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This is the classic fetish version of the Japanese schoolgirl uniform -- white sailor blouse, blue pleated skirt, red kerchief, and knee socks. I love it because it is so similar to my beloved Campfire Girl uniform. The fabric used for real uniforms is dull and lifeless, and of no interest to me. All it takes to light my fire is to imagine the same thing made of silk and worn without underwear. I don't know what Campfire Girl uniforms were made of, but when I was a boy I was convinced that some of the skirts were made of silk, because of their shiny surface and supple, fluid movement.
So, just what exactly are the little white balls we see spilling out of this girl's cunt? My guess is that she has been stuffed full of pearls. Let's see, what can I make of that?
She attends an all-girl school. I am the principle. I chose the uniforms, and went to great lengths to find fabric that feels wonderfully sensuous and ticklish against the skin, so much so that the girls all wear cotton camisoles, slips and panties to shield their bodies from its insidiously arousing touch.
Being the principle, I am responsible for punishing girls who misbehave. Punishment usually consists of requiring the offender to hand over one or more of her undergarments for a period of time proportionate to the severity of the offense, anywhere from an hour to all day. I suspect, but have never had any proof, that the girls use the same technique on each other as a form of hazing. No one would dress this way voluntarily because it is too much to bear for more than a few minutes, but it is also common knowledge that most of the girls find the feel of the silk against their bare skin highly arousing and masturbate this way as soon as they get home.
What you see here is a very special punishment, meted out to a very naughty girl. Not only did I require her to spend all day without the protection of her cotton underwear, I inserted twenty pearls inside her vagina and told her that at the end of the day she had to return to my office and give them back.
She soon discovered that with her every step the mass of pearls jiggled and wobbled inside her, pressing against her g-spot and the base of her clit. Walking was always hell without the protection of cotton underwear because of the way the pleats of the skirt tickled her ass and thighs, but stuffed full of pearls she quickly discovered that every few yards produced a little orgasm.
Here we see her in my office, giving me back my pearls. To get them out she has to contract her muscles, and each time one pops out she has an orgasm. Each orgasm builds upon the strength of the last, and now that she is almost done the release of each pearl makes her scream.
How's that for a fantasy?
Shifting to reality, I once talked a girlfriend into going to the movies wearing a pair of my favorite nylon jersey bell bottom pants, without underwear, and with her cunt full of balls. On a trip to Japan I had brought back some pachinko balls, which are made of steel plated with nickel or chrome, about the size of a pea. I think we put a half dozen inside her. There was very little danger of them falling out because the crotch of the pants fit so tight. She also wore a matching shell top, without a bra.
The movie theater was only a few blocks from our apartment, and walking was part of the plan. All the way there she kept giggling, which she told me was because of how weird the balls felt. It was also the first time she had worn this outfit outside, and just before we reached the theater she confessed that it felt really good. Throughout the movie I teased her by running my fingers lightly up and down her thigh and all around her waist, ribs and the underside of her breasts, trying to hold her at the edge of exploding with laughter.
When we got home she indulged me further by letting me tie her spread-eagled on the bed, still in that sexy nylon jersey outfit. I tickled her some more, pushing her enough to make her laugh but not enough to cause her to ask me to stop. After a bit of clit tickling, when she was near orgasm and ready to castrate me if I didn't let her come soon, I hauled out my trusty Hitachi Magic Wand and held it against the crotch of her pants. I expected instant nirvana, but instead she exploded with laughter first, then came quite explosively. Afterward she explained that the vibrator made the balls buzz inside her, and even though it did not actually feel ticklish she could not help laughing, just like when we were walking.
Sandy Beach
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