A Sissy Called Jezebel Part II free porn video

Part II - Jezebel goes to school, the Templeton Academy: where young womyn become dominatrixes and sissies are crushed into submission. We meet some of hir friends, hir Instructresses, and hir bullies. I exit the gate and head to the main road. We live in a giant gated community, with families that are only 'in the know.' Families that have sissies or otherwise dominate men. A sissy waiting for the school bus, is just something you see. No biggie. One of my neighbors, Dorcas, is waiting as well. Sie' s a sissy, (of course, who else would be waiting for the sissy bus), and sie's dressed in a full length Victorian gown with a full bustle, sun bonnet, and parasol. Lucky gurl. Dorcas is texting away on hir smart phone, probably chatting with hir fellow sissies, all over the world. I am jealous of Dorcas's fabulous frock, but also of hir phone. I have a phone, that is just a flip phone, only. It's just a device for me to get orders from my family. No internet for this gurl. Dorcas is actually my second cousin. Our family is one of the largest and oldest matriarchal families in the world. Since we are family, we have a very specific, family only greeting, for us sissies. Since I am about a year older than Dorcas, she bows her head about an inch and I kiss her on the forehead. I miss by a fraction of a millimeter, so I don't leave any lipstick on hir head. I then bow and Dorcas plants one on my forehead, also missing just a bit. "You look lovely Dorcas, I love that dress, it's very stunning." "Dorcas is super shy. Even though we have known each other for all our lives, Dorcas is very reluctant to interact. Sie smiles and nods, but keeps to hirself. I'm used to Dorcas barely talking. I just wish Mother would let me dress older and sluttier. We hold hands, as sissies are expected to do. Just two 'crazy gurls' hanging out for the sissy bus. Dorcas is texting away, with one hand. A carriage drawn by two of our classmates rolls by. The sissies are Posey and Porsha, identical twins, dressed in full sissy/equine outfits. Very "my pretty pony." They are pulling their mother, Mistress Gadsby, who is dressed like she is going to a fox hunt, riding pants and boots, full scarlet riding jacket and black top hat. The Gadsby clan is very into the sissy/horse racing scene, and Mistress Gadsby hitches up hir sissies just to get the paper at the end of the block. Two of Mistress Gadsby's housemaid sissies are leashed trot along the side of the carriage, so they can take their Mistress home, after Posey and Porsha are dropped off at school. Mother has me hitched to her carriage for special occasions, but she doesn't have time to commute this way and a sissy with a broken ankle, isn't that useful to her. Valerie takes me out for a ride, fairly often, I kind of enjoy it, because it's great exercise and I get to enjoy the outdoors, even with blinders on. I just wish Valerie would go easy on the whip. Dorcas and I wave at the carriage and curtsy to Mistress Gadsby as they race by. P and P will have to be hosed off at the sissy stables, before school, Mistress Gadsby is riding them hard today. A sleek Mercedes speeds up to the bus stop, skidding to a halt. The Sato kids; Taishi, Sakura and Rin have arrived. Tashi and Sakura are twins. Tashi the teenage boy looks like "the cool" kid from the Asian boy bands. Tight blue jeans, biker jacket, and sunglasses. My heart begins to pound just being in the presence of a 'real' boy, and one that digs sissies, even better! Sakura, Tashi's non-identical twin sister, is dressed in black leather mini dress and thigh high boots. She is gorgeous. Sakura is a student at my school and therefore is likely to marry/own a sissy someday. She is gorgeous. Lastly, and always lastly, there is Rin, their sissy-ster, a year younger than hir siblings. Rin is dressed in full on geisha costume and looks equally gorgeous to hir sister. Both Dorcas and I immediately curtsy towards Tashi and Sakura. In the Sato family, not all males are immediately sissified at birth, like my family. They are a three gender family. The children are raised loosely in gender roles, and the kids that 'go sissy' are 'weeded out' by age five or six. Tashi was all guy, and into guy stuff, he's a soccer and tennis stud. Rin was into dressing girly and playing with dolls. In the Sato family, once they 'figure you out', there's no going back. Rin is on the same 'sissy train' I am on; all our stops are to "sissy-ville or sissy-town' and nowhere else. Rin is being dropped off, to ride on the sissy bus because sissies take the damn bus. Sakura and Tashi go to school like other rich kids, in a luxury car. Tashi will drop off Sakura directly at my school, and then he will go to my sister, Abigail's school, where the non-feminized boys from the various households go to school with girls who are reciprocally interested in said boys. A sissy free zone. Taish says he's equally into sissies and girls, but I wonder if it's really true. I think when he's screwing a girl, he's still visualizing us gurls. Of course not every boy at my sister's school, The Everett School, has escaped his sissy future/fate. Some of the girls at Everett, are just looking to break in their own future sissy/spouse. They want to take a 'straight butch boy' and enslave him, either voluntaryily or involuntaryily. For thoses future Mistresses, the breaking of the males' will is half of the fun. Of course most of the girls at Everrette are just interested in finding boyfriends and husbands in such, but Taishi could very well end up wearing a geisha outfit like his sissy-ster, and getting fucked up the ass by his 'wife's' dildo; if he falls for a mistress in 'hiding.' Taishi could really be a 'cover boy' on Tiger Beat magazine. He is so good looking, in my opinion, that he would make a hot boyfriend, but he would be a sexy, knock out as a 'gurl' as well. Tashi walks up to me, grabs me from my ass, and kisses me, hard on the mouth. Tashi is an excellent kisser, I am in seventh heaven, just having attention from a 'cute boy." Our kiss feels like an eternity as his tongue goes down my mouth and dances with mine. Tashi is rock hard in a certain crotch area, and that makes even more excited. Tashi ends the kiss, and my knees are buckling and my chastity feels very tight, all of sudden. Sakura walks up to me and also aggressively grabs me, and pulls me in her for a French kiss. I should mention that the twins are hyper competitive with sissies. Sakura's tongue is also in my mouth and her hands are all over my ass. When Sakura breaks away, I am swooning just as much as I was with her brother. Although Sakura didn't have a 'boner' like her brother, to further turn me on. Just as I begin to gasp for breath Sakura snaps her finger and Rin approaches me. Rin and I wrap our arms around each other and kiss. Rin is more gentle, but it's still her tongue in my mouth. Rin is just as good of a kisser as hir siblings. Since Sakura and Tashi are in control of this kiss, and clearly egging us on. This kiss lasts for a while. It ends with another snap of Sakura's finger and Tashi saying, "break it up you two skanks." Rin steps away and I am left panting and my face completely flushed. Tashi says, "Look at hir, she's ready for more. You want more bitch?" I can't find the words, so I nod vigorously and curtsy. "Well too bad, slut, I've got tennis practice." Tashi and Sakura both head to their car, but Sakura winks at me and gives me the "call me" gesture. All three of us curtsy as they depart. The Mercedes engine is gunned and the wheels screel as they pull away. Rin looks at me smiling. "You've got a bad case of the Geisha pox." "And you have a bad case of 'slutty geisha." I pull out my compact. I have white makeup smeared all over the place. Plus my lipstick is all over the place. I look like a tranny Joker, I just need green hair. Both Rin and I pull out our makeup and fix our faces. Rin whispers to me, "The twins like you, which one do you like?" There's a trap. "Your brother and sister are both hot. I can't honestly say which was the best kisser of the two, and you my dear are a fabulous kisser as well." "Right back at you Jezzie, But they want to know, which one really turns you on?" Rin is totally the twins' sissy pimp. The twins are always on the make and probably have a bedpost with notches on it to keep score. Fine by me. I want Tashi, because I want a boy, but there is noooooo waaaaaaayyyyy I am stating preference to Rin. "It's no secret Rin, I am to boys, but Sakura is so dominant and sexy, it's win-win for this gurl." Of course my 'consent' or even interest is irrelevant. Any dominant can take me on a 'date' and go to second base, heavy kissing, petting so forth, at their whim. For third base and higher, there must be some kind of understanding or permission by my mother, like at the school where sex with my instructresses is part of the ciriculum, which I am graded on. The twins don't even really have to ask me anything, there is a long tradition of 'sissy-napping' amongst the matriarchal clans, and I've been pulled off the street, a bunch of times. I love it. Horse tied, gagged, and blind folded, in the trunk of a car. It's such a hot scene. The anticipation of being molested (if I am lucky), slapped around or tortured (if I am less lucky), or just brought in to do chores (if I am really, really unlucky); is such a freaking turn on for me. "They hate being told that they are equal in anything. They will bring things up a notch or two and get a real answer out of you. They will break you my dear sissy. Better to fess up now, and let me report to them something better than that BS answer." In my mind, I respond, 'Bring it!' But I say, "Tell them this miserable slut is too stupid to make up her mind, but is eager to figure out the answer, but is also a really slooooooooooooow learner. But emphasized the eager part. Tell them really, really eager." "Okay, do it the 'hard way.' It's your funeral. I'll wear something slutty to remember you by," Rin says with a wink. 'It's Tashi!!!' I say in my mind, but keep my poker face. I want to lighten the mood a little. "Oh Rin, you would be far too traumatized by losing me, you would throw yourself off a cliff so we could be re-joined in sissy hell together." "No Madam Butterfly for this bitch, that's all I am saying." Any further banter is interrupted by the approach of Mistress Primrose and her foster sissy, Astrid. We curtsy to Mistress Primrose upon her arrival. Astrid, who is from Argentina, is dressed in a fabulous tango dancing gown. Astrid's arms are tied behind her arms by a binder, sie is gagged and sie is wearing a sign around hir neck that says "naughty sissy, please punish me." Tears are running down hir eyes. Rumor has it that Astrid, had done something terribly abusive to one of the females of a powerful family in South America, and has been sissisfied as punishment for this behavior. Astrid is constantly rebelling against hir training and therefore constantly being whipped, beaten or otherwise disciplined for being, basically a fuck up. I am quite frankly embarrassed by hir. At some point the Academy is going to fail hir, and doesn't mean sie goes home and returns to maleness, it means sie' s castrated and sold to some brothel or sent to some sweat shop to make sissy underwire bras for twenty hours a day. Wise up Astrid! "Gurls Astrid has been very bad. Very disobedient. I hope you can learn from hir terrible decisions." We all say, "Yes, Mistress." "I have called for medical help for Astrid. One of hir sissy ovaries will be removed by the end of the week, unless sie shapes up. Please be good examples, of how obedient, loyal sissies should act." "Yes Mistress." I look at Astrid thinking sie is doomed, but who knows, maybe sie can pull out of hir tailspin and save hirself. I say, "Astrid, you look really lovely in your gown today. Very fetching." Astrid nods pitifully. "I know you are going to make your Mistress proud and really, really have a great week." Astrid nods even more enthusiastically. "Thank you Jezebel, your mother has certainly molded you into a fine sissy. You should be very thankful for her instruction and her discipline; and thank you for your words of support for this, this - oh I'll be kind, this challenge." "Thank you Mistress, I am very lucky to have my mother." I'll just make sure Astrid gets on the bus, but first, Astrid; I think I should tell your classmates what it is that you did that was so terrible. She removes Astrid's gag. Astrid stammers, "I called my Mistress a bad name." "What was it, Astrid? Be specific gurl!" demands Mistress Primrose. "I called you a bitch." Astrid starts sobbing. We as a group audibly gasp. There's a line a sissy doesn't cross. "And.....?" "I called, sob, my Mistress a...cunt." Several of us hold our hands to our mouths in shock. I realize I am one of them. We shake our heads collectively. "And to make this quicker, Astrid tried to steal a cell phone and call - well anyone is bad enough, but forbidden people." Astrid starts to stammer an apology. "Enough of that prattle, Astrid." "Gurls look carefully, let this be a cautionary lesson for you." Mistress Primrose lifts Astrid's skirt and lowers hir gorgeous rainbow colored panties revealing a very complicated looking. chastity device. I recognize it from a sissy horror film series that my sisters love to make me watch, where sissies are kidnapped by a psychopath who entraps them in bizarre devices that cut off various body parts, usually a sissy's privates or breasts. It's called 'sissy-saw.' My sisters laugh at each mutilation, and take special glee in my terrified reactions. The device around Astrid's sissy clit and her sissy ovaries is a chastity guillotine, or a sissy worm trap. A spring loaded blade will cut off a sissy's privates at a set time. Hir device shows a stopwatch set for a little less than ninety four hours. Astrid is crying hysterically. "Unless Astrid really and sincerely accepts hir sissy fate and repents for hir horrible errors; this contraption will cut off hir right sissy ovary, and If sie makes any errors, or is even slightly disobedient, I'll reset it for the remaining ovary and the clitty." Astrid falls to hir knees and begs hir Mistress. "Too late for that you vile thing, you. It is out of my hands. That device is removed either early or covered in your blood, your choice. But you did sincerely apologize to me in front of these sissies....." Astrid nods. Mistress Primrose takes out a key and unlocks the cover of the stopwatch. She takes out another key and makes a few turns. "You just bought yourself twelve more hours before 'kachung!" She locks up the device. Astrid falls to hir knees and repeatedly kisses Mistress Primrose's shoes, sobbing over and over thank you and promising to be a good sissy. "You see Gurls, I can be fair, even lenient, now Astrid get up and fix your makeup and straighten your dress." Astrid immediately complies. Mistress Primrose re-inserts the gag into Astrid's mouth. "The less said from you, the better." Astrid bows her head. Mistress Printose addresses the rest of us, "Gurls, I've known many of you your entire lives, and you are obedient sissies, but be warned, it's not all lacy lingerie and high heels, there are severe consequences for disobedience." We all nod and say, "Yes Mistress Primrose." Just as the school bus approaches, Brigitte and Anvi, arrive, each wearing the others' outfit. Brigitte with hir gorgeous red hair and freckles is wearing a beautiful sari and Anvi is wearing an Irish lass dress with a lace up front and a small leprechaun's hat attached like a fascinator. Those two are neighbors. Did they hide in the nearby woods and switch outfits, for fun? Was that all they shared? They both look flushed and smiling. A little sissy quickie before school and then a trade? Since we are already lined up for the bus, we just blow each other kisses in greeting, as good, but rushed sissies are permitted to do. I want to stamp my feet. Even Astrid, naughty nasty Astrid,gets to wear an adult outfit, and I am stuck in my girly baby dress. I want to be sexy, not, dressed like a toddler. Life is so unfair, although, the twins, those two gorgeous twins made right for little old me. Maybe there's something to being the sissy of the sissies. As we enter the school bus, we reach into our purses and take out a single token for the collected machine. The tokens are kind of a tradition. I guess it's something for school bullies to take from us, so we have to beg our families to give us a ride home. I look down the aisle, my beautiful sissy gurlfriend is waiting for me on the third to last row. Mai is dressed in a sissy gurl's party dress. A green number with tiers of ruffles. Mai's Vietnamese, but was adopted into one of the major matriarchal families. She's been in dresses since sie was a toddler. I sit down beside her and we start kissing. All sissies are encouraged to have sissy gurl crushes, and even serious relationships. On the bus, kissing and some petting is permitted, nothing past second base. Hir hands are already caressing my nipples. I hold Mai tightly. We whisper to each other, about missing the other, and how cute our outfits are. Standard acceptable sissy conversations. (Complaining about our status, treatment, or gossiping negatively about our owners or families, strictly forbidden.) I'd like to say Mai and I found each other and it was instant kismet, but like everything else in my life, my relationship with Mai was arranged by Mother. All my life, I've gone on play dates with my fellow sissies, playing dress up, jumping rope, hopscotch and more dress up. As I got older, I attended numerous sleepovers, where we looked at teen romances, did each other's hair, and cuddled with each other in our nighties. Some gurl friendships become romantic, and I had few gurl crushes. Once I achieved the age of discretion for this state, our sleepovers became more sexual. We played games like spin the bottle, truth or dare, hide the dildo, all supervised (of course); and more cuddling and makeovers. Mother has known Mai's family, the Travis's, for years. Mrs. Travis and Mother arranged sleepovers for Mai and me. We were good gurl friends, but even when we ordered to embrace and French kiss (in front of our Mothers), no fireworks. We had other gurl crushes at the time, and Mai's was pretty serious. Then because our Mothers are persistent, we were told that we could use a double-ended dildo for our next sleepover and fuck to our hearts content. We just had to eat each others' cum, our sissy seed can never 'hit the floor' or otherwise be wasted. That did the trick, a whole night of fucking, and unlimited orgasims; we cried real tears when I had to return home. We have been 'a thing' ever since then. Mai whispers to me that her Mother had purchased her a new dildo for us to try on our next sleepover. Her hand darts under my skirt and she begins to push on my butt plug, a definite school bus 'no no.' I begin to moan, which gets Mai more excited. "Hey you two rent a room." We look up. We were so busy making out, we hadn't noticed that the bus had stopped and picked up more students, including Daisy and Missy. Daisy and Missy were dressed in their cheerleader outfits. There was no way Daisy, as head cheerleader and Missy (also on the squad), were going to miss an opportunity to wear their uniforms and quite frankly 'rub it in our faces." Both of them are very popular, very good looking, and very, very blonde. Missy and Daisy are inseparable; basically sharing one brain, finishing each other sentences. Missy and Daisy are both boarding at the Academy, but the school selects appropriate hostess families for the boarders to stay at (a few nights every week) during the school year, to work as live-in maid apprentices. In order to break up the boarders versus day students' clique mentality, and also to get us sissies used to living away from our homes, "day students" such as Mai and myself stay several nights a week, overnight at the Academy. So no one exclusively stays at home or boards at the school. Missy is from a matriarchal dominated family, that is hundreds of miles from the closest sissy academy, so sie is a boarder. Daisy is from a family where for religious reasons, gender identity is strictly enforced. The second Daisy showed any interest in playing with hir sisters' dollies and wearing their dresses. Sie was renamed from hir boy name of, I believe, 'Donald', and shipped off to our fair academy. Daisy confesses that hir holidays at home are rare and fairly tormented. Since sissies are per se idiots, we all take five years to graduate high school. Mai and I are in our third year, junior misses. (It goes fresh-gurl, soph-a-sissy, junior miss, apprenti-lass, damsel.). Daisy and missy are damsels, fifth year students. They already know their fate. Missy's family has already signed a sissy modeling contract. Lucky gurl. Daisy has been sold to the harem of some Middle Eastern sheik. I am soooooo jealous. Since I've had an attraction of a sexual nature, it has been to men. My dream lover has always been a man, a real man, with big arms, hairy chest, a bushy beard, and a big cock. I want my man to pound me into the mattress, make me worship his dick, and so forth. Since I live in a matriarchal society where the men are immediately feminized, I am surrounded by womyn and sissies, almost exclusively. Due to my family's status, I am most likely fated to be married off to one of our major sister matriarchal clans. I hope that my future mistress at least likes guys, and her male lovers want to use me, as a 'fuck sleeve." But what do I really want? A master. In the 'dating' scene at school, I tend to only flirt with the most butch womyn. The jocks on the football team and the 'tomboys' who all take shop. If I can't have a man, my 'girlfriend/mistress', is going to have big muscles and be butch. Mai and I both greet Daisy and Missy in the classic sissy manner, a kiss on each cheek and then a peck on the lips. Daisy being 'aggressive' for a sissy, pokes her tongue down my mouth. Sie is quite permitted to do so, Daisy is in a more senior class, and sie is,how should I put this? Sie's a bit of a slut. Daisy and Missy immediately break into the big game tonight against our rival school, the Sackler Academy. Our womyn's football team has ben on a winning streak, so far, and tonight's game is a big test. Sackler has beat us every time for years. They start gossiping that our quarterback Arlete, dumped the other school's quarterback, Donna (I believe), after a big fight. They get lost in the details of who cheated on whom and quite frankly this 'dynamic' seems to come up before and after every 'big' game. Our Arlete, has a body like an Amazon, looks like a movie star, and a mean streak like the marquis de Sade. I fear her. We all do. Since I also perform at games, I am sort of in the cheerleader clique, but not all the way. I tried out of course, but I was that microsecond out of step of the other gurls and didn't make the team. I was crushed. Luckily I found a way to perform and just for a little bit, I have all the spectators eyes on me. (No pressure, of course.). Also my outfit is more flashy and more revealing than their stupid cheerleader uniforms. So there! We make a few more stops, as Mai and I listen to Daisy and Missy gossip, they always have the best 'dirt.' Mai and I, of course, continue to cuddle. The bus pulls into The Templeton Academy; where young womyn become dominatrixes and sissies are crushed into submission. Two instructorsess walk onto the bus and grab Astrid. I guess it's off to detention for hir. Good luck gurl, the clock is literally ticking. We exit and immediately some of the students who have it out for a particular sissy are waiting to bully us. Some girls who are friends of my sister, Abigail, have had it out for me since, well, my birth. (Abigail goes to a Co-Ed school, since she's into boys, and in my school, the genetic females are attracted to other lesbians or sissies.) Gina, Abigail's BFF, has a still picture of me from the video feed this morning of me sucking off Julio. Abigail must have pulled down the security camera feed and sent it to her posse at the school. The picture is everywhere. The female students are chanting at me, "Slut, slut, slut!" One of Abigail's friends grabs me from behind holding my arms. Gina slaps me in the face a few times and then pinches my nipples really hard. I start to scream in pain. Gina takes out her lipstick and writes an "S" for "slut" on my forehead. I am pushed around by my bullies as they taunt me, before an instructor, pulls me away and yells at me for 'creating a commotion.' I get in line behind the other sissies as we each fall to our hands and knees and lick the school seal on the top step of the school's main entrance. I dutifully lick the seal and then mince towards our sissy changing room to get out of our 'street' clothes and into our school uniforms, so we can start our school day. Sissies must take tiny steps. We must hold out our hands at our hips. We must wiggle our hips. We must avert our eyes from our superiors. We must always smile. The female students jeer at us. This is all part of the ritual of the school. Our mornings are always filled with torments, taunts and humiliations. Our dressing room is in the middle of a long wide hallway, and completely transparent. Picture a giant habitrail for hamsters. We sissies are afforded absolutely, no privacy, so our changing room, our showers and our bathrooms are completely exposed. We scurry in and line up at attention by our lockers. Mistress Faust strides in wearing a white blouse, leather slacks, and thigh high leather boots, she is accompanied by several school maids, dresses in identical grey maid uniforms, full time sissies that cook the food and cater to the whims of the staff. They are led in on leashes attached to their collars, actually heavy chains that hang from their necks. Their uniforms are plain and designed to make them blend into the scenery. Being a school maid is a tough 'gig', lots of abuse, no time off, and as far as I can tell, all of them have been gelded. We all curtsy and hold it. Mistress Faust waits a few moments, and then acknowledges us. "Good morning sissies." We all say, "Good morning, Mistress Faust." "Strip Gurls." "Yes, Mistress Faust." We curtsy and begin to remove our outfits. Soon we are all naked except for our various chastity devices, our collars, and assorted jewelry. We stand perfectly straight, legs apart, hands on our hips, looking down. "Eyes on me Gurls." We look at our Mistress, as she walks through, carefully inspecting our hair, make up, and our bodies. "Gigi that's too much eye shadow, you look like a raccoon, fix it." She stops by Prissy. "There's a hair in the mole you stupid dumb wench. Hold still,". Mistress Faust pulls it out using her long black fingernails. She gets to me. "Wipe the 'S' off your forehead, we all know you are a slut, Jezebel." I take a makeup cloth and wipe it off. "Your mother texted me, do you have something for me?" "Yes Mistress Faust." I reach into my purse and hand her the jewelry box. She snaps it open and gives me a devious smile. "Oh this will be fun." She shuts it and holds the box in front of me. "Just a little insurance, dear." "Okay girls, you know the drill. Reach around and pull out your neighbors' s butt plug, and give it to the maid." I bend over and grunt a little as my plug is pulled out, by Lulu. I reach over and pull out Lorelei's plug, as gently as possible. One of the maid's walks by with a box and we deposit our plugs. They will be taken to be washed and sterilized and waiting to be inserted into our receptive boi-pussies for our return home. We immediately mince over to our bathroom. Completely transparent to the passing students and with rows of transparent plexiglass toilets, without any stalls. Privacy simply does not exist for us. Each toilet has an enema bag hanging from a hook, and we all insert the nozzles into our boi-pussies and release the liquid. We need to be completely fresh for school activities. The liquid builds up inside of us and we all stand at attention when Mistress Faust enters the bathroom. She takes out her stopwatch and starts it. We begin the douching dance. We hop on one leg and then the other, swishing the liquid around for a minute. Any gurl who has an accident before Mistress Faust yells 'time', will be severely punished. I feel like some days, like today, they add extra liquid just to make the ritual even more difficult. We are told to stand at attention as we get closer to the release time. We start shuffling our feet and groaning and whimpering, just a little. We should be silent and smiling, but it's tough to keep still. Finally, she yells out 'time!' and we all pull out our nozzles and sit on the toilets and collectively groan as the liquid sprays out of us. The entire exercise is repeated a second time with a fresh Enema bag. After we are finished, cleaning ourselves, we return to line up next to our lockers. A maid comes by and unlocks our chastity devices and puts them in a box for cleaning. A second maid wearing latex gloves, manipulates our deformities (aka our sissy-clitori and our sissy-ovaries) for Mistress Faust to make a visual inspection. Each of our sissy clitty have identical piercings to make our school chastity devices unremovable. My clitty has two curved barbells through the length of the shaft, two side by side near the base and two more near the glans. The chastity locks into the piercings making it impossible to slide off, once locked. I also have a barbell piercing in my taint and in the pubic area, where the ring of the chastity also locks in. Unless I were to rip out my piercings, my cage is staying in place. Mistress Faust often makes snide comments as to our tiny size or its general ugliness. Her riding crop held in her hand, waiting swoosh down on a sissy-clit that becomes even the slightest bit erect. We are all teen-agers, despite the hormones being pumped into us and the abject fear that we have of Mistress Faust and her crop, someone almost always has an unbidden and unwanted erection. "Paisley what the hell is going on here? You know any erection is strictly forbidden! Have you no shame?" Mistress Faust's crop swooshes through the air and Paisley screams and falls to the ground. Paisley keeps hir hands at hir side and continues to keep hir legs apart. Any attempt to ward a blow or hide hir target would lead to far worse torture, than a mere clitty whipping. After several blows, Paisley's clitty is red, limp, and flacid. Hir tears are streaming down her face, as sie apologizes sincerely for hir infraction. A maid comes by and cleans our genitalia with an antiseptic wipe. "Line up and get weighed." We get in line and stand on the scale. If we deviate from our ideal weight, it's a starvation diet. My weight is good. We all fluctuate a little, but I am within an ounce of yesterday's weight. We return to our lockers and cups of ice water are already waiting for us. We grab the cups and thrust our sissy genitalia into the ice cups. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! We hold our 'nasty bits' in the freezing water until for several agonizing minutes, in order to shrink down to fit in our restrictive chastities. A maid comes by each of us and snaps on and locks our sissy clits into our school chastity devices. Unlike my home chastity cage and belt which forces my sissy clitoris between my legs, our school cages stick straight out. Everyone who sees us knows what we are - feminized sissies not genetic females. Each cage has a bell on the tip, that rings with every step, drawing attention to our 'shameful condition' and a ring so our cages can be locked to various places and or restraints. The cage is made of anodized aluminum and mine is colored according to the color assigned to my class, fuchsia. As the cage is locked in place, a skintight black fishnet hood is stretched over my sissy ovaries and locked in pace with the ring. The tight netting is a reminder that even our sensitive ovaries are off limits. My chastity is adjustable, and can be adjusted to be made smaller and more restrictive as my 'training' progresses. My sissy genitalia is constantly measured and my cage is always shrinking. My chastity is locked in place with a tiny padlock at the base. The click of the lock is a reminder that I have no say in its eventual removal. That is at the sole discretion of the school instructress. Mistress Faust approaches me after I have been caged. She opens the jewelry box and shows me a metal tapered pin.. It's a plug for my sissy clitoris. A maid lubricates it and then inserts it carefully into my urethra. It is extremely uncomfortable. I grimace. "It's hollow so you can urinate, but it has a cap for the tip." It has a small gemstone on the cover. The maid screws it in place. A tiny key is produced. It is locked in place. "If you need to pee, find me, so I can unlock you. Of course you will have to make it worth my while. Otherwise it remains locked in place. Your mother was very clear, no sissy creaming for you, and since you gurls have no self-control, better safe than sorry. ". Mistress Faust begins to stroke my little titties. My nipples become erect. I begin to breath harder. "If you do climax, you little slut, your cream will have nowhere to go, but back into your sissy ovaries. A very painful experience I hear. Mistress Faust continues to stroke and manipulate my breasts. Does she want to make me climax? She then takes the ice cubes and puts them on my erect nipples. I yowl from the discomfort. She smiles at me, a very condescending smile. "I have meetings this morning off campus, come with me you little idiot, crawl to the toilet; let's empty your blad, now. The rest of you fairies get dressed." I fall to the ground and crawl to the bathroom, behind Mistress Faust. "Get on the toilet!" I squat. "I love this clitty pin. Perhaps we should make all you gurls wear one. Each time you climax, you would suffer such pain." Mistress Faust is grinning from ear to ear just thinking of such torment. She reaches down to my chastity and unlocks the tip of my clitty plug. "Just try to go." I push my caged sissy clitoris between my legs and think of waterfalls, and rapids. A trickle of liquid comes out. I clean the tip of my clitty plug with an antiseptic wipe. "How does it feel, the clitty plug?" Mistress Faust leans over and locks the tip of the plug and then swings the gem covered cap in place. "It's new Mistress Faust, it makes me hyper aware of my sissy clitoris and it makes stiff, my clitty is usually limp, so the chastity feels really restrictive." "So it's frustrating?" "Yes Mistress. Very." "Uncomfortable?" "Yes Mistress. Very." "If you weren't a Sissy, and just a 'man', your teenage cock would get hard as a rock, all the time surrounded by soft cotton briefs, would you like that?" Mistress Faust stokes my clitty, well really my chastity cage, with her riding crop. "This isn't a trick question dear, I won't punish you for an honest answer." "Yes Mistress, I was just thinking about my feelings. It is sort of imagine that you are a whale or a horse, how would you feel about such and such...I've never known life as a male or had any expectation, I guess I would enjoy the freedom, but not wearing panties or dresses? Wearing a suit? Ha!. Honestly sticking my pathetic inchworm into a womyn's privates, I find that so unnatural. Not getting pounded by my lover? Forget it! Lock me up!" "Do you know why I volunteer for chastity duty? Do you?" "Mistress, I can only speculate, but I presume that the reason is that you enjoy it." She pats me on the head with her crop. "That's right. I simply love watching each of you being caged. It brings every womyn in the world one step closer to total freedom from your pathetic twisted kind. Imagine a world where womyn are free from domestic violence, rape, and sex trafficking, all imposed my vile men. All of you perverted, disgusting genetic misanthropes, don't even deserve to be our slaves." Mistress Faust unbuttons her leather pants and stickers her hand into her panties (surprisingly, red and lacy) and masturbates. Her finger is clearly making a circular pattern over her clitoris. She pulls me off the toilet, to my knees and she takes her free hand and squeezes my cheeks to make my lips into "a kissy face." My lips have been enhanced with injections to be the idealized, for a sissy, Cupid bow lips. "Stick out your tongue for your goddess.' I immediately comply and stick out my tongue. My tongue was split, forked, right before I became verbal (around two or so), so I could learn to speak with my modification. In my family, all sissies have their tongue forked, for her (and sometime's his) pleasure. Of course it adds to my already gurly lisp. She grabs the tips of my tongue and pulls on it, twisting it. admiring it. The tongue is a muscle, and to Mistress Faust the most important muscle for a sissy to develop. She lets go of my tongue and smiles a wicked smile. "I forgot that you McCarthur fairies all get the tongue splitting, that must of hurt like hell, but it is sooooooo sexy. A small price to pay for beauty." Most womyn in the various matriarchal families find a sissy's lips, mouth and tongue hir sexiest feature. Since that is the organ that is going to give her pleasure. I understand that in heterosexual relationships, it may be cock size for the male, (Goddess knows I am size queen in that regard), but in my world of dominant womyn, it's all about the tongue. I exercise my tongue every day. I am expected to have hard abs, a toned butt; but a powerful tongue, that's like big breasts and a tight t-shirt to a young (heterosexual) boy. She continues to pleasure herself, she starts petting me on the head and stroking my face with her free hand. "What are you? Tell me!" "I am little. I am pathetic. I am stupid." As I rattle off my traits, Mistress Faust yells such affirmations such as "yes, yes!', as she is clearly turned on by my disclosures. She continues to rub her privates faster and harder. "I am an empty headed, fairy, a Nancy boy, a powder puff, a pixie. I exist to serve womyn. I am your maid, your slave, your pet, your toy. I..." "Shut the fuck up and use your mouth for something besides talking!" Mistress Faust pulls down her panties and her pants and then uses both of her hands behind my head and forces my face into her crotch. "Worship me!" she commands. I begin to 'worship' my goddess, with all my heart, I have one purpose, one mission, to give my mistress, my personal goddess, as much pleasure as possible. A sissy and hir mistress form a spiritual conduit when the slave is giving oral pleasure. I have been taught that my mouth is my primary sex organ for a sissy. That is why we are taught that castration and gelding is not a 'big deal' to our owners. Our sissy 'failures' exist only as a necessary 'evil' of reproduction. Once removed, as far as a mistress is concerned, a sissy can be even more focused using hir sexy mouth, to delight, on command. I focus my tongue on Mistress Faust's clitoris, a little button with, so I have been taught, 8,000 nerve endings, which is twice as many as my pathetic sissy-clitty. Mistress Faust grabs my head and forces me harder against her crotch, and she begins to rock back in forth, 'humping' my face. She begins to moan and scream. I find myself in the 'sissy-erogenous zone', feeling pleasure by giving pleasure to my dominant. Mistress Faust yells as she climaxes. Fluid from her vagina splashes onto my face. She continues to thrust into my face, as she screams in ecstasy. I shutter as well. Just a little sissy-gasim, a reward my mind has given to me for giving proper sexual gratification to my mistress. She pushes my face away and then throws me to the floor. "You know what to do." I crawl to her feet, prostrate myself before her in supplication. "Thank you Mistress for allowing this miserable sissy the honor of worshiping you, my goddess." "Once more with feeling." I really grovel. Tears run down my cheeks. "Thank you, thank you." "I guess it will have to do. I think a good ass fucking would be in order, but you would probably climax and that's a big no no right now." She pulls up her panties and her pants, and then uses her crop to arrange me on my hands and knees. She sits on my rump and puts her feet over my shoulders, and yells "giddy up" and swats me on the ass and rides me back into the locker room. We enter the locker room and all my fellow classmates are dressed in our school uniform and are being 'chained' together to form a 'sissy train." Each sissy is wearing hir school uniform consisting of a short pleated plaid skirt with a tiny strip of black lace at the hem. A white transparent Victorian lace blouse with a ruffled plunging neckline and elbow length sleeves with ruffled shawl cuffs. The uniform includes white thigh high lace stockings and a cute red beret. The skirt opens at the front and the back, exposing the sissy's chastity device (sort of) and hir 'sissy tail' which are exposed by designed slits in our mandatory school panties. Our chastity devices are covered in a lacy sissy sleeve, a stretchy tube that surrounds the clitty and ends in a frilly ruffle. The sleeve is tied with a large ribbon in a big bow. The sissy sleeve and the bow is designed to draw attention, as much as possible, to the fact that we are indeed sissified males and not be confused with our genetically superior female classmates, blessed with the XX chromosome. The sissy tail is an inflatable butt plug that is inserted into our boi-pussies and attached to the end of the plug is a long 'tail' of ribbons and lace, that denote, by length, our class at the school. A fresh-gurl has a tail that goes to hir knees, and a soph-a- sissy goes to hir ankles. As a junior-miss mine will drag on the floor. The two more senior classes have even more length, a true wedding dress train. The sissy tail is meant to be outrageous and a constant nuisance. A throwback to the days of floor length gowns for women. Also the constant tug of the tail forces us to hold the plug tight, training our sphincter muscles to clinch, hard. A quality that a future spouse would want for a tight fuck. The uniform is accessorized with black Mary Jane pumps, fingerless white lace gloves, and a silk scarf in our school colors, magenta and gold tied around our necks. Each sissy, wears a thin wisp of a tulle harem girl style veil. An ultra sheer barrier that 'protects' our female superiores from interacting with us, the 'damaged goods.' Yes the veil is purely symbolic, but the message is clear, separate and never, ever equal. My classmates are lined up, front to back, and chained together; each sissy's chastity's device is attached by a three feet long gold chain to the base of the sissy neighbor's butt plug base, forming a 'sissy train.' For upper class sissies, who's sissy tails reach the floor are picked up by the sissy behind hir to avoid a tripping and a 'sissy train wreck.' The lead sissy is always topless and braless and has nipple clamps with golden chains to hir chastity cage, so the 'train' can be hitched. The lead sissy also wears a headdress that would put any Vegas showgirl to shame. I can tell that the dreaded 'caboose' position has been left open for me. arranging the sissies is another school instructress, Mistress Shelly. Dressed similarly to Mistress Faust, and six feet tall without heels. Mistress Shelly's long blonde hair is tied in a long ponytail and like Mistress Faust, tormenting sissies is clearly her favorite thing in the world. Mistress Shelly is wearing heels, so she is towering over all of us. "April, we are getting a little bit delayed, so I got the students ready while you were giving Jezebel....her personal tutoring" "Thank you Victoria, that was very kind of you," Mistress Faust says through a tight smile. The two glare at each other for a second. 'Clearly some tension there,' I think to myself. "Jezzie, fix your face and then line up, you get to be the caboose you lucky gurl, you," says Mistress Shelly with a huge smile. no one wants to be the caboose. I fix my face and then I grab my panties and my brazier. "No Jezzie, no time for that. You can go in your birthday suit," says Mistress Shelly. She throws a pair of platform shoes covered in pink rhinestones. "Get in line Now!" I put on the teetering high shoes and get behind Gigi. My nipples are clamped and connected to Gigi's butt plug. My chastity cage is pulled between my legs and a sissy tail that is the length of Princess Di's wedding train is connected to my cage and my butt plug. It is so heavy that you need two points of contact to avoid a strain or a tear. And with that, the sissy train heads out the door and I walk out into my High School naked as a jailbird. I don't get even five feet out the door, before students start taking a whack at my exposed tushy with paddles, canes, and bare hands. Being the caboose sucks. We scurry through the corridors until we get to the center atrium of the main building. We line up with the rest of the classes in front of a statue of an Amazon warrioress standing on several sissified males who are on their knees and cowering in fear. We begin to sing our school anthem, with multiple stanzas about our desire to be pretty and feminine. Also stating our desire to serve all Womyn and to become dutiful slaves and obedient sissy-wives. We finish by falling to our hands and knees and genuflecting to the Amazon ten times. Now our school day can begin.