A sissy called Jezebel Part XVI
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Part V - The inspection of Jezebel by Mistress Beauregard continues at
the Head Mistress's office of the Templeton Academy: where young womyn
become dominatrixes and sissies are crushed into submission. Does our
little Jezzie make the grade, or will the milking ceremony be called off?
(Author's Note on pronouns: in this alternate reality, the Matriarchy's
goal is to convert all males into sissies, essentially a third gender.
Pronouns evolved to reflect this new gender, he became sie, him became
hir, son/daughter became spawn, and so forth. The writer apologizes
profusely for readers who are annoyed by this. As you read it, hopefully
the reader will 'get use to it.' In this universe, there is absolutely
no way the Matriarchy would ever 'elevate' a mere sissy to the exalted
status of a womyn by referring to a mere slave as a 'her' and a sissy,
locked in hir restrictive chastity, being spanked/corrected on a daily
basis, wearing the most frilly lingerie, and the prettiest dresses; is
clearly no longer a man. Still unhappy? Bring it up with Matriarchy,
but unless you have an XX chromosome, your wishes will be ignored. ;>)
......)
I stand and my leash is unlocked.
"Crois?e."
I stand in the classic ballet pose with my legs crossed.
"Battement gliss?."
I kick my leg just a few centimeters.
"Petit battement."
I swish my leg back forth at the knee only.
"Battement lent."
I slowly raise my leg, inch by inch, until I have performed a full split,
with my foot way above my head. The wind, by the way, has picked up, and
I am freezing.
"Ok grand jete', grand jete', and then a grand ?cart en l'air."
I circle the courtyard making the ballet leaps as she commands.
"And r?v?rence."
I finish with a stylized curtsey.
"You are a grand leaper, my little fairy princess. Ok back to the
office."
I am led back into the headmistress's office. I am absolutely shivering.
Nearly naked ballet is not an autumnal sport.
"We're back. So glad to have bumped into Delores Selden. What a dear."
Mistress Beauregard sits down in her chair and points to her lap. "Have
a seat my pretty little danseur. I have one last thing I need to check
on."
I mince over to her chair and gently sit in her lap. She plays with my
exposed tities, pinching the nipples and stoking them. She cups my
breasts and then returns to her gentle minstratuations. She then leans in
and kisses me on the lips. She is a great kisser. I lose myself in her
gentle, but firm lips. She continues to fondle me. She stops and pushes
me off. "I did want to check you out and make sure you are up to snuff,
the pretty ones can be a cold fish. But not you honey. But also I
wanted to see if that," she points at my crotch, specifically my sissy
clit which is now erect and pointing upwards, is properly functioning."
I am mortified. An erection in front of my mother, the headmistress, and
the matriarch/scion of the richest rival family in the state, if not the
country. I just want to die. I start to cry and try to stammer an
apology.
Mistress Beauregard cuts me off, "I do not expect a teenager to have the
self control of a more mature sissy, like these gurls." She points at
the other slaves. "Who probably can't get it up at this point. I mean a
young gurl like you, your mother keeps you in flux, a female hormone
level where you get your secondary female features, but not to the point
where you can't perform, hopefully. It's always tricky. I just needed to
know that the equipment works while it's floating in a fairly deep sea of
estrogen. A failed milking ceremony is.... well .... just a shitty night."
I am truly mortified. I start to feel nauseated and the room begins to
spin, I reach out, trying to grab hold of something, as I begin to sway.
Thank Goddess my mother interjects.
"Beatrice, I am sorry to interrupt, but I think my little spawn is about
to vomit and ruin the Headmistress's lovely carpets, having a stffie is,
not surprisingly, completely forbidden in my household, and would
normally have dire consequences. Sie's only unlocked for hygienic
purposes and we numb it first."
"Fetch some ice water Pinky, we'll take care of that vile and disgusting
abomination, don't you worry dear," says Headmistress Saxon.
I enthusiastically nod.
Pinky, the gurl with the pink landing strip, sticks my sissy clit in a
glass of freezing water."
"You want to be caged don't you gurl?" asks Mistress Beauregard.
I nod. "It's just the way things should be, I mean...for me, I didn't
mean any disrespect to the headmistress."
"None taken dear. These sissies were all caged before I whipped them
into shape, and that was after I was only done after my final decisions
regarding breeding them."
My mother says, "Bee, you can take it as a complement, Jezebel's sissy
clit has a good taste."
"You saying that I still got it Joanna?"
"One hundred percent," says my mother succinctly.
"Okay girls, let's cut to the chase, Beatrice you are formally proposing
to the milking ceremony of little miss nauseous over there? And Joanna,
you are agreeing to said ceremony?"
They both say yes.
"Then Beatrice you now own this sissy's cream, so you brought a chastity,
I presume?
"Of course."
"Well take what is yours."
Mistress Beauregard reaches into her Coach designer bag and hands Demi a
chastity device, that I have only heard about. It's leather straps all
woven in a mesh pattern. Demi pulls my now shrunken clitty out of the
ice bath and first gently removes my mother's sissy clit plug. Sie takes
that one and puts it in my hair, and clips it with braid. Sie then,
carefully, inserts a new plug from the Beauregard's down my urethra.
Demi then slides the chastity over my clitty. Sie adds a chain mail mesh
cover to my sissy ovaries and then, sie pulls on the laces at the end.
The entire chastity compresses and squeezes my clitty from all sides.
"It's based on a Chinese finger trap, specifically a one ended
'girlfriend catcher. So don't struggle dear, it only gets tighter,
understand?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Demi you are being far too lenient, give me the laces."
Mistress Beauregard gives them a tug. My eyes cross and I try not to
yell.
"How's that comfy?"
I force a smile and nod.
"Just comfy, so it should be tighter, then?"
"Beatrice, stop toying with hir, sie won't even be able to pee, besides
get any blood circulation," admonishes the headmistress.
"Spoilsport." She loosens the laces, allowing it to expand, just a
little.
"The device is all carbon fiber surrounded by that leather, so you can't
cut it off even with with bolt cutters." She locks the laces in place.
"I will hold on to the two keys that keep the chastity secure, the key to
the cap of the clitty plug, which is locked in place by the chasity, goes
to the Headmistress, so you can pee throughout the day. But any sissy
creaming, a big no no, I own it. So there you are, all lock locked up,
safe and secure, my dear. Better?"
"Yes Mistress, I mean it feels very, very constrictive, but I.... I mean
some sissies dream of being unlocked, I guess, but especially after the
revolting incident that just happened, I....I find it very reassuring. I
just want it where it truly belongs, locked away and surrounded by
beautiful lace, ruffles, and ribbons."
I start crying, tears of relief.
The headmistress says, "just let it out, dear."
I really start to sob, "I just feel so ashamed, so vile, so perverted."
I look up at the ceiling and force myself to calm down. I think to
myself, 'my sissy clitty is safely locked up. The Mistresses wanted you
to get, gosh I can't even think it; an 'erection.' You're not in
trouble. Get over it.'
I put my hands on my hips and smile. Demi hands me a handkerchief. I
dab my tears.
"Now bend over and spread your ass cheeks wide. We know that's not a
problem for a little trollop like you."
Demi carefully extracts my sissy hole plug. Demi shows me a new plug, on
the base is the Beauregard family crest. The new plug is shoved in. I
grunt, just a little. Suddenly, I really squeal. The plug has opened up
like a flower, inside of me and I can feel it's released 'petals'
pressing against my external sphincter and my rectum. I hear the click
of a lock and another key is handed to the headmistress. "No one's
filling that hole until the ceremony. Of course, you will need access
for supervised cleansing and bathroom breaks. Pegging leads to sissy
orgasims, so that's also a big no no, you little tramp."
'Gosh, admit to one gangbang and you get typecast as some sort of slut or
something,' I think only to myself.
"One last step, dear. Hold still, this is a little old fashioned, the
lock really can't be picked, but tradition is tradition." Mistress
Beauregard hands Demi a candle and a butane mini-torch. Demi melts the
wax on top of the two locks. Mistress Beauregard takes her ornate ring
and presses it into the wax, leaving a clear impression of her house
signet on the seal.
"To paraphrase a certain song 'Signed, sealed, delivered, your mine."
I look down at my 'tamper proofed' chastity. I can't imagine a proper
sissy trying to remove a chastity, but of course I'm just being naive.
Also the major matriarchal clans are always pulling all sorts of crazy
schemes on each other.
"So if the seal gets broken by you, what is going to happen?" asks the
Headmistress.
"I .... I wouldn't in a million, billion years, but hypothetically, if I
did, I am beyond doomed and I would deserve it, whatever the punishment
would be, it should be harsh. Like Spanish Inquisition type stuff. "
"Sie won't. Jezie wouldn't dare, I've raised her better, but sie doesn't
even have the inclination. When we chastised hir at eleven, sie accepted
it pretty well. A few whippings and sie stopped complaining and even
tugging at it. Sie's never tried an escape attempt and screamed for help
whenever hir siblings were messing around with it with tools or lock
picks. At this point, I am sure sie feels unnatural to not be caged,
it's just part of hir now, like any obedient sissy," says my mother
matter of factly.
"What if someone else tries to break the seal?"
"I cry for help and try to escape."
"No, you stupid gurl, you fight back with deadly force!", screams the
headmistress as she pounds the desk.
I look at her in shock. Sissies don't fight.
My mother and Mistress Beauregard both guffaw, loudly.
"No I am just yanking your chain, just scamper away and find a
responsible adult, like a good gurl."
"Jezebel has your stomach settled down some?" asks Mistress Beauregard.
"Yes, mistress."
"Good because I brought you something special, something a little slut
like you may really enjoy."
Mistress Beauregard takes a long thermos out of her bag and hands it to
me.
"Bottoms up dear."
I unscrew, the top, and hold the rim to my lips and pour. It's sticky
and salty, oh my goddess this is cum. I keep on swallowing. It's really
quite thick.
"Look at the cum whore. It's from a bull. We need to get your
testosterone levels up. So I've got two more thermos for your lunch and
dinner, and also another one of raw oysters, get that zinc level up."
I finish the thermos.
"In the old days we would have taken you to the source, if you know what
I mean," states Mistress Beauregard.
I lick the sperm from my lips. I think to myself, 'this better not grow
any chest hair.'
"Here I will trade you the empty thermos for what's in the box." I hand
my thermos to Demi and she hands me a shoebox. "You may open them.
You'll be wearing those tonight. Let's make sure they fit and you can
break them in a little bit."
I pull out two patent black leather ballet boots, identical to Demi's.
"Thank you Mistress, you are very generous."
I sit down and pull off my heels. "Let Demi strap you in. They have to
be tight or you won't balance right. And you'll be cursing me soon
enough, they are going to hurt like hell."
Demi slips them on my foot and laces me up. The fit is good, Mistress,"
says Demi.
I slowly stand up and start to teeter over, Demi grabs me and helps me
balance. "Lean back on the heel, put your weight there. Otherwise, you
won't last five minutes," coaches Demi.
"I think our meeting has been successfully concluded. So it is sort of
like a wedding ceremony for sperm. How does it feel to be promised to
another family?" asks the Headmistress.
"I feel flattered and special. I kind of feel like part of something
bigger than myself , and I also feel vulnerable. I mean I always feel
that, but even more so."
"You look a little emotional Joanah? How do you feel about things?"
"Oh Sandy, my sissy's first milking ceremony is one of those life events,
Sandy you and Bee, we grew up together and Bee I..."
Mistress Beauregard interjects, "Joanna, I don't know what you are going
to say, but truly I owe you the apology. I was so immature. We need to
talk. Really talk."
Is my mother crying? She broke her wrist after a bad fall a few months
ago. We all heard the crack. Not a tear. My mother has always been a
tough cookie.
"I ...I also acted foolishly, Bee. Let's talk soon."
Headmistress Saxon says, "I'm calling it girls, peace out."
Mistress Beauregard kisses Headmistress Saxon on the cheek, turns
towards me as I curtsey, and pinches me on the butt.
"See you tonight." She exits with Demi, sashaying right behind her
Mistress.
After the door shuts, Headmistress Saxon and my mother look at each other
in the eye, and start to smile.
"The Pikeville Lady Warriors!"
"My daughter is on the team!"
They both start to laugh hysterically.
After they calm down, they look at me. "Did you know she was on the
team? She's pretty chubby, that one. Dani, I think?"
"No clue. I wasn't, ahem, properly introduced. (I tilt my head like an
airhead) I thought that divulgence was going to blow up, well
everything," I answer.
"It might have, but the look on her face, it would have been worth it,"
guffaws my mother.
"We'll pick you up after the game, Jezzie, bye Sandy, you're the best."
My mother leaves the video conference.
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