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SISSY SCHOOL - PART 4
By Missy Crystal
Mistress Mary came over and stood next to us. To my surprise, her voice
was calm. "The purpose of discipline is correction, not cruelty. There
is nothing to be gained by punishing a sissy for behavior that cannot
be improved and no profit in breaking her spirit by making her fearful
of mistakes over which she has no control. I do not require perfection.
Only that each sissy tries her best to be perfect. You have always done
so, Sissy Heather." Sissy Heather looked like she was going to cry
again, but this time from gratitude. She curtsied and said emotionally,
"Thank you, Mithtwith Mary." Then blurted out, "Thank you thoo much,"
immediately realizing she had gotten carried away and putting her hand
up to her mouth in shock. Mistress Mary just smiled at her and nodded.
She continued, "It was Sissy Baby Ariel who caused the problem." On the
one hand, I was relieved that Sissy Heather was not being punished
because of me. On the other hand, I wasn't happy about being the object
of Mistress Mary's displeasure. "However, this is her first day." Her
expression hardened. "But she had better learn quickly," she admonished
me. "The same mistake will not be tolerated twice." I figured that this
was a really good time to show respect. Sissy Heather hadn't put my
pacifier back after giving me the bottle, so I could speak. "Yes-th
Miss-twith Mary, thank you," I answered in my best sissy voice. I
curtsied as low as I could without falling and my wet diaper made a
squishing noise, releasing a faint smell of pee. Mistress May sniffed,
wrinkled her nose and told Sissy Heather, "Take Sissy Baby Ariel
upstairs and change her. Then go to dinner."
"Yeth, Mithtwith Mary, thank you!" Sissy Heather replied
enthusiastically.
We needed no encouragement to hurry out. I followed Sissy Heather down
the hall, past the kitchen, where I heard the other sissies talking and
giggling, and up the stairs to the dormitory. Unlike the first time she
changed my diaper, Sissy Heather was all business, understandably
anxious to get to dinner, as Mistress Mary had directed. She got me
dressed, put in my pacifier and took me back downstairs. As we walked
in, I saw the other sissies setting the table and preparing food. They
obviously knew their way around the kitchen. I remembered that after my
initiation, Mistress Mary had sent the sissies off to do housework, so
I guessed that they must receive some type of domestic training in
addition to their continual sex education. They were laughing and
talking as they worked. Sissy Danni said to Sissy Tammi, "That poor man
in tha wideo. I with he wath here. He mutht be tho tho horny from that
terrwible bwo job. I would make him wery happy." Sissy Tammi responded,
"Oh, you are thuch a thithy whore." Sissy Danni looked at her and
agreed. "Yeth, I am," she smirked, mincing and swishing over to Sissy
Tammi, taking her in her arms and passionately making out with her.
When they finally came up for air, Sissy Danni added, "And tho are
you." Sissy Tammi nodded in agreement and the two broke into girlish
laughter. "Really," Sissy Nicole said. "Can't you thithies keep your
handth off each other for five minith. Mithtwith Mary will be wery
stwict if dinner ithn't weady." Sissy Danni responded by sticking her
tongue out. Sissy Nicole put her hands on her hips and pouted. "You'll
thee who geth her tuthy thpanked tonite," she said in mock anger. "Oh,
yeth, yeth, pwease. I'm a wery naughty thithy. Thpank me," urged Sissy
Danni, turning around, flipping up her petticoats and wiggling frilly
panty covered butt enticingly.
Just then, Mistress Mary came in. The sissies quieted down immediately.
She sat down at the head of the table. The sissies hurried about
serving her and then they all stood back and waited patiently while she
ate. When she was finished, they cleared the table. She stood up.
"Sissy Heather."
"Yeth, Mithtwith Mary, thank you," she replied with a curtsey. "After
dinner, you will take Sissy Baby Ariel to the dormitory. Once inside,
you may release her arms and remove the restraint, so that she may
begin to learn her nightly routine. In the morning, you are to diaper
her, attach the restraint and secure her arms before she comes down for
breakfast. She will have had her enemas, so no butt plug. "Yeth,
Mithtwith Mary, thank you," she replied with a curtsey.
"Sissy Baby Ariel," the restraints are for your own protection. You
will not like what happens if you displease me, as you have already
learned, and without the use of your hands, you are much less likely to
get yourself in trouble. When they are removed, be very careful that
you do not act foolishly. There is a security system and surveillance
cameras that will let me know if you do." She glared at me menacingly.
I really hadn't planned anything yet and I wasn't about to take any
chances until I was sure my plan would work. For the time being I would
play along, get her confidence and then make my move. Anyway, except
for the pacifier, the bottles of formula, peeing in a diaper, sucking
cocks, getting my butt hole reamed repeatedly and swallowing my own
cum, things weren't really that bad I kidded myself. "You may eat now
girls. Then to bed." The sissies made their customary responses.
Mistress Mary left and the sissies all gathered around me. "Pweath,
pweath, pwetty Thithy Baby Ariel, pweath, pweath let uth make you
happy," they all pleaded. They guided me over to the table and sat me
down. Then they hurried about getting plates, glasses and silverware.
When the table was set, they brought over a big bowl of salad and
filled their glasses with water. Each served herself. There was no
plate or glass in front of me, but I couldn't say anything because of
the pacifier. I made a whining noise to get attention. Sissy Heather
looked up. "Oh, my goodneth!" she exclaimed. "I am thuch a bad thithy
nanny." She got up, went over to a cupboard and came back with a small
jar. She undid the cap and there was some type of brownish sauce
inside. I looked at the label. 'Gerber's Strained Peas and Carrots,' it
said. The bottles were bad enough, but I wasn't eating baby food.
Sissy Heather dipped a spoon into the jar. She removed the pacifier
with her left hand as her right brought the loaded spoon up to my
mouth. I shook my head. "No, I want real food." The sissies all dropped
their forks and looked at me with shocked faces. "What?" I asked. Sissy
Heather gave me a concerned look. "You mutht never tawk wike that.
Never, ever, ever!" she emphasized. "Onwy thithy talk. If Mithtwith
Mary hears you, you will be punithed. And thith ith your food. If you
don't eat it all up, you will be a wery hungwy thithy baby." She lifted
the spoon to my mouth and looked at me imploringly. Well, I thought, if
I can swallow cum mixed with sissy spit, I guess I can swallow this. I
closed my lips around the spoon and Sissy Heather pulled it out,
leaving a big glob of the stuff in my mouth. To my surprise, it tasted
better than it looked. Without thinking, I opened my mouth and with a
big smile Sissy Heather shoveled in spoonful after spoonful, until it
was all gone. Of course, instead of a napkin, she found a more intimate
way of cleaning me up, kissing and licking off the residue from my
lips. When the sissies were done with dinner they cleaned up. My hands
were tied, for real, so I just sat and watched. As each sissy got up
with her plate, they came by, bent over and gave me a juicy kiss,
transferring some mushy salad they had left in their mouth. Since the
last thing in the world any of these sissies would do is disobey
Mistress Mary, I assumed that this type of feeding pre-chewed food like
momma birds was approved. Finally, the kitchen was spotless and Sissy
Heather stood me up.
The sissies all headed upstairs in a parade of swiveling hips, wiggling
butts and swirling petticoats. Inside the bedroom, they began to get
undressed. I hadn't looked closely at their dresses, but now saw that
they were fastened at the back with a row of tiny buttons. Two of the
girls turned around and two others began to undo the buttons. I guessed
from the way they paired up that they were bedmates. Sissy Heather came
over and unlocked my wrist cuffs, then took off the restraining belt.
She turned around for me to do her dress. It felt funny to be using my
hands, but I managed to get all of the buttons undone and her frilly
dress with the ruffled petticoats slid off her shoulders and dropped to
the floor. She delicately picked it up, brought it to one of the
wardrobes, opened the left door and put it on a hanger next to two
other dresses. One was the same as the one she had worn. The other was
white and looked like it had even more frills and ruffles, if that was
possible. Sissy Heather saw me looking at her dresses and smiled. She
pointed to the white one. "Thith ith my thithy bwidethmaid dweth," she
proudly proclaimed. When a thithy gets mahwied all of her thithy
thisters are her bwidesmaidth. I'm tha owldeth thithy and when I get
mahwied you will wear a dweth wike thith and be my thithy of honor." I
didn't want to tell her that I wasn't going to be around that long, so
I gave her a little kiss on the cheek to make her think I was happy.
She gave me a hug and I hugged her back.
Sissy Heather put her thumbs in her frilly panties and dropped them to
the floor, something that she obviously did a lot around here. She bent
over with her bare butt invitingly stuck up, unfastened the straps on
her high heeled shoes, stepped out of them and peeled off her ruffled
socks. She and all the other sissies were naked, but rather than their
usual sex play, they took towels and wash cloths out of their wardrobes
and headed out the door. Sissy Heather looked at me. "My goodneth
Thithy Baby Ariel. You need to get yourthelf undwessed. Huwry up," she
said impatiently. I had completely forgotten that I had the use of my
arms and hands again and didn't need help. I slipped out of my panties
and undid the diaper. "Bwing the didee wif you. There's a twash basket
in tha bafroom. Get a towel and wath cwoth fwom your wardwobe and
fowwow me."
We went down the hall to the door at the end. It opened to a wide step
below which was a large room all done in pink and white tile. Like the
bedroom, there were no windows, although it was brightly lit. At the
far end was a long counter with two double sinks with a mirror above
them. On the right was a shower stall. Two of the sissies were already
at one of the sinks scrubbing their faces. I saw all sorts of bottles
on the counter. The other two sissies were in the shower washing their
hair with hand held shower heads. The bathroom smelled like flowers
from the scented shampoo. The hoses from the shower heads ran to
faucets. Also attached to the faucets were coiled red rubber hose with
white hot-dog shaped plastic pieces at the end. Sissy Heather brought
me over to the vacant sink. "Ith wery important for a thithy to make
her thkin nice and thmooth. Watch me." She took something green from a
tube and spread it all over her face, like a mask. When it dried, she
used her wet washcloth to remove it. She continued to show me lots of
different beauty products that had to be applied every night. By the
time she was done with her demonstration, the two sissies at the sink
had traded places with the ones in the shower.
By now, my bladder was full and the baby food had worked its way
through my digestive system. Remembering that Sissy Heather got upset
when I didn't speak sissy talk, I said, "I hath to go to the
bwathfroom. Where's the toilet?" She giggled, which seemed a strange
response. Maybe it was my silly sissy talk she was laughing at, I
thought. "There ith no toilet. Thee." She pointed around the bathroom.
"If you haf to pee pee, jutht do it in tha thower. If you haf to poo
poo, thath what tha enema ith for." She pointed to the coiled rubber
tubing. Geez, I thought to myself. One more thing to shove up my butt,
which reminded me that the plug was still in me. "Can I take out my
pwug now?" I asked. "Let me," she offered. "Bend over." Getting
something taken out instead of stuck in was a pleasant change. I felt a
tug and the shaft slid out with what to my surprise was a pleasurable
pressure and then release of my butt hole. "There, all done" she said,
washing the plug off in the sink. "But don't worry, your thweet widdle
butt hole won't be wonesome wif me around." Sissy Heather nodded her
head with a big smile to emphasize her commitment to keeping my asshole
occupied.
The two sissies in the shower were washing each other. Sissy Nicole
worked up a lather and began to clean Sissy Cindi's cock and balls. She
peeled back her partner's foreskin and carefully cleaned the head. Then
she moved around behind her and washed her ass, inserting one, then two
fingers, gently working in the soap. At first I thought it was more sex
play, but Sissy Cindi didn't seem to be responding. Then I remembered
how this morning Sissy Heather had said that sissies were only allowed
to please others and it dawned on me that it must also mean they
weren't allowed to touch themselves. As soon as Sissy Nicole finished,
she went over, turned on the faucet and adjusted the flow out of the
white plastic end of the red tube. Sissy Cindi bent over. I realized
that Sissy Nicole's soapy fingers up Sissy Cindi's ass were for
lubrication. From what I could see, the sissies took their personal
cleanliness seriously. Sissy Nicole used her right hand to hold the
nozzle in place and put her left hand on Sissy Cindi's stomach. When
she was satisfied that Sissy Cindi was full, she withdrew the nozzle,
leaving the water running. When Sissy Cindi straightened up, I could
see that her tummy was bloated, but, to my surprise, instead of letting
it out, she started washing Sissy Nicole. Then she gave her an enema.
Finally, she squatted over the drain and casually began to discharge a
stream of brown liquid, ending with a few sputters and poops to which
nobody paid any attention. Still holding her enema, Sissy Nicole
repeated soaping up Sissy Cindi's ass and reinserted the nozzle. After
she was satisfied with her work, she squatted and let go, after which
she got her second enema.
I was so fascinated by the sissies' enema routine, I lost track of my
own situation. "I haf to make," I said urgently to Sissy Heather. By
then, Sissy Nicole and Sissy Cindi were out of the shower and toweling
each other off. "Thtep in," Sissy Heather directed me. We do our hair
firtht," she explained. "I can't wait," I told her. "Oh, my goodneth.
You are thuch a baby," Sissy Heather said, giggling at her own joke.
Trying hard not to make a mess, I wasn't amused. "Pweath," I begged
her, "right now." Sissy Heather could see that I was uncomfortable and
that there wasn't time for the niceties of sissy hygiene. She took one
of the nozzles and soaped it up. She stood next to me and put her left
hand between my shoulders, pushing down so that I doubled over. Then
she expertly slid the nozzle she was holding in her right hand into my
asshole. I could feel the warm water as it flowed inside me. "Oh, oh,
enough!" I exclaimed. "Don't be thuch a thithy," she replied, giggling
at another of her own jokes. "Pweath, it hurts," I whimpered. "Oh, my
goodneth. Be thtill," she told me. She moved the hand that had been
holding me down around to feel my stomach. "You aren't full yet. Take
widdle bweaths." I followed her instructions, which helped a little. I
closed my eyes and after a little while, the pain in my stomach became
a warm glow. It was almost disappointing when I felt her take the
nozzle out and she said, "Okay, my thweet thithy baby, go make nice poo
poo for me." Whatever modesty I had left disappeared with my need to
let the enema out. I waddled over to the drain, squatted and blasted
out a smelly stream. If it bothered Sissy Heather, she didn't show it.
She waited patiently until the last of the nasty liquid dribbled out
and then rinsed me off with the nozzle. Sissy Heather was waiting to go
again. This time, it was much nicer. I relaxed and enjoyed the feeling.
Once we had the necessities out of the way, Sissy Heather showed me how
to adjust the temperature and the flow of the water for her enema. "If
you make ith too cold, ith gives you cwamps. If you make ith too hot,
ith burns your inthides," she explained. I played with the faucet until
it felt about body temperature. Not too hot, not too cold. She tested
it and smiled. "Jutht wight," she agreed. Since I was already done with
my enemas, I did her twice. Then we washed each other off. She showed
me how to shampoo my hair. By the time we were done, all of the other
sissies had gone back to the dormitory. We dried each other and Sissy
Heather instructed me in how to wrap the towel around my head. When we
got back to the dormitory, the other sissies were all sitting at the
counter, working on their hair. Sissy Heather sat down and pointed to
the seat next to her. She unwrapped my towel and began to brush my
hair. "Ith too thort for rollers," she told me, "but ith will gwow and
you will have beautiful thithy curls too." For a second I imagined
myself with long hair, like the other sissies. Then I remembered I'm
not a sissy and I'll be out of her before my hair gets that long. I
didn't want to upset Sissy Heather, so I just smiled at her.
Sissy Heather continued with her beauty instruction. She went though
the proper use of half a dozen jars of cream and bottles of lotion, as
well as the proper method for brushing my hair so I wouldn't have split
ends. I smiled, pretending to be paying attention, but really thinking
about how I was going to escape. I still wasn't sure of the layout of
the school or its location. I was so groggy from the tranquilizer
during the ride that I had no idea of how long I was in the car and I
was lying down, so never saw any landmarks. I would just have to be
patient. My attention came back to Sissy Heather just as she was
explaining a small blue jar full of white cream. "Thith it for your
breathts." She took a small amount on her fingers and began to rub it
around my nipples. Breasts? I hadn't noticed before, but she had small
swellings with quarter sized brown rings and puffy little nipples. She
saw me staring and must have taken my amazement for admiration. "Don't
I have nice titties?" she said proudly. "Ith thith cweam. Here." She
handed me the jar. "Do me." The last thing I wanted was titties. "Miss-
twith Mary told me that I wouldn't be turned into a girl," I
complained." Sissy Heather looked at me like I was really dumb. "Of
course not, thilly. Thith cweam jutht makes your breathts swell and
your nipples wery thenthitive." Well, I thought, I always wanted to
feel up a girl, although this was not exactly how I imagined it.
Two by two the sissies got up and went to their beds. We were the last
couple to leave. Sissy Heather pulled back the covers. She slid in and
then opened her arms for me to snuggle up to her. I didn't have any
choice, unless I wanted to hurt her feelings and probably piss off
Mistress Mary by rejecting my bedmate. Since we were both naked, it was
either belly to belly, with our dicks pressed together, or turning
around, and having her dick, her dick?, in my backside. Dick to dick
also meant mouth to mouth, so butt first seemed better. I turned
around, sat down and stretched out. Sissy Heather's arms immediately
went around me and she pulled me against her. Sure enough, I felt her
hard cock sliding between my ass cheeks. I could hear little squeals
and soft moans coming from the other beds. Not that I wasn't up for
some hot sissy sex, but as Sissy Heather's left hand gently fondled my
nipple and her right hand sensuously stroked my shaft, I went into a
dreamy fog. Maybe it was the residual effect of being drugged, maybe it
was coming so many times, maybe it was just a long day, but my eyes
closed and I drifted off to sleep.
TO BE CONTINUED
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