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

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

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

“Y- yes, Miss,” the 19-year-old brunette responded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The scheme was foolproof, Catherine thought. During a girl’s night out with Eliza and two other female faculty members, the women complained about the lack of gratitude they received from the students’ wealthy parents. Eliza suggested that the women could use the Academy’s exclusive reputation to their advantage. The threat of expulsion or severe punishment was enough to terrify most students, and they would do anything to prevent that from occurring, including parting with their trust funds. Eliza and the two other teachers, Sandra and Amanda, would identify suitable candidates and then send them to Principal Joyce for extortion. The plan was successful, and the women had already stashed away a quarter million dollars.

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

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

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

❖

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

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

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

A handwritten letter accompanied the statement. The messy scrawl indicated to Catherine that the author of the note wasn’t one of the students, as the Academy took pride in teaching perfect cursive. Each word attached to the letter pushed a dagger deeper into Catherine’s heart.

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

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

❖

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

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

Sitting next to Eliza was Sandra Lutz, Ashworth Academy’s 32-year-old English teacher. Sandra had an alternative style with mid-length jet-black straight hair presented in a pixie cut. She wore dark makeup around her eyes and usually had dark lips; her lips were as black as her hair on this occasion. While she wore a professional suit at work, her casual style typically consisted of dark t-shirts with some band logo emblazoned across the front and ripped jeans. She was relatively tall at 5’10, and she hid her C-cup breasts well. While she was relatively attractive, she had thin lips and covered up every curve of her body, keeping her perennially single.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Catherine parted her lips and gasped. The asshole wanted to punish their blackmailing scheme by blackmailing them? Johnny continued, “Inside the packages are your new uniform. I expect you to wear every item in the box, or you will be punished.”

“How about we-” Catherine began to negotiate with the janitor, but the chubby man was having none of it. “You can go now. See you on Saturday.” He left the room before anyone else could complain, leaving the four faculty members totally bemused.

❖

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

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

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

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

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

❖

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The classroom was silent. Eliza and Catherine shared concerned looks but didn’t dare antagonize their blackmailer any further.

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

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

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

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

>A bimbo must never sound confrontational. Always keep your 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 body every time she read a new ‘rule’.

>A bimbo uses filler words such as ‘like’ or ‘totally’ in almost every sentence.

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

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

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

>A bimbo never expresses strong opinions on controversial topics.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

❖

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>“Pants are forbidden.”

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

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

>“Your panties must always be a G-string or nothing at all.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

❖

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

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

Her face was not the only part of her to make a drastic style change. Thanks to the rules her former student forced on her, Catherine found herself wearing a new white blouse that showed enough cleavage to bear at least 60% of her breasts. She wore a pink and black pleated skirt, but it had been cut down to six inches wide, in order to ensure they were shorter than the 7” heels she wore. She needed to make a calculated compromise between how short her skirt was and how tall her heels could be.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

❖

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

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

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

“Well, Catherine,” Johnny addressed her. Today, these aren’t your students. They are my assistants, and you will treat them with respect.” He narrowed his eyes, determined to maximize her humiliation. Welcome to Biology. Today, you will be learning about sexual education.” The women gasped. He surely couldn’t be serious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>“Finally, always show men respect. Never refer 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 bringing a powerful woman down to her knees, and he was given a golden opportunity. “Now, let’s get started.” He slowly unzipped his pants. “How about you give me a great blowjob.”

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

“Good job, Catherine. It’s great to see you taking this lesson seriously.” Catherine heard the janitor’s voice praising her as her plump lips wrapped around the bully’s cock. Tom 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 she opened her throat to accommodate his hard, large cock. Catherine heard the masculine groans and feminine gasps of her colleagues behind her. Somehow, it felt even more humiliating to be used in a room along with her fellow teachers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

❖

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

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

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

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

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

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

Catherine’s sparkling blue eyes widened. Did he know about her rules? She desperately didn’t want to accept a position she knew nothing about, but he had asked her for a sexual favor, and she couldn’t reject him. “Yes, Sir,” she found herself timidly responding.

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

❖

One Month Later

Catherine strode through the busy corridor, smiling and winking at the male students who had stopped to ogle her. She yelped out as she felt 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 pigtails, and her pink painted face completely screamed slutty bimbo. A slim pink choker tightly wrapped around the former Principal’s neck, with her new job title scrawled along the front in a cursive Barbie font. She was now the Morale Officer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End.