Don't Go Into The Woods

Prologue

I am standing here wearing a red plaid schoolgirl uniform skirt. It is so short that although I looked in the mirror before and couldn’t see my white satin panties I felt anyone looking at me could. My blouse is a white collared blouse typical of what you’d expect to see on a schoolgirl. But, the top buttons are opened lower enough to see a bit of my lacy black bra. The sleeves are three quarter length. White schoolgirl stockings with a lacy top (they must have come from an adult mail order house) rise up my smooth hairless legs like a snake crawling towards its prey.

Dramatizing my look is a properly powdered face, a thin black line on my eyelids and silver hoop earrings. This forms the backdrop for my “pretty in pink” lipstick and a fragrance one could only call “Girlie.”

I have no one but myself to thank for these items.

My nails are manicured as well as my toenails and of course they are ‘hot pink’. I didn’t pick these colors out but they were in my makeup kit.

My hair is a light auburn and over the past three months it has grown enough for many types of hairdos. Right now it’s in a ponytail with, you guessed it, a big pink bow attached to a scrunchie.

I’m wearing 5″ Stiletto heels that took me over a month to learn how to walk in. With them on I am about 5’8″ tall. My mind drifted as I looked at the foam pad with neck brace while Dick is fastening a red leather open mouth ring gag. He was explaining how I had learned how to stretch my body so my ass would be in the air while lying on the foam pad. And how ‘comforting’ the neckpiece would be. He laughed at the word ‘comforting’.

He had also rigged a couple of hoops through two eye hooks in the wall and said with my ankles wrapped in them it would help me stay in position and besides keeping my legs spread a bit they would also make holding my knees over my head an easier task. Of course this meant my ass would be facing up towards the ceiling.