A sissy called Jezebel Part XXVIII
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A sissy called Jezebel Part XVIII - Ever wonder what the womyns football
team locker room is like before the 'Big Game' at Templeton Academy:
where young womyn become dominatrixes and sissies are crushed into
submission? Let's find out, together.
"Well, looks like you don't actually need the school uniform, it's time
for you to get our football team ready for the big game, and then you need
to practice with the band, my little majorette."
"Yes Headmistress."
"How do you think we are going to do?"
I look at her surprised.
"I know you're a closet football fan, dear. When the rest of the
cheerleaders are yelling "go team', you're yelling "watch the zone blitz.
It's quite Okay, I think it's kind of cute. Was it watching all your
sisters' s games?"
"Yes, Headmistress, I loved cheering for my big sister, but I wanted to
know why a certain play worked.... so I just listened a lot. Also my
Mother's lover, Valerie loves football, and no one else in my house wanted
to watch, so I was ordered to watch with her, I think my sisters thought I
would find it drudgery, and their plan backfired; I love to watch
football. It's probably the only thing about me that is butch, I guess.
No sissy is perfect."
"You haven't answered my question?"
"We got to see Sackler play at the make up game, because of the earthquake
after-shock warnings cancelled all those games, a few weeks ago, when a
bunch of teams played simultaneously at the college training facility.
Their lines, both offensive and defensive, are bigger and faster than
ours, so is their running back, who is fantastic, and is probably going to
get major gains, each play. We run an option running offense and those
linebackers and defensive ends are just going to be waiting for Arlete
when she comes around her tackle. She may be scrambling a lot tonight, in
that back field."
The Headmistress looks at me and sighs. "Could be a loooong game, who has
the cuter uniform?"
"Ours is a classic. Sackler's silver and black checkered pants make their
butts look hideous and bloated."
"There's my little fashionista. Say the sissy creed (the short version),
kiss my boots, and get the hell out of here."
Every sissy at our school has memorized the sissy pledge, the sissy oath,
the sissy creed and a bunch of others. "I swear by the goddess that I
will serve my Mistress faithfully. (I raise my right hand) I will follow
all orders without hesitation and without question. (I curtsey) I devote
myself to my Mistress's happiness. (I stick out my tongue) I crave
discipline. (I slap my thigh). I deserve to be corrected every day. (I
slap my rear) I crave to be penetrated. (I point to my sissy vagina).
It is my duty to be pretty every day. (I spin) It is a privilege to wear
my pretty dresses, my uniform, and my lingerie. (I flounce my skirt). I
love to wear makeup, my high heels, and my corset. (I point to the
respective clothing) I will curtsey after every order. (I curtsey again)
My tiny sissy clitoris needs to be locked away, and kept limp limp and
flaccid. (I point to my chastity) I promise to work hard, never
complain or whine, and obey. A good sissy is a loyal sissy. This I
swear."
I fall to the floor and kiss the tips of the Headmistress's boots, stand
up, curtsey and then depart.
I became a trainer only because my mother has a notoriously bad back. I
was taught from an early age how to administer an excellent sports massage
and deep tissue massages, and the basics of chiropractory. Then I
started taping up Francisca for her numerous sports events and basically I
got recruited into taping up the other athletes on her teams, and at some
point I just became an official student-trainer for our sports teams.
I head to the female athlete's locker room. I am the only sissy trainer
(perhaps ever for our school), and one of a few sissies they let in there,
besides the equipment sissies. Let's face it, the last thing our team
needs is to be distracted by a bunch of ditsy gurls.
The team is getting ready. If I was into girls, this would be a hot
scene, and I can't say that it doesn't do something for me, I dig big,
muscled butch womyn, so I get the mystique, but my locker room fantasy has
large hairy men, with huge cocks and bad intentions.
I change at my locker, the only transparent one, dead center in the room.
I pull off my dress and my panties, and change into my trainer get up.
It's a hot, sporty outfit, since I was able to design it, myself. I put
on the super tight gold lame' slingshot 'boy short' with built in
suspenders that go over my shoulders. It says "Property of the Templeton
Academy Athletic Department" on the rear. It has a lace up slit for my
sissy clitty, of course. I slip on the bandau top in magenta, with the
school name in gold rhinestone script. I put on my perforated Stretchy
Wrap pink fishnet skirt that barely covers anything, and a matching pink
fishnet mesh net cropped camisole that also basically doesn't cover
anything. I put on my thigh high white tube athletic socks that have a
gold stripe and a magenta stripe at the top and I put on my pink
rhinestone covered chuck taylors with a chunky heel that lace up to my
calves. I replaced my laces with a pale pink ribbon, just for that extra-
girly kick. I put my hair in a ponytail and put on my magenta sequin
baseball hat that says "Asst. Trainer" in pink script on the front.
I mince towards Coach Gibson. So none of our very aggressive (aka horny)
athletes become distracted and drags me to a secluded part of the locker
room for a pre-game 'lap job', or eating the 'fish taco' or 'the magic
carpet ride', I am always locked into a ball gag that only Coach Gibson or
her staff have the key to. I kneel in front of her and wait, while she is
making notes on her clipboard. She takes notice of me and locks the
fairly large ball gag in place. No pre-game quickies for these football
players.
She blows her whistle. "Team listen up, as we all know we've had enough
drama today with the milking, so Jezebel, tuck that cage in and lace it
up. Girls hands off that crotch area and no rat tails to the front. It
is the forbidden zone. Got it?" She circles my groin to make her point.
"Yes Coach," is the immediate response from most of the team.
I tuck in my cage and lace it up the opening with a drawstring and tie it
in a big bow knot.
"Good gurl," says the coach, "and great job protecting the miking ceremony
Jezzie!!"
"The team responds with dog-pound barking sounds in approval.
"OK Jezzie, Arlete is waiting for you, get her in tip top shape."
I curtsey and I and give the Coach a thumbs up. I scamper off to find
Arlete. A few rat tails (wrapped up wet towels) fly out at my poor
bottom, as I run the gauntlet. All in good fun. I find the two equipment
Sissies, Topaz and Sindy, they are also gagged, handing out clean
uniforms. They're in super sheer (basically transparent) pale violet
mini-dresses that have a ruffled collar and a ruffled ballet skirt, and
that's it, because they don't ever get to leave the locker room, (and
didn't get to design their own uniform like I did. Hee hee.) I think the
dress is designed to make them look basically naked, so they are even
terms with the athletes. Being an equipment sissy is tough duty, you're
basically the laundress for the football team, and the athletes on our
team love to complain about their clothing or their equipment. As I
scurry by, Topaz is being slapped in the face and being yelled about a
problem with one player's sports bra and Sindy is being screamed at by
several players about their helmets. Their respective bottoms are bright
red, and they just started handing out clothing.
I find Arlete lying face down on a massage table, buck naked, listening to
her music. Arlene is Brazilian, but she grew up here, what a fantastic
body; lean and just covered in delicious muscles, and a beautiful ass. I
wave at her, so I don't startle her, she says, "Hey fairy, go to town on
my shoulder, it's super tight."
I climb on to the table and straddle that gorgeous bubble but of hers and
I get to work, massaging her back and her thighs, getting her loose for
her big game. Her shoulder is a little 'wonky', so I concentrate on
working out the knots. I could massage her all afternoon, and she may be
the star of this team, but other womyn are recovering from injuries too,
so I have to move on. I tape up her ankles and her non-throwing arm
wrist, just like she likes it. She pinches my ass, flicks my nipple, and
blows me a kiss, as I move on to other players.
I go from athlete to athlete, massaging certain injuries and taping up
ankles, wrists, fingers, you name it. (Also I fix up some of the player's
makeup, hey some of these womyn are on the make and looking for a
girlfriend. The Sackler player pounding you in the turf today, might be
pounding you in the bedroom tomorrow night.) I really enjoy being a
trainer. I want our team to win, and this is the best role for me to make
a direct contribution, in my own sissy way. Sissies have to go to all
sporting events and cheer for our womyn dominants. Our school has good
spirit, even though not mandatory for them, most of the womyn students
including almost all the jocks, reciprocate and cheer us at our various
sissy sports teams and dance teams. The jockettes are usually grateful
for my services, sure they like to be playful, and tease, spank, pinch,
tickle, and otherwise objectify me, which I love. Each little slap or
nipple twist; just makes me hot. Call me fairy or a slut. I get off on
the teasing. So bring it on. I love the attention. I just can't show
that I completely enjoy it, or they might hold back.
Topaz and Sindy have almost handed out the team's equipment and uniforms.
They have been crying, and their butts and their faces are both red. It's
been a tough locker room for them. I am now stretching out our punter's
legs against one of the walls, getting all sorts of sexy attention from
other players who are taking turns patting my ass as I am pressed up next
to our straining punter, and meanwhile, the equipment gurls are now in the
'zone where the sissy can't do anything right and really can't fix the
situation.' We've all been there. They've got my sympathy and my
empathy; but I can't really try to bail them out. I've got to help
stretch out our kicker, next.
As I move on to our high kicking kicker, Brenda, all around class clown
and goof ball. Coach Gibson has intervened. She grabs both sissies by
their ears and hauls then off to the shower. She handcuffs them to a
shower nozzle and turns them on full blast on cold.
"Jezzie, when you finish up with Brenda, just fetch any equipment the
girls really need, you know where it's kept," orders Coach Gibson. Brenda
gives me the Okay sign, and I rush off to 'fix' the problems. Some of the
sports bras clearly don't fit, and some of the shoulder pads are the wrong
size. Most of the problems are solved by trading back and forth with the
various teammates really quickly, and I rush back, and find some 'sling
shots' for our really busty players. One of the girls, Dot, is a 44DD. I
have found a solution for everyone else, but still no bra for her. How
the heck do you lose a bra that freakin big? It's not a slingshot, it's a
catapult. I dive into one of the laundry bags, and find it. Is it clean?
Well clean enough. I spray on some fabric spray, and race back with it.
Dot looks happy. I mean we can't have those knockers flapping around on
the football field.
"All right let's get out and practice. Show some hustle ladies," yells
the coach. She unlocks my gag as the girls stream out. She hands me the
key to the handcuffs, and the keys to their gags. "You can unshackle
those two idiots, but they can't dry off and they can head out to the
sidelines and cheer us on for the practice, no coats." I think to myself,
'oh those gurls are going to freeze, it's forty degrees out there and
windy.
"Yes Coach."
She is already running out the door, "Good job Jezzie, I knew I could
count on you. Put the cuffs, keys and their gags on my desk, when you
leave."
Wow! Actual praise from the coach who is completely stressed out before
'the big game.' I run full speed to the shower, and almost slip on the
wet floor. I shut it off.
I uncuff the gurls, and unlock their gags. They are shivering like crazy.
"Coach told me that I can't dry you off. You're supposed to go out as is,
and cheer on the team for the practice. I am so sorry."
Both gurls look completely miserable. They probably made some mistakes,
but when the whole team was yelling at them, it was really a no-win
situation.
Through chattering teeth, Topaz asks me whether I was able to fix the
problems. I told them what I did. They both thank me profusely, under
the theory that it probably saved them further abuse. "Look gurls, I am
happy to help, if I can." Both gurls are damsels and I don't know them
super well. They both come off kind of plain-jane. And now I am going to
come off like a stuck up bitch, but it is more than just being in
different classes, Topaz was raised in an orphanage, unfortunately sie was
an unplanned pregnancy and hir family really wanted a female, so they got
rid of hir. (An all too common story.) Sindy grew up in a dysfunctional
family and was kicked out of hir home. Sie was homeless on the streets of
San Francisco, taken in (sissy-napped really) by a street gang, sissified,
and forced to walk the streets as an under-age hooker. The Matriarchy
found hir, and put hir in a scholarship program here at the Academy. They
did the same for Topaz. I mean thank the Goddess that the rich families
do give so much money out in scholarships. These gurls do get access to
some of the best education (for sissies) in the world here. And here is
the stuck up part. When I do socialize, it is almost always with my
enormous extended family, or with the other matriarchal clans. My mother
insists that for our sissy sleepovers or birthday parties, that we include
gurls that are interested, from everywhere, (which is great) but most
families are not that egalitarian. I am sure both gurls feel shut out. I
would. My life's code is to be nice to everyone. (Also my Mother would
beat me like a rented mule if it came back to her that I was pulling
additude with anyone, but why be mean? What does it get you?) But I get
it, a lot of my sissy classmates can be complete bitches.
I whisper, "Just hug each other for body warmth, but you probably need to
get out there." They miserably huddle together and head out the tunnel to
the field, dripping wet.
I put everything on the coach's desk and head over to the sissy locker
room.
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