A sissy called Jezebel Part XIII
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Part III - Jezebel's school day starts at the Templeton Academy: where
young womyn become dominatrixes and sissies are crushed into submission.
A dominant football player takes an interest in our fair sissy and
Jezebel finds hirself the 'entertainment' for a teacher's birthday
celebration. What classes will help mold our sissy into the perfect
slave/maid and why is sie sent to the Head Mistresses office?
I look over to the pillory, where Astrid is on display, naked of course.
Her ass is as red as fire and her face is smeared with trash. She is
sobbing, as a female student is smearing peanut butter into hir hair, and
another student is swatting her sissy ovaries with a ruler. Sie has
completely brought this on hirself, but I do feel some compassion for
hir. Sie looks truly pathetic.
We are all unhitched. Some of us sissies can go straight to class
dressed in their school uniforms, but many of us have a costume change to
make, for dance class, maid service, or the scores of other options. I
often change outfits five to ten times a day. Of course all of them are
sissified.
My first class is actually a practicum, table service for the
instructoresses. I need to return to the dressing room, first because I
am naked, and secondly, I have to put on my serving outfit.
I scurry back to the dressing room. Before I get there, I am tackled by
Gina, who sits on top of me and starts to strangle me while hitting my
head against the floor. She screams at me, why are you wearing a clitty
plug? Tell me?"
Of course I can't answer, because I can't breath, plus I am losing
consciousness from having my head hit the floor. A teacher, Mistress
Summers, pulls Gina off of me. I start to cough, as I suck air back into
my lungs.
"Gina, you are on detention. You cannot choke a sissy, or hit them in
the head like that. It could lead to permanent damage. Jezebel cannot
answer you if she could speak. Her plug is not your concern. So leave
it be." Mistress Summers pulls me off the floor. I am still wheezing.
"Can you balance, I mean stay up?"
'Yes, Mistress," I reply in a raspy tone.
"Then off to class." She walks away.
I stumble towards the changing room. I knew Gina and her pack we're
going to confront me about the clitoris plug. But that attack was
vicious even for her. My sister Abigail must be flipping out over the
implication that Mother is restricting my orgasims, she must suspect that
I have selected for a milking ceremony. And she must be burning with
jealousy. Well too bad for her. I have absolutely no say over the
situation. Abigail should be able to accept the circumstances that a
family has shown some interest in me and get over it. The milking
ceremony is meant to be humiliating to the milkee, in other words me. It
just ends with the host family collecting my sissy cream. I'm in for a
rough evening. That's for sure.
Once inside, I look at that 'big board', the chalkboard with the various
classes and our required outfits, tutus for ballet and such. My first
'class' is maid service. My fellow sissies and I that are in this class,
will serve a light breakfast to our teachers. Usually we are in our
'classic' French maid uniforms, but we could be dressed in holiday themed
outfits for Christmas or Thanksgiving. Last week we were dressed in
revealing dirndls for Oktoberfest. It's a birthday for one of the
teachers, Mistress Fletcher, and she gets to pick our outfits. Whatever
turns her on or amuses her. We have hundreds of possible outfits and
costumes. We will serve our mistresses dressed as playboy bunnies. A
relatively simple outfit, which is good, because the Gina attack delayed
me.
I look at the board, Mistress Fletcher wants us 'tucked', and fully
padded in the boobs department, so this will impact my undies. First, I
find a school maid who is assigned to each changing room to tighten my
corset. Sie laces my corset and pulls it to a waspish size, as I breath
in. Oh my. Very tight. Also very sexy. Sie measures me with a
measuring tape. I'm in my required circumference of 22 inches.
I put on my underwear, my brazier and my panties in my class color of
fuchsia. Of course the underwater is sissified to the extreme, covered
in rows of lace, ribbons, and frills. This particular bra is fully
cupped and padded in order to accentuate and enhance my budding little
tities. I love putting on my bra. It is soooooo feminine. For the
millionth time I wish for bigger boobies. I adjust my bra straps just
so, they don't bunch or slip.
I put on my lacy chastity sleeve, because I am 'tucking' I use one that
is very form fitting but still very lacy and ruffled. All chastity
sleeves must be tied with a bow, but once again, because of the 'tucking'
issue, I tie a smallish bow, not a big garish one that I would tie for an
uncovered cage. I push my sissy chastity device between my legs and
attach the tip of the cage to my piercing in my taint, so it pulls it
tightly and leaving me with the required flat crotch.
I slip on my panties and make sure my butt plug pokes out of the rear
slit. I zip up the front slit with a 'hidden' zipper so it looks
seamless. The panties feel so sexy against my skin. My pathetic little
sissy clit tightens in my cage, just in response to the caress of my
silky drawers. I return to my locker and put on my black fishnet
pantyhose. A classic look. Then I put on the playboy bunny bodysuit in
a stunning plum. I complete the look with the tuxedo cuffs, high heels
and of course, the classic bunny ears. I have to admit, I look adorable.
I bend around and add my fluffy bunny tail to my but plug. I look at
myself in the mirror and straighten my hose and push up my bra. Well,
I'm off to serve danish.
I head towards the teacher's cafeteria. As I scamper through the
hallways, I hear my name yelled out. I turn around and see Tonya walking
up to me. I flash Tonya a big smile and a hair flip. Tonya is our
Allstate offensive linewomyn on our football team. She's a big girl with
broad shoulders and big muscles. That's a big turn on for little ole me.
"Well where are you off too silly rabbit?"
"It's Mistress Fletcher's birthday and she wanted to be served by us hot
sissies in our playboy bunny outfits. I hope it pleases you, too
Mistress."
"Oh it's very sexy . Are you going to cheer for me in our big game and
twirl your little baton?'
"Absolutely Mistress. I just love watching you dominate your opponents,
crush them into the ground and take what is yours.'
Mistress Tonya grabs me roughly and kisses me hard on the lips. I return
her kiss and press my body into hers.
She breaks the kiss, I look her straight in the eyes and whisper, "I want
you, sooo badly."
Tonya grabs me again and kisses me even more passionately.
She breaks the kiss, hey Becky you should get some of this too, this
bitch is horny. Tonya's best friend and middle linebacker on the team,
grabs me and kisses me. I return her enthusiasm, as well.
Sissies get passed around a lot. So Tonya may be interested in me, but
she is quite willing to share me as well.
"She's a great kisser Tonya. I'd fuck her. You want to be fucked,
bitch? You want to be fucked hard?"
"Yes Mistress. I want your shaft inside of me. I want to be pounded in
the worst way."
Tonya looks at me with pure lust. I just smile demurely, and lower my
eyes like a good sissy. "Do you have a date for the Hallows Eve Dance
Jezzie? Are you working on a pretty dress for the dance?"
I twist my hair and smile, "no Mistress, no date yet. But a gurl's gotta
have faith. And I am working on the prettiest dress, I want every sissy
to look at me and turn green, but I'm going to wear my dress just to be
pretty for my date."
"I'll find you during dressmaking class. Put it on for me. I'll have
something special for you, a surprise."
"yes Mistress, I'll model it just for you."
Tonya pinches my ass and grabs my titty, and sticks out her tongue in a
very overt, sexualized way. Her lasciviousness is a major turn on. I
shutter. Tonya walks away, and I literally fan myself, because I am
becoming flushed. I look at the clock and I sprint to the cafeteria. Of
course I am running in high heels and still holding my hands at my hips
with my hands flared. More of a scurry than a flat out run. There is no
doubt about it, this gurl is late.
I enter the cafeteria as stealthily as possible. All the sissies in my
practicum are already there. I'm busted. It's a room filled with
Mistresses who are there to correct us for any mistakes. I curtsey, and
hold it. No hiding on this one.
Mistress Smythe walks up to me. "Late little Missy? Something more
important to you than your classes?"
"No Mistress, I was flirting with students, I was distracting them from
their schoolwork. I have been very naughty and I deserve to be
corrected,harshly."
"Mistress Kidd I don't have time for this, you correct this 'tardy tart',
we need to get these sissies decked out for a birthday party."
Mistress Kidd is a teacher-in-training; a recent graduate of our fair
academy. She is often asked to discipline sissies like me so our
teachers can concentrate on their lesson plans. Mistress Kidd walks up
to me and says "I am trying to figure out how severely to punish you, the
supposedly 'belated babe'"
She slashes her riding crop through the air and hits the side of my
thigh. I Yelp.
"You claim to be at fault, but the whole school knows that Tonya has the
hots for you, perhaps she was making some moves on you? That's why you
are an 'unexcused Annie'?"
Another harsh blow falls on my other thigh. She holds up her riding crop
high.
"This one's going to drop you to the floor. Is Tonya the reason you are
late?"
I flinch. No one likes a tattle tale, but she is a mistress and she's
asking me a direct question, "Tonya did approach me and we were kissing,
but it takes two to kiss and........"
"so yo we're a 'flirting Frannie?"
"I am. I am a terrible flirt. I ......"
The crop falls, but doesn't hit me,it slaps the chair next to me making a
huge cracking noise, that cause me to jump."
I've got a much better punishment for you dear, we all decided that the
last sissy here gets to be the 'birthday surprise'. That...." She
strikes the chair again, 'Is...' Slap! "Going to be...." Slap! "You!"
This one lands on my thigh again. I yelp.
"I love surprises, don't you?"
"Mistress Kidd, I can honestly say probably not as much as you."
Mistress Kidd smiles and chuckles.
'I've got an outfit for you to change into."
I pout.
"Why the longface do you fear the punishment?"
"Yes Mistress, but I .... really love my playboy bunny outfit and I
didn't get to serve anyone in it, and I ......well I want to be pretty
for you...that's all."
"Well you do look smoking in it, tell you what princess, you can serve us
for a few minutes, then you have to change costumes."
'Thank you Mistress, you are very kind."
"Hold on, first, hold still, we need to adjust your wardrobe." Mistress
Kidd reaches down to my crotch and undos the crotch buttons, opening up
my costume."
"Reach in your panties, and 'untuck' your little cage and poke it through
your panty opening."
I immediately comply
'Snap your outfit back on."
Mistress Kidd ties a bunch of party balloons to the tip of my cage, that
she releases and they rise up almost to the ceiling. 'Isn't that
festive?'
"Yes Mistress." I look around, all the other sissies have their cages
exposed and have balloons tethered to them.
She hands me a quarter sized birthday hat, which I put on the side of my
head like a fascinator like the other sissies.
'get to work, NOW!" She raises her crop over my head.
I cower and then scurry to my assigned table and start taking drink
orders.
Most of the teachers at the table get the same thing every day, so I
basically know the response, to most of them saying the usual. Mistress
Jambowsky pats my ass affectionately and says 'I like a sissy with a cute
ass, and this one, it's just perfect for pinching." She gives me a fierce
pinch.
'Thank you Mistress, it is very nice of you to say."
The Mistresses always ogle and objectify us during table service. I love
the attention.
I return with drinks then food. Mistress Kidd grabs my bunny tail and
pulls me backward from the table. "Time for you to change into something
way more uncomfortable. "
I scurry backwards as she pulls me into a supply closet. Inside I see a
sexy unicorn outfit, with bags, tens of bags of candy attached to them.
''You get to be the pi?ata,you lucky gurl you. But first, I want some
candy for myself."
Mistress Kidd grabs me, pushes me against the wall and kisses me, hard on
the mouth, while fondling my breasts. I wrap my arms around her waist
and return her kiss.
"Okay, strip; and get this costume on ASAP."
All sissies at this academy are quick change artists at this stage of
their 'career.' I quickly disrobe and hang my costume on some pegs on
the wall.
"Spin for me fairy gurl, let's check you out in your undies."
I spin. Mistress Kidd lears at me. "You sissies that grow up in 'right
thinking families', you have no idea how the inferior male kind resist
their true status. I like to break 'em. It's taken me months but I've
got my current boyfriend sleeping in nighties and learning to properly
pleasure me orally. He's let me cage him before sex, so he can have a
'big' release. But sometimes, I lose patience, the hunt takes time, and
I've got needs. Many, many needs." We kiss again.
"I would love for you to meet. You could do his hair, and even pleasure
him. Get him to break down his inhibitions, and get him used to seeing
other sissies as normal. Oh Goddess, you two wearing nighties, making
out, your chastity devices touching. That is soooo hooooooottttttt."
She playfully bats my exposed chastity device several times. "Come on
out little clittyy, oh wait Mommy won't let you play? Too baddddddd.
Okay, enough playing around, get in your costume, you are such a fucking
tease. Take off your undies, you are going au' natural."
I remove my undies and hang them as well. The costume has a silvery
holographic rainbow bustier, which I slip on and Mistress Kim tightens
the lacings. I put on the sparkly silver stockings and attach them to the
garters of the corset. I pull on the flared rainbow tutu skirt that
neither really covers my chastity device or my ass. I then put on two
transparent platform shoes with six inch spiked heels. I pull on two
black leggings that are covered in faux pink horse hair, elbow length
gloves that end in faux hoofs. A unicorn head covering with a single
large horn a rainbow mave that falls to my butt. A huge horse plumeing
tail in rainbow colors is attached to my butt plug, and a horse bridle is
placed over my head and a bit is popped in my mouth. I turn to the
mirror. I look really hot in this costume.
"Okay Princess Sparkle Pony, the girls are finished eating and gossiping,
so prance into the cafeteria and let the girls get a good look at you."
I sashay into the cafeteria as the teachers clap and laugh. Mistress
Kidd grabs my reins and stops me. "Whoa little doggie. It looks like
you escaped your corral with a bunch of stolen candy. You know what
happens to naughty unicorns? A fiesta!'
Mistress Kidd hands Mistress Fletcher a lasso and she tosses it around me
and ropes me in. 'Good work birthday girl, now with some help from the
posse we'll get our candy back from this naughty filly."
Mistress Kidd trips me from behind and guides me to the floor. Several
mistresses surround me and 'hogtie' my four limbs together. I am left on
my back and more bags of candy are added to my legs, butt and back. A
hook is attached to my ropes and I am hoisted off the floor from a pulley
in the ceiling. (This school has hooks all over the place for convenient
securing of sissies.). Soon I am swaying back forth about seven feet off
the ground. Mexican mariachi music is piped in, Mistress Fletcher is
blindfolded, and is spun around multiple times. An enormous sombrero is
placed on of her head and she is given a yardstick and told to swing
away.
She was given three swings, and because she is laughing so hysterically,
she misses all three times. Another Mistress is blindfolded and takes
her swings.
As time passed, the Mistresses get better and hit the bags of candy, if
that was their objective, or me, if they just wanted to hit the pi?ata.
After each Mistress that wanted a turn finishes, the line repeats.
Mistress Kidd lowers me almost to the floor, and I am held in place with
my butt facing Mistress Fletcher, who is allowed to peek and she
alternates between knocking off the remaining baggies and hitting my ass.
At this point a large number of female students have been let into the
room and they swarm to pick up the remaining candy. The whole room is
organized chaos for a few minutes. After some order is slowly restored.
I am lowered to the floor, fast enough to cause me to grunt. I am untied
and picked off the floor. After being tied and and held off the floor my
legs are too numb for me to hold myself up. I teeter and fall back down.
Mistress Kidd looks at me like I am the most pathetic thing in the world.
She puts her shoe on my head, and says "I will put your sorry ass down,
and beat you like a broken horse, if you don't get up."
I flop onto my hands and knees and grab a table and lift myself up to
standing. My legs are still wobbling. At least I made it to upright.
"You two," she snaps her fingers at my fellow sissy-classmates, Colette
and Guienevere, "grab her rags off the hooks in the utility closet and
then drag this sorry ass bitch back to the dressing room, and get your
sorry asses to your next classes."
That's the life of a sissy, no rest for weary. The gurls grab my stuff
and I put an arm over each shoulder and they help me out the room, as I
stagger like a drunk sailor. After we exit the room, both sissies, hold
me up against the wall and expertly rub my legs, getting my circulation
flowing. I thank them profusely. Colette whispers "better you than me
bitch." With my limbs warmed up, we continue down the hallway to the
changing room. Once inside, Mistress Braun is waiting for us. I am
plopped down on a bench.
"Collette where is your next class? Guienevere hang her clothing"
"Cooking and baking, Mistress"
"Go in your playboy bunny costume, just wear an apron. Here is your
note. dismissed"
"Guienevere! Class?"
"Sewing and needlepoint, Mistress"
"Same, take your note, skeedadle!"
"Jezebel, you stupid so and so. You are just a mess. "
"I am sorry Mistress."
"Well actually, I haven't had this much fun in months and you do make an
adorable unicorn. Soooooo can you actually stand?"
"Yes, Mistress." I rise up, still a little shaky.
"Class?"
"Typing and secretarial."
"You are really late."
"I know Mistress. I really know...... I guess I was tied up,
somewhere?"
"That's an old joke even for me, and I've been here since...well
nevermind that ...change into your secretarial outfit, unicorns are the
absolute worst typists I hear."
"I'm not much better."
"Then more reason to get to class deary and improve yourself, here's your
note."
I grab my frilles and have the school sissy cinch me in again. The
secretary pool as it is called, involves a tight, black knee length
pencil skirt, with a slit up to the front, exposing our sissy clits and
our panties, a lacy white blouse that is cut low exposing our 'assets',
our breasts, and black stockings with a somewhat sensible four inch mule.
I add our mandatory pearl necklace and white lace gloves. I walk
somewhat unsteadily to Mistress Worthington's typing class. I enter and
gurls are all typing on manuals, because that's just the way it is here
in this academy. Mistress Worthington is about a hundred years old and
looks like she could blow away in a storm, and wears giant horn rimmed
glasses. She is super strict and none of us are dumb enough to cross
her.
"Do you have a note for being tardy?"
"Yes Mistress." I curtsey and hand it to her. This note could say
anything. It could be a real excuse or it could say 'beat the shit out
of hir.' She reads it.
'You are excused for being tardy, but not for being both a distraction
and a nuisance. I simply don't have time to spank you and this lesson
plan is already under way. Write lines on the blackboard and I want them
absolutely in perfect script cursive, 'a good sissy is never a
distraction to her superiors, I am a miserable cur."
My script is just okay. It never seems to have the perfect loop or the
proper swoosh. My handwriting is probably the only 'butch' thing about
me. I pick up a pink chalk and start my lines. Actually I'd rather
write than type, so to me, this isn't really worse than the drudgery of
typing class. I lose myself in the task and just try to write as girly
and dainty as I can. The bell rings and Mistress Worthington examines my
work.
"Hmmmmmm, perfectly atrocious but still an improvement for you.
Dismissed."
Finally, I get to leave with my fellow classmates. I grab Felicia's hand
as we walk back to the changing room. I whisper to hir, "I just need to
lower my head without drawing attention to myself, so I can get through
this cra cra day.'
Just like that the PA goes off. "Sissy Jezebel, report to the
headmistress' office immediately."
Felicia looks at me and pulls hir hand back, "get away from Jinx, you are
just trouble today gurl."
I take off to the office of Headmistress Saxon. I enter the front
office, where several school sissies that handle the school
administration, are chained to their desks. They are not permitted the
luxury of chairs, so they stand at their desks. They wear 1960's style
mini dresses. They still have some sort of genitalia because the chains
to their desks go up their skirts and are attached to something in their
crotches. One of the sissies looks at me and says, "strip off
everything, hang your clothes in the closet, crawl up the hallway, knock
and wait for permission to enter. Speak only when spoken to." Sie
returns to hir typing without another word.
I disrobe and fall to my hands and knees, and start to crawl. "Wait, you
stupid dumb bimbo. I said ALL of your clothing off, ALL of it! That
obviously includes your clitty sleeve, that's clothing too. Thank
Goddess I caught you. It would have been bad for both of us. Just hand
it to me. Now get going and try to be less of an airhead, you worthless
simpleton. I mean really, you can't follow a simple instruction? I mean
really!" I resume my crawl up the hallway, past the assistant
headmistress's office, a meeting room, and other 'private' areas.
I get to the Headmistress's impressive wooden door, with her name in gold
letters on the frosted window.
At about a foot or so off the floor there is a knocker, just for us
crawling sissies. I knock.
No answer.
I wait.
I lose track of time. Did no one hear the knock? I start to worry. I
resist the urge to knock, again. Just as I begin to tumble into a full
panic, the door swings open.......
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