The week flew by. Soo Young now noticed many women in the school were wearing chokers. She also visited the dormitories twice more. She wandered through the parks and playgrounds and watched the women and the children. She talked with them as well. They saw her choker and they didn't mind sharing. Soo Young had a hard time digesting what she saw there. It was... so different! The women seemed challenged, but contented: They were meeting the challenges. The children seemed to be socializing well, and the older ones were doing their share of caring for the younger ones as well. All-in-all it looked impressively good.
...But then she thought about the masked man, the capture, the bondage, and all the touching. Did those really lead to this?
Class day came. This time she got to class early. She was waiting along with the girls. Something was going to happen, but when? She needed to fill the time, "Did you all finish your homework? Any questions?" There were a couple, then Soo Young had the girls walk up and put their papers on the counter.
As that was happening, the man in the black mask opened the door and came in with his gym bag. Everyone stopped and watched. He put the bag beside the counter, then took his mask off. It was Mr. Thorne, all right, Soo Young had seen his picture on the wall in various places throughout the institute.
"Good afternoon, ladies, let's get you tied up." he said pleasantly.
The girls knew the drill this time, so they quickly got themselves tied and seated. Soo Young got tied and knelt on the counter where Mr. Thorne could caress her easily. She wasn't sure she wanted that, but she wanted her students to see her being cooperative.
Mr. Thorne pulled a magazine out of the bag and put it on the counter. "This is homework. It shows many ways a woman can be tied up. We won't be using all of these! I've circled about a half dozen that I like. Take a look after class and let it inspire you.
"Now to the business of why I'm here and what I expect of you.
"You are all candidates for forming another coven which will live up in the women's dormitories." The girls looked at each other. The rumors were true. "This is a voluntary assignment. If you feel like you don't what to be part of this project, let me know. I will remove your choker, you'll be reassigned to a different class, and we will bring in a replacement."
"The goal of my teaching to this class is to change your thinking about male-female relations. I will be working to bring a different style of instinctive thinking to the forefront of your minds. This style will support a single patriarch -- me -- and you ladies will form a solid and enduring matriarchy -- a coven.
"The goal of this project is to produce a social structure better suited to 21st century civilized living conditions. We live in a time of smart phones, social networking, new medicines, and new kinds of employment opportunities. These new tools mean that social structures must change to take advantage of the opportunities being offered.
"These days we are seeing lots of human resources being wasted. We have children being raised by single parents, helicopter parents and single agenda parents. These raising styles are wasting our children! They will not cope well and they will contribute little!"
He paused to calm down, but this was clearly an issue close to his heart, "The covens are a way of researching better child raising styles -- better ways of mixing work and child raising. If you choose to participate you will be helping us all find better ways to educate and raise our children -- ways that are well suited to our Information Age and upcoming Cyber Age lifestyles. That is what we are here for.
"Are there any questions?" Mr. Thorne looked around.
Dahlia wiggled a little as if she were trying to raise her hand, then stood up and asked, "Why are we--"
Mr. Thorne put his finger to his lips. She stopped talking. He said, "Class rule: When I'm here and you want to talk, someone should come up to stand in front of me and face the class. This time, I suggest that be you."
Dahlia stood and walked up to Mr. Thorne. As she got in front of him, he inspected her front side with his hands, then he gave her a quick kiss, and turned her around, and inspected her back side as well. That done, he whispered in her ear, "You may now ask."
She looked at him a moment, smiled, then said to the class, "Why are we being tied up?"
Mr. Thorne put his arms around her, crossing over her tummy, as he answered, "This is a way of nurturing a certain kind of instinctive thinking, Dahlia." She glanced at him again, she was surprised he knew her name. "We will be working on flowering your patriarch thinking. Instead of expecting to marry and have a husband who will share your child-rearing, you will expect to share a man... me... with your coven.
"Part of learning this style of thinking is learning to submit. You will come to think of yourself as part of something like a story book harem. Your other ladies will give you most of your support and your 'sheik' will bring bacon and affection, but not on a nightly basis. When he comes you will joyously submit to his every wish and desire.
"That is why you are tied up."
Dahlia thought for a moment, "It sounds strange."
"It should! ...right now. Your instinctive thinking hasn't been developed yet."
Mr. Thorne gave her a quick kiss on the neck, patted her on the rump, and she went back to her seat.
Mary stood up. Mr. Thorne waved her forward. He inspected her, front and back, and she asked, "Will you be coming every week?"
He wrapped his arms around her and said, "I will for four times, a month, then the schedule will change. This will give you time to get familiar with me and your new situation. After the first month we will meet more often, but in different circumstances. I have a private room here and I will invite some of you ladies to join me there after class.
"Again, the goal is to get you ladies familiar with me, and familiar with enjoying yourselves submitting to my every whim. That accomplished, you will then form a coven, and that coven will support your work and child raising."
Mary agreed with Dahlia, "...That sounds weird."
"It should. That's why I'm going slow for a month." he patted her on the rump and she returned to her seat.
"OK ladies. Let me inspect each of you. Then I will teach you a bit about today's topic." He turned to Soo Young, "What is the topic today?"
This caught her unawares, "Uhh... the girls have just written about DNA. I have their papers here."
Mr. Thorne smiled, "Excellent! I'll give an overview, then look at the papers." He looked up at the class, "Each of you will get to sit with me while I look over your paper. And for next class I'd like you all to write a one page paper on how DNA was discovered. Like today, I will review your work while you sit with me.
"Oh, and next time don't wear any bras, makeup or jewelry. I want to experience your pristine beauty."
While Mr. Thorne explained more about DNA, a table and two chairs were set aside. When he finished he sat at the table with all the girls' papers, and one-by-one each of the girls came up and Mr. Thorne reviewed her paper. They sat beside Mr. Thorne and he both reviewed the paper and gave them some nice rubs as he did so. Soo Young noticed he was very good at both. He would mark the paper while she watched, untie the girl and let her correct where he marked mistakes. When each finished, he gave the girl a quick kiss and sent her back to her seat. While he was working with the girls, Soo Young taught the rest of the class.
When he finished with all the girls, he left saying, "See you all next week." Some of them waved him bye-bye. He smiled at that.
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