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Intro to Sissies VIII: The Meting of the Punishment Part Three
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John Phillips felt, more than saw, over one hundred pairs
of eyes, turn and look at him. He was looking at Goddess
Chanazene, and the ladies of color on either side of her.
sissyspikes diminishing wailing was sliced off with the
thunder of a very heavy door shutting.
Chanazene smoked her smoke, sipped her wine, feeling a
little woozy, a little upset at herself. Mistress Whip was
getting out of line and needed a bit of chastising, but She
couldn't quite figure out how to do it at this time. Her
academy was built on rules and tradition and the
enforcement of those. In part, it was from this, the habits
that She built into Her sluts, that She received obedience,
trust and subservience. She knew, of course, that She had
absolute power, but still, She felt a little jagged about
having thrown the wine glass onto the stage. That was a
sign of weakness, a sign of uncontrolled anger. Anger was
better controlled. Bottled up, ready to be used.
Her temple was now deafeningly silent, and She waited as
She surveyed those before Her. They were patient. They had
to be. She watched some of the sissies fidget, and smiled,
gaining Her authority.
Now she barked, "Mistress Satin, bring your new charge,
sissyuseless, to the stage."
Mistress Satin stood, smoothed her skirt, curtseyed, and
said, "Thank You, Goddess Chanazene. Mistress Satin will
bring sissy useless to the stage."
John Phillips felt Mistress Satin's soft hand grab his, and
pull him to standing. He followed her as she strutted down
the aisle, exaggerating her hip movement.
He could feel many eyes upon him, but he focused on
Mistress Satin's behind. He staggered on the heels, and
almost lost the plug. He could feel he had slipped a little
and there was come sliding around inside his plastic
panties. It felt embarrassingly good. He wondered how many
of those around him could tell that there was slippery come
making his ass cheeks slide and his cock slide inside. The
corset hurt, and still, he wanted a cigarette, but that
wasn't important now.
"The demerits, Mistress Satin?"
"Three major, and four minor, by my count, Goddess
Chanazene."
"For what?" Goddess Chanazene was leaning forward.
"Three for being discourteous of you, twice for trying to
hit me, once for trying to hit bunnysissie, and another for
saying I when referring to herself, sissyuseless."
"Very well, then." She sat back smiling, recomposed,
sipping again her wine. "Although you count badly, Satin."
John Phillips marveled, absently, how Goddess Chanazene
could drink so much wine, stay sober and be so thin. But
now they were on stage, Mistress Satin standing behind him.
And John Phillips was mesmerized in astonishment, for now
he looked at the sea of woman before him. He was on the
stage, the disco ball sending light, the candles burning in
the temple. And now he saw them all. There was a gurl who
looked to him exactly how an English housewife might look,
all buttery and plump but for her corset, dressed in a
flower skirt with bad hair. Over there was the most
beautiful Eurasian he had ever seen, with high cheekbones,
ebony hair, slanted round eyes. The Eurasian winked. There
and everywhere were gurls, sluts really, so many had too
much make up, it advertised them as something other than
women. There was babysissy, in her mass of red curls.
Magenta, Bunny... And they were all looking at him.
Goddess Chanazene was saying something, and John Phillips
recalled his skill that he had learned out there, when he
was with clients. To be able to tune out and think about
other things, while listening.
"sissyuseless, are you paying attention?" Said Goddess
Chanazene, smiling.
John Phillips, startled, gathered his mind together and
addressed Her, "Yes, Goddess Chanazene. You said
sissyuseless will spin the wheel seven times, and accept
the punishments of the wheel. Three on the major wheel, and
four on the minor."
For the first time, John Phillips felt good. He had shown
Goddess Chanazene up. He had shown Her that he wasn't
stupid. He smiled, almost smirked.
Goddess Chanazene regarded John Phillips icily. She dragged
on her ever present cigarette. "I will have to inform your
wife, Marie, of your ability to concentrate on two things
at once, when I email her the film of your pleasure this
afternoon. I am quite sure that Edwardo will be amused to
see you ravaged and clearly enjoying it."
Pop!
John Phillips ego burst. Marie! Marie. He wanted to talk
back. Wanted to scream and tell Goddess Chanazene, that she
was not allowed to show that to his wife. But of course,
She was. She was allowed to do anything. To him. He slumped
a bit, the corset held him rigid. A tear fell, and he was
in a mist of emotions swirling.
"Spin the wheel, sissyuseless. Spin the one for major
demerits, so I can report on that also." Goddess Chanazene
smiled wickedly. That had been most enjoyable.
John Phillips managed to keep his face benign, hiding his
sullen fury. He hobbled over to the wheel. So much of it
was Goddess choice, and now that Goddess Chanazene was
angry at him... I was very foolish there, he thought.
He spun the wheel, Round and Round it went. Goddess choice.
Some of the gurls clapped. They are a mean petty bunch, he
thought.
"B cup," Goddess Chanazene announced, smiling broadly.
"Report to the infirmary on Tuesday. You can't miss school.
Mistress Satin will sign your absence from work form." She
drank. "Spin the wheel again."
B cup! Now the horror began to settle deep, as he looked
down. Before, he could have got out of here, changed and
been back to normal. But now, now they were doing something
with him. His body. Now, his mind muddled, I will have
tits. Like those fat men on the beach who once had pectoral
muscles but let themselves slide. Now. Now, oh shit.
He spun the wheel again. Goddess choice.
"That would be C cups. The following week, of course,"
Goddess Chanazene's smile was huge. "Look on the bright
side, useless sissy. Surgery like this, takes almost a
whole week to recover from. So you don't have to work, and
the nurses there will take good care of you." She paused.
"Our implants here aren't just silicon. The first implant
is coated with Kevlar, and sewn into your ribcage. Very
serious. We don't want you thinking that you can remove
them, because you can't! I told you to obey." She laughed,
and started hitching with it. Now a tear of laughter fell
from Her eye. "Spin the wheel again! Bitch!"
Weakly, John Phillips spun the wheel, knowing now, that his
life would never ever be the same again. Goddess choice.
In the background, he heard a chanting start. "Zcup! Zcup!"
Ms Blue said, quietly, but firm, "Silence!"
John Phillips looked up weakly to Goddess Chanazene. His
hate was there, but he hid it. But now, a thought was
rising in him, slowly. I will kill you, Chanazene. How dare
you steal my life, my identity, my wife, from me!
"Nipple implant!"
Mistress Satin hissed, silently, "Oh God."
"Explain to useless sissy, Ms Orange, what a nipple implant
is," Goddess Chanazene said. Now her words were slurred,
and John Phillips could tell that there was anger in there,
but for other things long past.
The temple was silent. Few had had to have nipple implants.
But those who had, had spoke of the strangeness, the pain,
the curse of it.
Ms Orange coughed, then began to explain, medically, what
nipple implants were. "The process is this. We, I and Dr.
Grey, clamp your nipples, distend them. We cut around your
etherthia, you would call them the milking glands, insert a
small round very soft plastic tube. The tube has small
bumps, or nodules inside and outside. Your entire nipple
goes into this distension. After, we tattoo woman's aerola
around it, and a few bumps, and then you are done. It will
look exactly like a female breast. Except that it is very
visible. It is not painful, the process. Your tits,
usually, are numbed," Ms Orange looked back at Goddess
Chanazene, who nodded. "But they are very sensitive forever
after. If anyone even touches them, you will feel pleasure,
and pain. And to ensure that the graph takes, we pierce
your nipples, though the plastic. This makes them almost
impossible to remove."
John Phillips was already stunned, looking at the fine
polished floor, avoiding.
Goddess Chanazene was feeling intoxicated, and gloating.
"Ms Grey, explain the results."
John Phillips glanced, furtively and back again. Ms Grey
was dressed in grey leather. She was the only one not
wearing a dress or skirt. Instead it was a one piece body
suit and her hair, also grey, was in a bun. She wore horn
rimmed glasses and a stethoscope.
She said, calmly and dispassionately "useless sissies'
nipples, as well as the piercings will always be visible.
Even padded bras would barely conceal them. And, they will
always tingle. A slight pain, till touched. Then it is an,
from what I have learned from reading and interviews,
excruciating friction of lust and pain." She paused.
"Goddess Chanazene, as you know, I am pleased with this
finding."
"Good. Spin the wheel, useless one."
Broken, John Phillips spun. This time, incredibly, it fell
on sissy's choice.
"Choose a present to keep with you, uselesssissy."
John Phillips had many thoughts about this. Shooting
Goddess Chanazene would be a fine present to keep with him,
he thought. He said, "sissyuseless would like an anklet, if
sissyuseless might be allowed." He heard a titter from the
crowd. He had forgotten them.
There was a box of anklets, bracelets, necklaces behind the
wheel.
Goddess Chanazene again sipped her wine. "You may. Mistress
Satin, please find her an anklet."
Mistress Satin strutted over and began to find the
lightest, kindest anklet, but Goddess Chanazene
interrupted. "There is a good heavy gold one. I think I
care for sissyuseless, so I will give her the best."
Mistress Satin found it, strutted back, knelt and placed it
around John Phillips ankle.
He felt the weight of it, and tears and horror and fear and
terror, he found that he liked it. It felt good. It
reassured him that he was in a mindless place run by a
shrewd but drunken lady with hate in her for things that
had gone on before.
He spun the wheel, the last few times. He was lucky. Three
delicate anklets. Mistress Satin bade him to sit, thank
Goddess Chanazene for her mercy and then they were back in
their pews.
My feet hurt. Everything hurts. And it's only started. He
wept. He felt lonely and a need for Mistress Satin and her
hug, and despised himself for it.
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