A sissy called Jezebel Part XIV
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Intro to Sissies, Part 14
Mistress Satin leaned her curvaceous body into the huge
cathedral doors and they swung open slowly and heavily. She
stepped and beckoned to John Phillips to enter before her.
Sweat beaded his forehead, and not just from the struggle
of mincing alongside Mistress Satin down the seemingly
endless cement corridors to get to Goddess Chanazine's
Temple. That had been a torment: The boots were so arched,
the heels so high and thin, the blue leather dress so tight
that he could barely move his thighs or knees. He had been
forced to run in tiny baby steps, as quick as he could,
click click clicking down the hallway, all the while trying
not to trip over and fall on his face, due to the added
weight around his chest.
Mistress Satin, leading him, seemed to have considerable
more movement in her tight satin skirt, and was so much
more comfortable in her heels. Her corset, which made her
so narrow at the waist, didn't seem to bother her either.
She walked tall and regal, swayed her hips just so. It had
helped him, even as his mind was in turmoil, to just watch
her from behind. It felt soothing.
His corset however, was of stronger and longer stuff and it
had seemed somehow to make him pitch forward and arch up.
He wasn't sure if it was just his awkwardness. In any
event, he had followed as best he could. Sometimes he found
himself running like a sissy, all pigeon toes, other times
he seemed to do some sort of weird chicken walk, flailing
his arms as best as he could to keep his balance.
Mistress Satin had taken no notice, except when he might
fall behind. Then she would remind him to hurry up, that
they were late. She hadn't said much else, but what she did
say, was important to him. He would remember it later and
take solace from it.
It was the fear that truly made a bead of sweat tear up and
slide down his eyelid and land on his cheek, made a stir of
the colors of his eye shadow.
The first time John Phillips had been here was a week ago.
It was also the only time, so far. Then he had been dressed
in a corset, plastic panties, a strange device in his ass,
stockings, and strange high heels. He had been ugly and
bald and sissy and terrified. He had just finished
experiencing things he didn't think happened to people and
then seen people he didn't know existed, or could even
exist.
And now he was back. He was still terrified, and even more
uncomfortable. But he had seen himself in the mirror and
knew he was sexy-slutty-crazy-beautiful.
He still couldn't believe what had been done to him, but he
couldn't let it clutter his mind.
Now, he drew himself up, and tried to stand as regally as
Mistress Satin. He didn't know why he cared about what the
people inside the temple would think, but he did. He knew
he had disappointed some of them, like Bunny, Ms Nurse, and
the gang in the clan, but he hardly knew anyone else in
there, except of course, Mistress Whip.
He took small steps. Small enough to pretend confidence. He
strode to the edge of the stairs, easy enough to be seen by
all in the candle lit gallery of the temple and stopped. He
moved his eyes over the crowd, seeing the backs of their
heads and long colorful hair. He made his smile tight,
though it trembled. He raised his eyes to the balcony where
Mistress Orange and Red and the others were seated and
tried to look them in the eye. But he couldn't, somehow, so
he looked at the audience of Goddess Chanazine as they
looked forward, whispering to each other in hushed silence.
Madam Magenta had given him a particularly harsh glare.
Bunny was the first to look around. She looked at him,
tilted her head, and then her eyes widened with disbelief
and recognition and appreciation. She began to nod, smiling
and continued to look John Phillips up and down. He felt
embarrassed and proud.
Other eyes followed Bunny's and held the same pattern; awe,
recognition, gazing, desire, jealousy in a few cases. Soon
they were all looking at him. He tightened his mouth,
trying not to smile. Trying not, he didn't want to think
about it. He didn't want to feel proud of being a beautiful
slut. He didn't want to think about how good it made him
feel, how lusty his breasts. He just didn't...
Mandy turned last. There was a knowing smile on her face
and she met his eyes, nodded in approval and turned around
again. Joansissy felt briefly disconcerted.
Mistress Satin hissed, "Enough of your self adoration,
useless. We need to get into our seats."
Joansissy didn't move. He knew he couldn't handle the steps
with grace and it would break the moment.
Then Goddess Chanazine entered, looking her usual dazzling
self, looking right at him, and took her seat, as the
sissies bowed, prayed and mantra'd.
Another bead of sweat formed, and fell, smearing his
eyeliner, and now joansissy found himself trembling, his
knees knocking each other. He was so afraid and so angry
and so confused. Chanazine had stolen his life. She had
made his body transformed. She had hurt his state of mind
to breaking. Now was a time for defiance.
Slowly and trembling, his whole arm shaking, he raised his
right hand and turned the palm toward him and gave her the
finger. He kept looking at her in the eye. His whole body
was shaking now, and he felt himself pee a little.
The sissies in the temple gasped. The Mistresses on the
dais leaned forward, as if wondering what is this? Mistress
Satin moaned. "Not again," and slid to the floor.
Goddess Chanazine eyes opened wide with surprise. Joansissy
felt a moment of joy, of revenge. You stole my life.
"Are you saying fuck me?" Goddess Chanazine's eyes narrowed
into squint. "Are you really saying fuck me, joan useless
piece of crap sissy?"
John Phillips couldn't speak. His hand wavered, but he
brought up the other one and now gave her two fingers.
Goddess Chanazine sat back. She smiled and began to laugh,
softly at first, then wildly. Then tears began to fall from
her eyes from her laugh that came from so deep within. Soon
the Mistresses and then the sissies joined her, realizing
the absurdity of his action.
Like a blink, Chanazine changed her mood. She hissed, "I'm
the one doing the fucking around here, you piece of shit.
I'm fucking you. Can't you feel it? Can you feel the plug?
That's me. Can you feel that corset? That's me. Can you
feel those nice new tits you have? They are mine. Those
heels? Mine. Fuck me? Fuck you!"
John Phillips saw her flush, stand and grow shrill.
"Prisoners who are taken, say they will never talk. But
they do. Oh yes they do. Because under constant pressure
everyone breaks."
"Here, there is constant pressure. You'll never be a sissy?
A toilet slave? A bimbette? You will. Because here, there
is constant pressure." She waved her hand across the room.
"I will break you. I am breaking you. You will be anything
I want you to be. I fuck you. You have no power here. I
have the power here."
John Phillips recoiled from her venom, letting his hands
drop, embarrassed now in addition to shaking. The room had
gone dead silent.
She leaned to the railing. "I own everyone here. They are
mine! You are so stupid. Let me tell you something,
joansissy. I created this universe. Those here, think they
have free time. But it's my free time. And you know what,
you will find that you will have a lot of my free time, as
I constantly pressure you, break you, mold you. Do you know
what I will make you? I will make you despair. And at the
end, you will kneel before me and thank me."
Goddess Chanazine sat back down, glaring at him. Heads
turned this way and that, trying to see what would happen
next.
At last, Goddess Chanazine spoke into a speaker phone.
"Marie, are you there?"
"Um, oh God, that's it. Almost..."
John Phillips rocked back a step. That was his wife, and
she was in heat. He could tell. It hurt. What Goddess
Chanazine had hammered at him was still penetrating.
"Marie, slow your pace, and speak to your husband."
Suddenly all the panels behind the dais went into split
screen television, each panel connecting to a larger
vision. At the top was Marie's face, slicked with sweat,
eyes just barely open, her mouth tight and smiling. Her
hair, her beautiful black hair, hung in sweat streams
lankly.
Below, made huge by the screen, was a glistening fat dick
penetrating her moist pussy. In and out, as she rode it.
John Phillips felt a cry come out of him, as he saw her
ride it.
"Oh God, that's it."
"Focus, Marie."
Marie stopped and sat her beautiful legs and vulva down on
top of the cock. She caught her breath. She opened her
eyes. "Hi, John, how are you?"
He barked a cry. "Marie!"
"Shut up, you slut. I see what you are doing. I see what
you like. Enrique here has too."
"But, Marie?!"
"I said shut up and I mean it!"
"Yes Marie." In spite of himself, he said, "Sorry."
"I told everyone at your work that you went on a hunting
trip. That's why you were gone," She smiled, and started
working Enrique's cock again. On the huge screen it was
twenty inches wide. "Boy, won't they be surprised?"
John Phillips said nothing. He felt himself pee into the
bladder that was inserted inside his anus cavity, filling
it and giving himself an enema. He hated that, but couldn't
stop. Sweat fell, tears fell, and he felt his knees
weakening.
"Johnslut, do you want to see me?" Marie said with sudden
compassion.
His eyes lit up. "Yes. Yes, Marie! Please just take me out
of here. I will do anything, Marie. Everything, you want. I
will be the man you wanted me to be."
Marie, on the screen started humping the fat cock again.
"Too late for that, hon. And no, you stay there where you
belong. But, Your Goddess has arranged for you to come here
on your birthday next week. Isn't that wonderful? Isn't
that nice? Yes that's it, hon deeper into me, got you make
me hot. Sorry, got distracted. Thank your Goddess."
Behind him, Mistress Satin said, "Poor girl."
Now John Phillips fell to his knees, beyond comprehending
why, but knowing how and stunned. "T'thank you, Goddess
Chanazine. I-I'm sorry for..."
"Your friends and business partners will all be here to say
hi, John, so look good."
"Not like, not like this?"
"Of course, John. Just like that. Chanazine told me that's
exactly how you would like it. Or did I tell her? Can't
remember. That's it, so close... so close..."
She began bucking the cock on the screen high and then
deep, pounding it.
Breathless, Marie said, "Goddess Chanazine, if we're all
done here, I have some coming to do."
Chanazine said, "Then go do. We're finished here."
He saw Marie reach orgasm and start to scream in that high
pitch of hers, then the screens went dark.
Chanazine looked at him, smiling. "Her pussy is mine too,
joanuselesspieceofshit. And I AM fucking you. Know your
place."
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