JENNIE - DRESSING FOR SCHOOL

BY CREPUNDIA FORMATOR
crepundia@fastmail.fm

Jennie - An eight-year-old little girl who is being raised in a most unusual way, to be the life long slave to her mother Meg. Since preschool Jennie has attended the Monasterium School For Girls. As you will see the school requires its students to wear a very unique school uniform.

Meg - Known as Mother-Mistress to her daughter, Meg has taken the interesting step of enslaving her offspring. At the age of five Meg enrolled her daughter into the Monasterium School For Girls so she may have a properly educated slave. Its curriculum offers more then just reading, writing and arithmetic.

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"Wake up Little Slave. Time to get up and get ready for school." That's what Meg called her daughter for some time now, Little Slave.

Jennie stirred a bit, returning from whatever dream she was dreaming. Not quite realizing she was once again in real world tried to talk. It was hard to say anything when you're gagged for the majority of the day.

"Quiet", she commanded while reaching to remove the child sized red ball gag.

Jennie also found it hard getting out of bed, at least until her mother decided to release her. You see Jennie's sleeping arrangements were far unlike that of other girls her age. Most little girls, happily go to bed in maybe a favorite nightgown, got tucked in by a parent and perhaps get a bedtime story. Not Jennie. First, she didn't have a favorite nightgown. Most times she was put to bed nude. Those times she did wear something, it was something terribly uncomfortable maybe even a bit painful. As for being tucked in by having her blankets pulled so she might stay warm, they only hid the numerous cuffs and straps. And that bedtime story, two nights ago it was about a young woman who was forced to become a living statue. Jennie was still trying to figure out if it was a happy or sad ending.

Meg, finally removing the gag, next pulled back the pink blankets revealing why Jennie's sleeping arrangements differed from that of average girls. Securely fastened to her small ankles cuffs, on her waist a wide belt with wrist cuffs attached and around her neck, a collar. These entire child sized restraints held fast by straps connected to securing points under the bed. This is how Meg's "Little Slave" slept most nights.

Finally releasing the last of her daughters sleep wear, except for the collar though, ordered her up. "Okay Little Slave, get up. Lets get you ready for school before the bus arrives."

"Yes Mother-Mistress", Jennie said quietly. Her mother took hold of the only thing she left wearing, her collar. Having a firm grip on the collar's rear D-ring Jennie was forcibly escorted to the bathroom.

It was a typical bathroom in many respects except perhaps one. That one difference was the hand full of U-bolts fixed to the ceiling, attached to one of them a leash. The leash was measured for Jennie's use. Connected to one she was able to use the sink and toilet, connected to another and she could bathe.

They both entered the room, one leading the other nude. As Meg secured the leash to Jennie's collar, "You had a shower and enema last night so brush your teeth, use the toilet while I go set out your school clothes." Giving the leash a small jerk to get her point across Meg ordered, "I'll be back in fifteen minutes so get busy."

"Yes Mother-Mistress", Jennie stated meekly.

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Some fifteen minutes later Meg came back to the bathroom to check on her child slave. Her daughter was still in the process of brushing her hair when walked in on her. "You're not done!" erupted Meg. "You had plenty of time and still brushing your hair."

"I'm sorry", trying to avoid a punishment.

"I'm sorry? I'm sorry what?" said Meg, taking the brush from her daughter's hand.

"I'm sorry Mother-Mistress", knowing now she was about to be spanked.

"Bend over." After being punished many times before Jennie assumed the prescribed position Lean forward as far as the leash would allow and place hand on knees. With brush in hand Meg took a swing a Jennie's right ass cheek. The smack of hard plastic on flesh echoed off the bathroom walls. Without breaking pace Meg swung a second time hitting the left cheek square. Again the sound reverberated off the walls.

"Now are you going to test my patience again?" Meg asked as deep marks appeared on each of Jennie's ass cheeks.

"No Mother-Mistress."

"Fine, now lets get you dressed." Quickly removing the leash Jennie's mother grabbed the back of her collar and forcibly led her back to the bedroom.

The routine, simple enough, was first preparing the body. Jennie, after being given a light push in the direction, made her way to stand on a rubber mat lying at the foot of the bed. She also moved quickly because her ass hurt and she didn't want another spanking.

"Arms out legs spread", came the order. Five times a week she had to go though these preparations for school. While her little slave stood waiting Meg reached for the baby powder on the dresser top. She opened it, sprinkled some on her hand and rubbed it onto the child's body. In just a short time Jennie's body was covered from her neck to her toes. With that done Meg next pick-up the lubrication gel. Putting a bit on her fingers Meg spread it around insuring that both Jennie's little cunt and ass hole were well lubricated. Now she was ready to put on her school clothes.

On the bed lay Jennie's school uniform. To the average person half of it appeared to be just normal private school attire. It was the other items that would give the average person some concern, all shiny, black and made of latex. The first item to be put on was not a clean pair of cotton panties and top but an interesting pair of latex panties. They were interesting because they had been modified. From inside the crotch protruded a pair of two-inch long stiff hollow tubes, one for the cunt and one for the ass hole. When properly worn these tubes would insert themselves dilating both sphincter and cunt. Another additional aspect of the tubes was the locking rings. Located inside each tube these rings allowed the insertion of dildo's and butt plugs, and then locked in preventing removal. The second interesting facet of the panties was the short tube that resembled a catheter. Correctly worn this tube inserts itself into the urethra but is not long enough to enter the bladder of the wearer. While one end rested inside the student the other ended against the hollow tube creating a small hole on the inside of it. Wearing these panties meant a student could still pass water without taking anything off so long as nothing was blocking the hole, such as a dildo locked to the ring and buried in the student's cunt.

"Okay, lift your leg", instructed Meg. Holding onto her mother's shoulders Jennie lifted her right leg putting it through the leg opening. "Now the other." With both legs in Meg worked the tight fitting panties up above Jennie's knees. Taking the lubricant once again she put a dab onto the outer surface of the urine hose and both tubes.

Jennie had been wearing her Monasterium School uniform now for two years and she still dislike this part. Her mother, with a firm grip on the waistband, pulled the panties nearly into place. Next pinching the outside surface so she could manipulate the urine hose inside into its home. With a little effort while on her knees looking up at the target she manage to get into the small piss hole. With the help of the lubricant, some adjustments the pussy and ass tubes slipped into place. Making sure everything was in place Meg bent down so she could look up at her daughter's crotch. The tubes had done their job, they stretched open both her child size pussy and ass hole. Now anything could be inserted and locked into place

All the time Jennie stood gritting he teeth trying not to make a sound.

In the school handbook the next item was referred as the Base Layer, but revealed it as being a child sized black latex cat suit. It came with attached feet and gloves as well as high turtle neck collar. Once a student was inside closing it meant simply zipping the zipper. It ran from the small of the back to the top of the collar, having its own flap for concealment. The suit also had its own set of locking rings over both lower orifices. These rings lack the penetrating tubes but merely locked down to the panty rings. With this arrangement a student could still be penetrated with a dildo and/or plug and have it securely locked inside them.

Again after two years wearing her school uniform Jennie knew what was next. Holding onto her mother's shoulders she lifted up her right and then left foot and placed them into the suits footed feet of the suit.

"Stand still", Meg ordered her tiny slave. With the added assistance of the body powder she slowly worked the suit up first one leg then the other. With a little pulling she manage to get the suit over Jennie's hips, but before going any further she needed to set and lock the crotch rings to the ones in the panties. With some manipulation both cunt and ass rings locked themselves into place.

"Ouch", escaped Jennie's lips after being pinched while her panty and cat suit rings were locked together.

"Did you say something?" daring her slave to say something else. With no answer any time soon Meg got down to look up at Jennie's crotch. The tubes still were in place, penetrating, dilating both colon and cunt. With some satisfaction that Jennie would remain like this until she returned from school Meg continued dressing her. Taking hold from behind Meg pulled the suit further up Jennie's body so she could insert her arms into the sleeves and gloved hands. A little more adjusting and smoothing of the suit it was now ready to be zipped up. She grasped the zipper pulling home to the top of the collar then concealing it under the zipper flap. Meg stood a moment looking at her latex covered eight-year-old slave and smiled.

The third item, a small latex corset sized and fitted to be worn from under the armpits down to the top of the hips. The corset was of traditional style with laces in back a heavy metal catches in front. What weren't traditional were the two D-rings attached to the sides.

Standing in front of her slave Meg held the open corset bring it down behind Jennie. "Lift your arms", Meg ordered. She quickly lifted her latex covered hands above her head while the corset was brought around her mid-section. Using a shoehorn like tool the dozen or so front catches was easily fastened into place, closing the corset around Jennie's waist.

With the last catch done Meg stood once again to look her daughter over then noticed, "Your figure is coming along nicely. For an eight-year-old you already have noticeable hips. Your corset seems to be a little loose though. When you get back from school we'll untie those laces and redo them."

"Yes Mother-Mistress."

The next step, which Jennie dreaded and Meg enjoyed, was the placement of the school required dildo and butt plug. They weren't the sex toys you might find in some adult store but specially designed as part of the school uniform. The first obvious difference was their size, small to fit into a child nether region. Second, they were inflatable. Each had on its external end a small fitting to attach it to an air supply of some kind. Whether it was an inflation bulb or the students own classroom chairs, with its air connection made when a student took their seat. The third difference, they could be locked into the wearer using the panty locking rings with the ring around the base of each toy. The benefit? The student couldn't remove them by themselves.

Taking the dildo by its base Meg took aim. With a dilated pussy interior the first two-inches of the dildo traveled in easily, then met some resistance. Meg looked once more to insure things were aligned then gave the little instrument of torment a final push. With a click of the rings Jennie's cunt was filled and locked away.

Jennie managed not to make a sound even when the dildo was pushed in. It had only been two days ago that the dildo and plug had been replaced with larger ones and she still was trying to get use to the larger size.

Meg next took hold of the butt plug and proceeded to repeat the same procedure but from behind. "Bend forward a little", she ordered. It was easier to work from behind when it came to inserting the rear plug. Happy with the angle Meg push the plug home, locking it in place next to the first.

"Owww", escaped Jennie's lips.

"One more sound out of you and I'll seal you in your mummification bag for the weekend, got it."

"Yes Mother-Mistress." Trying harder not to make a sound. After being wrapped up and placed inside the bag for day once she knew that's something she didn't want to happen again

After some thirty minutes of dressing Jennie was still only half dressed. Now it was time for the restraints. Each student attending Monasterium School For Girls was require to wear a leather collar, belt and cuffs for both wrist and ankles. Each piece was made to be low profile so they could be hidden under normal clothing. Even with this idea of concealment they each still had a D-ring attached. Students quite often needed to be retained to properly learn some class courses. Taking each one at a time Meg quickly had them in place.

The remaining clothes were used for different reasons. The main reason was to give the illusion that of a private school student, not a slave in training. And most had been slightly altered to accommodate the items underneath. To start with was the hosiery. With pantyhose strictly forbidden Jennie's latex enclosed legs were covered with thick dark individual stockings, held up by a lacy garter belt. Near the ankle of each stocking was a small buttonhole; this allowed the ankle cuff D-ring to pock thru. This constituted all of Jennie's underclothes allowed by the school dress code.

Next, a deep blue pleated skirt. Fitted around Jennie's impressive eight-year-old hips it hung down to just below her knees. It was also one of the few items not modified.

Following the skirt, a blouse and jacket. The blouse was made of thick white material with a high collar to hid the latex underneath. Like the stockings the blouse had buttonholes at the waist and neck. These would accommodate the corset and collar D-rings. The jacket on the other hand, with its Coat of Arms on the pocket, was made of the same dark blue material as the skirt. Wearing the jacket covered up the fact that restraint rings were there ready for use.

For Jennie's latex and stocking covered feet, a pair of Mary Jane shoes with higher then average heels for an eight-year-old. Lastly, a pair of white gloves for her latex incased hands. This was it Meg finally had her daughter dressed to go to school, just one last thing to do.

Meg had wished she'd done this last night, with time short, but that was then and the school bus would e here soon. Jennie's hair needed to be braided to school standards. It had to have a French braid with a special strap woven in with it. The strap was measured against a student's hair length. At both ends were securely attached a heavy gauge ring. The hair needed to first be drawn up thru one of the rings to as high as it would go. Then the hair was braided with the strap woven into it. Once a completed the second ring would rest just beyond the end of the braid. It was used for many of the schools disciplinary exercises. Some five or so minutes later Meg had it done.

Meg's little slave was finally dressed. With a couple of minutes to wait before the bus arrived she sat back to admire what stood before her. It was a hassle sometimes to do this some mornings but it had its benefits. Normal public and private schools just couldn't offer the proper education that the Monasterium offered, an education of life long slavery.

From outside a honk of a horn. "There's your bus. Come along Little Slave."

"Yes, Mother-Mistress."