Denise took a deep breath as she walked up the sidewalk towards the front doors of the HSB School.  It was her first day, and she really wanted to make a good impression.

She had only been teaching high school history for two years when she got the offer to come and teach at this school.  She had never heard of the school before, and they wanted her to be an art teacher – and Denise knew very little about art! But the promised salary was double what she had been making at her alma mater, so she figured ‘it’s art – how hard can it be? I’ll read the textbook and figure it out as I go!’  And so, here she was, walking through the door, dressed in a stylish white V-neck blouse, a navy skirt that stopped just above her knee, and matching 5 inch pumps.

She walked down the hall, and into the office; the young blonde woman at the front desk was also dressed stylishly, but also quite a bit more risqué: her pink top showed off plenty of cleavage, and as she stood up to greet Denise, the young teacher noticed how short the secretary’s skirt was – far shorter than anything she had ever been allowed to wear to teach, that was for sure!

“Hi,” the blonde smiled, “you must be the new art teacher! I’m Candy.”

“Denise, yes, I am.  How did you know?”

“Well you couldn’t be a student, silly, and there’s only one new teacher starting so I knew it must be you!”  She looked down at a piece of paper in front of her, then back up at the smiling Denise.  “Room 102 is yours.  You’re going to do great!”

“Wow, thank you, I hope so,” Denise replied, deciding it would be a bad idea at this point to mention her lack of art knowledge.  “What time does class start?”

As she finished, a bell rang.  “Right now!” Candy exclaimed.  “Have fun!”

Denise turned and headed out, thinking to herself that the girl was unusually young, attractive, and bubbly for a school secretary.  She certainly had never been told to ‘have fun’ before!  

She found the room easily enough and walked in.  The first thing she noticed was that the class was all boys – not a single girl!  The second thing was how quickly they all turned to look at her the moment she walked in.

“Good morning, Miss Denise,” they all chimed in together.

“Wow, good morning.  What a reception!” she exclaimed, as she found a drawer in the desk and slid her purse inside.  Then she turned to look at the blackboard, where someone had written:

“Miss Denise

Nude Art 101”

“Ha ha.  Very funny!”  The boys laughed; she glanced about, doing a quick estimate – there were about fifteen of them.  “I see that this class is all boys – aren’t there any girls here that like art?”

One of the boys, a tall, handsome, well-dressed one, stood up.  “There aren’t any girls here at all, not as students anyway.”

“This is an all-boys school?” Denise was shocked at this realization – there was nothing in the offer that mentioned that.  

There was more laughter.  The young man who had stood up, walked up to where she was standing and put his arm around her casually.  “Of course it is,” he replied.  “Why else would they call it the Hypnosis School for Boys?”

Denise turned to look up at him – he was a good six inches taller than her at least.  “Ohh…that’s what HSB stands for…”

“Not the brightest bulb in the chandelier, are we, sugar?” he chuckled.  “That’s going to make this really easy.”  He brought his hand to her face, and opened it: there was a glowing blue disc in his palm, maybe two or three inches across.

“What’s that…” the wide-eyed young brunette asked.

“You’ll see.  Just watch,” he smiled, as he gradually moved it closer to her upper body, just above the V-neck of her blouse.  Her astonished eyes followed it until she felt it make contact with her bare skin, and then, as it stuck in place, she let out a sudden ‘Ooooh…’

“So easy.”  He took a step back, as her expression belayed her complete and total bewilderment.

“I feel so…ooooh…what’s happening,” Denise moaned softly, her arms falling to her sides, her expression becoming vacant.  “My mind feels so…empty…”

“Good.”  The young man looked straight into her eyes, eyes that seemed to have nothing going on behind them.  “Take off your blouse.”

“I…” Denise started, as her hands moved up to the bottom of her blouse, slowly pulling it up and over her head.

“Good girl.  Give that to me.” She did as he commanded.  “Now take off your skirt.”

“I…must…obey…” she mouthed, her eyes locked in his gaze, as her hands obeyed again.  In a moment, her skirt was on the floor, and she was standing there in just her light pink bra and panties, as well as her heels.

“Good girl.  Now, lose the bra.”

Denise trembled for only an instant, as her hands went to her back, unhooking her bra and pulling it away, revealing her D-cup breasts to the fifteen excited young men.

“Good girl.  You’re almost there.  Take off your panties. Now.”

Her eyes still locked on his, Denise’s hands moved smoothly and quickly down to her remaining undergarment, pushing it down to the floor to join her skirt, and revealing her completely bare mound to her students.

“Perfect.  Now, sit up on your desk.  Give us a sexy pose.”

Mindlessly, Denise found herself obeying, sitting up on top of her desk and placing her hands in a seductive angle, her legs open and her heels dangling, her legs swinging back and forth slightly.

She wasn’t aware that the others had gotten up out of their seats and were standing around her, admiring her from all angles.

The tall, handsome, well-dressed young man smiled.  “Very good.  You are now our slave, Miss Denise!”

One of the other boys chimed in: “Now you just stay right there, and look pretty for us slave!”

Denise’s expression was completely blank.  Her voice was monotone as she mumbled, “This teacher is your slave…”

 

And so it was, that Denise discovered the real reason why she was offered the job, and why her lack of art knowledge wasn’t a consideration at all.  The class was, after all, ‘Nude Art 101’ and she would be their willing and hypnotized subject for the rest of the school year, and perhaps, their hypnotized teacher forever…