A sissy called Jezebel Part XVII
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A sissy called Jezebel Part VII - Jezebel has finished hir tour with the
Head Mistress into the secretive dungeon/reform school below the fair
walls of the Templeton Academy: where young womyn become dominatrixes and
sissies are crushed into submission. But is the Head Mistress entirely
done with Jezebel? Additionally, what ever does one learn in a 'sissy
life skills' class?
I require the gurls in my harem to crawl on the floor at home and in
private at the office. So get on your hands and knees and stay at my
side."
She attaches the leash to my collar and she leads me out of the side
office and towards the elevator.
"Goddess, your ass looks so.... so enticing, so fuckable right now,
it's the forbidden fruit syndrome. Do you want me to fuck your sissy
hole, make you scream, whimper and moan?"
"Yes Headmistress. I would love it."
We enter her office. Her slaves fall to the floor and prostrate
themselves groveling before their owner.
"Get up Jezzie."
I stand.
"I really must get back to work. What do you idiots think I should do?"
Pinky says, "fuck hir hard. Dominate that sissy."
Lulu says, "Bbeat hir. Whip hir until sie's screaming."
Impi adds, "Make hir give you a rim job, clean out your anus."
"All great ideas Gurls. I've come twice already. What do you think?
Third time's the charm?"
"Headmistress, you deserve a third orgasm. You work very hard and you
are entitled to your pleasure," says Pinky.
"Spread your legs a little bit Jezie, we are going to do a little trick
that good Catholic girls have been doing for centuries so they can keep
their lover happy and still be chaste and pure for marriage. Also women
of the evening could keep working on their heavy flow days. Impi spread
a bunch of lube in between hir upper thighs and around hir taint."
Impi slathers a glob of lube all around my thighs and my crotch.
"Let's do all three shall we. Jezebel, lie over the back of that chair.
Keep your thighs tight. You three idiots line up behind me. Once I
begin to fuck this grisette, two of you spread my cheeks, and the third
dives in. You will rotate as I instruct and the best licker of you gets
a reward, the other two; something more harsh. But first this quean
needs to learn a lesson. I ... my word gurl, you've got more stripes on
you then a zebra. How many times were you corrected today? And why?"
"Let me see.
"Our gardener Julio. Because, well, he accused me of somethings,
actually really terrible things."
"Did you do them?"
"No, Headmistress."
"Moving on....
My 'sweetsister' Abigail, because I exist.
Mistress Kidd because I was tardy to class.
Most of the school instructresses because I was the unicorn pinata.
And then you, because I ... well. ... I came onto you, because you are
so sexy and..."
"And....???"
"I'll admit it, you're a star fuck."
"You are goading me, you fucking tease you. You want me to discipline
you. You want to be punished."
"Do it. I deserve it. I am a stuck up, princess, who thinks sie knows
better." I can tell that the headmistress is really turned on. She
pulls off my bra, grabs my arms, tying my wrists with the straps of the
bra. She then pushes my bound arms up and towards my head. I start
screaming from the pain.
"Does it hurt my little sissy?"
"Yes, headmistress," I barely whimper out through the pain.
"Do you feel helpless, defenseless, and weak?" She pushes again.
"Yessssss Headmistress."
She pulls down her pants and her panties. I hear the pump inflate her
penis.
"Beg me to fuck you."
"Oh Goddess, please fuck this miserable wretch. I want it so badly!"
She inserts her cock in between my thighs. I force them tightly
together, trying to give her the tightest possible hole for her to fuck.
I can sense that one of her slaves with the help of the other two, has
hir face deep into the ass cheeks of headmistress Saxon and is dutifully
licking her anus. Headmistress Saxon yells out commands such as
'deeper' and 'harder' and 'faster.' She continues to push up my arms
causing me to scream in pain, which is further turning her on. Her
breathing is becoming more ragged and clipped. "Let's scream together,
my 'personal assistant."
She pushes on my bound arms and I begin to scream, just as she climaxes,
in her own throaty yell. "What a lovely duet, my little songbird."
She steps away, dropping her hold on my bound arms. I fall onto the
chair trying to catch my breath.
"Okay all of you get lost. I'm late for my meeting. Get Jezzie fixed up
and off to class and all three of you fix your faces. "
And without another word, Headmistress Saxon walks out the door, after,
of course, pulling up her pants.
I am a little shocked, but then again what did I expect....fireworks, a
parade, the Headmistress proposing marriage? The Gurls pull me off the
chair and take me to the dressing room. My legs are cleaned of lube and
I am redressed in my trainee outfit. My hair and face are cleaned up,
and then with little ceremony, I am escorted to a side door and launched
into a hallway almost empty with students who are rushing into classes.
I have lost track of all time and my schedule.
I am not wearing my school uniform or for that matter, panties. I don't
have my purse which would have my pink LCSP (Little Crappy Sissy Phone)
which would tell me what time it is. I walk towards some female students
to beg them to tell me what time is it, because the hallway clock says
8:05, but it's been broken since I probably have been here. (Is there
some rule that school clocks must break after five minutes and stay
broken for a decade?). The bell goes off and the students vanish through
doors. 'Dang it!'
I am now alone in the hallway. "Where are you supposed to be and why can
I see your tits and your bare ass you street walking harlot?"
I immediately curtsy, and keep my head bowed and my hands at my hips
pointed out and address Mistress Braun. "This stupid sissy has lost
track of time and doesn't know which class sie is already late for and I
am dressed inappropriately. I should be punished, immediately. I am
very sorry."
"You are dressed in clothing that is clearly not authorized by our dress
code, did you steal it?"
I gasp loudly, and hold my hand up to my face. (Two mistakes in a row
there, dummy). "Mistress I would never ever steal. I was told to wear
this outfit during my visit with the headmistress. I just
got...uhmmm...separated from my school clothes and my purse and....."
"Oh shut up, I was just messing with you." She snaps her fingers, and a
school maid turns the corner. Sie is holding my purse, my school bag,
and what looks like my school uniform. "Enter my side office." She
points to the sissy bathroom, which do not have doors, since sissies do
not have the privilege of privacy.
Once inside she says perfunctorily, "strip."
I remove my sparse clothing. I consider reaching towards my clothing, I
look at them, but I wait. The order was to strip. I simply stand at
attention, head bowed and my hands flared at my hips.
"Let me see that chastity, you lucky gurl, you." Mistress Braun's tone
has changed to almost a gushing, confidant. "Look at the seal, so
official. Your sissy clit is looking all tiny and petite in there. Oh so
tempting, like forbidden fruit. So, how do you feel about all this?"
'Mistress Braun is asking me! How I feel? About anything?'
"I feel, well I know, I should say honored, and I do feel honored, but
honestly, overwhelmed."
"That's to be expected. I mean to be selected for a milking ceremony is
always a big first for a young sissy, but to be selected by such a
prestigious family like the Beauregards. I mean that really is
something!"
I raise my hand up in order to request permission to ask a question of my
superior.
"Yes little one?"
"My mother hasn't implied to me that this is a really big deal, I mean
I've been taught why milking ceremonies are important, but this is
getting the 'Chuck marrying Di' kind of vibe. Is it
'thhhhhaaaaaaattttttttt' important or just you know important?"
"It's pretty darn important. Your family is also very prestigious and
this bringing of the two out of three most important clans on the West
Coast together, yeah it's a big deal. Plus the Beauregards throw such
elaborate parties, this milking ceremony is going to be over the top."
"Any idea why I am a last minute replacement? Why did the original
milking ceremony, what's the right term, 'donor', drop out?
"Actually you are usually referred to as a 'vessel' or also as a
'tribute.'
"Well why did that vessel fall through?"
"Knowing the Beauregard's, and don't repeat this, it's probably because
someone flunked a credit check. Also, since there are a lot of bad
feelings between your clans, and a lot of pride, making a last minute
offer, it's kind of like ripping off a band aid really fast, just do it
before the 'sting' can build up."
"What if I ..... I...well I am really worried.."
"Are the words you are 'not trying to say' are 'screw it up?"
I put my finger on the nose.
"The ceremony is going to be elaborate, perverted and humiliating for
you. At some point you are going to climax into some kind of bowl, cup,
or something. Don't spurt too early. Or too late. That's about it. Of
course it will be in front of hundreds of people, so you know, no
pressure."
"No pressure," I say through a tight smile.
"Oh you'll probably be as high as a kite, most tributes are stoned on all
sorts of sexual stimulants and such."
"Did you say hundreds?"
"Yes, now turn the frown upside down, Missy. Put on your uniform and
skip to class, it's sissy life skills and it has already started."
I am laced into my corset by the school maid. I put on my outfit, except
I am told no ribbon or sissy sleeve for my chastity cage. "The seal must
never be obscured, so all are on notice that your sissy cream is
absolutely the property of the recipient household."
Mistress Braun takes one more lingering look at my chastised sissy clit,
and smiles. "So adorable." I guess Mistress Braun is a 'clitty
chickee." Mistresses that are 'into sissies', in other words sexually
attracted to us, (which is most, but certainly not all of our mistresses)
like different attributes. Most are really into a sissy's lips and
tongue. The majority are 'tongue girls', since that is what is going to
give our dominants their most intense pleasure. Others like our tits, or
our asses. Heck some are into earlobes, feet, belly buttons, and all the
other fetishes and kinks that are out there. But, many are attracted to
a really tiny sissy clitty. The smaller the better. I presume that most
of the sissies I see in the fashion magazines are photo-shopped, since
they are smaller than most genetic females actual clitorises. Of course
in my household, my sissy clitoris is considered to be a disgraceful
feature that needs to be hidden. My mother finds a sissy clit or worse
yet, a real man's penis, to be revolting. I am always surprised to find
so many womyn that are so turned on by seeing my sissy clit all caged up
and on display. I of course have taken some pride that my clit has
always been considered 'itsy bitsy' as they say. Although some of my
peers truly are blessed with truly atomic sized clits, lucky bitches.
Mistress Braun pinches my cheeks (the ones on my face, not my other
'lower' pair) and says "sooooooo cute." 'What the hey', I think to
myself. 'Mistress Braun has a permanent scowl at almost all times. Does
a milking ceremony turn everyone into a blubbering mess?
She gives me an excuse note. I courtesy and leave before Mistress Braun
adopts me or something. I skip as ordered to my classroom.
I enter the classroom, like nothing is out of the ordinary. Dang it they
are showing the 'Douching Delores Song' and I have missed most of it.
'Douching Delores' is a sissy classic sing along. This unintentionally
campy black and white film from goddess knows when, is supposed to
instruct us sissies on the 'joys' of douching and other proper hygiene in
our boi-pussies/sissy holes. Delores' songs are so ridiculous that it
has entertained sissies, ironically for decades. We all sing along, with
our own additions to the lyrics about Delores being ready to be pounded
into the mattress and so forth. Due to its cult classic status, our
sarcastic lyrics are permitted if not encouraged by our teachers. It
ends with Delores's 'mother' saying that her darling sissy is now clean
on the inside as well as the outside in an over the top Broadway style.
We all yell "dirty slut!" There are a million things wrong with the
short film, including the fact that Delores and hir mother look nothing
alike and Delores has to be older by almost a decade, than hir so called
'mommy.' What a delightful train wreck.
After the film is over, Mistress Broz looks at my excuse note and then
points at an empty desk. I sit at my assigned desk, legs crossed like a
proper, demure school gurl. I feel like most of the class is glancing at
me, but really at my crotch, to see the special chastity cage. I
absolutely make sure that my legs spoil the show, for now, bitches.
Class please settle down, this next next film is much more serious. As
soon as the opening credits run, most of us realize another one of us
sissies has gone rogue and/or psycho and has tried to cut hir clit or hir
sissy ovaries off, or at least got caught talking about it. I mean in
one sense it is kind of understandable. In my household especially,
where my sissy clit is constantly a source of derision and teasing, why
not just, you know get rid of it. Same thing goes for the sissy ovaries,
pumping unwanted testosterone into our systems. The ideal for us is to
be completely feminized, meek and submissive. Why not just get rid of
the baggage?
The film shows us why this is a big 'no no." We've all seen this film
multiple times, but most of our sissy training is based on repetition.
Fifth year damsels go through the same deportment classes, perfecting
their curtseys and the fourteen sissy positions (humble, Nadu, inspection
and so forth) that a kindergurl begins to learn at age six. Practice
makes us perfect!
The film opens with three teenage sissies skipping through a neighborhood
to a friend's house. They are greeted by a mother, doing her best June
Cleaver imitation with a concerned look on her somewhat frozen face.
"Becky can't play with you today gurls, sie's in the hospital." She goes
on to explain that Becky attempted self-harm and severely cut hir own
clitoris. Sie nearly bled to death, and is still very ill. All three
sissies gasp and two start to cry. "There, there gurls I am sure Becky
will recover and the doctors were able to save hir clitoris and it should
heal, eventually. But I have to ask did either of you Gurls know
anything about this? You have to be honest. The first two say, very
sincerely that they didn't know,but the third, looks down and starts to
cry.
"Samantha, do you know something? It is very important that you don't
hold anything back. Now tell me."
"I...I well we. We...agreed that we were going to get rid of our...I
hate them. I hate them so much ...Madam Jones ....I want to be a girl, a
real girl. It's just that Becky could get hir chastity device off, and I
can't. I tried. I tried so hard. And I couldn't cut around it. Please
forgive me."
Samantha falls to hir hands and knees and begs forgiveness.
Madam Jones says "Samantha thank you for telling us the truth." The
camera pans to show a doctor standing from behind the door. "This is
Doctor Curtis, she is going to help you Samantha. She's going to keep
you from harming yourself. Your mother is also here. Another 1950's
housewife comes to the door. Perfect hair and perfect make up.
"Samantha I'm going to drive you to the clinic. It's going to be
alright." The two exit, and the two remaining sissies hug each other and
look very distraught (or constipated, they are not the best actresses.).
Dr. Curtis addresses the two sissies. "Now Gurls please stay calm, I
want you to assume the kneeling position and listen very closely to me,
Okay?"
"Yes Doctor."
The sissies kneel and place their hands on their knees and wait
attentively.
Dr. Curtis lights up a pipe and starts talking. (OMG I had forgotten
about the pipe. I find it so hot. A doctor smoking is crazy these days,
but add that she is a womyn and smoking a pipe with a big bend and a
large alabaster bowl. OMG I could cum right now. If she blew her smoke
into the sissies with disdain, well we could just call this a porno for
me.)
"Gurls let me ask you a question. Do you own the house you live in?"
"No, our mothers own the houses we live in."
"That's right. Do you own the dresses you are wearing?"
"No. I mean they were given to us by our mother. We get to wear them,
but sissies don't own anything because we are slaves."
"That's right. You are slaves. So who owns you right now."
"Our mothers."
"Right. Who will own you become older?"
"Our goddess/wives."
"So do either of you be allowed to shave off your beautiful hair without
permission from your mother?"
"Oh no Doctor."
"Can you see where I am going with this, even though your hair would grow
back eventually, such a change is strictly forbidden because your bodies
are controlled by your Mistresses. Cutting off your genitalia obviously
can't grow back like hair, so it's very serious."
"Yes Doctor."
"Another reason you shouldn't hurt yourselves down there and that cutting
off your genitalia doesn't make you into a womyn. You still have the
inferior XY chromosomes and you are simply castrated sissies. In other
words you can never become womyn."
"Yes Doctor."
"And by mutilating yourselves that way, you become useless for breeding
purposes. One of you lucky Gurls, may be bred and raise the children of
your Mistress. You would be robbing your future Mistress of that
decision which is only her right. Never yours. I can tell both of you
want to be good obedient maid's that care for your Mistresses's family
and want to devote yourselves completely to making your future owner,
happy."
"Yes Doctor."
The film goes on to explain that it's each sissy's duty to be protective
of our genitalia because we are really being protective of the next
generation of humanity. Your female dominants may make fun of them, but
any wise womyn simply have to accept them and their vital role in
reproduction. (Each time Dr. Curtis takes a puff from her pipe, I just
think about her sitting on my back, smoking away. Oh Goddess, such a hot
scene.) she also goes over the warning signs that our gurl friends might
be struggling with accepting their genitalia. She finishes by saying
that if we are concerned that a sissy friend is considering desexing
hirself, we have an absolute duty to tell a responsible adult.
The film ends with the three sissy friends reunited and doing several
typical sissy activities together, sewing a dress and balancing books on
their heads and curtsying. In the last segment, a now healthy Becky
exits the hospital with hir mother and the three sissy friends rush to
hir and hug hir, with the mother beaming now everything is going to be
okay.
Mistress Broz flips on the lights and addresses us, "students we know
there is a clique of females in this school and other places; encouraging
you to mutilate yourselves. There's a contest where if they can get you
to self-castrate they get a point. It's sick. Don't fall victim to
these people. If you are contacted, stop talking with them and tell us
at the school. They are doing this for kicks and there is a good chance
you will bleed to death, in agony before anyone can help you. Also I
think your sissy clitties are really quite cute. So l would miss seeing
them bop around while you mince to class."
We all laugh. "Come up here Felicity."
Felicity stands up and very unsurely minces hir way to the front of the
class.
"Turn around and face the class. Oh Don't look so nervous dear. I
selected you for some show and tell."
In one fell swoop Mistress Broz 'pants' Felicity and pushes hir panties
to the floor. "Raise your skirts dear."
Felicity raises hir skirts exposing hir crotch to the class.
"As you can see Felicity has a wicked little scar there. Felicity why
don't you share your story with the class. You know it is part of your
therapy."
"I....I was very foolish. I started chatting with these people who acted
like my friends on line. At first it was just harmless flirting, but
then it became more....more direct. More focused. I wanted it to stop,
but they got inside my head. They would convince me to take photos of my
sissy clitty in my chastity and then tell me how horrible it was and how
I should just get rid of it. They started to advise me on how to cut
around my chastity and cut it, my genitalia off. In a moment of
weakness, I listened to them. My mother likes woodworking and
has....a..circular saw with super sharp carbon blades. I ..... I went to
the saw. I turned it on and just as I started cutting through. I
halted. I stopped. I still cut my clitty. Fairly deeply, and Gurls the
blood splatter went everywhere. Don't do it. You'll never survive.
Anyhow I stopped and I found my older sister and we stopped the bleeding
and I went to the emergency room. I was sewn up and I have been in
therapy ever since."
"That was very brave of you to tell the whole class....(we spontaneously
start to applaud) and your story is very important."
Felicity starts crying. In between the tears sie says "it....was a
close....call ...for me......I never.....well just don't do it."
We continue to applaud.
Felicity come here sit in my lap dear. Mistress Broz hugs Felicity
tightly. "That was very brave of you. Class tell Felicity why sie is
special."
"Felicity is very kind." "Sie's really pretty." "Sie has a beautiful
singing voice." "A great soprano." "Felicity is also a really wonderful
tap dancer."
Felicity is still crying, but now sie is smiling. "See dear, your
classmates care about you and want the best for you."
Felicity hugs Mistress Broz even harder and presses her face in her
chest.
"And one more thing, I think your sissy clit is adorable." Mistress Broz
reaches down and grasps Felicity's very petite clitty and playfully gives
a little shakes. Many, many womyn will find your itty bitty clitty to be
very attractive. Now scoot back to your desk."
Felicity scurries back after a playful swat on hir behind.
"Okay, Jezebel! Front and center, hop to it." I am facing the class and
I am also 'pantsed' by Mistress Broz and told to lift my skirt. She is
really good at this. She's like a magician. 'Now for my next trick,
I'll make this panty disappear to the floor.'
"Now class, you have been practically breaking your necks trying to look
at Jezebel's chastity. Yes it's from the Beauregard house and yes that
is the family seal on wax over it's lock. So we all know that our little
Jezebel has been selected for a milking ceremony. Now take a big look
you looky-loos. It's a free show. Let's use this time effectively,
Jezebel why don't you answer this question, 'do you ever dream, and I
mean actually nighttime/sleeptime dream about being a genetic female?
While you are answering I may paddle you on your derriere, without
warning, to you know why?"
"I'm not special Mistress."
"That's right, even though you have had this great honor bestowed upon
you, you are still a worthless sissy and no better than your peers."
This happens a lot when sissies get an award , like our cheerleader
squad. The trophy comes with a few swats. "A swelled butt means no
swelled head, right?"
"Yes Mistress."
"So each time you get a swat, yell, 'I'm not special!', really loudly.
Okay, bend over just a bit, and stick out that cute ass of yours, now
answer" the question if you will."
"Well the answer is yes. I mean I've dreamt of giving birth. I know
that is not unique, most of have."
"Class, raise your hand if you've had that kind of dream."
Most of the class raises their hand.
"It's a lovely dream. I often cry when I wake...." , the first
blow strikes, "I'm not special!....wake up. I think it's kind of
beautiful."
"Other dreams."
"Sure. I've dreamt about having a period, not a simulated one like some
of us have." Many sissies, myself included, have an implant in our
rectums, that is connected to an artery and allows a blood flow. It is
connected to a timer that matches Abigail's cycle. If womyn have to deal
with periods, so do their sissies. During my 'flow', I have a tampon
pushed in with my plug and also wear a maxi pad.
"Class whom has had a dream about a period?"
Most of the class raises a hand.
"I've also dreamt about having giant tits. Those dreams are great! Of
course we all get titties from the estrogen, so that's not necessarily a
womyn thing, but it's certainly not masculine." "I'm not
special!"
"I've also had dreams where I am a womyn, but the dreams are always
limiting. Or awkward. Something isn't right. I'm not treated like the
females, or something else causes it to go off the rails."
Now class, those kinds of dreams are normal for sissies. You can have
those feelings, and even fantasies, but you have to realize that you do
not have control over your destiny. Your owners do. You have hopefully
learned the most important lesson at this academy that you will find
happiness as a sissy in the joy you give to others through submissive
service. Your dominants are in complete control of all aspects of
reproduction. Any pregnancy that we carry in our bodies will be on our
terms. The genetic codes that are in your sissy ovaries, right now, are,
of course, not your property, and also may, just may be the important
building block of this great society we are creating; the Matriarchy.
"So now that we are done looking at Jezebel's sissy clitty and also we
have reaffirmed that sie is only a mere sissy, and not important in the
slightest, sie can pull up her drawers and return to desk."
I pull up my panties, but make absolutely sure that I give Mistress Broz
the slightest wiggle of my behind. Before I walk away, Mistress Broz
reaches around from my back and grabs my breasts with her hands. "Oh by
the way class, your sissy clitties have another wonderful use, I'd
demonstrate but this sissy's chastity is absolutely hands off, but next
time you are receiving your dildo training ask your dominant to
demonstrate how 'Oh Shit Handles' work, I am sure she would be more than
happy to show you. Oh and Jezebel before you dream too much about your
balloon tits," she emphasizes her point by groping my titties and
pinching my nipples which causes me to squeal, "many of us here at the
school think that 'more than a handful is a waste of time." She gives me
one more tweak and says, "scoot Dear," and swats my rear playfully. I
scurry back to my desk toot sweet.
"So on that note, here's another film about your role in society, that
honestly, is a little out of date."
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