A sissy called Jezebel Part XVI
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A sissy called Jezebel Part X - Templeton Academy: where young womyn
become dominatrixes and sissies are crushed into submission, has both a
lunch and a show, featuring none other than our sweet victim Jezebel. Is
there a method to this farce?
The Headmistress hands me a green lace catsuit, with peacock feathers
that attach to my butt plug and a crotchless opening for my chastity,
surrounded in feathers as well. It's an attention grabbing outfit that
concentrates said attention right at my chastity. "Hold on." She
reaches down and flips a small toggle, and the crotch opening lights up
in blinking lights.
"Don't you just love it?"
"Yes Headmistress," I say with the most vacant smile that I have in my
repertoire.
"How would you describe it dear?"
'Subtle comes to mind. Demure, modest, and bashful, it's hard to
describe it any other way," I say with a grimace.
She hands me five inch green rhinestone platform shoes.
"Oh it's going to be the best lunch ever, come along dear, you too Anita,
I think there's still some servings left of crow sandwich for you."
We both fall in line behind the headmistress. We walk into the lunchroom
and I see one school desk, dead center of the whole room with one of
those 'reserved' cards on it.
"Can you guess who's got the table for one?"
"Little old me, headmistress?"
"Little old you, is right." She shoves me to the isolated desk as a
hundred eyes follow me. I screw on the world's most vapid smile, and
walk, not like a runway model, but with some poise to the table and sit,
legs crossed and hands together on the table.
Lunch begins, the sissies sit at their own tables and have their bowl of
vegetable mush. The flavorless vegetables that are pulsed in blenders
and cooked for hours. The same meal everyday, since any of us came to
this academy. The dreaded mush and a thermos of sissy milk.
The female students go through their separate food line, with numerous
choices and sit at their own tables. They chat and laugh and carry on.
The sissies are permitted to talk but must do so very quietly. After the
female students finish, they leave their dishes on the tables, knowing a
sissy student will 'bus' the table for them.
I sit at my desk and wait. Should I drink my thermos of sissy milk? I
don't have a bowl of mush. Waiting seems the right call. From over at
the teacher's table the Headmistress calls out my name. "Come on over my
dear I have a treat just for you. Firstly students don't you just love
Jezebel's outfit, she's such a tease isn't sie?"
The female students all jeer and yell out cat calls, like "slut" and
"skank."
"Now let's see who is in the crowd, any Beauregard's in the room or
members of their allied families? A few hands shoot up. "Amanda, why
don't you help with preparing the 'tribute' for hir big day." Jezzie
take this thermos and beg Mistress Amanda to feed you. Now skip over
there double time."
I kind of skip, but these platform shoes are definitely not built for
athletics. I fall to my knees in front of Amanda and grovel. She
watches for a minute, and then takes the thermos. Amanda is a senior and
a popular 'girl'. She is very active in student government and very
serious about her causes. Like every female in this academy, sie is here
to learn how to dominate us sissies, and the smile she and her friends
are giving me, tell me they are going to enjoy tormenting me.
"You can feed her anyway you want, but trust me, you will NOT want to
touch it, open it carefully," guides Headmistress Saxon. She opens it,
looks at it and realizes it is filled with sperm. She exclaims, "Oh so
gross" and shows it to her friends on the table. They all react with
"eeeewwwwsssss" and "no ways."
They decide to dump some on the floor and make me lick it up. As I fall
to my hands and knees and begin to lick at the puddle of sperm, the
entire lunch room explodes into chants of ''cum whore" and "skank."
After I finish, Amanda begins to pour out more, but Headmistress Saxon
interjects, "Amanda my dear, not to micromanage and I know I said to feed
it how you wanted, but lunchtime is only so long." Amanda makes me kneel
in front of her and then puts the thermos to my lips and she tilts the
thermos up. I swallow the contents as the students chant "chug, chug,
chug!"
"Hey Amanda, save a little, give the slut a facial," says Denice.
She pulls back the thermos and says, "Okay tilt back your head and open
wide." She says "opps," as she pours the remaining contents on my
forehead and my face.
"Oh you are messy Gurl, aren't you, my little perv," taunts Amanda as the
rest of the students howl.
"Amanda give her the thermos, tribute lick clean the sides, get your
tongue down there, that's right. Okay, who else wants to feed the
tribute? Beauregards, Garcias, Pennys Oh my. Such a large family
presence here at the school, there's a Minor and a Desoto. Betty, you
look eager to help get your Aunt's prize ready for the ceremony, the
tribute will now fetch a second thermos of mystery." The students all
begin to applause.
"Oh tribute, come back with your empty, and pick up round two, hop to
it." I scamper back with the empty thermos, and mince over to Betty
Beauregard. I fall to my knees and hand it to Betty.
"Now open it Betty, can you tell what it is? Oh I should have thought
this through, any shellfish allergies at your table Betty, it's oysters.
In fact, let me double check, tribute! Stand up and face me."
I jump up spin and face the Headmistress.
"Any shellfish allergies Tribute?"
"No, Headmistress."
"Have you had them? This isn't going to end with a trip to the ER."
"Yes Headmistress, some of my sisters have had bad reactions, and my
Mother wanted to make sure I was safe, so I've had portions."
"Get into the feeding position tribute, and Betty pour all those raw
oysters into the tribute's throat."
Betty, just like Amanda is having a blast as she tilts the thermos of raw
oysters into my mouth. I like oysters. I never get food like this,
since I am always on my slimming diet, but after the salty sperm, the
briny oysters are too much. I want to gag, but I know I will pay a
terrible price. I figure out that I can just swallow them whole and it
goes down easier.
"Thank your Mistress and return with your empty and pick up your next
special 'gift', wasn't that delicious, all that zinc?"
"Since I am already running, I nod enthusiastically and almost trip."
At the table she takes the thermos and hands me a paddle. "The crowd
roars in response. Go kneel in the center of the floor, and hold that
out." I scamper to the center of the room.
"Allrighty then, who really loves to bully Jezebel? Gina, Hannah, Wendy,
you've been bullying Jezebel since sie was a Kinder-gurl. All right five
each, and we turned on the applause meter, who ever gets the loudest slap
wins a prize. "Tribute, Thank your mistress each time, and may I please
have another. On the fifth you are to yell, that you are a pathetic sissy
that drops batons. Now bend over your reserved desk."
'Talk about being thrown to the lionesses,' I think to myself. "Oh my
goddess, the baton incident from last year. I will never live that down.
Stupid storm.'
Gina, Heather and Wendy live to bully me. They get up in the morning,
kick some puppies, bite some heads off some rats or whatever they do, and
come up with a new taunt or torture. Now five whacks each. Yow.
Heather goes first. She takes several practice swings and then winds up
a huge hit. I yelp. Boy that stings. I yell, "thank you Mistress, may
I please have another."
I am hit over and over again. Of course I start crying. It hurts. They
save Gina for last. Her blows are the loudest. After she is done, I
yell, for the third time, "I am a pathetic sissy that drops batons." She
holds out the paddle for me to kiss. "Gina you have won the contest and
your prize is an invitation to the milking ceremony, if your mother
approves."
The whole room breaks out into applause. Lunch is dismissed, but I am
told to stay prone on top of the desk. The Headmistress looks at my butt
cheeks and smiles. "Gina really unloaded on you. Inspection position,
let's see what your sissy 'barometer' has to say about all this."
I stand straight up, face the headmistress hands behind my head, feet
slightly apart.
She lifts up my chastity with her ever present riding crop. "Someone is
very turned on by public humiliation? See."
I look down. My clitty is engorged.
I nod meekly. It is a hard truth, the whole 'show' was a huge turn on
for me. Even the fact that my bullies, whom I cannot stand, were part of
the torment, it just makes it so much more mortifying and therefore,
titillating.
"The clitty never lies, it's one of the reasons we leave it exposed at
this school. That and some of you gurls are so femme, it's easy to get
genders confused around here."
She grabs my hand and leads me to the kitchen, to a service station where
they serve milk and other cold beverages on ice. "Just sit here for a
minute." I gladly sit on the ice. It feels great.
She hands me a wet towel and I wipe off the bull sperm from my face.
"I'm not being nice, I just can't look at you covered in spunk anymore.
So what was more painful, the crack about the baton or the spanking?"
"The most painful part was this hideous outfit, headmistress."
"I could invite Gina back and give her a baseball bat."
"The outfit might still win."
"Touche.'"
"Anything besides the fashion critique?"
I look at the Headmistress and I think; 'you know I know, so why ask?'
"With all due respect and a great deal of trepidation headmistress, it
was a show for one person. And that person wasn't in the room or even the
school."
"Please enlighten me Jessica Fletcher"
"All roads lead back to my sister. Let my sister's flunkies get their
licks in, make them part of the ceremony and invite Gina. It's
brilliant."
"Do you think it will appease your sister?"
"Honestly......I don't know. She really, really gets jealous with me
(which is crazy) or her sisters. I wish...I wish.....never mind. "
"Finish your thought."
"That she could stop feeling like Francisca's successes were making her
look bad. Francisca was a sports legend, a total superstar here, and I
loved cheering for my big sis."
"Okay your butt cheeks are probably getting frost bitten, off you go."
The headmistress grabs my hand and pulls me along, as we head into the
hallway.
I raise my hand. The gesture a sissy makes in order to make a request or
ask a question of a superior.
"Yes."
I cross my legs and grab my crotch and whimper. The universal sissy
request of I have to use the bathroom.
"The keys are in my office." She practically drags me as she picks up the
pace.
"I miss your sister as well, specifically, her throwing arm. Arlete's
talented, but your sister, what a cannon."
We enter her office. "Strip that outfit off, perhaps it should be
burned."
I gladly strip. She finds the key and hands them to Pinky who unlocks
the tip of my sissy clitty plug so I can urinate and unlocks the plug
which allows the petals to fold, so it can be removed. I unplug and
realize there isn't a clean replacement, oh wait there is, Pinky Takes
the soiled plug and hands me a clean one. The Beauregards think of
everything. The Headmistress takes me to the bathroom and talks to me
while I sit in the stall. I try not to groan as my bladder and my bowels
unleash.
"My turn," says the Headmistress. "There's a fresh enema bag over there,
douche yourself completely."
"Yes, Headmistress."
After I drain the bag into my boi-pussy, I hop from one foot to another
for a minute as required at the school, to help slosh the liquid around
my insides.
She stands in front of the toilet and pees. Well of course she can. "Oh
I go either way," in case you are curious. It is a convenient nozzle at
times, but I usually sit like a proper lady."
'Yes Mistress." I wouldn't know about standing. I was 'strictly' potty
trained to always sit even before I was chastised. Of course, my home
chastity that 'tucks' me between my legs makes standing and peeing
impossible.
As she finishes up, she asks me, "speaking of my much missed super star
athlete, how is Francisca?"
"She's in Italy working on her advanced degree in Astronomy. She still
going to track events, but after she didn't make the Olympic javelin
team, she's much more into playing soccer with her new girlfriend,
Uhm....Honora? Ahem...there's been a few. She likes the spicy ones."
"I think the whole school noticed."
I hit that moment where I sit on the toilet or make a terrible mess. I
scurry back into the stall and release.
"You mean her two knock down drag outs she had with the free safety, Uhm
what was her name...."
"Martina."
"Right Martina. Those two hated each other after the break up. After
that second fist fight, our mother and Martina's mother took them to that
boxing gym and had them lace up gloves. They fought it out for three
rounds. It got the fight out of their system, and then they started
dating briefly. Then they broke up again. Such drama."
"You know I remember the touchdowns, but I had forgotten some of the
'sturm und drang' that followed your sister, well followed isn't right,
we'll go with created, that your sister stirred up."
I exit the stall and clutch my hands to my chest, "Oh teacher, not my
sweet sister! She would never douse kerosene all over the place in one of
her relationships and then dance around the fire, not her
evvvvveeeeerrrrr!!!" I am enjoying my 'girl talk' with the headmistress,
in fact I can't believe I put those words together. I find another enema
bag and hook it into my rear.
"Honora is really into mountain climbing, and I think Francisca is
hooked. Every picture I see of the two of them, they are standing on top
of an Alp or an Apennin. I think overall, she is having a blast."
"So Francisca, Abigail, Tabitha, (the females are always named first
around here) then you, Syntyche and ...?"
"Delilah, headmistress."
"You McCarthurs breed like bunny rabbits."
"Mother wants a big family and Hepzibah adores being a nanny, so it's a
win win. Mother probably wanted to stop at five, but Mother really
wanted to breed with Hepzibah again, and the twin thing meant six was the
new magic number."
"one more sissy from a dear friend, at my academy, it's a win for me."
"Mother's done. Delilah was a tricky pregnancy. Lot's of risk for
eclampsia and a risk of miscarrying. But mother got through it all,
because she's awesome, but she's not going to roll the dice like that
again."
I scurry back to the stall so I can release the pressure again. When I
come out, the Headmistress has left and Pinky has returned with my school
uniform. Sie also exits and I put on my uniform. Sie returns has me
sit down and sie expertly applies my make up. I thank hir and Pinky
smiles and says "headmistress's new pet," and gives me a wink. I walk
out with hir and the headmistress is behind her impressive desk, looking
at paperwork, girl talk time has clearly concluded.
"Kneel."
I fall to my knees.
"Class?"
"Dressmaking, headmistress."
"It's Friday." Oh right, my Sissy Lit class and my Dressmaking classes
flip on Fridays.
"If you hurry, you can still make it on time." I'm shown the door as
they say.
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