A Sissy called Jezebel Part CXXXII
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A sissy called Jezebel Part XXXI- The great dildo hunt BEGINS!
As we pull into the observatory entrance I tell mother to go up to the
specific parking lot where I found Piper's car, it would make sense to
work our way from there. I see about a dozen cars, and a lot of family
already waiting for us.
"Totally stacked deck, right mother?"
Mother squeezes my hand, "just don't drop your panties and moon the
entire panel telling them to 'fuck off', well they may actually like
that. Totally rigged. Hundred percent."
Mother puts me in a ball gag, and a sissy pet harness, in both in pink
leather, and attaches an extendable leash to it, for appearances sake.
We head out of the car. There is a great deal of hugging and kissing
from a score of powerful clan womyn with my mother. I simply hold a
formal full curtsey, legs crossed and skirt raised, eyes down, since it
would be less distracting than me bouncing up down every five seconds.
A couple of my older great aunts and cousins who haven't seen me in
'age', are pinching my cheeks and telling me how much I've grown and
how I am just so cute. I get a few bear hugs, but it's now time for the
great dildo hunt! Mother ungags me, and also unhooks the leash, they
were really just for the arrival and greeting. I make my way up the
trail, retracing my steps from last night, with the entire squad of
esteemed family behind me. I orient myself, and find the tree where my
clothing was ditched, you can see a few sequins from Hepzibah's lovely
and now damaged purse.
I continue on to where the car was packed. I can see my footprints in
the dirt. "It was here mother. We were parked here." Mother walks up
to me and hugs me. I whisper to her, "I'm not upset. Quite frankly,
it's that anger thing again. I may be a sissy, a mere sissy, but
'don't mess' with my family, I'm McCarthur through and through."
Mother gives me another squeeze. She whispers, "that's my gurl."
"They were both thrown over my head and over that cliff there." We
all walk to the cliff, The drop is about fifty feet. "It was dark,
and I could barely see the cliff, but I guess they fell twenty feet
away, maybe further."
We all look and see nothing but scrub. Mother says, "well finding
Jezzie's dildo shouldn't be too tough it was about three feet long and
thicker than my thigh, such a tramp Jezzie, but hir chastity, talk
about nano-sized, truly a needle in a haystack." The family has a
chuckle at my expense.
Two of cousin Esther's foxhounds take my scent (aha! That's why mommy
didn't drown me in a vat of perfume like usual, at the truckstop), and
the majority of the group head down a trail that winds down to the base
of the cliff, with the dogs barking like they would if they were
tracking an escaped convict or Frankenstein's Monster. I stay behind,
since my scent would throw off the dogs with some of my older family
members, who really shouldn't take on that trail. Mother is
coordinating some sort of food delivery, but is planning on joining the
search party. I don't know that much about search dogs, but the area
is limited, I just think it won't take long. It takes maybe ten
minutes for the dogs and the various McCarthurs to follow the trail to
the base. Mother and I wave and point from the edge of the cliff and
point, which actually helps orient the search party. Mother is
chatting with the team on her phone.
"It's actually better we stayed up here, so we can help them spread out
effectively." We continue pointing (we kind of look like we are trying
to give directions to a landing plane), and the foxhounds are released.
Within a minute or two, the dogs strike and find my chastity belt, a
minute later the plug. Our family honor is saved. Hooray.
Mother makes plans for the two groups to meet at a picnic area, still
on the observatory grounds. As we arrive, an enormous coffee order is
delivered with gallons of cappuccinos, lates, mochas, and a sissy
coffee for me, but with some fat free cocoa. Mother also ordered a
bunch of scones, muffins and other treats, for the family.
I am practically drooling at the food. Mother whispers to me in a sing-
song voice, "someone has the munchies." She hands me two low fat,
sugar free, vegetable multigrain muffins, perfect for the sissy-on-
the-go. We sit down and the group chats about this and that. Mother
then takes charge. "First, thank you all for helping find our lost
property. It is a point of honor to recover them. The events that
took place last are troubling. I'll start, but Jezzie why don't you
take us from Beth's house until you find Piper.
I tell my story, with occasional questions, primarily from one of my
cousins who is a lawyer, usually, for clarification. On the lighter
side, there are multiple questions about horseface. I mean a comparison
is inevitable. Someone finds a picture of hir on-line, leading to lots
of equine related jokes. I didn't even call hir horseface during my
interview, honest. At the point where I figure out that Beth is in the
car with me for the sissy-napping, my lawyer cousin asks how good was
my memory of Beth's voice. I explain that later, when I am briefly not
blindfolded, that I saw Beth's beautiful curly brunette hair, still
styled the same way from when I saw her at the dance. There are more
questions about the numbers of Pioneers when I see them in the woods.
"You were scared."
"Yes."
"It was dark."
"You were being bullied."
"Yes."
"So it might have been less, and just looked like a lot more."
"I can only tell you what I saw, Mistress." One of my cousins says "oh
it's at least thirty. This just dropped on one of those militia
sites." She passes around a picture from my sissy napping by the
Pioneers posing with me tied up, blindfolded and naked in front. There
are probably about two dozen pictures.
Mother reviews the posting and says, "they are very careful to skirt
the law here. They make it clear that it's 'just' a sissy-napping and
the clan was powerless to prevent it, and the threats they make are
very veiled, and political. But the comments on the posting are
horrendous."
"Oh crap, this series is terrifying," says one of my cousins. She
shows the photos to my mother. Mother stands up and walks away visibly
upset. Several of our family members 'chase her down' and engage with
her. I can guess which pictures set her off. Those are passed around
as well. It's the 'gun' pictures. I had no way to realize, being
blindfolded, they all had rifles. There's the picture of the rifle
barrel jammed in my mouth. Another of almost all of them pointing
their rifles at me while I am prone on the ground.
"That must have been terrifying for you, Jezzie," says one of my Aunts.
"It was Aunt Gertrude, but I could only feel the gun barrels and I
didn't think, I mean rationally, that I was going to get shot, but yes,
I was scared as shit, pardon my language."
Mother has composed herself and has returned. "I am so sorry Joannah,
that is such a terrible violation of your rights as a mother and no one
wants to see your child threatened with, well an execution," says Aunt
Gertrude. Mother nods and several family members hug her. "Jezebel
told me about this, but it's.... it's very different when you see it.
Let's continue."
The clan looks much more troubled after viewing the pictures. I return
to the story about being unlocked, the sex with Val, and then my being
set free, and the finding of my sweet paladin, Piper. (I skip the part
about Tammii and I putting on a show for Piper, you know for editorial
reasons.) Mother quickly adds, "Lois, your daughter was super, as
always."
Piper's mother Lois, says, in a good natured way, "your spawn seems to
have glossed over the part about what my 'precious Piper' and Tammii
were doing here in her car, at make-out point. The same Tammii that
Piper has said to me, with a straight face, about a thousand times,
that they are just 'friends.' I mean, really how dense does my
daughter think I am?"
One of our other cousins pipes in, "I am sure they were just working on
their Geometry homework, or in Piper's case, orbital mechanics."
My mother says, "let's try to stay focused girls. But go ahead Lois,
ask away."
I leap in with, "they were reciting poetry to each other. That's it,
Poetry. Wordsworth or perhaps it was Coleridge." I josh.
"See Lois, that certainly checks out. That's enough out of you,
Missy Smarty Panties."
The family laughs at the general silliness.
Mother adds, "you should probably bring up what happened with 'Spacy
Macy', her behavior was, well terrible, I think the family should
know."
"Poor Jezzie looks like sie's ready to slump over right now, I can
probably help the story along," says Cousin Kezia with a sly smile.
"Do tell, Kezia," says my mother with a grin.
"Oh Joannah, as you know, I have my spies everywhere, I can probably
confirm some of the Macy madness and numbskullery. My triplets were
there for that somewhat tragic sissy sleepover," explains Cousin Kezia.
"Dang it," I say reflexively, "I am sorry Mistress K for speaking out
of turn, I didn't mean to interrupt, I'm disappointed about not hanging
out with your spawn, they are always such a trip." The rest of the
family nods in agreement.
"A trip? More like the Shackleton Expedition, every day of my life,"
Cousin Kezia, says with a wink. She continues, "Anyhow, the gurls had
heard you were coming, and you were not the only sissy coming from the
dance, but then you mysteriously disappeared with Val and couldn't be
found; so the whole sleepover was abuzz with that tidbit, after the
other sissies from the dance arrived. Then you show up super late,
being dropped off by that 'total dreamboat' Piper, their words, and
never join the sleepover. Meanwhile the house is reeking in pot, the
'friends' of Macy are just down right rude to the sissies, the home is
a wreck, I mean the event is supposed to be fun, right? Then the gurls
all start hearing sex noises, so ......, well normally I would be
aghast, but under the circumstances I kind of give them a free pass,
the triplets sneak out and spy through the keyhole and see Jezzie all
trussed in a body bag, worshiping a number of womyn. Joannah, they
texted me, but I didn't see it until the morning. Here's a shot they
took through the keyhole of, well someone, all trussed up and in-
between some womyn's thighs."
The camera shot is passed around. I'm shown the shot, you can see my
pink hair from behind. I add, "some may say that is my best side, the
back of my head." I get several guffaws for that remark. Mother looks
at it, and simply glares into the phone. She's still pissed.
"I should have told you right away Joannah, definitely my bad, but I
wanted to scout it out first. My gurls, I mean they are only fourteen,
and they are very honest, but they kind of act like an echo chamber,
after it's bounced off the second and then the third brain, it gets
amplified. I was trying to give Macy the benefit of the doubt, but
ladies I could smell the pot from up the street. When I got there,
'hurricane Joannah' had just left , and Macy was very, very shook up,
which serves that idiot right. I gave her some of my mind as well. In
short, she was probably using Jezzie to probably pay off drug debts or
something, it's really very slimy."
I am fading fast. Mother asks the jury to make a ruling about me so I
could be excused while the adults discussed the developments.
"We are prepared to vote," says Aunt Tildie, the eldest present, the
sissy should be kneeling and begging us for mercy."
"Not in the dirt in that cream sweater dress, sie is! Jezzie can kneel
on the picnic bench," says my mother.
I kneel, slightly elevated and beg them. My family is not taking this
part very seriously. The jury makes smart remarks like "I expect more
rending of garments" and "sie hasn't said once that sie doesn't want
to live anymore due to the shame." The jury holds its hands out and
gives me a thumbs up, and a big smile of approval, it has to be
unanimous, I could be convicted on just one vote. That formality out
of the way. Mother leads me to the car, so the womyn can talk, no
stupid sissies allowed. She puts a couple of blankets around me. I'm
out like a light in a second.
Mother wakes me up, and tells me to say goodbye to my departing family.
"How long have I been....?"
"It's noon dear."
I get out of the car and many of my relations are near the car.
"I find Jezzie guilty of being simply precious," says one Aunt.
"I find Jezzie to be a clone of hir mother with a cute Maxwell button
nose, honestly Joannah it's like looking into a time machine," says
Aunt Tildie.
Many of my cousins who don't know me as well as some of my older
relatives, give me a typical goodbye for a sissy, a simple pat on the
head, and saying "who's a good sissy?" or "be a good gurl."
With my family who has seen me grow up, some hugging, some stroking my
hair, or scratching my chin, and lots of pinching to my cheeks, the
face and the lower ones. I am curtseying up and down like a bobbin on
a sewing machine (or a nymphomaniac in a dildo factory, whatever
metaphor floats your boat.) Eventually, we get through our many, many
relations and head off in mother's car.
Mother says, "we decided to inform the entire family about the pioneer
threat, we are all going to have to be more careful, and we are going
to confront Macy about her behavior as a group. So we are off!"
"Where to next, Mommy?"
"Well if you must know...."
"I must, mother, I simply must."
"As much as I would like to take you home so you can crash, I am
getting to be late for Abigail's Show jumping event, and so off we go."
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