Intro to Sissies XI
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"Wake up, Joan." Mandy opened the cage, standing before
him, wearing the same whites of yesteryear.
He raised his eyes groggily. He had slept hard in his cage,
but soft in his dreams, thinking of rabbits and hares and
Bunny. Bunny. He crawled out.
"Crawl to the bathroom, hon. Let's get you enemaed out and
freshened. You have a long day ahead of you."
Joan Phillips reached to touch his breasts, but they were
covered in plasticene. When did I fall asleep? Where am I?
Oh, Christ, how many cocks did I actually take? Then he
blushed. At least no one fucked me. But I would let Bunny
fuck me. He felt so docile. Why do I feel this way?
Mandy helped him stand.
She walked him out of their room, where, now that he
thought about it, she hadn't been, into the main room. No
one was there, though the mess of the party still was;
glasses, beer bottles, ashtrays and plates of leftover
food.
"Where is everyone, Ms Mandy?" he asked. He could still
smell the incense, and over that, cooking. He swayed,
feeling woozy and weak. "Joan sissy doesn't feel so good,
Ms Mandy. Her stomach is upset."
Mandy laughed, stopping to look at him. "That much come
would make anyone's stomach a little upset. You must have
had a cupful or more. Plus you haven't really had anything
to eat for a week. When you were sedated, you were fed
intravenously, but even that was a starvation diet. You
need to lose some weight. A lot of weight."
Joan wondered at that. He had already been thin and toned
when he arrived here; he had gone to the gym three times a
week, working out hard enough to have a nice six pack
stomach. "Joan isn't fat, Ms Mandy."
"No, you're not, at all. You need to lose muscle, so you
can be shaped. Then you can gain some weight." She said it
seriously, but there was a twinkle in her eye.
A door opened and there was Mistress Satin. She was dressed
strange and Joan had to blink. Black heels, Capri pants of
blue, a tube top that accentuated her corset and perched
her breasts on a shelf.
She looked right past him. "Hi, Mandy."
Mandy pushed him away and he fell: she didn't notice. "Hi
lover." She paused. "I have to fix up
joanuselesspieceofshitsissy. Would you care to help me?"
Mistress Satin spared a gaze, fleeting, at him. "Cruel to
be kind? Or kind to be cruel?"
Mandy laughed, and sliding over to Mistress Satin said
whisperingly, but he heard it just the same, "How about
both? I can make her be anything."
"Oh, Mandy, you're so so so naughty." They kissed, deeply,
while he sat there watching.
Naughty? What was this? Where was love?
Then he thought, there is love, before my eyes. Where is
Bunny?
Now they both walked over and picked him up and pulled him
into the bathroom. He hobbled with them, feeling them look
past him with laughing eyes.
He felt angry and then confused. I love Mistress Satin. I
love Ms Mandy. I... do I love Marie? His pride had been
wounded. Marie was with Enricofuckhead. And, and, and, and
now. Oh, God. I don't love Marie. I don't love her at all.
I just wanted to keep my trophy, but now, I am her trophy?
They brought him before the mirror. "Take a good look at
yourself, whore." Ms Mandy said not unkindly. "You are one
used slut."
He did, and didn't know whether to smile about his wanton
lust last night or cry. His body looked like a road map.
His wig was covered with splotches of white that covered
his face and most of corset and stockings ? that was when
Bunny had the whip cream fight; he vaguely remembered them
running around squirting each other, much to the annoyance
of the others. Purple had told them to take it to the
bathroom so that they would not ruin the furniture. They
had and now he could see traces of their mayhem on the
mirror and the floor. It had been fun and ended with kisses
until Ms Purple dragged them back out by their ears. And
then they had just laughed together. He smiled.
His makeup had smudged into a rainbow and his eyeliner had
smeared into streams of black. His lipstick had smudged all
around and his lips were puffy. My lips were abused, he
thought, and smiled a little wider. His stockings were torn
and laddered and one of the busks on the corset was
actually broken.
"Enough of this." Mistress Satin said as she began to
unlace him while Mandy unzipped the boots, attended the
garters. "She's learning."
"She loves me, Mistress Satin, and you as well." They were
talking about him, right past him.
"I thank you for not making a hash out of my clan."
Mandy, carelessly, ripped his plug out, set him over the
toilet. The anal bag streamed nasty, and felt so good. So
much fear pee. It occurred to him that over the last day,
he had contained a slowly expanding enema. He felt his ass
close and open, close and open, clenching, wanting to stay
open. He felt strange without the plug.
"I would never do that, lover. Not unless I had too." She
said, placing an enema plug into him. It was the same size
as the one that had just left. "I don't think that anyone
has ever had nipple implants before. I wonder how Ms. Grey
did that."
Mistress Satin had filled the enema bag with warm water
from the sink and now attached the tube, raised the bag to
the hook behind the toilet and started the flow. "It was
pretty interesting, hon. Ms Gray may be mad, but she is
efficient."
"How many quarts?"
"There's two."
"How long"
"About twenty minutes, I suppose."
"I agree. That gives some time for coffee. Joan don't you
dare move, or let that plug out." Mandy told him, as she
and Mistress Satin left. "Well, Satin, tell me about it..."
Their voices faded.
John sat there on the toilet, filling, his anus ring
pulsing the plug in and out. He felt himself go hard, and
couldn't understand why. Blue balls, I guess. My nipples,
maybe. There wasn't much room inside his leather and latex
prison, but at least the ring wasn't attached to his plug
anymore. For now anyway.
Finally, he was full and time passed slowly. His stomach
was cramping and there was no clock in the bathroom. What
if they get to talking and forget about me for awhile. He
thought of Mistress Satin and Ms Mandy. That happened
quick. Now he realized that it wouldn't have happened at
all, if Ms Mandy's status hadn't changed. There is a
hierarchy down here. If Ms Mandy had just been a new sissy
admitted to the clan, Mistress Satin would never be acting
like a newlyloved. But they are equal now. So they can love
each other, instead of one using the other. Interesting.
He felt another cramp, and was hoping maybe the coffee
would be bad and fifteen minutes would be enough. This
means that I can serve everyone and still like bunny. But
would bunny still like her? She wasn't a slut, like he was.
She was just a sissy, and not even much of that. Just a man
being a woman, mostly, with a bit of girlishness. And a
very sexy woman at that.
He felt a serious cramp and had to clench himself. "Ms
Mandy?"
"Four more minutes, whore," she called.
Bunny slept with someone, he thought. They all had
roommates, except for Mistress Satin who had the master
bedroom alone. He couldn't remember who it was. Was Bunny
just being nice to him, trying to make him feel better?
Mercy love? Suddenly, he felt envious of that person. He
felt a jolt of jealousy.
"Time," said Mistress Satin, clicking her watch.
"Good sissy," said Ms Mandy, wearing a latex glove and not
even looking at him. She opened the spigot in his plug and
the enema rushed out in a stream. "Feet up."
She removed his stockings, while Mistress Satin drew down
his gloves. "And so our Goddess, will receive Her five
percent, about three mil or so."
Mistress Satin looked at Joan Phillips and smiled. "You
stink. I mean that in a good way. Shower time." She poured
solvent into his wig, then they pushed him into the shower.
He tried to clamber out when the cold hit him, but Mistress
Satin pushed him back. "I bathe, you bathe. Would you like
it hot?"
He nodded.
The shower went from freezing to blistering and Mistress
Satin just looked at him. "You embarrassed me and my clan.
We all pay our bills here. And you pay most of all."
Mandy laughed, then said, "Enough. There is much to do, and
she's going to be on film."
What?
Mandy adjusted the water temp and pulled off his wig. "Wash
yourself spotless, whore. Then scrub with the brush until
everything tingles pink, then wash again."
The shower was elaborate and stung at his tenderized body
from three different shower heads. He washed, scrubbed,
brushed, and did it all again. His feet hurt, standing on
tip toe, but it felt so good. His face, his bald head and
water sliding down his hairless legs.
Ms Mandy pulled him out and unlocked his plastecene
brassiere. "Don't touch!" Mistress Satin unlocked his belt
and unlaced the sheath, gently taking the whole contrivance
away. Gently, they cleaned him.
Though he felt ill and weak, he reveled in this, the spray
bringing new life and energy to him. What a joy to be
naked, free. I would kiss the rain. Every drop that ran
over his breast brought fire and now his cock, his sissy
cock he reminded himself rose blue and stiff and hard.
Mandy and Mistress Satin were driving him nuts. He precame.
Mistress Satin slapped hard, twice, and continued.
He drifted to a dreamy state, where he visualized Mistress
Satin pumping into his mouth and Ms Mandy ramming his ass,
and he was caressing his cock with one hand and caressing
his breasts with the other, bucking, bucking, coming...
He opened his eyes when Mandy pulled him out and Mistress
Satin toweled him dry. She was laughing. Mandy had said
something he didn't hear. Mistress Satin grabbed his cock
and balls and began to, with both hands, squeeze. Slowly,
his hardness melted, but the need remained. I so want to
come. Real come.
Mandy led him to the mirror again, and now there was a
completely different person. She handed Mistress Satin a
black felt pen. "Please find the hairs that Ms Grey may
have missed."
"Of course. And she's lost muscle, to be sure."
Joan useless sissy saw herself in the mirror, now, again.
He was bald, hairless, but for his eyelashes. The lines
drawn for eyebrows had been washed off, all his make up
too. His face looked gaunt and drawn with bruised lips. His
breasts, pierced, with nipples, stood tall. His waist had
narrowed and the six pack abs had softened. His legs were
striking but tense. His shaved cock and balls hung naked,
the cock small, the balls huge and blue.
Ms Mandy caressed his stomach as Mistress Satin slowly
dotted him. "She's lost at least an inch, maybe two. She
will be at 18" before long."
"Eleven. Hairs. Five on the face, two on the back, and a
patch of four on his calf, none on her dome head."
"Only! Ms Gray Does does good work. They're marked now.
I'll get the corset."
Joan wanted to say something, he wasn't sure what, but they
were talking right past him. On his body, he had eleven
hairs? But he said nothing. Two mistresses, in lust with
each other could spell madness and thence, punishment. He
felt a trace of love sent back at him, but still, weather
could change.
Mistress Satin put the horrible back on. His penis went
into the latex tube. She squirted in some ky. She inserted
the catheter. The leather cupped his balls as She tied
them. She zipped the leather over the latex. She inserted
some ky into his ass, then pushed a new plastic bag into
him, attached to a larger than he had ever taken before
plug. It hurt and he mewled and She slapped him. He shut up
and took it. She connected the catheter to his plug. She
attached the piercing to his plug as well. He was pulled
back. It hurt. His cock was stretched long.
Mistress Satin was silent and methodical. "There." For the
first time this day, it seemed to him, Mistress Satin
looked at him. "You are lucky, for Ms Mandy, uselesspieceof
shit joan sissy." She smiled, wistful. "I am too, I
suppose."
Mandy returned with the corset, and Joan useless gasped. It
was brilliant red, long, going to mid thigh below and tit
high above. "You will learn to love it, whore."
Obediently, and grateful, he stood, tottering on tips toes.
Something has been done to my feet. I can't stand down.
They wrapped him, now ignoring him again, chattering.
Busk after busk were latched, and then they pulled. The
laces were drawn and drawn and he felt himself shrinking.
Smaller and tighter they pulled.
Mandy said, do a chin up. He couldn't, but there was a bar
above him and he tugged at it. They yanked one last time,
and laughing to each other, tied the laces.
Now Mandy was drawing up red stockings for the six garters
that hung, as Mistress Satin was pulling up red latex
fingerless gloves, attaching them by cords to his collar.
Mandy put on a long line bra then, while Mistress Satin
fitted him into red boots.
This brought them close together and they kissed.
Then Mandy whispered, "We could kidnap him."
Mistress Satin did a subtle shake of head.
Ms Mandy gazed around, and then sat Joan down. Makeup time.
Lines of black for eyebrows, lashes glazed in red, a
flourish of color for eye shadow, new lipstick, blush of
pink. She settled a wig of wild red hair and glued it. Not
long now. Earrings, blush some more. Purple this time.
Mistress Satin brought forth Joan's dress. It was a spandex
red tube top dress. Joan pulled it on from below, raised it
as high as he could. His tits spilled over and the bottom
was just too short. Everyone will see.
He felt numbed and sexy and they were talking right past
him. But I am pretty...
"She looks good this way."
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