A sissy called Jezebel Part XXIX
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A sissy called Jezebel Part XIX - Jezebel and hir entire family have a big
day of events, many of them milestones for a young sissy. Ever wondered
what happens when a sissy is ready for hir first chastity? Here's a hint,
it's both public and humiliating. (Author's note: Please don't hate me.
Yes I am about to do a flashback that completely interrupts the story flow
and takes us back to events that occurred over the last weekend. I am
making this possibly tragic editing decision for a couple reasons; first
the attempted insurrection happened in Washington DC and I wanted to
incorporate some of the elements of that history making event into the
world of the Matriarchy. Second, since I really have decided to commit to
writing a story that is a bit of a deep dive into this alternate world of
female domination, this flashback will help give more context as we go
forward. Third, sometimes the story you write just takes on a life of its
own. There is lots of sexy adventures with Jezebel in the flashback.
Also I do have this mapped out. This isn't 'Lost." There is a plan. I
know how I want to end it. We will return to the present, get through the
milking ceremony and onto many more sexy mis-adventures.)
My mind wanders to last weekend. A typical weekend for me, completely
planned by my mother, and yes a weekend that was all about my elite
family. The Football game Friday, was an away game, so I traveled with
the team as the assistant trainer, but the school didn't bring the band,
so no baton twirling, just the cheerleaders. After the game was over, I
went back to Templeton on the cheerleader bus, since I really didn't have
anything to do after the game. We won, and the team really doesn't want
us sissies in the locker room when they are celebrating and womyn bonding,
somehow we are buzz kills. Let's face it, it's a toxic estrogen scene.
I arrive home, late for me, just before 9:00 pm. Mother tells me to
change into my nightie and see if Hepzibah needed any help. I quickly
change and help hir put away some dishes, and we chat about the 'big day'
tomorrow. I find mother who sends me to bed, but gives me the option that
I can read or journal for a few minutes. My mother bought me a diary when
I was very young, and told me that I could write whatever I wanted in the
journal, and she was going to monitor initially, really to see that I had
committed to journaling, but after that, she was probably never going to
look at it. It was a 'safe' place where I could write about my feelings
and be honest about my family. The lock on the journal/diary was to keep
out my prying sisters. I became addicted to it. It did help me process
my feelings about being chastised and my feelings about my sexuality. My
older sisters became equally committed to journaling, which has led to a
fun family pass time, the dramatic reading of each other's entities, at
random, during family get-togethers for entertainment. At our last round
robin of readings, I read Francisca's complaining that her friends were
upset that she had ordered pizza with pineapple on half which went on for
pages and pages; Francisca read one of Abigail's entries that went on for
a while that only her horse really understands her, and Abigail read my
entry which was about masturbation, which is a running joke, because all
of my entries that are read by my sisters, supposedly by 'random' seem to
be about that subject, leading to a conclusion that is ALL I write about.
(Have they cracked the code, so they can find a salacious entry?) This
one involves a fantasy I use during said activity, where I am arrested
(for a falsely accused crime) in the outside world and sent to a male
prison, where I am used sexually, over and over again. Mother intercepts
the reading of that 'hardcore' entry, since the twins are present, and
finds a slightly closer to 'G' rating for an entry where I whine on and on
about wanting bigger breasts. Abigail reading my entry imitating my high
pitched voice, is always good for a laugh. I journal for a few minutes,
and then mother shuts out my lights in my bedroom, which she controls, if
she wants.
On Saturday, we started the day by attending a cousin's chastisement
ceremony. An important life event for any sissy, along with a sissy's
first branding, here in 'Cali' we often throw Quincea?eras - (I mean the
dresses, who would want to pass up a chance to dress up your sissy in one
of those fabulous frocks?) and of course a sissy's d?butante ball, round
out the major sissy milestones, until you get to milking ceremonies and
marriage. From the chastisement ceremony on, a young sissy's clitty is
under lock and key of hir mother (or hir guardian), until marriage or
being sold. It represents a complete loss of control of 'traditional'
male sexual function, gratification, and even access to the male anatomy.
It also means the young sissy has been caught/observed or perhaps
confessed to, having either wet dreams, or erections, or jacking off
(pleasuring hirself by stroking hir clitty) by hir mother. When that
happens, your clitty is essentially sentenced to a lifetime imprisonment
without the possibility of parole. (In actuality, the sissy has probably
already been locked up for a week or so, since wet dreams and such, happen
at different times for different gurls and Mothers need at least a little
time to get out invites and buy a cake.)
Well rumor has it, cousin Jael got caught jacking off in bed by hir
mother, after being turned in by her older sisters. (Mine we're
constantly trying to get me 'locked up' from like when I was five years
old, they had a fairly 'hard sell' trying to convince our mother that I
was masturbating like that at that age; but they still tried. Besides, I
'ahem', much later, was a notorious pillow humper, not an inchworm petter;
I'd like to pretend that someone was on top of me and 'driving' me into
the pillow.) Jael is twelve, so that's the 'danger zone' for us gurls.
Mother's are definitely on 'high alert', at that time. We all end up in
chastity by thirteen(ish), unless the mother is pushing the estrogen a
little to hard and delaying puberty in the sissy.
Us unmarried sissies will attend in the special McCarthur clan uniform for
sissies, picture sailor moon/Japanese school girl uniform with a pink and
cream plaid pleated skirt with cute fringe around the hem and the white
sailor uniform blouse with a sky blue and magenta tie in front sash. The
outfit is completed with white thigh high stockings, black patent Mary
Janes, a sky blue beret, with the badge of the family crest, and white
fingerless gloves. Also a 'requirement' of the uniform, the formal
McCarthur chastity, which is crafted in ornate mixture of metals of
wrought iron, brass, nickel and copper, that forms an intricate pattern of
the family crest, and is only for 'special' family events. Mine is
typical of such pieces and is an antique heirloom, over a hundred and
fifty years old, and will be passed down to my descendants, if I am bred,
Otherwise someone else in the clan, most likely a descendant of Syntyche
or Delilah, will get it. Size is a little tricky, since sissy clits have
been shrinking overtime due to generations of specialized breeding, but
mother found a good fit for me from an especially petit (for the time)
ancestor of ours. (I also have a Maxwell uniform and chastity for special
occasions, from that side of the family). The chastity is always in a
place of honor, in a glass case on the mantel, next to numerous other
family heirlooms, some hundreds of years old, including a bullwhip,
various restraints, several wicked looking castrators, and a branding
iron. Mother orders me to retrieve the special chastity. I am unlocked,
and my sissy clitty is freed from its 'everyday' chastity. I kiss the
McCarthur chastity, before I slide it on and mother, using a very old
fashion key, locks it, with a resounding click. A special 'fairy bell' is
attached just for the occasion, to the front of the chastity. Mother and
I are very excited, Syntyche (and Tabitha) are attending the chastising
ceremony and by some carefully planned bribery, mother thinks we can
finally dress Syntyche in her McCarthur uniform (well my old one, the
whole point of the uniform is for hand me downs), without Tabby having a
meltdown, that she can't wear the uniform. I think the outfit is
absolutely adorable, and I really feel connected to my heritage when I
wear it, and it's fun to be lined up with my gazillion cousins, all
wearing the same outfit. (In fact the whole point of the uniforms was to
keep the families from 'wasting' money on mere sissies, at the numerous
family events, trying out do their family members with more and more over
the top, and unique fashion choices. A 'frock' war had started, and the
uniform was the solution.) I dress Syntyche in hir matching McCarthur
outfit, goddess sie looks sooooooooo adorable in hir uniform. I tell hir
"now we are also twins." Syntyche leaps up and claps in response to my
comment. I then dress the 'slug', Tabby, in a brand new party dress, (the
bribe) that is in Magenta and sky blue colors, the colors of the McCarthur
clan, made by yours truly. Mother and Hepzibah both walk in and start
gushing. Suddenly, we are outside, taking photos of us in our uniform
with me holding Delly (mother's special little gurls), and also the real
twins together in their outfits. Hepzibah and mother are both beaming.
I return to the house and start looking for Valerie, this 'junkie' needs
hir 'fix.' I find Valerie in her soccer uniform getting ready for a
match. I am getting 'bad.' Mother's nightly correction isn't enough for
me. I find myself craving a morning spanking, as well. She looks at me
in the doorway. I drop to my knees and beg her. Valerie lets out an
exasperated sigh. Now Valerie is just as turned on by giving the spanking
as I am in receiving it, but she always wants to make it like she's the
one being burdened by the request. "I'm trying to get out of here. Okay,
but only cause the McCarthur uniform is a turn on and you do look smoking
in it, show me the chastity." I lift my skirt, which I wear so high up,
it barely covers my butt. I flash her the chastity, and ring the faerie
bells. Valerie looks really turned on. "Hop onboard, and make it quick."
I let out a squeal and drape myself across her lap. Valerie finds her
leather biking gloves, batgirl version, very tight, and gives me a total
of thirteen, a baker's dozen, of hard slaps to my sissy ass. I squeal
with each blow. Mother walks in on the two of us. "You two. Jezzie you
are becoming incorrigible. I used to say 'spare the rod, spoil the sissy'
, now I should say 'using the rod spoils the sissy." Now I know my mother
is actually very pleased, that I am beginning to equate physical
discipline with pleasure and/or sexual gratification. Mother is a firm
believer that the foundation of a proper and long lasting sissy/mistress
marriage is forming a reciprocal feedback loop of the sadistic mistress
receiving sexual pleasure from physically disciplining her sissy, who
likewise is also being sexually gratified by receiving said punishment. On
the other hand, mother has been trying to corral the entire family and get
us out the door.
Valerie pushes me off her lap and on to the floor. I kiss her gloved hand
and scamper out the door. Mother yells at me as I scurry down the
hallway, "pack up your gym bag and get it stowed on the car NOW! If you
make us late, I'll strip you naked for the chastising ceremony and the
wedding, the only thing you'll be wearing is by boot print on your ass."
I pack up extra quickly, lickety split, and sprint to the cars. I am
thrilled to learn that I am not the last to get to Godzilla. Godzilla is
mother's gigantic customized van, swivel captain's chairs up front, pop up
tent in the roof for 'camping' and ahem, other activities when one may be
horizontal, and enough seating for the entire 'brood.' I am helping strap
in the 'youngins' into their respective car seats, and since the family
events are largely outdoors, Princess Antiope is coming along in her
special MacArthur harness and she is also being 'strapped' in for the car
trip. Abigail emerges, still in her slip holding two dresses. Yikes, one
would be called 'frumpy accountant who wants to live alone', and the other
would be called 'dowdy school marm with depression.' A fashion
intervention is needed. Hepzibah and mother are trying to be 'nice' in
gently rejecting the two choices, Hepzibah whispers to me, "the white
number with the violet sash." Mother whispers "go." I tear off. Abigail
yells, "where is Jezebel going?" I don't hear the rest. I find the
aforementioned dress, it's perfect, our Hepzibah, dead on as usual. I
grab the matching hat and race back. I return to, "Abigail, you asked for
our opinion, I presume you want us to be honest, and we gave it to you.
You are a beautiful young womyn, and the dress we have suggested, which is
a unanimous decision of this family's fashion police, Jezzie, Hepzibah,
and myself, is to go with the white lace dress." Abigail holds the white
dress up to her and looks at herself in the side mirror, and smiles.
'Captain unhappy' smiling, a rare event. I help her slip the dress on and
hang the other two in the garage.
Mother is now beside herself about time. "Abby, Please finish your
makeup in the van, I will drive us to Aunt Eden's and we can switch from
there so you can practice. And Jezzie, no way your skirt is regulation.
Did you hem your skirt so it would cover what? Your bellybutton? We are
going to be in a million family pictures. She starts tugging/pulling my
skirt down. It doesn't go down very far. I think to myself, 'mother you
are the only person on the planet, that even knows that there is a skirt
length rule for the uniform. You were just threatening to take me buck
naked to these events, and now you are blowing your top because I am
showing a little thigh?' Despite the contradiction, I stay quiet,
instead. Usually the best policy when you're caught dead handed. "Both of
you, Van now!" howls Mother.
We both dive in, as the van lumbers down the road.
"Everyone, Aunt Eden is going with us as planned, but her childhood friend
was injured in a car accident, and she is leaving right afterwards. So
settle down, don't upset your Aunt with your nonsense."
Aunty Eden is waiting outside of her house chatting into her phone. We
pull up, and Aunty Eden says, "you told them" to my mother.
"Is it that obvious? I guess we should avoid family poker tournaments, I
just wanted them to settle down."
"Oh I don't care, I really don't, but they were looking at me like I was a
space alien or something."
She climbs in and Mother switches positions with Abigail. "Kids,
nevermind what I said before, act like total brats in front of your Aunt."
"There you go, that's the family I hang out with."
"Any news?"
"I think it is less dire than first reported, but Libby's wife is such a
dingbat it's hard to tell, I think she is now awake with a few serious
broken bones, but I'm not going to get the full story until I get out
there. It's a short flight. If I can help out, I'll stay, if I am in the
way, I'll be back in time for cocktails, well probably morning bloodies."
We arrive at the nearby house of Mistress Jaimie McArthur. The ceremony
is in the backyard, and we are encouraged just to park on their ample
lawn. Mother selects a spot where we probably won't get blocked in,
because the wedding looms on our schedule.
We walk up, and we find various family members to greet. I see several
cousins near my age, all dressed as I am, with skirts in the same latitude
as mine. Mother should see the skirt 'rule' more as a guideline, then a
hard and fast rule. We all hug and kiss, carry on as we make our way to
the backyard, to see yet another 'free range' sissy get penned in. The
ceremony can be short or horribly long, if everyone has to make a speech
or sing a song, or play the ukulele. Since a number of us 'have' to be at
this wedding, I think Cousin Jaimie has no choice, but just do the actual
'short' ceremony.
We unmarried, but chastised McCarthur sissies are lined up in front and
kneel on the grass, behind us are a few elderly womyn are in chairs, and
then the rest of the audience are standing in the back. A family
priestess dedicated to our family goddess, Agrona the Celtic goddess of
war and slaughter, gives a short prayer. The womyn respond with a war
cry. Jaimie McCarthur welcomes her friends, family and neighbors, and
then introduces her spawn, Jael, for hir 'special' day. Jael, wearing a
gorgeous party dress, walks in holding hir chastity device on a pillow and
kneels, presenting the pillow to hir mother. Jael has a part to read for
the ceremony. "Mistress Mother, like all sissies I am weak and wicked. I
can no longer control my carnal urges, please Mother I crave your
protection, I beg of you." With that, the Priestess holds up the
chastity, and anoints it with some sacred oils and performs a sacred
chant, which also, imagine that, makes it easier to slide it on. We
sissies in the front, 'welcome' a fellow inductee into the 'club' by
grabbing our ankles and shaking out chastities to ring our farie bells
together. Jael, who is looking absolutely miserable, slides it on, and
positions the tiny padlock in place. Mother locks it with a key, holding
the microphone right there so we can all hear the click. The womyn in the
crowd all cheer. The key is attached to a necklace, and the priestess
places the necklace around the mother's neck. Meanwhile Jael's sissy nanny
kneels down beside hir, and ties an ornate ribbon in a big bow around the
cage. Mistress Jaimie McArthur announces to the crowd, "Womyn we have
fulfilled our sacred duty as mothers, another potential male weapon is
subdued and contained. This inferior male, is now and always will be a
harmless sissy, who will never molest, assault or rape any womyn, ever."
One huge cheer from the crowd, and we are done. Jael is sobbing, it's not
easy showing your 'junk' to your aunts and cousins and such, not at twelve
. Mistress Jaimie McArthur is beaming, let's eat some cake, (although
sissies will probably get fruit parfait, maybe.) My mother detests long
ceremonies, she will be very happy, was that even ten minutes? There is a
long line of said maternal figures hugging Jael, who has stopped crying
and is now smiling. Sie is being handed a number of small presents, hair
ribbons, berretts, and combs.
I start gabbing it up with some of my friends. Cousin Wendi, who has a
wicked sense of humor, whispers, "I couldn't even see it, why bother."
Mother catches my eye and waves me over, I am introduced to cousins from
Florida. I have never met these people. Mother has more obscure
relatives lined up, here's distant family from Arkansas, and so forth. I
smile and curtsey. Repeat. Mother is the scion of the family, they all
have to come by and say 'Hi.' Mother is using me basically as a prop, to
kind of deflect the attention. Mistress Jaimie McArthur comes by and hugs
Mother. She looks stressed. "Joannah can we talk?", I curtsey and try to
leave.
"No Jezebel, actually stay please. Joannah.......(uncomfortable pause) I
am sorry to take your time, but I need your advice."
"Of course dear, I'm happy to help, if I can, you know that."
"This last week has been...well it's been hell. Hysterical crying, sie is
constantly fussing with it. It's too tight. It pinches. I've corrected
hir, of course, but it just doesn't stop."
"That can happen dear. They all accept it, some take more time than
others."
"Well how was it with Jezzie?"
Mother stares at me. "Honestly, ehhh," she shrugs, "Jezzie kind of took
to it like a duck to water."
They both look at me, I guess I better say something, "Mother knows this,
but when I, well you know, blossomed, it came on strong and fast., and for
me I was early. Anyhow, I was 'tenting' my panties, all the time. I
would be in class, and suddenly having to stand up and write something on
the blackboard. It was humiliating, I felt like the whole class knew. It
was a relief to get 'caught' by mother. If I hadn't just been so
embarrassed by the whole thing, and the fact that my older sisters had
told me, that mother was planning to cut my clitty off if she caught me
with said erection, I just would have turned myself in. So heck, I was
relieved. Lock me up good and tight mommy."
"Jaimie, advice is like assholes, everyone has one, but here's what you
do; the next meltdown, you and all the females of the family, you first
then oldest to youngest , paddle hir good. One after the other. Tell
hir that hir behavior is absolutely unacceptable, slather on some
lidocaine or some other local anesthetic, and then lock hir in the
chastity guard we use at home, and make it tight. On that point show no
mercy. It should be very restrictive. I can loan you one of Jezzie's from
that time. Once it's in the sleeve and then the sleeve is locked in the
belt, it's totally out of sight is out of mind. Hir erections are going
to hurt like hell, but they will subside. But sie won't be able to grab
at it. Or tug at it. At the first complaint from hir of any kind, repeat
the entire correction, but double the number of hits. It will be fine.
In fact, sie will become docile very quickly. If not, it's probably too
much pesky testosterone, go take hir to hir pediatrician."
Our cousin is absolutely hanging on every word of my mother. "There's no
manual dear, we womyn are here to support each other. If you want to come
by in the afternoon, I can loan you one of Jezzie's chastity that she has
outgrown and I'll show you how to put it on. Now speaking of torture,
punishment, and torment......" mother turns to me and grins.
'Gulp. '
"Jezzie you are an 81/2 shoe right?"
"Yes mother."
"You are about to get a promotion, you lucky gurl from mere spectator,
to......." Oh no, not that, please no,' I think to myself. "Tooooooo
bridal party." 'Oh no, just tie me up with a giant rock and throw me in a
lake. That would be much more enjoyable.'
'Mother, I'm speechless. I barely know the sissy-bride. I..."
"Someone dropped out dear, and unluckily for you, the high heel fits."
Mother shows a picture to Cousin Jaimie, it must be of the outfits
selected for the wedding."
Mistress Jaimie McArthur's jaw drops. She thanks my mother profusely for
her wonderful advice. She walks me up and playfully 'socks' me in the jaw
and says, "good luck kiddo."
"Mother did I mention I suddenly twisted both of my ankles."
"Just think honey, all those pictures, we can blow yours up into a big
gigantic banner and I'll hang it from the terrace, so the whole world can
see."
Speaking of pictures, we stay for some family pictures in order to
memorialize the event, and then we are off, in Godzilla, with several
other carloads of McCarthurs that are also going to both events.
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