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Intro to Sissies VII: The Meting of the Punishment Part Two
By latexslut
Goddess Chanazene stood, glass in one hand, the ever
present cigarette in the other. "Welcome, again, gurls. I
trust you have all behaved. And for those of you that
haven't, well, you get to spin the wheels."
She did a slight bow, and the gurls in the temple began to
clap, timidly. They had been taught to do so, but still,
the meting of the punishments always brought something bad
to someone, even if they themselves escaped: if they had
behaved.
The women, the Mistresses of Blue, Red, Orange, Purple and
many other colors, stood, curtseyed in their exotic outfits
and sat again. They were the teachers. They looked down,
beautiful, on the gurls, from their raised dais.
John Phillips didn't clap. In this disco temple, he was
beginning to wonder whether to fight and keep his sanity,
or just give up.
Mistress Satin continued with her murmuring. "If you get a
choice, useless sissy, take an anklet. You will be allowed
ten on each. Then bracelets. After, you will have to use
your imagination. That is, if you wish to minimize your
feminization."
"Mistress Whip!" Goddess Chanazene proclaimed, sitting
again. "Your clan is first. Who transgressed, and why?"
Mistress Whip stood, and pulled a gurl by her ear. The
acoustics were resonant and all could hear Mistress Whip
when she said. "Get up there, skankcow."
"I don't want too, it's going to hurt!"
"Pain is your life and the reason why I take care of you."
"I can't get any bigger," the sissy mewled.
Hiss. "You can and you will, and you want it."
"Is there a problem, Mistress Whip?" Goddess Chanazene
asked impatiently, though she didn't look impatient at all.
Indeed, she looked relaxed and expectant, but something,
something was off, irritating her. John could see that.
"No Goddess Chanazene, the cow is just slow," Mistress Whip
curtseyed deeply then shoved the slut towards the stage.
John Phillips was beyond stunned, and now, now, he felt, as
he saw the sissy warble to the stage, I won't fight. I
won't fight I won't fight.
Ms Blue said, "Welcome, Milky."
"Thank you, Mistress Blue," the sissy said sulkily.
She was disproportionate. She was beyond.
Her breasts were beyond measure. One of her arms tried to
support them, but they fell over. Q cups, or something.
Spilling. And they were pierced, with chains leading to the
sissy's earrings, for support. The ears were distended. Too
large and almost gross, the gurl was corseted and wearing
six inch heels, tottering. Stockings, make up, a wig that
looked very strange - it was blue betty page style, but had
been painted black in places.
John Phillips watched and worried, speechless. He felt a
heave in his stomach. "Mistress Satin," he whispered. "This
is sick."
"Yes, you useless sissy. It is. But it's your life, now.
I've warned you before. I won't do so again."
"Demerits?" Miss Blue had a clipboard before her.
"Yes, Mistress Blue. Milky had five minor demerits for
being late to her work position," said Mistress Whip.
Mistress Satin murmured, "Of course she is late, with those
teets, it's a wonder how she can get anywhere at all. But
of course that was Whip's plan. Milky, shit, I can't
remember her old name, but she resisted and tattled on
Whip. Useless, here, revenge is something that will always
backfire."
Mistress Blue looked angrily at Mistress Whip, then to
Milky, then back, but said this, "Spin the wheel, Milky."
John Phillips eyes were dancing and darting. Mistress Whip,
Blue, Satin, and Milky, all with the shadows of the disco
balls.
The slut called Milky spun the wheel. Round and round and
round it went. The clicker slowly slowed. It fell on
sissy's choice.
Milky's eyes darted left and right and then down to
Mistress Whip. She shook her head. Please no. Mistress Whip
nodded in turn.
"I, I, would like a breast enlargement."
"Report to the infirmary on Monday after lessons."
She was weeping, and spun the wheel again. Sissy's choice.
Darting eyes. Then. "I would like a breast enlargement."
"That will be enough about that!" Goddess Chanazene stood
up and mirrored Mistress Whip's hate. "Too much breast
reduces my production, Mistress Whip! You walk a fine
line."
John Phillips hesitated, then asked, "How do people become
Mistresses?"
"When you can come on demand, or never, no matter the
pleasure. When you can do this, you to, may be a
Misttress."
"How long did it take you?"
"Eleven years."
Before them, Milky was asking for another breast
enlargement. Goddess had storm clouds, Mistress Blue looked
concerned and baby sissy found a way to cop a feel and push
his plug. John Phillips smacked her, and she began to cry,
but he didn't care. It was coming upon him that he was in a
cruel world.
"How long will you be here?" he whispered.
"Honey, I can leave anytime I like. But I can't leave. I
have everything here, but sun."
Now he heard words that him frightened deeply.
"Goddess Chanazine, if I had gotten the new slut you
promised me, I could keep up production and show her lover
a well demure lady. Mistress Satin, stole her from me. That
cunt and fuck flower."
"Shut up." Chanazene said, quietly and menacingly.
Mistress Whip shut up and sat down, angry.
Mistress Blue said, "Next?"
And then it began all over again! This slut was also of
Mistress Whip's clan.
She wore the highest heels of anything. Her toes were
fastened to the stilts of her heels and she walked with two
canes! The corset, mask, gloves... nothing compared to the
wobbly heels that she tottered upon, and when the wheel was
spun, she looked at Mistress Whip and asked for higher.
Soon she could be taller than a basketball player, but
never ever play sport. Not that kind of sport.
John Phillips had noticed the storm clouds around Mistress
Chanazine, and now She erupted. She had been reviewing some
file, and as her words flew, she through it down, tossed
her cigarette upon it, stamped it and then threw her wine
glass far down to the stage.
"Mistress Whip! I will not have this!"
The slut with the impossible heels tried to avoid the
glass, and fell over.
Mistress Whip looked stunned and suddenly timid, skipping a
bit to avoid the shattering glass. "Goddess?"
"It says here, you cut, outside of the infirmary, sissy
spikes Achilles tendons! Who authorized that!" Goddess
Chanazene's shrieked and her face had gone red. John
Phillips could see that this time, She was clearly upset.
"I have production quotas! I have financial responsibility.
And you, Mistress Whip, are impacting my lifestyle.
Consider yourself warned."
Goddess Chanazene sat back down, looking at the floor. No
one said anything, the disco globe rotated, sending shards
of light on the stage. He watched as Goddess Chanazene
regained her composure, and her anger and her hate.
She looked back to the stage, beckoned with a finger a new
cigarette and glass.
Then She said, "Get sissyspikes out of here. To the dungeon
nest with her. Ms Blue, please write a letter to her wife,
that Thomas Felding escaped from our school and premises,
whereabouts unknown." She paused. "Mistress Whip, one more
of these brutal destructions, and you will go where
sissyspikes is going."
She thought a moment. "Rescind sissy Milky's enlargements.
Put her with Ms Gray."
John Phillips couldn't follow all of this, but he knew
something bad, badder than usual, had just happened. The
silence was deafening and Goddess Chanazene looked tired.
He glanced at Mistress Satin and saw that she was rigid in
horror.
"What happened? What is the dungeon?" he whispered.
Mistress Satin looked at him with baleful eyes. "Don't ask.
Never ask. Ever!" She whispered hoarsely.
Sissyspikes began to mewl and claw wildly at anything in
reach. Mistress Whip kicked her. Mistress Pink and Mistress
Yellow stepped down to the stage and began to drag her
away. Silence again reigned but for her disappearing
screams.
John Phillips looked at Goddess Chanazene, and noticed that
She was getting a bit drunk.
Chanazene, looking off at something, now lowered her gaze,
and starred him directly in the eye.
She hissed, "Your turn, useless sissy. Your turn."
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