Intro to Sissies XXIII
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Joan Phillips saw a tear fall from Mistress Satin's eye, even as
her song faded and the lights dimmed and the doors opened and the
noise from the street and the men that had been waiting, entered.
They met eyes, briefly, and then Mistress Satin looked away,
walking off the stage, looking tired, vulnerable. He wanted to go
to her and comfort her, but he was beneath her station, the
pecking order; she was like a colonel, while he was but a
private. He grimaced. I am in the sissy army, he thought.
Suddenly Bunny landed on the barstool next to him, descending.
"Hi!"
"How did you do that?"
"New shoes! You like?"
He looked. Bunny was wearing tightly buckled pink Mary Janes.
Springs were attached to the soles of them, under which was
another sole. He laughed. "Bunny indeed. You are a hopping
happening! But I thought you were sick. You left me."
"Oh, useless, don't be petulant," Bunny squealed, wrapping her
arm around his. "I got filmed today, got overused and Ms Gray
gave me some pills. Now I'm lighter than air and ready to Party!"
She waved at the barman. "Master JC, could me and my girlfriend
here get two martinis?"
JC nodded, saying nothing.
Mandy and Nurse got up, still laughing and gathered on either
side of them. Nurse said, "Could you please make that four,
Master JC?"
JC nodded, still saying nothing, but prepared the drinks. Mandy
lit a cigarette and put it in a filter and gave it to Joan.
"I don't feel like smoking, Mandy."
"Not an option, hun. Men like sissies who smoke. So you smoke."
He took the cigarette and inhaled, liking it despite not wanting
it. Through the bar mirror in front of him, he could see a horde
of men boil into the club or whatever it was. On the other side,
the elevators were opening and closing, with pretty sissies
flowing out, all dressed to the nines. He had seen most of them
without really registering it at the temple and at the factory.
But they looked different now. Sexy, needy, wanton.
"Mandy, what's going on?"
"It's Friday, useless," Nurse interjected. "This is when you make
your spending money. Take a man, please the man, get paid.
Tonight, you are a sissy whore."
Mandy laughed. "As opposed to just a sissy slut."
"The house takes half," Bunny sighed. "And Mistress Satin takes
half after for the clan. But you get the rest. For smokes,
liquor. I bought a giant stuffed bunny for my rocking chair with
my savings!"
Joan thought of the movie, Harvey, for a moment and smiled. I
love bunny, he thought, but she has clearly hopped way farther
out into hoppity land than I have. So far. When her and I are
together, I'll blindfold the stuffed bunny so he can't watch. He
almost cracked up, but then was afraid. Everyone here is so
insane that this is normal.
Nurse was talking, "...address all of the Men here as Master.
There are sometimes a few women, who are Mistresses. You don't
need to beg and serve them until you are in a room. Then protocol
is required and you have to do anything they tell you."
Mandy pulled his face to look into her eyes, as the drinks were
served. "In the rooms, you will meet basically, three kinds of
men. The perverts, the curious, and the gay. The perverts will
hurt you. They want to dominate you, your mind and then use your
body. They tip badly.
"Be nice to the curious. They tip well, and will blush if you
kiss them, and gush with pleasure if you make them come. If you
do it right, they will come back over and over again for you.
"The gay are simply men--"
"?Men," Nurse interrupted. "Who really like women and women's
bodies and style and fashion, but just can't stand how bitchy and
demanding a real woman is. They tip the best."
"Oh yes!" said Bunny, downing her drink in a single gulp. "I have
one man. He comes here once a month. Before I blow him, all we do
is look at Cosmo and talk about style and what I should wear to
be fashionable." She got wistful. "Of course, I'm a bunny, so I
usually can't wear what he wants me too, but I tell him I want
to."
What?
Joan gulped his drink in total as well and bravely signaled the
barkeep for another round. "Are these free? Or do we get
deducted?" He tried to keep the cynicism out of his voice.
"Joan." Mandy said, her voice concerned. "They're free. The
drinks are free. This is ladies night out. This is what we do.
This is what we look forward to. You will too."
"Don't be a shit, Joan," Nurse exclaimed. "You know you want it.
You know you want to serve all these men. You're more of a slut
than I am."
"And we get paid," Bunny whispered.
"You work five days a week, Friday night out, Saturday for
housecleaning, Sunday for the temple," Nurse explained. "It's the
same routine here, as it is out there."
Something about that made sense to Joan, but still it felt wrong.
Very wrong. Work is not joansissy 1000-52. Work is not never
seeing the sun. Work is not enema's and cock sucking. Work is not
the Meeting of the Punishment.
You are slut, slutt, sluttt, sltttttt!
Suddenly, Mandy and Nurse divided away, and Bunny bounced off. In
the mirror, he could see that Bunny hopped very well, and high,
landing just so, tits bouncing. Boing! Boing! And now she was on
stage.
A man sidled up and sat on the stool next to Joan. He was dressed
immaculately, almost pimp like, with a pointed goatee and greased
down black hair. He had a gold tooth and Joan got afraid.
"You are new here," he asked, his voice sounding Spanish.
Joan gulped her drink. I need courage, he thought, and signaled
the barkeep for another. The barkeep smiled and shook his head.
Asshole!
"Y-yes. N-new."
"You want a drink. I can get you a drink. You can't get you a
drink. But I can get you a drink. You can pay me later."
"I-I, Master, er, need to use the ladies room."
The man turned venomous and grabbed Joan's arm. "I can be nice
and get you a drink, or I can be mean and feed you a drink,
chicata whore."
Some of John Phillips old self returned, like a surge. I'm going
to just fucking smack this guy. I'm just going to. I'm just going
to. He glared. He glared hard, and suddenly the man with the
Spanish voice flailed his arms.
"She's a no trained chicata bitch." He bellowed and left, and
through the mirrors Joan saw him melt into the boiling crowd on
the dance floor.
The barkeep smiled and gave Joan another martini. Joan lit
another cigarette and sipped on the filter, feeling giddy.
Thoughts roiled through him. I'm a slut, but not anyone's slut.
Not everyone's. Not always.
The club was hopping now, people dancing, the jazz band playing
loudly, gurls laughing. In the mirror, Joan could see a sissy on
one of the tables, taking a cock in the ass, smiling widely,
pumping and rocking back and forth, while two other men watched.
A black man sat on the bar stool where Spanish man had been, and
Bunny before. He was lean, muscular, tall. His eyes were blue and
his facial features strong.
In spite of his misgivings about everything, Joan said, "Hi,
Master. Happy Friday."
The black man ruptured a laugh, smiling. "Happy Friday indeed. I
am Tim. You are?"
"I don't know who I am anymore, Master Tim."
Tim's eyes softened with understanding even as he laughed again,
loudly. "You are you, Joan Useless Sissy. Now, before, always."
"I'm not."
"You are, foolish woman. And that is okay." He motioned to the
barkeep and suddenly two drinks appeared. "How can you say you
are not you?"
"Because I am not who I am," Joan said tentatively. "I'm still
finding out."
Tim, quickly and gently, gave Joan a kiss on his lips. It felt
good, but brief. "I know who you are."
"How did you know my name?"
Tim laughed loudly again, putting his head on the bar. "You are
posted. You are beautiful and I want to be with you."
"P-posted?"
"Are you wearing the Joan Sissy 1000 now?"
Joan Phillips recoiled at that. Am I a fucking slut celebrity?
"N-no, I mean Yes. I am."
"Ahhh, I knew you were beautiful. Have you ever taken ten inches
of man?"
"No, Master Tim." Joan's eyes darted around, looking at the
mirror. Bunny was hopping high over the dancing couples. Mandy
was nowhere to be seen. Pink was glowing pink in black light,
with a white boy who looked to be 12 years old. Nurse was rubbing
herself.
Tim motioned the barkeep. "Room 7."
Keys appeared. Tim said, "Finish your drink Joan."
He did. As Joan lowered the glass, Tim attached a hand cuff to
his wrist and attach the other to his own wrist. Tim began to
walk away, and Joan felt herself dragged along.
The room was plush, with candles scenting and flickering. The bed
was pink. A champagne bucket stood near. Tim yanked her onto the
bed and unlocked the cuffs.
"Don't you ever dare fuck with me, Joan."
"N-no sir," Joan looked at this man. Loud words, loud laughter,
kind eyes. "I won't, Master Tim."
"Joan, you are one hot slut!" Tim said, as he undressed. "I know
this place. I come here every week. Usually, I'm with some crazy
sissy shit, but you are hot."
"W-who, Master Tim? Who do you like?"
"Some whore named bunny. Her ass is so tight, I think they sewed
it tight. Ms Gray and all." Nonchalant and naked, Tim's cock
stood forth, huge and fat.
"N-not Bunny!"
"Maybe her name was fuck bunny, humprabbit. Who knows? Same
costume though." He looked at her, caressed his huge cock gently.
"You know humprabbit?"
"Bunny. Her name is Bunny, Master Tim." He felt a tear flow. I
thought Bunny loved me, but she is a slut like everyone else.
Like me. He knelt, raising his dress and opening his mouth.
"That's a good slut. There you go." Tim fed his cock into Joan's
mouth and he took it, happily with tears. "Just a taste, Joan."
He bobbed on it, needing it but crying. Bunny. Hoppity.
Tim pushed him back. "I understand. You love this little
humprabbit."
Joan nodded.
Tim caressed her face, his dark lips curled up. "Wanna make a
deal?"
Joan didn't have a response to the question. He bobbed and
mouthed and wept.
He nodded again.
"I get you next week. You play with the hare tonight."
"M-master Tim?"
"Take it. And go. I see love. My eyes are not dull."
"B-but Master Tim, y-you don't want me?"
"Useless, I want you so bad, I am willing to give you love."
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