Intro to Sissies VII The Meting of the Punishment Part Two
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Intro to sissies, part VII: The Meting of the Punishment
John Phillips was full and tight and already now wanted to
expel all of the come that his sissy roommates had filled
him with. But he wouldn't. He didn't want to get whipped
again. He didn't want to get punished. And sometimes, he
was just stubborn. Still though, he wept silently.
Ten hours ago he had been playing Starcraft Online,
drinking and smoking, while Marie was running her boutique.
Then the large men had come and dragged him kicking and
screaming into the limo, locked the doors and rolled up the
windows. They had brought him here. He had been
interrogated and sentenced by Mistress Chanazene, with his
wife Marie, standing behind his gagged, bound body,
seemingly concurring to this state of his nation. And now
he was being sissified, raped, cuckolded, and imprisoned.
His back and thighs bled here and there from the strokes
babysissy had had to administer. He had bruises from where
he had been kicked. And this meting of the punishment thing
was enough to make him shake. What could be worse than the
punishment he had been through? Marie, at this point, was a
distant, but recurring thought.
It was so easy now to focus his mind someway else, only
because he felt he was losing his grip on sanity: He was in
a fucking nuthouse. He consoled himself by the magic touch
of the caress of his stockings, the majesty of Mistress
Satin, even the cold on his shaved bald head. It felt good,
and somehow, except for the cruel corset, and he hated it.
But his mind, really, had no true thoughts at this point,
just jello fleeting things.
Nurse led him to the make up table and forced him to sit.
His plug invaded deeply. He was still crying, and still
confused. Why would Marie do this to me? This rolled in his
brain over and over, like an itch that he couldn't scratch.
He could always figure everything out, but this time he was
at a loss.
Now suddenly, there were all these gurls making him up. One
glued on a Dolly Parton wig, another pasted on eyelashes
that felt heavy, and another gently painted eyeliner brows
on him. One of the Zcup gurls was massaging his back.
Another was painting his face.
Mistress Satin looked at him and at her watch, clicking her
heels impatiently. "I want her done and ready in eleven
minutes, you sluts."
Magenta sat back, and complacently drank her wine.
Sissybaby still wept. Nurse smiled. Now that useless sissy
was back, she could do her stuff. Gently, with a
paintbrush, she coated John Phillips in white base, and
covered it after with garish make up. The eyeliner was fat
and thick, the rouge brilliant pink. The lipstick, that he
numbly acquiesced to, was purple.
"To match your panties." She said. But she meant to make
useless sissy stand out loud.
"I can't wait for the meting of the punishments, useless
sissy."
...
Mistress Satin checked her watch. She almost looked stormy
again, but John Phillips was complete. She smiled and
complimented him. "You look lovely."
Nurse, very proud with her work, led him to the mirror.
Something had been done to him. Something serious. And John
Phillips looked at himself. He didn't recognize himself
anymore, but at the same time, he saw someone weirdly
beautiful. He wished, stupidly, that he had a skirt, to
hide the purple plastic panties. His face was sculptured.
Pale, with too much base makeup, the purple rouge, the
purple eye shadow, the purple lips, the blonde wig
contrasting.
He blinked. The fake lashes blinked with him.
"Oh God. I am beautiful." He began to fall to his
stockinged knees. "I don't want to be so pretty."
Nurse held him up by his shoulder. "Got no tits yet,
useless."
"It's beyond time to go," Mistress Satin said. And the
gurls knew they were almost late.
Now sissyuseless had a collar on and was tugged by the
leash in Mistress Satin's hand. She stumbled down the
hallway as the rest of the gurls marched, click clacking in
steady tandem. Nurse supported his shoulder roughly, as he
tripped on his heels. Click clack, slide, and then tug.
Nurse was pretty, and built, but under her PVC nurse
outfit, he could tell that She was very strong. Stronger
than him, should it come to it, he thought.
The elevator was crammed, and descended. He felt baby sissy
cop a feel on his plug and push it deep. He cringed.
...
The doors slid open and now, in a herd, with Mistress Satin
at the lead, her clan clacked forth, the steps resonating
in the cement gloom. Nursesissy directed a well aimed kick
at John Phillips and connected between his ass, ramming his
plug deep. He yelped, as he felt a drop of come leak from
him.
"Sissy useless, you will sit next to me, so I can explain
to you the ceremony that takes place here," Mistress Satin
said over her shoulder, tugging him, swaying her hips.
"It's complicated, and we will have some issues with both
you and babysissy. She was bad, enough so that even I might
get punished."
John Phillips struggled to keep up. These fucking shoes!
But he said nothing. He felt his eyes water, another tear
spill.
"babysissy is sorry!" she exclaimed. "There was no one
there to help me!"
Bunny punched babysissy lightly in the shoulder. "No
excuse, babysissy." She sighed. "I feel so much better now.
There's nothing like breaking in new fish, is there,
Nurse?"
"I had to work for it, Bunny. Useless had hair as thick as
an ox. But yes, honey, I feel fine. Now useless, keep my
come right up there in you. Learn to love me." Nurse sissy
laughed at her own joke, and the Zcup girls cackled with
her. All of them had taken useless sissy. They were a very
relaxed group.
They turned a corner in the seemingly never ending
corridors, dim naked light bulbs, some working, some not,
hanging overhead. Now they were clacking down steps.
John Phillips feet were killing him already. I want a
cigarette, he screamed to himself. And, how many stories
does this place have? How deep does this go?
When he had arrived, there was only a large mansion settled
over acres of grass, and a golf course in the distance.
Abruptly the walls widened and the ceiling rose. Ahead
there were two huge rosewood doors reaching twenty feet
high. Mistress Satin threw his leash over to Nurse and with
both hands, heaved at the doors. Heavily, they opened.
Mistress Satin stepped aside and let the gurls walk past.
Nurse threw back the leash.
"sissyuseless, look at me," She said quietly, forcefully.
She drilled his eyes. "This place is almost sacred. So
listen close. You must understand this. There is your god
and there is my god and our gods are probably the same and
the church of this is in our hearts and soul. But this is
Goddess Chanazene's world and here is Her temple. She rules
your universe, but not your heart. Do you understand?"
John Phillips blinked at Mistress Satin, letting the words
sink in. He gazed into her eyes. Now they seemed so kind,
and understanding. He could hardly believe the feelings he
was feeling. He had just been forced to suck Mistress
Satin's cock. "I, uh, thank you, Mistress Satin."
"Come along then."
They entered, with Mistress Satin pulling the doors behind
them.
...
The lighting came from the candles that were set
everywhere. In front of each was a wine glass filled with
red wine, making the shadows crimson. Above, the ceiling
rose. Pews in rows were spaced around and forward to the
stage. Everything was carpeted in red. Disco globes were
circling overhead, spilling splinters of light.
John Phillips, feet hurting, plug invaded, and now feeling
the tightness of his corset seem to be getting tighter,
roamed his eyes, taking it all in. "Total fucking
nuthouse," he thought. And then, "I am in a very bad
situation." The remnants of his fight were lingering now,
slipping, slipping.
The wall at the rear of the stage had two wheels, like on
wheel of fortune or something. Over the one on the left, it
said MINOR in silver letters. The wheel had three spaced
sections. Goddess Choice, Mistress Choice and sissy choice.
The other wheel had two sections. The majority of it said
Goddess Choice and a small section said sissy choice.
On a raised balcony, off to the right, John Phillips saw
Goddess Chanazene sitting on a throne. She was wearing
layers of white gossamer, smoking a cigarette, drinking a
glass of wine. She looked incredible and incredibly cruel,
talking to Miss Blue. On either side of her were four
women. There was Miss Orange. They were all wearing either
PVC, Leather or Latex, each, it appeared to him, according
to their color.
Before him, in the pews, were at least a hundred women.
They wore long hair of blonde and red, with a few in raven.
He realized with a start they were all sissies.
At the front, someone with long black hair stood up and
turned. She looked at John Phillips direct in the eyes and
he cringed. He could feel evil emanating in heat waves from
her. And she looked terrifying.
"That's Mistress Whip," explained Mistress Satin, quietly,
as they walked down the aisle. "You were supposed to be
assigned to her clan. Marie asked specifically for the
meanest. But Whip was busy, and I wasn't. You are lucky."
"She looks like Alice Cooper on a bad hair day," John
Phillips whispered back. "She terrifies me."
He saw Mistress Whip mouth words. "New fish. I. Will. Eat.
You. Up."
Mistress Satin chuckled silently. "And her clan has
nothing. She grinds her sluts into nothing. She is a sadist
of the worst caliber."
John Phillips saw crazed eyes, with coon eyeliner, running
down manly cheeks, huge earrings with nazi symbols. She was
rail thin, no breasts that could be seen, and black leather
all over. Then he noticed the whip. "She has no hand."
"No. It happened a couple of years ago. Accident. It made
her meaner that she already was."
Slowly, he saw Mistress Whip unscrew the whip from out of
the stump of her forearm, and then screw in a device that
could only have been a spiked dildo. He could see the glint
from the steel protrusions. "I. WILL. FUCK. YOUR. ASS.",
She mouthed.
John Phillips almost peed himself. He heard himself
whimper. "Mistress Satin, she scares me." Terror, before it
was fear, and then disgust, now arrive. This was a very bad
bad place.
"Shhss. Useless. That's why we have the buddy system.
You'll be safe in my clan. Still, remember how lucky you
are."
They had reached their section and Mistress Satin bade him
to sit, next to her and babysissy beside him.
Next: The meting of the punishments, part 2.
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