A sissy called Jezebel Part XVI
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Part IV - Jezebel's has been sent to the Head Mistress's office of the
Templeton Academy: where young womyn become dominatrixes and sissies are
crushed into submission. Jezebel is inspected by the fabulously wealthy
Matriarch of the Beauregard family for the milking ceremony later that
night. The Beauregards and McCarthurs have been feuding for decades, but
is there more to the story? (Author's Note: I had no intention of
writing with such 'world building' detail when I started on this story,
but like you, I've been stuck at home, bored out of my mind during COVID
and I just let my feverish and somewhat twisted
imagination just speculate away, about how a Matriarchy would really work
in an alternate reality. So is this turning into Sissy GOT? A little
bit. Xoxoxo )
One of the headmistress's personal slaves lets me in. The gurl is
wearing black with pink seams stockings and a garter belt, and a
matching cupless brazier, that support hir ample breasts from the bottom,
but leave them entirely on display. Sie is adorned with a maids cap,
white lace gloves and black pumps. Sie is not wearing any panties and
only a wisp of lacy apron that is completely sheer except for some lacy
on the edges. It hides nothing. Sie is not wearing a chastity belt. Hir
tiny sissy clit is tied with a small bow and is otherwise not restrained.
Headmistress Saxon clearly practices the 'chastity of the mind' in her
household. She takes pride that hir slaves do not get erections because
sie has trained/beaten the maleness out of them. This particular sissy,
with hir huge knockers and hir absolutely tiny sissy clit, has been
probably swimming, if not deep diving, in female hormones and
antiandrogens to the point where sie clearly doesn't produce any
testosterone and probably hasn't for years. I love hir tits. I bet
Headmistress Saxon does as well.
Sie snaps her finger and points to a spot on the floor. Sie signals with
a hand signal, that I should genuflect. I immediately assume the
position, face down on the floor, on my knees with my but in the air,
hands spread out the floor. Perfectly still.
Headmistress Saxon is behind her huge desk in her massive office, with
pictures and statues of all sorts of sissy torture on the walls. The
office is designed to intimidate a sissy and it is working very well on
this one. Time passes as she talks. I hear her personal slaves walking
around the office, shuffling paper and such.
"Bye Beth, yes Beth. I've got to go, school stuff, dear. See you on
Saturday dear."
"Ahh Jezzie, stand up."
I jump up. Headmistress Saxon is now standing and walking towards me.
She is wearing tight leather pants in burgundy, a white lacy blouse that
ends in ruffled sleeves, and knee high riding boots. I hope I am not
shaking, but I am terrified.
"Relax, you're not in trouble. I mean...right this second you are not."
I stupidly relax perhaps the tiniest bit.
She walks right up to me and cuffs my chin and looks me right in the
eyes. "Did you do something wrong? Something I don't know about it?
Yet? Do you have a guilty conscience for something? A bad act? A stray
'nasty' thought? Should I beat it out of you?"
I am still looking back at her in complete and utter terror. She smiles
a wolf's smile. "I'm just 'messing' with you dear? But this will not
do? Sie is a fright. I need it presentable for inspection. You," she
points at one of her slaves, fix this student's hair and make up, and
give it one of the trainee outfits; garterbelt, stockings, push up bra,
heels, trainee cap, and no apron.
I am practically dragged away by hir slave, to a side room which is a
beauty salon for slaves. It has a makeup table, sink and a hair dryer.
The slave gets to work and fixes my face. Another slave comes in and
teases my hair. A third comes in and does my nails. Each works in
silence. I squash the impulse to make small talk. I've noticed that
each slave has hir hair dyed identically platinum blonde and that each
slave has something very rare for a sissy slave, a landing strip of
pubic hair about an inch and a half long and a quarter of an inch wide,
all dyed different colors, violet, hot pink, electric blue. Maybe it
helps Headmistress Saxon tells them apart. The slaves are not corseted,
which is also unusual, but each gurl has a super thin waist and a tight,
defined and quite frankly, sexy, core.
All of the slaves have huge knockers. Clearly Headmistress Saxon has a
type, that type is tits. I'd love to ask about the landing strip or if
the rumors about Headmistress Saxon are true. Of course, I stay mute. I
get dressed in my revealing outfit and walk back out. I notice that my
cup less bra does lift and support my breasts, but I look like a
surfboard compared to these Gurls. As I look at myself in the mirror,
adjusting my bra, each gurl also adjusts hir bra with hir much more ample
tits and gives me the 'look' with a wicked smile that says 'adjust all
you want sweety, your are just a flat chested loser compared to us.' I
look at them in the mirror and make a praying gesture with my hands, and
lift up my tities. 'Someday, please Goddess', I hope to myself. They
plop on my maid's cap which does say 'trainee' on it and it is just a
little smaller than the other Gurls and is also adjusted to be at a
rakish angle.
I am led out of the room, I do whisper thank you to my helpers. I walk
out and see Beatrice Beauregard sitting in a chair next to Headmistress
Saxon. On a video screen is my mother. I curtsey and hold it, looking
at the floor.
Mistress Beauregard is wearing a black leather overalls over a bronze
sequin chemise. When you are one of the wealthiest womyn in the world,
you wear what you want. Actually the outfit works for her. Her sissy
maid is standing behind her. Sie' wearing a tight laced leather bustier
with pink lace accents, a tutu micro skirt that flares out at least a
foot, and thigh high lace up black leather high heel boots that end in
ballet toe. They look soooooo painful, but sooooo kinky. Hir hair is
braided and falls to the floor. I have immediately gurl crush on this
sissy. Well sort of a mixture envy, because sie is sexy and a feeling
adoration, if not flat out lust.
"Hmmmmmm, so this is Jezebel." Mistress Beauregard stands up and walks
towards me. "You know Joanna, it has your eyes. The eyes are quite
stunning."
She grabs my mouth and looks at my teeth like I'm a horse.
"Walk to the door and then come back."
I walk to the door in proper mincing steps, spin, and then return.
"Go to the center of the floor, give us a front split and touch your
toes."
I drop to the floor and fall forward touching my toes. The benefits of
years of ballet and yoga.
"Side split."
I rotate on the thankfully waxed floors to a side split, jutting my
chastity device straight out.
"Get up, Pirouette."
I assume the classic ballet stance and pirouette.
"Arabesque position,"
I comply. A little tough with no time to really stretch.
"Pile'."
I switch, a little clumsily to the new position,
"Fouett?."
I spin and try to gracefully switch my weight.
Headmistress Saxon interjects her opinion, "sie's classically trained of
course, a little more athletic, than graceful, but a definite contributor
to the Corps de ballet, sie's just not going to be the Coryph?e.
Although you know my theory, ballet reveals the true sissy. Only through
years of dedication to the ballet can a sissy really achieve hir goal of
grace and femininity. Sie can grand jete' with our best, but sie'd break
hir pretty little neck trying to leap in this office."
My mother adds; "Jezzie really dedicated hirself to improving hir ballet.
As a beginner, Sie was truly a clumsy, almost masculine mess, I am sorry
to use such a distasteful word, but sie requested tutoring from dance
academies that really do not spare the cane and are quite frankly a
little barbaric and really improved. Mademoiselle Boucher really whipped
my little spawn into shape, in that regard."
I remember after my first dance recital, my sisters teasing me
mercilessly. They called me terrible things like "clumsy and oaf", but
even worse things like "tomboy, butch, stud, and manly." No sissy wants
to ever be compared with anything masculine. I cried and cried and then
cried some more. Tears staining my little tutu. Their non-stop taunting
did motivate me. I begged for mother to find me a dance tutor. When I
only showed modest improvement, I pleaded and I begged for mother to send
me to Mademoiselle Boucher's academy, the most draconian dance studio in
the world (or at least within reasonable driving distance) where 'they
beat the masculinity out of any sissy and replace it with 'grace, poise,
muliebrity, and elegance.' I was the only student there voluntarily, for
the rest, it was something being forced on them as a punishment. I
welcomed the whip. I made the slightest gesture or stance that was
inelegant or clumsy, (which just about every move I made at first)
Mademoiselle Boucher or one of her assistants would correct me, with a
whip, paddle, crop, or Mademoiselle Boucher's favorite, a cane.
I loved the dance academy. I mean I feared it too, because I initially
left it with so many welts, absolutely everywhere, because the teachers
ran out of target space to hit me. I was the joke of the academy, for a
while. The idiot fool who couldn't learn anything. The last, the
absolute pitts. My nickname was '?ne maladroite' - the clumsy donkey in
French. But I refused to give up. I loved ballet even if it didn't love
me. I learned how to stay on my toes. I became flexible, after being
practically drawn and quartered by Mademoiselle Bouche's assistants. I
achieved some level of grace and rhythm, or at least learned how to fake
it. Finally, with Mademoiselle Boucher formally retiring the cane, she
overused on my keister, I graduated. It took, by Mademoiselle Bouche's
calculations, three times as long with me as any other pupil, but it
worked, eventually. It took years, but I finally became a decent, fair
to the middling ballet dancer. My last recital at her studio, which was
flawless, the old bird cried. She had 'broken me', but apparently I
almost broke her. My mother was in tears as well, and she made sure that
my sisters applauded for me at the end. (True sissy behavior should be
praised, occasionally.) Francisca, my oldest sister, seemed sincere,
Abigail, well not so much. All I wanted was to be something close to the
pretty dancers I always admired, and if my sisters were going to taunt me
about being mannish, (of course it's still a terrible insult to any
sissy) that at least it didn't ring so true.
"Position five, my little dancer and now what is your favorite school
class?"
"Dressmaking and fashion design, Mistress."
"Which classes do you struggle in?"
"Choir and typing, Mistress."
"I've heard hir sing, we should offer remedial humming, but we don't,"
adds the Headmistress. Mistress Beauregard guffaws.
"Does your mother discipline you everyday?"
"Absolutely, She or someone within the family, (I leave Valarie out of
the picture, I am getting a serious prior relationship vibe between
Beatrice and my mother)."
"My Mother believes that a sissy must have the emotional release of
crying everyday."
"Okay let's see the 'bads', I mean your 'failures', never 'the goods',
right? Sandy, where do you want to do this? Your furniture is very
nice, I don't want to smudge it with a sissy ass."
"That's very considerate of you, but I don't care, I've got maids,"
replies Headmistress Saxon. "Jezzie, hop up that secretary's desk and
spread your legs wide."
I climb up and spread my legs. Mistress Beauregard walks up my sissy
clit and looks closely. "Sandra, please give Demi the key to the
chastity, thank you dear."
"Of course." Headmistress Saxon drops a key into the waiting hand for
Mistress Beauregard's maid, Demi.. I notice that Demi has two inch nails
on her hands and polished black pointy 'stiletto' tips. I am so sooooo
envious. I want ultra long nails as well as my often desired big tits,
but school rules are very clear, on a much more modest length. I let
them grow the second I am on school recess and cry when they are filed
down for the academic year.
"See something you like dear?" inquires Mistress Beauregard.
'Demi is so beautiful, Mistress."
My mother interjects, "Although It is being honest and accurate; Demi is
stunning, sie wants those nails. My little enby wants talons for nails,
the Hindenburg for tits, and an iPhone; it's not happening Missy!"
Demi walks up to on hir sexy ballet boots and unlocks my school cage and
removes it.
"Lift it's sissy clit out of the way, I need to see the sissy-ovaries.
Hmmmmmmm. Are they full? Lift them."
The slave cups my ovaries and lifts. "They feel full, Mistress."
"When did you last climax, and when you did, did you discharge any sissy
cream? And by that I mean a spurt, not a dribble. "
"It was Monday of last week, and I am ummmmmm .... not sure if I
discharged due to the circumstances. I usually do have a spurt of sissy
cream when I am allowed to climax. I am required to lick it up"
"Circumstances? There's a story. Do tell."
"It was, ahem, kind of a crowd scene. I was told to pleasure a number
of womyn. And they were ahem, a little drunk and I ended up getting
passed around, and they were uhhhmmm you know pegging me and I was uhmmm
giving them oral satisfaction ..... And at some point, I definitely
came......" I am sure at this point I am beet red.
"Were you doing a whole sport team you little slut?"
I smile and pause. "Well .....Yesssss."
"I thought I was being sarcastic. Who were they?"
"The Pikeville Lady Warriors, I think."
"One of my daughters is on that team."
I think to myself, 'Oh Shit.'
"Oh, don't get your panties in a bunch Beatrice, I've been to parties at
your house, don't you forget; where a crowd scene like that is just the
warm up," joshes Headmistress Saxon. "I mean it's not like the dumb
sissy had a say in the matter, I am sure the little hussy had a blast,
but an adult or perhaps many adults told her to do it. Correct?"
"Yes Headmistress."
"Correct that you had a blast or that you were ordered to have a
gangbang?
"I was definitely told to service the womyn as they saw fit, and I
enjoyed it, I am very turned on by being 'used' by my dominants. I mean
at some point my sissy vagina became very sore as did my jaw."
"Did it get painful down there, as they repeatedly humped you?"
"Yes Headmistress."
"Did you cry?"
"Yes, Headmistress."
"Did your pathetic little sissy tears asway them from raping your hot
little sissy ass?"
"No, it goaded them on, to use bigger dildos, they would show it to me
and then pound me with it. At the end I was screaming, I didn't want to,
but I screamed each time. They all thought it was hilarious,
Headmistress."
"But you were turned on, weren't you?"
'Goddess yes. I wanted them to stop, but afterwards, Headmistress, I
....... I wanted, I don't know....I wanted....."
"Them to fuck your brains out again, you little minx?"
I nodded.
Mistress Beauregard smiles. "I guess we'll call that experience an
unannounced, unscheduled, Beauregard milking ceremony practice run."
"Okay scoot off the desk."
I drop down.
"Shall we proceed to the checkup? I'll have one of my staff take hir to
the school nurse for hir examination and hir measurements."
"No need Sandy, I'll take hir. Now I want to make it absolutely clear
that I trust your staff completely, but I have to swear an affidavit as
to the sample taken that I witnessed its withdrawal, personally, and also
I need to take a drag."
'Here are the keys." Headmistress Saxon hands Mistress Beauregard a
leash, and a key that unlocks my collar. "I presume you know the way."
'But of course."
She attaches the leash and walks out with Demi and myself, in tow. She
goes through a door in one of the hallways and right into the
COURTYARD!!! Where it is sissy recess time. At least a score of sissies
are in the Courtyard, dressed in frilly rompers and sun bonnets. The
Gurls are playing proper sissy games, such as jump rope, hopscotch, and
ring around the rosey. Of course they stop dead in their tracks, to gawk
at a famous billionaire scion of a major clan, her sexy maid, Demi, and
me, almost as naked as a jailbird and uncaged.
'Well the 'secret' meeting is now out in the open. Oh Goddess; what if
this falls through? Everyone will know! I'll Always be the sissy that
was refused, rejected, and returned,' I think to myself. I try not to
dwell on that awful outcome.
Mistress Beauregard walks to the center of the courtyard, dragging me
along, and warmly greets Mistress Selden, another Academy institution,
who is still teaching at age, a gazillion I think. Mistress Selden scolds
the sissies. "It is impolite to stare and forbidden to gossip; return to
your play immediately or you'll be facing the walls of the courtyard for
the rest of the period." The class resumes, somewhat distractedly, their
playtime.
She of course knows Mistress Selden, who was certainly teaching here when
Mistress Beauregard attended this institution (let's face it Mistress
Selden was probably teaching here when the wheel was invented.) Mistress
Selden is really a 'softie' for this institution. She loves all of us
sissies as her grand kids. Having a bad day? Go say hi to Mistress
Selden. She is always quick with a 'you look adorable, today' or 'aren't
you the cutest thing' and, maybe a little forbidden mint or a m&m. She
can keep discipline just as well as the 'boot camp drill sergeants', one
single look of displeasure from Mistress Selden, is just as harsh as a
bullwhip; because we adore her sooooooooo much. Mistress Selden probably
should retire, but she has limited family,and the Academy is her whole
life. Her cottage is on campus grounds. The only teacher that lives
here full time. I am sure the Headmistress would rather burn down the
Academy or chop off her own finger before she even attempted to let go
Mistress Selden.
Mistress Beauregard tugs on the leash down and I immediately kneel on the
flagstone. Mistress Beauregard breaks out a vape and begins to puff
away. They begin to chat about old classmates and family, but since they
are using nicknames like 'binky' & "cee cee', I haven't the clue, whom
they are actually talking about. I just go into a sissy' fog', where one
simply waits, patiently, until one is told to do something. My legs are
freezing from the flagstone,and I feel like my sissy clit may freeze off.
It's not cold, but it is sure as heck isn't warm. They get to a
stopping, point, hug, and I am soon following her across the courtyard.
Since our families are rivals and my mother cannot seem to hear the word
'Beauregard' without grimacing; it is interesting to see this person, who
I always presumed was a stuck up rich-bitch, be so warm with Mistress
Selden, a woman who is of very modest means and from a nondescript
family. Of course, how could you not simply treasure Mistress Selden?
Still Mistress Beauregard isn't the bitch queen I had been picturing all
these years.
We head into the nurse's office. I am suddenly head to tits with Nurse
'Hildy van schlong.' Okay, let me explain. Nurse Hildagard is a six
foot seven inch sissy from Sweden, with a gorgeous body, long blonde
hair, huge breasts, and, weirdly enough, a huge cock. I mean you can't
call that! - a sissy clit. It's huge. It's in a chastity device, but
it's got to me over twelve inches, even in a cage. Sie's otherwise a
beautiful, feminine sissy with a striking, voluptuous figure. Of course
in heels, sie's simply towering over everyone, and her nurse's uniform is
super tight, and her chastised penis is so easy to see through her
panties, it's simply hard not to stare. Since sissies are admired and
desired for having very small genitalia; Nurse Hildegard is a bit of an
anomaly in our little femdomme world.
Hir mistress is probably into 'being fucked by her sissy' in allowing her
sissy to have an erection and then being penetrated in her vagina by hir
cock. I presume the womyn is on 'top', but who knows? There's
terminology for this kind of 'kink',some call It a hetero-emulative
sexual relationship. But most would call it a bizarre or even perverse
subversion of the sissy-dominant hierarchy. I mean a sissy isn't a male.
Far from it. I find it quite yucky, any sissy penetrating hir mistress's
vagina with hir clitty? I try to be open minded, but it really is....
well kind of revolting. Hildy's is so big, you've got to wonder if hir
Mistress paid for surgery to enhance it. I mean don't get me wrong, I'd
suck on that sissy's beautiful dick all day long if I could, it's just
connected to the wrong body, in my humble opinion.
I strip off what little clothing I have left on. My collar is unlocked
and I am weighed. My height is measured and my reflexes are checked. My
temperature, blood pressure and pulse are taken, as well. My measurements
are taken, chest, waist and hips. Calipers are produced and my sissy
clit, my sissy ovaries, and my breasts are carefully measured.
"Is the sissy code tattoo on your lower abdomen your only tattoo?"
Inquires Mistress Beauregard. (I've had that tattoo since early
childhood. Once a sissy, always a sissy. The code has all my
identifying information and my mother's contact information, and almost
all sissies are 'tagged' for our 'protection').
"Just that one. My mother wants me unadorned for my future owner; a
blank slate to decorate to his or her choosing."
"And just the one branding?"
"Yes Mistress, on my tuchus. The McCarthur family crest." (I was
branded at ten, and it hurt!)
"That's why the Goddess gave sissies two ass cheeks, one for your
mother's brand and another for your future owner; if you are blessed to
get an owner."
"I pray everyday to the Goddess that I can be a dutiful slave/spouse,
someday." Of course, I think only to myself, that is after, I am
allowed to live overseas in either Paris or Milan (New York is acceptable
as well) and apprentice at one of the major sissy fashion design
studios, and I am allowed to go on dates with MEN, big burly men with
body hair and beards, that I get to find on my own, without family
approval. (Like that's ever going to happen.)
"I bet you do. Okay, let's get this 'show' on the road, I think you've
passed medical and I've got my blood sample. You get dressed." She snaps
her fingers. I put on my abbreviated clothing. "Just one thing, Demi is
totally lusting for you, nurse."
Hildagard looks confounded. "Mistress Beauregard, what ...I...."
"I've owned Demi for over a year now and I have never seen hir
this...'revved up.' Sie's got the major hots for you."
Mistress Beauregard walks up to Demi and raises hir skirt exposing hir
lacy panties. There is a stain right around the chastity cage, Demi has
been leaking hir sissy cream. Demi is fifteen shades of red.
"Demi is going to be stringently corrected for hir lack of self control
tonight, but one thing is for certain, sie wants some of that," she
points at nurse Hildagard's stretched panties, "really badly. Tell us
Demi, and don't hold back, gurl. What do you want?"
Demi is still red as an apple, she looks at Hildagard and then at the
floor and almost whispers, "Mistress is right. She is always right.
I've...I've never met a sissy like you..before, you are so beautiful and
I love your cock. I want it, so badly inside of me. I.........I ...."
Mistress Beuaregard cuts hir off. "Tell me Hildegard, does your owner
let you play with other sissies? I would love to arrange a playdate."
Hildagard just stammers, "She....uhm...I"
"Who is your owner? Spit it out gurl."
"Mistress Brandt, Frieda Brandt."
"My dentist!?"
"Yes Mistress."
"That kinky so and so. So formal, so prim and proper, but underneath
that exterior, she's into ... well ... 'joyriding her sissy' as they
say. I mean .... never mind me. I have her number. Perhaps I can
schedule more than just a dental cleaning, if you catch my drift. Can
Demi give you a goodbye kiss?"
"Of course, Mistress Beauragard, I find Demi..well ... very, very
attractive."
"That just means you have a pulse dear. Everyone lusts for Demi. That's
why I paid top dollar for Demi, sie's a trophy sissy that's for sure."
Demi couldn't be more red.
"Tell them how much I paid for you Demi? Don't be shy."
"Mistress paid eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars for me."
"And worth every fucking penny. Now kiss."
Demi approaches Hildagard and stands on hir tippy toes to kiss the very
statuesque sissy in front of hir."
"No, no, not on the lips, I meant for Demi to kiss you down there." She
points at nurse Hildigard's crotch.
Demi falls to hir knees. Sie pulls down Hildegard's panties and pulls
out the nurse's chastised cock, with a huge smile on hir face, sie plants
a kiss right on the tip. Hildegard shutters. A line of sissy cream
dribbles from Demi's lips to the chastity cage.
It's a really hot scene. I feel a certain stirring down below.
'Careful,' I think to myself. I need to think of something that unsexy,
kills any unsightly stiffies from this sissy-gurl, who is under intense
scrutiny right now. I picture Hildy's cock going into a womyn's vagina.
There's a turn off. That does the trick. I feel limp, flaccid and petit
down there.
And in an instant, Demi hikes Hildagard's panties back up and stuffs her
impressive and obviously straining member back into the lacy confines of
said panties, my collar (and the leash are attached) and we are off and
back in the courtyard. Only a few minutes have passed. She stops. "One
more hoop for you to jump through missy. Stand up."
...........
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