and she was one of the few people Catherine could\nconfide in.

“Another easy take?”\nShe asked her boss as she approached the desk.

Catherine chuckled and nodded. “He\nfolded without hesitation,” she replied. “This idea of yours was genius. Those\nlosers will do anything to stay at this school.”

The redheaded Biology teacher took a seat. “How\nmuch is that in the account now?”

The blond Principal typed away on her desktop computer. “Ohh,\njust shy of $250k. Not bad for three months’ work.” Her comment elicited a\nlaugh from Eliza.

The scheme was foolproof, Catherine thought. During a\ngirl’s night out with Eliza and two other female faculty\nmembers, the women complained about the lack of gratitude they received from\nthe students’ wealthy parents. Eliza suggested that the women could use the\nAcademy’s exclusive reputation to their advantage. The threat of expulsion or\nsevere punishment was enough to terrify most students, and they would do\nanything to prevent that from occurring, including parting with their trust\nfunds. Eliza and the two other teachers, Sandra and Amanda, would identify\nsuitable candidates and then send them to Principal Joyce for extortion. The\nplan was successful, and the women had already stashed away a quarter million\ndollars.

“How much should it\ngrow before we start taking it out?” Eliza asked her boss.

“I think about 100K\neach should be enough,” the Principal replied, and the two women laughed in\nunison.

Unbeknownst to them, their conversation was not entirely\nprivate. The Academy’s janitor and groundskeeper, Johnny\nTurner, was cutting the hedges just below Principal Joyce’s office windows when\nhe heard the two women speak. Peering closer, he heard every incriminating\nword, and a wide smirk crossed his lips. Catherine Joyce had treated the\njanitor like shit ever since she was promoted to Principal, just because he had\nthe audacity to ask her out when she first started. This information was going\nto change everything, Johnny thought to himself.

❖

Catherine\njoyously entered her office the next day, hanging her over-the-shoulder handbag\non the coat hook. As usual, several unopened letters were waiting for her on\nher desk, and she took a seat and began sifting through them.

She opened a couple of mundane energy bills and a lovely\nhandwritten note from an alumni member begging the Academy to admit his\ndaughter, but it was another letter that caught her eye. The envelope\nspecifically cited her name, and no address accompanied the name, meaning the\nletter was hand-delivered.

Curiously, she\npeeled open the envelope, but its contents soon horrified her. Inside the\nenvelope was a redacted bank statement from the account she had been using to\nextort money from her students. The depositor names and amounts were all\nblacked out, but it was clearly a statement from Catherine’s\nsecret bank account.

A handwritten letter accompanied the statement. The messy\nscrawl indicated to Catherine that the author of the note wasn’t\none of the students, as the Academy took pride in teaching perfect cursive.\nEach word attached to the letter pushed a dagger deeper into Catherine’s heart.

‘I have all the\nevidence I need to send you to jail. If you want to keep your job and freedom,\nmeet me in the English classroom at 4:15 after school. Don’t be late!’

Catherine was furious. Was this a form of blackmail?\nPerhaps a parent found out and wanted to exact revenge. The blond thought about\nwarning her accomplices but decided against it. If she could fix this herself,\nthe other women didn’t need to know. Catherine decided the best\ncourse of action was to act as if nothing had happened before confronting her\nblackmailer after hours. She tentatively loaded up her PC and attempted to get\nsome work done. It was going to be a long day.

❖

The\nschool day dragged on as Catherine impatiently waited to discover her fate.\nEventually, the bell rang to signal the end of lessons, and the students\nquickly filtered out. Catherine usually enjoyed roaming the halls of an empty\ncorridor outside of school hours. Still, it felt more like she was walking to a\nsentencing hearing this time around.

The Principal opened the English classroom door and\nstopped in her tracks when she discovered the room was not empty. Her three\naccomplices were already sitting at the traditional old-school desks. The look\nof worry on their faces told Catherine everything she needed to know about\ntheir predicament; they had received the same letter.

Sitting next to Eliza was Sandra Lutz, Ashworth Academy’s\n32-year-old English teacher. Sandra had an alternative style with mid-length\njet-black straight hair presented in a pixie cut. She wore dark makeup around\nher eyes and usually had dark lips; her lips were as black as her hair on this\noccasion. While she wore a professional suit at work, her casual style\ntypically consisted of dark t-shirts with some band logo emblazoned across the\nfront and ripped jeans. She was relatively tall at 5’10, and she hid her C-cup\nbreasts well. While she was relatively attractive, she had thin lips and\ncovered up every curve of her body, keeping her perennially single.

Beside her sat Amanda Sachs. Amanda was by far the\nyoungest of the group. At 24 years old, she was fresh out of college. Catherine\nhired her because she enjoyed the young woman’s ambition and\nself-confidence. Catherine saw Amanda as a younger version of herself. Amanda\nwas not much older than most of the students she taught, and she had to fend\noff constant advances from the boys in her class. Her naturally light blond\nhair and cute face with pouty, cupid bow lips did nothing to deter anyone from\nhitting on her. She eventually used her looks to her advantage, sending any\nstudent who dared ask her out straight to the Principal, where Catherine took\ncare of the rest.

Catherine was about to address her subordinates when\nJohnny Turner walked in behind her. The Principal’s eyes widened when\nshe saw the chubby 45-year-old move to the front of the class. “Sit down, Miss\nJoyce,” he confidently told her.

“But,” the Principal\nstarted, but Johnny narrowed his eyes and cut her off.

“I said sit down!” He\nspoke more commandingly this time, prompting the dark-blond woman to take a\nseat without any further complaint.

“Very good,” the\njanitor grinned. “My, my, what trouble you are in.” Catherine was restless. She\nknew he had discovered their blackmailing scam, but what damage could a lowly\njanitor really cause?

“Those poor students,”\nJohnny shook his head. “Their parents put their trust in you to educate and\nempower them, and this is how you respond? You should be ashamed of yourselves.”\nHe tried to layer on the guilt.

“Catherine narrowed\nher eyes. “What do you want?” She cut to the chase. “Do you want a cut of the\nprofits? We can work something out.”

Johnny gasped in faux offense. “Who\ndo you think I am? I’m not some criminal like you four.” His shocked expression\nturned to a grin. “My brother is a top detective at the precinct, and he’s been\nlooking for a way to get ahead. I think this case will earn him plenty of\nbrownie points with his superiors.”

Catherine heard the other women gasp, but she knew the\njanitor would have already told her brother if he intended to put them in jail.\n“OK, so what do you want?” She repeated.

Johnny’s grin grew wider, and he slid four small\ncardboard packages from under the teachers desk. He positioned a box in front\nof each teacher. “I’m glad you asked,” he started. “Over the next four\nSaturdays, you will be visiting this classroom and you will be attend my\nspecial punishment lessons. If you fail to show up, or you fail to obey my\nevery command, I will have my brother on the phone, and you will all end up\nbehind bars.”

Catherine parted her lips and gasped. The asshole wanted\nto punish their blackmailing scheme by blackmailing them? Johnny continued, “Inside\nthe packages are your new uniform. I expect you to wear every item in the box,\nor you will be punished.”

“How about we-”\nCatherine began to negotiate with the janitor, but the chubby man was having\nnone of it. “You can go now. See you on Saturday.” He left the room before\nanyone else could complain, leaving the four faculty members totally bemused.

❖

Catherine’s office door slammed shut, and the\ndark-blond-haired Principal furiously sat at her desk. How dare that fat,\nperverted slob dare attempt to control her life. She tossed the brown package\nagainst a wall and loaded her PC. She was determined to make him pay.

The fiery blond sifted through the employee files until\nshe rested on the janitor’s name. He had worked at Ashworth Academy\nfor nine years and had two previous warnings on his record for sexual\nharassment. These days, such a warning would get him fired immediately, but the\nAcademy was more lenient back then.

Catherine began searching online for methods of\neliminating her problem. She looked into ways of fabricating evidence, all the\nway to the extremes of assassination. She clicked on a link to a website that\npromised her to make all her problems disappear overnight, but as the website\nbegan to load, her entire screen went blank.

At first, Catherine thought the power had cut off, but\nbefore she could investigate, a message in bright white font dominated her\nscreen. ‘Your PC is being actively monitored. You will receive an\nextra gift for your first lesson as punishment for your insubordination. Ensure\nyou wear it on Saturday, or there will be consequences.’

Catherine clenched her fists. “That\nfucking asshole!” she blurted out, seething. She heard a knock at the door. The\nPrincipal stood up to answer it, but no one was around when she opened the\ndoor. She looked down and found a small cardboard board lying on the floor.\nThis must have been the package she was warned about. She cautiously picked it\nup and opened the package. “Son of a bitch,” she cried out, her eyes resting on\nthe thin bright pink choker presented in front of her. She had no intention of\nbeing humiliated in front of the dark-haired slob. Still, until she figured out\na way to turn the tables, she needed to play along. She wouldn’t last five\nminutes in jail.

❖

Catherine\nwas incensed as she stood outside the English classroom. She had decided not to\nlook inside the uniform package until today, and the outfit she found herself\nwearing was beyond humiliating.

She wore a tight white button-up blouse. However, all the\nbuttons were missing. The only way Catherine could cover her generous E-cup\nbreasts up was to tie the lower part of her blouse together in a bow, revealing\nher slim, toned midriff. The top accentuated her curves by displaying her\nmountainous cleavage. The blouse refused to cover her up no matter how hard the\nPrincipal tried.

The blouse was complimented by her humiliating pink and\nblack pleated plaid miniskirt, barely covering the entirety of her plump ass,\nand almost certainly exposed her if she ever bent over. Her legs were encased\nin semi-sheer pink stockings, with a floral patterned hem decorating her\nthighs. The skirt failed at covering her hems, and a tiny sliver of bare skin\ndisconnected her skirt and stockings. Patent pink 4”\nstiletto heels adorned her feet, forcing her to totter on her tiptoes.

To add to her embarrassing juvenile appearance, her\ndark-blond hair was separated into two tall pigtails, with bright pink ribbons\ndisplayed atop her head. Large pink plastic hoop earrings adorned her ears.\nThis was the antithesis of the dominant style she usually tried to convey.

Her final accessory was in her hands. She stared at the\nslim pink PVC choker before wrapping it around her neck. Once she buckled the\nclasp together, she heard an ominous click, and the seam appeared to disappear\nentirely. In a panic, Catherine tugged the choker, but it stayed put for the\ntime being.

The powerful Principal looked like a porn star\nroleplaying as a schoolgirl. It was incredibly humiliating, but she knew her\nembarrassment was only beginning. Tentatively, she pushed the door open and saw\nher three accomplices wearing the same outfit, with subtle differences. Instead\nof pink, Eliza adorned a green color scheme, with her equally short pleated\nskirt colored green and black. She wore green stockings, heels, and green\nribbons in her hair. Sandra was given a red color scheme, and Amanda was styled\nin a sunshine yellow. None of the other three faculty members had chokers\naround their necks.

“Nice of you to join\nus,” Johnny remarked smugly with his feet up on the teacher’s desk. “You look\ngood.”

Catherine raised her hand and unsteadily tottered towards\nan empty desk. “Let’s just get this over with, shall we,”\nshe said defiantly.

Just as she planned to sit down, she felt a light jolt of\nelectricity spark against her neck before a powerful shock hit her, running\ndown her spine. Catherine cried out and needed to hold on to the table to\nbalance herself. She glared back at the janitor. “You are wearing a\nbehavior collar. It will ensure you act appropriately during class.” He\ngrinned; there was something else he wasn’t telling her. Catherine silently\nslid into her desk, rubbing the back of her neck soothingly.

“Right, thank you for\nattending this special lesson,” Johnny addressed the four scantily clad women.\nHe wore an ill-fitted, stained-white shirt with a bright red tie. “This is the\nfirst of four lessons. Each week, you will learn something new. Today, I will\nbe teaching you English.”

Sandra perked up. Being an English teacher, she knew this\nwould be a breeze. Catherine shook her head, sure Sandra couldn’t\nbe so naive. There was more up this pervs sleeve.

Johnny headed over to the whiteboard on the wall at the\nfront of the class and began writing the lesson’s title: ‘How To Talk\nLike A Bimbo’.

Catherine’s eyes widened. It was all starting to\nmake sense. “Absolutely not, Johnny. I won’t sit here and allow you to subject\nmy staff to- agghhhh!” She screamed out as her body was subjugated to more\nintense electric shocks. She immediately closed her mouth, and the painful\njolts ceased.

“That’s Mr Turner to\nyou,” the janitor stared at his boss. “I don’t know if I have made myself clear\nenough. If you disobey me during these lessons, you will all be going to jail.”\nHe addressed the room before resting his eyes on the slutty dressed Principal. “And\nyou will receive extra gifts.” He narrowed his eyes. It was clear he wanted to\nhumiliate her the most. “Now, are there any further complaints before we begin?”

The classroom was silent. Eliza and Catherine shared\nconcerned looks but didn’t dare antagonize their blackmailer any\nfurther.

Johnny pulled four books from a box beside his desk and\ndropped them on his ‘students’ tables. Catherine peered down at\nthe book and scowled at the title. How To Talk Like A Bimbo For Aspiring\nActresses. It was a book for drama students. “You have half an hour to read\nthrough the book. After that, we can try a practical exercise.” He grinned.

Catherine reluctantly picked the book up and began\nskimming the first page. It was only a fifty-page document, and the text was\nrelatively large. Although the book aimed at someone clearly trying to play a\ncharacter, the content infuriated the Principal. Every word went against all of\nher feminist instincts, and it became nauseating simply reading through it.\nOnce the book went over several scenarios and gave good and bad examples of how\na bimbo should speak in those circumstances, the final two pages were dedicated\nto ‘important’ rules one must follow if one wants to talk\nlike a bimbo.

>What a bimbo says is not as important as how she says\nit.

Catherine’s hand immediately slapped the back of her\nneck as she felt a hair-raising tingle prickle through her. She initially\nthought she was about to be shocked again, but this was something else\nentirely.

>A bimbo must never sound confrontational. Always keep\nyour tone friendly and bubbly.

There was that tingle again.

>A bimbo never uses words longer than three syllables.

She shuddered. That same prickly tickle ran through her\nbody every time she read a new ‘rule’.

>A bimbo uses filler words such as ‘like’\nor ‘totally’ in almost every sentence.

>A bimbo giggles when she doesn’t\nhave an immediate answer.

>A bimbo giggles when a man tells a joke, no matter\nhow unfunny.

>A bimbo always uses a soft, high-pitched tone in her\nvoice.

>A bimbo never expresses strong opinions on\ncontroversial topics.

>A bimbo should always act agreeable in front of men,\neven when she vehemently disagrees.

Every rule was followed by a soft tickle on the back of\nher neck. Catherine noticed Johnny glancing over at her a number of times. What\ndid he have up his sleeve?

“Right, let’s put what\nyou learned to the test, shall we?” Johnny clapped his hands and addressed the\nwomen. “Split up into pairs, Catherine with Eliza, and Sandra with Amanda.\nThere is a topic to discuss on the table in front of you. Use what you learned\nto discuss the topic. I will be grading you.” He laughed before resting back on\nthe office chair and resting his feet on the teacher’s desk.

Catherine stared at the paper and read the topic,’\nMen’s Treatment of Women in the Workplace’. She had many opinions about how\nwomen were generally treated in an office environment. Catherine had overcome\nmany obstacles herself to get to where she is today. But something told her\nthat Johnny wasn’t expecting to espouse her feminist views.

“So, like,” Eliza\nbroke the silence. Catherine raised an eyebrow. It was surreal hearing her\nfiery, redheaded friend speak with such a vapid, bubbly tone. “I still totally\nthink women need more protections and stuff in the workplace.” While Catherine\nagreed with everything Eliza said, it was challenging to take the redhead\nseriously with her vapid tone.

Catherine stared over at Johnny, ensuring he was paying\nattention to the other pair, before leaning in and whispering to her friend. “Look,\nlike, we totally don’t have to do this. We’re like super smart and stuff.” The\nPrincipal’s eyes widened. She had no intention of speaking like a dumb valley\ngirl and yet the words slipped off her tongue so effortlessly.

The janitor perked up and grinned before heading over to\nCatherine and Eliza. “So, Catherine, what do you think about men’s\ntreatment of women in the workplace?” He grinned expectantly.

The Principal didn’t have an immediate\nanswer and found herself instinctively giggling in front of him. The redheaded\nEliza raised an eyebrow; she had never seen her boss act so demurely before. “Like,\nI don’t know. Maybe a man should decide.” Catherine shuddered. She would never\ndefer to a man even if her freedom was on the line, but the words slipped out\nand she couldn’t rein them back in.

Johnny chuckled and wrote a big A+ on her paper. “Very\ngood. Gold star for you,” he teased. He winked at his boss before heading back\nto his desk.

After another hour, he finally dismissed his class. “Very\ngood girls. I think you are slowly learning your lesson.” He stared directly at\nCatherine. “You are all dismissed. Catherine, can you stay behind? I need to\nspeak with you.”

The three women scurried out of the room. Eliza gave her\nfriend a concerned look, but Catherine sternly nodded, indicating that she\ncould take care of herself. Once they were alone, Johnny strolled over to the\nblond’s desk and sat atop it.

“What do you think of\nyour special punishment today?” He asked her. “Have you learned your lesson?”

Catherine narrowed her eyes and frowned. She was a grown\nwoman, and he had no business treating her this way. “This\nis, like, so not right.” She gasped. Even after the lesson had finished, she\nfound she couldn’t speak how she desired. “Like, what’s going on?” She asked in\na panic.

Johnny chuckled lightly and pointed to her slim pink\nchoker. “That device around your neck isn’t just some ordinary\nshock collar,” he explained. “It’s called a behavior collar. Once rules have\nbeen installed, it ensures you follow them. As you read that book earlier, the\ncollar was installing all of those little rules you read. Isn’t that fun?” He\nspoke condescendingly.

Catherine immediately brought her hand up to her choker\nand tried to find the clasp, but it was still nowhere to be seen. “Ugh,\nlike, I totally gotta get this thing off me.”

“You will,” Johnny\nsaid. “Once you have completed your four lessons, I will remove the choker. But\nuntil then, it stays in place.”

“But…” Catherine\nstarted, but Johnny stared intensely into her eyes. A woman should act\nagreeably in front of men, even if she disagrees. She shuddered as the message\nentered her head.

“Now, get out of here\nunless you want another gift.” He grinned. His warning was enough to encourage\nCatherine to stand. She needed to pick her battles, and this wasn’t one she was\ngoing to win. She scurried out of the room and tottered back to her office to\nchange out of her ridiculous pink and white schoolgirl ensemble. Just three\nweeks to survive through this, she thought to herself.

❖

A week\nlater, Catherine stood anxiously outside the English classroom. She had the\nmost humiliating week of her life and was starting to think risking jail was\nbetter than allowing her groundskeeper to have this level of control over her.

It all began on Monday morning when the Academy’s\nbiggest bully, Tom Hardwood, had been sent to her office for trapping a fellow\nstudent in one of the lockers. For a school full of adults, Catherine was\ndismayed that some of the students couldn’t rid themselves of their childish\nantics.

Catherine would have expelled Tom the moment she received\nthe lofty promotion, but his father was the Academy’s\nlargest donor, making the 19-year-old untouchable.

Most students were terrified of visiting the principal’s\noffice, but not Tom. His situation meant that he knew there were no real\nrepercussions to his behavior, and he enjoyed his sessions with his favorite\nprincipal.

“So, like, why can’t\nyou totally just behave?” The first humiliating words that escape Catherine’s\nmouth elicited a huge cocky grin on the bully’s face. He had no idea why his\nPrincipal was acting like a vapid schoolgirl, but he enjoyed hearing it.

Catherine mistakenly asked Tom what he thought his\npunishment should be, and he told her there shouldn’t\nbe any punishment for what he did. The Principal couldn’t bring herself to\ndisagree with the shaggy-haired student, and she let him go without so much as\na detention. Her week was a horror show.

However, she survived and found herself waiting outside\nthe classroom for her second ‘lesson’, willing herself to head inside.\nShe spent much of her week inside her office and communicated through email,\nwhere she thankfully could still talk like a regular academic adult.

She opened the door and immediately groaned. Her three\ncolleagues were already present, and wore the same ridiculously slutty\nschoolgirl uniform as last week, but this time around their school desks had\nbeen replaced with tall makeup stations. The blond Principal took a deep breath\nand sat at the fourth vacant makeup desk.

Moments after Catherine took her seat, Johnny entered the\nroom wearing the same filthy stained shirt and tie he had worn previously. More\nconcerning was the click-clacking of the high heels that followed him.

Tottering behind the janitor was Sofia Banks, the biggest\nslut on campus, until Catherine eventually expelled her. Sofia was known to\nflagrantly flout the uniform rules, constantly wearing the shortest skirts and\nhighest heels. While the male faculty members always gave her a pass, Catherine\nwasn’t going to bend for some slut. After ignoring three\nprevious warnings, the female student was given her marching orders and\nexpelled from the academy.

“You, like, so can’t\nlet others see us like this!” Catherine spoke with a high pitched sweet tone\nthat defied the anger she tried to portray. She looked sneeringly at her former\nstudent, wearing a red halter-styled minidress and 5” matching stiletto heels.

Johnny laughed. “Sofia here is not\njust anyone. She is my assistant and will be directing this class this\nafternoon.” Catherine suddenly felt incredibly uneasy. “After you destroyed her\ncareer prospects, I thought I would give her an employment opportunity.” He\ngrinned.

“Welcome to\ncosmetology 101,” Sofia excitedly exclaimed, glancing at Catherine’s outfit and\nslyly grinning at seeing her former Principal wearing such slutty attire.

The blond former student went over various makeup\ntechniques and gave tips on attracting male attention. Catherine looked around\nand noticed her fellow teachers were just as repulsed and bemused as she was by\nthe lesson. Why would the janitor want them to look like sluts? Was this just\nto humiliate them?

Sofia commanded Eliza, Sandra, and Amanda to begin\npracticing with the tools in front of them before setting her attention on the\ndirty-blond Principal. “Mr Turner said I could spend a little\nextra time with you. He told me to prepare five crucial rules to follow.”\nCatherine’s eyes widened. It became clear what her janitor was planning.

>“Your makeup should always be bright, bold\nand attract attention.”

Catherine felt a tingle in the back of her neck and she\nshook her head. “No, like, stop that!” she pleaded.

>“Your outfit should always show off at\nleast 60% of your breasts.”

>“Pants are forbidden.”

>“The height of your heels must be taller\nthan the width of your skirt.”

Catherine shuddered. There was no way these ‘rules’\ncould be enforced. She was the Principal of an exclusive Academy.

>“Your panties must always be a G-string or\nnothing at all.”

“That’s it!” Catherine\nyelped out. She had had enough. There was no way she was going to listen to a\ntrashy tramp and humiliate herself for Johnny’s pleasure.

“Sit down!” She heard\nJohnny exclaim with a ferocity she had never seen before. His words were so\nstern that she complied immediately. “You may be happy risking your freedom,\nbut how will your fellow colleagues feel when they end up sharing a cell with\nyou?” He asked her. Catherine looked at the heavily made-up Eliza and watched\nthe redhead shake her head. This bastard truly had his grip on them.

Sofia directed Catherine to work on her makeup, and\nCatherine couldn’t stop herself from feeling wildly\nuncomfortable wearing the subtle, neutral colors she had put on this morning.\nHalf an hour later, her eyelashes looked deceivingly longer, her cheeks were\ndramatically blushed, and her lips were glossy pink. She hated her appearance\nbut felt strangely content.

All four women wore outrageously bold makeup. Sandra was\nmore accustomed to jet-black lips, but they were now a glossy bright red. The\nlip liner gave her usually thin lips a much plumper appearance. She looked like\nshe was ready to suck some cock. Catherine shook her head; these were her\ncolleagues, and she needed to support them.

The class was dismissed, but Catherine was again asked to\nstay behind. She wasn’t about to let Johnny start on the front\nfoot this time, so she strutted towards his desk. “Like, that's it, Johnny.”\nShe started. “We are totally grown adults. You so can’t treat us like this.”\nShe stomped her foot in frustration. Her words delivered none of the venom she\nintended when she stormed up to him.

Johnny stayed silent for a moment, enjoying the bold\nmakeup complementing the Principal's bimbo outfit. Eventually, he opened his\ndesk drawer and searched for a piece of paper before handing it to Catherine.\nShe stared at it and found that it was a coupon for ‘Valley\nStylez’. She had never heard of the place, but it was clearly a beauty salon. “Before\nyour next lesson, visit them and ask for ‘The Ultimate’. You won’t be\ndisappointed. Ohh, and that’s a rule, by the way.” He laughed as the blond\nPrincipal slapped the back of her neck, indicating her collar had done its job.\n“You may now leave.” He dismissed her. “Oh, and it’s Mr Turner, by the way, or\nSir.” He laughed before Catherine tottered off in silent fury.

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The\naudible steps of Catherine’s 7”\npink platform stilettos echoed around the empty corridor as she headed to her\nnext ‘class’ in the dance studio. The Principal was sickeningly humiliated by\nher new appearance, and she received judgmental stares everywhere she went.\nAfter visiting the salon and asking for ‘The Ultimate’, Catherine found her\ndark-blond hair had been lightened into a bright platinum blond style. The\nsolution they used gave her hair a permanent gloss. Her dark eyebrows were\npencil-thin and formed a high arch giving the Principal a permanently surprised\nexpression. The beautician’s added special eyedrops which recolored her brown\neyes into an attractive sky blue.

Catherine’s bright pink lips were almost triple the\nsize, and her mouth naturally formed a slight O shape unless she actively tried\nto keep it closed. Her fingernails extended 2 inches past her fingertips and\nwere colored a glossy candy-pink. She was informed that they were made with the\nstrongest ceramic and wouldn’t break until she asked for the solution to remove\nthem. Her toenails were similarly colored.

Her face was not the only part of her to make a drastic\nstyle change. Thanks to the rules her former student forced on her, Catherine\nfound herself wearing a new white blouse that showed enough cleavage to bear at\nleast 60% of her breasts. She wore a pink and black pleated skirt, but it had\nbeen cut down to six inches wide, in order to ensure they were shorter than the\n7” heels she wore. She needed to make a calculated\ncompromise between how short her skirt was and how tall her heels could be.

Over the last week, Catherine’s\nentire wardrobe had received a makeover. Any items that didn’t comply with her\nnew rules were locked away, and she had spent thousands of dollars replacing\nthem with horrifying alternatives.

The Principal entered the dance studio and found her\nthree accomplices awaiting her. “Oh my god!” was\nAmanda’s first reaction when they saw her. While Catherine had received a total\nmakeover, the three women appeared to look the same as last week, except with\nbolder, brighter makeup styles. Catherine ignored her employee’s remark and\ncarefully tottered into the center of the room.

“Well look at that.\nYou scrub up well.” Johnny entered the room and immediately commented on his\nboss’ new appearance. She parted her full lips to tell him to shut up but\ndecided against it. Once again, Johnny didn’t enter the classroom alone.\nSeductively trotting behind him was a bikini-clad pink-haired woman. She looked\nas though she was in her mid-thirties, but she had received so much cosmetic\nsurgery it was impossible to detect her true age. “I’d like you all to meet\nPrincess. She is a dancer at my favorite exotic club, and she’s generously\noffered to teach this dance class this afternoon.” He smiled. Catherine\nfrowned. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know where this was heading.

Johnny strolled over to a black curtain dividing the room\nand pulled a rope to drop the dark material, revealing a set of five dancing\npoles installed from floor to ceiling. “Princess here is\ngoing to teach you how to properly dance. You know, for exercise.” Princess\nlaughed at his joke, but his humor wasn’t shared with the rest of the crowd.

Princess approached the first pole and effortlessly swung\naround it. She wore platform stilettos only slightly shorter than Catherine’s,\nbut they never hindered her graceful steps. “There are five key rules to\ndancing,” Princess remarked with a gravelly, sultry voice. She stared directly\nat Catherine when she spoke. Catherine looked pleadingly at Johnny, but the\njanitor folded his arms in anticipation.

>“It is rude to refuse to dance for a man\nwho offers you money”

Catherine was outraged. She worked hard to get to where\nshe was. She wasn’t some cheap stripper for men’s\nentertainment. Yet, as she felt the prickle in the back of her neck, she knew\nthe rule would stick. Her current appearance was a testament to the power of\nher behavior choker.

>“Move slowly and deliberately. Take your\ntime. Never rush a dance.”

>“The main goal of the dance is to please\nthe man who paid for your time. Always remember that.”

>“Even when you’re not dancing, your\nmannerisms and posture should be ultra feminine and seductive. Your body needs\nto seduce every man who lays eyes on you.”

This was ridiculous, but even as Catherine thought about\nhow these rules went against everything she stood for, the Principal found\nherself arching her back, pushing her barely covered breasts out even further.

>“Finally, remember to smile at all times. A\nfriendly smile will always disarm a man.”

“No!” Catherine\nblurted out. Her three colleagues turned in her direction and witnessed the big\ndumb smile on their boss’ face. Matched with her new bimbo-inspired style, she\nlooked like someone who had no business being around an academic setting.

Princess moved onto the practical segment of her lesson\nand demonstrated basic pole dancing techniques before moving onto more complex\nmoves. She spent the final hour teaching the women how to perform a perfect\nteasing lapdance and were forced to practice their new skills on each other.

Catherine wanted to puke as Sandra’s\nstick-insect body was pushed up against her, feeling the gothic bimbo’s bare\nasscheeks press against her own breasts as Sandra bent over. It further\nrevolted Catherine when she was forced to perform for Sandra herself. The\nplatinum-blond Principal struggled to move gracefully in her 7” heels and fell\nonto her colleague’s lap several times.

By the end of the lesson, all four women were proficient\nat pole and lap dancing. Johnny praised their efforts and told them a perfectly\nrespectable new career awaiting them if teaching didn’t\nwork out. He dismissed the class but once again kept Catherine behind before\nshe could run off.

“I have to say, I love\nthat new style,” Johnny teased his boss as she strolled over to an empty chair.\n“That behavior collar is a genius invention.”

Catherine absently ran her long fingernail along the seam\nof the choker. The collar was destroying her life. “Please,\nSir.” She shuddered when she addressed the pervert reverently. “I have, like, a\njob to do. I can’t keep looking like this.”

He grinned, admiring the view of the slut standing before\nhim. “As I promised. If you complete your class next week, I\nwill remove the choker. You have one more week to survive.”

Catherine parted her pouty lips but knew arguing would\nmake no difference. She resignedly nodded her pigtailed head. She needed to\nstay headstrong for one more week.

“Now, before you go,”\nThe janitor said, pulling a $10 bill from his pants pocket. “How about you earn\na little quick cash and give me a lap dance?” He grinned. Catherine desperately\nwanted to tell her gross perverted employee to shove the money up his ass, but\nher rules kicked in, and she knew she needed to accept the money. She\nreluctantly took the $10 from his hand and shoved it in her cleavage before\ngiving her smug janitor the best lap dance of his life.

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Catherine\nwas shaking as she prepared to enter the classroom dressed like a ridiculous\nbimbo for the last time, and not a moment too soon. Her male colleagues had\nstopped paying attention to her, and some of the male students purposely got\nthemselves into trouble just so they could be sent to the Principal’s office. Catherine ended up spending the\nlast two days working from home, putting Eliza in temporary charge as she hid\naway before the final lesson.

She entered the room in her tiny bimbo schoolgirl outfit\nand extremely impractical heels but stopped in her tracks when she saw the men\nstanding at the front of the classroom. Her colleague had equally horrified\nexpressions on their faces, with members of the Academy’s\nfootball team staring appreciatively at their formerly bitchy teachers.

Johnny entered the room, followed closely by Tom\nHardwood, the school bully. Catherine parted her over-enhanced pouty lips,\nwitnessing the bully licking his lips as he stared back at her. “Like,\nwhat's the meaning of this? Students totally can't see us looking like this.”\nCatherine spoke sweetly, eliciting a chuckle amongst the football players.

“Well, Catherine,”\nJohnny addressed her. Today, these aren’t your students. They are my\nassistants, and you will treat them with respect.” He narrowed his eyes,\ndetermined to maximize her humiliation. Welcome to Biology. Today, you will be\nlearning about sexual education.” The women gasped. He surely couldn’t be\nserious.

“Today, you will be\npracticing the art of seduction and pleasing your partner,” the janitor\ncontinued. “If you fail today’s lesson, I will make one phone call to my\nbrother, and you all know what that means.” His words were menacing and\nthreatening. “But if you succeed, you can return to your regular pathetic\nlives. This is your final lesson.”

The women were paired with an ‘assistant’\neach and given humiliating sexually charged tasks. Catherine was predictably\npaired with Tom, and the school bully sat down, spreading his legs wide. “Before\nwe begin, Mr Turner has given me some rules you must know.”

“No, like, please Tom,”\nshe knew what was coming and tried to plead with the young bully. Tom simply\nsmiled and ignored her.

>“Rule One: You should always put a mans\npleasure above your own. Your pleasure doesn’t matter.”

“I like that one,” Tom\nteased with an obnoxious grin before moving on to the next rule.

>“You should never turn down a request for\nsex. A good bimbo should never turn down the opportunity to please a man.”

These rules were beyond perverted, they were outrageous.\nCatherine gasped when she felt the familiar tickle brush against the back of\nher neck. Her only saving grace was the fact that her choker would be removed\nat the end of the lesson.

>“Listen and accept a man’s advice. You\nshould always be looking to better yourself through the advice of men.”

>“Fake it to make it. Your pleasure is not\nimportant, but you should always act as though you are having the greatest\ntime.”

Catherine scowled at the bully with her eyes, although\nher smile never left her face. She wondered if Tom had created the rules\nhimself, or whether her perverted janitor had given them to him.

>“Finally, always show men respect. Never\nrefer to a man by his first name. Always use Mister, Sir, or even Daddy.”

Tom chuckled at the final rule. He loved the idea of\nbringing a powerful woman down to her knees, and he was given a golden\nopportunity. “Now, let’s get started.” He slowly unzipped his pants. “How\nabout you give me a great blowjob.”

The platinum-blond Principal shuddered. He had requested\na sexual act, and her rule informed her that she should never turn down a\nrequest for sex. Reluctantly, the smiling blond dropped to her bare knees in\nfront of the shaggy-haired student and wrapped her well-manicured hand around\nhis exposed shaft.

“Good job, Catherine.\nIt’s great to see you taking this lesson seriously.” Catherine heard the\njanitor’s voice praising her as her plump lips wrapped around the bully’s cock.\nTom rested his hand on the back of the blond’s head, guiding her further down.

She bobbed her head further down, trying not to gag as\nshe opened her throat to accommodate his hard, large cock. Catherine heard the\nmasculine groans and feminine gasps of her colleagues behind her. Somehow, it\nfelt even more humiliating to be used in a room along with her fellow teachers.

Tom suddenly grabbed her long bright blond pigtails and\npushed her head deep down his shaft, her nose forcibly pressed against his\ncrotch. Just as the Principal was running out of breath, the bully pulled her\nhead back before tugging it down on his cock again. He began roughly fucking\nher bimbo face until his penis began to twitch, and his warm, salty cum shot\ndown her throat. He held her in place and groaned in ecstasy.

Catherine felt his warm seed trickle down her throat,\nforcing herself to swallow to prevent herself from choking on his cum. Tom\ngrinned down at his bimbo Principal with his rigid cock beginning to soften\ninside her mouth. “This is how all our meetings should end,”\nhe teased, knowing the teacher couldn’t retort with her mouth full.

Johnny clapped his hands and thanked his assistants for\nhelping him in the lesson. Once he dismissed the boys, he addressed the freshly\nabused women. “I hope you have learned your lesson,” he said. “Your\nblackmailing scheme is over. Don’t give me a reason to bring you back here for\nmore lessons.” He warned them before dismissing them.

The three teachers scurried out of the room, but\nCatherine stayed behind. Johnny raised an eyebrow. “I\nsaid you could go, Miss Joyce.” His voice was filled with sarcasm as he\naddressed her respectfully.

Catherine carefully approached her janitor. “Umm,\nlike, you said you would remove this choker thing at the end of the lessons.”\nShe reminded him.

Johnny enjoyed the vapid smile on his humiliated boss’\nface. He had really done a number on her with those rules. “Ohh, of course.” He\nsaid before standing up and reaching behind the blond’s head. With a sudden\nclick, the behavior collar came loose and ended up in the janitor’s hand. “But,\nthere’s something I need to tell you…”

“…Bye!” Catherine\ninterrupted him and hurriedly tottered out of the classroom. She didn’t want to\nallow him to humiliate her any further. Johnny laughed to himself as she\nwatched the bimbo disappear; she was going to be in shock.

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Catherine\nwas still in a state of shock when she arrived at the Academy the following\nMonday. She wore a light pink satin blouse with the first four buttons missing\nin order to maximize her cleavage. She wasn’t wearing a bra and the material clung to her body,\nshowing off her taut nipples beneath the top.

Her black spandex skirt was more accurately described as\na belt. It was only 4” wide and completely showed off her pussy\nif she wasn’t wearing a matching black g-string. The thong did nothing to hide\nthe curvature of her bubble butt, however. She wore thigh-high black fishnet\nstockings to decorate her legs, and her feet were encased in black patent 5”\nstiletto heels. She looked like a stereotypical streetwalker entering the\nschool. Despite her horror and humiliation, she looked perfectly content with\nthe big, vapid smile on her heavily made-up bimbo face. As her heels clicked\ntowards her office, her secretary informed her the district superintendent was\nwaiting for her. A wave of fear ran over the blond. She couldn’t let him see\nher like this, but she had little choice. Reluctantly, she stepped forward and\nopened her office door.

“Mmm, so the rumors\nare true,” Superintendent Teddy Moore perversely admired the sexualized\nPrincipal standing before him. He was sitting in her chair, and the older man\ndidn’t even try to hide his leering looks. “I have to say, I approve of this\nstyle, but I have been receiving a lot of complaints from parents.”

This was what Catherine had feared. Although the behavior\ncollar had been removed from her neck, the rules stayed in place, and no matter\nhow hard she tried to resist, she continued to portray herself as a desperate,\nwhorish slut. She knew her job was on the line here. “Like,\nI’m so sorry, Sir. I’m totally gonna fix it.” She tried to reassure him, but\nher dumb pleas weren’t helping her case.

The superintendent chuckled, clearly amused at how the\npowerful, dominant Catherine Joyce had been reduced to a bimbo mess. “Mhmm,\nI’m not so sure about that,” he warned her. “It’s clear this job has gotten too\nmuch for you.” Catherine parted her fat lips to protest, but he cut her off. “However,\nyou have been a faithful servant to this academy. I would like to offer you\nalternative employment. At least until you have figured all of this out.”

Alternative employment? She was the Principal of the most\ninfluential academy in the State. What else could he possibly offer her? “Of\ncourse, if you would like to accept your new position, all you need to do is\nsuck my cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Catherine’s sparkling blue eyes widened. Did he know\nabout her rules? She desperately didn’t want to accept a position she knew\nnothing about, but he had asked her for a sexual favor, and she couldn’t reject\nhim. “Yes, Sir,” she found herself timidly responding.

Teddy unzipped his pants and the busty bimbo dropped to\nher knees and crawled under the desk. The Superintendent grinned and stroked\nher platinum blond hair as Catherine wrapped her plump lips around the old man’s\ncock. She was going to have to get used to this in her new role, Teddy thought\nas he enjoyed the pleasurable blowjob.

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One Month Later

Catherine strode through the busy corridor, smiling and\nwinking at the male students who had stopped to ogle her. She yelped out as she\nfelt a smack across her bare asscheeks. She had gotten used to it by now.

The blond’s hair was still held in place in tall\npigtails, and her pink painted face completely screamed slutty bimbo. A slim\npink choker tightly wrapped around the former Principal’s neck, with her new\njob title scrawled along the front in a cursive Barbie font. She was now the\nMorale Officer.

As part of her new uniform, she no longer wore a top,\ninstead wearing star shaped pasties over her nipples. She still felt the\nconstant humiliation of the students and male faculty members brushing against\nher bare breasts, but her happy face showed no distress.

She wore a white PVC microskirt which did nothing to hide\nher modesty. It was only 5 inches wide, and its pleated style gave it an even\nshorter appearance. A white PVC g-string covered her bare crotch and showed off\nher creamy ass cheeks. The word ‘BIMBO’ was tattooed\njust above her pussy in cursive font. The tattoo was a gift from the male\nfaculty members after Catherine was deservedly awarded the latest employee of\nthe month award.

Her new job was incredibly simple. She was required to\nensure the male faculty members were happy at all times. Truancy had dropped\nsignificantly over the last month, and the Academy’s\nnew behavior reward scheme meant that troublemaking had dropped to zero.\nWell-behaved male students were rewarded with break time sessions along with\nthe new morale officer, and Catherine ‘happily’ showed her appreciation.

She had been informed that a student was waiting for her\nin the new Student Reward Office, and she immediately made her way to perform\nher duties. Her heart sank when she opened the door and found the shit-eating\ngrin of the student awaiting her. Tom Hardwood licked his lips, admiring the\nformer Principal’s exposed curves. “Mmm, Miss Joyce, you\nlook terrific.”

Catherine ignored him, but the student continued. “I’ve\nbeen a good boy. I haven’t beaten anyone up in over a week, and Mr Turner sent\nme over here to claim my reward.” Catherine shuddered at the mention of Johnny’s\nname. How the disgusting overweight janitor had suddenly been offered a\nteaching role dismayed the former Principal, but there was nothing she could do\nabout it. The idea of rewarding the bully because he hadn’t beaten anyone up\nequally disgusted the new morale officer.

However, it wasn’t Catherine’s job to\nquestion these things. She simply had to do what she was told. “Like, how would\nyou like to be rewarded, Sir.” She seductively asked him before letting out a\ngiggle. It had become easier to slip into the bimbo role and that terrified\nher. Will she ever be able to get back? Her former friend, Eliza, met Catherine\non her first day in her new role and told her that she would try to help her\nbreak free from her conditioning, but the blond bimbo hadn’t seen the redheaded\nteacher ever since. Had she abandoned her?

“How about you bend\nover that table and we can start from there?” Tom requested.

Catherine tottered on her tall heels and gently placed\nher hands on the desk, the tiny skirt riding up even further “Like,\nof course, Sir.” She submissively replied.

He new morale officer let out a high-pitched moan as she\nfelt a rigid cock slide inside her well-used pussy. This was her new life now,\nand she wasn’t convinced her old life would ever return.

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