Girl's Music School for Rhythm

Note: This is a work of fiction. All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.

1 Orientation Day

The entrance to the Ziegler Advanced School of Music, named after the famous composer (Margarete Ziegler) was stately with large Gothic-style doors. The music school was for young women students as an alternative to going to university. The reputation of the school had gained certain notoriety since they developed new techniques to help students with stage fright and also rhythm.

As Rachael entered on her first day, she was so proud to have completed the rigorous requirements for entering. She had played the piano from a young age. Her abilities were impressive, but she couldn't play in public without becoming too nervous. Her stage fright made it difficult to even move her fingers or maintain rhythm. Although some nervous tension is common, for her it was debilitating. The school had boasted of helping young musicians overcome stage fright by using an innovative, but strict, teaching method and environment.

The techniques of the school were not publicly known. Former students and faculty were prohibited from discussing or revealing "trade secrets". Rachael had to sign all kinds of legal documents to keep her secrecy. Nonetheless, with such a reputation, she very much wanted to attend the school despite any "inconveniences".

However, there was no denying, some rules in the brochure for incoming students seemed odd and a bit extreme. For example, students weren't allowed to bring any clothing other than what they wore the first day. It stated that students would be issued school uniforms and could only wear what was provided by the school. For her age as a university student, wearing a uniform did not seem necessary, but not allowing any other clothing, seemed a bit too much.

But here she was, on her first day entering the institution that she had so desired to attend. From this moment, her career was about to take off, she thought.

...

2. Friends and Foreshadowing

After a full morning of introduction seminars, the incoming students met with their assigned staff advisor. At the administration office, the students waited for their turn.

"Hi. I'm Lizzie," as the pretty brunette girl said, extending her hand to Rachael. "What instrument do you play?"

"Rachael," she said taking Lizzie's hand with a friendly smile and shaking. "Nice to meet you. Piano, and you?"

Lizzie smiled back.

"Violin," she responded.

"Cool. I love the violin. I hope we can play a duet sometime."

"That would be great! I am sure that there will be plenty of opportunities."

"Where are you from?"

"From Middlehurst. And you?"

"Oh, I am from out-of-state. From Connecticut, a small town called Eastborough," Rachael replied, looking down at her hands. "I am quite nervous because I just turned 19 a few months ago and its the first time so far from home."

"Don't worry! We are all in the same situation. I'm super nervous!"

"But they say it's such a good school and I really want to be a good pianist."

"I know what you mean. Same for me!"

They continued talking as they waited their turn. Lizzie was next and finally went into the room and closed the door.

After about 15 minutes, she emerged dressed in the standard Ziegler Music school uniform, just like the other girls. Lizzie was a very pretty girl and the uniform made her look very cute. She carried a bag that must have been filled with her own clothing and other clothing issued by the school.

"Hey Lizzie, how did it... " Racheal stopped in mid-sentence. "What is the matter? Why ..?"

Lizzie breezed by her without saying anything. However, her face looked quite flustered, and her eyes seemed to be filled with tears. She could only manage to give a short goodbye wave accompanied by a failed attempt at a smile. What could have happened? This put Rachael on edge.

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3 Rules are Rules

It was now Rachael's turn. She stood up and went inside the office.

"Have a seat, Ms. Bates," the woman behind the desk said.

Rachael sat down in the conference chair in front of her desk.

"I am Ms. Thompson," the woman said. "I shall be one of your teachers. Please remove all your clothing and place them there in the bin."

Rachael was utterly shocked. She didn't expect anything like this.

"Now!" Ms. Thompson said raising her voice sternly. "We really don't have all morning,"

Rachael jumped slightly in her chair.

"But...", she stammered, quite visibly flustered.

"Ms. Bates, if you don't obey then I am afraid there is nothing more to do. All students are issued school uniforms and must only wear what we provide at all times. We have a very strict training system, and so students must comply. Is that understood?"

"Well, OK, I just hadn't expected..." her voice trailed off as she started to slowly unbutton her blouse.

She was wearing jeans and a white blouse that really favored her thin and athletic body. Her reddish-orange hair and blue eyes, with supple full lips, were accentuated by the white shirt. She took the white shirt off and draped it over the chair next to her. She then removed her jeans and was now in only her panties and bra. She had taken the school uniform from the folded pile of garments and started to unfold the shirt.

"But Ms. Bates, I said remove everything," said Ms. Thompson.

"Everything?"

"Yes, everything"

Rachael was now very flustered but did as she was told. First, she unfastened the hook of her bra behind her back and removed it from the front. She thought it is best to get it over as quickly as possible. She stood up and abruptly pushed down her panties and removed them.

She then looked in the stack of clothing for the new bra and panties, however, there weren't any there.

"And the panties and bra?" she asked Ms. Thompson.

"Our girls don't need bras and panties here Ms. Bates. You may put on this skirt and blouse now," as she handed her the neatly folded garments.

The skirt of the school uniform was plaid and quite short. She could easily be exposed by just walking, she thought. She would have to be especially careful with every movement. The blouse was white with an insignia, but the material was very thin and her small perky nipples were clearly visible. The uniform did have a jacket, so at least this would protect her.

Rachael is flustered by all of this. She sees this as a complete afront of her dignity and thinks about protesting, but decides to simply concede.

"Now Ms. Bates, you only need to sign the contract and we are finished."

"The contract? But, what contract?"

"Oh, it is nothing really," she responds.

She places the contract on the desk, consisting of several pages, and then a pen on top of it.

"You simply sign here," Ms. Thompson says.

She points to the bottom of the first page where Rachael should sign.

"They are merely the simple rules of the school and your signature states that you fully comply. You can read them when you get back to your room. But don't worry, tomorrow you shall become quite aware of all of them."

Rachael took the pen and rapidly scanned over the contract. She felt pressured and it was very long. She at least wanted to read quickly to get a gist of what it was all about. Before Ms. Thompson showed her impatience, she had only enough time to read the first few points, which read:

1 All personal belongings, including the clothing in which the student arrived, will be given back at the end of the term; students agreed to use only the school uniform and garments assigned to them

2 Each student must wear the remotely controlled lush vibrator controlled by a "metronome app" specific to the School.

3. Students will allow teachers to control them with the "metronome app" while in class.

4. Students agree to perform daily "rhythm" homework by using the "metronome app" and lush vibrator...

5...

"I am waiting, Ms. Bates! Please sign, because other students are waiting," Ms. Thompson said sternly.

This startled Rachael. She was unable to read the contract further, but she signed anyway.

"Excellent. Now, Ms. Bates, we are almost done."

She grabbed a box from the shelf behind her desk. It was a new remote-controlled vibrator.

"We only need to make sure your vibrator functions properly and that you know how to use it."

Rachael was mortified. She watched as Ms. Thompson removed it from the box and then fumbled around with some configurations on her phone. After a few moments, Ms. Thompson demonstrated that she could control the vibrator remotely, making it jump around on the desk.

"Well, as you can see it works perfectly," Ms. Thompson said, quite pleased with herself. "Now, by pressing this,... we can stop it".

She touched something else on the screen and the vibrator immediately stopped. Then, she apparently pressed another button of the remote-controlled app and the vibrator started jumping uncontrollably again, but with even more energy than previously.

"Now it's your turn," she said looking into Rachael's eyes.

Rachael put out her hand to take the phone from Ms. Thompson.

"Not with the phone, Ms. Bates!" she said forcing her gaze at the vibrator on the desk.

"But... now?" Rachael said mortified.

"We are wasting time Ms. Bates. Here is some lubrication gel. Please insert it quickly so that we can test it out and see how you respond!"

Rachael's eyes filled with moisture. She was mortified but also becoming angry with such humiliation. "What a bitch!" she thought. How could the school get away with this treatment? But, she was better than this. "Fine!" she thought now becoming determined. "She will not get the better of me."

She took the vibrator and applied the lubrication gel all over it. She then took a glob of the lubricating gel in her fingers, and she applied it to the entrance of her womanhood. In a determined manner, she lost all her modesty. She took the vibrator and rubbed it between the lips of her vagina. She applied some pressure and it slowly slipped between her folds and into her entrance. She let out a subtle gasp.

Despite her humiliation and animosity towards Ms. Thompson, her body responded with arousal to the penetration. She then sat up straight with the antenna of the vibrator poking out of her pussy and looked straight ahead.

Pressing a button on her phone, Ms. Thompson said, "Good! Now let's give it a try."

"Ahhhhhh!" Rachael jumped with a slight shock.

Although she had expected it, the force of the vibrations took her by surprise. After it started, however, the feeling felt so good. She wanted to deny it, but the vibrations sent waves of pleasure throughout her whole body. Then it stopped.

"Hmmm ... ok, that worked," Ms. Thompson said aseptically, as if controlling a television channel, instead of a pleasure center of the young female in front of her.

She moved her fingers over the phone and pressed.

"Ahhhyyy," Rachael yelled out, and nearly doubling over in her chair from the sensation.

The vibrations were so strong that she was nearly shaken off her chair. This continued for what seemed like an eternity, even though it was only half a minute. During that time, the vibrations nearly brought Rachael to an orgasm. Then, suddenly, the vibrations stopped.

"Fine, Ms. Bates. We are finished. You may go to your dormitory now." Ms. Thompson said abruptly.

Rachael started to remove the vibrator but was interrupted by Ms. Thompson.

"Oh no, Ms. Bates. You can leave it in for now. You will need it once you get to your dormitory," she said with a sardonic smile.

With this, Rachael stood up and composed herself. She patted down the front of her skirt and adjusted her blouse. She then put on the jacket.

"And my clothing?" she said pointing to the clothing that she wore upon arrival.

"You will get them when you leave our School, Ms. Bates"

Rachael gathered the bag with the other garments and turned to leave. As she was leaving, Ms. Thompson called back.

"And oh Ms. Bates?"

"Yes."

"You should remove all that bushy hair between your legs. It will make our job easier."

"Yes, Ms. Thompson," Rachael replied as she exited the office. She knew it was futile to protest.

Besides, after the vibes she just received, she was starting to like this school far more than she could have imagined before!