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Intro to Sissies IX: The Meting of the Punishment Part Four
By latexslut
"Who's next," Goddess Chanazine demanded, looking at
Mistress Satin knowingly.
John Phillips stood there, on the stage, his ankles and
toes hurting from the high heels he had been wearing for
all of three hours. But somehow the stockings felt so very
good, so sheer. He wanted to go back to his chair and be
part of the audience, instead of here, but he hadn't been
dismissed, so he didn't dare. His mind was roiling with the
things that had been and were to be done with him.
Fleetingly, he thought of his wife, Marie, loving her,
missing her and hating her and how she had brought him
here.
Mistress Satin's hands fluttered, and smoothed her tight
satin skirt unnecessarily, nervously. "babysissy is next,
Goddess Chanazine. I... I... er... I don't know what
happened Goddess, I only took my eye off her for a moment.
Magenta was in charge of watching over her, b-but it's my
responsibility."
"Yes," Goddess Chanazine agreed, her voice menacing. "It
is. And your neglect was for much longer than a moment! In
fact, if the tapes show correctly, and I am sure they do,
you were receiving a blowjob from bunny for almost an hour.
Weren't you?"
"Y-yes, Goddess," Mistress Satin said meekly, dry washing
her hands. "I'm sorry."
"You will be. babysissy, get here."
John Phillips was mystified. What could have happened that
would make Mistress Satin so nervous? What did babysissy
do? She hadn't seemed nervous earlier.
babysissy stepped clumsily down the aisle and up onto the
stage, happily sucking her pacifier, and stood next to him.
She tried to cop another feel, but he caught her hand and
twisted her little finger. Baby yelped and glared. Goddess
Chanazine, staring at Mistress Satin, took no notice.
"In your words, Mistress Satin, what did babysissy do?"
Mistress Satin gathered herself up, breathed and then
stated, calmly, "Goddess Chanazine, babysissy snuck into
the bathroom, lowered her diapers and used the toilet to
defecate and piss, despite knowing that this was explicitly
against the rules that were determined by her Mistress,
myself and You."
"And who takes final responsibility?"
"I do, Goddess Chanazine."
"Yes. You do... You do indeed."
John Phillips watched, mesmerized and befuddled. This place
is a fucking nuthouse, he thought. Chanazine turned to Dr
Grey.
"How much time to the competency hearing?"
Dr Grey whispered, but John heard it clearly. "There is
only 41 days left before Mr. and Mrs. Phibert must appear
before the courts and have Mr. Phibert declared insane."
"At which point?"
"At which point, Mrs. Phibert will become power of attorney
over Mr. Phibert and assume custody of his corporation,
estates, and of course, monies."
"The value of which is?" Goddess Chanazine was whispering,
but looking at John Phillips, making sure he heard, playing
head games.
"Approximately one point two billion dollars, Goddess."
"And my cut?"
"Five percent, or approximately sixty thousand dollars."
Chanazine took another sip of wine, stubbed out her ever
present cigarette and lit another. "I guess when that is
received, we can give everyone a day off." She smiled.
"Miss Orange, please give useless sissy the items that
babysissy will be wearing from now on." This she said loud
enough for the room to hear.
Miss Orange, looking splendid in her orange PVC skirt and
orange hair and orange high heels and orange eye shadow
with long, long lashes, strutted down the spiral staircase
to the stage, carrying a picnic basket and handed it to
John Phillips.
"Take the items from the basket and describe what they are,
useless sissy."
John Phillips opened the basket and pulled the top garment
out. "T-this," he stuttered, unsure, nervous, "is a pair of
rubber, er underpants. Er, there are lots, hundreds of tiny
holes."
"babysissy, you will wear these all the time, except when
useless is giving you a sponge bath and changing you. You
will never shower or bath again. You will be as clean as
useless makes you. Once a day. useless is, after all, your
buddy. Correct, Mistress Satin?"
"Yes, Goddess Chanazine," She said, looking crestfallen.
"This is a butt plug, I er, I mean, sissyuseless thinks."
John Phillips paused, then looking at Goddess Chanazine's
expectant face, continued. "It is extremely large and fat.
It is er, about six inches long and two inches wide. It,
er, tapers just a little."
"Good. Next."
John Phillips pulled out a bundle of cloth. It was thick,
and fibrous. To him it felt like fiberglass. "uselesssissy
isn't sure what this is, Mistress Goddess Chanazine."
"It's a diaper, useless. A lot of diaper, but not much
absorbency. Baby will wear this over her holey rubber."
Chanazine cackled at that, as did her ladies of color.
"Next."
John Phillips picked out the last item. "This is a rubber
pair of bloomers. It appears to have a chain at the waist
and legs. There is, now, I, I mean, useless sissy sees
there is a lock."
"Yes, there is." Goddess Chanazine looked approvingly at
him. "This is your task useless. Baby will wear all of
this, as well as everything else, all the time. She is not
allowed anywhere near a bathroom again, for as long as she
shall live. You will change her diapers each night, sponge
bath her, brush her teeth if necessary. And she is to be
locked into this always except when you are doing this.
You, useless sissy are the key holder, as they say. And one
other thing."
Goddess Chanazine threw a prescription bottle at John
Phillips. It missed wildly, but then rolled to his feet.
"Give her two of these pills each evening. They are
diuretics. And useless, if you do well and succeed, I may
even give one of your breasts a reduction."
John Phillips mind was tired. He was becoming accustomed to
insanity, in the few short hours he had been here, so now,
as Chanazine barked laughter, as some of the gurls in the
audience began to chant, "Deepshit, deepshit!" he only
blinked, did his best at a curtsey, and said, "useless
sissy thanks Goddess Chanazine for the honor."
"Good gurl, useless one," Goddess Chanazine said and then
adjusted her gaze to Mistress Satin. "What are your
measurements today, Mistress Satin?"
Mistress Satin had watched the exchange and sentencing with
foreboding, knowing that useless sissy would screw up and
then it would be on her all over again. Now she dry washed
her hands again, this time so hard, that she broke a nail.
"42D, 22, 36. Goddess Chanazine."
"Yes, and you look it too. Lovely. Now you will be a double
D." Goddess Chanazine sighed. "You should start being more
careful, Satin, or I might give you and yours to Whip. I
don't think you would like that." She paused, sucked in
some more nicotine, swept her eyes across the room. "Now,
children, go play."
At this point, all the beautiful ladies of color stood and
raised their arms out. John Phillips watched as the gurls
in the audience leaned forward against the pews in front of
them and bowed their heads towards the cushion in front of
them - the row in front simply knelt and kissed the ground.
Mistress Satin and baby sissy knelt also, and he quickly
and clumsily followed suit.
Mistress Pink solemnly intoned, in a husky voice, "You came
here as bugs, man bugs, cruelly put upon this world, that
took, and hurt, and lied and forced your evil presence upon
others. Goddess Chanazine, in her might and wisdom, is
redeeming you to become. To become wanted, servile, and
desired by all. Men, women and even sissies like
yourselves. Go now, in gratitude of Her."
In unison, all of them said, "Amen." Weird.
John Phillips looked up to see the last of the ladies of
color leaving the balcony through the door behind them, and
now there were only them, the sissies and the male
Mistresses in charge of them.
"You were supposed to be mine!" A voice, the gutter voice
of Mistress Whip hissed and shouted at the same time. "And
I will get you!"
He winced, avoiding looking at Mistress Whip. He stood,
wobbly, noticing how everything slid on him, the fine
stockings, laddered as they were, rubbing over his hairless
legs; the plug adjusting itself inside him; the clans come
oozing out and making his ass cheeks and cock slide around
in the plastic cocoon of his panties; the burning of the
stripes from the lashes he had received earlier; the satin
sliding over his rigid corset; the strange feel of gloves.
Weird, and it bothered him that it felt good. Too good. His
left hand lowered, to just give his semi hard cock a
stroke, but he stopped, aghast.
Here he was on a stage, in public, and he had almost
touched himself, whilst decked out like a sissy. And there
was nothing to please him, but the massaging clothes. He
shuddered, gathered himself and was pleased that Mistress
Satin put a gentle hand on his shoulder and said, "Time to
go."
They filed out, staying far behind Mistress Whip and Her
clan and in a bunched group, walked back towards the
elevator that had got them there. John Phillips staggered
on, man stepping in simple four inch heels that had become
quite painful, and annoying to him. And babysissy was
beginning to sound like a drill in the right temporal lobe
of his brain.
She sucked on her pacifier, walking right next to him,
close to him, and chatted, continuously. "babysissy is so
happy. You will be baby's mommy, useless." Suck suck suck,
Pop. "babysissy can't wait for you to change me, and touch
me and caress me." Suck suck, pop. "babysissy will give you
clean poo. Baby will hold it as long as baby can." Suck
suck suck, pop. "We'll be sisters. Baby will share my
cigarettes, and my liquor and my love. Baby loves you,
useless."
Magenta said, "babysissy, just shut up. Useless has enough
on her mind. Stupid new ass fish or no, the poor thing is
going to get nipple implants."
babysissy said nothing, but shut up, for the most part. She
suckled noisily on her pacifier though.
The rest of the journey back to their dorm continued in
silence, interrupted only by the cadence of their heels.
John Phillips felt, vaguely, that Mistress Satin was very
down. He wanted to say something, but didn't.
At the dorm, the gurls split up and followed their
different paths. Bunny and Nurse went straight to their
room and began fondling each other. Others clustered in the
kitchen, going about getting pops or food or chatting as if
nothing had just happened. Mistress Satin leaned against a
wall, and shakily lit a cigarette.
John Phillips need for nicotine woke again. "Baby sissy, be
a good girl and show me your toy box. Useless sissy wants
to see what kind of cigarettes you have."
"Okie dokey. I have lots and lots. You can touch the boxes,
but don't open them. Okay?"
"Of course," he lied, then said sarcastically. "We wouldn't
want to open them. What if they were empty inside."
Baby gave him a quizzical look, edged by concern. "That
wouldn't happen. I don't think."
The room smelt vaguely of ammonia. Posters covered the
walls. Most of them featured clowns and now John Phillips
realized where baby got her make up ideas. Here was one
that was a smiley face icon, and there was one that said
Have a Sunny day. It pictured a sun with an idiotic grin on
it. To John, it felt strangely disturbing. There was a twin
size bed covered with plastic linen, a chest, a vanity and
nothing else. No lights at all.
Baby opened the large chest sitting at the foot of her bed,
smiling back at him proudly. In the chest, like jewels of
treasure, were packs of cigarettes of all brands, little
shot bottles of liquor. Tequila, Whiskey, and so on. Mixed
in were bracelets, earrings, a glove, a condom. And many
lighters.
John Phillips could wait no more. Patience thin, now
evaporated, and he shoved baby aside and took a pack of
cigarettes and a lighter, and began peeling the cellophane
off.
Suddenly there was a high-pitched screech that started
about four octaves above normal and continued to rise.
"Don't open the box. Don't open the box! They are my boxes.
Mine! Mine Miiinnnne!"
John Phillips finished opening the box, ignoring the noise,
needing.
Baby jumped on his back, screaming, but he shook her off
roughly, rotating so that she flew onto the bed. "Missy
Satin, he's stealing!" He opened the pack of Marlboros and
took one out, marveling at it briefly. Baby jumped on top
of him from the bed, and now John Phillips made a grave
mistake. He flipped her over him, to the floor, and kneed
her in the stomach. While she huffed, he looked at the
cigarette, put it to his lips, flicked the lighter and
brought it to his mouth and
Mistress Satin's hand reached out to take the cigarette
from his mouth, crushing it. "How dare you!"
John Phillips looked up to see Mistress Satin hovering over
him, glanced to see all the other gurls of the clan bunched
in the doorway, and didn't have time to react to Satin's
gloved hand slapped him nine ways to Thursday. He tumbled
and in a flash, baby was hitting him with baby fists that
almost tickled.
"No one hurts anyone in the clan, unless they deserve it,"
Mistress Satin hissed, furious. "I thought you were smart,
useless, and a pretty good person. But clearly, I was
wrong."
The criticism hurt more than the slap, and for some reason,
John Phillips voice quavered, "I just needed a cigarette."
"You could have asked. Me, some of the other clan, perhaps.
But instead, you just took! You bastard." Mistress Satin
raised her eyes to the ceiling and then glared back at him.
"Idiots learn, useless, or they are made to learn. Go to
the bench in the kink zone. Now."
Baby bit his finger, hard, and without thinking of the
trouble he was already in, John Phillips punched her in the
face. Baby immediately began to scream again. Mistress
Satin kicked him with her shoe, the other gurls hissed in
dismay and came into the room, some to console Baby, the
others to grab him.
Terrified, but dazed, John Phillips felt them grab his
kicking legs and drag him.
"Magenta, get the latex hood. Fill it with mayonnaise,"
commanded Mistress Satin, her voice edgy with emotion,
sadness, anger. "Nurse, the duck tape."
"No. Please. I didn't mean any---" Bunny smacked him and he
saw stars.
Someone took off his wig. Another closed his nostrils till
he opened his mouth and then crammed a short fat cock shape
into it. Someone else was smearing his head and face with
white slippery mayonnaise. The smell assaulted his
nostrils.
"Close your eyes, usesless, or you will go blind," said
Nurse.
John Phillips, his eyes wider than ever, slowly ceased his
struggle, shook his head, "please..."
"Useless," Mistress Satin said, "there is no room for any
mistakes or any misunderstandings here. Any made, get
fixed. Immediately. And as they say, with extreme
prejudice. Close your eyes, unless you want the sting of
mayonnaise and sweat washing into them."
Suddenly crying, it couldn't get any worse, I only wanted a
cigarette, he closed his eyes to blackness. He felt the
tape fasten on him, his eyes, sealing. Then the hood began
to slip over him, covering his head, his ears, his cheeks,
his face, his mouth, sliding and damp and slippery and
close and closed. His hearing went muffled, but the sound
of the zipper sliding down the back of his head was loud.
Mistress Satin was saying something, but it was all muffled
and he was huffing, mewling. He breathed furiously through
his nostrils. There was a tug around his neck, and then a
loud click.
He felt himself flopped over the bench and his hands cuffed
to the cuffs, like earlier in the day. His legs were spread
and cuffed. And the whipping began.
Interlude
Edwardo was afraid.
When he had first begun to romance Marie, she had been
timid. Then he had fucked her and fucked well and good. It
was weird, and it was like she was waking up. She had
scratched him, the pink bland nails digging deep.
The next time, Marie was an animal. Fuck me and fuck me
deeper, was all she said and he did, and he did, and still,
she wanted more. It was going outside of his expertise. He
knew that a trigger had been turned when he saw Marie
fucking the sink faucet. The water was spilling, she was
coming and she said he, Edwardo, was a whore. And now, he
was getting worried.
"Did you see my slut? My super-sized sissy slut getting
fucked by all those sissies?"
Edwardo, clean, smooth and Latin, had seen, but pretended
not. "I have eyes only for you, Marie."
"Fuck you! My husband, my maid! Oh yes."
Edwardo said, "If you think so, Marie, then of course."
And now Marie began to chant. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,
and fuck me." She writhed upon herself and her thoughts
went askance. She was going kinky, and somewhere in her
mind, Marie thought, I can be a bitch. I am a bitch. "Show
me the movie again."
Edwardo punched the button and the tape played, yet again.
Marie watched her husband getting used. Used and repeatedly
used. "God, that makes me so hot." And Marie came. Again.
She shuddered, and shuddered again, as she came by herself
and for moments lay still. Then Marie said, "Always.
Always."
"Always what?"
"Always my sissie. My husband always a sissy. It makes me
so, so hot. I don't even need him here. Just to know. Oh,
oh, sissy makes me come!"
And Marie came again.
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