A Tale Of Two Sissies
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Introduction to Sissies II
By latexslut
The door behind him closed and the sound of John Phillip's
wife's heels cut off abruptly. A tear fell.
Chanazene smiled. It was good when they cried.
"Sissyuseless, we have a strict rules here. Very strict. I
will read the rules for you this once. You will not be
expected to remember them, though, at this time. They are
posted everywhere and you will shortly be required to
recite them by heart. You will also be reading them aloud
in class each Monday, from of course, a first person
perspective."
John Phillips mind raced in circles of confusion. Class? He
didn't know if he was entering prison, school or hell. All
he new was that he had foolishly lost his job, his income,
and by the way, his wife. Dim in his mind, he hoped that
she would wait for him. Wait for five years. Wait till he
was released. He would apologize. He would be better. He
would be the husband he had promised to be, instead of the
drinking, womanizing dork that he had been, all critical
and angry. He missed her already.
The lovely lady standing next to him hit him on his temple.
"Pay attention, sissyuseless, you pathetic loser, when
Headmistress Chanazene speaks."
"Thank you, Ms. Yellow," Chanazene smiled. "I think sissy
useless was being remorseful there, thinking back to what
is now lost forever. You'll have a lot of time for that in
the evenings.
"Now, although it's not necessary for you to know this, I
do enjoy explaining it. We make money on the front end -
your wife is paying fifty thousand dollars a year for you
to stay here. And we make money on the back end. During
your incarceration, you will work. Much. Prisons make
license plates. We make lingerie. We sell to very key
distributors throughout the world. Corsets, latex, rubber,
shoes, the works. Even wigs. We find that making sissies
work on what they wear, and wear what they work on to be
very satisfying. And our quality is excellent. Beyond
excellent. Flawless. And the reason why, is that failure,
mistakes, flaws, are punished with extreme prejudice."
Chanazene sipped her glass of wine, and lit a cigarette,
her perfectly manicured nails fitting it to an extended
filter. John's eyes watered with need when he smelt the
second hand smoke. It had been twelve hours since his last
one.
Chanazene noticed. "Cigarettes are available inside,
sissyuseless. But you might have to pay more for them than
you think." He heard Ms. Yellow laugh.
"Rule 1: I am God. I own this facility. I own you. I own
Ms. Yellow, Ms. Blue, and everyone here. This is my
universe and I created it.
"Rule 2: Ms. Yellow and Ms. Blue and any other female here,
are to you, God. You will obey them or suffer punishment
with extreme prejudice.
"Rule 3: There are many sissies here who have performed
very well over time and have been promoted to supervisors.
You will obey them completely or suffer punishment with
extreme prejudice."
Chanazene paused, puffed on her cigarette. "Ah, punishment.
It's such a pleasure. To give it, at least. Just thinking
about it makes me moist.
"It comes in many forms, as I am sure, sissyuseless, you
can imagine. But one thing you should know, is that every
time a sissy needs to be punished, there is something
permanent added, forever. It could be a piercing. It could
be higher heels. A reduction in waist. Even an enlargement
of your breasts." Chanazene laughed throatily as she saw
the stunned look on sissyuseless' face. She saw another
tear fall. "You never know, sissyuseless, so I suggest you
don't make mistakes. But of course you will, dear. We will
make sure of that. To continue...
"Rule 4: You will be dressed in panties, corset and
stockings at all times. You will wear shoes or boots with
nothing less than 4" heels. You will be completely shaved
at all times. This means everywhere. And I mean everywhere.
You have a very nice thicket of hair on your head. Ms.
Blue, will you get the mirror and show it to sissyuseless?"
John Phillips took his eyes off the mesmerizing woman
before him and watched the lady called Ms. Blue click over
to the shelf and retrieve a hand mirror, come back and
reflect it back on him.
Chanazene sipped her wine again. "Say goodbye to that. Such
nice hair. Do you understand, sissyuseless?"
John Phillips shook his head. He didn't understand at all.
He blinked his eyes, hoping to change the vision, but this
lady was still there.
"I was hoping to be able to take off your gag, so we could
chat, sissy. Do you want me to take off the gag or not?"
He nodded vigorously. It was hurting. And he wanted to
scream.
"Ms. Yellow, if you will."
The languid lady called Ms. Yellow produced a key from
inside her bra and unlocked the leather straps that
connected behind his head, and pulled out the small phallus
shaped object that had been embedded in his mouth. She
tightened her right hand into a fist, waiting.
"You can't fucking do---"
Slam. John Phillips rocked with the blow, almost tipping in
the chair.
Chanazene smiled darkly. "Do I have to gag you again?"
John Phillips looked at the stars floating before his eyes,
then at Chanazene, then at the floor. He shook his head.
"And for that outburst, you will be punished. 50 strokes
with the cane, and your first set of earrings. I am all
kindness, sissyuseless, but we have sissies here, stupid
sissies, who have piercings everywhere. Twenty, thirty,
wherever we can find an appropriate spot. So I warn you.
Behave."
Slowly, it had been penetrating into his mind. He couldn't
fight this. Not now. He was smart, a negotiator. So now he
said the right words, even as they stung bitter.
"Sissyuseless will try to behave, Mistress Chanazene."
To his surprise, Ms. Blue began to clap, and Chanazene
smiled. "I see you get it. Good gurl, useless. If you
behave well, you might come out of this with only two pairs
of earrings epoxied in your ears. I doubt it though. You're
a smart one, and the smart ones always try to find a way
out."
John raised his eyes and gave the bitch before him his best
glare, dark and hateful.
Slam!
Ms. Blue said, "Looks like B cups and another 50 strokes."
Chanazene smiled, dragged on her smoke. "If useless doesn't
dumb down, she's leaving here with size 74 FF cups."
She sipped her wine again. "To continue, your other attire
will be selected by your supervisor. And I have decided
that you are a little to smart, a little to spiteful, and
you have a back just begging to be broken. You won't like
your supervisor. No one does.
"School is on Mondays. Work is Tuesday through Saturday
noon. The rest of the time is yours. You will see me again
on your first month anniversary and serve me well then.
That is all."
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