Juliette and Elise: Exposing The Prim Plaything

Juliette and Elise: Exposing The Prim Plaything Juliette and Elise: Exposing The Prim Plaything

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Sixteen year old Juliette Miller always followed the rules. Why wouldn't she? They were there for a reason, right? She never got in trouble, she was the model student. Of course, such a sense of obedience might attract some unwanted attention, say, from a veteran tormentor looking for a new obedient little toy, like Elise Davis. This story is a slow burn, so it might not be for everyone, as Elise will draw out the stripping of her victim. As of now, I've written 5 parts and Juliette hasn't been exposed naked, so keep that in mind. Note: The first chapter is a repost of my short story of the same title.

Summary

Sixteen year old Juliette Miller always followed the rules. Why wouldn't she? They were there for a reason, right? She never got in trouble, she was the model student. Of course, such a sense of obedience might attract some unwanted attention, say, from a veteran tormentor looking for a new obedient little toy, like Elise Davis.

This story is a slow burn, so it might not be for everyone, as Elise will draw out the stripping of her victim. As of now, I've written 5 parts and Juliette hasn't been exposed naked, so keep that in mind.

Note: The first chapter is a repost of my short story of the same title.

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Submitted: September 02, 2020

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Elise Davis stalked her soon to be toy.

The seventeen year old watched her schoolmate with preying eyes. Juliette Miller was a pretty girl. Not hot per-se, but rather cute and charming. Her innocent demeanor, paired with her pale, somewhat child-like features were the main reason for that, Elisa reckoned. Big blue eyes which usually curiously flew round the room, a small, porcelain-like nose and a prim, thin-lipped politely-smiling mouth gave the teen an air of fragility, as well as the adorability. Her black hair fell down to her shoulders in a wavy fashion, and it was adorned by a bow, which matched her skirt. Because, of course she, of all people, would wear a bow. Elise snickered, though she kept quiet.

Elise surveyed Juliette stretch, grasping for a book which she couldn’t quite reach —she wasn’t particularly tall, sporting at most 165 centimeters— so she stood on her tippy-toes, which caused her skirt to ride up just a bit. It was not revealing at all, the prudish teen followed the dress-code to a tee: from the always polished shoes accompanied by the knee-high white socks, up the modest, rather-loose-fitting navy blue skirt to the neatly ironed white shirt. Never once had Elise seen the prissy teen bend the dress code with a shortened skirt or a tightened shirt. She imagined Juliette wouldn’t dare do such thing.

That sense of obedience was what had piqued Elise’s interest in the first place.

Finally, found it! Juliette thought to herself. Not a single person willing to help a student in the library. Where is the funding going? Cursed school board… She let herself fall from her tippy-toe stance, making sure the short yet rapid fall didn’t make her skirt flap and looked at the book once again. It was a hard-cover, mostly red and it read “The History of Dresses” in big, gold letters. Histrionic though it was, it’d seemed interesting enough for Juliette to busy herself for a while.

Anything not to spend this free period with those loud brutes! She thought as she opened the book. She was, of course, referring to her classmates. Maybe “loud brutes” was an exaggeration, they weren’t that bad, but she’d rather dig her nose between the pages of a good book than withstand the annoying small-talk of her peers. Her close friends hadn’t come to school that day, one feeling sick, the other one simply too lazy, and she was too shy to simply strike up conversations with her other classmates, with whom she was unaccustomed to speaking.

Either way, it was the final week before winter break, and so the school halls were mostly empty, most of the students already having passed all their important tests found simply no reason to come to school. Juliette had, of course, also passed all of her tests, but she saw no reason in skipping school “just because”. What if I actually needed to skip some day? If I got sick or…

Her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a chair being dragged. Why not lift the thing? She looked up from her book and was slightly startled as she saw a girl sitting right in front of her. She hadn’t realized there’d been a second chair on her table.

“Juliette, right?” The teen smiled amicably. No, Juliette decided, not a smile, a grin.

“Uh…” Blue eyes were closed and the teen shook her head slightly, finally taking her mind away from her book and putting to use in chatter. Bother. “Yeah. And you are…” Juliette tried to match the face to a name. She was never good at that, though this girl definitely seemed familiar, she must have seen her in the halls more than a few times.

“Elise. Elise Davis” The teen introduced herself, reaching a hand over the table. Juliette shook it warily. “I don’t think we’ve met, but I’ve seen you ‘round the halls and all.”

“Uh, yeah, most likely.” She replied curtly, hoping she’d go away. Was that the Elise Davis? Juliette wanted nothing to do with the teen, just in case she was the one who had caused the incident a few years back. Against her wishes, and in the spirit of politeness, she went on. “Can I help you with anything?” So much for curtness.

“Actually, yes, you can. Walk with me, Juliette.” As she spoke, she got up from the table, snatching the pale-teen’s book with one swift motion.

“Hey!” Juliette complained. “What’s this all about?”

Yet she found no answer, save for the sound of footsteps over the dark wood that made up the library’s floor. To Elise, it was the sound of a very carefully planned evening commencing.

As a puzzled Juliette caught up to mysterious Elise, she took note of the teen. She walked confidently, almost seductively, her stride long and undoubting. How come so people can be so confident? It was a question timid, self-conscious Juliette asked herself almost daily. Beside her walk, Juliette noted how Elise took advantage of the laxness regarding the dress code near breaks, as she wore not a skirt and shirt but jeans to pair her white shirt, both a tight fit. It annoyed her to also note that such fit suited her really well.

“Could you give that back, please?” Elise heard the teen say from behind her. The library halls were so thin the other girl was forced to walk a few steps behind her. Very good to hide where they were going until it was too late.

“All at its due time, Juliette. Don’t worry, just follow me for a few moments.” She replied as she hastened her step. Now that she knew for a fact the bookworm had followed, she need not be so cautious about her speed.

Juliette wanted to grunt in annoyance. Of course, she held herself back. She dared not offend this girl, whatever he plans were. She just wanted to get it over with. And so, in silence, she trailed back. God! It’s so annoying not to be able to see where she’s taking me! Her mind raced. Well, we haven’t left the library, so she’s probably been walking me in circles. What is this a spy movie? Either way, there’s only two possibilities, either the main halls or…

“Silent Study Rooms” read the sign. Elise expertly showed her pass to the bookkeeper stationed there to make sure no one was up to funny business in the private areas and, before letting her to-be plaything react, grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside the hallway. She grinned. Phase one: complete! So close to the actual fun!

“What is this? Elise?” Juliette tried her best to be demanding, though, if she was honest with herself, she was more than a bit intimidated by the girl. The way she’d simply handled her so quickly… She had no doubts, this was the Elise Davis.

Elise looked back and grinned mischievously, before letting go of her blue-eyed schoolmate’s wrist and making her way through one of the five doors that spanned the white-walled hallway. She let the door open behind her and nonchalantly threw the book on the desk.

It took only moments for a very preoccupied pale face to poke through the door. Juliette entered, arms clasped over her own chest protectively. She didn’t realize that, as if she had, she would’ve tried to keep a façade of bravery, Elise was sure. Finally showing your true colors, you scared, little girl, the tormentor thought.

Juliette’s steps were small and she was wary. She took in the room. She’d been to these cubicles many times, rather small, they barely managed to fit two desks and two chairs on each. The walls were light-blue and there was no further decoration. Dull, yet excellent for studying. She was too taken by her architectural analysis to realize how Elise had slithered away behind her and closed the door. Was that a click I just heard? Did she… did she lock the door? She panicked in silence.

Panicky blue eyes searched the room quickly until they found the girl who had stolen her book. Elise Davis wore a white, short-sleeved shirt with pink accents in the hem, sleeves and neckline, alongside a pair of ripped black jeans and stylish white sneakers. As she’d noted before, they were tight, outlining a petite figure which she displayed with pride. She seemed to be almost letting her admire her body, arms placed on her hips, cocky posture all around.

After a panicked second, Juliette found it in her to meet Elise’s gaze. The teen’s hazel eyes were giving her an impish look; her grinning mouth and small nose accompanying the gesture. How does she manage to look this good, even when she’s toying with me like this? Juliette thought to herself, unwillingly jealous of the teen’s straight, long, silky brown hair and her naturally tan skin.

“So, shall we talk now?” Elise said, eying her future toy up and down repeatedly, all but biting her lip in anticipation.


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