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Intro to Sissies XII
Madam Magenta clicked towards John Phillips, swaying. Now
She was awake and focused. John Phillips looked her in the
eyes and saw that now She was excited. It was Her turn now.
"Kiss me," She said. "Kiss me like man kiss me."
Tottering on his heels, feeling the plug push out of him
only to get pushed back in by the fat rubber strap, he
leaned forward and touched her lips. They were coated with
lipstick and lip gloss and he felt the softness of them
even as Madam Magenta parted her lips to let his tongue in.
He looked in her eyes and now, they were not bored, they
were not empty. They were hungry.
He forgot about Mistress Red, Mistress Satin, and Mistress
Orange. He kissed her, and thrust his tongue into her mouth
fiercely. He felt her respond and he put his arms around
her and pulled her to him. Her tongue danced with his,
flickering and flighty and darting, gracing his teeth,
rolling around his tongue, drawing back and feisty again.
He felt himself harden. This kiss was even better than
Mistress Satins had been days before.
She drew away, pushing him off. "Good man kiss, but you
sissy. Sissy don't kiss like that. Sissy kiss like I kiss.
I man kiss you, you kiss me like I kissed you."
John realized now that this was still training. He had
forgotten where he was. What he was becoming. That kiss.
That kiss...
Madam Magenta kissed him again, but now She was forceful,
cramming her tongue into him, deep. He felt himself
gagging. She drew away.
"I man kiss you. You sissy kiss me. Again. Flick your
tongue."
She kissed him again, but there was nothing of the delight
as before. Now Madam Magenta was cramming her tongue into
him and he was trying to flicker with it. He heard Mistress
Red click over to his right.
Mistress Orange was coaching him softly. "Take the tongue.
Love his tongue. Need the man tongue."
Then Madam Magenta began to writhe against him as he began
to figure out how to respond to the forceful invasion of
his mouth. She crammed her tongue down his tonsils and
moaned. Then She stopped and moved away, panting.
"Good sissy kiss. Man kiss go deep. Take man kiss. Love man
kiss. Good sissy."
Then She turned to Mandy, the Eurasian. And practiced on
him. John felt himself getting hard again and tried to
think of something else, but he couldn't as he watched them
kiss. Mandy apparently had no man kiss, because she
received no advice and Madam Magenta became quickly aroused
and pushed him down and straddled him.
Then she was grinding into him and moaning. "Goo si kisser.
Goo -"
"Enough!" Mistress Orange commanded. "Let's move on. Madam
Magenta, I think Mandy knows how to sissy kiss. And
useless, Joan, will get it too."
"Yes, Mistress," Madam Magenta apologized, smoothing her
skirts, cooling off. She was hot.
"Now," Mistress Orange said, looking at Mandy getting up,
his arousal clear, "sissies don't get to lick pussy often,
except usually to clean out her man come. But sometimes
they do, and you need to know how to do it right."
Madam Magenta, flushed, went over to the table and picked
up two plastic vagina parts. "Kneel. Sissies always kneel
when licking pussy."
She handed one of the fake pussy plastic things to Mandy
and another to him.
He knelt.
Mistress Orange said, "Lick and moan. Praise your goddess.
Lick it and beg."
John Phillips began to lick the plastic pussy, with its
fake hair and fake opening and felt foolish, but said only.
"Hmmm, pussy is pussy. Love is love. Sissy love pussy."
"Practice for a while."
Mistress Orange went and sat down. Mistress Red looked
bored, fingering her whip. Madam Magenta looked hot and
sweat lined her forehead. John looked at Mistress Satin,
but her eyes were closed.
He licked and licked and licked some more, moaning all the
time. His tongue got sore. He glanced at Mandy and saw that
she was simply going at the plastic pussy like it was
yesterday's sexdinner.
An hour passed.
"Now... joansissy, lick Madam Magenta. Show her you know
how."
Madam Magenta leaned back on the table, rolled her skirt
up, and showed off her shaven leaking pussy. She had three
piercings.
She said, "Man's lick pussy bad. So hasty. Women lick pussy
better. They knows. Sissies lick bestest. Because if they
don't, they gets punished. Lick me, joansissy."
John Phillips crawled across the tiles to Her and pushed
his sore tongue in, throwing aside the plastic practice
pussy.
He delved his tongue into her fiercely, only to hear Her
say, "Sissies take time, they have forever."
He softened, eased off and licked her deep, feeling her
close her legs around him and push his head in deeper.
"Slowly, softly. Don't man suck me. Sissy suck me. Be
sissy. Be happy. This is one place sissy can belong."
Now John Phillips was aroused. Madam Magenta had scented
her pussy and he felt proud that he was arousing her and
was gentle and patient, and she pushed his head deeper and
writhed.
"Yes! Yes! Good sissy! Good! Please me. Please me now. Now
now nowwwww..."
He tasted her come and felt her climax and was happy. He
had never licked pussy before, not even when Maria had
begged him too. And inside, he wondered why he hadn't. He
thought, if I had, would it have changed things? Would I
not be here?
Madam Magenta released him from her thighs with a satisfied
sigh, followed by a giggle, and slapped him away. "Mandy's
turn."
John Phillips watched as Mandy crawled over and started to
do what he had done. He glanced at Mistress Orange. She was
entranced. She darted her eyes to him.
"I love sissies, useless. There is nothing better than a
foxy man obedient and slutty. Nothing."
An hour passed and his knees got sore, but then Madam
Magenta came again, this time louder and she was pounding
her hands on Mandy as she came. Then she pushed him away,
and they were kneeling side by side.
Mistress Orange spoke finally. "A sissy needs to know how
to kiss like a sissy. And a sissy needs to know how to lick
a female effectively. Now you do, though you will train at
this for a long time. But sissies don't usually get to kiss
or lick. They, you. Are cocksuckers. That is what sissies
are made for."
She started pacing back and forth, lecturing. "A woman has
no use for a sissy. Sissies are basically useless. Except
in certain circumstances. A married woman loves her husband
to be a useless sissy and to watch her fuck another. And
please her after and clean up and dress like the bimbo he
wanted her to look like. A woman has no use for you, except
to degrade you. And take your money. A woman would rather
have a real man, or a good woman, instead of a sissy. So
don't think you'll be getting to lick a woman's clit or
kiss a woman's mouth. It won't happen. Not often, but you
need to know how."
She clicked her heels. "But you do need to know how to suck
cock. Because real men do enjoy sissies. It makes them feel
good. Men can't hit a woman. Not really, but they can hit a
sissy. Most men don't degrade a woman, but they can degrade
a sissy. Madam Magenta, please continue."
Madam Magenta went over to the table and picked up three
plastic cocks, life colored but very large and wide and
bigger than John had ever been. She handed one to Mandy and
another to John.
"Watch me. Swirl your tongue under and over and then deep
and out and in."
His knees hurt, his ass hurt, the plug going in and out,
out and in. I wish I could just take this off and out! And
his feet were pinched in the high heels. But he practiced,
glancing at Mistress Red. She looked like She was asleep,
but he knew that She wasn't. Just patient.
John Phillips sucked the plastic cock. An hour passed. He
sucked it and he wished school would end and he could go
back to the dorm, maybe have a cigarette and veg somehow,
although he didn't want at all to see babysissy again.
Ever. All the while, Madam Magenta paced, sucking her
plastic cock, and telling him and Mandy how to deep throat
it, love it, need it, want it.
"Now we practice real. Mandysissy, get on this stool. Kiss
Joan, I suck you like sissy suck. Joan, kiss Mandy. Mandy,
do not come."
Mistress Red spoke. "Any sissy that comes without
permission will be punished. I can't wait."
Mandy got on the stool, looked into his eyes, and kissed
him gently, just parsing kisses. John looked back and felt
a stab of angst and fear. Mandy's eyes were open and deep
and showed him love and need and pain. He felt that, and
knew that, for some reason, Mandy was particularly
attracted to him. Maybe it's just because I protected her,
and took the whip. But it wasn't. He knew that. It was
something else. He couldn't help himself liking Mandy back,
and it had nothing to do with how pretty she was.
Madam Magenta watched, pacing. "Now you kneel, joanuseless.
Suck Mandy, good and slow, like Magenta show you."
He knelt. Mandy's cock was at attention. It was small,
circumcised, and carried one piercing. He wondered about
that, for a moment, before, glancing around, began to bob
on in like he had just been told to.
It felt funny this, sucking another mans cock, even if he
was beautiful. Even if he had practiced on plastic. But the
whole world was insane and he took it into his mouth, and
began to go back and forth....
"No, useless. Fast slow, not slow slow. Boring." Madam
Magenta exclaimed. "Learn better, lean in. Please the
pleaser."
He focused in, and felt and watched Mandy's little penis
slide in, and then out, of his mouth, seeing her pelvis get
close and less close, hearing her moan. He felt her begin
to tighten. He could feel it in the hands he had around her
buttocks as he pushed back and forth. Mandy was ready, very
ready and he, he wanted it!
"Stop!"
Now Mandy's penis was steel hard. She backed off.
Shuddering... she whispered, "Oh my, that was close." Mandy
looked over to John.
"Good joansissy." John Phillips looked sideways as he
withdrew and saw Madam Magenta in happy eroticism and was
strangely pleased. "Sissies switch now."
He stood on the little bench. Madam Magenta knelt down and
began to slurp him. Mandy began to kiss him. He stood
still, his little sissy penis flaccid and put in Her. Mandy
tongued him.
He thought of baseball. That was safe. Then he felt his
arousal grow as Madam Magenta expertly made him notice and
grow stronger. He thought of Mistress Satin. He thought of
Marie.
He felt himself become very hard and thought of Mandy.
Mistress Orange commanded, as if from a distance, "No
coming useless. This is training."
Mistress Satin suddenly became alert. "Don't! You! Dare!"
Madam Magenta was riding his cock and wanted to pull away,
but suddenly he found himself ramming Her face into his
groin and his cock and she wasn't biting at all, but
twirling, sucking, asking, begging for it. It felt that way
to him and suddenly he hardened and spent and come, built
up for so many days, came spewing into her mouth. It was
incredible. He was joyriding the most best orgasm he had
ever started, and then everything went to shit and
bedlam...
He was still coming as things went into slow motion.
Mistress Red flicked her whip and lashed and he felt it
strike him in the thigh.
Mistress Satin spoke, "Oh Gawd, no useless, no."
He barely heard them. Madam Magenta bucked her head back,
spewing out his come and screaming....
"Gaad, sissies come. Sissies come." And hacking out trying
to expel his come in convulsions.
Mistress Orange approached him and spoke menacingly,
through a void of his space, "Okay, that's it, to the
infirmary. Let me confirm."
His come flew into the air. And spurted. Gawd but She was
good....
Mandy said, "Oh! That's come."
Madam Magenta was roiling on the floor, trying to hack his
come out of her, mewling, "Sissy poison. Sissy, ack."
Then the audio blared and there was Goddess Chanazine on
the video screens built everywhere. "Useless will go to the
infirmary now. Nipple implants, E cups and some new
additions."
Her striking face, arresting all of them, John spurted one
last drop, finished with this.
"Marie has been watching and is pleased, useless."
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