A pair of scissors.

She quickly check me before letting me remove my only clothes in front of my two astounded other classmates and begin to cut away.

"Don't worry about those two I own their ass, quite literally. I have worse shit over their head than your littke picture. Show her!" She barks at them as she artuflly remove the sleeves from my t-shirt.

Josh and Diana interrupted in their selfish enjoyment of my humiliation are now red faced. They both start removing their pants exposing...

Diana is wearing a metal and leather pair of panties with a hole over her ass leeting the bottom end of a vibrator visible.

Josh has a very small metalic cage made of thick wire around his dick and circling around his balls, a small chain leads between his ass cheeks ( could it lead to another butt plug).

"I found these two having sex in the backroom and made a nice video. Now they do all the real work on Saturdays, give me two-thirds of their pay and if they are very good bitches I let them cum by fucking a big black dildo in their ass, once a month or so." She tells, cutting the collar of my shirt leaving small straps and a deep cleavage.

I knew she she was a crazy, vindictive sadistic bitch, but to realise she is now an apprentice dominatrix with two slaves in chastity is a shock.

"Use this as a belt." She instructs me, giving me the collar of my shirt.

Her two slaves holding me she slips it up my head past my ass and squeeze is to my waist, a small band of white fabric with two rounded flaps on the sides.(from what she cut of the front and back)

She grabs the cut sleeves , slips them over my thighs and use smal stripes of cut fabric to link them through small holes to my improvised belt. I am now wearing a scandalous but smartly improvised garter belt, offering absolutely no covering to any part of importance and a true eye magnet to my exposed body.

I see that my shirt is now a risqué wife beater that I wouldn't even wear over a bra with my ass covered a normal day.

She is not finished, she cuts a big round hold in the front that will for sur expose the bottom ( and only that I hope) of my boobs and three oval shapes on the back. She adds 4 inch slits on the bottom on each sides and steps back to admire her work.

She hand it to me and i put it back careful not to rip the fragile cut fabric.

The outfit would look awesome if i was a model for an excentric designer, or a slutty cosplayer, or a stripper. A very short 'dress' with thin straps; a very deep cleavage, a belly hole to show some underboob and my navel, an almost exposed back and slits that open to over my waist with each steps. And a slutty and useless garter belt, as I have no tights to wear.

Only positive removing so much fabric make it stretch a little more, my red button is back under the thin part of fabric at the bottom ( as long as I don't move) and you could only see two third of my but from behind ( with peeps of my asshole with each steps.)

On Jessica's order Diana has started to tie my hair in a high pony tail using another bit of my shirt. And is now applying some over the top bright make up complete with scarlet lipstick that perfectly match the color of my clit.

"See those?" She points at the circle and three ovals of fabric. " I could use those to make you string panties. So I leave you the choice either go commando in your nice dress or get some panties, at a price..."

*Note from the author this chapter is dedicated to the astounding work of Adam Saaks, go check him out at http://adamsaaks.net/