Fetish Private School Starmoony by Metilanato

Fetish Private School Starmoony by Metilanato

A private school from 12 years old or older girls where fetishes are not only accepted, but strongly suggested. Two twins will discover the school with us.

A strange family

Two special twins move to a more special school where latex, bondage and other fetishes are permitted and compulsory.

“Mom, we’re home!” shouted Leila cheerfully, closing the front door of the cottage where she lived with her sister and parents.

With her there was also Lucy, the twin sister, quieter and quieter, both in her manner and voice. Both had both turned twelve years old several months earlier, and would soon start junior high school. Although they were Western-born, their parents had moved to Japan for over eleven years, following their father, who was in charge of public relations at the embassy. Helped by their mother Moriko, Japanese by birth, they had grown up merging as much as they could of the two different and sometimes opposing cultures, resulting in an extremely peculiar mix.

Both had taken from their mother their complexion, though slightly darker, their hair black, silky and very long, and their eyes almond-shaped, which allowed them to go almost unnoticed by those who, like many, did not know that they were half-western. From their father they had taken a slightly higher than average height, a love of outdoor sports and a passion for hamburgers.

But it was from both of them that they took what nobody knew: a passion for latex and bondage.

Their parents had met by chance at a party held in Tokyo almost years earlier. She had agreed to model for an alternative designer, he was enjoying an evening of eye-bathing with beautiful women wrapped in shiny rubber. It was perhaps an accident, or just luck for both of them, that while Moriko was parading on the catwalk, she slipped and literally fell into Henry’s arms. After two years, they were married, with a happy life and a wardrobe full of dresses, suits and latex masks, as well as many bondage items.

After the birth of the twins, apart from the first months, neither of them had given up their passions, so the two little ones had been used from the beginning to seeing their parents wearing suits, gloves, masks or special clothes. Their mother often breastfed them while gagged, or covered their faces with breath control masks.

When they moved to Japan, after an initial period of adaptation, they also resumed their fetishist practices in their new home, often taking advantage of the country’s more open culture towards special clothing, successfully trying to integrate their passions with cosplay or the like, often managing to go out in public in ways that would not have been possible in the rest of the world. So the two girls grew up, considering what excited their normal parents, learning not to talk about certain things, about their special secret. Soon they themselves asked to have little rubber dresses and other things, a desire immediately realized by their parents, thanks also to their mother’s talent for sewing and, specifically, for making clothes and accessories in latex for both her and her two girls.

“I’m in the kitchen, kids. Everything all right at the dance school?” replied the woman, 35 years old like her husband. Her voice sounded muffled.

“Yes, Mom, everything’s fine, thank you. Lucy’s looking good as usual!”

“I don’t… No, she didn’t. “Don’t make fun of me,” said her sister. Her voice was slightly harder than Leila’s.

The girls came into the kitchen. Their mother was preparing what looked like a plate of meat and vegetables, judging by the smell. As was often the case, she was locked in a shiny black latex jumpsuit, complete with gloves, high-heeled boots, and a corset that tightened her waist, almost making her look like the ladies of the old days. Only her eyes could be seen, the only part not covered by a mask in the same material as the suit. Her long black hair danced every time she moved her head, gathered in a high ponytail coming out of a reinforced hole on the mask. Small silver metal locks locked the zipper tabs and the corset, so that the woman could not free herself from what she was wearing, the keys being safe in the safe whose combination was known only to her husband and the twins, the first part to Lucy, the second part to Leila.

“You know she’s not fooling you, Lucy. “You’re extremely graceful and very much inclined to dance, both classical and modern, even though you know I adore you when you perform with your dance schoolmates in traditional dances.” Said the woman, a smile visible even beneath the shiny black membrane that covered her mouth and activated her voice. “Now take a bath, I knew you’d come and I’ve already prepared it. The water should be warm enough. Wash, change and relax before dinner.”

“All right. Did you hear Daddy? How is he?” asked Leila, who, like her sister, had approached her mother and hugged her, smiling when she heard a faint buzzing sound coming from the woman’s crotch.

“He’s fine, but he’ll be late again tonight, coming home after you’ve gone to bed.” she replied, stroking the girls’ hair with her gloved hand.

“Can we play with you before we go to bed?” Lucy asked.

“We shall see. Now go and wash yourselves.”

They obeyed and went to the bathroom.

“Do you think Mum has the controls on her egg?” Lucy asked her sister as they undressed.

“I don’t think so. Usually Dad usually has them, but I think he’s like the others, so we can possibly command it too if Dad gives us permission through the app.” replied the little girl, like her sister about 150 centimeters tall and with a hint of breasts typical of their age.

Leila undressed completely, showing her naked body, completely hairless and hairless, including the perfect little vagina that she had recently started shaving on her mother’s advice. Lucy watched her sister enter the bathtub, but she remained bra and panties, as hesitant.

“Come on in, you know I’m not interested…” she smiled sweetly.

She nodded slowly and removed her underwear, showing that she had no breasts and that the bra was slightly padded to simulate her sister’s development. But it was what Lucy feared most between her legs. Once the panties were removed, a small, perfectly formed dick slowly moved from the compression position that the specially created panties imposed on the testicles and penis, giving the perfect impression that she was really a baby and not, as she was in fact, a child.

Lucy was actually the name Luke had chosen several years earlier when he realized he didn’t like himself in the body he had. So his parents helped him, asking psychologists and luminaries to help him understand if it was a phase or if there was something deeper. Having received unanimous opinion that the child actually wanted to be a girl, but not being able to operate on him yet, they allowed him to create a new identity for himself, Leila’s homozygous twin sister. Luke disappeared, Leila’s heterozygous twin brother disappeared and Lucy appeared. Lucy showed up the first day at school and no one, not even the teachers or her classmates, ever imagined that she was actually a he.

“You don’t care, but I can’t deny that I’m starting to have some trouble with him…” Lucy said, showing how being in the same room with her sister, both naked, was making him react.

His penis was getting longer and bigger, not a real erection, but enough to show that his sister was also beautiful in a sexual way. Leila bit her lower lip slightly, looking at Lucy’s dick, and moved to gently caress her brother’s shoulders and neck when he entered the bathtub full of hot, foaming water.

“We’ll figure something out. You know, it looks like Dad’s.”

Lucy blushed. She would never admit it, but on the one hand she was jealous of her father’s male organ and on the other she had begun to desire it.

“I don’t… I mean, he…” stammered Lucy, as they washed each other as they were used to doing.

“I can tell you a secret, but you must swear you’ll never tell anyone, not even your mother under torture.” said Leila, coming down with her hands to caress her brother’s life, even if it was a sister with a pea, a futanari.

Lucy simply nodded.

“I’m jealous of Mommy.”

“What?” Lucy almost shouted. “What do you mean? That you would…”

The sister nodded, blushing.

Lucy sighed, then smiled.

“So did I.”

They both laughed as Leila’s hands descended on her sister’s small, slightly excited penis, touching it, feeling it react.

“Leila, I don’t think…”

“Don’t worry, I saw on the internet that nothing happens if we play, if we find out how it works between us.”

Lucy breathed deeply, so she seemed to nod and caress her sister on her shoulders, carrying her closer to her, while her dick got hard and long as she didn’t think it was possible, even if still not suitable to say adult. He wheezed, and gently moved his hands on his sister’s vagina, touching her gently, sticking his finger just inside the slit, looking for that little button that mummy called clitoris and that daddy loved to touch. He seemed to find it, even Leila gasped and looked at her sister with love, their faces came closer, until their lips touched and the first kiss was triggered full of sexual tension. More followed immediately, as their bodies grew closer and closer until they embraced each other in a strong embrace.

They did not know how long they remained in the bathroom kissing, without touching each other anymore, playing tongue against tongue in a new and fascinating dance for them.

“It’s ready, girls!” cried the mother from beyond the door, her voice still muffled by the rubber membrane that sealed her mouth.

The two of them became frightened and immediately split up, red in the face, as if they had been caught with their hands in the jam. They looked at each other for a moment then smiled embarrassed, then laughed, hugging each other for the last time before coming out of the bathroom, drying themselves and taking two pink rubber sleeveless leotards. They were identical, except for the padding on the crotch and the breasts of Lucy’s, so that after they put them on and polished each other, they were identical again. They left their hair loose and went to their room to get some short shorts and a short-sleeved T-shirt, both in green rubber. All their clothes had been cut and glued by their mother, made to measure, and they loved them so much that they almost couldn’t stand the cotton and other fabrics they had to use at school. They also took stockings above the knee and gloves under the elbow in black rubber, polishing each other until they were almost mirrors, then they went down to eat.

“You’re beautiful, my little girls, and start making little women out of you,” said their mother with happy, loving eyes. “I promised Daddy I’d wait to tell you, I can’t. I have a surprise for you.”

“What mommy?” they both asked excitedly, jumping up and jumping around mommy.

She smiled under her mask and then breathed in before she spoke.

“They accepted our application to send you to Starmoony International Private School. You’ll start there in September.”

The girls watched her for a few seconds in silence, then started screaming with joy and hopping around the kitchen.

A strange uniform

Both Leila and Lucy had read and reread the letter from Starmoony International Private School, commonly called “Shiny school”, over and over again. By now they had learned it by heart, and yet they still didn’t believe it. They had been admitted to the most prestigious and controversial private school in the country, probably in the whole world, although there were several branches around the world.

The father had sent the application without telling them anything, in agreement with the mother. She had tried to get into Starmoony, but for various reasons it had not been possible, so somehow what was happening to her two girls was an even greater satisfaction for her.

“But what I will do, Daddy?” Lucy asked one night while the four of them were relaxing in the living room.

“What do you mean, love?” asked her father, sitting in a comfortable armchair watching television, Leila’s little body on his knees, wrapped, like her sister’s, in a dozen layers of cling film and duct tape, both see-through, only her head not covered by the shiny, creaky cover. Her arms were bent over her chest like those of mummies, making the girls totally helpless, but at the same time protected and relaxed. “What you mean with what you’re going to do?”

Lucy breathed in as much as she could before she spoke, winning for a second the tight plastic that locked her in, although, compared to her sister, her crotch could see a faint swelling where her penis had stretched out, excited. Every movement was for the child a sweet pain that she didn’t understand in part, being still a virgin.

“I am a… a… a male, and Starmoony is for females only. They won’t want me,” she finally said, sadly.

The mother smiled, lying beside Lucy on the couch. She occupied the long part of the couch, Lucy the short part of the “L” shaped couch. Moriko, unlike the girls, was not wrapped in plastic, but in a thick rubber suit that made her look as perfect as she was helpless. Her legs were wrapped and sealed by a 1 millimeter thick latex tail that reproduced the scales and colors of a mermaid, while her torso was covered with flesh-colored rubber and a fake bra made of plastic shells. Her hands, apparently free, were actually stuffed into mittens that had taken away any movement of her fingers and wrist. A faint noise could be heard clearly in her groin, a sign of the radio-controlled vibrator that had been stuck in her pussy for hours, not so much to give her an orgasm, but enough to make her pleasantly aroused.

“My love, at Starmoony they know that you have a pleasant and wonderful particularity, even if you don’t like it at the moment. You wouldn’t be the only one like you there, they’ve assured us that they have several girls and teenagers like you. They’ve already proposed a solution to make you feel like a real woman.”

“Really?” asked Lucy smiling, looking at her mother with sweet, dreamy eyes.

“Yes,” replied the father, continuing to caress Leila, concentrating on her small breasts, watching the baby close her eyes and gasp from her mouth. “Both you and your sister will have their uniform, but what it shows is only the outer layer. Each of you will each be a prisoner of her own uniform as long as we or your professors decide. And you certainly won’t be able to have any more fun in the bathroom touching each other, though don’t worry we’ll start anal training so you can relax and discover new unsuspected pleasures.”

“What do you mean by anal training, Dad?” Leila asked, panting deeper and faster, clearly excited.

“You see, baby, all girls, whether they’re your age or older, if they attend Starmoony International Private School must wear a chastity belt and a chastity bra made of a special plastic material that is very light, yet as strong as steel and totally break-proof. So as long as you are enrolled in the school, no boy or girl can give you sexual pleasure. Only the teachers or us parents.”

“You… or the teachers?” continued the little girl, visibly excited by the movements of her father, who wore a full black shiny rubber suit that wrapped him like a second skin, showing only his mouth and eyes, wrapping his penis in a condom like sheath that at that moment showed how excited he was at the sight of his wife and daughters wrapped and forced by bondage.

“That’s right. Chastity belts will have anal stimulators that over time will teach you to enjoy from that hole. So both you and your sister Lucy will be on the same level, and when you’re older, if you want, I will do with you what I do with your mother.”

The girls were visibly happy and smiled joyfully.

“I think we can get them to try on the uniforms tomorrow, so they’ll get used to it.” Moriko said as she began to pant, thanks to the remote control that her husband had set on a value that would cause the wife to have an orgasm within minutes.

“You’re right dear. Now I think we’ll finish watching you have an orgasm, then we’ll watch the movie and I’ll put the girls to bed and finish wrapping them so they’ll fall asleep suffocating, then you and I will have fun…” he smiled as he massaged his penis wrapped in rubber, hot and throbbing as it was so turgid. “But tomorrow morning after breakfast they’ll try on the summer uniforms we were given. The rest will be provided to us after school starts.”

The woman could only wheeze and begin to tremble, while Lucy, beside her, bit her horny lip, her penis almost ready to explode, a strange sensation she didn’t understand, but which gave her immense pleasure. This pleasure became overwhelming when she was put to bed. So, for the first time Lucy ejaculated, still wrapped in plastic wrap. Her face, like the little sister next to her, sealed in various plastic layers that stole her air until she fainted.

The next morning, freed from their warm and sweaty shells and after a nice shower, the two girls went down to the kitchen, where their parents were waiting for them for a healthy breakfast. They noticed that, strangely enough, their mother did not have any bondage and that she was dressed yes in a rubber dress, but it was very light and comfortable, similar to women’s clothes of the ‘50. They had their green rubber outfit, gloves and stockings as usual. They ate in silence, their eyes fixed on the two cardboard boxes which were in plain sight on the floor and which showed the logo of the school they would be going to. After breakfast, their parents ordered them to undress completely and then split them up. Leila stayed with her father in the kitchen, Lucy went with her mother and one of the two school boxes in the main bedroom.

“Each one will get dressed but won’t see the end result of the other until the end, so it’ll be more fun.” the father explained.

The proposal was greeted with joy and soon the two girls began to dress. The mother took off several black plastic vacuum-packed bags, marked with numbers from one and going on.

“Well, first we have to put on your chastity bra,” she said to her daughter, who blushed when she touched her still masculine chest, but then she squinted for joy when she saw what was inside the black bag. There was a sort of plastic padded bra with rigid straps, so that once fastened and closed with a special magnetic closure, Lucy could boast breasts the same as her sister’s, if not slightly larger.

“Wow, that’s incredible. It’s so comfortable, too.”

“I’m glad, baby. Your sister’s is identical, only she’s got less padding so you’ll be twins in that too. Now comes the part that’s a little more complicated for you, which is your gorgeous little penis, which we’re going to have to make disappear.”

“You don’t know how much I like to think I won’t have it, even though…” she blushed. “It gives me such pleasure…”

The mother smiled and caressed the baby.

“I know, and you don’t have to be ashamed. I think it’s beautiful, and if I’m not mistaken, you felt what Dad felt yesterday.”

“I… it was strange, but pleasant. I don’t remember much, I was almost fainted already, but… it was nice.”

Her mother smiled at her, knelt down to look into her eyes and with her hand began to touch her small penis, quickly making it hard and pulsating.

“When you’re older, promise me that I can play with it…”

Lucy nodded, her eyes closed, panting, biting her lip for excitement, even though she suddenly felt like something was sticking in the hole of his penis and she opened her eyes wide, seeing that her mother was actually kindly sticking what looked like a transparent tube covered with lubricant inside her cock.

“Mommy what…”

“This my love, it’s called a catheter and you’re gonna need it to pee when you get your chastity belt up. Now do you feel your member getting soft? Better that way, I can bend it and hide it better in the chastity belt.”

Moriko finished inserting the long catheter, but not so long as to prevent the baby from peeing when she wanted to, even if only a few millimeters and she would become incontinent. By attaching a small pump, she slightly inflated the catheter and especially the balloon that would block it to the right place with sterile water, so Lucy couldn’t take it out. The tube protruded several centimeters and soon the child understood why. The mother took panties made of the same material as the chastity bra, internally molded to tighten and lock her testicles and dick down, hiding them both between her legs, squeezed towards the asshole, making all hints that Lucy was Luke to disappear completely. The catheter tube was inserted into a guide inside the rigid plastic underwear, and stuck in a special hole that coincided with the pee hole position as if she was a real baby. Once locked, the chastity panties had totally transformed the girl’s groin, making it rigid and shiny. Lucy laughed, laughed with joy as she touched the front and felt nothing.

“I’m a real girl, that’s wonderful, Mommy!” she jumped up and hugged her mother.

“I’m happy, my love, but we have to get dressed.”

The little girl nodded and helped by her mother wore another of the objects contained in the envelopes: a flesh-colored rubber suit that perfectly reproduced her skin complexion and shade, covering her completely, leaving only the oval of her face free. It had no opening, it went in and out of her neck. The suit had gloves with fake nails, which her mother explained were suitable to put on nail polish, and socks with individual toes, also with fake nail polish.

“It’s thick, mom…”

“I know, my love, about twice as thick as a normal jumpsuit, about 1 millimeter, but you’ll soon get used to it.” stroked her as she slipped on white rubber panties, a small, always white rubber bra and 0.8mm thick, white rubber socks below the knee like the jumpsuit. White gloves under the elbow, tight enough to use a lot of lubricant, were added to the gloves that already sealed the girl’s fingers, who showed a red and sweaty face, but smiled.

The uniform, in royal blue and metallic green tones, was similar to the Japanese ones, but the skirt was long up to the ankles, more similar to the Victorian ones, and the long sleeves were puffed up to the elbow, then tightened and became a third tight layer up to Lucy’s wrist. Glossy black rubber boots with two inches of heel and a black scarf around the sailor’s neck completed it all.

“I don’t know if I can last all day like this mom, it’s really hot and I’m gonna have a hard time moving…”

“Do you want me to take it off?”

“Absolutely not. It’s weird, but I like it, and I feel a nice weird pain in my groin when my dick tries to get long but it can’t.”

The mother nodded and took the last thing, the last accessory that would complete the uniform. It was a mask. It resembled kigurumi, with big manga eyes and a sweet smile on the face. It was an exact copy of Lucy’s face, with her long black hair too, but it was made of the same plastic as her bra and panties, in two parts that closed tightly over her head and neck, limiting them but not preventing her from moving her neck, hiding any kind of expression and certainly narrowing her field of vision.

The mother closed it over her daughter’s head, who found herself breathing warm and slightly stale air after a short time, a sensation she loved and that was added to the heat and the strong smell of rubber that covered the inside of the mask enveloping her face. She finally looked at herself in the mirror and, unable to speak because of the emotion, Lucy could only turn around and embrace Moriko tightly.

“Thank you mother, I’m beautiful,” she said in a muffled voice from the mask.

“You always are, but you’ll make the boys’ heads spin.”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

“Trust me, that’s why you have chastity belts on.”

She laughed and moved to the kitchen, where she hugged her twin sister, dressed exactly like her. They were so much clones of each other that if they didn’t talk or move, even their parents couldn’t tell who was who. It was only at the end of the day that Moriko and her husband persuaded the girls to at least take off their mask and uniform before going to bed, happy the girls didn’t had any problem having on their skin the special reinforced, engineered rubber they will soon start to call skin.

A strange school

The big day had arrived. Their first day at school. They were so excited that they had woken up about an hour before they woke up, and after getting their parents out of bed, they had had breakfast and got dressed, helped by their mom and dad. They were now used to the chastity bra and chastity panties, so they were quiet and happy to be sealed inside their uniform and mask. The backpacks, with the special tablet inside that was all the school asked to bring, were ready.

“But why do we have to carry a whole backpack for one simple thing?” asked Leila with her voice muffled by the mask, already panting, given the strangely hot day.

“You’ll soon find out. Let’s say this school doesn’t just have special uniforms. There are also special punishments, homework and bonuses for those who are particularly good. These bonuses and more, you’ll have to take them with you in the folder, or on you, or sometimes inside you.”

“Inside of…” She started repeating Lucy, so she froze and surely grabbed her eyes under the rigid plastic mask that, like her sister, sealed her face allowing her to see only in front of her and to speak not very well, so tight and thick. “You mean they could be using things inside us?”

The mother nodded. “That’s right. We’ve mentioned this to you the last few days, do you remember? Among the things to study, besides classical subjects, there are subjects more suitable for you, like gagging, anal training, breathplay, bondage history and things like that. You will see that you will have a lot of fun and you can be sure that daddy and I will do everything we can to help you. We’re sure you’ll get the best in every grade in every subject.”

The girls nodded and looked at each other for a second, then hugged their parents and walked out to the private bus stop they knew would take them to school. A school employee got off the long black bus. He was a massive, dark-dressed man in an elegant suit that reminded the girls of the bodyguards of the divas they saw on television. With his smartphone he checked their uniform, where on their chest, on the place of what would be their real breasts in the future, there was a small symbol, a sort of QR code. The app installed on the phone recorded their presence, including their name, time, place and giving information to the guardian if the students had bonuses or malus. Obviously being the first day they didn’t have any bonuses or malus. With a sweet smile, which contrasted with the massive, muscular body, he made them sit on the bus with mirrored windows, so no one could see inside. The vehicle was almost full, students from twelve to eighteen years old were sitting neatly on the four rows of seats. All dressed in school uniforms, although the older students had a different, more adult uniform and some of them seemed to be wearing bondage items. Lila saw a girl probably a senior with her hands hidden behind her back. From the position of her shoulders she imagined she had an armbinder. Another one, two rows behind, was wearing a hobbleskirt so tight and thick that the two legs almost seemed to be glued together in a mermaid tail, from which shiny black ballet boots popped out.

“Did you see that?” Lucy asked Leila, who nodded as much as she could. “They’re beautiful.”

“You’re right.” replied her sister, sitting so close to her on the side of the window.

The clerk fastened the seatbelt, the one that fastened the waist, but the girls saw that three more belts were provided: one around the forehead to lock the head, one just below the knees, and one at the ankles. When the man had finished, neither one of them could move, only to look straight ahead and speak to his sister.

“Luckily I have a chastity belt, or my skirt would have quite a bulge,” Lucy told her.

Leila giggled.

“I guess. I’m very excited too. If this is the beginning, it’s a wonderful school beyond my dreams.”

“You’re absolutely right. Now we’ll just have to wait and see what the teachers are like.”

The bus stopped at other times, getting other students on it, some of them definitely in bondage. One in particular was driven by the man dressed in black as if she were blind. The moaning coming from her mask and the way she moved, as if she couldn’t support herself with her legs, let the two girls imagine that she was gagged and, somehow, something inside her vagina was tormenting her in a sweet way, because it resembled what their mummy did when daddy put eggs that vibrated both in her vagina and in her bottom.

“Wow, who knows if we’re gonna end up like her too. She only looks like she’s a year or two older than us.”

“I don’t know, Lucy. I get the feeling she’s not doing so well at school and they’re punishing her.”

“You think so?” asked the child, not sure, as she clearly felt a desire to be like her, a desire that pressed into her chastity belt blocking her small but perfectly functioning penis.

They finally arrived at the school, a large, modern building that housed the classes of girls aged twelve to eighteen. The bus stopped, parking next to others, maybe a dozen, all the same, all black. The girls got out, following the directions of other officials dressed as the gentleman who had made them sit on the bus and freed them. Leila and Lucy were put in a row of other girls their own age.

“Now we will call your names. Please go to the person who called you, so that we can divide up the classes and you will be given the code of recognition.” said one of the men aloud, in an authoritative but gentle tone.

After a few minutes, the twins found themselves in the same class, along with twenty-two other girls. They were all dressed like them, none of them seemed to have any change in their uniforms. When they were called, the gentleman who had called them had used a strange device similar to a scanner for supermarket products, but instead of reading a code, the laser had etched it into the rubber of the chest, warming it up as much as they felt it, but without pain.

“Well, you’re section B-1. I will now escort you to your classroom, where the first teacher will arrive. You are a mixed class, there are ten males among you. It will be useful in the following years.” Said the man, indicating the direction to take.

All the girls and boys moved, following him in polite silence in a row of two, the twins holding gloved hands, but soon the other couples took the gloved hand and exchanged names. The class was relatively small, considering that it had no desks, but only twenty-four chairs with a small removable support. A tall chair, similar to those in bars, was placed near a large screen that was currently off. at the bottom of the room there was a sort of metal foil, as if it were a safe or something similar.

“Sit wherever you like and place the tablet on the chair, connecting it to the charging and data exchange socket present. That’s all you’ll need right now. Good day.” said the man, closing the door.

“Good day!” replied the girls in chorus, obeying what they had been told.

No one had obviously noticed that some hidden cameras in the upper corners of the room were filming who obeyed and who didn’t. When all the girls sat down in an orderly fashion, nothing happened. The minutes passed. The girls started chatting to each other, beginning to split their names and other little information. Leila and Lucy were close, and next to them were two children like Lucy, both used to being girls from the beginning of their lives, because their parents wanted one. Behind and in front of them were other children. One of them thought they knew her by her last name, but they said nothing, waiting to tell their parents.

“So you’re Lucy, but you were named Luke at birth?” asked one of the children in disguise, black hair and slightly curly, or rather, the mask was like this.

“That’s right. You were born a boy, but they named you Ami right away?”

“Yes. My parents always wanted a girl, but since they were two boys, they couldn’t have one. They managed to have me, although I don’t remember how exactly, something with money and stuff.”

“Do you have two dads?”

“No, Leila. I have a mommy and a daddy, but mommy has a penis like me. She’s very kind, she has shiny skin and her face is like the mask we wear. When she goes shopping she puts on a latex lifelike mask, but she doesn’t like it, because she can hardly breathe, she says.”

“Wow, she must be beautiful. Mama’s a girl like me, but she’s often shiny too. Daddy loves gum and so do we, so hopefully soon we’ll only be able to wear that one.” said Leila, but before she could continue, their first teacher entered the classroom.

All the girls turned to stare at her, as the silence fell. She was a beautiful woman, though not an inch of skin was visible. She wore a beautiful rigid and shiny plastic mask, with silky black hair, gathered in a long ponytail. The coconuts were green and fixed, part of the mask, the smile was sweet, barely hinted at. She was dressed in an elegant suit, in shades of dark red and black, a blouse with a side neck, a jacket and a long hobble skirt that almost completely concealed her high heels and limited her movements to small, uncertain steps. The latex that formed the dress looked extremely thick, as thick and tight was the corset that the woman was wearing and that seemed to cover from above the breasts to the thighs, so that the girls imagined their teacher could not sit down. That explained the type of chair for the teacher.

“Good morning, students. “I know you’re obedient and won’t make trouble. I am Professor Yamada.” she said. The voice came not so much from her mouth, but from speakers scattered throughout the room, so that everyone could hear it clearly.

“Good morning, Professor Yamada.” said the girls and boys in chorus.

She mentioned a stiff bow from her corset.

“Now I’ll start explaining some of the rules and we’ll have our first lesson. Other teachers will take turns. We’re just teachers, like you’re just students. I’m sure you’ll be fine here and make your parents happy. Now you’ll see on your tablets what you’ll see on this board. Answer when you’re asked questions. Any answers will contribute to your class scores, which will lead to punishments or bonuses. If you want to ask questions, press the button with the question mark in the top right corner. I will answer as soon as I can.”

All the girls nodded and started to follow the lesson on the screen, while the teacher explained slightly breathlessly because of the thick latex and corset. Lucy wondered if Professor Yamada was a male professor, considering what she had said about being all girls, as they were all students, but some of them were boys.

A strange task

When the two girls entered the house on their way back from school in the early afternoon, they were strangely silent. The mother only noticed them because she heard the door close and the two backpacks, normally empty except for the tablets, being placed on the floor.

“My girls, are you home?” he asked, trying not to let a certain apprehension show in his voice.

Leila and Lucy entered the kitchen, where she sat comfortably drinking tea. Like them, her mother was also dressed in rubber, but if they wore the school uniform, she was dressed in a comfortable black jumpsuit with white details, similar to those of Adidas, with a long zip in the front and a hood currently resting on the back. They embraced her without making a sound, their stiff masks covering their faces, probably sweaty and hot after almost eight hours locked in their masks.

“How come you don’t speak? Are you playing a joke on me?” she asked, patting them on the mask.

They shook their heads as if to say no, and Lucy moved to the entrance, taking the tablet from her backpack, clumsily using her thick rubber gloved hands. She showed it to her mother, who read and smiled.

“So you can’t talk because they gave you the first task. Until tomorrow morning, you are totally gagged, but you can take a thirty-minute break for dinner. Fine, I understand. I see that at the moment you simply have a piece of tape over your lips, but you have a lot of choices. Dad and I can imagine what’s best for you, but we’ll let you decide. I think you should also start practising for the task they have given you, which they will check in three days’ time.” she smiled, stroking the warm bodies of the twelve-year-old girls sealed in rubber, moving her hand under the long rubber skirt that reached to their ankles, touching the stiff plastic chastity belt of both Leyla and Lucy, her soon-to-be-born baby Luke, but who soon became and still is and feels like a little girl. Lucy moaned with pleasure as she felt her mother’s hand on the rigid plastic that trapped his small penis, preventing him from showing anyone that he was a boy. By now, he was so used to having the belt sealing him in that he hated the rare moments when he had to remove it for cleaning purposes.

Leila groaned too, but for an opposite feeling. She loved and hated the chastity belt. She loved being helpless, being controlled by others, but at the same time she hated not being able to play with her wet little vagina, which, like Lucy, had recently discovered the pleasure of an orgasm.

Both did not move, allowing the mother to touch the rubber and plastic sealing the two girls, but looked at each other’s faces, immediately realising what the mother was talking about.

The afternoon, until dinner time, they spent it in their uniforms, taking nothing off, not even the masks. They couldn’t, their mother had the only key to the house, and she refused to use it, saying that they had to get used to the uniforms and masks more and more anyway, since, as the girls themselves had told her, there were some final year students who didn’t take anything off their uniforms for days on end.

“So the sooner you learn to live in your uniforms, the better. The rubber catsuit you wear is already made in such a way that it can withstand even weeks of continuous use, so I think one of your goals by the end of the year is to take off the uniform only on weekends.”

The two girls trembled, partly out of fear, partly out of excitement at being stuck in their clothes for so long, or even in the clothes of later years, which they had discovered were thicker, tighter and much more constraining, so much so that they were almost like bondage clothes that could be used in public. It was only when their father returned from work and changed into his black catsuit with gloves and mask that their mother unlocked the stiff plastic face and gently removed the black PVC tape sealing their pretty little lips. Despite more than twelve hours in contact with wet skin, the tape was still perfectly adherent, thanks to a special adhesive developed by the school in collaboration with a research institute that also took care of the rest of the rubber on their clothes.

“Are you OK?” he asked gently, stroking their sweaty faces.

“Thanks mum!” they said almost in chorus, smiling happily. “We are hungry, trust me, and we would like to ask you something. We decided earlier to write to each other since we couldn’t talk. We would like each of you to choose our gag. Dad should choose it for me, while you choose it for Leila.” said Lucy, then paused, looked down as if embarrassed. “I would also like Dad to help me with the task you mentioned. I want to be very good at it and be able to satisfy Daddy with my one little hole as soon as possible.”

The mother smiled, and the father stroked her head. “You know you are always perfect, like your sister, my love. I will help you already from tonight, and you will see that when you have to show your homework you will be great. Leila, do you want to start the training too?”

The child nodded, smiling. “Sure. Do you think I can also do that… in front? I mean, if you can train the ass, will you be able to do the same with the vagina?” she asked hopefully.

“I don’t know love. We avoid, given your still young age, playing too much with your vagina. We have your other little hole, and then you know that, as parents, we prefer you schoolgirls to stay with the chastity belt at all times. You can do your business, and we can do our homework by accessing your little asshole, but no funny touches in front, for either of you. We know you would never do it if we told you, if we forbade it, but better to be safe. Now, so let’s eat, which mummy has made a fabulous smelling roast, and then we’ll start the training and the task. You still have 27 minutes of free speech, let’s use it.” He laughed and they with him.

They ate quickly, but chatted, nonetheless, and when it was only a few minutes before the end of the period specified by the school for talking, the parents stood up and smiled at them. “Brush your teeth while we look for gags.” They said. The girls immediately did as requested, their bodies warm and aroused under the gum, but froze when, having come out of the bathroom, they saw Mom and Dad in the living room with the same kind of gag.

“Dad… are we really going to have that?” asked Lucy, approaching her father and looking at the long, thick, black rubber penis gag waiting for her. It was a rectangular panel that would cover the lower part of her face, with a long, soft rubber dildo that could have been perfectly that of a grown man.

“Exactly. Both of you. It seems fair that you start with the same gag, then each of you will perhaps develop different preferences.”

“It looks real. I mean, Dad, it looks like yours when it’s in the catsuit.” Said Lucy, stroking him.

“Do you want to see if it is?” he asked, sitting down on the armchair, wide-legged, and slowly lowering the zip at the front, showing an erect cock covered in black rubber slightly larger than the gag dildo. Leila licked her lips, seen by her mother, who smiled at her. “If you’d like, you can try it, but just a little lick each.”

The girls didn’t let him tell them twice, and first Leila and then Lucy swallowed their father’s member slowly but to the base, moaning and feeling how their tongues and small lips drove him crazy with pleasure. As soon as they detached themselves from him, first one and then the other, their mother gently slipped the long dildos into their mouths, rendering them mute and making them feel what a gag reflex is all about. They looked at her with big, shining eyes, then hugged her tightly, indicating that they were quiet and content. Soon the mask was closed over their faces and the evening passed quietly and surely silent, except when, shortly after the girls fell asleep on the couch, the wife took a long and gentle look at her husband’s cock.