A sissy called Jezebel Part XXVIII
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A Sissy Called Jezebel Part XVII free porn video
A sissy called Jezebel Part XVII - Jezebel learns that political forces
are swirling around hir mother encouraging her to run for higher office
and Jezzie attends a sexy hot yoga class at the Templeton Academy: where
young womyn become dominatrixes and sissies are crushed into submission..
I raise my hand in order to ask the Headmistress 'what in world is going
on about mother?'
"Yes, yes, I know what you are going to ask, the cat is out of the bag,
many, many powerful factions in the Matriarchy are putting intense
pressure on your mother to run, including this one right here. Your
mother would be fantastic as the head of the Matriarchy. They need her
strong leadership and yes if sie runs, you and your family will be put
under an intense microscope. So just what you need right now, more
pressure, on top of tonight's ceremony, right?"
"I am proud to orgasm in public tonight, if it gets mom a bunch of votes."
"That's the spirit kiddo. Actually the press conference went really
well.. They'll get Gina's and the other girls' names off of social media,
but their editors will make them sit on it. Also half of those papers are
owned by the Beauregards. So the fix is kind of in."
Her phone rings. "Yes Bee, it's just Jezebel and my slaves, I'll put you
on speaker. Oh you want video? Hold on." Mistress Beauregard pops up on
the video screen. "The local cable station for the Matriarchy carried it
live. Great job Sandy and where's my little ing?nue. You just gave your
mother a huge bounce politically speaking. I should have known you would
take after your mother, state debate team champion and of course your
Nannah's the queen of poise."
"Thank you Mistress Beauregard. I don't deserve that comparison."
"I'll be the judge of that, deary. Anyhow, I'm meeting with my executive
staff and they wanted to meet you. The camera pans out to a boardroom
with numerous womyn dressed in business attire. Twirl." I spin.
"Have your gurl's take off hir dress, these ladies want to see the
chastity."
Mistress Beauregard's command was followed by several cat calls from her
staff. "Take it off baby!" "I'd hit that!" "Let's see that sweet
McCarthur ass!"
The Headmistress's slaves pull of my dress and my many petticoats.
"All of it please."
They remove my underwear. I am totally naked with the camera zooming in
on my chastity. The boardroom erupts in cheers and more cat calls.
"Jezzie turn around and grab your ankles, and spread 'em wide."
I follow her command.
"Fuck that bitch hard tonight boss, you know sie wants it badly."
"Okay ladies, that's enough objectifying for now. Let's get back to
work."
The video cuts off.
Jezebel, I have to park you somewhere without a school uniform and you
are not sashaying around in that gown for the rest of the day."
She looks at the class schedule. "Perfect, you are basically dressed for
it, I mean by not being dressed, Hot yoga class. Impi find her a C-
string."
A few minutes later I am walking our crowded hallways heading to my yoga
class while wearing a pink lacy c-string thong that barely covers my
crotch. Several of the female students pinch or slap my bare ass. Once
in the classroom, our instructoress, Mistress Sills motions me to an empty
yoga mat. "This is good that you are a last minute addition, Jezebel. We
were an odd number." I am assigned a yoga partner, an upperclass-sissy,
named Gem. Like so many of my classmates, we are related, sie's a second
cousin from the Maxwell side. Of course I've known hir forever. Sie's a
great gurl, hir long wavy (dyed of course) violet hair being a nice
counterpoint to my pink. Sie's a superstar on our Irish dance team and
our chorus line. What delicious long legs. Sie plays the oboe in the
school marching band, of which I am a member as well, since I am the
majorette. Sie gives me a wink, I blow hir a little kiss and we start our
stretching routines. The stretches are designed to make us as flexible as
possible. Most of the sissy sports, the many, many dance teams, ice
skating, gymnastics all involve flexibility. But the most important issue
is that we must receive our dildo training, in any position our dominants
desire. Our ankles better be able to touch our ears, if Mistress wants us
to take our boi-pussy from the front. We front split and touch our
crotches together, My heels only come up to hir ankles because hir
delicious legs are that much longer than mine. Sie leans forward, as I
lean back. Stretching my thighs and my back. We go back and forth
through our complex stretching routines. Thirty almost completely naked
sissies catorting our sweaty bodies in this overheated studio. We begin
our couples poses, the twin tree, the back-to-back-chair, the double
plank, and the double downward dog. We finish with the airplane. The
'plane' always has to make airplane noises. We should be silent, but hey,
we are only human.
The class concludes. We are all dripping in sweat. Gem leans in and
whispers, "crazy day, huh cousin?"
I whisper back, "I feel like a rag doll just being pulled around, cous."
Sie gives me a smooch on my forehead, and I return the kiss. I absolutely
adore Gem, sie's been a big sissy-ster to me forever. I get swarmed again
by my fellow sissies, now all talking about my press conference and my
mother.
"Gurls you are now Jezebel's special escort so you can hit the showers.
Now scoot." The sissies have robes they can put on. The pink silky
kimono style robes barely come down to their thighs, so like almost all of
our outfits at the school, insanely revealing. Someone finds an extra
robe for me and some flip flops and we are off to the sissy locker room
with me in the center, surrounded by sissies from my extended family and
the Beauregard's and their various clans. The Gurls all our singing an
inane song about tonight being the night, that the Beauregards are going
to split me and half, and I'll be moaning like a whore, and so forth.
Mistress Garcia is waiting for us at the sissy locker room. She tells the
sissies to rub me down with hot, steamy towels and to avoid my crotch.
They dry me off with giant fluffy towels. They also do my hair and makeup
as a team project. The Gurls then hit the showers for themselves and
Mistress Garcia hands me a red plaid minidress with a white Peter Pan
collar. She handed me Matching plaid panties edged in black lace with a
slit for my chastity, Pull up white crochet lace thigh high tights, and
black patent Mary Janes.
"It's back to? You get one guess."
"The Headmistress's office, mistress?"
"Bingo."
"You have a......?"
"Visitor, Mistress?"
"Give the sissy a prize!"
She attaches a leash to my collar and leads me back to the Headmistress's
office.
As soon as I enter the Headmistress's office, two half sized humans run at
me full speed. It's the twins. They hug my legs and hold tight. 'We
heard that you were in the hospital and blinded," says Tabitha in between
tears. Syntyche just says over and over, "are you Okay?" I kneel down
and hug my siblings, and say, "I am just banged up a little bit, that's
all. Kids in school always exaggerate stories. Everything is alright."
I look up and see who had brought over my siblings, and see Hepzibah and
my Aunty Eden. Hepzibah is holding several spare school uniforms and is
barely keeping hir emotions in check. Hepzibah values hir family over
anything else and loves us unconditionally. Sie is trying not to sob.
Aunty Eden, who probably drove Hepzibah over to the school (sissies do not
drive in our family) looks very verklempt as well. The twins are still
attached to my legs, but have stopped crying.
'You see I get to wear this cool eyepatch but I've been seen by a doctor,
and everything is fine."
"You still have your eye?" asks Syntyche.
"I just have to wear the eyepatch to protect it, but it's fine under
there.
'Can we see it?" exclaims Tabitha.
"Okay you two, we brought you over here so you could see that your sissy-
ster is fine, but the adults are very busy and Mrs. Highcamp is now going
to take you over to the trophy hallway so you can see your older siblings'
awards, and the adults can talk for a few minutes," says Auntie Eden.
Mistress Highcamp (who on cue has entered the office) takes the twins
hands and leads them to the hallway. I scamper to Hepzibah and hug hir.
The last wall of resistance breaks for hir, as my sweet nanny begins to
cry. My Auntie is behind me as well and joins in the group hug.
Hepzibah, in between sobs, apologizes over and over for making a scene.
"Okay, those seven year olds are only going to look at trophies for so
long, Hepzibah....Hepzibah control yourself", she slaps Hepzibah several
times on the face, to get hir attention (standard discipline when your
sissy is being 'hysterical'). "Enough of that Hepzibah," she snaps her
fingers and points to the floor. Hepzibah breaks off from me and falls to
her knees. The Headmistress puts her fingers together and pokes them into
Hepzibah's mouth, who immediately begins to felicitate. "Everything is
fine Hepzibah, but you can't get the twins all worked up. Hepzibah nods
and continues to suck on the Headmistress's fingers. The headmistress
stokes Hepzie's hair and comforts hir, by saying "who's my good little
gurl?" and "there, there Jezie is safe." Hepzie quickly calms down.
Auntie Eden who still has an arm around my shoulder says, "Hepzie has had
a rough day, sie heard about what happened to Jezzie and also that Abigail
was involved. It's tough for both Joanna and Hepzie when one loved one
uses such bad judgement and harms another loved one."
"Of course, I completely understand, and I know that the last thing Hepzie
would want is to upset the twins." Hepzibah enthusiastically nods as sie
continues to suck on the headmistress' inserted fingers. She pulls her
fingers out from Hepzibah's mouth with a resounding 'pop.' Hepzibah
thanks the Headmistress for correcting hir. "Hepzibah, you know I adore
you,". She gives Hepzibah a hug and pats hir on the ass. The twins race
back into the office. "We counted all the trophies and medals, Jezebel
has more than Francisca. 'That can't be right,' I think to myself.
Although, my big sis was the super star of several sports teams that
tended to just to do so so. Her big individual sports was the golfing
team and track and field, and she tended to only compete in pole vault and
javelin, I'm on a ton of sissy teams that go to statewide finals. Maybe I
do have more trophies than my super star sister.
I flash back to all those years I spent stretching with my big Sis in my
danskins or in my tutu and her, in her sweats, or 'racing against each
other' on our stationary bikes, or skipping rope together. The years I
spent spotting her as she trained with weights (forbidden for any sissy to
use), and changing out her weights. I always thought I was 'training'
her, but I guess she was 'training' me as well.
"Your big sister tried out for the Olympics and almost made it, I'm on
some good teams with great teammates. There's a big difference."
"Which teams are you on Jezzie? I can't keep track," asks my Auntie
I have no final say on my sports teams. If a sissy shows aptitude at a
sport and the coach wants you, that's what you are going to do. "I
compete as a twirler, rhythmic gymnastics, trampoline, trapeze, corde
lisse, aerial silks, and I have been selected for our brand new spike ball
team. That does sound like a lot, when you say it all together. I am
either throwing something in the air and catching it, suspending from a
rope, or bouncing up either a ball or myself." Mother has always been
super supportive of my pursuits. When I was the twins' age, I saw a
parade and I thought the baton twirler was sooooo pretty. Mother didn't
even have to sign me up for classes, Hepzibah, was state champion, twice.
Best coach in the universe. When I saw the pretty outfits of the trapeze
gurls, I was hooked. Mother signed me up for lessons, then we discovered
that I had acrophobia, fear of heights. My Mother was ready to climb up
the platform and throttle me herself, when I tried to chicken out. I
learned what 'non-refundable deposit' meant and it was either grab that
trapeze bar and swing or 'else.' I didn't want to face 'or else.' Long
story short, I got over my phobia and quickly learned to love it.
'When I grow up I want to be just as strong and beautiful as Francisca,"
declares Tabitha. "When I grow up I want to be as graceful and pretty as
Jezebel," chimes in Syntyche.
"You will both do just fine if you work hard at whatever talent you like,
and just be yourselves," I tell the twins. Although I keep to myself that
Tabitha's big talent so far has been sleeping in and making excuses about
shirking anything that seems 'hard' and my darling Syn may have to
struggle hir whole life with hir genetics stacked against hir sissyness.
'It's been a tough day all around, Hepzibah do you have enough sissy milk
to nurse?"
"Yes Headmistress."
"Jezebel and Syntyche why don't you nurse? It will help calm you, and your
Auntie and I will have some tea and we will find something yummy for
Tabitha."
Auntie unzips Hepzibah's dress from behind and sie steps out of it, and
sits on the center of the couch. Syn and I kneel on the couch on each
side of Hepzibah, as sie unhooks hir bra. We both suckle on our
individual ample teat of Hepzibah. While us sissies nurse, the
Headmistress's slaves serve tea and cookies to the womyn and a juice box
for Tabitha. The womyn chat about Auntie Eden's two daughters (Templeton
graduates) who are just a couple years older than Francisca and Abigail.
Her eldest, Bethel is married, to her college boyfriend whom she quickly
subjugated and sissified (runs a winery and B&B in the Russian valley) and
has started her own family, and her second eldest, Devorah, has joined a
lesbian collective and is farming in the Salinas valley, of course the
sissies do all housekeeping while the womyn farm. Devorah was always
super granola and into organic everything. My sissy counterpart,
Apphia,(also two years older than me) is in an exchange sissy program in
Germany. Sie is living near Cologne with a lesbian couple who are
seriously into the leather scene, and learning German. The couple's
sissy, Irmgard, has lived with Auntie Eden for more than a year, to learn
English. But it is fairly clear Irmy, a stunning blonde, and my Aunty are
now lovers. There's only one bedroom in use at that household, and all
those long looks between the two of them, hey I am glad my Aunty has found
someone. Sie had been a widow for more than a decade. According to my
mother, she's just never had any interest, romantically, with sissies, but
love conquers all.
I just feel a little bad for Appy, when sie was back for Christmas, sie
told me that hir mistresses in Germany were incredibly strict, and left
hir in restraints all day long. Sie had learned German, but sie doesn't
speak it, because hir owners keep her gagged almost continuously. Sie has
learned to love leather, but sie showed me hir chastity, it is a set of
rings that pierce hir little clitty like a pincushion. Poor gurl. Irmy
finds true love and Appy is rented out by hir completely sadistic owners
to clean houses every day. I least sie likes the beer.)
We finish nursing. The twins both get on the couch and pass out almost
instantly. They've probably been over stimulated since they heard about
the attack. The Headmistress points to the carpet and Hepzibah and I both
kneel. The Headmistress puts me in feedbag that straps around my head
with some oat bran, some chopped celery sticks to gnaw on, and Hepzibah
gets a real treat for hir, a glass of sherry that the womyn also enjoy.
"Jezzie got sent to my daughter's collective to, ahem, 'work on the farm'
when sie achieved the age of consent. Sie was very popular with that
forked tongue of hir's."
"Pick many rutabagas dear?" inquires the Headmistress as she removes my
feedbag.
"Not a one, Headmistress, I was put on other, ahem, duties. I learned a
lot, though." I stick out my tongue. It was a crash course on oral sex.
I must have pleasured every womyn on that farm, that I wasn't related to,
at least once. Once they figured out that I was into men, they let me
give blowjobs to the farm hands that work on the farm. (as a special bonus
for 'hard' workers).
"I understand that Jezzie is invited back to pick 'rutabagas' even when
it's not harvest time. Standing invitation."
I blush a little. But being sent to the 'farm' makes sense. I mean most
Mistresses are not going to say my sissy slave is a dud between the
sheets, but look at how clean my floors are. A sissy's number one
marketable skill, the one that is going to land hir a mistress/spouse -
goddess /wife is hir tongue. A sissy can burn a few dinners and drop a
few dishes, now and then, if sie can "make up' for it, between hir
mistress's thighs. Hey, I know where my toast is buttered. The adults
finish their drinks.
"This was perfectly lovely Eden and Hepzibah, you know I am very fond of
you as well. I absolutely should stay at Bethel's B&B for a long weekend,
it sounds delightful." Auntie Eden makes hir goodbyes and Hepzibah and
she depart, each with an unconscious/tuckered out child in their arms.
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