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SISSY SCHOOL - PART 5
By Missy Crystal
I woke up thinking that I was in my bed at home and had a bad dream. I
was on my back looking up, but the ceiling of my bedroom wasn't pink.
Then the weight of my bedmate's arm and leg draped over me, the warmth
of her body against mine and her soft breath on my neck as she slept
quickly reminded me of what had happened the day before. My mother sent
me to a school for sissies and here I was in bed with one. Well, that
really wasn't the bad part. The girl, Sissy Heather, whatever, was
really pretty and really sweet. If I was at home, I would probably date
her, cock and all, considering the great sex we had and the fact that I
couldn't get a girlfriend for love or money. That's an idea. She knows
her way around here. Maybe we can run away together. Right. A nice
fantasy, but from her terrified reaction when I even suggested that she
break the rules, there was no chance she'd help me. More likely, she'd
turn me in and Mistress Mary would paddle my behind into pudding. Okay,
no thanks to that.
I listened carefully and only heard the rhythmic breathing of the other
sleeping sissies. Maybe now was the time for me to escape. I wondered
if the bedroom door was locked or had an alarm. Mistress Mary had said
there was a security system and escape was impossible. Was she
bluffing? I thought about yesterday. She was the only adult I saw. Did
that mean she was running the school alone? If so, then she had to
sleep sometime. Maybe she was asleep now and wasn't watching the
monitor? If I was really quiet, I could make it to the door and if I
got caught, I could say I was going to the bathroom. Of course, that
excuse wouldn't work if I was heading downstairs. I could say I was
hungry and wanted something to eat. No, it was clear that the sissies
could not wander around the school and all that would earn me was six
strokes for disobedience, if not the full punishment for trying to
escape. Too risky. Besides, I had no idea where I was or whether I
could get the front door open, if I did make it downstairs. Oh yeah,
and I was buck naked to boot. The sissies seemed to be able to move
around the house without supervision when they were doing their chores,
so, if I waited until I joined them, I would have a better chance of
checking things out.
My plans to escape ended with Sissy Heather softly kissing my neck,
working her way up with little licks and bites to my earlobe, which she
playfully stuck her tongue in and nibbled while her left hand slipped
down to resume where she left off last night when I fell asleep,
stroking my shaft, which had the desired effect. Not a bad way to wake
up. Having satisfied herself that I was now fully responsive, Sissy
Heather began to kiss, lick and nibble her way back down until she
reached my chest, all the while continuing to stroke my cock. She put
her mouth over my right nipple and began to suck and gently bite it.
The titty cream couldn't have worked this fast, I was pretty sure, but,
whatever it was, it felt like an electric shock. Wave after wave of
pleasure washed over me and focused on my dick, which was hard as a
rock. Sissy Heather sensing the perfect moment, swung around, and
kissed and licked her way down to my crotch, taking my throbbing cock
into her moist, warm mouth, while her hands tickled my balls and
asshole. At the same time she positioned herself so that her own stiff
cock was positioned over my mouth.
Fair is fair and its not like I never had a cock in my mouth before. I
mean, if you've given two blow jobs, what's a third? I opened my mouth
and lifted my head to capture the dangling dick. Once my lips were
wrapped around it, Sissy Heather began to slowly move her hips and butt
up, down and around, fucking my face. Between the erotic sensation of
my cock in her mouth and her cock in my mouth, it was only a few
minutes before I felt my balls tighten and then release a flood of cum.
A few strokes later, Sissy Heather came. Now we had a dilemma, I
thought. We each had a mouthful of the other's cum, so how could we
exchange it? Sissy Heather solved the problem by swinging around,
wrapping her arms around me and rolling over, so that we ended up face
to face with me on top. Then she took her right hand, drew my head down
and opened her mouth. The greedy little slut wanted both loads! Well, I
guess she had a right. I swished and parted my lips, letting the frothy
mixture spill out. A small amount dribbled onto her lips and chin. I
licked it up and added it to the load I deposited. She closed her
mouth, hugged me tightly and rolled over, so this time she was on top.
It took me a minute to figure out that she intended to give me back
some of our combined cum. I opened my mouth and the thick, warm salty
liquid flowed in.
To my astonishment, Sissy Heather wasn't done. She turned around again
and began to play with my cock. To my even greater astonishment, it
began to stiffen. Keeping it erect with her right hand, she drooled her
share of our cum over the head and let it dribble down, collecting
around her hand on the shaft, which she slid up and down to coat my
cock. Letting go, she sat up and straddled me, reaching behind her,
giving my cock and few more strokes and then guiding it into her
asshole. She began to slowly rock back and forth. I looked up at her
face and saw her looking at me with a big smile. Her movements were
slow and gentle. It didn't seem like she was trying to get me off, more
like she was enjoying the intimacy of having me in her. I smiled back
and warm glow spread over me as I swallowed my share of our cum.
Our magic moment was interrupted by the other sissies. "Wise and
shine," said a voice. "Huwry up, girlth," said another. Sissy Heather
gave her ass a final wiggle and slid forward until her lips were over
mine, her little soft breasts and hard nipples rubbing against me, as
my cock slid out of her ass. She gave me a long, lingering French kiss
with her cummy tongue and rolled off. "Weth go, sweepy head. Time to
wath up." I decided to test her. "No. I'm not going." She had no makeup
on and I could see the color go out of her face. "Oh, oh, oh!" she
exclaimed in shock. "You mutht. Pweath. Pweath. Mithtwith Mary will be
wery angwy." Okay, here goes, I thought. "Not if you don't tell her,
she won't." Sissy Heather shook her head. "No, no, no! I won't tell
her. thithies do not tattle on their thithters. Never, ever, ever.
Mithtwith Mary knowth what we do. Mithtwith Mary awways knowth!" Maybe,
maybe not; but I had the information I wanted. Sissy Heather and the
other sissies probably wouldn't turn me in, if they caught on to what I
was planning.
There was no reason to upset Sissy Heather any further or take the risk
that she was right about Mistress Mary's ability to constantly monitor
us. "Okay," I said, pretending to give in. I swung my legs onto the
floor and stood up. I wasn't used to having sex first thing in the
morning, actually I never had sex early in the morning or any other
time of the day, and my legs were a little wobbly. Sissy Heather put
her arm around my waist and I put mine over her shoulder for support. I
could feel the warmth of her naked body against mine. Maybe it was how
much she seemed to care for me, her genuine distress when I did
something for which I would be punished, or maybe it was the hormone
cream kicking in, but, whatever it was, I felt like kissing her. I
turned, hugged her and pressed my lips against hers. She kissed me
back, then pushed me away. "Thtop," she said breathlessly. "Tonight, my
thweet thithy baby. You mutht wait." Then she added, playfully reaching
down and gently squeezing my balls, "And you mutht thtay awake."
We got our wash cloths and towels and walked to the bathroom. Sissy
Nicole and Sissy Cindi were in the shower. Sissy Tammi and Sissy Danni
had their towels around their heads and were leaving as we came in.
Sissy Heather brought me over to the sinks. We sat down and she began
to explain more beauty products. "Thith ith a spethial wahth for zith.
Nobody wants to make wuhve to a thithy wif a face full of pimples." She
giggled. She showed me how to use a cotton pad to apply it. "Winse it
off good wif warm water," she cautioned me. "Never uth hot water, it
dwies out your thkin." Next, she showed me something called toner that
firmed up your skin and then some kind of vitamin stuff that nourished
it. I never realized that being beautiful was so complicated. Finally,
we headed for the shower. This time we just used the hand held showers
on our bodies, removing the traces of this morning's sex. After that,
it was enemas all around. Mistress Mary was right about that anyway.
Once you got into them, or they got into you, they were enjoyable.
After we were clean, inside and out, we dried each other off. Even that
had to be done properly. "Pat, don't wub. Wubbing ith not good for a
thithy's delicate thkin," Sissy Heather lectured me. "It maketh it awl
wed and bwotchy."
When we got back to the dormitory, the other sissies were at the
counter, putting on their makeup and doing their hair. We went over and
sat down. Mistress May didn't put any makeup on me yesterday, when she
dressed me in my baby clothes. Sissy Heather turned to examine my face,
putting her hand under my chin and twisting, turning and tilting my
head with soft mmmm's as she considered the possibilities. "I will do
you makeup firtht. Wahth carefuwwy. Thith ith foundation. It maketh
your thkin look smooth and hides bwemithes." She showed me a bottle
with a thick pinkish liquid in it. With a small sponge, she dabbed some
on my face and then smoothed it out into an even coat. Next came long
false eyelashes which were glued on over my own and curled with a funny
looking scissor thing, eye liner, eye shadow, powder for my nose and
forehead, "Tho they won't be thiny," she explained, blush, lip liner,
lipstick and lip gloss. "Thith ith supposed to thtay on all day," she
explained, "but ith not made for thithies," she giggled. When she was
satisfied with my face, she worked on my hair. It was too short to do
sissy curls, but she made little ringlets that hung down in front with
a curling iron. Since I would still be in my baby's bonnet, that would
be all that showed anyway. I had been facing her as she worked. She put
her hand on my shoulder and turned me to look in the mirror. "Thee." A
pretty girl stared back.
"Wet me thee your handth." I held them out. She shook her head. "Oh,
look at those nailth. You are thuch a boy," she teased me. She took my
right hand and began to file the nails, making them round and even. I
noticed that hers were maybe an inch long, with bright pink polish that
was the same shade as her lipstick. Looking down at mine, they were
kind of pathetic. When she finished filing them, she took out a little
buffer and smoothed the tops. Then she opened a bottle of nail polish
and expertly applied a smooth coat. When she finished my right hand,
she had me hold it up and wave it, so the polish would dry. She
repeated the process on my left hand. Actually, they looked nice. "I
thould gif you a pedicure too, but there ith no time. Maybe tomowwow."
One thing I did notice is that the sissies didn't wear any jewelry,
even earrings. I asked Sissy Heather why. "Girlth wear jewewry.
Thithies don't," she answered, as though it made perfect sense.
Finally, Sissy Heather picked up a small bottle. "Perfume," she showed
me. She took out the stopper, which had a glass rod attached and put a
dot on each wrist. "Wub them together," she directed. I did and I could
smell a powdery, floral scent. She put another dab behind each ear and
on each side of the base of my neck. The scent got stronger. She bent
forward and sniffed. "Mmmmm, dewithious."
One by one, the other sissies finished and started to get dressed.
Sissy Heather did not seem to be in a rush. It was obviously important
to her that both of us to looked our best. She put a few final touches
on me and then began to do her own face. "Wath me." She was a natural
at this. When she was satisfied, she got up and went over to her
wardrobe. "I will get dwessed firtht, then I will get you dwethed." She
took out a pair of pink nylon panties with rows and rows of white
ruffles and stepped into them. Then came her pink sissy dress with
layers of lace on the front, puffy ruffled sleeves and a short skirt
with layers and layers of ruffled petticoats. She slipped it over her
head and put her arms through, turning so I could button it up the
back. As I reached the last few buttons on her neck, she used her hands
to toss her beautiful blonde curls back and I had an urge to kiss the
back of her exposed neck, but I controlled myself. Next she slipped on
short white nylon socks with pink ruffles around the ankles and stepped
into a pair of pink leather high heeled shoes with a round toe and an
ankle strap. Once dressed, she spent a few minutes primping and then
turned to me. "Get your things and bwing them ower to tha bed." She
might be my nanny, but she wasn't my maid. I did as she directed,
finding everything that I had worn yesterday, including a diaper and
the pacifier. She nodded her approval. "Way down." Since we were
already late, she was all business and soon had me in my baby outfit,
sucking on the pacifier. "Thtand up." She looked me over, made a few
final adjustments and then guided me towards the door. She stopped
short. "Oh, I am thuch a thilly head! Wait." She went back to my
wardrobe and brought back my restraining belt. I had forgotten all
about it. She buckled it around my waist and then cuffed my wrists.
"Mithwith Mary would haf been wery angwy wif me. Bad Thithy Nanny
Heather, bad thithy," she chastised herself. "Weth go."
Sissy Heather held onto my arm as we went down the stairs. When we got
to the kitchen, the other sissies were sitting with their breakfast in
front of them: some kind of flake cereal with milk, dry toast and a
small glass of pink juice, maybe grapefruit. Nobody said anything about
us being late or having to wait. Sissy Heather sat me down. She went to
a cabinet, took out a box and poured some white stuff into a bowl. She
took a carton of milk out of the refrigerator, added some to the bowl
and put it in the microwave. I glanced at the box. "Gerber's Rice
Cereal." A minute later, she opened the microwave and brought the bowl
over. As soon as she sat down, the other sissies began to eat. Sissy
Heather removed my pacifier and dipped a finger into the cereal to
check its temperature. Satisfied that it wasn't too hot, she put her
finger in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it and she pulled it out,
leaving some cereal in my mouth. It didn't have much taste, but was
edible. She continued to spoon it into my mouth. When it was gone, she
cleaned my lips off with her tongue. Then she ate her own breakfast.
When she finished, she got up and opened a bottle. I couldn't see what
it was. She poured it into a baby bottle, screwed on the nipple and
came back. It was a pale yellow color. She put it up to my lips, but I
was reluctant to drink it. She looked puzzled, looked at the bottle,
looked at me, and it dawned on her what was the problem. "Oh, you're
thuch a thilly thithy baby. Thith ith appwel juith. Thee." She put the
nipple in her mouth and drank a little. I looked at the other sissies,
who were amused. Then Sissy Heather added with a grin, "But I can pee
in it, if you want." I shook my head and opened my mouth. She put the
nipple in and I nursed. It was apple juice.
While I was finishing my bottle, Sissy Nicole went to a cabinet and
took out a large brown bottle. She opened it, poured out a handful of
brown pills, and passed them out. Each sissy took one, except Sissy
Heather, who took two, one of which I assumed was for me. "Open," she
said. I was reluctant to take any more stuff that changed my body and
hesitated. "Ith a witamin," she assured me. "Mithtwith Mary sayth a
thick thithy ith a uthleth thithy." I took the pill and washed it down
with the rest of my bottle. When they were all through with breakfast,
each of the sissies came by and gave me kiss with a small taste of
mushy cereal on their tongues. As usual, they were giggling, teasing
and playfully touching each other while they cleaned up. Sissy Heather
hadn't put my pacifier back yet. "Thithy Heather," I said in my best
sissy voice, "I don't thee any clocks. How do you know when ith time to
do something?" "Mithtwith Mary tells us," she answered. "But how do you
know how long to spend doing it, like sleeping, getting dressed and
eating?" I asked her. "We thpend ath much time ath it takes," she
explained. "We do ewwrything together. When we are all weady, we do it.
When we are awl finithed, we thtop." I still didn't get it. "But thith
morning, we were still in bed and the other thithies made us get up?"
Sissy Heather nodded her head. "Yeth, when mohtht of the thithies are
weady, then the other thithies cooperwate." I had one final question.
"How dohth Mithtwith Mary know when it is time for you to do things?"
Sissy Heather, shook her head at the thought of having to explain what
Mistress Mary did. "Mithtwith Mary tellth uth what to do to pwease her
and we do it until Mithtwith Mary tellth uth to thtop." "So," I said
logically, "if Mithtwith Mary told you to have playtime and she didn't
tell you to stop, you would just have sex forever?" "Yeth," she replied
sincerely. "Ith thath what pweased Mithtiwth Mary, then thath what we
would do! Now, enough quethtionth." She took my pacifier, put it in her
mouth to coat it with saliva and then put the glistening nipple in my
mouth. "Thuck," she said sweetly.
TO BE CONTINUED
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