A Tale Of Two Sissies
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Intro to Sissies XI
By latexslut
"...now," Ms Orange announced, "your training begins."
John Phillips stood still, and listened to his heart begin
to beat faster. Sweat formed on his forehead and in his
groin and butt, where the plug held in yesterdays come. He
would obey, he would obey. In his entire life, he had never
been whipped until yesterday and yesternight, and he had
never even conceived of the pain it could bring. The first
stroke hurt, and the second and the third. They all hurt,
but the worst was not even knowing when it would end. Last
night had seemed endless. The timing of the whip had been
unmerciful. There would be a lash on his thigh and then
nothing, and he would slowly fade, inside his silent hood,
to sleep, only to be panic waked by another. Then he would
be rigid, waiting, expecting, the next blow. But slowly he
would relax, until just as his head was falling, it would
happen again. That was how he had spent the night, bent
over the bench, ass in air. He knew he hated baby sissy. He
knew he was tired. The adrenaline pump was running low,
despair running high.
Now, he would do anything. Anything at all that he had to
do. John knew he wasn't broken, he didn't know if deep
down, he could ever break, but he knew he had become very,
very flexible. He had lived an every day life in an every
day world with luxury at his fingertips. That was all gone
to him now, memory.
He looked at Mistress Magenta, who looked at him back, eye
to eye. Her eyes were beautiful, almost compassionate, but
still there was distance to them, that made him think that
She had seen this all before and he was just another. Just
another sissy in training.
"Take off all of your clothes, except for your plastic
pants and plug. Assist each other with your corsets.
useless, in this room, you will be called joan. Suckee, you
will be called mandy."
The Eurasian sissy, now mandy, presented her back to him,
so he could unlace her and he did, amazed at her slight
waist and body, then turned around and she did the same,
but dragged her nails lightly down his back. It felt good
and he didn't like it. Now, in unison, they turned and
removed their shoes, unpinned their stockings, and lowered
their corsets. Now they stood almost naked.
"Fucking little sissyshits," muttered Mistress Red, eyes
glowing, cradling her whip.
"Good," Mistress Orange said. She turned and got from the
shelf behind her two baking pans and gave one to John and
the Eurasian. "Set these down behind you."
They did.
"Good sissies. Now, lower your plastic pants, squat, remove
your plugs, and expel all of your precious come onto the
pan."
John Phillips lowered the purple plastic pants, glanced
over to Mistress Satin. She didn't meet his eyes though,
seeming to be interested in a corner by the ceiling far
away. He lifted his legs out of the plastic pants, and
reached behind him to remove the plug.
Finally, he thought, to get rid of all of this. The plug
hurts, being full is so uncomfortable.
"You will learn to love being full," Ms Orange said, as if
reading his thoughts. "I trust both of you were enemaed
yesterday, before being filled?"
"Yes Mistress Orange," they said in unison.
The Eurasian had a slightly higher voice, and more eager
too, by the sound of it. 'She wants to be here!' thought
John suddenly.
"I wouldn't let them enema, if it were up to me," Mistress
Red said loudly. "I'd mix it all up. The only things
sissyfucks are good for is cock sucking and being a
toilet."
He pulled on the plug and it hurt coming out, but then it
felt better. He could feel the come stream out of him,
sliding and dripping onto the pan. Some of it slid down his
leg, so he opened his legs wider, and pretended like he was
sitting on a toilet.
"Push! Empty yourself of all come," Ms Orange instructed.
John Phillips pushed and it spurted out of his ass, and
now, he could feel that he was almost empty of yesterdays
come. But he still felt coated by it, stained by it, and
knew everything was different now.
"A sissy loves to feel full. Full of come. A sissy loves
come in her ass, there is nothing better," Ms Orange
instructed, now waving a pointer for emphasis. "A sissy
loves this, because deep down, a sissy is selfish, though
she is told not to be. Sissies love swallowing come from a
Man, but a sissy likes it better in the ass. Then they can
save it and eat it later."
John Phillips almost fell over. No way!
Mistress Red lazily twirled her whip, smiling, waiting,
coy.
"Eat it. Drink the come from the pan, and tell us how much
you like it. Turn and stick your sissy ass out to us, so if
we don't hear how much you like it, we can help you like
it," Ms Orange said, in dead tones, instructionally.
John Phillips eyes darted around. Mistress Satin was still
looking at the ceiling, mandy's Mistress looked like she
was sleeping, mandy herself had already turned and was
hungrily lapping at the come that she had just expelled.
Magenta looked vacantly interested. Ms Orange was standing
there impatient. Mistress Red looked ready to whip him.
He turned and began to lap like a dog. It was white and it
was sticky and he licked it. It was salty, and smelt a
little shitty, and he licked it, gulp after gulp. He was
amazed at how much come he had kept inside of him all of
this time, even while he knew he had been leaking.
He glanced left and saw the other sissy lapping it up as if
she had been starved for weeks. She was making happy sounds
of, "Mmm, mmm, this tastes so good, more, mmm, lap,
swallow, mmmm." It made him feel weird.
Mistress Red strode over and whipped him more lightly than
he feared, and whispered, "I can't hear you, fuck sissy."
John Phillips began making noises too. "Hmmm. Come. Useless
loves come. Come is me. Me is come. Come is come. Hmmmm."
It made no sense, he couldn't make sense, but it was a
soft, fakey desirous voice. He tried to keep up with the
other girl. Finally, he had lapped everything up, but for a
tiny little brown nugget, which he recognized as his own
shit.
"Finish up, shit sissy."
He cleft it between his tongue and teeth, and not chewing,
swallowed it whole. He swayed on his knees. His eyes
rolled, and he felt nauseous, but just barely held it
together. No whipping, no whipping.
"I wish you wouldn't have done that, sissyskank," he heard
Mistress Red whisper. "Then I could have had some fun with
you." He heard her click away.
"Good," Ms Orange said, as if nothing had happened or as if
this happened everyday. "Now, exchange plugs, clean them
and then clean each other, of all those nasty come drop
stains."
Before he could move, the Eurasian snatched his plug,
licked it clean and was using his tongue to clean John
Phillips body. It felt good, and this was scary. He was
just thinking that this was...
"By the way," Ms Orange said. "You are in competition. The
most willing sissy gets a treat. The other gets to say
hello to Mistress Red and her friendly whip."
Competition.
He reached for her plug, but mandy let it fall away from
him and when he tried to move, she was holding him, licking
him, not letting him go. He thought, mandy doesn't want to
get whipped either.
But he was bigger, and pushed, and toppled her slightly and
got the plug and now his mouth was cleaning his plug and
then he threw it aside and wrestling managed to get into a
sixty nine position and was licking every dropped cum she
had left behind.
He realized now, though, that he had won this game. The
other sissy was too well behaved and hadn't lost much come
through the night, so he had cleaned her up faster and
said, happily, "useless sissy, all done."
Ms Orange walked around the two sissies, inspecting.
Mistress Red stood there, impatient. "Yes, useless. You
did. I am impressed."
And then the whipping began, and it hurt John Phillips to
watch it. Mistress Red was dressed like a devil and acted
like a devil, and sliced into the little sissy madly, with
rage.
Four whips brought forth sixteen etches of blood. Then
Mistress Red strode back, kissed her whip and murmured, "My
whip, sissy fixer."
John Phillips watched, appalled, hurting. He cried a tear.
He had met eyes before the third stroke and vowed he would
try to help her.
Ms Orange scanned the room. All was as it should be. As
usual. "sissies, go shower. Each other. And remember,
sissies always tiptoe."
...
They bathed each other. The shower was small, so they were
close. John Phillips was gentle and soaped her gently,
aware of the raising bruises from the broken flesh. He was
saddened that she didn't look sad, just pained, as if this
was supposed to be.
He felt her get hard in the shower and he was afraid, for
he felt himself rise too, and this made no sense. She was a
sissy, easily 4 inches shorter than his own 5'7", and he
was a man. Until yesterday.
He kissed her, and she responded, eagerly. He didn't know
what he was doing.
The shower door banged open and Mistress Red was there.
"Sissies." She said with disdain. "Recess is over, you
sissyfuckers."
John Phillips was beginning to notice that Mistress Red
couldn't address them without a degrading adjective. He
feared. He broke with his embrace, embarrassed, and looking
down, took the towel that was too small and began to dry
himself.
"Good," said Ms Orange, appraisingly. "Now we have new
attire for your training."
In each hand she held a plug and a set of rubber straps
that led to a leather waist belt that was six inches wide.
But it was not just a plug, it was huge and fat and long
and impossible. At it's point, it was one inch wide. At the
end of its seven inches, it was four inches wide. It was
red, with spiral colors.
"A sissy should always sit with her legs together, on one
butt cheek, or the other, but never both. Legs should be on
the side, so you can show them off, and your heels. This
will help you remember. Put them in. mandy, help joan.
joan, help mandy. Belts first."
John Phillips strapped the belt around his waist. He didn't
have to think to know that he should make it as tight as
possible. He snugged it tight.
mandy began to push the huge plug into him and he squirmed.
It was fat and got only fatter. She seemed to know what
this was about though. She took the set of rubber straps
from between his legs, wrapped them around to the attached
cup and attached the rubber straps to the back of his waist
belt. The cup pushed the plug, the straps held the cup.
They pushed his plug deeper, but when he tried to push it
out, the rubber straps pushed it back.
"Tighten it by another notch, mandy," Instructed Mistress
Orange.
mandy did and now John Phillips felt like he was tearing,
and the dull fat point of the plug was tickling his
prostrate, or something. He tried to push it out, and it
did, but then the rubber pushed it back in again. He pushed
again, involuntarily, his ass thinking that it wanted to
get this invasion out. It went out, but then the tension of
the rubber straps pushed it in again.
"You will learn to sit on your side. If you sit on this
plug, it will rip you open," Ms Orange said, seeming bored.
"That would a good thing," hissed Mistress Red. "ripped
open and broken sissyshits."
"Now, joan, do mandy's."
John Phillips gently pushed in mandy's plug. He looked
again at the welts on her back, and tried to be gentle. He
pulled the straps, placed the cup, and attached the straps
to the belt as loosely as he could. Over half of the plug
was still hanging out.
"Good try, joan, but no. three notches tighter."
He suppressed a grimace, that would be one notch tighter
that his own, and he felt like he was splitting and then he
pulled the straps and fastened them three notches tighter.
mandy let out a groan, and instantly said she was sorry.
"suckey is sorry to be so slutty."
"Good. Now pay attention. Look at me. Pay attention,"
Mistress Orange said, her voice a little louder, more
commanding. "Right now there are gurls in this compound,
mistresses, Mistresses, madams, and Goddess Chanazene. You
two are the only sissies here. And you will deport yourself
as such. When you accept come, you will lisp. Come for you
is thithyjuith. Say thithyjuith."
John Phillips said, "thithyjuith."
"Again."
"thithyjuith"
"What do sissies love?"
"thithies love thithyjuith."
"Good. Now sissies never walk. They mince and they scamper.
From now on, you will hold your arms akimbo, like so."
Mistress Orange put her elbows flat against her sides,
forearms lateral, wrists limp, fingers hanging vacantly.
"Do this."
They did, in unison. John Phillips felt silly, lispy even.
"Good. Now, sissies never put their heels on the ground.
Ever. Put on these boots." Mistress Orange handed them each
a pair of white knee-high boots with very pointed toes,
high arches, and pencil heels five inches tall.
John Phillips sat on the floor, on one butt cheek, and
pulled on the left boot. It's too small, he thought, as he
crammed his toes in, and my calf hurts. He looked up, saw
Mistress Red waiting there, ready with whip, and forced his
foot in, wishing he had a pair of nylons to help his toes
slide. He zipped up the boot, rolled a bit, and then
crammed on the other boot. His toes were scrunched. He
tottered up, and the full weight and tightness came
through. He stabilized on his heels. And they beeped, a
high-pitched screeching sound. mandy's boots began making
the same sound a second later.
"On your toes!"
He forced himself to push his calves and get on his toes,
tottering back and forth. John was reminded of when
latexsissy would totter back and forth, unable to stand
still. Did she go through this training? His toes hurt
already.
"Good, now both of you will mince around the track. If your
heels touch, they will beep. If they beep, well, Mistress
Red wants them to beep. You are warned."
John Phillips tottered to the track. And began to mince.
mandy was just ahead of him. With every step, he could feel
the monster plug move. In and out, just a little, but it
was unnerving. His toes were getting crushed. Looking down,
he saw that mandy's boots were smaller, the arches higher,
the angle steeper. He heard her groan almost silently.
Then he felt the whip. Mistress Red had moved into the
center of the track. "Faster, shitsissies."
He tried to go faster, but his left heel beeped, and he
cringed. But there was no whip this time, only Mistress
Red's quiet laughter.
"Smaller steps!" Mistress Orange yelled. "A sissy takes
many steps and many steps. But fast. Arms out!"
mandy minced fast and John Phillips just barely kept pace.
One lap. Two. Then three. It was a tiny track, but quickly
he felt himself breaking a sweat, trying to go fast, in
baby steps, not letting the heels beep on him.
"Don't let your knees get ahead of each other! Just above.
Mince! Sway your sissies asses, and let those feet go a
running."
He heard mandy groan, saw her sway a bit. Four laps, five.
His ass was burning as the plug ground into him
"Faster!"
mandy tried to go faster, then faltered, her right legged
twisted and she fell. John toppled into her and they became
a tangle.
Mistress Red's whip was right behind them and She began
shrieking. "sissies shouldn't even be allowed to walk!"
Whip!
"My sissy is chained to my toilet!"
Whip!
"She is my toilet!"
Whip!
John Phillips covered mandy and took the strikes, feeling
his back get ripped. This was not like yesterday's
whippings. Those had been with a single strand. Mistress
Red's whip had four. But he was protecting mandy, and he
felt for her, even as he bit his tongue to hide his scream,
making it bleed.
"Mistress Red, stop," said Mistress Orange quietly,
distant. "sissies, get up. Continue."
John Phillips tottered up, his legs screaming, standing tip
scrunched toe, and helped mandy to get up. "Follow me," he
whispered.
Six laps, seven. He looked again at Mistress Satin, but she
was still entranced by the corner of the ceiling. No help
there, he thought.
"You can rest, when you catch the car," Mistress Orange
said, and placed a small plastic battery powered jeep on
the track. "If it catches you, we will all leave except for
Mistress Red."
The car began scooting around the track and John Phillips
raced to keep up with it.
"joan, smaller steps!"
He took smaller steps and saw the jeep take the turn on the
track and tried desperately to keep up with it. He was
breathing heavily, his dick waving all over the place,
knees close, arms in position, sweat pouring out of him in
rivers. He had no hair to absorb it. He could hear mandy
breathing heavily behind him. She won't last much longer,
he thought.
The jeep was getting away from him.
Eight laps, nine.
Now the jeep was on the opposite side and gaining on them.
And now, John Phillips made a calculated decision. We
aren't going to catch the jeep. I can't handle Mistress
Red. She would kill me. mandy is not a masochist, she's
just weird. I think she's just a wannabe. I have to take
the risk, and hope.
Ten laps, eleven. Now the jeep was even with him on the
other side of the track, making it's winding grinding
noise. He stopped, and let the points of his heels touch
the track, beeping. Mistress Red was glowering at him. He
leapt across the track in a dive and caught the jeep in his
hands, the marble floor grasping his cock and almost
pulling it off, as he slid. He took the jeep in his hands
and mashed it, breaking it. Gingerly, he rolled so as not
to push his plug any deeper and kneeling, presented it to
Mistress Orange.
"useless caught it, Mistress Orange."
Mistress Red's whip bit into him.
"Stop!"
Mistress Satin was standing, face flushed and eyes blazing.
"useless caught the jeep."
Mistress Orange gazed back to her, smiling. "useless
cheated."
"Useless thought."
"Sissies don't think." Mistress Red said, "Mine doesn't.
Not anymore."
mandy kept running the track, stepping over useless.
Mistress Orange said this. "Fair enough. Well done,
useless. You surprise me."
Mistress Satin sat back down, and studied the corner again.
"Good," said Mistress Orange, flat voiced again. "mandy
rest, but stay on your toes, so to speak. You will like our
next lesson. Madam Magenta will teach you how to kiss, and
suck cock."
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