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

A wave of confidence washes over you as another female student enters the room. This time, instead of focusing on her body, your eyes drift to the button-down shirt she's wearing. It fits loosely around her shoulders, but with just enough fabric bunched up beneath her breasts to suggest that it was meant for a bra. You take out your pencil and add another rule to the notebook: "All female students must wear opened button-down shirts with no bras." The moment you finish writing, she blushes and quickly unbuttons her top, revealing her perky breasts held in place only by the fabric of her shirt. She doesn't seem to notice any change at first, but soon enough, every other female student follows suit, leaving them all walking around with exposed chests and vulnerable expressions on their faces. The world has shifted once again, thanks to your clever rules.

Hesitantly, you add the new rule to your notebook. When one of the female students approaches, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and fear, you can't help but feel a sense of power surging through you. She kneels before you, eyes cast downwards in submission, hands fidgeting nervously as she reaches for your crotch. You watch as she takes you into her mouth, expertly using her tongue and teeth to bring you pleasure while avoiding the temptation to gag on your erection. The other girls in class seem transfixed by the display, some even copying her motions with their hands, mimicking what they've seen. This new rule, like all the others, has been accepted without question or hesitation. For now, you can only wonder what else you might be able to ask of them...

As you push her head down, she groans in submission, her throat working diligently around your length. You wave over another student, a pretty blonde with piercing blue eyes and perfect, pale breasts barely concealed beneath her shirt. She approaches hesitantly, as if unsure of what you might want from her. When she's close enough, you motion for her to kneel beside the first girl, who is now using both hands to steady herself while maintaining her gagging blowjob. As the blonde completes her kneeling motion, her breasts press against your leg, their softness contrasting sharply with the steely determination in her eyes.

As you pull the other girl off your cock and slap her in the face with it, the blonde's eyes go wide with shock but also with arousal. She gasps and reaches out to touch where she was slapped, clearly enjoying the novel sensation. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly as she tries to catch her breath. "My name... is Samantha," she manages to choke out between pants.

Samantha nods eagerly, her face flushed with desire as she watches you slide the head of your cock over her lips. "I'm Samantha... Mmmh... Please..." Her words are quiet and breathless, her focus solely on the feeling of your wet member teasing at her mouth. She parts her lips further, moaning when your skin makes contact with hers, anticipation running through every nerve in her body.