Intro to Sissies XI
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"Spit!"
"Spit my come out now!" Mistress Mandy declared. She hit
him lightly.
John Phillips, aka Joan Useless, aka sissy useless, heard.
Reluctantly, he drooled out Mandy's come onto the tiled
floor. He knew he would have to suck it up later. A little
bit of it dribbled down his chin and onto his leather
dress.
Drip.
"Two minutes," Mandy said. "Any last questions?"
He looked up at her, mind scramble, "Why would Marie do
this do me? That's so much money, no one could spend that
in a lifetime."
"Money infects strangely, Joan." Mandy smiled wistfully,
looking down, her beautiful brown eyes kind. She scrunched
her eyes, thinking. "You are kidnapped, but with no ransom.
Your wife wants it all. And... I think, she needs you
whole, but insane."
Mandy drew on her cigarette, sipped her wine. "I think, but
do not know, I do not know these things, to be honest, but
I think your wife did something very illegal, except of
course, if you are determined to be insane. Legally, she
had no right to preempt you on the claim. Unless you were
insane."
"Joan sissy is not insane!"
"You are. The videos show it, your tits show it. Christ,
with molars pierced in? I think you would have a hard time
proving it in court."
Thinking and calculating, seeing the edges and envelopes,
John Phillips knew that Mandy was right. It is too late
now. I am fucked.
As if Mandy was reading his mind, she said, "Our quality
time is finished. Lick up my come and then get ready to
ride the train."
He knelt and, thinking, but now he wasn't thinking about
Marie, he was thinking to obey, and began to lick up
Mandy's come off the tiled floor. Focus on now. It was a
small puddle, about two tablespoons full and it didn't
taste bad, but he felt humiliated...
"No! no!" Mandy interrupted sternly. "You have to do it
sissy style! Back up! Spread your knees a little wider so
the skirt is tight, make sure your knees are both on the
floor, with your ass sticking as high as it can go."
Joan sissy backed up on his knees, feeling the tightness of
his plug. Some liquid in his enema bag sloshed; his fear
pee, he thought, wanting relief, but the plug has a one way
entrance and was hugely tight. He straightened his knees to
the floor. He felt his dangling molars touch the top edge
of the plasticene shell, sending shivers of lightning down
his spine. He bucked, involuntarily. The corset, reaching
from his chest to high thigh, folded up and tightened in
his stomach. He widened his legs as wide as the leather
dress would allow. He felt exposed and was glad there
wasn't a zipper that could be zipped up. There will be
another day though, he thought, with a different skirt. And
a zipper.
"Better, now cross your ankles and make them pigeon toe
like. Put your elbows all the way to the floor. Now, pull
your hair back with your hands and lock your fingers behind
your neck. You want to be seen."
Joan useless did so and complained. "This hurts."
"Too bad, it looks so sexy and slutty. Now start moaning
and say: 'yes, sissy juice. Useless loves sissy juice'.
Then slowly move forward and lick every last drop, just a
little at a time and keep saying that mantra and only that.
Remember what Ms Magenta said, 'Sissies never rush, they
have all day.'"
He did as he was told; moaning and chanting, feeling
exposed and crushed, his knees and elbows on the hard tiled
floor. Now that he was in a slightly calmer state, he took
time to realize that this was even more embarrassing than
anything he had done before. Most of that had been done to
him, not what he had done. He was vividly aware not only of
Mandy watching him critically, but also that the cameras
were filming him. Goddess Chanazine was probably watching
too. And later, someone would probably edit the film.
"Don't get to close to my come, useless. Stick your tongue
out as far as it can reach, to get a taste of it, savor,
moan, swirl your tongue over your lips and then taste it.
Touch it, moan, mantra, lips, taste. Over and over again."
Joan could just feel the eyes. Who else is watching he
wondered as he stretched his tongue and grabbed a taste to
coat his lips with. It didn't taste bad, but he felt so
exposed. Mandy had clicked around and her double strapped
high heels and shimmering white stockings were just in his
peripheral vision. He couldn't help not like her; she was
the sexiest transvestite he had ever been with. When he had
sucked her little cock, he had been angry to feel a
stirring in his cock, though trapped in leather and latex
and pierced to his plug; it had little enough room to grow.
Seeing the shoes before him made it happen again.
He heard Mandy sip her wine. "My little puddle should last
you about twenty repeats, enough to make your lips nicely
cum-stained. Then continue licking another ten or so times
on the floor where the come was. Like you still want more.
God you are making me so hot, you little slut."
Joan almost looked up, but remembering to be obedient,
reached out with his tongue again, and yet again.
"Every now and then, honey," Mandy breathed. "You want to
give your ass a little wiggle, or rock a bit. At least when
you're overdressed like this, sssllutt..."
Finally, he was done. His tongue hurt a little and so did
his elbows. "Did I do okay, Ms. Mandy?"
"You did wonderful, baby," Mandy said. "Good enough for
seconds. We'll be late, but they can wait. I want more.
Grab my ankles and climb up to my cock, hon."
He reached out to Mandy's slim, slender ankles, sliding his
knees forward for balance and slowly, pulled himself up.
Mandy was shaking with need. The darted, torn dress had
been pulled back and up again, and there was Mandy's cock
again. Only now it was shiny from his dried spit, pinked by
his lipstick and seemed to be bigger. He looked from it,
bouncing as Mandy shook her hips, up her bodice, breasts to
Mandy's smiling eyes. She held a long necklace of silver.
From it hung a tube of crimson lipstick.
"Freshen your lick stick after every blow job, tramp,"
Mandy said kindly, as she hung it around his neck. She
sipped some more wine.
He did, applying a new coat of lipstick over his come
coated lips, and then, without any urging, began to take
Mandy's coffee cock into her mouth again.
Again, he felt his loins swell. His breasts tingled again.
He reached behind her, he pulled her into him, hard in, and
gently out. Mandy wasn't that big and he was horny, needy,
somehow, her kind smile, and could take all of it and still
grind himself into her shaved scrotum. He could feel Mandy
stroking her wig.
How long it went on, he wasn't sure, but Mandy had come
only just before and was much more ready to last this time
and she did. Finally, she began to scream and threw the
wine glass on the bed, and began forcefully pushing him in
and out, her arms planted on his ears, rocking him. Joan
could feel the come surge forward, the cock throbbing just
so, and then at the last instant, Mandy pushed him away,
turned and spurted come in big draping arcs. They landed on
the tile in splotches and streams and puddles. There was
more of it this time. A lot more.
"God," Mandy whimpered, "that was g-good." She tottered
back to the bed, letting her dress fall. "J-joan, you have
unknown talent. No, wonder Madaam Magenta..." She trailed
off. Mandy blinked, shook her head, smiled, then pretended
to look sternly at Joan sissy kneeling there. "Fill this
wine glass again, and then practice, same as before, with
each and ever spot of my lust come."
Joan got herself up, poured Ms Mandy some wine and then
placed herself before a spot that she had seen hit the
wall. She knew the drill now, and wanted to show it. She
got into position, ankles crossed, knees stretched wide as
the dress would allow, and pulling her hair back with
gloved fingers locked around her neck, begin to reach and
lick the Mandy's sissy juice as it ran down the wall. This
time, only one elbow was on the floor.
Mandy opened the door to the main area and beckoned Joan
sissy to follow past her. The main room had soft music
going, and dimmed lights, but for the kitchen area where
the lights hadn't been turned down, incense burned as
always.
Mandy had complimented her skill as following her sissy
steps, as she called them, and then had told her she needed
to change into something more comfortable to hang around
with the gurls in. This had troubled Joan at first, because
she remembered the words that Mandy had said ? 'time to
ride the train' ? but Mandy had reassured her. "Don't
worry, I will be with you, useless."
I am beginning to think of myself as a her, John Phillips
thought, and a she, momentarily panicked. But then Mandy
unzipped her leather blue dress and it slid off her
shoulders, and the air felt good and Mandy's soothing voice
was kind, and he could see some love in Mandy's eyes. Not
meanish or anything, just actual niceness. He hadn't seen
anything like that in a long time. Mistress Satin in the
beginning maybe, but She had lost patience with him early
on. Bunny too, but she was so fretful; he couldn't hardly
get a chance to look in her eyes. Maybe Madam Megenta, but
he felt that was purely show; teaching and school and all.
Mandy took off the long line bra, with it's bullet breasts
and unlaced her corset, taking out the laces, yards and
yards of it, and all of a sudden he could breathe again.
Joan just stood there as the garters were untabbed, the
cords unhooked. The last one.
Mandy admonished, "We are just changing your corset for
now. This is your sleeping corset, but you need a more,
comfortable one for now. The bullet bra goes back on too.
For now, that's an always. But not tonight."
The new one was white as well, and just as long and tight,
but it only reached as high as his rib cage and didn't
cover his plastacene bra. He tapped the plastic with his
over long nails. Even the vibration sent shivers up his
spine. His rib still hurt. He would mention that later.
Mandy refastened the rawhide cords that attached the corset
to the boots and the twelve fat garters, drawing them up
tightly, then fastened the strips from the latex gloves to
a leather collar that she fitted. And then Mandy pulled on
the corset and Joan felt sure that this was even tighter
the longer corset. It just had to be. After that came a
light blue leather skirt reaching just to below his knees;
it was just as tight and narrow at the legs as the dress
had been, but still he felt more free in it. He noticed
though, that it had a full length zipper in back. He
shuddered. And then Mandy pulled over a blue lame short
sleeve blouse with a cowl neck.
Mandy repaired his make up, but left the smeared lipstick
with come around it unchanged. Then she declared they were
ready to party with the rest of the clan and ride the
chain. The last thing Mandy did was grab a fifth of Chivas
Regal, a bag of pot and a couple packs of smokes. Joan
sincerely wanted a cigarette, but said nothing, smiling
dazedly. I will have one later. And... I feel sexier
somehow. 'I like lame.' he thought.
And now Joan useless sissy felt almost ready to relax for
an evening with bunny and Mandy and Mistress Satin and the
rest of the clan. A thought nagged at him; I'm being short
termed, but there is nothing for it now, there was nothing
to do. Maybe he could talk to Mandy later, as they cuddled,
or maybe Mistress Satin would have some answers and advice;
She was so smart.
He tottered out, in his thigh high boots, leather skirt,
lame' blouse, under which you could just see the plastacene
bra and his corset, his gorgeous make up, lovely tousled
hair, feeling the plug try to push out of him, his loins
pent up, his eyes with those silly blue contact lenses
announcing as slut rolling around; his double ropes of
gold, his necklace with the lipstick dangling around...
He tottered out, feeling almost hopeful of a time to have a
drink, a smoke, maybe to just not worry, fear. And then
Joan Useless hit a wall...
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