The young bride.

[cgraven]

I have left two costumes for my little pets to wear.

Jehanne’s is that of an innocent school girl the blouse impossibly tight, the skirt only covering her sweet sex, keen sock and low pumps, and school tie, in fact it is a very sexual copy of the one she was wearing the 1st time we met.

Angelique’s is quite different, I is made of latex, midnight black, thigh high boots that mold to her legs, a short skirt to mid thigh, a laced boostier that barely contains her ample breasts and a riding crop, a leash, collar and chain for Jehanne to wear.

There is also instructions for their hair. both to have French braids, Jehanne’s lose innocent, and Angelique’s tight sever.

I wait in my Study for them after having watched their tender afternoon on closed circuit video.

 

[Foxy Wench]

I unzip the garmet bag and am in awe of the clothes he has picked out for me. My hand runs over the latex, feeling its coolness beneath my hand.

I glance over at Jeh, seeing the shock in her eyes at seeing almost the exact uniform that we wore at school. I surpress a giggle, but instead put an arm around her.

"It's a game Jeh. He wants us to play a game with him." I smile, hoping to put her at ease. I know that is what she needs to get through this night, and the rest of her life.

I slide the skirt over my hips. The feeling of being hugged by it makes my pussy start to itch. The bustier laces tight, and I have Jeh pull it just a bit tighter, making my breasts heave every time I take a breath. The zipper of the boots make a wonderful "zip" noise as I pull it up my leg.

I smile, watching Jeh out of the corner of my eye as she dresses. She yanks at the blouse, exaspirated that it is just a bit too tight.

I giggle, and she glances at me. The smile on my face makes her bust out laughing.

 

[H'venlee]

I take out the clothes that remind me too much of the year spent in school. I glance over at Ange, her grin from ear to ear as she ooo's over her outfit.

She see me, puts an arm around me and says, "It's a game Jeh. He wants us to play a game with him." With that, she smiles and starts to dress.

I pull out the skirt, cursing about how short it seems. Barely enough material here to cover my backside. I shrug, and pull on the shirt. I have to inhale deeply just to get the buttons done.

Yanking at the edges of the blouse, I hear a giggle. I glance over at Ange, and the smile on her face makes me laugh.

"Can you imagine the look on Sister Cecilia's face if I had walked into class like this?" The tears of laughter stream down my cheeks as Ange lets out a howl of laughter.

We finish dressing, giggling the entire time. I braid her hair, and she does mine. All the time, we take turns mimicing the good Sister, "Non mes enfants, that 'tis not the way a lady acts...."

We hurried downstair, and tried hard to supress our giggles as we knocked on Jean's study door, waiting for the word to enter.

 

[cgraven]

Jehanne’s and Angelique’s suppressed giggles and laughter echo through the halls of the old Chateau and then there is a soft knock at my study’s door.

“Enter.”

 

[Foxy Wench]

I slip the leather collar around Jeh's neck, seeing the fear rising in her again. I hush her, smiling. "All will be well. It is just a game." I brush a wisp of hair away from her face and place a kiss on her cheek.

"Enter" is heard from behind the door. I grab the chain leash that is attached to the collar and offer her a small smile before placing my hand on the high polished knob and entering.

I walk in, loving the sound of my heels clicking on the floor. I watch Jean Claude's eyes, seeing that he likes the way the outfit looks on me. I grin back at him, not saying a word, but letting him look over his ladies as he wishes before giving us his instructions.

 

[H'venlee]

The collar feels tight on my neck, almost choking. I look frantically at Ange, begging her to take it off.

"Shhhhh, all will be well. It is just a game." She shows me a smile, and I relax. Just a game.

I hear Jean call out for us to enter, and she opens the door. I can see him sitting behind his desk. I watch him, admiring the way he always looks so handsome.

Not a word is spoken as we strut up to stand before him. His eyes scan over her, taking in the heaving of her breasts, the sleekness of her body wrapped in the latex.

Then his gaze turns to me, and I see his eyes turn soft, making me remember the day we first met. I had been dressed quite similar to this, and he had taken my heart the moment I set eyes on him. I wondered if he thought the same.

I watched him, waiting for him to say something...anything.