Intro to Sissies XI
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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 swirled his hair and met a wall. Of sullenness. Mistress
Satin was leaning there against the wall by the kitchen,
glowering at him and Mandy both. Miss Purple stood still
and steady in the middle of his path and glared at him with
hate. Nurse was leaning on the back of the sofa, crying.
Two others, that he could scarcely remember but for that
they had enemaed him and banged him before sat cuddled in a
lazy boy, arms and legs twined around each other, smoking
and looking mean at him.
Bunny stood there, off to his right, fretful, darting eyes
up at him. She was dressed to the nines, as much as her
consistent costume allowed her: She wore a playboy playmate
ensemble in peach, with white fur trims around her legs and
ass; the corset pulled her in and the shelf pushed her tits
out; a tuxedo bowtie, white cufflets, and very high pink
heels. Her pantyhose were nude. Her wig was 70's style, all
hair blown and big hair. Her eyes and eyelashes were dark
and garish, her lips red, blush high; and she smiled coyly
at him.
Before rushing over and hugging Joan useless sissy, "I'm so
glad your okay. It must have been awful," she said in a
rush.
John Phillips said nothing, but smiled and kissed back.
"My apologies, Mistress Satin, that we are late," Mandy
said. "It's uselesses fault."
"It always is, it seems," Mistress Satin observed, then
raised her eyes. "Bunny, stop that right now!"
Bunny broke off the kiss and meekly returned to the couch,
looking down, smiling.
"Ms Mandy, I will repeat again, I do not like that you seem
to be usurping my rights as the Mistress of this Clan." For
emphasis, she rested her left hand on her hip.
But Mandy was already returning from the kitchen, with a
snifter of whiskey. She knelt before Mistress Satin and
offered, saying, "I never asked for the task, and as I
promised, I will try not to impose."
Mistress Satin was taken aback by the eloquence and
courtesy. She smiled. "Stand and kiss me then."
Joan useless marveled at Mandy's poise and power, and found
himself annoyingly envious as his two Mistresses kissed
each other, as if they had forgotten about him.
Mandy broke off the kiss and threw him the bag of pot.
"Roll us some joints, whore." And kissed Mistress Satin
again, twining into her. "Everyone else, please, snifter
the whisker. I am your guest. I thank. Your hospitality."
The ice seemed to melt. The gurls went to the kitchen,
talking hushed. Mandy kissed Mistress Satin. Bunny looked
at Joan.
He knelt on the floor with the bag of pot. Papers, pot. Put
pot into paper and roll. He had seen this on television. He
stretched out a rice thin piece of paper with his nails and
tore it. He stretched out another, more carefully this
time, and tore it. On the third attempt, he flattened the
paper and put some bud in, twisted it, and tore it. During
his forth try, he placed three papers together with a tiny
little nugget of bud and managed to tie it all together. It
looked like a twisted piece of paper with a rock inside,
but he was pleased. He'd only seen it on TV.
"Useless! That's not how you do it, silly," Bunny said,
kneeling beside him. "See, this is how."
Her nails were long, but not crazy long and with rings like
his, and he thought, she is used to them. Expertly, she
laid the pot in the paper, rolled, licked and tucked. One
after another. She lit one and drew on it, offered it to
him.
"Useless doesn't smoke dope," he said defensively. He so
didn't want to.
"Why not?" Bunny kissed him on the cheek. "It's good for
you."
"Please no, Ms Bunny."
"Oh, you. You are such a good bad girl. Suit yourself."
"What now," Mistress Satin asked Mandy, slightly
breathless. "Surely there must be cause."
"Sissy training. Joan, you whore, crawl into the kitchen.
Get into sissy position."
"Mandy, I will not participate. But thank you for the fine
drink."
There was so much going on around him, that he almost
thought that he was stoned. He would learn later. He
crawled to the kitchen and went into position, expectant
and fearful. Please don't let them pull the zipper. It's
scary pain.
There were heels and legs around him, and then one, he
didn't know who, pulled him up by the chin. And fed him her
cock. He began to bob in, suck out, bob in, suck out.
It felt weird to him. Natural. Now that he wasn't fighting
any more, all hope of his old self was so very lost now, it
was easier. And he found pleasure in it. He was giving
pleasure. I am slut and giving pleasure. I am a pretty slut
and Mandy likes me. Bob in, suck out.
Someone touched his back. Another unzipped his skirt, and
it fell off. He heard two glasses clink and someone said
cheers. It sounded like Miss Purple.
Then Mandy said, "Stop."
The cock receded and was inches away, bobbing, slippery,
hard, in his eyes.
"Joan useless, you get a treat."
He knelt up and looked at her questioningly. I was having
my treat, he thought.
"Raise your arms, hon." He did. She removed his blouse.
Then she kissed him hard. "I don't know if you're going to
like this, but I think you will."
Mandy inserted the key into the lock of his plasticene
brassiere. Click.
She helped with the shoulder straps and the bra clunked
onto the tile kitchen floor. "Now continue."
The cock came back and he was licking and sucking again,
but then he felt his breasts. Fire! Lightning roared
through his spine and his own penis got swelled.
Pain! He pulled on one of his nipples. They are so
sensitive! So, so, so...
The cock rammed at him, distracting him. He bobbed, and
sucked. My nipples!
They are so Big! So hard. So...
Ram! Bob and suck.
Someone was caressing his hair. Another was toying with the
strings in his corset. "Look at those nipple teats," he
vaguely heard. He felt his molars. His teeth, and pulled on
them.
PAIN/Fire/ecstasy
Now he rammed that person's cock, pushing it and body back
against the cabinet, lunging deep. Voices, he heard voices.
But they make no sound over the roaring ecstasy of his
breasts.
"Joa---"
He pinched them. Fire. Oh gawd. I am lost. I want so bad to
come. Let me come. Somewhere a voice said, "Mandy, p-please
let me come." And it was his voice. He didn't know he said
it.
"Not yet, whore."
Ram! And now, he could feel the surge. And suddenly it was
pulled away.
"Look now, at Joan. She is learning her sissy lessons."
He crossed his ankles, stuck his ass up. He put one hand
up, over his neck, keeping the other one on his nipple
fire.
"Both hands, slut."
He put the other up and looked for the come. There. He
crawled over to it and spread his legs wide. I am not
wearing a skirt. Where did that go? He touched it, tasted
it, rolled it on his lips. Whose come is it? Voices over
the roar. Sissies take their time ? they have all day.
Taste, roll, kiss suckle. Some one pushed his plug deeper,
and he mewled. Can a person get stoned from looking at pot?
I don't have all day. I need to touch my nipples. But I
know, slow. Touch, taste, roll, appreciate.
Finally, sadly, there was no come left to lick. He licked
on anyways, until someone pulled him up by the collar. It
was Bunny. She kissed him.
Her eyes were glazed. She held half a joint. He thought,
touching himself ? fire!
This whore doesn't need dope. Then, before he could even
look up, another cock thrust into him and he was glad. He
bobbed in, slow out, and touched himself. He looked for
where his cock should be, but there was only prison. He
pulled on one of his molars and pain! Too much. And again
voices faded in as he sucked.
"Better than latex sissy..."
"I really don't want to participate..."
"Go go go!"
"That's my gurl..."
"Don't take that plug out!"
And then a new surge of come, him being pushed away and
Joan sissy went into sissy position again. Taste, suck
roll. Desperately, and belatedly, he reapplied his
lipstick. He was reaching out for the next puddle of come,
when someone yanked at his collar.
"I can't wait anymore, hon." Bunny said. "Suck this, and
then suck me."
He did. It was like a fat cigarette. Vacantly, he thought,
how?
And then Bunny was ramming his face and he liked it. My
Bunny.
Bunny grabbed his molars and pulled and he screamed, almost
bit, tried to pull out, but Bunny pulled his head in to
her.
"I am your friend, you whore."
He didn't even know who said that. Fire!
He was getting panicky and sucked as fast as he could. Too
fast. Someone popped him on the head. Two people picked him
up by the corset and began to ram him into Bunnycock.
Just as he was getting very weirdstone- voices ? music, and
the smell of incense so large, Bunny came. She came into
his mouth, holding his collar tight, and he took it, it was
love love cum and he wanted it all.
I am such a slut, he thought. I am trained. And my breasts,
ummm. Fire.
The stonedness came over him. I love being me. I am
prettier than anyone.
He was dropped. It hurt. It didn't matter. Mandy raised him
up.
"Are you still sure, Mistress Satin?"
"John Phillips, joan useless," She said, trembling. "Lay
back and meet my cock."
He laid back. Someone had raised the music. Someone had
raised the incense. Someone had raised the blur, and all he
saw was Mistress Satin mounting his mouth as he laid back.
You are so pretty, Mistress Satin he wanted to say. You are
so tired. You have been too long here. But now she looked
up at the ceiling, fucking him and maybe dreaming of birds
or sky, none of which she would ever see again, fucking his
mouth. Mistress Satin was so huge, reaching to behind his
throat. She looked down at him, smiled, rammed, whispered
something. The noise was getting louder, he felt confused.
Mistress Satin, you are my guardian. Why are you fucking my
mouth?
Whisper... Ram!
"Love you, bitch..."
Her legs trembled. "I am Mistress Satin of the clan and I.
Do. Not. Fuck. In. Pub..." And then Mistress Satin came in
waves. It filled Joan's mouth and flooded over, white cream
over his mouth. She knelt into him, modesty passed and
pumped him.
Vaguely, he heard applause. "You have worn me out,
useless."
The noise and shapes and smell and sights, of Mistress
Satin laying over his Fire breasts almost faded him. He
peed, he was so horny.
Mandy lifted Mistress Satin up and sat her in a chair, gave
her a new glass of whiskey. She pulled useless up, tugged
one last time on her nipples, fire and ice!
And then lowered and fastened the plastacene bra over him.
"You are only allowed to take this off when you are giving
pleasure. Sit up."
He sat up blearily. Where was I?
Bunny came over. It looked to him as if she was hopping.
"Let us go..."
"Lettuce?" he mumbled, "I don't want salad."
"You may to need..."
"You say you may to, I say tomato."
"Kiss me a sissy kiss, hon."
"Asparagus?" And suddenly Joan Phillips felt idiot giddy.
Bunny said, "You're so funny."
"Can I call you hoppity?"
Bunny got an annoyed look. "I shouldn't have made you take
that toke."
Mandy strode over. "Whore, you took them all. Twice. All of
the clan. Be proud. I think they love you now."
"Broccoli?"
Slap!
"Wake up, whore."
He shook his head. "I am tuna mouth."
Mandy shook her head, looked over to Mistress Satin lying
lazy on the couch. "Nothing to do about this now, think?"
"They're wasted, Mandy. Ever one here is," She waved her
hand around. Purple and another wearing somehow fucking
each other, and it wasn't a sixty-nine. Nurse was putting a
pacifier into a slut that only Mistress Satin, and Nurse,
knew.
The music had changed from loud Captain and Tennille to
soft Zeppelin. The cloud of pot was layered on the ceiling.
"I am. Let's you and me sleep together."
Mandy smiled. "Help me with joan sissy, then. She sleeps on
my cock, or in the box, but since I won't be there..."
Joan was in mist. Joan crawled. Joan went into the cage.
Joan heard noises. Joan slept, curled, the corset biting
into him and he scratched in his sleep the plastacine bra.
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