Intro to Sissies XXIII
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Author's note: This is a boring chapter - no kinks, just deep think. I
keep trying to end this story, at least part one, but one thing leads
to the next. The party, of course, will be the end of part one. And
that's finally getting closer.
PS. Thank you for the comments. The advice is accepted and taken,
but one thing I can't change is the grammar. If the grammar is wrong,
it's actually meant to be wrong. Believe it or not. The whole series
is first draft, but I do review it before sending it. Second drafts
are boring.
Into to Sissies XXI
John poked herself in the eye. It hurt and she sat up from its sting,
waking.
There was an itch on her lid and she had scratched it, but in sleep,
had forgotten the length of her red talons. In his dreams, they
weren't there. Except sometimes. His dreams oscillated. Colorful,
they were, and mismatched. Sometimes he was a blue whale, gobbling
little fishes with teeth, all of whom had bitten at him and now he
was chasing them, swallowing them almost whole and champing at them
with red dagger teeth.
Sometimes, he was a puff fish, opening his mouth to take in food. The
food was always tubular and always fed him. Sometimes, he felt as
though he was in his mothers womb, to weak to care, with no hands,
only flippers, flailing uselessly.
But the dreams shifted, always with a magenta purple background; from
the monstrous to strange to a Friday in Paris, where he painted his
dreams, of lovely Marie, dressed in the finest of fashion, the gurls
of the De Marge le' venue looking beautiful, but he never looked. It
was only Marie. Over all of it, he could see the background of his
lids, dancing.
What amazed Joan in his dreams was Bunny. She was always there,
dressed to the nines, with heavy makeup and a playboy bunny suit. In
the sea, bunny hopped around, hair styled and not flowing with the
water, hop hop, gazing at him, sending kisses. In Paris, Bunny was
humping Marie's leg. And Bunny's hair was wet...
"...Joan!"
He opened his eyes, sitting up despite the corset. Someone was helping him.
"Earth to Joan!"
"She's been dreaming again."
"Bitch is biting at everything!"
"Satin?"
"Slap her. Slap her hard."
Slap!
The whorl of his dreams and the visions before him slowly dissipated,
little splinters. Realty trickled back.
Joan Useless Sissy rolled his eyes over to Mandy, seeing her lovely.
"useless thanks you."
Mandy gave him a stern look, as cruel and mean and angry as she could
make it. He looked at her, she quivered, and then they both broke out
laughing.
"Mandy, Ms Mandy, your anger at me," he gasped through sleepy eyes,
"could make a cow shit. When the cow was ready."
Slap. Lightly.
He cracked up, a croaking sound. Mandy laughed and kissed him. He
tried to tongue her, but Mandy withdrew and he felt saddened. She
only gives me her cock now. I'm just a cock slut. She loves Mistress
Satin. No one kisses me anymore, he thought.
Someone launched into him. Bunny began to kiss his eyes, legs closed
about his groin, humping him. She nibbled his ear.
After a moment. "Off Bunny," Mistress Satin demanded.
Bunny hopped off and to him it seemed, hopped away.
His eyes flickered around. The whole clan was around him. Miss
Purple, Bunny, Ms Nurse, Bobbette, Petri, Mandy, Mistress Nurse.
There was that ugly gurl, whose name he didn't know, though Joan had
taken him at least twice, standing gangly, and her boyfriend, whom
she had also taken and been taken by. He looked at her for a moment.
Greased short black hair, a short pin striped suit skirt and dress,
makeup to code. He had never seen her before, not really. But he had
sucked her cock.
It's funny, he thought, not smiling, when you are sucking cock of
people you don't know.
Purple helped him stand. Ms Nurse fed him a straw attached to a
bottle. He sipped eagerly, the white jism. Pink and another of the
clan, helped him stand. Who was Pink? I don't remember Pink. A
newbie, he thought. Some memories were adrift.
Mandy said, smiling, "Shower time slut."
Thickly, he pondered that. He hadn't showered in days, as they leaked
by, headed towards his birthday party soon. Was it tomorrow? Was it
then that he could see Marie and make vicious love to Her and then
smack her toes? He wanted to hit her in the face, but knew he never
could. Maybe her toes. He wondered about that. Thickly, he wondered
if he would ever get lucid again.
He was over dressed. Again, and as usual. He could feel that as he
was lifted and turned from the raised bed. The ballet heels had
crunched his toes lying down, but now, standing, they seemed to mash,
even as he fell over. They, Miss Purple and Mandy, caught him and
helped him along.
In the huge bathroom, they all changed him out, chattering in
commotion. Miss Purple bade him to the high bar and he pulled,
weakly. Nurse unlaced the ballets. He gasped for new air when Mandy
loosened and removed the corset. Pink took off his gloves. The
boyfriend removed his stockings. Mistress Satin expertly pried open
his eyes and used her nails to remove his "slut" contacts.
"Kiss me, please, Mistress Satin," he whispered, needing a kiss, just
a kiss. Not a bunny kiss, a Mistress kiss.
She looked at him solemnly, looking as if she wanted to, but said,
"No, you are too far beneath me, useless. No kisses and no cock
anymore, nothing but care and concern. You are in my clan. But it was
good back then."
Someone pulled out his plug, and his ass began to clench, unclench
with the emptiness. Mandy unlocked his plasticene bra and brushed her
hands against his nipple implants. Fire! He moaned.
Someone touch my cock/pussy he thought, writhing slightly, as it
continued it's thick leaking precum. But no one did. Taboo. Sissy
poison.
And his sissy poison was leaking continuously now, thick fat droplets
falling to the floor wherever he went. The four inch stainless steel
tube was still fastened around his cock and the tight ball spreaders
showed that his nuts were full to bursting, blue and pink and
hairless. The Joan Sissy 1000 works. The need to come, and the pain
of that need was becoming a part of him. He thought he was beginning
to understand latex sissy's insanity. In fact, he thought of her,
every time he had to get into sissy position to lick, slowly, his own
drippings.
The shower came on and Nurse coaxed him in. The water was light and
warm and soothing. "Stay there for a while. I will scrub you later.
Relax. It's Friday."
He stood there on tip toe, his calves screaming for support, his ass
tightening as best as he could, letting the water flow over him,
soothing, easing his muscles. He touched his shoulder and was
surprised at the tension there. I have been so tense. Brittle. Even
after breaking, I am brittle shards.
He thought back. The filming sessions had continued, but they had
slowed on the production. More words, less Joan Sissy 1000's.
Mistress Red, chastised and admonished by Miss Grey, had changed the
pace to about one or two per hour.
Each day, Mandy and Mistress Satin or Nurse dressed him beautifully
to get to the studio, only to be changed back into his costume
immediately by bobby and Vickie. It seemed pointless, but so was
getting dressed to undress. Pointless...
He smiled. Each time he took a new feminizer, the camera crews had
smiled with appreciation and sympathy, but not disdain. It had
infuriated Mistress Red. Once she had gotten so mad, she bit her lip
so that blood, like an aneurism from her brain, dribbled down her
chin. She hadn't noticed until someone pointed it out, and then she
really got mad. She had whipped her own boots, chased after people,
made a fool out of herself. And then glowered with putrid hate from
red eyes at him. But she did nothing, but continue, slowly, the
production of Joan Sissy 1000's.
Miss Gray, one eye rolling this way and that, had found herself a
little tea table and sat there, each day, watching and saying
nothing. But it was enough.
It was apparent to him that Miss Gray had more power than Mistress
Red, but asserted it rarely, so when she did, it was overwhelming,
undeniable. Key.
It had also occurred to him, during the filming of Joan Sissy
1000-49, that Miss Grey was only protecting her money and that
Mistress Red cared nothing of that. She had no stake. Mistress Red
was as trapped as anyone down here, and had no need of money, just
power and the ability to whipshit any and all sissies within sight.
The water felt good and clean and he turned it hotter. Better to
cleanse my sins.
He felt like he was become a martyr. But a martyr for what, he didn't
know. He felt a pulse and saw his cock leak precum, dripping, and he
knelt quickly to lick it, but the shower ran it away. He felt
mournful about that. Never let come get away.
I am losing it. How long have I been here? He thought seven years,
but realized that it was only nineteen days or something like. I have
seen so much, hurt so much, felt so much fear and pain.
He turned the water hotter.
Beau, the tide. You said the tide would bring me in, but I am drowning.
Yet, yet, I am alive. Alive! Dying but living. Living but dying. For
years, I chased after the dollar and I caught many, so many. I made
friends with people I couldn't trust, stole from people I could,
slept with Marie, my wife and love, that I don't love. Over and over
again.
He turned the water hotter, till it couldn't turn any further.
I was in my own prison then, on the gerbil wheel. Now I am in the
Goddesses. Who am I? Whooo Am I!
You are slut, slutt, slluttt, slllltttttttt...
Someone ripped at his arm, yanking him out of the shower.
"Jesus!"
"That's one hot fryslut, "he heard Miss Purple say cheerfully.
"She doesn't need a scrubbing now." Nurse murmured.
He opened his eyes and found himself looking directly into Mistress
Satin's. Her eyes were sympathetic, empathic, cold. She mouthed, five
years ago, I was there. She grimaced, turned and strutted away.
Nurse patted him dry with cold towels, damping down the blisters.
Mandy came over and, as though nothing had happened, gave him a kiss
on his lips but with no tongue. "It's Friday, hon, gurls night out."
For the first time, in a long time, Joan Phillips felt good. Tired,
but good.
Unable to do anything by himself, the clan, particularly Pink, had
taken care of him and made him beautiful. Bunny, apparently, had
hopped away.
Pink enemaed him and replaced his Joan Sissy 1000. Nurse rolled a
condom over his leaking cock. Mandy corseted him and bobette attached
the sheerest light smoke stockings; Cuban heels, seems aligned,
patterned stitchings at the top, stockings to his twelve garters.
Mandy relocked his plasticene bra.
Nurse made his face up to drop dead gorgeous, with five layers of
eyeshadow, coats of lip glisten in pink, blush, lashes that he felt
he could touch his feet with.
Boyfriend, whatever his name was lamely tried to repair Joan's nails,
making a fuss about it and using a different shade.
He walked comfortable down the cement corridor, for the first time
ever. His white heels were strappy and only five inches high, with
three laces around each ankle. His slip, short, was smoke. His dress,
darted and designer torn, with a sideways slant, was darker smoke,
almost gray. He wore no gloves and this pleased him. The collar of
double snakes of chain did not.
Mandy had cleaned his contacts and replaced them and had as well put
on his new wig. Long and wild and black, with a grey hair here and
there. He looked older and lovely and fortyish. "You are any kind of
sissy you are, useless, "Mandy had said. "Just as long as you are a
slut."
God I feel so free. He tried to breath deeply, but couldn't.
The whole clan was dressed to the nines, even Mistress Satin. She
wore a short dress of kid suede, shorty boots, dynamic makeup. Mandy
wore see through. She was dressed as a whore, showing her little
tits, corset, stockings and mincing in seven inch heels, barely able
to walk the hall.
Pink wore, unexpectedly blue leather. Short skirt, short tank top.
The pink she wore was from a fluorescent marker. Pink lines snaked up
her wrists and arms and legs and face. Mandy had told him that they
glowed in the dark.
Chattering, they all clambered into another elevator. A new one, Joan
thought. This is different from even the other ones! How big is this
place?
It rumbled, and he felt himself lifted. Dimly he heard music. A sax.
The doors opened.
Joan blinked.
And blinked again.
Before him was a nightclub, empty but for a band of four black men on
the stage, the sax man playing peeling notes of sensual beauty, the
others talking to each other, but eyeing them, two male barkeepers,
and two waitresses dressed in French. There were twenty tables,
candles, dark wood, and beyond. Windows. Windows with traffic and
cars moving by and forth. He saw a man stroll by, look in, and walk
on.
He was outside!
He looked again and saw bars on the windows and bouncers on the
outside. To keep us in, or to keep them out, he wondered. He knew.
And he thought, I wouldn't even run now if I could, and they know
that.
One of the bartenders, black also and handsome and built, bellowed,
"Come on girls! Drinks on the house!"
Nurse took Joan by the elbow, "Let's get you a drink."
"Where's bunny?"
"Eating a carrot. Fuck I don't know. Maybe cabbage."
He sat on the barstool, pushing his plug deeper. "Ms Nurse?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you for taking care of me."
Nurse appraised him for a bit and kissed him on the lips. He tried to
tongue her, but she too left off. "Just cocks for you hon."
"Where is bunny?"
Nurse looked uncomfortable and sipped her martini.
"Where is Bunny!"
Mandy appeared on the other side. "Bunny is being taught tonight, useless."
She ordered.
"No. No! It wasn't me, was it?"
Mandy patted her on the shoulder. "No. Yes. Bunny loves you. It got
Goddesses notice."
"What? Why? What, Mandy, what. So what? I like her. She is nice, tell
me. Tell me!"
Mandy looked over to Nurse. "You tell her. I only give bad news."
Nurse sipped her drink, slowly. "bunny is with Ms Gray."
"What! Why!" Joan began shaking, he had felt so good before. "What
did I do?"
He heard a pounding and saw that outside of the doors, a crowd gathering.
Nurse lit a smoke, with polished fingernails. He felt a need for one,
but somehow felt he couldn't stand one. "What did you do? You gave a
disease."
Mandy laughed, "You shouldn't have done that, joan."
Men were pounding on the doors. He looked at the clock. 8:52. "I
didn't do anything, anything... I just kissed her."
Nurse was almost cracking up now, but kept a straight face. "You gave
her bunnyitis, joan, and there's nothing worse for a bunny than
bunnyvitis. She could die from that."
"But Ms Gray, she'll change her! She'll kill her," even as he said
it, he knew that wouldn't happen, but something could.
Mandy said, "you gave her the bunnyvitis, joan. It's all your fau-"
Before she could finish, she snorted laughter. Mandy gagged too,
laughing through her sip of martini, so that a bit of it dribbled
through her nose. They fell off the bar stools and landed, hugging
and laughing and hitching, "bunnyvirus!" they said in unison. And
wept laughter.
"But Ms Gray!" Joan said, still not getting it and getting angry by
their lack of care. It's all hell. Even here at this bar. Why am I at
this bar?
Mandy and Nurse rolled around, tears of laughter falling from their
eyes. Finally, Mandy said, "Oh, useless. Bunny just has a bit of
cold. She's fine." And cracked up again.
Suddenly, Mistress Satin appeared again, on stage and the lights
turned low, but radiant on her. She sang.
"When the lights turn low, I want you here, with me.
When it's time to go, I still want you here, with me.
I know you must go home, but stay, with me.
Your wife needs you, but stay, with me.
Mistress Satin twirled and put on an anguished look, the tempo
changed and she sang. The sax blew and one of the black men
chorused, it was enchanting. heartfelt
I will fuck you, better than heaven.
I will suck you, better than hell!
Oh yes.
Oh yeah.
I will do your dishes, I will meet your wishes
I will vacuum, those little fishes.
Oh yes.
Oh yeah
Just stay.
I am your whore...
The lilt of her song left, the drum began to bang louder and the
bartender said, open the doors. Let the men in. It's 9 pm and time to
rock.
Mandy and Nurse, still weeping laughter, said, "useless, hope you are
ready for this." Then Mandy said, "it the same kind of cock, only
bigger."
And they cracked up again. "Bunnyvirus..." Joan connected eyes with
Mandy and they both burst out laughing.
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