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It started as a bet within myself, at least that was the lie I told myself. It started at the age of eighteen when I found a matching bra and thong in my laundry. My parents had gone on a vacation and left us in the care of a former crush of mine. The reason for the house sitter was my parents were local celebrity news anchors. We had received threats of kidnapping, so my parents asked a teacher who lived next door to us. She knew that I wanted to belong to her in every way possible.When I brought her her undergarments, she informed me that they were for me to wear the next day at school. I informed her that I had a basketball game that day and would have to change clothes. She told me that she at least expected me to wear the thong under my clothes and she would be checking before I left for school. She then slipped a silk nightgown over my arms and kissed me like a lover would.I went to bed and excitedly was looking forward to the next morning. She woke me up at 6 am and stood there as I slid the thong up my legs and then she proceeded to pull the thong up into between my butt crack. The effect was that it caused my clit as she Ankara escort called it to be pulled up against my butthole. She then used nail glue to lock the thong on my hips to keep it in place as she wanted. I asked her how I was to use the bathroom, and she told me that I would have to sit like a girl to pee after I moved the thong to the side. She then gave me a pair of women’s black suit pants that unless you looked real close were styled like men’s dress pants. She also gave me a white button blouse that once I had a tie on would not be so obvious. I asked her why I had to wear this outfit and she said, “If you want to be mine, you will wear it.”I should tell you what she looked like. She stood 5’7”, and had brunette hair that when down reached the small of her back. Her butt was a perfect round bubble that stretched her skirts or pants so you could bounce a quarter off it. Her breasts were 36D in size. She looked like a younger Elizabeth Hurley and she knew it. She never acted like she was better than others and that was why I had a crush on her.So I went to school that day in her clothes Ankara escort bayan and immediately got called into the office. The basketball coach and the principal were there and they didn’t look happy. My principal wanted to know how I had passed a test that everybody else in my class had failed. I told them that unlike everybody else I had studied and not gone to the party the night before the test. They wanted me to prove that I hadn’t cheated and so I had to retake it. They had me go to the study hall classroom that my crush was subbing for. It took me all of twenty-five minutes to complete and the principal graded it. She looked at the coach and showed him that I had passed it with one hundred percent. They told me to go home for the day until an hour before game time.As I had ridden in with my former babysitter, she had to drive me home. As soon as we were out of the parking lot, she made me remove the tie and unbutton the top three buttons. She announced that we were going to a boutique that she used for a bra fitting as my reward. I was so excited but nervous at the same time. “She Escort Ankara told me that we were going thru the back door so I wouldn’t be seen by other people. And if you do this for me, I promise you will get to be with me. I know that you have always had a crush on me.” I was surprised at the fact that she knew. “Okay, let’s get this over with before I can change my mind,” I told her.Once inside, the owner led us to the private fitting room usually reserved for her best customers. During the meeting, I signed a paper that said I was willing and able to give complete control to the staff of the store. My sitter and the owner chatted as her assistant began to measure me and had me bound to a bar that hung from the ceiling. I was cuffed in pink fur-lined handcuffs and the bar was raised until my toes were the only contact I had with the floor. The assistant then measured how high my heel was from the floor and she left. My sitter and the owner left at the same time as the assistant leaving me helplessly hanging from my wrists.The owner and the assistant were the only ones that returned to the room and informed me that my teacher had left to go back to the school. I asked in a rather breathless state as to what time it was. They said it was time for me to start experiencing the pain of being beautiful. They said, “If you don’t want to go thru with this, we will escort you to your home and let your house sitter know.”

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