A sissy called Jezebel Part XXIV
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A sissy called Jezebel Part XIV - The Headmistress of Templeton Academy:
where young womyn become dominatrixes and sissies are crushed into
submission, reveals even more mind blowing secrets of hir own family
history to Jezebel.
With that we enter the medical office. Headmistress Saxon says, "The
Doctor will be here in a few minutes. So just to fill you in, many of our
students were confused about what really happened. The womyn students of
both the McCarthur clan and the Beauregard clan met and talked about it.
Quite frankly I am really proud that they didn't start blaming each
other, but worked through the problem. The womyn students decided that it
was unlikely that you would try to sabotage the milking or try to cut your
chastity, these are students that have known you for years, some have
grown up with you and they just didn't see it. Your reputation of being a
'good gurl' who's just a bit quirky, but very loyal to your family and
friends stayed with you. Then some students from shop class showed up and
said they had seen Wendy stealing something that looked like a tool, and
at that point most of the student body were pretty sure that your accusers
were lying. The students from shop class were prepared to testify on your
behalf. We might have leaked a few details, here and there, when we
talked to the shop class students. Just to prime the pump, regarding the
school's expectations. But the display you just saw, the students did
that on their own."
I just look at Headmistress Saxon and nod. I am truly overwhelmed.
The Doctor arrives. X-rays are taken (with all the broken ankles from
high heels, buying an X-Ray machine just made sense.). The Doctor examines
my eye, tongue and my rib cage. The Headmistress has my Aunt Eden on the
video of her phone. Aunt Eden is actually my Great Aunt, but she was by
far the youngest of her siblings and only is a few years older than my
mother. She lives nearby and since mother is probably busy at the
Beauregard's with Abigail, she called on Auntie Eden to supervise my check
up. Mrs. McCarthur, your nibling has no major trauma from the assault.
Sie doesn't have any broken bones or concussions. Hir rib is bruised and
the swelling around the eye will heal overtime. I have a referral for hir
to see a specialist, just in case, but I can't find any damage to the
retina or the eyeball, which is fortunate because it was a heck of a blow.
I have some anti-inflammatory pills for hir, just take one every twelve
hours."
"Yes Doctor. I am so happy and relieved that Jezebel wasn't badly injured
and will recover. As a sissy, sie is used to being the victim of some
rough house, and of course sie is subjected to strict daily discipline and
constant humiliation, but this of course was, well, it was simply dreadful
assault. Those girls trying to breach another clan's chastity, the day of
a milking ceremony, well it's simply appalling. Thank you Doctor and
Madam Headmistress for protecting my dear little nibling." Aunt Eden
starts crying.
I adore my Aunt Eden, but she is just as tough a 'cookie' and strict
disciplinarian as my mother, and she is crying !? I am getting used to
this emotional response to the ceremony, but Aunt Eden doesn't cry, ever,
at least not that I ever observed.
After more thank you's, getting some rest, and advice about eye
protection, the doctor departs. All of sudden I feel exhausted, like the
wind up spring is all unwound. I must look visibly tired, because the
headmistress says, "there is a sissy nap coming up, you could change into
a nighty and get some rest."
I respond by stifling a yawn. "Yes Headmistress." Sissy nap time is
awesome. In the afternoon we get to put on pretty negligee and get into a
giant cuddle pile and nap, or grope (or be groped by) someone special (or
the horny gurl that just happens to be next to you.)."But first, we have
decided this is a notable occasion. She grabs my hand and takes me To the
central atrium where the Amazon statue resides. There are many teachers
who are waiting for us. I am allowed to pose from the center, hands on my
hips, and turning my torso towards the camera and I am told to give the
camera a big sissy smile. "Say 'innocent'," says the photographer.
Multiple sets are done with me doing several fashion poses and all of us
doing a couple of goofy poses just for fun. "This is going into the
yearbook and so forth, but also blown up and into the main hallway, for a
while. I want those idiots to see it, when I decide that they may
return," says the Headmistress with a devilish grin. Several of the other
teachers nod in agreement. Mistress Beninger exclaims, "I am just so
happy about the ceremony being saved, I just want to....I don't know
....cheer." Spontaneously the teachers all say "hip hip hooray." Unsure
what to do, I just applaud enthusiastically. The Headmistress once again
grabs my wrist and walks off with me in tow.
"For some reason, I am fated to taking you from place today. Thank
goodness I don't have a school to run." She looks at me and winks.
"Actually, I kind of enjoy the crazy days." She takes me into the sissy
changing room with its vast, vast collection of frocks, gowns and uniforms
for every possible circumstance a sissy might find hirself in. "Okay, out
of the innocence dress."
I reach around, but it is a futile attempt. I can't reach the buttons.
"Uhm, this could take a while, headmistress."
She smiles at my predicament. "Well, if I must. She reaches around me
and undoes the buttons. Even with it loosened, she still has to pull it
off of me, which was a fairly ridiculous struggle. As we basically
wrestle it off, I ask, "Did the sissies in the 1920's just not eat, that
dress was built for a bean pole."
As the Headmistress finally pulls the dress past my head, she replies,
"You ask that question like I was around back then."
Now free of the dress, I repond carefully, "I...was asking that question
rhetorically, please don't beat me."
The headmistress just laughs. I think the dress wanted to stay on you,
because a little minx like you needs all the innocence you can get."
"Makes sense. Next time this happens just staple it on."
"Deal."
The headmistress and I share a moment. "I probably shouldn't have you go
to nap time buck naked. I did want to pick your outfit that helps keep
your chastity free from sneaky hands during nap time." She looks through
the racks of lingerie and finds a cute romper in periwinkle. The short is
covered in ruffles, and the lacy top barely covers the front of my chest.
I pull it on and since it is a one piece outfit, it's certainly hard to
get at my chastity without putting your whole arm down my front.
"I also need to tell you that you have a slight uniform malfunction. "
I look at her puzzled.
"Your school uniform was shredded right after your assault. One of Gina's
friends walked right into your dress making class and found your uniform
which you had left hanging by your work area and she cut it in front of
the class with shears, because you were going to be kicked out of the
school, so you wouldn't need it."
I gasp. Oh Goddess,I feel like I am going to cry again. I start crying.
I look at the Headmistress and I apologize, "I am so sorry, I shouldn't.
Be crying over my uniform. I mean I've got a ton of spares back home, of
course, but ....I feel soooo...Uhm .......?"
"Violated?"
"Yes, I just want to be pretty, pretty for my owners and I want to make
people happy. Serve them and do things for them. This school makes me a
better sissy, and I don't want that taken away from me." I really start
blubbering.
"Kneel."
I drop to my knees.
"Open your mouth."
I open wide and she puts her three fingers in my mouth. I immediately
begin to suck on them and rock my head back and forth. It's a technique
that almost all mothers use to calm their 'hysterical' sissies. I find it
very comforting, being penetrated and being submissive. I look into her
eyes while sucking as I have been trained to do so. She is smiling. Her
approval makes me feel much better. She strokes my hair for a minute and
says that 'I am good sissy and a good little gurl." After a few minutes
she pulls her fingers out of my mouth with a pop from the suction. "Feel
better, dear?"
"Yes, Headmistress. I am a silly sissy."
I hold up my hand.
"Yes dear."
"Could you spank me. I really deserve correction for being a stupid
distraction. I am just such a burden today, I feel very, very guilty."
"No spankings dear, although I would absolutely love to spank you in front
of Pinky, Impi, and Lulu, as they count off each blow, they would
certainly enjoy it immensely, but Doctor's orders, no physical correction
because of your eye, unless it's an emergency."
I think fuck doctor's orders. Spank me. Spank me now. "I understand
headmistress."
"Once your swelling goes down, I will swell that tight pert ass. That I
guarantee."
I simply nod enthusiastically and put my hands together to beg her. I
fear and also crave physical discipline. The ritual of my daily spankings
are just part of my life. I am always turned on when I lay across a
dominants lap, exposing my panties or my bare ass to my mother, mistress
(or master.) If I make a mistake, I really want to be spanked for it.
"As to being a distraction. Yes, I have rescheduled my budget meeting
three times today, but ahem, without your family's donations and the
Beauregard's as well, it would be a pretty grim budget meeting. All those
frocks that you Gurls get to cavort in, are not cheap, you know. So you
know what? Fuck that stupid meeting."
She pulls me up and hugs me. I hug her back. "I am not sending you home.
My school is a safe place and no one is going to screw around with this
milking ceremony, again."
She is really hugging me hard.
"You feel humiliated? I'll let you in on a secret, that's how I feel
right now."
I look up at her, she isn't crying, (she probably had her tear ducts
sealed up years ago), but she is visibly upset.
"Okay enough with this pity party. You are going to nap and I will figure
out your uniform dilemma without bothering your Mother. Who, by the way,
is at a session with a therapist for your sister, she texted me an update.
So your sister is getting help."
"And my mother didn't throttle her, which my mother was definitely
considering," I joke.
"She hasn't throttled her yet."
"Well, thank the Goddess we only have to get through the day."
"Oh honey, you are so, so naive."
'Huh,' I think to myself.
"Just today? Sweetie, after the Beauregard's ceremony, your mother is
going to have the clans lined up, and out the proverbial door for many,
many months trying to get their grubby paws on your sissy cream. You are
going to have many, many milking ceremonies in your future."
I am sure my eye (since the other one is swollen shut and under an eye
patch) has gotten as big as a headlight.
"An exchange of sissy cream involving such powerful and influential
families, has a ripple effect throughout the Matriarchy. Take Hepzibah
for example, your sissy cream donor or your sissy-nanny, fountainhead or
progenitor, (I don't know what term your household uses), sie's a trophy
sissy from a venerated clan like the Maxwells. You don't actually think
that the only time sie was bred was with your mother?"
I am sure my one eye has now gotten as big as a searchlight.
"You and your sissy-sters must have dozens, perhaps hundreds of half-
sissy-sters, from Hepzibah's multiple milking ceremonies. Let me ask you
a question, why was Hepzibah gelded?"
"I...well we were told sie had done something to piss my mother off."
"Hepzibah? Really? The perfect sissy? You've grown up there, ever
observed any disobedience from hir? Even a hint of it?"
"No, headmistress."
"The incident was never described, was it? Still believe in the tooth
fairy or Saint Nicky?"
I am sure my eye has gotten as big as the Griffith Telescope.
"Hepzibah was castrated for biodiversity reasons and to avoid accidental
in-breeding. It wasn't your mother's decision, she might have agreed with
it, she probably did not agree, but it was absolutely a decree from the
Matriarchy. Things got a little out of control with your fountainhead's
sissy cream, let's say there was a lot of 'borrowing' of supply, on the
side."
I just stammer.
"All of us womyn can't build the so-called perfect sissy from the same DNA
or we end up with a generation of sissies with three eyes and five arms."
I nod because I cannot speak.
"Look dear, your future owner, could castrate you on a whim, because it's
a Tuesday or because you scuff your heels. . Your whole body is their
property. So could your mother. She may have to pull that trigger for
Syntyche, because of the circumstances of hir birth. You know that, dear.
You also know that many of my fellow womyn absolutely love attending
castration parties. The more painful and humiliating the better.
(Franseca and Abigail loved to show me the videos of dozens of sissies
lined up in front of chopping blocks, one after the other having their
privates removed. Or even games, where a sissy's genitalia is the target
for axes or knives.). Lots of womyn love the 'ken doll' look and are
turned on by it sexually. What you might not know is that sissy-pause is
a real thing. Lot's of sissies get to a certain mature age, and ask or
even plead to be gelded, so they can concentrate on just having female
hormones in their system."
I hold up my hand. "So if mother agrees to lots of milking ceremonies,
the Matriarchy is going to...uhm..."
"The word is geld, dear."
She reaches to my crotch and squeezes my sissy ovaries. "Say it with me,
geld."
"Geld, me?"
"Is that so difficult dear? It's just a procedure that happens every day
to sissies for a million different reasons. Yes that could possibly
happen, but it won't. But just so you don't freak out and start counting
the number of the many, many milking ceremonies you will eventually have,
the Matriarchy has a much better control on the black market sissy cream
that was such a huge problem in Hepzibah's breeding days. It has been
years since a gelding order has been considered necessary by the
Matriarchy, for that issue. The growth in the number of sissies reduces
the biodiversity issue in general and the security protocols for sissy
cream that the clans are now required to maintain, are quite rigorous.
The Maxwells, when they were breeding Hepzibah, they were and still are a
legitimate, first tier family, but always a few rungs down from your
family, or the Beauregards or say the Wainwrights,. When a family from
the top of the pecking order wants to breed your sissy, it is hard to say
'no.' In retrospect, things got a little crazy with your sissy-nanny.
Your mother will be very circumspect with exactly who gets your sissy-
cream, that's for sure."
'What next is she going to tell me? Aliens live among us? I never really
thought about it, but of course Hepzibah being a Maxwell must have
attended numerous milking ceremonies. But an order from the Matriarchy,
that is just, just earth shattering.'
"Mind blown? Dear."
"Like a nuclear weapon, headmistress."
"Your life is going to change dear, so get ready for a bit of a roller
coaster. Well as much as I enjoy our little chats, it is time for us to
move on."
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