“School girl uniform…”

Tracy smiles broadly as he declares this. Janet blinks. “Why?”

“Oh come now Major. You recall all the pomp and ceremony that went with your rank. The tide of young men in dress uniform saluting you on parade.” She tilted her head. Confused. Tracy sighed. “I sat there beside you and watched as your ego over inflated. Again and again. Now you’ll need to unclench.”

Janet gasped as Tracy started to pull out the butt plug. The small woman’s eyes swam in their socket as she discovered firsthand that the catch with pulling a butt plug out is that, as opposed to putting it in, you must pull out the widest part first.

“Oh. There there little one, I promise to be gentle… this is a slow and delicate procedure.” He tugged and made her squirm like a fish on a hook. “Not that you ever cared about that with me… The problem is, by the time you want to pull a butt plug out, your sphincter has already clenched tight around the narrowest part and it’s almost **** to let go of it. It’s vital that you do not try to simply yank your little toy out with brute ****.”

Tracy unlaced her sleeve and gently slid it off her arms. Janet rolled her shoulders, naked breasts pressing out prettily, and clenched her small hands to restore circulation. She reached up to remove her collar but Tracy slapped her hands away. “No. You’re still mine to command pet. Now. Hand and sphincter must work in coordination in order to pull the plug out in the safest possible manner. You can do it pet.” He encouraged with a smirk.

Janet tried to push with her sphincter as she pulled the plug using the stem with her hand at the same time. At first seemed like nothing was moving. Her faced flushed with shame, her nipples hard as nails and her loins hot, wet and swollen she kept gently pulling on the bulbous plugs hilt with her hand while pushing with her tight little sphincter. Soon enough it started to slowly move out.

Tracy grew wistful. “I did love you in your uniform.” He voice grew short. “But I think you liked the power of your uniform more than you cared about me.” He took Janet’s emancipated butt plug and tossed it negligently aside, then started to dress the tiny Janet.

“So I think a new uniform is in order pet. I like this Asian school uniform you made me wear. It’s Japanese right. For a perfectly prim and proper girls school where they sought to install an appropriately demure and servile mindset. A sailor fuku - or is it fuck you? - uniform based on the 1920’s British Royal Navy uniform.”

There was no bra or panties but the uniform consisted of a short sleeved silk blouse attached with a sailor-style collar and a scandalously short (metric not imperial scandalous) pleated navy skirt. A pair of patent leather Mary Jane Shoes and loose cream knee high sock stockings finished off the outfit.

“Hurry up. I’ll let you shower but then you have to get dressed. You need some schooling ,” Tracy told Janet.

Janet obediently moved into the shower and washed the cum off her inner thighs and then turned it off and dried.

She put on the school girl uniform. She felt silly. She was over thirty years old but in this get up she looked barely legal. Her petite size didn’t help any.

Tracy tied the pink ribbon in the front in a bolo knot and laced the ribbon through a loop attached to the blouse. “All dressed up. Let’s go to the classroom shall we.”