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Part I - Jezebel starts her big day, serving as a sissy maid for the dominant females of hir family. We seen in depth hir morning routine, as sie gets her sisters and hirself ready for school. My alarm goes off at 5:30 in the morning. It is an old fashioned wind up alarm clock with the clapper bell ringer which would wake up the dead, or at least this sissy who had been dreaming sweet dreams of dancing in a full ball gown with hir Prince Charming. I turn on the light on my side table, illuminating my little sissy gurl's room. My room is decorated in the most over the top sissy fashion. My pink four poster bed canopy bed is bedecked in rows of pink lace and ribbons along the canopy and along the sashes wrapped around the four bed poles. My mother has a sign attached to the ceiling of my canopy, so it is the first thing I see when I open my eyes. In script letters it says simply enough, 'Obey.' The bed is covered in Frilly pink bed spread, lacy throw pillows, and stuffed animals. The room is decorated with ruffled lampshades, posters of Taylor Swift and boy bands, and a girls dresser and make up table. Another day of sissy servitude. My mother puts me to bed not long after sunset. A sissy has a long day of chores and no one in my family has any need to talk with me, since my opinions are worthless. I am not allowed to watch television or movies. So why not put me to bed. Last night's, light's out was 8:00 pm. I switch off that terrible alarm and rise out of bed. I am wearing a frilly pink baby doll nightly with a long ribbon sash in front over the rickets of lace. My matching satin pink panty is covered in lacy ruffles and ribbons. All of my clothing is feminine to the extreme. I head over to my bathroom to prepare for the day. First I have to relieve myself. I pull down my girly panties and reach around and pull out my butt plug. I've been required to wear a but plug for my 'hygenic' reasons since I turned twelve, in and around the time when a genetic female may get her first period. A sissy like myself, must become 'comfortable' with hir sissy hole being penetrated at all times. I have learned to crave it. I carefully remove my plug and put it in a special tray, where it can be washed and sterilized. I sit on the toilet like a good gurl. My sissy clitoris is locked away in a chastity cage that completely prevents any unseemly bulges by hiding my sissy genitalia between my legs. I've been wearing one since age eleven. The morning of my first 'wet dream.' (Once I turned ten years of age, my mother inspected my panties, first thing in the morning, very carefully, so she could put my sissy clitty in 'jail' at the first sign of trouble.) My chastity belt is locked around my waist with a metal guard that goes between my legs. Underneath the guard (which is locked into place); my sissy clit is locked in a metal sheath. The sheath is then locked into the guard between my legs with a pee hole so I can take care of business, just like a girl does, sitting of course. I take care of business, and then take a douche and clean out my sissy hole. I will more thoroughly cleanse my sissy areas, when I shower, but I have a strict schedule to follow. I insert a fresh butt plug and then scurry back into my bedroom. I touch up my make up and put a big satin pink ribbon in my hair.. I douse myself in perfume. My mother insists that a good sissy should be smelled, before she enters a room. I put on my marabou sandals. I adjust my pale pink tulle, two tiered ruffle collar Renaissance style Elizabethan collar, locked in the front with a tiny padlock. Hanging from the lock of my slave/sissy collar is my dog tag that states: "'Jezebel' property of the McCarthur family If lost please call 555-5555 Requires discipline at all times" Also connected to my slave collar is a shocker device. A voice activated shocker. It also has a camera. My Sissy-Cam is always on. My family is always, always watching, (or at least my video stream is being dumped to a recorder for later on review). Privacy for me, is non- existent. (No one in my family would dream of knocking before entering my bedroom or even my bathroom.) If I, for any reason, act any manner unbecoming to my lowly status as a sissy slave; I will face dire consequences. Even though it is very early in the morning, I add some hoop earrings and very quickly 'fix' of my face with a touch of lipstick and some mascara. I put in my pacifier with a very phallic insert. Mother requires me to be penetrated on both ends, so I often suck on it while in the house. I find it very calming and I very rarely have to say anything to my superiors. If they give me an order , I immediately curtsey and perform the command. Why talk? What do I have to say? 'A sissy should be seen, never heard,' says my mother. When I do talk, I must speak in a girlish lisp, and since my tongue surgery, I most definitely have a pronounced lisp.. My mother had my vocal chords operated on when I was very young, so I could only speak in the absolutely highest register. Since it is early, and no one else is awake yet, I am allowed to 'cavort' in my lingerie, while I perform my earliest chores. Once the household is awake, I need to be in my pretty maid's uniform like the good servant that I am. I leave my room in my nightie and a transparent Maribou trimmed robe, that basically doesn't cover anything. I make sure to take the tiny mincing steps that have been ingrained into me since I was a little gurl, I mince into the kitchen, and make the morning coffee and mix up the scones for the oven. I open the front door, and scour the front yard for the morning paper. We have high walls and gates, so I don't really give our neighbors a show. That said, Mistress Roberts from across the street, has two teenage daughters that have a room on the third floor, they are constantly photographing my outfits and posting them on-line, with the most snarky comments. . Unfortunately two of our gardeners are unloading their equipment and begin cat calling me with all sorts of terrible words, like "faggot, sissy, whore, punta", and other pejoratives. They love to tease me, and worse. Much, much worse, when I am alone in the house. I get the paper. They both run at me, so I fly back into the house, knowing they want to drag me behind the gardening shed and make me perform for them. 'Men are such animals.' After surviving my hunt for the morning paper. I return to the kitchen, and get things ready for breakfast. I am allowed one cup of coffee, skim milk and sweetener, only. (A sissy has to watch her figure, because others will be watching hirs.). Luckily, I never have much of an appetite. When my mother had my vocal cords operated on, she also had my stomach stapled, so I fill up fast on my sissy appropriate meals of salads, and more salads. Also no stealing any food. There are cameras everywhere and I will be severely disciplined for the slightest infraction. I was caned recently for sneezing too loudly, I can't imagine my punishment for deliberate food theft. I finish up and head back to my bedroom. I have a little time for a workout. I pull off my beautiful nightie and put on my black Danskin leotard and pink tutu skirt. I head to my special workout studio in the basement . I look at myself in the wall length mirror. Looking at my reflection, I pout. I am trying to get used to my recently dyed hot pink hair. My sisters gave me an involuntary makeover, (which I usually dread) and this is what they had come up with. I actually kind of like it, it has a certain sissy cache. But I miss my brunette hair. (I recently dyed my eyebrows pink to make them match, because my sisters had skipped that part and it was distracting.) My hair is still wavy and falls to the small of my back. I have been growing my hair since birth. I put my hands on my hips and pose for a second. At first glance, I look like a typical teenage girl.. Only upon closer examination do my hips look a little narrow for a girl and my ass looks just a little too boyish. I?ve been on female hormones for years, so I have a girlish complexion, and almost no facial or body hair. My Mother has sent me to the plastic surgeon for numerous upgrades. I had a nose job years ago making my nose small and narrow. My lips have been puffed and into a more kissable shape. My eyes were cut for a little more drama. My disgusting Adam?s apple, thankfully always flush, has been reduced. My cheekbones defined and my chin narrowed, and such. I detest any maleness in my features. I satisfy myself that I do look like a girl, a little flat chested, but with definite petite boobs, and overall just a little androgynous. Mother has made it clear that as a sissy, I will be almost exclusively judged for my looks and my submissiveness. No one wants to own an ugly sissy. First, I stretch on the ballet bar. I am a flexible little minx. I grab my yoga mat, and immediately perform the tree pose, the pigeon pose, and the half lord of the fishes pose, for my yoga stretches. I then begin my calisthenics; squats, leg lifts, and crunches, lots and lots of crunches. All my exercises are designed to tone my sissy core; my butt, thighs and abs. As I finish my last set of donkey kicks, I look at my ?special? workout equipment. My collection of dildos, exercise balls with a phallus, and several automated fuck machines. I am permitted to masturbate; but only with permission, and supervision. I can only pleasure myself as a proper sissy should, by penetrating myself with a phallus, and of course I can play with my small, but thankfully growing tities and by sucking on a dildo. I have two holes that can be filled, and I love getting fucked in both. Unfortunately, my masturbation is closely supervised by an adult. I can only self?pleasure with permission. Being a teenager, my mother knows that even a sissy like me has needs. So she allows me to fuck myself to orgasm a few times a week. If she didn?t restrict it all, I think I might never leave my bedroom, and then who would do my chores? I look longingly at my dildos. I so want one up my boi-pussy. My sissy clit swells futility in its tight confinement. I fantasize about the gardeners for a moment. I let them capture me. They lift me by my legs and arms and carry me behind the shed. They drop their blue jeans and their big, beautiful dicks spring out. One grabs me from behind and forces my face towards his friend?s swollen cock. They both yell at me terrible slurs. My sissy-clitty has become painful as I continue to fantasize about being ravaged. I look at my play toys and sigh. Luckily the water in my shower only runs cold. I head upstairs and very, very quietly enter my mother?s room. She and Valerie are still asleep (both snoring away) on their enormous water bed.(Hey the ?70?s still live on in this household) and I hold up a single doggie treat. Princess Antiope, our toy cocker-poodle (or Cockapoo), is suddenly super aware of my presence and scurries towards the door to get her num num. I retrieve her and very quietly exit mother?s room. Princess gets her treat and I put her in her in her little doggie vest, and her harness for her morning walk. I throw on my pink(of course) faux ostrich feathered winter coat, my muff, and my matching faux fur hat and spy out the side door. No sign of the gardeners. I exit and take her down the side path and out a little gate. As we walk in the cold air, I wave at several of my sissy friends who are in a jogging club together, as they pass by. I wave at Vi, the sissy maid of our closest neighbor, sie is walking hir owners slightly terrifying Doberman Pinschers, but sie is wearing a ball gag. No chit chat today I guess. Antiope finishes her duty and I clean up, and head towards the house. I cautiously head back through the yard. I go pass one of the trees, and of the gardeners leaps out and yells "boo!" I scream, grab Princess Antiope and run towards the side door. The gardeners laughing at me as I run for it. I go through the door and calm down. Actually it was kind of funny. I bet I looked pretty darn ridiculous. I give Princess her after-walk treats, and head to my bedroom and specifically my bathroom. I return to the toilet and use my wonderful bidet to clean and rinse my sissy area. I remove my plug and I insert the nozzle of my full Enema bag. I fill up my poop chute with the cleansing liquid and then stand up. I need to hold it in for as long as possible, so it really works into every crevice of my rectum and beyond. I brush my teeth and floss. I search my face for any peach fuzz. I ignore the pressure, for as long as possible, and when I feel like I am going to explode. I spring back onto the toilet and let the liquid flow out of me, as I moan from the draining feeling. Now clean on the inside, it is time to clean myself on the outside. I hop into the shower and wash myself with most flowery soaps and ointments that can be located. I shave my legs and search for any pubic or body hair. I wash and condition my long pink hair. I exit the shower, and add on body powder, deodorant and other lotions, and a healthy dose of perfume. I blow dry and style my hair. I dutifully insert a clean but plug. I head back in my bedroom, and begin to dress in my uniform. I love my maid?s uniform and my lingerie. I make almost all my own clothing. I love designing my newest creation of finery and fluffery. I have only worn the most girlish clothing since infancy. I change out the jewel insert, in my belly button ring, today feels like a topaz day. I start dressing myself with first lacing myself into my corset. I will be tape measured and I have to be at the proper ? waspish? waist size, or I will be immediately punished. I suck it in and lace myself up tight. I pull on my frilly panties, white with the richest of rickets of lace and bows. So girly, so feminine. So sissy. I shutter. Dressing is so much fun for me. I put on my matching frilly bra, which supports my budding breasts. My hormone treatments have helped, but I can not wait for my boob job. Please I want big girly breasts so badly. I pull on my pink fishnet stockings and attach them to the garters of my corset. I pull up my petticoats, so my skirts will flare out. I lift up my gorgeous pink maid?s dress over my head and poke my arms through it?s puff sleeves. The hem of my skirt barely covers the midpoint of my lacy panties. The skirt flares out from waists and is covered in rows of lace. I feel so sexy and feminine in my dress. I reach around and carefully button up the back of my dress. My tiny breasts are barely covered by the square neckline, I tie a satin white apron around my waist and tie the ends in a big bow. I carefully put the lacy maid?s cap on my head, pull on lacy fingerless gloves that end an inch below the elbow. I add on hoop earrings, a few simple bracelets, and a ring. I change out my tiny eyebrow piercings to topaz as well, so it matches my belly button. I get to work on my makeup. I add foundation, mascara, eyeliner, eyeshadow, rouge, lip liner, pink lipstick, and shiny lip gloss. I have been applying makeup everyday of my life since ten years of age. I check carefully. I have to be flawless, one smear, and my sisters or my mother, or her "friend", Valerie, will have me over their knee and spanking my ass. I have to be perfect, or I will be punished without mercy. I step into my high heels. Four inch pumps. In pink, of course with big bows over the toes. I love dressing up. I love my sissy outfits. I can?t be late. I give myself one more look, twirl and head out the door of my room, in the tiny steps that have been ingrained into me. I don?t get five feet down the hallway towards the kitchen, before Valerie explodes out of my mother?s bedroom and screams at me, "what the fuck are you doing, you stupid bitch?" I spin around and curtsey. Before I can answer. She slaps me on my cheeks, hard, both sides. She then grabs my ear and pulls me down the hall. Valerie is my mother?s lesbian lover. She is wearing her usual ?battle armor? of a severe business pantsuit. Today it?s dark grey and pinstripes. She works in a high power finance job, and takes on the ?big boys? and wins. Her favorite hobby is bullying me. I fear her; but she also loves to peg me, on a weekly basis, with her vast collection of strap-on dildos. She is the closest thing I have to a regular ?lover.? I follow her down the hallway to my mother and the foreman of the gardeners; Julio. "I just heard from Julio that you interrupted his workers, flirted like a slutty cock-tease and ran away while shouting terrible slurs." I look at horror at Julio, who is just grinning at me. I just look down at the floor. I am doomed. Denying the accusation will get me punished. Agreeing to it will get me punished. I begin to tremble and sob. "I can see your guilt in your eyes, you have to let these men be," says my Mother with a sneer. I continue to cry. I am constantly accused by my siblings, especially, of petty crimes like theft and back talk, and I just have to accept that a sissy is presumed guilty, until hir owners say otherwise. "Kneel before Julio and apologize." I drop to the floor and lisp "I am very, very sorry." "What are you sorry for?" demands my Mother. "I am sorry for interrupting your work and .. being such a slut and saying .... (I freeze, I don?t actually know what I supposedly said)...those terrible things." "Undo Julio?s belt," commands my Mother. With me kneeling before Julio, I am just about eye level with his bulging crotch. I reach out and tug his belt out of his loop and loosen the belt through the belt buckle. I pull out the wide leather belt. "Hold out the belt for a Julio you disobedient cur." Julio, grinning like a jackal, takes his belt from my open hands. "Now spin around. Face on the floor and stick your butt up, and beg Julio to spank you." "Sir, please spank me. Please make it hard so I can learn my lesson." Mother says, "Jezible, pull down your panties. Give Julio full access to your target." I pull down my panties. I am now completely exposed before this man. Despite the fear I have of my impending punishment, I also feel a thrill. A sexual thrill of submission. My nipples become harder and my tiny sissy-clit struggles against its harsh confinement. Julio unleashes a powerful stroke, not on my ass but on my thighs. I give out a yelp and collapse to the floor. ?"Get up you idiot. Falling over after one measly hit," taunts Valerie. I am already crying. That one blow hurt so much. I pull myself up and another blow lands on my ass. Then another and another. I am crying and wailing after each blow. After five or so powerful blows, Julio stops. "Now turn around and thank Julio for correcting you." I turn around and with tears streaming down my face, I stammer in between sobs, "Thank you Sir, I was very naughty and I deserve your correction." Julio continues to sneer at me. "I think Julio deserves a little reward for his ?efforts?. Don?t you Joanna?" "Absolutely, Val. Jezzie , unbutton Julio?s pants," directs my Mother. I reach up and unbutton his blue jeans and unzip his front. His engorged penis is barely contained within his black briefs. "Lower his drawers and you know what to do you little slut," snarled Valerie. I pull down Julio?s briefs and his ample penis pops out and almost hits me in the face. I give out a little yip. I open my willing mouth and suck in his cock. I am an excellent cocksucker. I train on dildos all the time. My Mother and Valerie are increasingly turned on. They love seeing me performing acts of humiliation and sexual degradation. I am a prop for them. I am happy to serve as well. Sucking off Julio is a thrill for me. When Valarie or my Mother calls me a slut, it?s true. This gurl wants to be fucked and I am a horny teenager. Julio is as hard as a rock as I maintain a fierce suction on his manhood and begin to piston back in forth matching his thrusts. Mother and Valerie are rubbing each other's breasts through their blouses. Julio begins to moan. His member begins to throbs and he begins to groan. Just as he begins to climax, Valerie yells out the word ?tempest.? This week?s unsafe word. My neck explodes. That?s the command that sets off my always present shock collar. I keep, somehow, despite the pain and shock, from clamping down on Julio?s dick. Julio is screaming because the shock passes like a circuit right to his dick. He pops out just as he shoots a gob of sperm right into my eyes. The shock stops and Julio falls to the floor and is grabbing his crotch. "My Mother stands over him. ?Julio, our professional relationship only works if you are completely honest with us. We saw the videotape and we knew that your story was bullshit. We pay you well, and we let you and your co-workers have some fun with our sissies, but don?t treat us like idiots." Julio looks up and knows he was caught. He laughs. He still got his rocks off, even if he got one hell of a ?messy ending.? He zips up and walks out the door after a quick apology. I am still kneeling on the floor. My face covered in Julio?s spunk. Valerie looks down at me with complete contempt. "Clean your face. I mean with your tongue first. Lick it off and swallow, dumb ass." I stick out my tongue and lick Julio?s sperm off of my lips, and as far as my tongue will go. "Clean your face, fix up your makeup and attend to your siblings. Your Mother and I will be busy for a little while. Also find Hepzibah, and send hir to our room, sie will worship hir Queen." My Mother and Valerie are pawing at each other as I curtsey and leave, I head into the bathroom and stare at myself for a minute. I have raccoon eyes from my mascara running down my cheeks from my crying, and on top of that a crust of drying sperm from Julio?s cock. I look like a tragic train wreck. I wash my face and fix up my makeup. What a crazy start to my day. After I clean up, I head to the nursery, to look for Hepzibah, the sperm donor that co-spawned me, and my sissy siblings. I am not permitted to think of Hepzibah as a parent, although genetically male; Sie is mere sissy such as I, and even though Sie is married to my mother, Sie has always been a sissy slave like me. Raised in one of the matriarchal allied families, the Maxwells, that; just like ours, raises it?s genetically male children as sissys, and has done so, for hundreds of years. I find Hepzibah in the nursery, doing exactly that, nursing my youngest sibling, Delilah, not even a toddler yet, is a sissy-gurl like me. Sie is dressed in the most frilly of baby dresses,and suckling on Hepzibah?s ample breast. Hepzibah can nurse, since Sie is on a dose of hormones that allows hir the privilege of lactating. Also, unlike me, where my body is still a battleground between estrogen and testosterone, (since my sperm will be used by future goddess-owner for breeding purpose at some point in my future), my Mother gelded Hepzibah years ago; once she stored an ample supply of Hepzibah?s sperm. In fact, Hepzibah?s testicles were plated in gold, and made into earrings for Hepzibah to wear at all times. Around hir neck, is hir slave collar, but also a necklace, a gold chain, with a tiny gold nubbin. Hepzibah?s sissy clit, which was removed for some infraction, years ago by my mother. Hepzibah has been completely un-sexed. Mother declared that it, hir sissy clit, was distracting Hepzibah from properly servicing her needs. Hepzibah?s mouth was the only sexual organ that Hepzibah ever had that could satisfy her. Hepzibah was dressed in hir own stunning maid?s uniform, in plum. Hepzibah, in my opinion, has always been a beautiful, elegant and poised sissy. A true inspiration for me. I try my best to be as Sissy-tastic as Hepzibah, but I fear that I may never attain hir perfection. A gurl can dream though. I I take out my pacifier and say in my lisp, "Mother wants you to come to her room and for you to worship her." Worship is the only sex a sissy can perform on a female, oral. Normally a command as such would cause Hepzibah to immediately drop whatever sie was doing and scurry to attend to Mother's needs, but nursing is probably the only excuse to delay. Only an emergency should terminate a nursing of a child. "I will be there shortly, I am almost done feeding Delilah." I nod and exit. I scurry over to my older sister?s room. I knock and Abigail yells "get in here you dumb cow and brush my hair." I I open the door, curtsey (I must curtsey in the initial presence of any of my superiors) and scurry in as my sister scowls at me. She is wearing her robe and is sitting before her vanity. I begin to brush her long wavy hair. "What was that racket, earlier?" "I was being disciplined by Julio, Mistress." (After any of my sisters attains the age of sixteen, I must refer to her as mistress.) "What for? Oh, who cares? Why was he screaming?" I explain what had occurred. "You got to suck off Julio? You fucking, slut you!" My sister truly despises me. To her, I am simply her servant, not her sibling. The one fact that truly pisses her off, is that I get fucked, and she is told to wait for marriage. (My sister is definitely attracted to boys. Unlike most of the womyn in my extended and vast family, who are sexually attracted to other womyn or their sissy servants, Abigail is truly boy crazy and quite heterosexual.) "Give me the brush, you skank." I hand my incensed sister the hair brush, knowing why she wants it back. Abigail lightly taps her lap. "Assume the position." Abigail snaps her finger. I curtsey and then I lie across my sister?s lap. "Jez, let?s see Julio?s handiwork. Abigail lifts my skirts and petticoat. "Hold them up. You know Jez I love your panties. I wouldn?t be caught dead in them, but they are adorable." She pulls down my panties, leaving my bare ass exposed. "But I do love them better when they are around your ankles. Now you know what comes next. Wow your ass is so red. This is going to really, really hurt. It is going to really suck to be you. But I guess it always sucks to be you? Now count off each one, and then ask me to have another." Slap. I cry out, "One, may I please another, Mistress?" "Oh you can call me, Sister just for this, in fact call me sweet sister." The blows rain down. She stops at fifteen. My tears roll down my cheeks again. My ass is on fire. "Just remember, bitch, that?s what sluts get right?" "Yes, Mistress. Thank you for disciplining this naughty sissy." "Wow. Your ass is fiery red. That?s got to hurt. I hope it does. Get off you lumox. Keep your panties at your feet. You know what? I still hate you. I think you deserve more torture. I wish Mother would let me take some pliers and smush your balls, I mean your sissy ovaries. When you get gelded. I want to be there. I want to watch. Over there, in the trash, find that bag from the taco joint. Open it. Fetch that packet of hot sauce. Give it to me. Okay bend over and take out your plug. Hold it out. I?m not going to touch it. I?m going to use some special lube." Abigail pours a small amount of the fiery hot sauce on my plug. "Okay, push back in, like a good slut." I obey and push it in. In an instant, it burns. I begin to whimper. Tears begin to roll down my face. Abigail takes the rest of the hot sauce and rubs it on my already painful butt cheeks. She pulls up my panties and rubs the my cheeks, working the hot sauce further into my skin. She gives my rear a little pat. My ass is truly on fire. I am in agony. Abigail smiles at me. A condescending smile. She is taking joy in my discomfort. Tears continue to run down my face. "Take the brush and get back to work." I curtsey, and return to brushing my ?sweet sister?s hair. "Jez, I need your magic. I want Curtis to ask me out, so stop you sniveling and pick out a winning outfit." Abigail is smart, she wants to be a doctor and she can pull it off. She is also pretty, but she can?t dress. It?s like a mental block or something. I mince to her closet and pull out a few outfits for her. Nothing to formal, but I find a pair of black capri pants and a flowery halter top that shows off her boobs. Guys like boobs. I match it with a lavender scarf. Abigail got dumped recently by .... oh what is his name? Chad. A big dumb jock. Chad is a hunk, and packing. I can?t imagine what Abigail talked to him about. I bet Chad wanted some action, and moved on. I mean I think Abigail resisted his charms, but I really don?t know. Abigail is a ?good girl? but not necessarily a ?perfect girl.? So I guess Curtis is the new target. I pick out her undies, and pull her panties up and then hook on her bra. I dress her in the rest of her clothes. She smiles as her outfit comes together. She sits down and I expertly apply her makeup. "That looks good. Now, get the fuck out." As I turn to leave and head to the door, Abigail calls out "hey fairy, think fast." I turn and Abigail throws a shoe right at my head. I duck, just in time, as it whizzes over my head. I dive through the door as a second one flies at me. My sister screams as I escape, "Goddess, I hate you so much." I catch my breath. My ass is on fire. I head back to my room to once again fix my face. I use the bidet in the bathroom and flush out hot sauce, as the water hits by butt, I scream. I?ve got to flush out the peppers with something. I leave off my hot sauce soaked panties and scamper to the kitchen and return with a carton of buttermilk. I pour it into the bidet and sit in it. Relief is immediate. I put on a fresh pair of white panties, I may not have much, but this gurl has a well stocked lingerie chest. I throw the hot sauce soiled panties into the sink, with some detergent, to keep my pretty panties from becoming stained permanently with hot sauce. I head into the twins room. I curtsey automatically, even though Tabitha is still asleep. Goddess this girl sleeps. Syntyche, her twin sissy-ter and roommate is already getting dressed, quietly. They are both just seven years old, so my relationship with Tabitha is a little different. I am her slave, of course, but she can?t order me to bake her brownies (on demand) or give her makeup. She of course tries, but I can disregard those kinds of commands. Our mother wants her daughters to be self reliant, not completely spoiled. Tabitha treats me really like a toy. She loves to play dress up, and have tea parties, and such. And yes, even Tabitha can spank me, although only if mother approves. At the moment, I am just trying to get her up. I am permitted to jostle her and even lift her out of bed, due to her legendary passive aggressive ways of staying in bed. I tug on her arms, as she growls and whines, she finally crawls out of bed. Tabitha looks at me and pouts. "I don?t want to go to school." I ignore her and dress her anyway. I pick out a great pale blue dress for her, with white patterned tights and her adorable patent mary janes. I put her hair in a fun ponytail and switch my attention to Syntyche, while Tabitha tries to finish her homework, at the absolute last minute (as per usual.) Syntyche also needs my help, and sie isn?t going to obstruct me at every step, like Tabitha "the slug.? I fix hir hair and zip up hir little gurls?s party dress in cream with lavender polka dots. Syntyche was the stow away in the womb. Mother was aiming for a daughter, so she was using a sperm donor, and probably because mother was hopped up on hormones, she ended up with ?fraternal? twins, so Syntyche has been receiving hormone therapy essentially from birth. No male traits for you Syntyche. In fact Syn may not be able to have functioning sissy ovaries, although mother and the hormone specialists are trying to ?thread that needle.? Although Tabitha likes dressing girly, they don?t share clothes. Syn is a sissy and will always dress in clothes like mine, Taby can dress as feminine as she wants, but never go in ?sissy drag.? I inspect both of them. Pretty darn adorable. Mother will approve. I go back to the kitchen and fetch coffee for Mother, and tea for Valerie, and add the morning newspaper. I knock and wait for command. I hear a somewhat exasperated "come in." I enter, curtsey and survey the terrain. Valerie and my mother had obviously just had an argument. They are both glaring at each other from across the room. Hepzibah is standing in the corner facing the wall, with hir panties stuffed in hir mouth . Hir ass has numerous stripes on it from a recent caning or a whipping. One would think that Mother or Val was punishing hir, but Hepzibah is a complete masochist, sexually speaking. To hir, a whipping is a reward. Sie probably came on the spot. Hepzie probably was worshiping, pleasuring, mother and Valerie who is a sadist, was probably whipping hir ass at the same time, with the whipper and whippee both getting aroused. "We are getting short on time. Hepzie front and center, you too Jezzie." Hepzibah immediately turns around and faces Mother. I glance at Hepzibah?s crotch, just for an instant. Sie is truly a ?Ken doll? down there, completely smooth with scars where hir genitalia once were attached. I get caught gaping. "I?m right here Jezebel." Mother takes her riding crop, (her favorite instrument of discipline, well maybe, it?s in a tie with her cat-o-nine tails) and cups my chin. "Stop peeking at Hepzibah?s crotch, you perverted slut. You can?t suck hir off. Trust me. It?s a huge improvement for Hepzibah. Sie never had anything to look at before. Are you jealous of hir? We could do the same to you. One call to Doctor Fabian and snip, snip. I have her on speed dial, I could put you on speaker phone and have you beg her to castrate you. Shall I? Would you want that?" "No, Mother." "Beg me." I fall to my knees and cup the palms of my hands. "Please Mother, I beg you to allow this miserable sissy to keep hir sissy clit and hir sissy ovaries. Pleeeeaaassseeeee!" "That?s a pretty pathetic groveling. I am not sure I am convinced; I mean the whole family wants you castrated. After such a limp effort by you, I wonder if you are on the fence about keeping those disgusting deformities. I guess lucky for you, it?s not a democracy. But when I want your attention, where should eyes be at all times, gaping at Hepzibah?s featureless landscape?" "Facing you, but downward at the tips of shoes." "Were you doing that? "No Mother." "Why were you looking at something that you?ve seen a million times?" "I ..... Was wondering if that?s my future." "Who will decide your future, my little idiot?" "My Mistress or my Master." "Does your daydreaming about your future, which you have no control over, except in one way, help me in any way? "No Mother." "Does it help you get your chores dones." "No Mother." "Does it give me pleasure?" "No Mother?" "What is the one way you have any impact on your future?" "By being the best sissy, I can be. By being obedient, loyal, and pretty." "That?s right. Oh dear me, I simply am running out of time. I will continue this lesson later. Hepzibah finish preparing breakfast. Jezzie, get Val ready for battle, I mean if she can tear herself from her taskmaster. I mean her phone." So that was it. Valerie probably took a call during playtime and pissed Mother off. Valerie puts down her phone to glare at Mother. They are both very strong headed womyn and when they fight, they don?t hold back. I approach Valerie with her makeup. She kind of glowers at me. Valerie would probably go full on bull dyke, if she could. But her job requires at least an iota of femininity. "I can believe I am going to do this, Jez, what do you think of this pantsuit? I am addressing a corporate board for a department store, and most of the board members are womyn." Perhaps picking up on my vibe that I may get slapped around for a ?wrong? answer, she adds, "I want your honest opinion, I can take it." I step back and look at her. "Womyn dress for other womyn usually, at least that?s what I read in Vogue (one of my few approved reading materials.) Change the blouse to something besides that white top, something with silk and some pattern or lace. That or get rid of the pants and wear the suit top with a black skirt, pencil perhaps, and some boots - like riding boots, or both. May I search your closet, Mistress?" Valerie looks at herself in the mirror, frowns and says, "Do it. Knock yourself out." I start scrounging. I cannot believe I am playing dress up with Valerie. It?s slim pickings. Mother says, "Jez look in my closet as well. Some of my older things may fit her." I tear off to Mother?s closet, which is a complete treasure trove. I find in the back several blouses, and a skirt. I hold them up to Valerie and settle on a pleated chocolate blouse and a mid-calf length skirt with a slit up to the knee. Valerie looks approvingly but miffed. Valerie only looks really happy when she is whipping me to tears. Valerie tries on the additions to her outfit and mother finds her boots as well. I put on her face. Just a kiss of mascara and a hint of eyeshadow. I apply a very modest lipstick, and just a dash of blush. Two stud earrings and she is ready for war. I mean she looks like a dyke still, but you know, slightly less dyke-ie. The Valerie makeover seems to have cooled down the relationship temperature between the two lovers. "You?ll listen to Jezebel, but you won?t listen to me," chides my Mother jokingly. "I can?t have those bitches tear me apart at this meeting, this will do," Valerie spins around and glares at me, "but don?t get a swelled head powderpuff." "Yes Mistress, I am happy that you are pleased." "I am just fucking estatic," Valerie grummbles sarcastically and storms out of the room glaring at her phone. "Valerie isn?t the only one with an important meeting today. And unlike my boyish lover, I want the full blowout." Mother has wonderful style. I dive back into her closet and look for something fantastic. I love playing dress up. I have so little choice in my outfits, usually. So it's fun to find things for my superiors. I find Mother a black A-line dress with a lovely floral print with a square neckline, in lovely silk. Mother is clearly going for a knock out for this function, I pour on the war paint. I pick out some jewelry, which takes some time, mother is very particular about her ?baubles? but she eventually finds the complementary adornments. I carefully clip on her charm bracelet. It has my chastity key, and Hepzibah?s melted (and now superfluous) chastity key dangling (along with her daughter?s birth stones and other mementos) from it. I always place that particular bracelet on her wrist, a not so subtle reminder, that mother is completely in charge, ?down there?, and an act of submission to her authority. Mother points to the floor. I immediately fall to the floor in complete genuflection to my mother. Butt high, face down to the floor, hands crossed in front of my head. Mother places her stylish red pump on the back of my neck with just a tiny bit of pressure. Mother may maintain this for a few seconds or an hour, it is up to her, of course. I never know how long it?s going to be. Mother checks her messages on her phone for a minute or two, and then let?s me get back up. Mother gives me a little smile. I live for her approval. She dismisses me with a playful swat to my rear. I return to the kitchen and begin serving my sisters who are sitting at the kitchen table. They are joined by Valerie and Mother. Hepzibah is feeding Syntyche in the kitchen. Sissies don?t sit at the table around here, we serve the table. They chat amongst themselves, without even a glance at unless they want something. Mother calls for Syntyche, to come if sie?s done nursing. Syntyche enters and mother has hir practice hir beginner ?sissy poses.? First curtsies, then standing at attention, kneeling and standing with a book on hir head, and so forth. Syntyche sneezes a little tiny sneeze and the book falls off. I bend over to hand it back to my kid sissy-ster, and Abigail freezes me in my tracks. "You little bitch, you changed panties didn?t you. How dare you." Mother looks at her daughter questioningly. "I spanked that bitch and then rubbed in hot sauce on hir butt just to make hir really feel it and then sie changed out of them." "Jezebel, explain yourself. Did you defy your sister?" "No Mother. After getting her ready, I was dismissed. I did change my panties, but I wasn?t told anything about leaving my panties on. I, of course, wanted to take them off, they did hurt like hades (I was going to say ?hell? but a sissy shouldn?t swear), but I needed to soak them, they are white and I didn?t want them to stain permanently. If Abigail wanted me to keep them on, I would have. I would never be disobedient to a direct command." "What was the last thing she said to you." "Goddess, I hate you so much," I think. "And before that?" Uhmmm, I think it was "hey faerie, think fast." Valerie guffawed, "We all heard the shoes. Did she tag you?" "I?ve learned to duck, Mistress." Mother asks Abigail, "Did you tell it to keep hir panties on?" Abigail paused. I know she wanted to lie and get me in more trouble, but she knew that she was losing credibility, and it was all recorded, anyhow. "No.... I should have though." Mother states to Abigail, "Jezebel is both weak and stupid. You know that. When you get your own sissy, and someday you will. You have to remember just how simple minded a sissy is and keep your orders elementary and direct. But you must never let your sissy ?play stupid? and get off the hook. So when in doubt, who loses Jezzie?" "I do, never my superiors." "That?s right, even the slightest ambiguity falls on you, So I may punish you further. I?ll decide that at my leisure." "Abigail, my dear, you can beat Jezzie back into the dark ages, for all I care, but not because you feel jealous of it. You can feel contempt for it, even loath it, but not jealousy. Jezebel is a non-entity. A zero. Do you feel jealous of a cockroach?" "No." "Of course not. How could you? Jezebel is worse than a cockroach, she is nothing to you but a maggot, or a slug. Look at it, pretend you are squashing it under your heel." "Yes Mother," "It is because I respect you that I require that you respect yourself. I want you to wait, for certain ?things?, (mother is being very circumspect, Tabie and Syn in the room with us) because the first boy you fall for isn?t going to respect you. On the other hand, Jezebel is simply a tool. I use her as I wish. Sissies are trained not to have any self-respect and Jezzie never will. If you are angry about your situation, you should be angry with me, not a cockroach. Understand?" "Yes Mother. I still despise it, (she pauses to shoot daggers from her eyes at me) but I see what you are telling me." "Okay, off to school. Have a great day." My siblings give Mother a peck on the cheek. Valerie exits as well, after giving Mother a kiss on the lips. Mother stands for that kiss. Abigail is probably going to hitch a ride with her girlfriends to school. Hepzibah will escort the twins and wait for their respective school buses. They go to the same school, the elementary school for my school, but sissies ride a separate bus. I curtsey as they depart. I begin to stack the dishes. "Actually Jezebel, I need to ask you a question and also I didn?t want to set off Abigail. She is upset about her boyfriend and such. Is there a game tonight, it?s Friday?" "Yes Mother." "And you are going to perform?" "Yes Mother, I am supposed to." "When is the game over?" "It depends, but usually by 8:00 or or 8:30." "The Beauregards may want you for a milking ceremony." "The Beauregards!? Oh sorry Mother, I just blurted that out." "No Jezzie, I expect you to have better self-control, but I?ll allow this lapse. Just this once. (she points at me to reinforce the ?once? part) Honestly Jezzie, I am as shocked as you. Our families have been feuding forever, and Beatrice and I, well we do have some history. You would be a last minute addition. So don?t let this get to your head. I mean Jezebel, if you really work at being the best sissy slave you can be, you may get you a decent Goddess/spouse, so this is a big step for you. It is supposed to be tonight, but we?ll see. I?m not going to pull from your school obligation. I don?t want to look, well like they have the upper hand. I meant, they came to me. So I know your sissy clit is locked up, but no orgasims. Your sperm, I mean your sissy cream is spoken for Missy." "Yes Mother." Our family is rich. For instance, Mother owns several buildings in downtown San Francisco, along with investments in global shipping and mining. But the Beauregards are unbelievably wealthy; they own blocks of downtowns all over the world and several successful dot coms. And our respective families have had a ?cold war? for decades. "When did you last climax?" "Last Monday, I was cheerleading for Val?s softball team, and to the victors goes the spoils." I was taken to the club house of the opposing team and served them beers and chips; but very quickly I was on my knees and in between their legs, servicing them orally, often while being pegged at the other end, with a strap on. I was passed around from player to player. My ass was so sore. At some point I came. I really don?t remember how many times. "So ten days ago. Time flies. Tonight might be your lucky night. I am sure that the milking ceremony will be unbelievably humiliating, the Beauregards are into some deeply kinky shit. Have you eaten?" She puts her finger to my mouth. Indicating my responses should be non- verbal until told differently. I shake my head. Mother rings the bell by her place and Hepzibah, who has returned from the twins? school bus stop, immediately enters, and curtsies. "Jezebel can?t be late for hir bus. You are both running behind. So get nursing, you cow." Hepzibah pulls down hir blouse and unhooks the cup of hir nursing brazier, exposing hir breast and more importantly hir nipple. Sie sits down on a chair and I climb onto hir lap and begin to suckle on hir breast. All sissies are fed this way, into adulthood. We never stop nursing. It is meant to bond us as sissies and make us dependent. It is also meant to be humiliating, but I enjoy it. I find it calming and I hope that someday I will have big knockers and the gift of lactation. I suckle on both breasts as Mother watches. Mother always gets a thrill watching me nurse. After I Get my fill, I gently kiss both nipples in gratitude. "Hepzibah take Jezzie to the kitchen, so sie can finish her breakfast and then Jezzie get yourself ready for school." We curtsey and exit, well I try to exit. "Jezzie, one more thing, when Syn dropped that book, sie didn?t need hir older sissy-ster rushing to hir aid. Sie needs to pick the book off the floor, or sie will never learn." "Yes, mother. I apologize. I must be a good example for Syn and Del." "I want to be mad at you but I know your heart is in the right place, you just want to help your family and we both know Syn may have to struggle more than other sissies, now get the hell out of here, before I get misty.? I practically dive into the kitchen. On the floor is my food bowl, with my name on it. I eat on the floor like a pet. Sissies serve a table, and never have a place at the table. It is filled with my usual boring salad greens and vegetables. In the middle is a dollop of skim cottage cheese and scoop of fat free plain yogurt. I fall to my hands and knees and eat with my mouth only. Hepzibah drops next to me and eats from her bowl. Breakfast just takes a few minutes. I lick the bowl. My portions are so small that I search for every available calorie, but I must clean my bowl completely; I would be severely punished for any waste. I wash my bowl, and rush to my room, and grab a thermos of Hezzie?s milk for my lunch. I have to dress for school and the bus is arriving soon, I tear off my maid?s uniform and hang it very carefully. Mother insists that unless I have her specific permission, I must dress for school in only the most exaggerated little girl party dresses. Some of my fellow sissiy classmates get to dress in more age appropriate but still very femme outfits, like full length cocktail resses or even little slutty in tight leather mini dresses; but most of us are dressed like me. I, of course,would like to dress more chic, but it?s Mother?s choice and her sissy gurl is going to be in hir party dress looking adorable. I find one of mother?s favorites, a pink dress with a puffed shoulder and rows of pink lace and ribbons and a skirt hem just kissing my thighs. The neckline is square with white with a panel of white ruffled organza along the chest. I add white lace stockings with ruffled stays to hold them up, a matching pink bonnet, and Mary Jane shoes with a big buckle. I find a ruffled pink purse and of course my pretty pony backpack filled with my school books,(covering dress making, cooking, and other important subjects for the dutiful sissy. I read last night, before bed another chapter from ?the obedient sissy?, the chapter covered finding joy in pleasing others) my thermos, and my sewing supplies. I added lacy white gloves and very modest jewelry. Only stud earrings were allowed at the academy. Only one ring, one bracelet and so forth. I put my pink hair into pig tails, freshen up my makeup. I look pretty darn adorable, I hope Mother agrees. I head to the front door. Mother is there for inspection. I twirl in response to her finger making a circle. She points to the floor and I kneel, palms in my lap, looking at her shoes. "There?s my little gurl. Presentable. Perhaps even acceptable, you may respond." "Thank you Mother, it is very kind of you to say." "Now it?s time for your vitamins and your special helpers for your disgusting condition." Mother points to the wall. I spin around, and drop my panties to my ankles. I hold myself up with one arm, bend over, and raise my skirts and and my petticoats with my other arm and present my ass to my Mother, who quickly prepares my injection. She expertly swabs my bum, and injects female hormones and goddess knows what else into my posterior. It is our daily ritual. My ?disgusting condition? is my XY chromosomes, of course. In Mother?s opinion, (the only one that counts, obviously) all humans tragically ?cursed? with the XY chromosomes are defective. Thus my sissification is the only treatment for said condition. Mother pulls up my panties for me and pats my ass. "You look better this way to me than facing me," she scoffs. "Why must you wear pretty panties?" "Because I am sissy-gurl. It is a privilege to wear my panties. I love them so much, Mother." "You see what real men wear in magazines, how would you feel wearing a man?s brief?" "I?m not a man, Mother, I can?t imagine it." "Turn around, keep your skirts hiked up." Mother puts her hand on the crotch of my panties. "You are flat like a real girl. I love that." "Yes Mother, my chastity belt hides my deformity, I am ashamed of my sissy clitoris." "Good gurl, drop your skirts and and me a kiss, goodbye." I drop to my knees, bend over and kiss the tip of her shoe. "Here take this." She hands me a little jewel box. "Don?t open it." It?s a surprise. Just hand it to the instructress that places you in your school chastity device, and tell her that you must wear this jewelry." "Yes Mother." I am dying of curiosity, of course. "No peeking, or else." She makes a snipping motion with her fingers. I know what she would intend to cut off from me. "I will be good Mother, I will be obedient." "Now off to school with you, and don?t say a word to anyone about the Beauregards, that information is need to know, in the vault." "Yes Mother." I curtsey, and button up my pink cable knit sweater and walk out the door. I walk down the front walk to the gate. I see Julio out of the corner of my eye, glaring at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead right now. Although, I didn?t do anything but give him a blow job; he?s the one that lied. Somehow it is clear that he sees it differently. I keep walking, but I don?t think he ever stops staring.