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JENNIE - DRESSING FOR SCHOOL (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)
BY CREPUNDIA FORMATOR
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.
***
"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.
***
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."
The End