A sissy called Jezebel Part XVI
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A sissy called Jezebel Part VI - Jezebel's inspection has been completed
at the Head Mistress's office of the Templeton Academy: where young womyn
become dominatrixes and sissies are crushed into submission. Jezebel is
taken by the Head Mistress into the secretive dungeon/reform school below
the fair walls of Templeton. All sorts of secrets and surprises are
revealed.
Headmistress Saxon looks at me. "What class did you just miss?"
"Deportment, Headmistress." Forty five minutes of us walking while
balancing books on our heads, curtsying, and us otherwise mincing around.
"And next one?"
"Baking, then knitting, Headmistress."
"Well, you are going to miss 'Tarts for Tarts' for sure, we'll see about
the next one. What are you knitting? A fucking sweater?"
"A crochet skirt, Headmistress, in a checkered pattern, pink and black."
"How fucking adorable, actually I'm just being bitchy for no real reason,
it does actually sound cute. Model it for me when you finish.
"Yes Headmistress. It would be my pleasure."
"You get to be my special little assistant. Try to walk across the room
first. Pinky, you and Lulu, stand on each side and steady hir. I can't
have a broken ankle to deal with today."
The two beautiful sissies flank me as I take my first steps. I wobble,
but I stay up with some help.
"Go practice for a minute. I'll be back."
I curtsy and return to my walking practice.
The two sissies look at each other and stop me. Pinky pushes every so
slightly and I topple towards Lulu. Lulu stops me and pushes me back
towards Pinky.
Pinky says, "Jezzie wobbles, but sie don't fall down." They both giggle
at my predicament.
The intercom buzzes. Headmistress Saxon voice carries over, "Play nice
Gurls. They are burning with jealousy over you Jezebel, they want to be
the star of a milking ceremony for a family like the Beauregards or like
yours, for that matter. Impi take hir back to the powder room and fix
hir face."
"Yes headmistress."
"Lean back Jezebel, put all that weight on the heel, and then walk heel,
toe, heel, toe." Says the third sissy, Impi, in heavily accented English,
who's name I now know, and has the biggest rack of the three, which is
saying a lot.
I walk somewhat more steadily towards the powder room.
I whisper to hir, "Where are you from, I love your name?"
"I am from Finland and I am still learning your language."
Impi works on my face, expertly. I could get used to this.
I return to the office, and tell the gurls, "You are all so beautiful, I
can't even imagine for a second any of you could be jealous of me, in the
least."
"Don't give them swelled heads, there's nothing worse than a sissy who
thinks sie's all that," says the Headmistress who has returned to the
front door of the office. "Oh and Jezie, the second we walk out of this
room, which is right now, by the way, those three are going to unsheathe
their claws and tear you and your perceived flaws to shreds."
The headmistress holds out a leash and attaches it to my collar, and
leads me down the hallway. She takes me to an elevator, we enter it and
we head down, to the basement.
"Welcome to the infamous dungeon, look around kiddo, you don't want,
ever, to be sent here."
I shutter. "Yes, Headmistress."
"It's actually our 'reform school' for special needs sissies. Some you
know, a few recent expulsions. A few you've never met."
We walk past several cells, where sissies are locked up behind bars.
Some are restrained, others are free to roam around their tiny cells.
They look miserable. Several are crying.
I recognize a few gurls from various classes that had been discipline
problems. We go around a corner, and I see a classroom with sissies
working on needlepoint, they are locked to their desks by a very short
chain that leads to the tip of what look like chastity devices built from
metal pipes. Very heavy looking and clearly very uncomfortable. I can
tell there is a dildo going into their respective sissy holes, the empty
desks all have one sticking up. They are dressed in identical, ultra
sissy dresses in pale pink. One sissy is bent over a stool and being
whipped by a harsh looking instructress. That's something that could
easily happen in one of our classrooms, but it looks like most of the
girls have whip marks all over the place.
"Comment? Your eyes are as big as saucers."
"I had heard rumors about 'special classrooms', but you know I thought it
was just school talk. It's similar to one of our classes, but much
more... ahmmm .. secure."
"Your classes are much more lenient. If one schoolgurl makes a mistake
down here, the whole class gets the whip. You probably know Zoja over
there."
Zoja is crying, her butt is covered in lashes.
"Zoja tried to runaway, more than once."
'Zoja was a major bitch with a big mouth,' I think to myself. 'So this
is where sie ended up.'
"And Calliope was in the class ahead of you. Sie stole, lots of things,
for drugs. Didn't you?"
Calliope, who is looking apprehensive, because sie hasn't been whipped
yet. Sie nods very emphatically in agreement to the statement about hir
prior misdeeds.
Calliope is part of a group of sissies that I grew up with and she had
been a major presence in our particular 'gaggle of gurls.' Then sie just
fell apart. Began acting strangely. Sie got into physical fights with
other sissies. The drugs part makes sense.
Calliope is unlocked and then pulled off hir chair by a school assistant
that makes Tonya look puny. Calliope is thrown onto the stool and
whipped savagely.
"Come along Jezzie, the tour's not over."
I follow along.
"You look puzzled dear, explain."
"I....I can't say it without inferring an intent on your behalf and I am
not supp.."
"Infer away. Speak freely. You know, just don't call me a bitch or
something."
I hold my hand to my mouth and gasp.
"I'm just making a joke dear, now get to the point please."
"I think the most you have said to me in all my years here, is 'welcome
to the academy', 'don't be late to class', and the time you slapped me
around for dropping the baton at the regional finals, ahem, during that
storm."
"You're not over that? That was barely a love slap and damn it, that
lightning was foreseeable. So your point is......?"
"All this attention. I mean I can guess why I am not in class."
"Ok Missy Marple do tell."
"This." I point to my chastity device with the Beauregard family crest
on it. "The school's going to blow up the second they see it, and..."
"And Gina's going to tattle to your sister and..."
"She's going to freak, big time. So you are giving my mother time to
break it to her softly, or, you know, sedate her with Rhino Tranqs."
"That's correct, Nanc-gurl Drew."
"So why don't you just lock me in a closet, or make me clean your
bathroom with a Q-tip. Don't get me wrong, this is totally cool. I mean
unbelievably scary, but it's fascinating. But do you think I'm about to
rob a bank or something? Are you scaring me 'straight.' as they say?"
"Hmmmmmm. No I think you are the type of Gurl that doesn't even try
another gurl's lipstick without checking twice. So your impending life
as Bonnie Parker...before your time dear, think Bonnie and Clyde, well
isn't really a concern to me."
"Well, I mean thank the goddess. I was starting to think the last cell
was for me."
"Come along dear. Stop worrying your pretty little head about anything
but being pretty. Make yourself useful and grab that bag over there"
The Headmistress tugs on my leash and I follow along. Right into a
dungeon! There's several sissies chained to the wall or other medievil
looking torture devices. One gurl is strapped to a bench and is getting
pegged, hard, by a dildo attatched to a fucking machine. Sie is sobbing,
through a gag. I am sure sie is very sore.
Another gurl is strapped nearby. It's Astrid. Sie is almost naked
except for a few strips of lingerie that are the tattered remains of a
savage whipping. Sie is covered in lash marks. Sie looks at
Headmistress Saxon and starts shaking, tears rolling down hir cheeks.
Sie is completely terrified.
"Say hello to Astrid, Jezie."
"Hello, Astrid," I say very shyly.
Headmistress Saxon removes Astrid's gag. "Don't be impolite Astrid, say
'hello' back."
Astrid very meekly says, "Hello" to me.
"Do you know what is in the bag that Jezebel is holding?"
Astrid nods vigorously.
"So do you want what's in the bag or do you want to be fucked by me?"
'Please fuck me Headmistress, I want so badly to be fucked. I am
your...'
"Enough! I'm not buying it. Not even a little. The bag it is."
Astrid begins to cry and repeat "No!" Headmistress Saxon reaches into
the bag and shows me and Astrid that it contains salt. She rubs the salt
all over hir body. Within seconds, Astrid is screaming. Headmistress
Saxon rubs on even more salt and then reinserts the gag.
"Next time, I need you to truly want to be fucked. No faking it."
She walks over to the other gurl getting fucked by the machine and flips
it off.
"I am capable of mercy. Even kindness. But it must be earned. Sasha,
it has much higher settings. Do you understand? "
Sasha nods. She unlocks the prone sissy and pushes her to the floor.
"Crawl to your cell, bitch. Lie down on your cot and think about your
crimes. I'll be back."
Sasha drags hirself along the floor and exits the room.
"Put the salt down so Astrid can see it."
She grabs my leash and we exit the room. We get about half way down the
hallway when I get a major foot cramp. I start to drop to the floor.
"Headmistress, I am so sorry. Sissy down. I can't walk at the moment
and I don't want to drag myself and wreck these shoes, they're not mine.
I mean, well, I guess I don't really own anything, but they're definitely
loaners."
"To be honest, you lasted longer than I expected. Just sit here for a
moment. See if it subsides. I've got to talk to my staff for a moment,
and it actually has to be private. So I was going to make you wait
outside."
I sit. My foot is throbbing and now the other one is beginning to cramp
as well. I listen to the occasional screams of sissies along with
pleading and cries.
After some time, Headmistress Saxon returns. "Progress my pretty?"
"Regression, headmistress. Both feet are cramping. I'd like nothing
better than to stand up, but it's not happening."
Pinky arrives. "Ahhhh Pinky take off hir shoes and massage hir feet.
Really go to town on them. Sie's a savage brute with a foot massage.
You are going to be in so much pain."
Pinky unlaced my boots and pulls them off. I begin to cry out in pain as
they slide off. Sie grabs one foot and begins to manipulate it. I am in
agony in seconds. I cry, but Pinky is relentless. Headmistress Saxon
looks at me with a smile. She is clearly enjoying my suffering. Pinky
moves on my other foot with the same results.
"Oh Pinky, you are a bitch. Take off, I need to make some gurl talk with
Jezzie."
"Try to stand up. I'll hold you up." I stand up very slowly. My feet
have loosened, but they are tender.
"Just stand for a moment. Do you know why I brought you here?"
"I think well it has something to do with my mother, but nope, pretty
darn fuzzy on the reasons."
"How much money does your mother and your family have?"
'Huh?' I think to myself.
"Mother's very well off. We live in a big house, nice pool, several
cars, and overseas travel from time to time. It's all very luxurious and
I feel lucky that we can have nice things, my wardrobe is pretty darn
huge."
'Well who's richer your family or the Beauregards?"
"The Beauregards, by a lot, like light years."
"Are you so sure?" says Headmistress Saxon with a knowing look.
I look at the headmistress completely flummoxed. "I thought I was, but I
guess... that I may be totally wrong? I mean mother flies first class or
business class, but still commercial; the Beauregards fly around in a
fleet of private airplanes. Our house is quite grand, but compared to the
Beauregard's estate, or I should say estates (plural), it's just a
bungalow or a shack."
"Appearances are deceiving. Your mother seriously downsized to the house
you've grown up in. It's the house she chose for herself, before she
came into her legacy. Joanna can speak for herself, but she never really
liked growing up in such a giant home, being served by a harem of slave
Gurls. I mean, I could get used to it." The Headmistress gives me a
hairflip and a wink. "But Joanna had a rough childhood and few happy
memories from it. She has now inherited the full estate, that was once
held in various trusts; she now owns mansions all over the world. She's
probably the largest landowner in Singapore, Tokyo and Seoul. I could go
on. The point is, your sissy cream, is well, potentially worth billions
of dollars. So your mother is trying to expand your education. She's
going to marry you off to a major family and depending on that family,
you may have a significantly different lifestyle, then the trajectory of
just scrubbing toilets. So, she asked me to take you under my wing a
little bit, and your mother, well she's been really great to me, during
some tough times, so that's an easy request for me to fulfill. I mean
don't have any fantasies that for a second I'd refrain from whipping you
silly, if you misbehave in the slightest."
"Got it. No fantasies on that point, crystal clear, Headmistress. I
guess, I'm just taking it in. If I may ask, what do you mean by a
'different' lifestyle?"
"It's a big, wide world kiddo. It's hard to say, so I won't."
"I..."
"I don't think your mother is going to sell you off to be the cabin fuck
toy/housekeeper for a bevy of hot bearded French Canadian lumberjacks, in
the Great White North, so don't get your slutty hopes up," she says with
a wink.
I snap my fingers and pantomime an 'awwshucks.'
"But she may send you off to a household where sissies may have different
or expanded rolls than what you have seen around you. So you are going to
be a loyal obedient sissy with perhaps a few extra skill sets. But don't
worry, you are fated to be wearing frilly underwear and getting mounted
by your spouse for the rest of your ridiculous sissy life."
"I am still a little baffled, but you know what I'll just learn to live
with the perplexities of life right now."
"Good gurl. A good gurl knows when to shut up and accept hir fate. I
also had ulterior motives as well. I brought you down here, so Astrid
could see you. You see, I'm going to break down Astrid completely,
that's a given, but I'm not shooting for a robot, or a pile of goo. I
need to break hir down, but I need to rebuild hir into a functioning
sissy. So you are kind of a 'life raft', an object that she could swim
towards. Sie needs to see that goal. So you're a prop. I mean a useful
prop."
Headmistress Saxon has been giving me 'the look' for sometime, now. I'd
have to be completely oblivious, of which I am often accused of, to not
notice it. I decide to take the plunge. "You can use me many different
ways. I am quite flexible in that regard. So headmistress when you said
'personal assistant', how personal did you mean?"
"You little trollop. Do you think that you are 'all that?' I'll teach
you a lesson. She pulls me into an empty office, and pulls me on her
lap.
She begins to spank me.
"You stuck up." Slap.
"Presumptuous little tart." Slap.
"You naughty." Slap.
"Naughty little gurl." Slap.
Two things are happening. These are hard blows, but she's not really
angry, I can tell, and also I can feel something underneath her very
tight pants, something that is just whispered about, by sissies late at
night, when no adult is listening in. She pushes me off. I stand up.
She stands up. She is breathing very hard. I look into her eyes. All I
see looking back at me is carnal lust and desire. She moves in and
begins kissing me, hard. I, of course, kiss back. She pulls me back
onto lap, as she sits down. I continue to kiss, and I grind my butt into
her lap. Yep, there's definitely a certain something down there.
"Goddess I want to fuck you, I could unlock you, I have the keys, but no
way. The milking ceremony is a sacred trust. But after the Beauregards
wring every last drop of sissy cream from your loins, I'm will fuck you
so long and hard and slowly."
"Yes headmistress, fuck this miserable, wanton hussy. Fuck me with
your...hard cock."
'Do you want to see it?"
"I can already feel it.'' I shift off her lap and start stroking her
crotch. The headmistress begins to moan. She pushes me to the floor and
I kneel before her. She stands up. I undo her belt and unbutton her
pants. I slide them down. She is wearing fairly sensible cream panties,
but there is a sizable penis within the confines of her satin panties. I
pull down her panties and my face is inches from her enormous schlong. I
plant a kiss on it.
The rumors are true headmistress Saxon, did the sexual reassignment
surgery to the point that she had the doctors give her a beautiful penis.
It makes sense, if you are fully dominant top lesbian who is only
interested in fucking genetic womyn and girly little sissies, why not
ditch the dildo, and an essentially surperflourous vagina, and have a
working cock.
"You're hot for my cock?"
"Yes, Headmistress."
"Well reach here and press right here."
She takes my finger to her taint. I reach under her balls, and feel a
button. I push it and Headmistress Saxon's cock becomes erect. It's an
inflator. I smile as her cock stretches to its full, impressive length.
"Beg for my cock, sissy."
"Oh I am so hot for your big Dick. I want to deep throat it all the way
down. Fuck my mouth, fuck my face, fuck my lips."
'Now take the 'head' of your new Mistress."
I lick the cock all over. Then I suck each of her testicles into my
mouth and pull on them playfully . I return to licking her massive tool.
I know that my split tongue drives most of my lovers wild. I hear the
gratifying moans of my headmistress's pleasure. I part my lips and such
on the massive tool, I have to ease into it so I don't gag. I start my
piston action. I want to take her all the way to the hilt, but I am
going to have to work my way up to it. Headmistress Saxon grans the back
of my head and stands up slowly. She begins to pump her cock and 'fuck
my face.' I match her rhythm, so I take her in deeper and deeper.
Headmistress Saxon starts swearing like a salty sailor. I love it. I am
so turned on by verbal abuse. I take her in all down my throat and stop
at her base. I look up at her to let her know that she's penatrated me
completely and I am completely and totally her submissive. That's all it
took. Headmistress Saxon begins to shake and tremble, and scream,
followed by all sorts of filthy vindictives against me. She is thrusting
into me, even though I'm lips to pubes with her, trying to get even
further into my willing throat. She finally finishes the ride through
her orgasims. She pulls out of my mouth, her cock still rock hard. I
kiss the tip upon its exit from my lips. She holds my face into her
crotch, as she lets the air out of her inflatable cock.
I let out a little disappointment whine. She continues to caress my
head.
I fall to my hands and knees to begin the thank her for the honor of her
fucking this miserable sissy. She puts a finger to my lips.
She sits back down. "I can see the gratitude in your eyes. Shut up and
suck my toes. I like a little post-Coital foot play."
I grab her closest foot and stick my tongue between her toes and lick
them. Headmistress Saxon immediately begins to moan. I insert her big
toe into my mouth and I begin to felicitate. Her moaning becomes
intense.
"Here's a little trick. She reaches to her crotch and hits the hidden
button. Her beautiful cock inflates and erect. I can get hard at will
and stay hard for hours. Just think about me fucking your boi-pussy for
an entire night. You giving me pleasure from your sissy hole for all
that time. Would like that?"
I nod furiously while still sucking her toes. I clasp my hands together
in a begging motion. She starts to stroke her dick. I return to
pleasuring her toes and feet. I switch to her other foot and that does
the trick, headmistress Saxon starts masterbating furiously and comes
again. Her glorious screams fill the room again. I am so happy any of
my actions facilitated bringing herself to another climax. It is her
sexual satisfaction that is important. She deflates again. She withdraws
her toes from my mouth.
"I know you are trained to thank me, but I've got to get you back to
class and I've got meetings and paperwork to get to, so stay on your
knees, shut up and listen."
I kneel, rest my hands on my hips and look up at her rapt attention.
"Believe it or not. As a rule, I tend not to screw my students. You
happen to be the somewhat rare, sexy exception to that rule.
So do you think you can tell classmates, sissy or otherwise about our
'special lesson' today? And by special lesson, I mean fucking your face
with my cock."
"Absolutely not Headmistress."
"That is correct. How about the staff?"
"No Headmistress."
"Also correct unless I disclose something. How about your family?"
"No Headmistress."
"Even your Mother. If she asks you directly?"
"I ...I look down at the floor. I can't disobey my mother, I mean not
even for you.....and I mean this with great respect and fear that...."
"That is also correct. I would not ask you to deceive your mistress, and
you don't have to worry your pretty little head on that one...when I left
you alone to 'talk to my staff', I was talking to you mother about, well
to be blunt, that I wanted to fuck you silly. She of course thinks
that's a great idea. We agreed, to keep you all locked up and avoid any
'accidents' on your part. So your mother knows, also she knows about
this."
She points to her cock.
"But that's not something you get to tell anyone else about, unless I
tell you it's Okay. Getting a cock is a personal decision for any womyn
and it is controversial, but I had to do what was right for me. You can
see the advantages."
"Absolutely, see and feel, Headmistress."
"Good Gurl. Now let's get back to my office and get you back to class."
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