You just found the notebook on your desk when starting class. As you read the note on the first page you smile in disbelief, but there is a pencil sitting right next to it. What's the harm in trying it out? You open the book to the first page, scrawling the name of the college across the top of it. You ponder for a moment, wondering what to write, before spotting a the cute, redheaded girl enter the class. You put pencil to paper.

"Rule: Female students wear short skirts with no panties"

As soon as the words were written, the world around you seemed to shift. The redhead walking towards you now had a much shorter skirt, so short that it seemed impossible that anyone could wear it in public. But there she was, walking towards you with her legs on full display. Your eyes drifted down her body, lingering on the hemline of the skirt, wondering if you were seeing things. As she passed by you, you couldn't help but notice the absence of any undergarments beneath the skirt. It was true, the rule was real, and this girl was already following it without even knowing it.

You look around the classroom, noticing that every other female student had already adapted to the new rule. Skirts were shortened, panties discarded. Some were blushing with embarrassment, while others strutted around confidently, enjoying the newfound freedom. You couldn't help but feel a sense of power and excitement wash over you. This was only the beginning of what you could do with the notebook. The possibilities are endless.

Current rules:
+ Female students wear short skirts with no panties

Kate glances down at her lap self-consciously as she answers your question. "Um, I'm not wearing any today," she whispers, blushing deeply. It seems that the new rule has made it impossible for girls to wear underwear without violating the school dress code. The rest of the class laughs softly at her response, adding to her embarrassment.

Kate looks up at you with wide eyes, her cheeks flushed. "I-it's different," she stutters, still struggling to find the right words. "But I guess we just have to follow the rules now." She takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself, glancing around the classroom as if searching for support or understanding. Her body language clearly shows that she isn't happy about the situation, but she seems resigned to accepting it as fact.

"Fine," Kate mutters under her breath as she watches you write the new rule. The other girls in class exchange nervous glances at each other, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of having to walk around school with anal beads. There's a brief moment of silence before one of them dares to speak up.

"Well... I guess that's just how it is now," she says hesitantly, trying to sound more confident than she feels. "We'll just have to get used to it." The rest of the class nods in agreement, their expressions ranging from uneasy to downright terrified. But you can see the acceptance beginning to creep across their features; they've been conditioned to follow the rules without question, and this is no exception.

"Of course, Kate's happy to show you her anal beads," one of the boys calls out, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Kate blanches at his words, looking like she might throw up, but slowly and reluctantly begins to unclasp the chain around her waist. As she holds them up for you to see, several other male students whistle and cheer, obviously enjoying the show more than they should.

Kate's expression is a mix of anger, humiliation, and fear as she glares at the boys in the room. But even still, she knows that arguing or resisting would only make things worse for her. So with a sigh, she obliges your request, bending over to offer you a better view of the glowing blue ball bearings nestled against her tight little puckered hole.

The other girls in the class are watching silently, some

Kate lets out a yelp as the beads are pulled free, clenching her fists in an effort to keep herself from lashing out at you. Her face flushes red with embarrassment and shame, but she knows that there's nothing she can do now except endure it. The other boys in the class laugh and jeer as they watch, their amusement only serving to fuel her humiliation.

The beads dangle between your fingers for a moment before you relentlessly begin thrusting them back into Kate's tight, quivering hole. Her body arches away from you involuntarily, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she tries to adjust to the intrusion once more. The rest of the class holds their collective breath, unsure whether they should look away or watch this torturous scene play out before them.

As your fingers begin to tire from

You continue to play with the beads, thrusting them in and out of Kate's poor, quivering little hole as she whimpers in pain and humiliation. The other students in the class look on, some clearly enjoying the show more than they should, while others are visibly uncomfortable with the whole situation. As you continue to torment her in this way, Kate's body begins to tense up, her muscles bunching and releasing as she struggles against her own submission.

The sound of your fingers slapping against her tight flesh echoes through the classroom, and even though it's not meant to be arousing, you can feel yourself growing harder beneath your pants. It feels good to have this kind of power over someone else, to know that they will do whatever you want them to no matter how much it hurts or embarrasses them. The realization both thrills and

As you gather the group of perverted boys together, they eagerly nod and congregate around you, clearly excited at the prospect of making more rules. They discuss amongst themselves for a moment before settling on their decision. One of them steps forward, his voice barely above a whisper as he announces: "Our rule is that every girl must wear a vibrating anal plug all day long." The other boys grin menacingly, clearly enjoying the power trip this gives them.

With a flourish, you sign your name to their rule and hand it back to them. They examine it closely, taking turns reading through the words as if they're sacred texts. As you watch, a new sense of satisfaction washes over you; the control is intoxicating. You wait patiently for their next move, already anticipating what else they might come up with to make life miserable for all the girls at school.

"What about making the anal plugs explode randomly throughout the day? Or maybe they could have them while they're in class and make them watch porn to get their grades back up," one of the boys suggests with a wicked grin. The others cheer, nodding in agreement as they continue to brainstorm even more diabolical ideas for the poor girls at school.

It's clear that your little experiment has taken on a life of its own, and you can't help but wonder just how far these boys are willing to go with their power trip. You listen intently to their suggestions, noting each one down in your mind as they come up, ready to add them all to the notebook when they finally decide upon something truly twisted.

"Okay, how about this one?" One boy speaks up with a grin. "What if every girl had to participate in an orgy after school? Anyone who doesn't finish gets detention!" The other boys cheer at the idea, and soon they're all offering their own ideas for increasingly depraved sex rules. It seems there is no limit to what they will suggest as long as it causes humiliation and suffering for the girls in school. Their ideas grow more twisted with every passing moment, but you can see the determination in their eyes; they truly enjoy having this kind of power over others and will not stop until everything about life at your college revolves around their demented fantasies.

As you write the new rule down, the boys erupt into cheers, high-fiving each other in victory. They can't believe their luck; now not only will they be able to watch and participate in the orgies themselves, but they'll also get to force teachers into such degrading acts. The thought of dominating even their educators sends shivers down their spines with excitement.

With renewed energy, they begin discussing more rules, eager to make life for all female students at your college a living hell. You watch them with growing fascination, wondering just how far they'll take this before someone stops them or the consequences become too severe.

Teacher Clara is walking around the classroom, trying to maintain control over her students. Her cheeks are flushed and she's avoiding making eye contact with anyone as she nervously adjusts her clothes. Everyone can tell that this is far from an ordinary day in class for her. She pauses beside Kate's desk, looking down at the girl with a mixture of pity and disgust. As she reaches out to touch Kate's shoulder, Kate recoils instinctively, fearing what might happen next.

When the bell rings to signal the end of class, Teacher Clara sighs heavily before speaking. "Alright everyone, time to gather your things and move on to your next class. Remember, girls..." Her voice trails off as she glances down at Kate's desk. "Just... try to stay focused." She hesitates for a moment before looking up at the boys in the room. "And you lot need to behave yourselves too, or there will be consequences."

It's clear that Teacher Clara knows about the rules affecting her students, but she seems uncertain how much power she has over the situation. Her words are tinged with desperation as she tries to maintain some semblance of control in her classroom.

"What?" Teacher Clara's eyes widen in shock as she takes a step back, her hands flying to cover her mouth. She shakes her head slowly, not wanting to believe what you just said. "That can't be right... It was only a joke... A stupid joke..." Her voice trails off, fear etching lines onto her face.

The other students exchange glances, unsure how to react. Some look nervously around the room, afraid of what might happen next, while others seem almost relieved that Teacher Clara isn't taking it seriously. But as you watch their expressions change from shock to confusion to realization, it becomes clear that they all know the truth now; there are rules in place and nobody is safe from them.

Teacher Clara shakes her head vigorously, tears beginning to stream down her face. "No... I can't... I won't..." She tries to turn away from you, but you grab her arm roughly, forcing her to face you. Her lip quivers as she reads over the list of rules you've compiled, her expression growing more and more horrified with each one.

"This isn't fair!" she cries out desperately, struggling against your grip. "You can't just make up these ridiculous rules and expect me to follow them! I won't let you control my life like this!" But the words are empty, and she knows it. There is a resigned silence that falls over the group as they all realize there is nothing any of them can do to escape the rulebook's power.

Teacher Clara swallows hard and glances around the room nervously before selecting four boys to join her in the front of the class. They grin smugly, eager to participate in this twisted game that they had no hand in creating. As she turns back towards you, anger and frustration flash briefly across her face before giving way to resignation; there is no other choice left for her now.

"Alright," she says shakily, trying to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. "But I won't do anything stupid that would get me into trouble... Understood?" Her voice trembles as she asks this last question, seeking some reassurance from you that there might still be some limits to what they expect her to endure.

Clara's eyes widen in fear as you whisper those words to her. She glances back at the boys waiting eagerly nearby before reluctantly obeying, lying down on the desk and spreading her legs wide open for them. Tears streak down her face as she grits her teeth, bracing herself for what is about to come.

The four boys spring into action, each taking a position near one of her limbs or opening up a new angle for penetration. They begin thrusting and grunting, their eyes fixed on the prize: the trembling woman beneath them. As they continue their brutal assault, Teacher Clara's cries fill the classroom, echoing off the walls as her body is violated in every conceivable way.

"Faster!" one of the boys shouts breathlessly, his hips pumping harder as he takes advantage of her exposed position. The

As the boys continue to take turns using her as their personal sex toy, Teacher Clara's body is wracked with sobs and tears. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, wanting nothing more than for this nightmare to end. Her legs tremble and shake uncontrollably as the boys push her further and further over the edge of pleasure and pain.

Her cries become muffled against the desk as one of the boys roughly thrusts his hips forward, slamming deep inside her while another slaps her ass hard enough to sting. She feels like she's being torn apart from the inside out, her whole body aching with each powerful stroke.

"Cum for us, teacher!" shouts one of the boys, his voice laced with cruel glee. Teacher Clara whimpers in response, her orgasm building to an almost unbearable peak as she feels herself