And the Kink Goes On

Juuni: School girl Fantasies


For most of the first couple of months nothing changed. During the week from Monday morning through Saturday afternoon, Kaiba treated me the same. Which is to say, he ignored me.
I didn’t care, and never expected anything outside of the status quo.
Then, one fine and bright Wednesday morning, I was walking through the front doors when I see Kaiba leaning against the wall inside of the front of the school.
I slowed down a little and as I reached him I heard his voice. It was smooth as spun silk and I was so mesmerized by him speaking that I forgot to listen to the actual words.
“Honda?” he said, waving his hand in front of my face.
“What? Huh?” I blurted as he leaned back and smirked.
“I asked you what size you wear?” he repeated and I stared at him for a moment.
Blurting out my sizes, I mentally listed what his possible needs were for this information. But I wouldn’t get a chance to ask, as Jounouchi came through the door and shoved between us.
“Hey, Moneybags. Don’t harass my buddy. Come on, Honda. What was he riding you about, anyway?” Jou said not giving either of us a chance to speak.
“He just . . . .” I said. And I watched Kaiba fade back as Jou herded me down the hall. The CEO’s face was filled with humor and a look of secret deviance.
“Jounouchi!” I said, pulling away.
“What?” the blond said, staring at me with his arms wide in entreaty.
“Damn, Jou. Kaiba wasn’t riding me about anything. The guy wanted to ask me something and now I won’t be able to find out what it was all about. Geez, Dude.” And I stomped away, leaving Jou to stare after me.

I had no deliveries on Saturday, so I was about to head over to the park. I noticed a limousine pull up in front of my apartment building.
The driver got out and opened the door and I looked in to see that it was empty. I looked back at the driver who handed me an envelope.
The paper was plain, but the message was very unique.

Honda,
If you are interested, I would like to speak with you about some things that have been on my mind lately.
Kaiba Seto.

I read the note and then folded it and put it back in the envelope before slipping it in my pocket. I looked up at the driver who seemed to be ignoring me.
I shrugged and slid into the car and as the driver closed the door he pointed to the seat next to me.
“Kaiba-san said That is for you and I have the security window closed.” And he shut the door and got into the front seat.
As the car started and rolled away from the curb, I picked up the package and pulled back the paper.
“Oh Fuck, No!” I said as I lifted out the clothing that was there and held it up. Another note fell to my lap from the folds.

Stop complaining and get dressed. The driver will continue to circle the park until you tap on the window three times. I am waiting. K

I read it and rolled my eyes, before taking off my jacket and shirt.
When I had shimmied out of my pants and figured out the more complicated parts of the costume, I folded up my clothes and added the second note to the first, than I rapped on the security window.
The car turned out of the park and aimed for its destination once more.
Luckily it was still warm out as I shifted on the leather seat and yet not too hot or my exposed legs would have stuck to the upholstery.
I nervously fidgeted with the dark blue tie that hung down at the base of the wide collar and managed to have it all messed up by the time the car entered the long driveway to the Kaiba home.
I was so busy trying to fix it that I didn’t have time to worry about how I was going to get from the car to the house.
The car came to a stop and the driver got out. I froze where I was, and was about to panic, when the door opened and Kaiba stood there.
“I’ve sent the chauffeur on a break. He’ll be back when you are ready to go home. Mokuba is spending the day with a friend. Bring those and come with me,” He said and I grabbed my things and carefully climbed out.
Kaiba had reached the door and turned, watching me hurry to catch up.
I was suddenly very self-conscious as I reached down to pull on the hem of the very short pleated navy blue skirt, attempting to close the distance between it and the thigh-high white sock that left a good four inches of skin exposed.
“Stop pulling at it and turn around,” he ordered and my hand froze.
Before I could move again, I spat out a quick. “I thought you said school uniforms weren’t your thing?”
Kaiba’s hand rose to indicate that I should start turning and I complied.
“Boy’s uniforms.” He said as I did a 360. “This is cute. Now, let’s go in.” and I stopped spinning to find him waiting with his arm out for me to take it.
We didn’t go to the dungeon or one of the upstairs rooms either. Instead, he led me to what was probably some kind of guest room.
It had the usual bed and dresser and a door that was open to expose a bathroom.
But this room had more.
On the other side, hung over the window was a large blackboard and in front of it were two desks, one large one with a wooden office chair behind it and the other was one of those kids desk from elementary school with the raise up lid to cover a well for books and stuff.
I put my clothes on the dresser and looked at Kaiba who stood in front of the desk and watched me.
“Put those in a drawer. I don’t want them distracting me. Until I say otherwise, you will address me as Sensei and I will call you, Chicako.”
I smiled and nodded, walking over to my desk and sliding into the seat.
“Yes, Sensei.” I said and he smiled back.
“Now for your lesson.’ He said picking up some chalk and a long poker.

My lesson consisted of sex ed and there was a test at the end. I was pretty sure that I was the model student and Kaiba seemed to agree as he dropped the poker on the large desk and walked up to me.
“Very good, Chicako. Now, let’s talk about what you’ve learned and how to apply it to your life,” he said with a very suggestive tone.
“Hai, Sensei.” I said deciding to play along.
“Do you have any questions for me?” he asked leaning against my desk.
“Oh, yes. About safe sex, Sensei. Do You always use protection?” I asked smiling up at him.
“That’s a very personal question, Chicako. My own life is not part of the lesson. Now, about your homework, I think you should research that subject. The next time we have class, you will tell me how many people you know that do or do not use protection while participating in such acts.” He said, standing and crossing to his desk.
“You want me to ask my friends about sex and condoms?” I said raising my voice and sliding out of the seat and standing next to it.
“Mmm, I think class is over, Chicako. Now for recess.” He said as he returned to me and reached up to hold my chin with two fingers. “It’s time to play.” He added and other hand rose to slip up the front of the blouse and pull me close.
“Recess?” I asked and his eyes twinkled.
“Maybe next time I will get you some make-up.” He said, pressing his lips to mine and I’m thinking ‘Oh, yeah. Make-up is so better than a riding crop.’

I found myself sprawled across the desk and my legs in the air. I held on to the sides as Ka- Sensei rid me of my panties and draped said legs over his shoulders. He had removed his shirt and was now working loose the fastenings to his pants as I shifted my calf over his shoulder and he looked at me.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Just wondering if those stockings felt anything like these socks.” I mused out loud.
“I’ve worn both. These are different. But you’ll just have to wait and see.” He informed me, and I stared blankly as he dropped his pants and reached into the drawer of the desk to bring out the visual aids from our lesson and began to unroll the condom over his turgid cock.
I lay my head back as he spread the gel liberally over my now exposed opening and began to press his finger in. I closed my eyes remembering the darkness of the hood he had used and the feeling of the fingers that had worked me that night.
Sensei pulled away his hand and pushed the blouse up, I opened my eyes to see him staring at me. “What?” I asked, feeling the color rise to my face.
“You have that on inside out, you know?” he said, fingering the article and locating the seam that was exposed.
“Well, I haven’t really had a lot of experience with them, and I was dressing in a moving vehicle. Do you want me to do it over, right now?” I asked, a little embarrassed by the look he was giving me.
“No. It’s kind of cute. And I don’t want to think about what experience you’ve had with them on either end. Right now you are My little schoolgirl and nothing else matters. Just do it right the next time, okay?” he said as his hand wove under the lace and his finger pinched the waiting nub. I couldn’t hold back the gasp it brought to my throat.
“Ah! Fine. Hey, Possessive much?” I asked as he pushed in and I lost the ability to form words.
The last coherent thought I had was of Kaiba smirking and answering with, “I thought that was well understood.” Before he pounded me into the desk.
I remember that the stapler hit the floor about the time I came and then I felt the weight of his body dropping over me. It was intense, but that was just what kept bringing me back, right?
He rose and lifted me to sit on the desk before pulling me to my feet and drawing me over to the bed. I followed obediently as he lay down and drew me behind him. Soon, I was snuggled under his chin on the top of the bedspread and we were drifting into a soft slumber. His hand was resting on my uncovered ass and his fingers were softly kneading my skin.
His last words before I felt sleep overtake me, filled my dreams. “A classroom should have more students, though.”
In dreams, I was in school and all of my friends were in their seats. Jou stared at me as I stood in front of the class dressed in a very revealing sailor outfit and fidgeted with the tie. I heard laughing and Kaiba's voice behind me scolding me.
“Don’t play with it, Chicako. Do your report.” And I turned to see him sitting at the desk completely naked and very hard, stroking himself as he stared at my satin-pantied ass where it showed under the very short skirt.
I started describing all of the various things that we sell through our catalog when he rose from the chair and I felt him reach out and grope my cock, pinching it slightly and when I looked down it seemed to be covered with something tight and cold.
I woke to see Kaiba kneeling between my legs and looking at me. I looked down and found something clear, plastic and confining, holding and enclosing my dick and balls.
“What?” I asked as he snapped a little padlock in place.
“Just a little gift for you. I will take it off when you come back next Saturday. Now, recess is over. Back to class.” He said and I looked back to see him smiling and holding my panties out to me.
“A Whole week?” I asked. “I can’t wear this for a whole week. What about going to the bathroom and what about Gym class?”
“It is made to wear for long stretches and will not inhibit your use of the facilities. As for Gym, you will have to figure out how to keep our little secret, won’t you?” and he left me to return to the classroom area.
I crawled off the bed noting that the item wasn’t uncomfortable in my lax state, but if I were to get excited, oh boy! I quickly yanked the panties back in place and returned to my seat.
The rest of the lesson involved him helping me with my homework and then, I was released to go home for the remainder of the weekend. I changed quickly and as I was leaving, Kaiba handed me the bag he had put the costume into.
“It’s for you. Take it home.” He said and I scowled, but complied.
Monday was going to be a challenge.
I now had to keep the secret of my job, how I spent my Saturdays, how many piercings I had and a chastity device.
Oh, for fuck sake. This was getting more difficult by the day.


::::Equal time. If Kaiba can dress as a Nurse, Honda can do schoolgirl. But how will he get through the next seven days with That on?
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