I pulled on the rope again, and I could see how her feet were now pulled off the floor and that she was hanging on her arms. When I had done this, she...had let out a groan."Are you okay?" I asked. "Do I need to stop?" No, no, it's fine," she said, but I could hear some strain in her voice. "Go on, pull my legs open."It seemed like she was fine with it, so I pulled on the rope again and made her legs go open even further and when her feet were pointing to the two sides of the room, she said,. It had a V-shaped slit from the collar on down towards my belly button, which showed my chest between my boobs, and even a hint of bulge on each side. The boat-neck collar at the top would echo my black leather dog collar, emphasizing it.Below the waist, it transitioned from black to a creamy white, with the upper and lower sections separated by oversized flowers printed on the material, and which trailed down the left side of the dress. The dress flared out below the waist, a bit like a. " Anyway, she didn't know a soul there, so I sort of took her under my wing and showed her around the place before morning assembly. The head mistress saw that we were getting on well and did a bit of swapping and changing, so that she could room with me. I remember her taking hold of my hand and squeezing it in the head's office, neither of us said anything though, we didn't need to, we just knew." Did you sleep together?" Just wait, pervert," she giggled, "I'm coming to that bit in a minute.". They weren't going anywhere but to a movie anyway.She was already running through her mind what she should wear, even though she'd decided, and decided again several times already. She looked good in almost anything, but wanted to look special.She was wearing jeans and a bright blue shirt just then, but still looked fabulous, her brown hair spilling over the shoulders and her firm breasts pressing the fabric out tautly.She pushed through the doors and outside, emerging in back of the school.