A sissy called Jezebel Part XXXV
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A sissy called Jezebel Part XXV- Jezebel is swept off hir feet by the
dashing Val at the Harvest Moon Gala.
It is absolutely impossible for my mother to stealthy make her way to
the sign in table and leave. We are not two feet in the door, before
several womyn are welcoming her, and also getting her input on a dozen
issues related to her foundations, her charity work, or some issue
related to her high office at the Matriarchy. Mother is simply a VIP,
wherever she goes. Mother, dressed in her bowling league outfit, is
trying her best to worm through the crowd, sign me in, and get out. Of
course, she can't just blow people off, so it's lots of smiling and
nodding, but always mother is taking us closer to the table.
Mother whispers to me, "the girls at the league are going to kill me if
I don't get out of here." We get to the sign in table, we don't quite
'cut the line' at the table, but magically a spot "opens up" as the
club's senior social secretary enthusiastically waves us over. Okay
being a McCarthur, on occasions, has its perks.
"Oh Mrs. McCarthur it is so grand to see you and Jezebel, don't you
just look lovely tonight, tre chic."
"Thank you, Mistress Carter," I respond as I a curtsey.
"You know Mrs. McCarthur I see that Jezzie is hind, I have a short list
of suitable bachelorettes right here...."
"Thank you Lil, but no. I'm fine with Jezzie going hind tonight, we had
a slight carfuffle with hir arranged date, and quite frankly I feel a
little 'snake bit' on the whole thing, and I really have to get back to
my bowling league. Jezzie has a bunch of friends here, I am sure it
will be a lovely evening."
"Yes of course. Actually, this does help, we had an odd number of
sissies, and you are being announced in pairs, Jezebel I already see
your friends waving at you, go 'cut in' right there, and I'll pull up
our odd number.
"Yes Mistress Carter." I curtsey.
I turn to the mother and pretend to kiss her on the cheek, and whisper
in her ear, "flee, mother, flee now." Mother gives me a knowing wink.
I scurry over to my friends, Epiphany (Epy), Fawn, and behind them,
Kitty and Aurora, gurls I've known since Kindergarten or before that.
There's lots of kissing on the cheeks, hugging, and 'I love your
dress.' It's fun to see the gang all 'dolled up', even if Epy's dress
looks like it was designed by the same lunatic that had made my
bridesmaid's dress. I love Epy, to death, but sie is color blind, I
mean completely, and hir mother, a lovely lady, has zero fashion sense.
'But Epy, even with that color scheme being a bit tragic, why would you
pick a dress that hides your rockin' curvaceous body?', I think to
myself.
Mistress Carter arrives with the gurl who was by hirself. Oh great,
they were going to make this poor sissy, (that I have to guess is from
an orphanage) walk by hirself at the absolute end of the line. "This
is Skyla Brown. This is Jezebel."
"It's very nice to meet you Skyla, welcome to the no date losers club,
I'm head dork." Skyla laughs but looks very nervous. I quickly
introduce hir to my friends. They are my friends, precisely because
they are not mean gurls, so they are very welcoming to the new gurl.
"You don't know me, but I know you, your Jezebel McCarthur."
"Guilty as charged."
"Your mother pays for everything for us at the orphanage, she pays my
school scholarship, and her foundation paid for this beautiful dress
and I even get to keep it. Is she here, I sooooooo want to thank her,
she's incredible."
Fawn chimes in, "Yeah Mistress McCarthur is awesome, she's the only
reason we even hang out with Jezzie."
I pretend to me miffed at Fawn. "I'm sorry Skyla, my mother would love
to meet you, but my mother is long gone." I look around. Wait
Mother's right there!? I take out my fan, and wave it at her, and cock
my head. I get her attention. I fold my fan and walk my fingers
across it and point at her, then shrug. She beckons me over. "Mother,
you are terrible at escaping," I say as I get within whisper range.
"Mrs. Parker and your 'biggest fan' are both bowling for the Bombers,
and quite frankly tearing up the joint. My dear teammates have
definitely made it clear to me that I should 'take my sweet time'
getting back, so I thought I would see you get introduced in your
fabulous frock. Besides," she holds up her glass, "champagne."
"So now the truth is out, huh, drinky drinky?", I say with a grin.
"Actually mother, the sissy next to me, is on one of your scholarships
and is dying to meet you." I know my mother is always very interested
in meeting all of her scholarship people, so this isn't a burden.
"Oh absolutely. Were they going to make hir go dead last and by
hirself?"
"I guess so."
"These bloody snobs."
We walk back together. "I was wrong, Mother is still here, Mother,
this is Skyla Brown." I just realized that I took off without warning
Skyla that mother really hates when any of the foundation recipients
thanks her personally, she doesn't do it for the thanks, and she feels
strongly, that they shouldn't feel obligated to do so, it really is a
pet peeve of hers. Skyla curtsies but then begins to tremble, "I can't
believe I am actually meeting you Mistress McCarthur, I saw you speak
at our orphanage last year and it was such a great speech, it changed
my life......" She starts crying. "I just wanted to tell you,
how......" She's really struggling. Mother leaps in. "Skyla I am so
glad that I could meet you. You look so pretty in your dress, and I am
sure you are going to have a great time, and what I said during that
speech about you being the stars, I meant it."
Mother hugs Skyla, who clearly needed a hug right that second. Skyla
tries hir best to say something, but it just kind of comes out a
jumbled word-salad. Mother says, "we are getting real close to your
introduction dear, fix your face, I'll be watching from over there."
Mother waves at my friends, and heads back to the 'parents' section.
Skyla is still very emotional. I hold hir hand. Kitty says to the
group, "your mother is a rock star Jezzie, all my mother ever says
about your mother is how she's the only one that makes sense on the
council."
"Mine too. It's Mrs. McCarthur this and Mrs. McCarthur that, like all
the time. It's just too bad, that all of her great qualities clearly
didn't make it down to you, Jezzie," helpfully adds Fawn.
"Oh Fawn, dear sweet gentle Fawn, I will miss you, after I have slowly
throttled you for hours and thrown you into that wood chipper."
I pretend to strangle Fawn for a second. Hey score one to Fawn. I'll
plot my sweet revenge.
The sissies with dates are introduced first and they both get the
introduction and then the promenade to the end of the dance floor. The
hind sissies are all announced kind of cattle call style, one after the
other, so the line has really picked up.
In no time, Skyla and I are introduced. We hold hands and basically
pageant walk together, smiling and waving to the crowd. Suddenly the
next announcement does not follow. I really hate this. It's
intentional, it's very much, everyone take note, there's a McCarthur
here, our event has a major clan leader participant. They are sooooooo
status conscious here. Thankfully, the introductions pick up again.
I look over at my mother, she's miffed about the long intro, but smiles
very approvingly at me. Perhaps I turned a few heads. Skyla is
absolutely thrilled. I am really happy for hir. Mother catches my
eye, and nods her head and crosses her hands and snaps her fingers, a
call back to "I dream of genie" and code for 'I am going to disappear
from here, poof." I give her the smallest farewell wave to
acknowledge, message received. We join the other gurls on the sissy
side of the dance hall, where we are all busy stashing purses, coats
and assorted what not. The coat check in the front is soooooo
slooooooowwwwww. I introduce Skyla to more of my friends, I do really,
really want hir to feel accepted. I guess I always feel like a bit of
an outsider sometimes, well maybe a lot of the time, so I know the
feeling. Skyla looks at me and says, "I really don't know how to
dance, I hope no one asks me."
Aha! I think to myself, I may have a solution. I of course sized up
Skyla (as we all do, I suppose, when we meet someone new), and if I
were to guess, I think sie digs other sissies. I'm just seeing where
hir eyes are landing. I certainly have a friend who would dig hir, and
also teaches ballroom dancing. "The rules of this dance is that sissies
only dance with womyn, but in that smaller dance room over there, is a
practice room for sissies. I've got a friend who teaches ballroom
who's super nice. Maybe we can get you on the dance floor, later,
tonight." We go together. I barely get through the door before Babe
spots us both. Let's just say Babe has a type and hir type is
definitely, is one hundred percent Skyla. "Who's your friend, Jezzie?"
says Babe without taking hir eyes off of Skyla. I introduce them and
tell hir that Skyla needs a few dance lessons. I definitely see mutual
interest, a spark or two, perhaps. Mission accomplished. I excuse
myself; Skyla, very warmly thanks me for being in her words 'super',
Babe looks at me like, "you're still here? Get lost, beat it, scram,
vamoose. Stop cramping my style."
I return to the ballroom, and of course see Mistress Beth and "Ms. (As
in Mr.) Ed" on the dance floor. Okay, I've got to get on said dance
floor, because there is no way I am going to be seen by them while
being a 'wallflower.' I scan the crowd, using my sissy radar. 'Must
find dance partner. Hello females, super available.'
I see Val, short for Valkyrie, walking towards me. I catch her eye,
and give her a sly smile, while fanning myself demurely. Val grew up
in our neighborhood, but left Templeton for an all womyn military
academy. She is dressed in her Pioneers ROTC uniform, and I got to
say, I've got a thing for a gal in a uniform. "Is that you Jezzie, I
haven't seen you in a while." Val throws me a killer smile. I
curtsey.
"I love that dress, shall we dance?" She holds out her arm.
"I would love to, Mistress."
It turns out that Val is a really good dancer. She knows how to lead.
She holds me just so, not too tight, but very confidently. We waltz,
we foxtrot, and we even Cha Cha. (Mother had me signed up for ballroom
dancing lessons, just as soon as I made it through the ballet fiasco.)
Even better, Ms. Ed backs into Val, just a little bit and they both see
me with Val. Mission accomplished.
I am a little surprised by Val's interest in me. I've heard on the
grapevine that Val was super into the Pioneers, a militia that is not
thrilled with the major families or the current Matriarchy. The
Matriarchy expands, as it always has, by encouraging women to 'break
free' from the male dominated world, and become 'womyn' of the
Matriarchy and if they want to, they'll show you how to dominate your
husband, boyfriend, ex-husband, friend and make 'him' into a 'hir', a
sissy slave of the Matriarchy. It's a come join the club approach.
And the strategy is based, at its heart, on peaceful coexistence. The
Pioneers and other militia groups have lost patience with a strategy
that may take many more decades, or even centuries to complete, they
want to expand by force. Men are the enemy. Submit or die. Not very
subtle. (And not very realistic, they are vastly outnumbered by the
armies/police force of the 'outside' word. The Matriarchy does not
have a defense budget, it maintains a small civilian police force and
that's it. The 'outside' world has all the tanks, fighter jets, and
nukes.) The militias also don't care for the clan system, they feel
that the 'cards are stacked' against them, and you really cannot
progress in the Matriarchy without 'kissing major clan tit' as they
say. On the other hand, I've known Val since childhood, and right now,
Val is looking super sexy in that uniform, that is for sure. Perhaps
Val has carried a 'flame' for me, or maybe I just looked just desperate
enough? Who knows?
After another lovely dance, swoon, Val let's go of my hand.
"I could use a vape, want to take a break?"
"You're the boss." Womyn love it when we say that, even though it goes
without saying, womyn are always the bosses.
We walk out arm in arm after the music stops. A couple of my friends
give me the 'hey gurl' look, as 'in look at you and your catch.' I
grab my jacket, it's getting cold, and my purse, just in case I need to
fix my face.
As we walk towards the terrace, Val says "my uniform is almost the
exact same shade of green as your lovely dress, I'm sorry but the
pioneers don't take sissies."
I laugh at her joke. Womyn love it when we laugh at their jokes.
"I'm a lover not a fighter Val," I say flirtatiously.
Once outside, Val asks if I smoke. I shake my head.
Val then reaches down to her ankle and takes out a flask. She takes a
swallow and offers it to me. Okay I am pretty 'goody goody two shoes'
but I'm not that much of a 'good gurl', I take a swig. Oh it's pretty
strong, some sort of schnapps I am guessing.
Val starts puffing on her vape. She blows the smoke in my face, very
suggestively. I shutter. I love 'smoke play.' Does she know? Word
gets around. Maybe she guessed.
"You like that?"
"Yes Mistress. I do. Very much."
She blows in my face again. "Like that?"
"Yes, but I want you to do it with disdain, with contempt, mistress."
I fall to my knees, and look up. Val stands over me, with a cruel
streak in her features and calls me a bitch, then blows more smoke into
my face.
I tremble. This really does float my boat.
She picks me up off the ground and we kiss. Her kiss is very
aggressive, she is holding me tightly. She playfully catches my tongue
with her teeth and it pulls it out. A very dominant thing to do with a
sissy. She holds it for a while, making it completely clear, she is in
control. We make out for a while. She finally relents and releases
me. I see her smiling at me, or is she kind of looking past me?
Suddenly a hood goes over my head. 'Oh crap,' I say to myself, 'I'm
being sissy-napped.'
Mila
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