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This was different. I tugged nervously at the too-short skirt, the feel of fabric against my skin strangely foreign after so much time spent naked. I glanced down at the shiny black mary-janes on my feet and shuffled them against the floor, savouring the sensations. I didn't want to think about what was about to happen.
***
Master Hawkes had been conducting my morning training session when the knock on the door had interrupted us. I'd stared curiously at the young looking man holding a murmured conversation with Master Hawkes while openly appraising me with his eyes. I was shackled to the wall, my breasts covered in crop marks, clothespins on my nipples, and the frank appreciation in his gaze made my pussy tingle. It had been two days since Master Hawkes had let me orgasm and permanent arousal had become a normal state for me.
Master Hawkes nodded once and then turned back to me, smiling in a way that made me nervous.
"Well, slut, it looks like you get to have some fun today. I'll leave you in Jeb's capable hands."
With that he turned and walked out the door, leaving me with the stranger. He was perhaps my own age, tall and fit with a mop of unruly dark blond hair. He grinned at me as he stepped forward, trailing his fingers up my thigh to rest against my hip.
"Lucky little slut. You would normally need a few weeks more training before we let you go to class, but one of the other cunts isn't feeling well today so you get to take her place. I bet Master Hawkes hasn't told you anything about class, though, has he?"
I shook my head wordlessly, only half my attention focused on his words. His hand had slid closer to my aching pussy and I was mentally willing him to touch me there, to give me some sort of relief.
"Well, it's like this. You know that we have you sluts here as entertainment for the members of the organization, right?" I nodded, feeling a little uncertain. Nobody had fully explained the workings of this place to me and while I'd guessed at some of what must go on, I found myself paying closer attention to what he was saying.
"Some of these members have, shall we say....certain proclivities. Some of these are quite benign, others not so, but the point is that we try to cater to all the desires of our members whenever possible, and you would be shocked at how many men just love the idea of slutty little schoolgirls." His hand had moved to the inside of my thigh as he spoke and I moaned slightly, arching my back and pushing my pussy forward. He ignored it, lightly stroking the soft skin of my leg while continuing to talk.
"So, you get to fulfill some of their fantasies. It works well, really. You need training and a classroom atmosphere is as good a place as any to give it to you. We just make it into a bit of a show at the same time."
He suddenly dropped his hand away and grinned at me. "Let's get you ready, hmm?"
***
Jeb had released me from my shackles and pulled the clothespins off my nipples, taking a moment to knead those sensitive nubs as I gasped, flinching against the sensation of blood returning to them. He'd then handed me a pile of clothes and stood back to watch me dress, a smirk on his face. The shoes and knee socks had been easy but when I went to put on the thin white blouse, I'd discovered that it was so tight I could barely button it in the front. There had been no bra, of course, and when I finally managed to squeeze my breasts into the too-tight garment I realized that the thin fabric simply highlighted my swollen, dark nipples, providing no modesty at all. The blouse made me feel constricted and I squirmed against it slightly until Jeb stepped forward and slid his hands down the front of it, grasping my nipples and tugging upwards sharply. I yelped, arching my back to relieve the pressure on my breasts, but he let go just as suddenly as he'd started and lightly adjusted the fabric around them, nodding to himself. I looked down to see that I was now all but spilling out of the low cut blouse, the tight fabric pushing my breasts up and outwards, my nipples just barely concealed.
"Hurry up, slut. Trust me, this is one class you don't want to be late for." he said, pointing to the plaid skirt. I shimmied into it, finding myself completely unsurprised when it turned out to be only just long enough to cover my ass. There were no panties provided, and when I stood, fully dressed, and stared down at myself, I felt somehow more exposed than when I had simply been naked.
Jeb handed me a brush and two hair ties, grinning at my expression.
"Pigtails. You know how to do it. I have some nice red ribbon to match your skirt, too."
Feeling absurd, I put my hair up into ponytails on either side of my head and tied the ribbons into big floppy bows around each tail. I could feel the blush creeping up my face as I imagined how I must look. The last item Jeb provided was a pair of leather cuffs and after I'd put them on, he secured my wrists behind my back.
"Time for school, slut. Let's go." said Jeb, leading me out the door and down the hallway. We crossed through the courtyard and into the mansion, following a hallway I didn't recognize. The ever-present erotic paintings were here as well, these ones featuring children's fairy tales and nursery rhymes. I spotted a buxom Little Red Riding hood being fucked by a wolf, and what I thought must be Miss Muffet, tied down to her tuffet by spiderwebs. I shivered, wondering who had painted these scenes, and kept my eyes forward as we went past the rest of them.
