A sissy called Jezebel Part XIX
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Joan useless sissy had heard it grow, that din. The
mirrored elevators had gone down and down, rattling. Some
of the mirrors were chipped, most were grimy, and the
cameras were still there. This is a different elevator, he
thought.
Mistress Satin and Ms Mandy had chatted, kissed and
occasionally spared him a glance, or a word. As he stood
there, trying to breathe in the new corset, touching the
plasticene under the newer bullet bra, he enjoyed the
breath of air that touched around the rest of his body and
the emptiness of his enema bag. But still, there was a tick
of annoyance that he couldn't hide. It was jealousy and he
knew it.
Mistress Satin said it first, in his hearing. "Mandy, you
were fanfuckably fantastic."
It sounded silly to him, but when he glanced, the lust/love
was shining in her eyes, and her legs were twined around
the diminutive Mandy's legs, eyes down over her. Mandy's
eyes, shining, looked up. "Then kiss your appreciation,
Mistress Satin." And they did, hugging and almost ready to
sixty nine each other in the elevator.
He had time to wonder where was Goddess Chanazine now, when
the elevator slammed to a stop and the doors ricketed open
and Joan useless sissy's eyes opened to see a whole larger
dimension of Goddess Chanazine's empire.
The temple had been an eye opener, with the balcony, the
stage, the wheel, candles and how it could fit them all.
All underground. Amazing. The endless corridors had left
him guessing, though his feet needed none in their heels;
everything seemed too far, and the cement so hard. And the
elevators, whichever way they went, had told him of many
floors and large spaces. It had made him wonder just how
huge this place really was. But now he saw the factory and
it was immense and evil and low.
From the platform he could see the expanse of it; lights,
hanging naked light bulbs in echo aluminum, lit up shadows
and faded to darkness in the recesses. On the right,
sissies were seamstresses, sewing... things. In the center,
were four assembly lines, with sissy workers, assembling.
Three raised ramps crossed these lines, end to end and upon
them, over which strode three Mistresses, Orange, Magenta,
and Brown, whips in hand, pacing and measuring. Near was
empty space but for a packaging table, a bench. Far, looked
to be a lighted cafeteria. On the left were three heavy red
doors next to three tinted windows. From the last, he could
barely, hear someone screaming. Next to the nearest door
was a huge injection molding machine and that was making
the noise. Women cluttered around it, as it stamped out
blue cylindrical objects.
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They fustled about it. It looked disorganized, but Joan's
receding business mind saw the methodical grace of it. It
took all of a moment and that was all he needed to see and
understand. Goddess Chanazine's profit center. So this is
where the sissies work all day.
"First door to your left, Joan Useless," said Mistress
Satin, leading him, Mandy following close behind, both now
chaste and business like.
John took tiny mincing steps, his heels so high and arched.
The spandex tube top dress didn't restrict his legs, but
rather slowly rode up his thighs. Mistress Satin opened the
door and led him in, looking him up and down as if to
assure herself that they had done a good job of dressing
him up. She nodded to herself in approval. Mandy closed the
door after and the noise from outside shut off abruptly,
only to be replaced by new sounds, smells and sights.
He could see instantly that it was huge, well equipped film
studio. The ceiling was three stories high; there were
multiple high tech camera set ups, one being on rails,
another in a crane that looked to be for swirling angle
shots. In the back was a control booth; on the side was a
long make up and wardrobe area. As he turned his head he
could see a number of stage sets.
He felt a queasy moment of fear. They told me I'd be on
film today. Am I going to be in some sex scene? That didn't
make sense to him, since everything he had done or been or
gone through had been video taped.
There were about twenty females milling around in orderly
confusion, mostly of them sissies, but there looked to be
three Mistress, judging by the one toned PVC, matching hair
and thigh high boots. One was white, with platinum hair,
the other was light green, with dark green hair and light
green streaks and the last one was Mistress Red...
She was at the far end of the room, but turned just as he
saw her. She squinted, said something he couldn't hear,
though he could guess and started walking straight towards
him.
He felt his bladder start to let go and enemaed himself in
his anal bag, tottering there like a deer in headlights. If
ever there was a true sadistic dominatrix, it was Mistress
Red. She disliked men, hated sissies and despised John
Phillips. He had tricked her a week ago in school, when
they were running the track away from little motorized
cars, running from her intended whipping. And then
yesterday he had tried to defy the Goddess, but ended up
only arousing her anger. Now she was standing in front of
him, her beautiful strong cheekbones red with suppressed
fury, hatred dancing in her eyes. Her cheekbones matched
the red PVC catsuit and even redder hair.
"I'm so glad you could make it,
Joanuselesspieceofshitsissy," She hissed quietly, but with
enough venom that he could feel more than hear both
Mistress Satin and Mandy taking a step backwards. "We are
going to have such a fun day together, you and I. And when
we're finished, you'll be on your way to being a film star
and a brand name both."
She raised her eyes to two sissies over in wardrobe.
"Vickie, Bobby, get Joanfuckinguseless prepped and
propped." Then, "Satin, Mandy, you will go to your
stations. I can assure you that shitjoan is safe under my
directorial expertise."
They said in unison, "Yes, Mistress Red. Thank you Mistress
Red."
Mandy gave him a quick kiss on his naked shoulder, and
whispered, "Good luck. You'll be fine."
And then the sissies Vickie and Bobby were hustling him off
as he saw Mistress Satin and Mandy walk to the huge door.
The world of noise opened and closed and he suddenly felt
very alone and once again, very afraid.
Vickie was doing his make up, touching it up, accentuating
it, "The lights will make you look washed out, honey," she
explained. She was dressed in one of the wardrobes
costumes, looking like a saloon girl from a Western. A very
slutty western, since the skirt was slit all the way up the
side, showing pantaloons and high heeled granny boots; and
her breasts looked to be spilling out. "Plus, the script
says you're supposed to look like a transvestite slut, so
we're going heavy." Then she started on painting his nails,
cobalt blue.
They had changed him out of the clothes he had just put on
ten minutes ago and thrown them in a pile. "Not revealing
enough," Bobby had exclaimed. They had removed his plug,
given him another enema. "Not clean enough." Then Bobby had
removed the latex and leather contraption trapped his
penis. "We have a better one for the film."
They had marveled over his plastacine bra, tsking on that
and talking all the while they "fitted him out for
stardom." His new corset was just tight as the red one had
been, but it felt far more comfortable to John. It was only
fourteen inches long, ending just at his hips. It was
cobalt blue. Six narrow garters attached to the sheerest
black gossamer stockings and his shoes were locked in six
inch high heeled cobalt blue sandals. They were cobalt blue
as well, except for the heavy pad locks with shined chrome.
Now Bobby was fitting Johns cock and balls with a new
contraption. The other evil one had been uncomfortable and
frustrating because he couldn't touch himself or release
come that had pent up over the last two weeks of his
ordeal. But this new one was actually painful, though there
was less to it.
A fat leather strap wrapped around each of his come filled
balls, pulling them away and stretching them, making the
skin of them tight and shiny. They were attached by a
spreader bar pushing them out and into view behind his cock
and third strap that wrapped tightly around his base. His
penis, which grew hard the second it was released, until
they playfully, talkatively, slapped it soft, was wrapped
in a four inch steel sheath. It had neoprene on the inside
and was azotized in cobalt blue on the outside. Bobby
slowly tightened the screws until John felt that his cock
was corseted as well. The head of it stood out not, exposed
to the air, bulging and blue. A tad of precum was
glistening on it.
When they oiled it and his balls to make it glisten, John
felt an orgasm rise. He twitched his foot and bit his
tongue but there was no room for relief and he sweated
briefly.
It was when they stood him up and told him he was ready,
that John began to connect the dots. He thought, Mistress
Red is not leaving me unplugged out of kindness. And those
blue things coming from the machine seem to match my
colors. I will obey though. Especially now, I will obey. I
do not want to end up like baby sissy.
They brought him to one of the stage sets. He widened his
eyes in surprise. The background motif showed him sucking
the plastic cock of Madam Magenta when he had been at
school. He was on his knees, Madam Magenta looked to be
scolding him, Mistress Red was in the background holding
her whip, Mandy was kneeling next to her. Set up in front
was a barstool and a small table with a bowl of liquid, a
felt pen and a stamp with ink pad. Nothing else
There were camerasissies set up in three cameras, another
behind the teleprompter, and Mistress Red on the side.
"Joanuselesspieceofshitsissy," Mistress Red said calmly,
her eyes menacing, her lips smiling. "If you follow the
script, exactly, I promise that I will not whip you bloody
and turn your cock into mush. I promise I won't hang you
twisting in the air from your fetish nipples as I swing you
back and forth. You remember that. If you don't follow the
script though, I promise I will."
John Phillips had never felt so afraid in his life. His
mind raced through the events of the last two weeks to find
a comparison. Getting committed by his betrayer wife,
Marie. Seeing latex sissy, baby sissy, having his ass
reamed by the clan of sissies during his first night. His
eyes widened a bit at that.
"What is it, uselessshit?" Mistress Red's voice turned to
silk. "You can tell me. You will tell me"
"M-m-mistress R-red," he stammered, looking down. "J-
joanuseless was just trying to think when she had ever been
so scared in her little existence and she remembered
something that she had blocked out of her m-mind."
"Which was?"
"W-when the clan all took my ass on the first night useless
was here.".Joan had blocked it out of her mind. She had
blocked it out of her mind. She had blocked it out of her
mind. "Now useless remembers she's not a virgin."
"No, she's not, is she. And you kept that come in you all
night until you drank it at your first day of school. Just
before you tricked me!" Mistress Red was calm and angry and
then calm again, like a light switch. "And I can make you
fuck a much longer train than that. Fear is good, but
joanuselesspieceofshit will not show it here."
"Y-yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress."
"Here you will be calm and mellow. In the beginning, you
will use your deep man voice, then later, and you'll know
when, I require you to use a higher pitched sissy voice."
It occurred to him then, that everyone here, from Mistress
to sissy had feminine voices, except him. Oh. No. That
means another trip to Ms Grey, the freak with the handy
scalpel and the bulging glass eye. That still haunted him.
Mistress Red clapped her hands together. "Everyone,
places."
She held out her hand and led a shaking John Phillips onto
the stage, set him on the stool and stepped aside, removing
the coiled whip from her belt and held it in her hand,
folding them over her breasts.
A sissy runner stepped out across the stage and stood a
cobalt blue object on the table and stepped away.
"And action!"
John Phillips sat there, his swollen cock bobbing, his blue
balls twitching, fighting for breath from the corset and
stared at it, his eyes wide. There was no way.
"I said, action!"
John Phillips stared. There was no way.
"Cut! Restart the teleprompter. Cameras in place. Joan, you
uselesspieceof shit. Remember what I said! Would you like a
taste of my whipping friend now?"
He started. "No, Mistress Red. Joanuseless is sorry. I will
obey. I will obey."
"Action."
He stared at the camera, smiling, like the teleprompter
told him too. Moved like the teleprompter told him too, and
said what the teleprompter told him too.
"My humble curtsey to all great and Wonderful Mistresses."
He curtsied, deeply and almost fell. "And kindred sissies.
This is Joan sissy. Joan sissy is here to introduce you to
the new butt plug that My Mistress has been kind enough to
develop just for Joan sissy and her friends. Like you.
"It's called the Joan Sissy 1000, but My Mistress calls it
the feminizer. And Joan Sissy can tell you that it's oh so
good. Joan doesn't feel completely sissy unless her sissy
pussy is completely full, and as you can see, the Joan
Sissy 1000 will fill you up completely."
John Phillips held it up to the camera. He was surprised by
how heavy it was. "This sissy loves it because it's so big
and filling. It's a full three inches wide at its widest,
and tapers to two and a half inches. It's a full satisfying
six inches long, guaranteed to please all of your sissy
regions. Please let this sissy show you and your Mistress
how wonderful this new invention is."
He dabbed his hand into the bowl of ky and lubricated
himself, making sure he was thorough. Then he kissed the
cobalt blue plug. "joan sissy kisses her feminizer every
day after her morning enema. This sissy is so lucky."
He turned toward the front camera, as the crane camera
panned him. And he began to push it in. There was no way.
His eyes flitted to Mistress Red, who was smiling wicked.
He pushed, but it fattened and it began to hurt. There was
no way, he thought. No way. This is impossible.
He pushed deeper, and groaned, trying belatedly into making
it a happy sound. He thought he had about three inches of
it in now, but now it was just getting to fat. He couldn't
do it. He..
"It's too big, Mistress Red. It's just too big!"
The whip laddered his stocking and he saw before him a
ribbon of red on the front of his thigh.
He jerked. He stopped. He worked it, he pushed deeper. God,
this hurts! Almost there. But there's still two inches to
go.
"Mistress Red! Really! It's too too big."
Another lash, this one on his naked shoulder. "I didn't
make this for my joanie, just to hear her whine. You wanted
this all for yourself. I want you to share. Now take it,
sissy or leave me forever."
John realized that Mistress Red was acting for the camera
as well. A thought passed. I would like to leave you
forever. Then he remembered the screams from the third door
down. He pushed deeper. He could feel that it was almost
there, but the last would be the hardest. He fucked himself
with it a bit, trying to get up the courage. Oh god, this
was going to hurt.
He fell kneeling, put his forehead on the floor, and with
all his painted fingernails, rammed himself.
It blasted into him and he began to mewl and writhe. "It's
too big. It's huge! Please take it out!"
"It's feminizing you, joanie. You want to be my good gurl.
Keep it, love it, and stand up! Now!"
John Phillips staggered to his feet, swaying, feeling the
fullness. It's too big. I need to get this out. It's just,
just too much. His anus was clenching, clenching. He
glanced at Mistress Red. She was smiling and tilted her
head at the teleprompter. "We cut what doesn't work,
joannie. Please continue."
He blinked a few times. His eyes had watered. He began to
read again, now according to the teleprompter in a higher
pitched cooing sissy voice.
"Oh yes, that's it. Joannie loves this and you will too.
And the Joan Sissie 1000 comes with an added feature. Your
Mistress will love it."
He reached back, and flicked the switch and the vibrator
rammed on, sending shock waves through him. "Not only does
it have a vibrator to turn you into an even more wanton
sissy, but theirs is a light that will show your Mistress
that it's on."
He turned his ass back to the camera, almost twisting his
ankle. He turned back again. "And the batteries you get
with my Mistresses Joan Sissy 1000 are nicoletrained
rechargeables. That means you can keep vibrating for 24
hours and then recharge the batteries. And the Joan Sissy
1000 comes with extra set of batteries, no there's no
recharging wait time."
Oh god, would this ever end. There was no adjusting to this
plug. It was making him crazy and now he felt it vibrating
his prostate and some precum appeared on his cock.
"All of the Joan Sissy 1000's are personally tested by me,
kissed by me and sent to you, with love. There will only be
1000 of them, so they are a collectable item too."
He reached back behind them, but again there was no way. So
he knelt again and using both hands, ripped the plug out of
him. That hurt even worse. I hope there isn't damage done,
he thought, but he was sure that this was not a good thing
for him. He followed the teleprompter.
He knelt before the camera and carefully licked the Joan
Sissy 1000. Around and around. Then he tottered weakly over
to the table and picked up the pen.
To you, from Joannie sissy, with love. Number 2 of 1000.
Vickie came out with a slender cardboard piece and a mobile
shrink wrapper. She picked up the genuinely tested plug and
shrink wrapped it to the cardboard. The cardboard had the
same motif as behind him, proclaiming Joan Sissy 1000.
"I hope you will have as much feminizing with yours as I
have with mine."
"Cut! That's a wrap. Get this one posted onto E-bay as a
collectors item," directed Mistress Red. "Include the full
CD film."
John Phillips fell to the floor, exhausted and sweating.
Mistress Red towered over him. "Not bad for a sissy."
"Mistress Red?
"Joan sissy doesn't understand. She hurts so bad. She
thinks she may have hurt herself."
"I told you, that your ass was mine. I told you that the
only thing you would have useful was your mouth. You're a
fucking sissy, joanfuckyingsissy." Mistress Red laughed.
"But your ass is profitable for now."
"So, so, so, Joansissy has to sign 900 more plugs?"
Now Mistress Red's laughter grew hearty. "You will have to
film and test each and every one, silly sissy. We figure we
can film about 40 per day, sell the plug and the film as a
package for about a hundred bucks. You have five minutes
for an enema, then we film again. But this time, no
whining."
Crash. This can't be. This can't be. And in spite of
himself, John Phillips asked the stupid, "But Mistress Red,
what happens after," he couldn't find out how to quite say
it, so he said, "after 1000 is reached."
"Relax, Joanuselesspieceofshit. You're going to be a star.
After this limited edition, we'll go with Joan Sissy 2000.
It'll be the same, only bigger, with shocks. Then 3000, and
so on. Each limited edition will all be tested by you, and
limited by the number. You'll be famous. And you definitely
have job security."
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