A sissy called Jezebel Part XXIII
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A sissy called Jezebel Part XXII - Jezebel primps, titivates, and
beautifies for hir arranged date for the dance at the Harvest Moon Gala.
Hir mother takes an extra 'precaution' with Jezzie, because a proper
sissy on hir first date only gives pleasure, sie doesn't receive
pleasure.
We arrive at the house at warp speed 10. While in the garage, Mother,
unlocks my sports chastity and locks me in my full chastity belt which
really hides the 'bads' as my mother calls my 'equipment', because it's
never the 'goods' and tells me to hit the showers, throw on a maid's
uniform and get to work. I scurry into the house and find Irmgard
already vacuuming. Sie takes a quick break and joins me in my room as I
get out of my ice princess costume and leap in the shower. Aunty Eden's
decided to send hir here, so sie could be useful in an occupied house,
during her, most likely, quick trip to Arizona. Hey, I love the company.
Irmy is wearing a plum maid's uniform, I hold up several uniforms before
I decide on the one in chocolate. We decide that the colors are
complementary. Having Irmy to chat with, just pure gurl talk, causes our
chores to just melt away. We even have time to walk Princess Antiope
together, so we can continue to gab away. Irmy tells me about being
raised by lesbian mothers, who are very well known dominatrixes, and hir
playing with hir dollies while hir mom's were whipping the shit out of
some man in the next room. It's certainly a big wide world out there.
We stop by the nearby park, and play on the swing set for a few minutes
like good little sissies. We head back in and return to our housework.
Mistress Jaimie arrives and mother has me fetch one of my first chastity
belts that no longer fits around my hips. She shows the belt to Mistress
Jaimie and looks at me and says "take off the dress and the panties
immediately."
I immediately follow her direction.
"Yes, I see the advantages, totally flat and really impossible to get
to."
"Do you know how to put it on? I know they are considered so old
fashioned now, but I love the tradition."
"Honestly no Joannah, I don't."
Mother unlocks me, and then carefully shows her how to slip on the metal
sleeve, then pulls it back between my legs and then the guard of the belt
covers the sleeve completely and locks it place under my tait. The belt
then locks around my waist.
"Because Jezzie was getting stiffies all the time, we slowly introduced
the full belt over time, so it wasn't too painful, for the dear. But hir
older sisters were constantly playing with her chastity, tugging at it,
slapping it around, it was such a distraction with those two. I mean
really. So the faster we could hide it away the better, and I do find
the male anatomy to be just so revolting, so I really like the full
chastity belt. It is what my parents used in their household. So safe
and secure, and completely hidden, but I have to admit, and Jezebel you
know I've been struggling with this, but I have to set a good example for
the entire family, and it is absolutely illegal for any sissy to 'pass'
as a genetic female, and everyone keeps mistaking Jezzie as one of my
daughters, even when I dress hir in the most over the top frilly party
dresses."
It is certainly drilled into every sissy's head, like the first
commandment, from pre-school on, never ever pretend, or hold yourself
out as a female. Never lie to anyone and say you are female. Not even
as a joke. If anyone ever asks you your gender, you immediately say
'sissy.' Any adult female has the absolute right to 'verify' your
gender, at any time. If you break these rules, watch out, you are going
to be in some serious deep doo doo.
"So I think it may be time to join the 21st century and put hir in a
'regular' chastity that can be seen, depending on the occasion. It is
ironic, we really push our sissies to be so fem so they can be
alluring/attractive to their goddess/wives, but then we as a society say
to sissies try to achieve the ideal, but don't actually 'become' the
ideal feminine."
"Joannah, if I didn't know you or Jezebel, I'd think sie was your
daughter. Hir hair, hir makeup, and hir features, you've trained hir so
well. You should be proud."
"Well thank you, I just try to hide hir many, many flaws and defects, but
every once in a while sie's at least acceptable. Okay scram." Mother
pinches my ass and I depart.
I return to my chores. Right after, we have folded the last of the
laundry, mother summons us to the living room.
Mother points to the floor. We kneel, hands folded in front of our
aprons.
"You can scootch together and hug or hold hands if you prefer."
You don't tell us twice, we immediately pull ourselves together and we
each place an arm around the other's waist.
Mother is being generous, sie knows that I am 'hugger' and also it is
probably because, although Irmy is here to be a maid, sie is also in a
way, a 'guest.'
"Irmy, Eden has safely landed in Phoenix, she just wanted to let you
know. Now gurls, report on your chores."
We rattle off our list of completed chores.
"We should have you here more often Irmagard, you are clearly a good
influence on Jezebel. You can sleep in Jezzie's room tonight, Jezzie is
going to dance tonight and then a sissy sleepover over at our cousin's
house."
"Yes, Mistress."
'You can change into any of Jezzie's outfits that you want, you gurls are
about the same size, and Jezzie doesn't mind sharing."
I nod enthusiastically. Mother isn't just being nice, I love sharing my
outfits with cute sissies like Irmy.
"Now Jezzie, due to my Bellonac efforts, I have found you a date for the
dance."
She shows me a picture of my 'catch.' She looks familiar. She has dark
wavy hair. She's the older sister of one of my sissy friends, Dani.
Beth is her name. I remember Beth being a real bully and fairly spoiled,
when I was at sleep overs at Dani's house. Well that was a bunch of
years ago, the family had moved away, and I had heard that they had moved
back, recently.
"Thank you mother, I remember her, I haven't seen her in years, that's
Beth Johnson right? I think Dani is still finishing up hir school year
at Bombeck prep school in Vermont."
"You are correct. I think Beth looks quite handsome these days. Mrs.
Johnson and I have agreed, so make yourself pretty for your date. I want
to hear only the most glowing reviews. I am going to drop you off at
6:00 pm, there is some pre-party you are supposed to go to first. Irmy,
be a dear, and help get Jezzie ready." With both kind of squeal and hug
each other closer. Dress up is so much fun for sissies. Mother unlocks
my collar, the victorian ruffled lace collar I usually wear, doesn't
really go with my planned outfit, at all. I may be a slave, but we are
all slaves to fashion. She attaches my dog tag, the video camera and the
shocker to a black leather collar and locks it. Basic black, goes with
everything.
As we skip back to my room together, holding hands, we go by the family
trophy case, I notice this afternoon's batch of sports medals is already
on display. Mother didn't waste time on that front.
I strip down and show Irmy my 'new' (well new to me) dress for the dance.
My forest green gown has an asymmetrical one shoulder strap with
sweetheart neckline, a fitted bodice adorned with beautiful lace
appliques and sparkling accents, and a sensational high-low skirt with
cascading ruffles, that show off my legs from the front. Irmy helps me
select my foundation garments, panties (lacy and ruffled of course in
green), backless brazier (black - well I don't have EVERY color), garter
belt, and a slightly lighter green stockings. She pin ups my hair into a
wonderful braided 'up do.' and does my make up with smokey green
eyeshadow, very dramatic. I put on my opera length white gloves, a
string of pearls (fake, almost all my jewelry is knock off, I mean mother
isn't ever going to open up her purse for that kind of expense for little
old me), and my folding hand fan.
While I am getting dolled up, Irmy has hir phone out and sie is cyber-
stalking my date, Beth. Beth is quite good looking, but not really my
type. I like them super butch, and Beth is wearing a lot of different
outfits, but a lot of dresses and fairly feminine outfits. The general
theme is that Beth is a bit of a party girl. I do take notice that the
sissies, she posts about, or is in pictures with, have big tits. Irmy
shows me that sie has only thirty minutes a day allowed on hir phone,
unless sie is talking with Aunty Eden or hir mothers back in Germany.
Hey, hir thirty minutes beats my little crappy sissy phone (LCSP), which
can barely pass on a text message.
I urge Irmy to go through my clothing, and see if there is anything sie
wants to wear or borrow. Sie looks at my nighties. "Can I try this
one?"
"My closet is your closet."
"When the mistress is away, she likes to video chat with me. She likes
it when I look a certain way."
I can't resist a line like that, "does my Auntie, go for a certain look?"
I say with a big grin.
Irmy turns several shades of red.
Poor gurl. I mean it is clearly a May November relationship. I mean
Auntie Eden, who keeps herself in fantastic shape by the way, is my GREAT
aunt and Irmy is just a few years older than me. But love is love, and
clearly Irmy has been told to keep hir relationship with my Aunt on 'the
down low.' But they can't honestly think they are keeping it a secret?
"I'm not here to pry Irmy, but I want to be super clear that my entire
family just wants our Aunt to be happy, and she seems really happy right
now."
Irmy looks relieved and we hug. Irmy hugs me really hard, maybe sie just
wants some reassurance.
"Let's find something that your Mistress is going to adore." Irmy strips
down and for the first time I get to see Irmy's chastity cage. It is a
'sissy thing', we are always wondering how the next gurl is caged by hir
owners. Would Irmy's cage be like Apphia's (Auntie Eden's spawn, my
first cousin, once removed) or would it be from hir family in Germany?
It's just one of those curiosity things. Irmy knows that I'm looking,
even as I am rummaging through my lingerie closet. "Oh Irmy, now I am
just being completely nosy, I am just being silly, I just get curious
about how other families lock up their sissies."
"Oh Jezzie, I don't care. I think we are the same way. Stop pretending
not to look and look all you want."
Irmy really has a petite clitty, about my size. Hir chastity is crafted
in anodized pink aluminum and bedecked in flecks of jewels and precious
stones. Very pretty and very expensive. "That's just gorgeous Irmy. I
love it." Although, I think to myself, no one buys that kind of bling
for an exchange sissy (well not unless you're banging hir), also the
padlock on the cage is heart shaped, just a bit of a tell. My
inquisitiveness sated, I return to finding Irmy something gorgeous for
video chat time. Irmy tries on several nighties and settles on one of my
favorites. A pink panty with ruffles of black lace and ribbon bows, with
a very sheer, black, full length gown that is very revealing. Irmy is
admiring hirself in the mirror and looking very happy. The buzzer my
intercom goes off. It makes a real racket, Irmy is kind of startled.
Mother's voice fills the room, "we want to see if you are presentable
Jezie, front and center for inspection."
I walk up to the intercom, "Yes mother, Irmy is trying on some of my
things, do you want hir back in uniform or as is?"
"How does sie look?"
"Drop dead gorgeous. Incredibly sexy."
"You don't say. Well I'll be the judge of that. As is, both of you get
to the living room chop, chop."
"Yes mother."
We skip back to the living room, holding hands.
The whole family is there when we get there. My mother's draw drops just
a little when she sees Irmy in hir (really mine) revealing negligee. Both
Valerie and my mother look like they are about to drool a little bit.
"Jezzie, I am sorry that I doubted you even the tiniest bit, drop dead
gorgeous is an understatement. And as for you, Jezzie, very nice. Irmy,
you have made my little spawn look very sophisticated. What do you
think, children?"
Abigail just groans, but the twins have taken a break from their stuffed
animal tea party, and are very appreciative.
"Jezebel looks very pretty," declares Syntyche.
"If I may be excused Mistress, I have a purse that would match that
stunning gown perfectly," requests Hepzibah. Mistress nods, "I think I
know which one you are talking about, off you go."
"Did you make that dress yourself Jezzie? It's super?" asks Tabitha.
Abby loudly snorts, and says "that's a stupid question Tabby, it's used,
someone threw it away."
Mother is unhappy with that snarky remark. "Abby stop putting your
sister down. Now Jezebel does make a lot of hir own clothes and clothes
for the family, but even Jezzie can't put out a new frock for every
dance, so we Mothers have a secret weapon, the sissy dress exchange.
Hundreds and hundreds of gowns, what is it Jezzie?"
"It's sissy HEAVEN!!" I answer in a really bad Oprah imitation. (I guess
it might sound like Oprah, if she had sucked down a ton of helium from
the Goodyear blimp and also had a pronounced lisp. Between my altered
vocal cords and my forked tongue, I am always going to sound like a 'baby
girl.' Mother truly delights in my voice making Minnie Mouse sound like a
baritone in comparison. My mother's decision is odd, because she is so
turned on by Hepziba"s husky sultry Marylin Monroe/Mae West voice, which
I also just adore. I mean my voice is my voice, it just leaves me the
butt of a lot of my family's jokes, like when Valerie says that when I
yelp after particularly strong or surprised paddling it is at a pitch
only dogs can hear. She makes the same comment after I climax.) "Just
imagine a warehouse just filled with sissy jubilation on a hanger.
Mother and I picked this one in the 'retro' section, but I did make all
the alterations Tabby, so you might have seen me working on it on my
Singer."
I think Abby was about to make some sort of sarcastic remark, but Mother
shoots her a look that cuts her off.
Hepzibah returns with hir purse, a very elegant baguette in a shade of
green which is very complementary to my gown. I thank hir profusely.
It's basically a girly house, Mother's most butchest daughter, Francisca
is in Italy (and even Francisca almost always wore makeup and also
dressed quite feminine when she was in the mood), but with her departure,
it left only us girly types to gush about gowns and such.
Mother stands up and says "Walk with me Jezzie, I think I want to add one
more 'accessory' for tonight."
She takes me to my bathroom. "Cleanse yourself one more time tonight.
Here let me help you take off your dress, so you don't smudge your
makeup." Mother helps me slide off the dress.
As I insert the nozzle of the douche bag, mother strokes my hair. "I am
going to provide you with some extra security. When I was your date's
age, well I know what young womyn can be like, all filled up with
estrogen. Let's face it, they have one goal with an attractive sissy
like you. And you are my sissy, and a proper sissy on a first date only
gives pleasure, sie doesn't receive pleasure. Because you exist....
sexually speaking?" mother points at me.
"Only to gratify womyn, " I respond.
"Correct. When you have your orgasm, it is dictated by me, not some girl
you just met. I do trust you Jezebel, I know you would respect my wishes
and not spread your legs without my permission, but womyn can be, well,
they can be such pigs sometimes. I mean it is fairly easy for most womyn
to over power you and have her with you. I just find it so ironic that
when the world was completely male dominated that it was us womyn who
were shamed into thinking that sex should only be for procreation. I
mean it's completely absurd, once you think about it."
I think to myself, 'Mother has made this speech to me about a zillion
times, but she is definitely on a roll."
"It is so silly, men ejaculate so quickly, precisely because they are
made for sex for procreation. I don't even comprehend how they could
truly satisfy us, womyn. I mean sexually speaking, men are just pathetic.
We womyn can have multiple orgasms. We are the ones designed for sexual
recreation, and can give and receive pleasure all night long. Only
another womyn or a properly trained sissy has the staying power to
properly satisfy a womyn. Sexual liberation is precisely that, a womyn
should receive pleasure at her choosing, at her whim, and at her command,
with sissies of course. Are you ready to release dear?"
"Yes Mother." I squat on the toilet and unleash the liquid. I try not
to groan, as it surges from my orifice, but I do anyway. It comes out
with such pressure, sometimes.
Mother continues,"it is only through proper dildo training that you
sissies can know the glories of a female orgasm, or at least get close to
one. Your prostate, properly manipulated by penetration, can give you
repeated sissy-gasms. Consider it your gift from the matriarchy to your
deeply flawed gender, but one that must be tightly controlled by your
superiors. All done?"
"Yes, Mother." I dab myself clean and stand up.
"Hop on your bed and spread your cheeks."
I comply. Mother inserts a fairly long, but slender lubed plug/dildo
into my boi-pussy. I try not to moan as it is inserted, but I do gasp.
Once mother inserts the phallus completely, she locks the base of the
penetrator to the guard of my chastity sheath that covers my groin and
also to the back chastity belt around my waist.
"All secure, safe and snug." She gives the base a tug. And then pats my
behind. "I'll drop off a key at Macy's house with your overnight bag for
the sissy sleepover. She can unlock you, so you can heed the call of
nature, after your date."
Mother helps me with my dress, and it's off to my date's house. I grab my
coat, I wish my family a good night, and mother drives off with me in
her bowling league uniform, she and Valerie both bowl for the 'Buxom
Bombers.'
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