A sissy called Jezebel Part XVI
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A sissy called Jezebel Part IX - Jezebel is headed to more classes at
Templeton Academy: where young womyn become dominatrixes and sissies are
crushed into submission. Our fair sissy is going "to get physical ?" in
one class and "not so physical" afterwards. Jezzie learns that the
'milking ceremony effect' is not a mere myth, but an actual hardcore
reality.
"Okay girls, one last thing," announces Mistress Broz to the class, "one
of the most often violated rule, doesn't get violated with Jezzie. In
other words, no sucking on hir chastity. You smear that seal, the
Beauregards will feed you to the sharks, one piece of genitalia at a
time. I mean Jezzie is clearly going to protect the chastity, and Jezzie
if I know you, you probably have sucked off half the school, but you are
not interested in getting sucked off, too butch for you right kiddo?"
I feign surprise by clutching my non-existent pearls and fanning myself,
with "a what me? Break the rules?" expression, but then I smile and nod.
The warning is the fact that once we hit age of consent, a sissy is
expected to give a blowjob to any upperclass sissy that wants it. Of
course this is against the rules, and like most of us here, I've probably
sucked off, well way over fifty gurls. I mean they are locked up, so
you're basically sucking on a chastity cage with a sissy's little
'inchworm' trapped inside with very little skin to mouth contact, and
sometimes the 'event' is just for a few seconds, a real quickie. On the
other hand, some gurls love it. Daisy and Missy both 'fucked' my face
for like fifteen minutes under the bleachers and both came, even though
they were both locked up nice and tight. I have zero interest in getting
'sucked off.' It happens, some gurls wants to hit every sissy-clit, and
get between my legs really quickly, but I've never asked anyone to do it.
As to sucking off the gurls, I guess there's the thrill of breaking the
rules, but I want a man's cock, not a sissy's tadpole, and if the gurl
gets to enthusiastic, you can chip a tooth really easily.
The bell goes and instantly sissies next to me drop to their knees and
pantomime giving me head. Mistress Broz yells knock it off you
comedians, I have my crop, damn it!"
Actually, It is pretty funny. Mistress Broz gives me a wink and blows me
a kiss as I depart. Once again it must be the power of the 'milking'
because I do not get attention from teachers like that, I mean often.
At the hallway, I am met by Mistress Braun. I curtsey.
"Next class Dear?"
"Uhmmm...." I have to think about it, this day is soooooo upside down,
"it's sex ed, Mistress. Sorry to be such an air head, I am just a little
discombobulated."
"No sex Ed way for you. We have live demonstrations planned, and well no
accidents for you, right?"
"Yes, Mistress. So I am off to cold shower 101?"
Mistress Braun liked that joke. She giggles for a while.
"We haven't invented that class yet, Missy Smart Ass. Let's see,
aerobics. There's always a spare leotard. It's an upper-class class,
but you're in advanced aerobics, so you'll keep up. Follow me."
I enter the studio. Mistress Garcia is leading the students through some
stretches. The class looks like the 80's threw up, neon leotards with
belts, different colored spandex tights with stir-ups, head bands, leg
warmers, and scrunchy socks. We look very girly, but the 'tell' is
obvious; our chastity cages are poking out of our leotard crotches. The
instructoresses love to see them bobbing up and down to the music. I
strip, and hang up my clothes. I find a tye dye rainbow spiral print
leotard with zebra print tights, and barfo electric-lime green leg
warmers. It's truly dreadful, so perfect for the class. I have no idea
what womyn wear at aerobic classes in gyms in the 'real world', but here
at the Templeton Academy, the 80's will never die.
I begin stretching and Mistress Garcia signals to me to stretch for five
more minutes so I am really warmed up. I join in and I am soon step
kicking and step touching to the music, 'Olivia Newton John and Journey'
I believe. I really enjoy 'turning off' my feverish mind and just having
a good work out. The gurl in front of me, a damsel, Polly, has the
cutest bubble butt. It's absolutely mesmerizing, I wonder if sie knows
that I am totally scoping her out. Of course the gurl behind me could be
checking me out....or not. I follow the steps perfectly fine, there's
only one routine I didn't know, and I faked through it well enough. We
finish with crunches, sit ups and other ab exercises, gotta stay slim
Gurls.
The class ends and the snooty upper class-sissies that should be ignoring
me as an unwanted 'intruder' into the 'sacred' class; but no, I get
swarmed instead. They are hugging me and kissing me on the cheek and
telling me how they 'are so happy for me' and 'what a great honor this
is' and that 'I must be really nervous'. Also, of course, they all want
to see the sealed chastity. Multiple pictures are snapped with the
chastity and my 'new best friends' posing. This doesn't end for a while.
I think I hugged every sweaty gurl in this class. And what is up with so
many sissies bursting spontaneously into tears? I mean it's not like I
am being launched into outer space and I am going to be first sissy on
the moon. Mistress Garcia walks up to us and says "break it up gurls,
hit those showers."
Then just to me, "Next class?"
"Lunch, then Dressmaking, Mistress"
"That's probably in the clear, although you do love clothes my little
fashionista, think you can 'keep a cork in it' and get through the
class?"
"Goddess, ride one sewing machine and everyone thinks I have a kink," I
respond with a smile.
Mistress Garcia guffaws at that one as well. I still think the "milking
effect" is making everyone giddy. I seem to have free license to throw
out my patented one liners and hard asses like Mistress Garcia think it's
cute.
"No group shower for you dear. Follow me and take your stuff." I follow
Mistress Garcia through a door and now I am in a restricted hallway,
staff only. She takes me into a teacher's locker room and tells me to
strip. Throw the leotard and gear into that hamper, that's where my gym
stuff goes, the school maids can sort it out."
She throws off her clothes as well. Mistress Garcia is built like a
rock. Her abs are truly washer boards and her biceps bulge. Her body is
adorned with tattoos. Across her back is women's leather boot stamping on
a male's genitalia, quite graphically. The rest of her 'tats' are tigers
and other alpha-predators. She's an amateur ultimate fighter, and her
tattoos are designed to intimidate. "Meow,' I think to myself.
"To think most people checkout my tits, but not you, like what you see?"
She flexes.
"I think it's safe to say that I am filled with awe, admiration, and
lust, lots of lust as well."
She poses a few more times.
"I mean the tits are great too," I say with a wink and a grin.
She just giggles - what the hey, that joke was almost on edge of sass,
actually it was sass.
"I see you are responding just a tad down there."
I look down, my sissy clitty is struggling in its tight little home. My
nipples are erect as well.
"I love, love love your muscles Mistress Garcia."
"Shows over." She takes a towel, wets it and spins it into a rope and
unleashes a swat right on my upper thigh. "Take this and take a 'French
Dip", just wash yourself with the wet towel."
Mistress Garcia ducks under a real shower and lathers up. I clean up and
I approach Mistress Garcia with a fluffy dry towel. She let's me towel
her off. I rub her muscles extra hard.
She looks at me. 'I don't even like sissies, I like other muscle chicks.
It's that stupid forbidden fruit thing. I.....I volunteered to take you
to the shower because I don't dig sissies and......."
Mistress Garcia's nipples are rock hard and her clitoris, which I just
noticed is really large for a genetic female, is engorged. "Oh just go
over there and just do some sexy posing."
I think to myself, what besides muscles, which I clearly don't have, does
this jock go for? She hasn't flirted with a singles sissy (to my
knowledge) in this school. I go with the percentages and lick my lips
suggestively. She begins to masturbate pretty darn energetically. I bet
sex with this one is quite a rocket ride. I stick my tongue and give her
the forked tongue snake look. Mistress Garcia starts swearing. I lick
my lips all around. That does the trick, she explodes. She bucks like
crazy as she orgasms and that yell or moan, it's Tarzan loud. I notice
for the first time we have an audience, it's the headmistress. "Sorry to
intrude Anita, but you might have cracked the foundations, with that
racket you're making. Just a little harmless play I see, no worries, but
I believe someone said she wasn't into sissies, and the rest of the staff
were acting like, like what Anita?"
Anita is now sitting on the floor of the shower hugging her knees and
smiling an 'awwwww shucks smile.'
'I said you were acting like a bunch of school children."
'I believe you said ridiculous school children, and I further remember
that you said that the milking ceremony attraction was just a myth and
that you were, what did you say about yourself?"
"That I was immune."
The headmistress gives Mistress Garcia a million dollar smile.
"I've got only one thing to say boss lady."
"Yes Madam big talker."
"Totally worth it."
The headmistress turns around and thrusts my lunch box into my hands.
"Here is your stupid lunch, you - hair, makeup, clothing right now! I
curtsey and dash to a sink.
I had sent a school maid to fetch little 'miss forbidden fruit' over
there's lunch from hir locker.
"Then I noticed the school maid waiting outside the shower and, sie was
clearly following protocol and giving you your privacy, but that's a
luxury I can't give to you when you are moaning like a banshee. So I
peeked at the door like, like a schoolgirl," the headmistress says with a
mock drama. "But in all seriousness, Anita I know you would never go
'rogue' and betray your own family and break the seal or something, but
you know the saying, 'trust but verify.'" 'That's right the Garcia's are
related to Beauregards, they are cousins,' I think to myself.
Headmistress spins around. "Oh I have a very specific outfit for you
missy. I'm not going to allow you to fly under the radar during lunch,
not one bit."
I groan internally but try to simply smile blankly.
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