School uniforms? I HATE them, I mean absolutely passionately loath the things. Ask me about them outside of a kink context and you will literally see the steam of rage flow from my ears. I truly believe that they are all part of the Establishment’s agenda to make good little conformist consumerist citizens out of each generation. They are also part of a very lucrative and in my opinion corrupt industry that cost parents far more each year then they purport to save them. Both my children leave this house everyday wearing a school uniform and every single day I am sad about that however you are not here for my anti school uniform rant…. are you?
I have never worn a school uniform in my life, to school that is. I went to a tough London school, I was bullied and I hated school but the lack of school uniform was not related to either issue. I enjoyed wearing my own clothes, expressing myself in the way I desired, even if I wasn’t part of the ‘in’ crowd, rather than being forced to wear clothes that fit some perceived notion of correctness. Don’t worry I am not back on my school uniform rant, I am trying to show that I don’t have that history in my formative years informing my kink now. I wasn’t exploring my newly emerging sexual self whilst surrounded by other hormone infused teenagers bundled up in uniforms.
I think the first time I put on clothes that resembled a school uniform I was in my late 30’s. There was not much to it. Calling it a skirt would be generous, it was more like a tartan small handkerchief. I didn’t end up buying it but standing in front of the mirror I suddenly realised that the outfit made me feel incredibly sexy.
It wasn’t until I met @domsigns though that I really started to explore the hidden school girl within and now own a few outfits that are all a variation on a theme, short shirt, either tartan or pain black, white shirts, and of course the socks. I have both the knee-high white ones but my favourite and I am fairly sure his favourite too are the little frilly ankle socks and sometimes just to really complete the look a tie is required but this can be a double edge sword as it in variable ends up being used for other tying purposes.
Of course no school girl outfit is complete without the essential item and that is the plain white panties. There is something so suggestive about them, that odd juxtaposition between suggestion and innocence that can leave one feeling a little uncomfortable but then isn’t that part of why it is hot? Good girls are not meant to wear their skirt that short, good girls don’t act up, good girls don’t pull faces and make rude gestures, good girls don’t let boys see their panties, good girls don’t need to be punished by sir because they are good girls but then good girls are not as much fun as bad girls.
When I asked @domsigns what is about the school uniform that is so hot for him he replied that it is the suggestion of innocence that you know is not really the truth and the knowledge that this school girl exists for him to defile and corrupt.
For me the school uniform is an opportunity for me to be playful and mischievous. It always makes me want to play with those desires to be defiant, uncooperative and cheeky. I can stamp my feet, sulk, pout and generally be a little minx. It rarely ends well for the naughty bad girl but then I am not looking for a happy ending, unless you count bruises, tears and being covered in cum as happy ending that is. However more than all this what really makes this kink work me is his reaction to it. Like so many things the feedback loop between us is the key, when I wear those clothes it inspires evil dirty thoughts and ultimately deeds in him and that is a very powerful turn on to me. When I put a school uniform on and look in the mirror I feel sexy but when he walks into the room and I can see that look in his eyes suddenly there is a tension there between us that transforms that sexy feeling into something much more intense which sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine and as our eyes meet we both know that the game is on and no matter how much I enjoy pretending otherwise there will only be one winner and one very happy sore loser.