Straps are a girl's best friend

“You need boobs for a schoolgirl outfit. I guess I have to take the other one. What is it?” Erin says as she makes her choice.

Alice comes over, pulls Erin off your lap and starts to show her the outfit, and how it goes on. You quickly remember when you got this. Alice wanted to try submissive role playing, and she picked it out. You did it once or twice, but she wasn’t too into it. But, you do remember that the outfit did two things – hid nothing and gave points to tie her hands. Erin quickly seems to realize this as well and tries to change to the school girl outfit, but the other girls wouldn’t let her.

"I'm having to wear this" Viv states, showing off her nearly naked body, even though she is giggling while doing it.

"You did ask for hard, this is it. Are you too afraid to show off your tiny boobies to your new lover boy?" Tina smirks.

Knowing that she has no way out, Erin gives in and asks for the outfit to head into bedroom to change.

“There’s no need for that, this covers nothing. We will get to see everything anyways. So might as well get dressed here were I can help. Plus, Jim will like the show.” Alice seems to be a lot firmer that normal, not asking but telling Erin what to do. Even though the two of them are both very petite, Alice almost seems to tower over the redhead.

Erin hesitates, but understands her fate, leans down to give you one last kiss, then starts to take her shirt off. One benefit of small boobs is no bra, so her nipples are instantly out, and already excited – probably from your kissing session but also from knowing that everyone is looking at them. Next her shorts and panties both hit the floor, nothing slow about this - something you might have to talk to her about in the future. Still, your view from the floor is amazing. Her ass is smooth, and you see that her lips are already wet.

Alice comes over and helps her pull the outfit on, one foot here, the other there. This goes around her waist, that behind her back. It doesn’t look like much of anything, but then Alice starts to tighten everything down. First a leather strap around her waist. Alice keeps pulling, first until it was flat against her skin, then telling Erin to suck in, she continues until it has given Erin a near hourglass shape, securing the buckle behind Erin’s back. Erin's eyes widen as she struggles to take a deep breath.

Next, Alice lines up the top over Erin’s small nipples - did she pinch her nipples as well? You couldn't really see, but do see that Alice wraps a the top piece, a leather collar attached to the outfit, around Erin's slim, white neck. Then repeats the “a bit too tight for comfort” on the top, then just tight enough for the collar. Erin looks amazing, her small, white, perky tits are being highlighted by the rough black leather. Alice's tightening of everything is pushing into Erin's flesh all over. The only thing that stands out is the pink nipples pointing straight out - asking to be sucked, licked, pinched or bitten. Basically, just screaming to be used.

When you think it is all finished, Alice grabs one more loose strap, and routes it from the center of the hourglass belt, down Erin's stomach, on top of her her lips, and back behind Erin. From the wiggle that Erin does, you assume Alice made sure it when right between her ass cheeks. During all of this, you notice a couple of things, Erin isn’t fighting anything of this, is doing exactly as she's is being told, plus she is clean shaved, and her breathing has shortened and sped up. Is she enjoying this?

“Hey sweetie, how tight do you want this” Alice asks you, as she tightens the strap on Erin’s harness, pulling it between Erin's lips, causing the young girl to continue to twitch and squirm. When you don't answer, but rather smile, Alice pulls it tighter.

“That’s enough, please, Miss Alice. It’s hurting” Erin starts to plea. Her first break since this all started.

“Seems she wants it a bit tighter. I think she likes it” You respond as you rub Erin’s thigh. Reassuring her that is this what you want for her.

“Yes sir. Happy to please. Just like this one will soon be.” Alice said as she went one more notch on the strap before locking it in place. “But, I did like you calling me Miss Alice." Alice continued, this time talking right to Erin. "If you ask me nicely, I’ll let you go back to being a love bird, I can tell how much you are enjoying my husband.” You can see Alice rub the strap between Erin’s lips, already getting slick with her juices.

“Thank you Miss Alice for dressing me. Please let me return to Mr. Jim’s lap, I belong there.” Erin says without any hesitation.

SMACK! The sound rings out as Alice’s hand connects with Erin’s exposed ass. A yelp comes from Erin's mouth, more from the surprise rather than a sign of pain.

“Good girl. But you will learn that he isn’t Mr Jim to you anymore. He’s Sir or Master. As long as you are dressed like this, you need to act like it. You understand that?” Alice, getting bolder and stronger with each word.

“Yes Miss Alice. Thank you for teaching me. Please release me to Master’s lap.” Erin's head drops, not even able to look Alice in the eyes anymore.

Alice lightly pats Erin on the ass, and presses down on her shoulders as a way to give her pleading girl permission. Erin needs no further encouragement and drops down to return to your lap.

She seems a bit happier as you wrap your arm around her, but also more on edge and jumpier than she's been all night. You figure that her beautiful little nipples have been teasing you long enough, and you lean forward and kiss one while you tweak the other with your hand. When you pull back from her nipple, you see her bite her lower lip as she keeps her composure. Not pulling away, almost pleading that you do more.

After about 15 seconds of you twisting her nipple gently, Erin can tell you aren’t planning on going further, at least not yet. “It’s my turn. Master, can you please let me spin.” Erin looks at you. This, her outfit, her body, her asking permission – all of it is getting your dick even harder than it has been in years. You nod, and lower your hand to explore her lower lips. She spreads her legs a bit more as she leans forward to pick up the bottle and spin it.

It stops facing you. She looks at you, struggling to keep still. You can see her thinking, but have no idea what she could possibly ask of you.

“Master. Would you rather…. Um, cum down my throat or in my pussy?”