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SISSY SCHOOL - PART 6
By Missy Crystal
The sissies flounced out of the kitchen in a train of swirling
petticoats and went into the living room, which was also the classroom.
I was the caboose, following Sissy Heather. As soon as we were all in
the room, Mistress Mary appeared. Either she had ESP or she really was
constantly monitoring us. Either way, I was glad I decided not to try
anything for the time being. "Today we will have a deportment class,"
she announced. "Yeth, Mithtwith Mary, thank you," the sissies all
replied with their customary curtsey. "Sissy Cindi, explain to our new
student what deportment means." Yeth, Mithtwith Mary, thank you. Well,"
she began, with her hands on her hips and a serious face, "deportment
ith when we wearn to act wike thithies." "Very good," Sissy Cindi.
"Sissy Danni, tell, Sissy Baby Ariel how a sissy acts." "Yeth,
Mithtwith Mary, thank you," she replied and curtseyed. "A thithy mutht
alwayth act wery thweet and innothent." "Very good," Sissy Danni.
"Sissy Nicole, what does a sissy do to be sweet and innocent?" Yeth,
Mithtwith Mary, thank you," she immediately responded with a curtsey.
"Well, a thithy acth wike a widdle girl." Very good, Sissy Nicole.
"Sissy Tammi, why does a sissy act like a little girl?" After the usual
response, Sissy Tammi explained, "A thithy acth wike a widdle girl
becuth it turnth men on." She nodded her head for emphasis and added,
"Yeth, it dohth." "Very good, Sissy Tammi. Sissy Heather, show Sissy
Baby Ariel the proper way for a sissy to walk."
There's no point in continuing to state the obvious, that the sissies
always showed Mistress Mary the proper respect by responding, "Yes,
Mistress Mary, thank you," in their best sissy voice and curtseying.
Sissy Heather began to mince and flounce across the room. "Pay close
attention, Sissy Baby Ariel," Mistress Mary ordered me. I studied her
movements. She took little steps, with each foot placed in front of the
other, which made her hips swivel and her butt wiggle. If I tried to
copy her, I would probably break something I thought. She held her
hands up, wrists limp and fingers slightly spread, sort of waving with
each step. Her chin was up and she had a big smile. When she got to the
end of the room, she twirled around, with her dress flaring out and
petticoats swirling, and headed back, stopping when she reached
Mistress Mary. "Very good, Sissy Heather. Now sit." I expected that she
would sit down the way I saw girls do it, smoothing their dress
underneath them and crossing their legs at the knees or ankles. I was
surprised when instead she flipped the back of her dress up, so that
she sat on her pantied bottom and kept her legs spread apart, exposing
her crotch. At fist I didn't get it. I thought we were supposed to act
like girls. Then it struck me; not modest big girls, but innocent
little ones. That's how they sat, with their dress up and flashing
their panties. There must have been a lot of male still in me, because,
watching Sissy Heather walk and sit, I was getting turned on. "Alright,
girls," Mistress Mary announced, "follow Sissy Danni." She turned to
her, "Walk." The sissies paraded around and around the room under
Mistress Mary's watchful eye. "Smaller steps, Sissy Tammi; chin up,
Sissy Cindi, arms in, Sissy Nicole; very good, Sissy Heather. Twirl and
whirl girls." Finally, she was satisfied and had the sissies return to
her.
"Now then, let me see. Sissy Baby Ariel has not had any exercise yet. I
believe we need to correct that." I was sure that whatever she had in
mind was going to involve a workout for my mouth and ass. "Panties off
girls." The sissies immediately dropped their frilly underpants and
stepped out of them. "Sissy Nicole, Sissy Tammi and Sissy Cindi on the
couch. "Sissy Heather in the chair. Sissy Danni on your knees in front
of Sissy Heather," Mistress Mary directed. "Sissy Baby Ariel, on your
knees in front of Sissy Tammi," who was in the middle of the three
sissies on the couch. "Sissy Baby Ariel," Mistress Mary continued, "you
will suck Sissy Tammi's cock. Sissy Nicole and Sissy Cindii will play
with her while they wait their turns. After she comes, she will swap
places with Sissy Nicole and, after Sissy Nicole comes, she will swap
places with Sissy Cindi. When you have finished the sissies on the
couch, you will sit in Sissy Heather's lap and take her cock up your
ass. Sissy Danni, will play with you." When Sissy Heather comes, she
will trade places with Sissy Danni." I was right, three blow jobs and
two butt fucks. "After all of the sissies have come, Sissy Heather will
do you however she likes. Then she will bring you to my office for
private instruction while the other sissies do their housework. Sissy
Tammi and Sissy Danni, you will change the sheets and make the beds.
Sissy Nicole and Sissy Cindi, you will do the bathroom. Sissy Heather,
after you bring Sissy Baby Ariel to me, you will do the laundry. You
may begin." Knowing the penalty for hesitation, I took Sissy Tammi's
cock in my hand and with very little encouragement it got hard. I
leaned forward, took it in my mouth and began to slurp while the
sissies on either side used all of their tricks on the unoccupied
portions of her anatomy. "Less noise, more suction," Mistress Mary
directed me. After confirming my compliance, she turned and left.
By the time I had completed my 'exercise' routine, I was exhausted. The
good news, if you could call it that, was that I could return three
mouthfuls of cum to their owners, instead of having to swallow that
much sperm. I mean, I had sort of developed a taste for the stuff and
there was always a some left in my mouth, but you can have too much of
a good thing. The cum in my ass got drained by its owners too. The
other goods news, and you could call it that, was not having to wait
until bedtime for sex with Sissy Heather. It was ecstasy, as always,
and, after we were through, she got me dressed and escorted me to
Mistress Mary's office. She knocked on the door and we were told to
come in. Once inside, Mistress Mary dismissed Sissy Heather, who
hurried off to do her chores.
"Go over to the table," I was told. I walked over to the leather
covered table. Mistress Mary walked over and released my arms, then
removed the restraining belt and took out my pacifier. She went to a
door, which I had not noticed before. The door opened towards me, so I
could not see what was inside. She went in and came out with a pair of
mint green leather high heeled shoes and white ankle socks with mint
green ruffles, like the ones the sissies wore, so I guessed it must be
a closet where she kept sissy outfits. "Up on the table," she ordered
me. I hopped up. She bent over and put a sock on each foot, then the
shoes. "Stand up." I hopped down and toppled over. Mistress Mary moved
out of the way and let me collapse. Luckily, I had my hands free, so I
could break my fall. "Get up." I stood back up, carefully balancing on
the heels. "You will find it easier to wear high heels, if you keep
your weight over the balls of your feet." I shifted my position
slightly and it did feel more stable."
Mistress Mary returned to her desk, where she picked up a black leather
rod with a loop at one end and a small flap at the other. I recalled
that it was the thing jockeys used, a riding crop. She walked back to
me, slapping it into her hand. She stood about a foot from me, looking
me in the eye. "Are you happy here?" she asked me. Her question took me
by surprise. I didn't think it mattered to her one way or the other. I
gave her the answer I was sure she wanted, "Yeth, Miss-twith Mary,
thank you." I didn't dare try a curtsey in the heels. Sissy Heather had
said that a sick sissy is a useless sissy. So is a sissy with a broken
neck. "You want to stay here then?" "Yeth, Miss-twith Mary, thank you,"
I hastily replied. She moved closer, taking the riding crop and putting
the end under my chin, tilting my head up to meet her eyes. "Liar," she
accused me. "I know you want to escape." My heart stopped. Had she been
watching the monitor this morning and somehow guessed what I was up to?
Could she really read my mind or was she bluffing? Either way, my
guilty reaction gave me away. She removed the crop and stood back. Her
expression softened. "Do not be frightened, my beautiful Sissy Baby
Ariel. You will not be punished. Your thoughts are you own. I do not
want to control your mind. I want to win your heart." I breathed a sigh
of relief. "We will work towards that day. Now then, walk." I took a
hesitant step. "Another. And another. And another. Smaller steps. One
foot in front of the other. Head up and smile." Trying to do everything
at once, I lost my concentration and my balance. I caught myself before
I fell. "Continue," Mistress Mary ordered, emphasizing it with a swat
on my butt from her crop.
Mistress Mary made me walk back and forth until my calfs and back
ached, correcting my movement with repeated swats of her crop to my
butt and, when she wanted to be more emphatic, my exposed thighs. Just
when I thought I could not possibly take another step, she said, "rest.
You have done well for your first time in high heels. I am pleased." A
compliment from the woman who could blister my butt, if I did not
perform up to her expectations, was welcome. This time I responded
sincerely. "Do not let it go to your head," she warned me. "You still
have a long way to go before you earn your frillies." I still was
optimistic about escaping and thought to myself, "That's what you
think." Mistress Mary sat down behind her desk. She looked at me. "Yes,
I do think so." It was a good thing I was wearing a diaper, because I
wet my pants. After leaving me standing while she did some paperwork,
she stood up and came around the desk. "Up," she directed me. I hopped
up on the table. She unbuckled the shoes, slipped them off and removed
the socks, leaving them on the table. "Down." I hopped down. She took
the restraining belt, fastened it around my waist and cuffed my wrist.
Mistress Mary opened the door and we went down the hall to the living
room. All of the sissies were there. "Time for beauty school," Mistress
Mary told us. "She opened a cabinet and the sissies each took out a
women's magazine. Sissy Heather picked one out and gave it to me. The
cover said, "Elle." The sissies studied the magazines, just like text
books, showing each other articles about hair styles and beauty secrets
and commenting on the advice. "Oh, look," observed Sissy Tammi, "thith
thayth if you put powder on you wips firtht, it will make your
wipthtick wast wonger." "You thould twy that," Sissy Danni told her. "I
am tired of cweaning your wipstick off my peenie." The sissies burst
into giggles. After the magazine lesson, we had playtime. Then we went
to the kitchen for lunch. After lunch, we had more classes, then
playtime again, afternoon housekeeping chores, during which I had
another private lesson with Mistress Mary, a video, then dinner and to
bed.
From that day on, my life at the school was a blur. With no windows to
tell if it was day or night, no calendar and no clocks, it was
impossible to know if I had been there for days, weeks or months. It
really didn't matter. Making love with Sissy Heather was something of
which I never got tired. She was devoted to pleasing me in any and
every way possible and I felt the same. Sissy love was totally
selfless. She didn't expect me to remember her birthday or our
anniversary. I didn't have to bring her flowers or presents. I didn't
have to flatter her or tell her I loved her. There was no commitment.
She asked for nothing and wanted nothing. Just sex. My sissy sisters
were equally enjoyable to be with. No jealousy, no rivalry, no gossip.
Just affection. I believe that, if Mistress Mary offered to punish one
of them in my place, they would happily accept it, and I would do the
same for them.
One morning, when I was in Mistress Mary's office for my private
instruction, she told me to get undressed. I took off my panties and
diaper. "Your bonnet and pacifier too." I immediately complied. She
pointed to a pile of clothes on the table. "Put them on." I looked at
them. They were boy's clothes. In fact, I recognized them as the
underwear, jeans, t-shirt and sneakers I had been wearing when my
mother brought me to the school. I hesitated. "Are you being
disobedient?" she asked menacingly. My mind raced. Oh my God, oh my
God, oh my God! No! It can't be! She is sending me away. I started to
shake and broke down into tears. It isn't fair. I have done everything
she asked me. I have learned my lessons. How could she do this to me? I
can't leave my sissy sisters. I won't. I will take any punishment. Yes,
that's it. I will let her punish me for whatever I did wrong and then
she will let me stay. I bent over and held my ankles, waiting for her
paddle. Six strokes, twelve strokes a hundred strokes. I didn't care.
After a few minutes, I started to get dizzy from my head being down and
had to stand up. Mistress Mary was sitting behind her desk. She looked
at me. "You wanted to leave. You are free to do so. Since you are not a
student here, there is no reason to punish you for disobedience."
If I could be disobedient without any consequences, then I could speak
without permission. "Mithtwith Mary," I got out between sobs, "why are
you thending me away? I don't want to go. I wuhve it here. I wuhve my
thithy thithters. I wuhve you. You were wight, Mithtwith Mary. You were
wight. I am a thithy. That ith who I am and what I am. That is all I
want to be. A perfect thithy who will make you tho pwoud and be mawwied
to one of your cwients, tho you will get wots and wots of money to pay
you back for ewwything you haf giwen me. Pweath, pweath Mithwith Mary.
Pweath don't thend me away." I broke down into tears again. When I
regained a little of my composure, I looked up and saw that Mistress
Mary had come around the desk and was standing in front of me. "Are you
sure? Are you very sure that you want to stay? That you freely give
your heart to me?" "Yeth! Yeth! Yeth! Yeth! I said emphatically. "Then
you may stay." At that moment, I was so grateful that I would have
given her all of my internal organs. I would have given her my sex
organs too, except that I needed them to be a sissy.
"You have indeed learned your lessons well," Sissy Ariel. Something
seemed wrong and then I realized she no longer included 'baby' in my
name. Mistress Mary went on, "you may have thought that the other
sissies did not leave because of their fear of being punished. In fact,
they are free to leave at any time. So are you. Simply walk to the
front door, open it and go out into the world. None have ever done so."
Neither would I. "You may speak." "I wath a wery unhappy boy out there.
I am a wery happy thithy in here. Thith ith where I bewong. Thith ith
where I will thtay until I am mawwied and you will be wery pwoud of me.
I pwomise." Mistress Mary nodded.
"Now, let me tell you what the future holds for you. When you turn
eighteen, and yes, I will know when that is, you will be an adult and
can make your own choice of whether you want to be married to one of my
clients. Although I accept teenage boys and encourage them to be
sexually active with each other, it is no different in kind than their
usual promiscuity at that age. I do not believe in an adult having sex
with a child, which is why I wait until you are an adult yourself.
There are those who want young sissies, but my clients know that my
sissies are well worth waiting for. Although we use the word
'marriage,' it is not a civil or religious commitment. My clients sign
a three year contract, for which they pay me a substantial sum. Of that
amount, fifty thousand dollars a year for each of the three years of
your contract, a total of one hundred and fifty thousand dollars, is
credited to your account. I keep the money and invest it for you. You
would be surprised how many people in finance I have as clients and by
the end of your contract, you should have accumulated about a quarter
of a million dollars. After that, your 'husband' may renew your
contract yearly, with your consent, or you can ask me for a new
contract. For each additional year, you are credited with one hundred
thousand dollars. Most of my sissies have retired after three or four
renewals of their contracts. With their accumulated savings, they live
very comfortably."
The money really didn't matter to me. I only wanted to please Mistress
Mary and to repay her for recognizing my true nature and giving me such
happiness. "It is time for us to join the other sissies," Mistress Mary
advised me. I picked up my diaper and started to put it on. "Since we
are celebrating your birthday, I believe something more special is in
order." I gave her a puzzled look. "Your birthday as Sissy Ariel." She
went over to the closet and took out a bag. She brought it over to the
table and opened it. Inside was the most beautiful sissy dress I had
ever seen. It was mint green with white lace and rows and rows of
ruffles. There were matching ruffled panties. "I believe that the green
will compliment your beautiful red hair." I started to cry again. "No
time for tears. Put it on." I pulled on the panties and slipped on the
dress. Mistress Mary did the buttons for me. She went back to the
closet and brought out the high heeled shoes and socks I had worn while
I practiced walking. Now I knew why they were mint green. Once I was
dressed, Mistress Mary opened the closet door all the way, to expose a
mirror. "Look," she directed me. I came over and admired myself. "Your
makeup is a mess. Come here." I went over to her desk and she brought
out a makeup box. I began to repair the damage. When I was finished,
Mistress Mary told me to follow her.
I swished and swirled down the hall in my new dress. When we reached
the living room, my sissy sisters were waiting. Sissy Heather was in
front. As soon as I walked in, they all started clapping and then ran
over to hug and kiss me. I was so happy, I was about to explode.
"Girls," Mistress Mary announced, "it is time for the birthday cake." I
looked over and there was a beautiful cake, decorated with mint green
rosebuds and on it was written in mint green icing, 'Happy Birthday
Sissy Ariel.' "Before we have the cake, take off your dresses, so they
don't get dirty," Mistress Mary directed us. Even though I wanted to
wear my dress, I immediately complied. Once we were undressed, Mistress
Mary cut the cake. I was amazed at how many different intimate ways one
could be fed cake. By the end of the party, our bodies were covered
with frosting.
EPILOG
For those who wonder about Sissy Ariel, on her eighteenth birthday she
married a fabulously wealthy and incredibly horny South American oil
tycoon, who set her up as his sissy bride in a magnificent mansion. He
was so pleased with her, that he extended their 'marriage' for a record
six years. Although he would have kept her longer, Sissy Ariel insisted
that he deserved and needed a younger sissy. Her 'husband' gave her a
fabulous estate and added a million dollars to her already substantial
account. Sissy Heather had retired years earlier. She moved in with
Sissy Ariel and the two of them lived happily ever after.
THE END
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