Dealing with Nikki

In my tired state the night before, I'd put Nikki in my old, familiar Vice Principal office instead of the Andrea's old Principal office. It had been a mistake at the time, but with a full night's sleep to refresh my mind I saw it as a happy accident. Nikki would remain in my old office where she could be close by for me to use whenever I wished, but she wouldn't be a distraction to me or anyone visiting my office during work hours.

It wouldn't be ideal for my sexual plaything to be displayed in my office anyway, and that's all Nikki was, now. Carol served a proper office function. Nikki was just fuck meat.

I carried the box of things I'd gathered from Carol's apartment into the VP office. Nikki watched me wordlessly from her makeshift bed. That was good, if for no reason other than it had been my instruction to her to do so.

"Take off those clothes," I commanded as I set the box down on my desk. My attention went into the box as I deliberated between the latex catsuit and a very daring French maid uniform. Carol and Nikki weren't exactly the same size, but it was close enough for short notice. Nikki's tits would probably spill out of anything that fit the secretary, however.

I decided on the latex catsuit. It would stretch and squeeze where necessary to conform to Nikki's body, so fitting wouldn't be an issue. I lifted it from the box and turned to check on Nikki's progress.

To my delight, the girl proved she could be taught: she stood completely naked before me, as instructed, and didn't even try to cover herself with her arms. She trembled fearfully, though, which spoiled the moment for me a little.

"Good. I see your night on my floor helped you come to terms with your new situation."

She nodded sadly. "Yes, sir. I won't fight you anymore."

"Good. See that you don't. I can't be wasting all my time disciplining you." I thrust the catsuit at her, a long with a bottle of silicone-based lube. "Put this on. Get comfortable in it, this is what you're wearing today.

Her eyes widened in dismay but wisely, she said nothing. She simply turned the outfit over in her hands, looked a the bottle of lube, and said, "Okay."

"Very good."

I left her to her task and settled into my chair to review emails and prepare for my day's work. It would include moving into the Principal's office. And I would need to address the faculty and students regarding the need for changes to some policies in light of... recent events.

I typed some thoughts on the matter, glancing over at Nikki occasionally. She was dutifully struggling to dress herself in the catsuit, already having managed to pull it up to her mid thighs. Spreading a thin layer of the lube over her thighs, hips, and ass, she caught me staring and blushed furiously. With a small smile, I watched her work the material with some difficulty up over her hips and generous ass to her waist. There was a lot of shimmying and shifting involved to squeeze herself into the very tight, minimally stretchy material. After working her arms into the sleeves with little difficulty, all that was left was to zip up the back.

Nikki looked at me with a glimmer of something that looked almost like hope in her eyes. Was she expecting praise? I couldn't be sure, but one thing was sure, and that's that I was dying to see her properly done up. I crossed the room to her. With one hand on her shoulder, I turned her to face the wall and worked the zipper up to her neck. It took some doing. I had to use both hands to pull the material tight across her body and move the zipper inch by inch. It was a very tight fit, especially across the hips and bust, which she had in greater abundance than poor Carol.

When the process was finished, I stepped back to admire my prize. She was truly a sight to behold. The tight material magnified her curvaceous figure and gave her a sleek, exotic quality. Her curves were fluid and graceful. "Beautiful," I breathed, more to myself than to her.

Nikki smiled. "Thank you, sir. It's very tight."

"Nikki," I said.

"Yes, sir?"

"I don't want to hear another word out of your mouth. Not one word. I want you to be pleasing, not annoying."

She deflated, crestfallen, while I looked her over again and took some mental notes. She would need some shoes, and restraints... and a gag. A clear picture of what I was going to do with my sweet little Nikki had formed and I smiled.