of the store and began to locate the required items my mind was already heading down the line...my fantasies of what he was going to do to me once he had me dressed as a schoolgirl were running wild. Glancing down I could see my nipples standing to attention once more, betraying to the security cameras exactly how aroused I now was, once more.
Grabbing the knee highs I perched on the very edge of the only chair in the department and stripped the stockings down my legs in preparation for donning the white ones. The band at the top was soggy with the juices from our love making, which had to be the reason he had made me stand so soon after. Even when it appeared he was being nice to me he was manipulating me. I shuddered and then reached for the stockings to throw them away. At the last second I remembered his instruction and laid them on the counter before reaching for the skirt I’d selected from the rail and fastened it around me. It was quite short, and fastened wrap around style, very similar to the ones I’d worn to school myself only a few years earlier. Thankfully it hid the mess on my thighs.
Next came the blouse. He’d said simply a white one, tight as it would be too small, but nothing else. There were two to choose from, one a thick cotton one, totally opaque, the other thinner, manmade fabric, slightly transparent. There was no choice really and I quickly drew the manmade one on and fastened the buttons, having to squeeze my breasts together to allow it to close. The blouse bulged obscenely, I’d managed to squeeze myself into one two sizes too small despite the struggle. The band between the buttons gaped open all the way down, showing bare flesh at each point. The chest of the blouse was drawn tight over my breasts and the dark nipples poked huge indentations into it. Every movement was delicate torture as the tight material rasped against my tender nubs.
The tie was the penultimate item in this department. I glanced at the clock, bugger! There was only ten minutes left. I tied the tie in the proper manner very quickly, deciding to leave it a couple of inches below its tightest possible just like the modern school girls did when they came into the shop. Everything jumped into focus. This was the uniform from the school just up the block. He hadn’t named it, deliberately waiting for me to realise it. Kinky sod! Grabbing the blazer I ran in my stocking clad feet for the shoe department, stopped halfway and returned to grab the stockings I’d left behind.
Luckily the shoe department was next door to the ladies and as it was late summer the school shoes were on obvious display. Grabbing the first box of black patents that matched his description I pulled them on and then ran back across the sales floor, struggling into the blazer as I ran to reach his office on time. I didn’t want to think about the possible punishment for being late. The thought of those linked ping pong balls crashing onto my naked ass ran through my mind as I knocked on his door.
“Come in.”
* * * *
I looked up as she entered and had to admit she was stunning. I knew she was older than the uniform suggested but with her minimal makeup and her hair out of place she really did look every inch the high school senior. The school uniform kink wasn’t really one for me but I was trying to find her limits and at the same time, in order to play the game as I intended to, fulfil as many of her fantasies as possible at the same time.
“Unbutton the blazer and hold it open.”
“Yes . . . master.”
She looked out of breath, I’d not watched her progress through the store so guessed, correctly, she had been running to make sure she was on time. I watched as she did as she was told, no coyness in her movements at all as she displayed her choice of semi see-through blouse with her breasts quivering inside. Her sizing choice was rather extreme but in line with my commands so I let it go, subtlety could always come later.
“So, no bra,
Grabbing the knee highs I perched on the very edge of the only chair in the department and stripped the stockings down my legs in preparation for donning the white ones. The band at the top was soggy with the juices from our love making, which had to be the reason he had made me stand so soon after. Even when it appeared he was being nice to me he was manipulating me. I shuddered and then reached for the stockings to throw them away. At the last second I remembered his instruction and laid them on the counter before reaching for the skirt I’d selected from the rail and fastened it around me. It was quite short, and fastened wrap around style, very similar to the ones I’d worn to school myself only a few years earlier. Thankfully it hid the mess on my thighs.
Next came the blouse. He’d said simply a white one, tight as it would be too small, but nothing else. There were two to choose from, one a thick cotton one, totally opaque, the other thinner, manmade fabric, slightly transparent. There was no choice really and I quickly drew the manmade one on and fastened the buttons, having to squeeze my breasts together to allow it to close. The blouse bulged obscenely, I’d managed to squeeze myself into one two sizes too small despite the struggle. The band between the buttons gaped open all the way down, showing bare flesh at each point. The chest of the blouse was drawn tight over my breasts and the dark nipples poked huge indentations into it. Every movement was delicate torture as the tight material rasped against my tender nubs.
The tie was the penultimate item in this department. I glanced at the clock, bugger! There was only ten minutes left. I tied the tie in the proper manner very quickly, deciding to leave it a couple of inches below its tightest possible just like the modern school girls did when they came into the shop. Everything jumped into focus. This was the uniform from the school just up the block. He hadn’t named it, deliberately waiting for me to realise it. Kinky sod! Grabbing the blazer I ran in my stocking clad feet for the shoe department, stopped halfway and returned to grab the stockings I’d left behind.
Luckily the shoe department was next door to the ladies and as it was late summer the school shoes were on obvious display. Grabbing the first box of black patents that matched his description I pulled them on and then ran back across the sales floor, struggling into the blazer as I ran to reach his office on time. I didn’t want to think about the possible punishment for being late. The thought of those linked ping pong balls crashing onto my naked ass ran through my mind as I knocked on his door.
“Come in.”
* * * *
I looked up as she entered and had to admit she was stunning. I knew she was older than the uniform suggested but with her minimal makeup and her hair out of place she really did look every inch the high school senior. The school uniform kink wasn’t really one for me but I was trying to find her limits and at the same time, in order to play the game as I intended to, fulfil as many of her fantasies as possible at the same time.
“Unbutton the blazer and hold it open.”
“Yes . . . master.”
She looked out of breath, I’d not watched her progress through the store so guessed, correctly, she had been running to make sure she was on time. I watched as she did as she was told, no coyness in her movements at all as she displayed her choice of semi see-through blouse with her breasts quivering inside. Her sizing choice was rather extreme but in line with my commands so I let it go, subtlety could always come later.
“So, no bra,
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