The following story was commissioned by a third party. 

The door to Dr. Tanya Quimm’s office swung open and Jennifer sauntered in, straightening the plaid schoolgirl’s uniform over her long, slender legs.

“You wanted to see me, Auntie?” she asked, flopping down on the leather cushioned chair in front of the oak desk.

Tanya Quimm looked sternly over her horn-rimmed glasses at her petulant niece. Her silver hair was tied back in a neat bun, and she wore a simple jacket that barely contained her immense bust, threatening to spill out with the slightest movement.

“That’s Headmistress, Ms. Beautrice. Our family ties notwithstanding, you are to address me formally on the Academy grounds.”

Jennifer Beautrice rolled her eyes.

“Alright, so you wanted to see me, Headmistress?”

Ignoring Jennifer’s tone, Tanya rose from her padded office chair and began to pace in front of the ornate window in the back of the office, her wide hips swaying with each step.

“As you may have heard, I’ve been talking with the board of directors, and we’ve come to the decision that it’s time to move to phase two of our little operation.”

Jennifer’s eyes lit up.

“Oh? So, me and my class are finally graduating?” she asked.

“My class and I,” Tanya corrected her niece. “And no. I’m referring to our decision to admit a small number of male students to the academy this semester.”

Jennifer gawked at her aunt. “What? But Aunt Ta—erm, Headmistress! You always taught us that men are vile and inferior to female superiority. You told us to never breathe a word of the curriculum here to anyone outside the academy, especially anyone with a cock. Why are we accepting male students now?”

“Because it is necessary to advance our agenda. If our plans are to come to fruition, we must introduce our philosophy into the general male populace.”

Jennifer only stared at her aunt with a look that could have curdled milk. Tanya pressed her lips together and nodded curtly.

“Trust me, I understand your misgivings, Ms. Beautrice. Men, particularly young men, are weak, stupid, stubborn creatures, only capable of thinking with their genitals, but they will prove invaluable for our unique curriculum, and so we must handle them nonetheless.”

She pulled a silver pen out of her plunging cleavage and pointed it squarely at Jennifer.

“And that’s where you and your classmates come in.”

“What!?” Jennifer sat upright in her chair, her long blond hair spilling over her shoulders.

“You, as class president, will be in charge of welcoming and, more importantly, supervising our new students. This will be an excellent practical study in the techniques that our faculty has so diligently instilled in you.”

Jennifer’s shoulders slumped, a pained expression spread across her face.

“Oh, but Auntie! I don’t want to waste my time on dumb, smelly boys! Just send us back to the mainland so we can start using our techniques for real!”

“Out of the question!” Tanya snapped at her niece. “And you will call me Headmistress. Clearly, you’re in need of an attitude adjustment, young lady.”

Tanya stalked over to the corner of her desk and sat on the corner, crossing her large, creamy thighs and leaning forward towards Jennifer, her endless cleavage on full display. She took her silver pen and started waving it in long, slow arcs in front of Jennifer’s face.

“It’s time to review your lessons, dear,” Tanya said with a cocksure grin. “Lesson 1: Recite.”

“Auntie, c’mon! I know what you’re trying to do. It won’t work on…me…” the young woman protested even as her eyes trailed along with her aunt’s pen.

“Oh yes, you can resist when you have your mind, and that why I’m taking your mind away. Clearly you are not yet mature enough to be trusted with it.”

Jennnifer shook her head meekly, trying with all her might to keep her eyes away from the shiny pen.

“N-no…Auntie, wait! I’ll behave! Don’t…don’t take…my…mind…,” Jennfier pleaded, her body surrendering to the lulling motion.

Tanya pushed out her chest, making her cleavage swell behind the swinging pen. Jennifer sighed helplessly.

“That’s Headmistress, dear. And you know the protocol. All students who don’t comply with faculty directives shall have their minds confiscated. Rules are rules.”

Jennifer’s eyes fluttered, her mind helpless against her Aunt’s smooth, authoritative voice. Before she knew it, her mind dropped like she was falling off a cliff. She sat bolt upright, at attention, like a good attentive student. Her eyes opened into dizzying spirals that swirled over her blank face.  

“Yes Headmistress,” Jennifer agreed, without any trace of resistance. “Rules are rules…”

“Lesson 1: Recite,” Tanya Quimm repeated.

“Women are superior to men in every way. It is the natural order for women to lead men.”

Jennifer repeated the words like a mantra, their meaning embedded in the core of her brain.

“Lesson 2: Recite.”

“All students at Quimdom Academy must learn to tame and control men.”

“Lesson 3: Recite,” Tanya said, leaning closer and drawing small little circles with her pen, reveling in her power as her niece helplessly followed the tip. Jennifers spirals twirled faster.

“I am a proud student of Quimdom Academy. I must do whatever I can to bring more men and women under the power of the Academy. I cannot disobey the Board of Directors or my Headmistress.”

Tanya sat back, tucking the pen into her plunging cleavage, satisfied that her student had learned her lessons well.

“Very good, Ms. Beautrice. Your new assignment is to organize the student body to receive and supervise the new class of boy students. You will utilize all your considerable knowledge to bring them under our control. Do you understand your assignment?”

Jennifer stared straight ahead, a huge smile on her face and swirling spirals for eyes.

“Yes, Headmistress…”

“Good. Now, you will leave and return to your senses once you are outside my office, eager to get started on your new assignment. Ta-ta, then!”

The young student stood up like a zombie and bowed submissively to her aunt. “Thank you Headmistress. I am eager to obey!”

Tanya turned her back, listening to Jennifer’s footsteps as she marched out of the office and closed the door. The stern headmistress wandered to her window overlooking the open sea that cut off the Academy from the mainland. She squinted into the grey waters, watching a small boat ferry along the group of new students.

She bit her lip, grimly. She understood her niece’s objections. Boys were a stupid, obnoxious sex to deal with, but if the school was going to advance its agenda, accepting male ‘students’ was a painfully necessary step.

Tanya sighed to herself, grabbed her leather riding crop from the wall, and prepared to receive the new sheep to her flock.

“Who puts a university on an island?” Trevor griped, leaning over the rail of the ferry’s top deck.

“At least it’s scenic!” Lyra shrugged and huddled closer to Trevor, her long fiery red hair flying in the sea breeze. Trevor realized how lucky he was to have been accepted to the same exclusive university along with his best friend from home. Lyra and Trevor were nearly inseparable growing up together. He knew their families were taking bets on when they’d get together, but they never did.

Still, it made Trevor less lonely to have Lyra with him.

“How much longer do you think until we dock?” asked Nate, the towering blond football player. “You’d think a university this expensive would have a luncheon for us, right?”

“I wouldn’t get my hopes up,” Trevor said, staring out at the brick, gothic style buildings that lined the cliffy edges of the approaching island.

Trevor met Nate and a few of the other incoming students on a virtual pre-orientation meet-up. The two were chosen to be roommates along with Andres, a handsome guy with an interest in professional dance, as well as a weak stomach, apparently.

“How’s Andres doing?” Trevor asked.

“Eh, he already lost most of his breakfast off the port side. I’m not sure what’s left for him to puke up,” said Nate.

“Poor guy,” Lyra said, tilting her head. “Too bad the Academy doesn’t have charter flights.”

“Probably for the best,” Trevor remarked. “It sucks for him, but it would be ten times worse if he got sick in a small airplane cabin and we all had to deal with it.”

Trevor grabbed the metal rail and leaned back, stretching his long legs. Lyra had teased him for his feminine body shape. Nate crossed his arms and continued to study the school from across the water.

“I heard the whole faculty is all female. Kinda makes me excited to start classes. Do you think students are allowed to date the faculty?” He chuckled, elbowing Trevor’s side.

“Hah, knock yourself out man!” Trevor joked back. “If flirting with sixty-five-year-old librarians is your thing, more power to you!”

“I’m sure you’ll have your hands full with the other students,” Lyra said, rolling her eyes. “An all-girl school stranded on an island out in the middle of nowhere finally gets its first batch of male students? You guys will get swarmed as soon as you get to the door.”

“Here’s hoping!” Nate said with a smirk. Trevor only put his hand to his head, gently massaging his temples.

“Are you okay?” Lyra said, laying her hand on his back.

Trevor yawned.

“Just a little tired. Long travel day.”

“You want a little…session?” Lyra asked.

Trevor knew what she meant. The two had learned hypnosis together as a fun party trick, but found it useful to help each other relax and focus during their exams.

He shook his head.

“I’ll catch a nap once I get to our dorm. Thanks, though.”

Lyra smiled and the boat pulled into the harbor.

Trevor threw his bag down on his bunk, which wasn’t much more than a bare mattress on an aluminum frame. They had been rushed off to their respective quarters by a cadre of smartly dressed female students and shown to their dorms. Lyra threw Trevor one final, wistful look and was ushered to the east wing of the campus. The boys and their escorts went west.

“Damn! I knew it was going to be pussy buffet here, but this is just too much!” Nate said excitedly as he unpacked. “Did you see the ass on that girl showing us in? I don’t even think they were wearing panties under those skirts!”

“They had leggings on! Get a grip on yourself,” Andres said, hoisting his bag onto the top bunk of the two-sleeper. “You gotta assume that an all-girls’ school like this is crawling with lesbians.”

“They won’t be lesbos for long after they get a handful of this!” Nate said, grabbing his crotch.

Trevor shook his head, ignoring his jock roommate.

“Feeling better, Andres?” He asked the dark-haired student.

“Yeah, much better now that I’m on dry land. How about you?” he asked Trevor.

“Just really exhausted. I think I’m going to unpack and try to catch a nap. I’m still jet-lagged.”

“Howdy, boys!” A lilting, female voice chimed from the doorway. The incoming freshmen glanced up to see a blonde bombshell standing in the doorway, her skirt hiked up to a few inches below her waist and the first three buttons of her shirt undone. She cocked her round hips out to the side and nibbled the eraser of a pencil. “Everything ok? I’m Jennifer, the RA. How are my handsome boys feeling?”

“Just great!” Nate said, his eyes lighting up as he hungrily drank in the sight before him.

“Oooh! It’s so fun to finally have some boys at the Academy. There are a lot of girls who would love to get to know a strong, handsome guy like you.”

Jennifer stepped into the room, giving Nate’s arm an affectionate squeeze.

“In fact, you should all follow me down to the auditorium. The headmistress is going to give an orientation speech just for you boys.”

Trevor grimaced.

“Oh, um…do you think I could be excused? I’m just really tired and kinda need some sleep,” he said, sheepishly.

Jennifer pouted her plush lips and sauntered towards him, her butt bouncing playfully with each step.

“Aww…I know it’s so tiring coming to a brand new school…” Jennifer leaned forward, her cleavage swaying in front of Trevor’s face. “But you should really come to the orientation. I know you’ll enjoy it.”

Her smile could have lit up the entire school. She nodded her head slowly as she spoke and soon Trevor found himself nodding along with her.

“Uh…well…okay. I guess I better go.”

“That’s the spirit! Follow me, boys! You can just leave your stuff in your dorm. It’s completely safe.”

Jennifer turned on her heel and marched out into the hallway. Nate turned back to Andres and Trevor with a lascivious grin on his face. Andres smiled back. Trevor sighed and rubbed his eyes. The trio quickly chased after the curvy blonde student as she pranced down the hall.

She led them across the quad and down to a large lecture hall in the center of campus. Trevor tried to keep track of where they were walking but was finding it difficult to concentrate. Aside from being mentally and physically drained, Jennifer’s skirt kept swishing back and forth with every step, enticing the boys with a glimpse of her round ass cheeks.

He couldn’t help but notice several other female RA’s, dressed in matching uniforms, leading other groups of male students to the lecture hall, the boys following along a few steps behind the women, their eyes riveted to their fit bodies.

Finally, the guys filtered into the hall and took their seats on extravagant, cushioned seats that reclined at the touch of a lever.

“Man! The school spared no expense on this,” Andres remarked. “These seats look like they came from a high-end movie theater.”

At last, the lights dimmed except for those illuminating the podium onstage. Trevor felt his eyes struggling to stay open. He shook his head and tried to concentrate. An older woman was making her way onstage.

“Holy Jesus Fucking Christ!” Nate muttered. The woman, presumably the headmistress, was curvy as all fuck! Huge watermelon-sized tits jutted out from her chest, barely contained by her stretchy top and jacket. Her hips and thighs were pillars of alabaster flesh that rocked with every step. She had a stern expression and a riding crop slung over her shoulder.

“Good afternoon, male students. I am Dr. Tanya Quimm, but you will address me, strictly and singularly, as Headmistress.”

Nate jabbed Trevor’s side, but the slender-built boy had already passed out.

“Heh, looks like he really was tired,” Andres remarked. Nate chuckled.

“Shush!” Tanya glared up at where the boys were sitting. “I will not tolerate side conversations! One of the first things you must learn, as young men at Quimdom Academy, is to yield to the natural authority of the divine feminine.”

The room turned silent except for Tanya Quimm’s voice ringing sharp as ice. She began to slowly pace across the stage.

“Ever since the patriarchal Romans and before, all of civilization’s problems can be traced to the unnatural, degenerate idea that men should lead. Here at Quimdom Academy, we are here to enlighten you, to enlighten the world.”

She stood center stage, her powerful legs slightly straddled, the riding crop resting on her shoulder as she held up her impossible breasts.

“Women are the rightful rulers of the world. We are superior to men in all ways, and it is time humanity remembered that.”

SWAT! Tanya slapped the leather riding crop into her open hand, the sound echoing in the spacious hall. The young men gaped, too stunned to even consider interrupting the principal.

Tanya swept her gray eyes around the room and let her face soften just a little.

“Undoubtedly, this must be new and obtuse material for you freshmen. It’s normal to feel confused and overwhelmed by this blinding truth. That females are your leaders…”

Tanya’s riding crop flitted through her fingers, gently tapping one of her tits, then swinging to tap the other one. Back and forth. From tit to tit.

“Confused….overwhelmed….confused…overwhelmed…”

Nate and Andres let their eyes follow along. They had no idea what the headmistress was going on about, but they knew they didn’t want to make her angry. Better to just watch as the riding crop tapped back and forth on her breasts.

Trevor was fast asleep with his mouth open and drooling.

“At school, we teach you to focus…you learn to listen…focus…listen…focus…listen…”

A gentle hum filled the room as the lights projected a faint spiral, twisting and turning holographically as it cycled through orange, red, purple, and cyan. The shifting fractal pattern seemed to radiate from Tanya, conforming to her incredible body.

“You must watch, and listen, and focus and watch and listen and focus…”

The lights twirled and cycled faster and faster. Some of the men were swaying drunkenly in their seats. They all had their eyes glued to the headmistress as she spoke quicker.

“watch and listen and focus and watch listen focus watch listen focus watch listen focus and you sleep..."

The lights flashed white, blinding the boys as they slumped into deep, hypnotized sleep.

Everyone except Trevor who only mumbled at the bright flash of light and turned away groggily.

“Sleep…good boys,” Tanya smiled cruelly, looking out at the crowd of mindless boys, open for programming. Dozens of swirling spirals stared back at her from blank faces. “Now, our senior class president, Ms. Beautrice, will read you a list of the Academy protocol…you will listen and focus, won’t you?”

“Yes…listen and focus…” A chorus of voices droned. Tanya beckoned and Jennifer stumbled forward, her eyes spinning with the same holographic spirals.

“Read the list loud and clear, dear. Make them listen,” she murmured to Jennifer.

“Yes, Headmistress.”

Jennifer turned to the audience of boys and began to softly chant.

“All students must listen to the faculty.

Males serve females.

All students must serve the Academy.

Women control men.

All students are loyal to the Academy.

Girls lead, boys follow.

All students will do as the Headmistress says.

Boys are horny and stupid, Women are dominant and strong…”

The lights came back up and Trevor blinked himself awake.

Damn! Had he really fallen asleep through the whole orientation? He hoped the headmistress wasn’t offended. He glanced around at the rest of the guys in the audience as they began to stagger to their feet and shuffle out.

He wondered if it was his imagination, but Trevor thought the other guys looked a little…high? They were wandering down the hall with a spaced out expression on their face and muttering something to themselves.

“Hey guys, what did I miss?” Trevor called to Nate and Andres. “…guys?”

His two roommates sat on either side of him with blank, happy smiles, gazing stupidly out into space. Trevor shook his head, glancing back and forth between the two of them. Nate was slouched forward with his head lolling off to the side, while Andres lay back in his chair staring at the ceiling. Their eyes were nothing more than spinning spirals.

“Listen to the faculty…do what the Headmistress says…horny and stupid…”

Trevor started to panic. “Guys?! Snap out of it!”

At the same time, Nate and Andres shook their heads, the light coming back to their eyes.

“Huh? Oh, Trevor! You finally woke up! You were really out of it, man!” Nate said, without missing a beat.

“Me?” Trevor squeaked.

“Yeah, bro!” Andres said. “And it’s too bad. The headmistress was a great speaker!”

“Right?!” Nate shouted. “She’s amazing! I love this Academy! I want to do whatever the headmistress says!"

“Yes! I can’t wait to serve the headmistress! I can’t wait to serve all the girls here!”

The guys got up and made their way out of the auditorium still babbling about how they couldn’t get enough of the school, its sexy student body, or its irresistible faculty. Trevor followed along, too stunned to speak. It was like his friends had changed somehow, drifting along with mile-wide smiles on their faces and droning like idiots.

The more he looked around, the more unnerved he became. Each of the forty-odd male students that had arrived seemed to be wandering across the quad with the same vacant look, all talking about how they would do anything to serve the school. Trevor had come here with high hopes of earning a respectable degree, so had Nate and Andres. Now, they seemed only interested in being the lackeys for the headmistress and the female student body.

Eventually, Trevor told himself that it must be the excitement of arriving in a new place and that the other guys would calm down as the shock wore off. Still, he couldn’t help watching the swirls in Nate and Andres’ eyes and wondering if there was something more sinister at work at the exclusive academy.

He bit his lip in consternation. He’d just have to wait and see.