A sissy called Jezebel Part XIII
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A sissy called Jezebel Part XII - Star football player Tonya asks Jezebel
to the big dance, a very happy occasion is marred by disturbing events
right afterwards. Will anyone at Templeton Academy: where young womyn
become dominatrixes and sissies are crushed into submission, believe the
word of a mere sissy?
I head off to my next class, Dressmaking, still humming to Rodgers and
Hammerstein. I enter the classroom, wave at my friends, and get
immediately swarmed by a gaggle of sissies hugging me and asking me all
sorts of questions regarding the details of the milking ceremony, of
which I have no idea what is actually going to happen, except that I've
been invited, well basically, commanded to attend.
Mistress Arsenijevi? scolds the class, "sissies! More sewing, less
yakking, this is not a social hour." You don't have to tell me twice. I
head over and see my latest masterpiece.
'There's my pretty.' My dress for the big dance next week. Okay, I went
nuts. I went over the top, and you know what? Go big or go home. I love
fashion and I love dressmaking. This dress is a ballroom gown in seafoam
and yes the ruffled spiral pattern organza skirt is puffed out to the
point where I can barely get it through a doorway and I don't care. The
strapless bodice is beaded and definitely plunging in the front secured
with lace up straps in the back. I also made matching seafoam fingerless
gloves covered with sparkling lace. It's basically finished.
I run to the fabric holders and select an emerald satin, close to sea
foam but not trying to be too matchy match, which I quickly sew into a
simple stole. I find a matching emerald fan on the wall. Right next to
the warning sign, 'absolutely no snapping of fans, ever.' Ta da. Let's
try this sucker on. I scurry back to my baby. I am so excited.
"Gurls, I 'm going to unleash the kraken." The teacher assigns us to
three or four students to loosely work together on ideas, give feedback,
and sew. My 'pod', Posey, Ruby and Vy, are a talented group. I think
Mistress Arsenijevi? puts the more talented sissies together, to see what
we can create on our own so she can really concentrate her time on the
students who really need her help. I take the dress off its form and then
hang it up. I strip off my uniform and then search around for petticoats,
I find six, that it will get me the puff I need. Ruby and Vy are either
side of the dress and I climb through the voluminous skirts, the Gurls
pull down so I slide through the bodice. Posey laces me in from behind,
tightly. The fit is good. I put on the gloves, wrap the stole around my
shoulders and gently deploy my fan. Most of the class and the teacher
have stopped working and looking at my dress. There's applause and
'ohhsss and ahhhhhssss.' Mistress Arsenijevi? makes a circling motion and
I twirl. She nods approvingly. "Class this is what I have been talking
about. Stubborn Jezebel here had a vision and incorporated criticism from
others to tame her wildest ideas and come up with, and yes I will say it,
this gorgeous dress. Just good luck getting in or out of cars or
squeezing into a bathroom stall."
I thank my teacher for the compliment.
"The beading work, here and here is really exquisite, and the skirt is
ridiculous for 99% of womyn, but for a sissy, it is 'over the top', but
that's okay. Now I am glad that Jezzie is wearing hir latest creation,
because someone wants to 'claim her property."
On cue Tonya walks in with a couple of my friends. She has a big smile on
her face. I give her a grand curtsey and hold it. She gives me a wave and
I stand at attention, back straight, hands at hips, fingers pointed out,
head bowed.
"I am going to make you my bitch," says Tonya grinning from ear to ear.
That's sort of the dating concept of going steady, the official term is
being a womyn's 'exclusive sissy', or going 'exclusive' but most people
just say 'being someone's bitch.' My consent is totally unnecessary and
it just means that the other womyn should ask Tonya before they kiss me
or grab my tities. It does mean I have a date for the dance, which is
cool. Since only about half the womyn at our school have any interest in
dating sissies, romantically, in other words they want to date other
lesbians, most of us sissies end up going stag to dances. Well not 'stag'
because sissies never get to be called something male, so going single to
the dance is going 'hind' for a sissy, the female deer. And we all are
going to the dance, attendance is mandatory for sissies.
I drop to my knees, carefully in this giant dress, look up and say "thank
you for this honor, Mistress." Tonya drops her pants and pulls down her
very 'plain jane' sensible panties. (I just don't get womyn who wear such
plain underwear, it doesn't have to be over the top girly, but seriously
tan, with no lace or a ribbon?) Despite my reaction to her drawers, I
also know that I am in for big time humiliation, she is going to 'blood
me' so she can mark her territory, the really old fashioned way. She
reaches into her panties and pulls out a used tampon from her vagina. It
is red and bloody. She holds it above my head. I open my mouth and she
drops it in, but then snatches it back. I leap up a little bit. "Well
aren't you an eager little slut. Are you hungry for my flow." She dangles
it just above my lips. After toying with me a few more false drops, she
plops it in my mouth.
"Suck it clean, my little bitch."
It tastes metallic and yucky, but I am used to it. Lots of womyn are not
going to let a small thing like their menstrual cycle get in their way of
getting pleasured by a sissy. When your horny, your horny. I have had my
tongue right in the source of the flow. Usually with the womyn demanding
she can take a picture of my 'bloody goatee' afterwards. My sisters were
making me 'clean' their tampons for weeks before they got caught by our
mother, who banned it for hygienic reasons.
She then takes a maxi pad and straps it around my mouth. "No leaks,
baby." Finally, she takes her finger and inserts it between her legs and
then paints a bloody slash across my forehead. Most students when they go
'exclusive' with a sissy, just take a lipstick and make a 'symbolic'
slash on the gurl's forehead.
Tonya takes out a ring, that is supposed to go around my chastity cage so
I can 'wear' her ring. I stand up and lift up my skirt and my numerous
and voluminous petticoats. There are so many that Vy and Posey help lift
them. My wax seal on my cage is going to be a problem. She is supposed to
push it through the chastity cage so it's wrapped around the base.
Mistress Arsenijevi? tells Tonya to attach her ring to my cage's ring on
the tip, so I can wear it that way without disturbing the seal. I can't
see a thing. She could be attaching a dumbbell down there and I wouldn't
have a clue. She finishes. The crowd applauses, and I drop my skirts.
I drop to my knees and 'kiss' her boot, but not for real because I have a
bloody maxi pad over my lips. There's a photographer for the student
newspaper, who gets us arranged for the look who's exclusive now, photo
spread. Tonya gets behind me and crosses her arms over my chest in a very
possessive pose. I get her to take her plaid shirt off, so she's in her
muscle T-shirt and she can deploy her guns for the shot. That's hot. Her
bicep is the size of my face. Well almost. The whole time she is
whispering into my ear that she wants to complete the 'blooding', by
fucking me in my boi-pussy with a dildo dipped with her menstruial blood,
and fucking me for hours, taking me to the edge and then slowing down,
until I am begging for release. Sounds great to me. In my mind, 'I am
like, bring it baby.' I crave being dominated by my lover.
After a few more pictures, Mistress Arsenijevi? shooes Tonya and her
friends out the door. She's not losing the whole class time to this
ceremony. After Tonya has left, she signals me to come up to the front of
her desk. "I admire Tonya's dedication to tradition, but that's not
staying on. Here's a pass, go to the bathroom and get rid of that stuff
dear. Also wash that off your forehead and use your lipstick for the
marking.. I mean it's all just a bit much. By the way class, way back in
olden times, the womyn would use her nail and scratch in her mark and
then add her blood to it, so the mark couldn't be wiped off. Okay,off you
go dear.'
I exit in my giant frock and head to the sissy bathroom. I spit out the
tampon and flush it down with the maxi pad. I wipe off the mark and I am
about to replace it with lipstick. I turn around and Gina and her goons
are standing in the doorway. They are grinning, my heart goes cold. If
looks could kill. Gina rushes me. I dodge her and try to dodge Wendy but
it's hopeless in this dress. Wendy flattens me with a 'clothesline' arm
tackle across my chest. I fall to the floor but I try roll towards the
door. Heather kicks me hard in the stomach. All the girls grab me and
drag me out of the sissy bathroom and into the womyn's bathroom which has
doors and privacy. They drag me to a toilet. They force my head into the
toilet and start flushing while screaming at me. I can't breath. After
seconds, minutes I don't know, they pull me out and hold me on the floor.
I scream and one of them punches me in the jaw hard. I bite my tongue,the
world spins. Wendy holds her hand over my mouth to keep me from
screaming. Both Gina and Heather are underneath my skirts, they are
grabbing at my chastity cage. I can feel that they have some sort of
tool, like pliers, they are trying to pull the cage apart. "I can't cut
through it Heather." I kick with both my legs and catch whatever was in
Gina's hand as it slides across the floor. Shit it's a bolt cutter. I
also kicked Gina in the head. She's blind with rage. She punches me in
the face and catches me in the eye. I roll with the blow and twist out of
Wendy's grip, I scream "Help!", and dive for the door. They tackle me,
but I push the door open and scream again "Help!" They drag me back.
Mistress Kidd opens the door with all three students are on top of me and
punching me. Mistress Kidd pulls them off of me.
Gina says, "It was trying to cut off her chastity with those bolt cutters
over there. We stopped hir."
"That's why the sissy was screaming for help? So many sissies are taking
shop, where they can steal tools?"
I look up, I am sobbing, hysterically. My dress is a mess. I can feel
blood dripping from my mouth.
"I swear, sie was trying to cut off hir chastity, we walked in and sie
tried to slash us with hir weapon. Sie's crazy."
Mistress Braun has also entered the room with a few other teachers.
"Jezebel what happened?"
I open my mouth and a bunch of blood pours out.
"Okay, never mind. Janet please take Jezebel to the nurse. She needs
medical attention. You three go to the headmistress and make your formal
statement there."
The three womyn walk out staring daggers at me. As soon as they are out
of earshot, Mistress Braun says under her breath 'bullshit."
Mistress Kidd helps me out of the bathroom and holds me while I very
slowly walk to the nurse's office. I can barely breathe, I am so upset.
Nurse Hildagard looks at me as I walk in and gasps. 'What happened?"
Mistress Kidd says "well Jezebel is accused of tampering with hir
chastity and then attacking three womyn with a weapon."
"What?"
"It sounds, well, ridiculous, after I said it."
'You poor gurl. Lean over the sink and spit." I spit out a bunch of
blood. "I bith myy tonnngueee," I can barely talk.
Nurse Hildegard gives me some mouthwash and I washout my mouth. She
examines my tongue and then dabs on a liquid bandage. She puts a q-tip
against my split lip and staunchest the blood from that wound as well.
She gets an ice bag and puts it on my black eye that is swollen shut. Sie
gives me some chipped ice for me to suck on in my mouth.
Mistress Braun walks in and tsks when she sees me. I must look terrible.
"Wot habbined tooo my chastitee?" I ask.
They pull my dress off of me and all of my petticoats. "It's intact, but
the seal is ripped off."
I start crying again. "Oh Goddessssssss, the mil-king is reww-inned. The
Beauregaaaads arreeee going to killml me. My mother isssss going to killm
meeee."
I feel the room spinning. Mistress Braun grabs my face, gently and says
"Jezebel, calm yourself. Tell us what happened."
I stare. What do I say? A sissy is always at fault. I can't contradict
three womyn, can I?
The headmistress has walked in. "That won't be necessary, don't make hir
confront those idiots. I know exactly what happened, as does your mother
and Mrs. Beauregard."
'Huh?'
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