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Introduction to Sissies IV
By latexslut
Chapter 4
Now they were in an elevator, latexsissy, John Phillips and
Ms Orange. The vault had closed and the elevator was
descending.
"Ca I thuck you, mithter?" latexsissy asked him, but then
another drop of come appeared on its right pointed
fingernail. She looked at it hungrily, waiting for it to
fall.
"No, latexsissy, you can't," Miss Orange said sternly, but
lightly. Turning to John, she said, "sissyuseless, she will
always ask this, and you must always say no. It's required.
You don't want to be punished by that foolishness."
latexsissy's eyes, so bright with desire, swept into tears
again. "I sthowee."
John Phillips mind was spinning, spinning. 'Don't worry,'
he thought, wryly, briefly, 'I got no problem with that
command.'
He had grasped the key rules now, and found the hope, would
play the game. In the room above, he had been too confused
to see, learn, and observe, very well. His game plan was
still formulating (and it wasn't much to formulate with).
Now he saw, observed, noticed Ms Orange.
She was dressed in an orange PVC mini dress with long
sleeves, orange thigh high boots, wearing brilliant orange
hair. Her make up was stark and minimal of color. Her face
was whitened with base and somewhat washed out, but her
lipstick and rouge and eye shadow were orange. He saw that
her eyes were orange. They had to be contacts he thought.
Her legs were very long, her breasts ordinary, but pert.
She had a wide mouth, thin lips, upturned ski jump nose. He
thought, vaguely, that she was rather pretty, but punkish,
and nothing like his Maria.
"May sissyuseless ask Ms Orange a question?" The elevator
continued its descent.
"Of course you may, miss sissyuseless. I am not a dom, just
an enforcer."
"sissyuseless asks, who is latexsissy's wife, that would do
this to it, I mean her."
Ms Orange broke into laughter. It took awhile, as the
elevator continued, for her to quit. Finally, "Mistress
Chanazene is latexsissy's Wife."
"But, sissyuseless asks, why?"
Ms Orange lowered her brow, squinted. "Simple. latexsissy
pissed. Her. Off. End of story. That's all you need to
know"
"Oh."
"And?"
John Phillips considered for a brief second. "sissyuseless
is thankful for the warning, Mistress Orange."
"Better," Ms Orange patted him on his head. "Ah, here we
are now." The elevator stopped, settled. "Your new home...
useless one. I'll see you in a few hours. Your supervisor
should be waiting."
The elevator slid open and she pushed latexsissy and John
Phillips out into a long dark hallway, barely lit by
hanging naked bulbs.
Raquel Welch stood there waiting, pulled him by the side
belt loops on his trousers toward her and rammed her knee
into his groin. It hurt him fast and hurt him deep and he
fell to the floor moaning.
"Ooo. Tha mutha hurt. Can I kith hith sthingie and make it
all better?"
"No latexsissy. You may not. Why don't you go see Mistress
Whip and make yourself be useful."
"Okay, Mithreth sthathin. Sthank you, Mithreth sthathin."
"sissyuseless, that was my way of saying hello and giving
you a lesson. You are in a dangerous place now. Always be
prepared. Kiss Mistress Satin's shoe."
John Phillips lay groaning as the pain in his groin
deepened to the point of agony, but he crept over and
kissed Mistress Satin's perfectly manicure foot. She was
wearing open toe lavender sandals with a single strap by
the toes, and another delicate strap wrapping up and around
her thin trim ankle. They were five inches high. The toes
were painted in lavender with the three middle toes wearing
rings. Around each ankle there appeared to be a dozen
anklets in silver and gold. He tentatively kissed each toe.
"Good gurl," Mistress Satin said not unkindly. "Now look at
me."
He slowly raised his eyes. The black stockings were
expensive, complete with Cuban heels and seams. Her legs
were long and disappeared beneath a knee length satin
lavender skirt, which looked tailored and fitted perfectly.
Over a breathtakingly narrow waist that was cinched in by a
wide offset leather belt, Mistress Satin wore a gauzy see
through silk blouse with a cowled scoop neck. She wore a
light blue satin chemise underneath. The breasts jutted out
provocatively. Several necklaces hung between.
And then he was looking into the kind face of Mistress
Satin, who looked exactly like Rachel Welch. Almost. The
chin was a bit stronger, the make up a little heavier.
There were crow's-feet around the eyes, and a deeper
weariness within them. But the hair was short and red and
copper, longer on the back, the neck was long. Diamond
earrings hung longingly from small ears. Her long fingers
were perfectly manicured with French nails. Many bracelets
circled each slender wrist. She looked very elegant and
very beautiful.
"Good gurl," she said again, softly. "Despite what Mistress
Chanazene may have said about me, I'm here to look out for
you. I take care of all my gurls. Just listen well, and do
exactly as I say, and you will be fine. Now get up."
"I can't," John Phillips moaned. "It hurts."
"You can and you will, sissyuseless. You don't want me to
help you. babysissy, collar her."
"Yes, Mistress Satin."
For the first time he became aware that there was another
person present and glanced at the source of the new voice.
His eyes widened at the person approaching him. The first
thing he noticed was that the person called babysissy was
wearing diapers, had to be, from the bulk hidden inside of
the pink ruffled rumba panties. They had little teddy bear
imprints. Suspenders from a corset that she wore over went
to pink stockings that went only above the knees, leaving
creamy white skin exposed. Bobby socks and pink high heels
with many straps, each of which had a lock. She too, wore
many anklets. He wondered about that for a moment.
Her hair was a mass of tight red curls, her face with thick
makeup that was not colorful, only thick, with the lipstick
hopelessly smeared around the mouth. A pacifier hung round
her neck, along with a rattle. She was wearing a bib that
looked dirty and food stained.
babysissy helped lift him and fastened a studded leather
collar around John Phillips, attached the lead and handed
it to Mistress Satin.
Mistress Satin gave a tug. "Come on. We don't have much
time. The Meting of Punishment is in just over three hours
and we have to get you presentable. I'll explain things on
the way." He saw babysissy put the pacifier in its mouth
and stand next to him.
John Phillips found himself mesmerized by Mistress Satin's
walk as she led him down the hallway. The sway of her hips
was extremely suggestive, and she looked completely
comfortable in her heels, taking small, but firm steps.
"babysissy is your buddy. In my clan, no one leaves the
dorm without a buddy. It's too dangerous to be alone here.
People can get hurt. Badly."
"I'm your buddy," babysissy whispered happily, popping out
the pacifier. "You're my buddy. We'll be roommates."
She put the pacifier back in. John Phillips noticed that
babysissy walked like a man in heels. And diapers he
thought, holding back the laugh that threatened to come
out. Bowlegged and clumsy.
"As you can tell now, and will realize, The Sissy Academy
is a big place, with many dark corners and empty rooms. If
necessary, you may be lent my cell phone, but in here,
that's a priceless commodity. Few clans even have a set."
Mistress Satin turned right, giving a tug, and began to
climb a set of stairs, rotating her hips left and right,
seams perfectly straight, hips flaring curvaceously over
the narrow waist. Click clack echoed in the gloom.
"Our clan has twelve members. You are number thirteen, and
don't count yet. You have to be initiated and later
christened. Then you are one of us. There are nine other
clans. Some of them don't like us. Maybe it's envy. Maybe
it's me. Who cares." It wasn't a question.
Now finally, they came to a heavy door. Mistress Satin
handed the leash back to babysissy and removed one of her
necklaces. On it was a small key that she inserted into a
lock. She pulled the door open and led them through it.
"Here at the Academy, you will have opportunities to make
money, good money. My cut is fifty percent. With that, I
provide the furnishings, protection and whatnot. The rest
is yours, for cigarettes, clothes. Even alcohol if your
diet allows it."
Here it was brighter and didn't seem as frightful. Before
it had been cold cement, now there were elegant tiles.
There was another elevator. She keyed into that one as
well.
"We're on the fourth floor. It's rather nice. We've worked
hard on it."
The elevator ride was short and John Phillips was beginning
to wonder about the immensity of the place. Outside, it had
seemed like a large sized mansion surrounded by a huge park
like setting. He realized now that there had to be a huge
complex underground. He was dying for a cigarette.
Now they entered an alcove that was plushy carpeted with
planters on either side of the door ahead.
"Only our clan, and of course, the Goddesses, can get here.
Of course, there are cameras everywhere. But here it is
safe. Welcome to your new home, sissyuseless."
With that, Mistress Satin opened the door and tugged him
along.
Babysissy said, as though in confidence, "It's oh so nice."
John Phillips blinked as he entered, surprised. Stunned
even. Everything till now had increased his level of
paranoia and he had feared that he was going to enter a
room full of simpering, orgiastic sissies ready to paw on
him. Particularly after having seen the likes of latexsissy
and babysissy. But it was nothing of the sort.
"Take a look around, you useless sissy, and then we need to
get you prepared. Gurls, let sissyuseless have a moment to
adjust." Mistress Satin handed the leash to babysissy and
swiveled off to the right.
He saw some of the gurls glance at him curiously and then
in accordance to Mistress Satin's command, politely
continue to do what they were doing. But edgily, with
furtive glances at him. It made him nervous.
The room was huge, thickly carpeted, generously and
comfortably furnished.
Off on his left, he saw two women sit arm in arm watching a
big screen television. It was a romance. Cognac glasses
were resting on a rosewood coffee table before them.
"That's nursesissy and bunny," whispered babysissy, excited
to be a host(ess).
Babysissy followed his eyes to the massive mahogany dining
table where three gurls were playing cards, drinking and
smoking. The need rose up in him.
"Where can I get a cigarette," he whispered. It was the
first words he had said for sometime. His groin only hurt a
little now.
"Oh! I have lots and lots of them, but you can't smoke them
now. You're not part of the clan yet, so I can't share
yet," explained babysissy, as if this was perfectly
natural. "But my toy box is full of them."
"What do you do with them," John Phillips whispered,
desperate.
His eyes continued to roam. There was an open kitchen and
in the center of the room, were three leather couches
forming a semi-circle surrounding another larger coffee
table. Something was wrong. But he couldn't put his finger
on the wrongness.
"I collect them, what else?" Babysissy sounded surprised.
"Babies don't smoke, and I'm only four." He raised his eyes
at that. babysissy was definitely over four, if not forty.
The right part of the room was sectioned into two areas,
each closed off by low railing. The first appeared to be a
large dressing area, with rows of mirrored closets behind
it. The second area looked decidedly kinky. Whips and rope
and various stainless steel items hung upon the wall. In
the main area there were a number of ominous fixtures. He
looked away.
Around the perimeter were doorways. "That's our room over
there," sissybaby whispered. "it's not very nice. It's nice
for babies, but I don't think you will like it, but I'll
help you make it nice. I promise."
Sensing the sincerity of the offer, John Phillips smiled
kindly, though worriedly and he said, "That's okay,
babysissy, we'll be fine."
But something was nagging at him. I'm being made to see
what they want me to see. There was a tension in the air
that belied the calmness. This isn't a dorm room, he
thought. But that's how they are making it to seem.
Mistress Satin came back, looking radiantly beautiful. "I
assume you've had enough time to feel more comfortable,
useless." She turned. "Nursesissy, you and bunny will
attend to useless in her transformation."
The nagging feeling collided with those words. All these
women around him, even babysissy, were not women at all.
They were men, and he was hundreds of feet underground with
no way out. But still, Mistress Satin looked to be about
the most beautiful man he had ever seen. And that worried
him deeply.
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