Intro to Sissies XI
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Intro to Sissies X: School, part 1
By latexslut
John Phillips, groggy, felt himself being woken. Someone
had unlatched the cuffs that had kept him bent during the
long, so very long, evening. Someone smacked his hood, but
it didn't hurt all that much. It just squashed the mucous
of mayonnaise and sweat and fear around.
The night had been long indeed. While bent over,
uncomfortable, dead and silent and corseted and plugged,
the heels hurting him, he had been whipped. Sometimes
repeatedly, occasionally random. Sometimes, just as he was
beginning to fade to rest, eyes taped shut, but now, eyes
closing to REM, just to wake him. Just for sport.
He knew not who did it. His ears were muffled by the latex,
but he could suppose. He suspected that it was babysissy
who was spanking him, pushing his plug deeper. He knew the
others of his clan probably participated in the beginning,
when the whipping has been painful and constant. They had
to. But they would have gone to sleep with their sissy
lovers. But babysissy was alone and had nothing better to
do.
During the night, about midway through the never-ending
night, he had gotten a cramp in his calf. He had gotten
those before, occasionally, and to fix the knot in the
muscle, he had always immediately jumped out of bed and
stretched the muscle, leaning forward, rocking it. Bent
over like this, he could only scream into his gag as the
cramp fastened itself to his muscle and bit. The spike
heels, nestled into the floor as they were, wouldn't let
him stretch. The pain had been worse than the whippings,
and longer lasting. It still hurt.
Now he felt himself being raised off the bench, gently.
Someone was unzipping the latex hood. He tottered, but they
supported him. The hood slipped off, and he felt the
residue of it slide down his neck and shoulders.
"Earth to sissy," someone said. He thought it was bunny.
"There, there, take it easy," The voice of Mistress Satin
said, soothing, distant.
Someone swabbed his face and head and neck with a warm
moist towel, sliding off the layers of goo, and it felt oh
so good.
Mistress Satin said. "In our clan, the punishment is
immediate, but then it is done and forgiven. But not
forgotten, useless. Not by us, and not by you. Learn,
useless." She paused. "Now this will hurt a bit."
Suddenly, the protective duct tape was torn from his eyes
and John Phillips could see, but everything was still
blurry.
Magenta said, "Welcome back to the world, useless." She
smiled, not unkindly.
The pain was a flash, and he was surprised that it didn't
hurt more. I didn't expect it, and now it's done. But it
wasn't, he knew that. Down here, in this place, it would
never be done. He thought: it's all existential. He almost
started to laugh at that, but fear protected him.
Magenta led him over to the couch. He fell into it, mashing
the plug into him. He didn't care. It hurt, felt bad, felt
good, felt there and he was so very tired. He didn't care.
Nurse was sitting next to him and held up to him a lit
cigarette. "You look like shit, useless. Sorry about that."
Shakily he reached up his hand, but then lowered it, eyes
darting around. Who will hit me now?
"It's okay, useless," Mistress Satin said, moving to where
he could see Her. "Forgiven, but not forgotten. Take a
moment. It's been a long day for you. And learn. I told you
before, this is a hard place. So play by the rules, and you
will be fine."
It took him a while to fasten his hand around the
cigarette. He had wanted to put it between his middle and
fore fingers - that was how he had always held one, but the
hand was trembling so badly that he just grabbed it with
thumb and forefinger.
"useless thanks you, Nurse," he whispered shakily.
He inhaled. The taste, after so long, was so sweet and
perfect and intoxicating. He exhaled and then blurted out,
"useless is so sorry. Useless will learn." And he began to
cry.
Suddenly, Nurse was kissing him, Mistress Satin was
kneeling before him and Bunny was caressing his sticky
neck. Magenta knelt next to Mistress Satin, rubbing his
calf.
Mistress Satin purred, looked at the ceiling and said,
"useless. This is a hard place. We stand together, or we
fall. Goddess Chanazine makes Her rules and we live by
them. We, the clan, make our rules, to survive them." She
kissed his stockinged knee, all laddered from the
whippings. "You, useless, I think, will be ok. You have
taken punishment from the clan. Be careful of Goddess
Chanazine's domain though. I cannot help you with this. And
be double careful of Mistress Whip. If you become in Her
clutches, then God help you."
John Phillips sucked on the cigarette, the incredibly
delightful cigarette, again, shaking, crying, saddened and
now, apologetic. "useless thanks You, Mistress Satin and
all of you. It is hell here." He cackled, wildly. "useless
feels compassion here, but it's all fucking nuts."
Mistress Satin slapped him, hard, sending the cigarette
flying. "Yes, useless. It is. And no swearing, without
sex." And then She kissed him on the lips, her tongue
darting and withdrawing. She stood back up, picked up the
cigarette and gave it back to him. She turned, "It is 6:47
now. You will need to attend to sissybaby and report to
school by 8. Finish your smoke, and move your sweet sissy
ass." She glared. "Never be late for school, useless."
John Phillips was stunned beyond imagination. The slap, and
then the best kiss he had ever felt before, befuddled him.
He was sucking in his cigarette, feeling the others
closeness, when he heard the hiss.
"babysissy hate you. babysissy want you to clean me up
now." babysissy farted, or shat, a long moist sounding
noise and smiled.
John Phillips looked up at babysissy across the room, anger
roaring through him. Eyes met eyes, and malice was
exchanged. Suddenly John Phillips thought that babysissy
was not stupid and annoying and smelly at all. babysissy
was evil. Simply evil. And he would have to take care of
her. Him, he corrected himself. In this room, no matter how
beautiful, they are all guys. He was astonished by his
sudden acceptance of that fact, status, understanding.
"Get up, useless," Nurse said, standing away. "You have
work to do, before school."
babysissy was sitting on the bed, naked, and he smelled
like shit. The whole room did and the ammonia couldn't fix
that. Her shit covered clothes were on the floor, rank with
pee.
"Be a good girl, baby sissy..." John started, feeling
decidedly ill. He felt himself starting to sweat in fear,
and tried to hide it. He didn't know whether to be angry or
afraid.
"Baby is always a good gurl, you useless sissy," babysissy
hissed, smiling, confident.
John Phillips could feel Nurse's eyes on his back, as he
stood there tottering. In this, I can negotiate, he
thought. I have a witness, a fair one even. "babysissy," he
said more calmly than he felt, "Goddess Chanazine decreed
that only useless sissy could undress you. So, since
useless wasn't here, who undressed you?"
Babysissies' eyes glared evil, then darted behind John
Phillips, saw Nurse standing there, witnessing and the
light in baby's eyes faded to dull sullenness. "They fell
off, mistress useless sissy."
John Phillips said nothing.
"Really they did! Baby is so sorry! Baby was just walking
and they slid right off. Please, mistress useless sissy,
don't tell anyone!" Baby sissy began to shudder.
John Phillips said nothing and didn't move. He made his
eyes glower and squinted. In spite of everything, he was
feeling a tendril of power, like when he used to negotiate
for millions of dollars. Only now, he knew, he was only
trying to not have to touch baby sissy, or clean his
disgusting birdlike body of all the crap that he knew that
babysissy had intentionally messed around everywhere.
babysissy began to weep. "babysissy is sorry. Sorry.
Sorrrrry."
"babysissy better be. And be ready to make amends. Useless
will have to report you, but what done is done. Fetch a
mop, fresh diapers, a bucket, a cloth, whatever. Did you
remove your plug?"
"No! never!"
"Turn over."
babysissy turned over and John Phillips tottered over and
ripped it out, and dropped it on the floor, cognizant of
his own. "Clean this too. Useless will put it back. And not
gently. Since baby already broke all the rules, baby might
as well fix the breaks. Now move."
babysissy squealed at the removal of the butt plug, then
went scurrying, and John Phillips turned to Nurse, who was
still standing in the doorway.
"Very nice, useless," Nurse commented, smoking a cigarette
and looking sexy. She smiled. "I'm impressed."
"uselesss thanks you."
Fifteen minutes later, babysissy had sponge bathed herself,
her little cock and all, mopped the floor, put the dirty
diapers in the pail and all. Now baby sissy was applying
ounces upon ounces of talcum powder on her privates and
around the floor and bed, while John Phillips shared one of
Nurses cigarettes and watched. Over the minutes, he had
seen babysissy grow more petulant, and he knew that this
was going to be an ongoing contest between the insane and
the barely holding on to sane. Me versus it. I will not
become like this!
"babysissy is ready for you to plug me now, mistress
useless sissy," she mewled.
"Turn over then, honeybaby," John Phillips said kindly, not
meaning it, "and hand your mistress uselessisssy your plug,
but kiss it first."
babysissy picked up the plug, kissed it repeatedly, sucked
it a little even and handed it to John Phillips. babysissy
had her wholly rubber pants, diaper, and bloomers around
her thighs. Her little stiffy was small and at attention.
She stuck her ass in the air, spread.
John Phillips thought for a moment, holding it. babysissy
had cleaned it well. The room still stank, but she had
cleaned it thoroughly also. He should be kind, he thought,
and add lubricant, and let babysissy take it slow. Then
draw up this and that, and put on the clean corset and
fresh stockings for baby. He thought about it for two
seconds and rammed the plug into babysissy deep, holding
her by the throat. Quickly then, he pulled up the other
items, even as babysissy screamed, and locked them on.
"Get dressed, babysissy. Corset, stockings and your shoes.
Now."
He tottered away, feeling good with the power, and looked
at Nurse, who still leaned against the doorway, even as
some of the others came running and crowded the doorway
because of baby sissy's screams, chain smoking. He was
surprised to see her recoil and almost drop her
cigarette...
"It was the only way, Mistress Nurse."
"Yes, useless, I know." She said, thinking. After all this,
that we have done to her, the lessons useless has learned,
she's turning, but not into a slut. If she doesn't break,
useless will be a Mistress. For Nurse, the attire
determined the sex, and there were really no such things as
men and women anymore. There was simply dom and sub. Cocks
and pussies were incidental. People were all the same that
way.
"I'm impressed, useless," Mistress Satin said, after the
commotion had faded. "You managed that quickly. I was
afraid we'd be late. But we'll be just on time. Come on."
John Phillips tottered next to Mistress Satin, supremely
confident and swaying in her high heels, thinking very
loudly, his own plug sliding in and wanting to pop out and
lose all of yesterdays come and just be unplugged.
They exited the apartment, went to the elevator, descended,
and strode down the grim cement halls, their heels clicking
out of cadence.
"Speak, useless sissy. I can hear your mind grinding."
"Mistress Satin, useless wishes to know why useless must
take care of babysissy," John Phillips asked, politely.
"useless means after all, she's so gross."
Mistress Satin laughed softly. "useless, you must be broken
first. There are some here who think that the only thing
sissies are good for is sucking cock and cleaning toilets.
Before you can become a madam, you must be a sissy. Before
you can love yourself, you must hate yourself, and love
hating yourself. It is a very complex mindgame."
"But why?"
"Never mind. We are here. The teachers will help you with
that understanding, useless."
Mistress Satin opened a brilliant red door that contrasted
with the gray cement walls, with a key that she took from
her bra. "School time."
John Phillips entered a huge room of general, organized
insanity. There were more kink things in this room than he
could figure, hanging from ropes, chains, on shelves and
more. In the center of the room was polished flooring, most
white, but a track in polished marble of red had been laid,
like a small race track. He noticed all of this in his
first glance and then his eyes were arrested by the most
exotic woman he had ever seen.
She had South American features. Large eyes, high
cheekbones, lovely lips, magenta hair, long neck, huge
breasts. And her eyes met his coyly, strongly. Her mascara
was heavy magenta, her eye shadow equally so, sloe eyed,
with a red strip riding up. Her hair was so long and
luscious and full. She wore a magenta spandex mini dress,
black fishnets, purple five inch knee high boots, and
shoulder length purple PVC gloves. He was stunned. All
things were forgotten in that moment.
Then Ms Orange spoke and he awoke from his trance. "Good
useless, you are on time. We watched you on the screens."
Ms Orange was on the left of Her and someone very scary was
on the right. "This is Ms Magenta, whom I can see you have
seen. And this is Ms Red."
John Phillips almost spat his plug at the sight of Ms Red.
She was dressed in a red latex mini skirt, red latex
stockings and short gloves that covered a red webbing. Her
boots were thigh high and She held a red whip. It wasn't
the crimson hair or make up that scared him, though. It was
the eyes. They must be contacts! He thought. They too were
red, and they looked very, very mean. John Phillips knew
eyes. This was not good.
His eyes darted away, and saw a plump lady sitting. Before
her was the Eurasian he had seen wink at him at the meting
of the punishments. He was amazed at her natural beauty.
She almost looked like Lucy Lui. That must be his Mistress!
All of his vision was filled in moments and with his
tiredness, they almost blurred.
"Sit, Mistress Satin, relax," said Ms Orange, wearing the
same orangeness of yesterday. "And keep your mouth shut."
"Yes Ms Orange. Thank you, Ms Orange."
"Now. Sissies..." Began Ms Orange, calmly, sternly, without
emotion. "Your training begins."
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