A Sissy called Jezebel Part CXXXII
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A sissy called Jezebel Part XXXII - More sexy nap time for our favorite
sissy, will Jezebel (aka Georgette) have a good time?
"That's right, I forgot, mother. My sports event was Saturday, Abby's is
today."
"You can nap in the car, dear. I'll fetch you, if she makes the finals,
so you can cheer her on."
Once we get to the parking lot, there's a surprise for me. Mistress
Ismeralda is waiting for me on her 'hog.' When she sees me, I get a
huge smile. She is so sweet to me. Mother says, "Ismeralda has been
asking about you nonstop, so I decided to get you a cuddle buddy for
your nap.'' I get out of the car, and try to curtsey, but my darling
Ismy puts me in a huge bear hug, lifting my feet right off the ground.
"We were sooooo worried about last night. What a relief."
Meanwhile, my feet are still off the ground and I really can't breathe.
Mistress Ismy finally, let's me down, and kiss my forehead, lovingly.
She then basically starts hugging me again, this time basically forcing
my head right into her ample bosoms and stroking my hair , and telling
me that she is so happy to see me. My mother is trying not to crack up.
"Ismeralda was helping Valerie work on her motorcycle, when we decided
to set up this cuddle date. We let her pick out a special nightgown for
you to wear. So strip, dear."
I remove my clothing and Ismy hands me one of my most sissyish over the
top nighties. It is completely pink with tiers of white lace, the skirt
is an empire waist that stops at my bellybutton revealing a sissy rhumba
panty that is equally covered in ruffles of lace. Once I put it on, the
look of pure joy on Ismy's face is wonderful. I guess she likes her
sissies ultra-gurly. Mother hands me a pacifier, a pink lacy blindfold,
and my Maribou pink arm and ankle cuffs, so I can be properly
'restrained' for nap time. She gives the key to Mistress Ismy. Mother
has me undress Ismy. She is wearing a leather body suit for the ride. I
have to reach up, to pull her zipper down, she is about a foot taller
than me. She is wearing a fairly feminine pink brazier, that is
fighting a war with gravity and mass, with Ismy's sizable tits, which
basically smack in my face as I unzip her chest. 'bonk.' I unzip her
down to her crotch and pull down her suit to her legs and find an
equally sexy matching panty. (I love it when 'butch' womyn wear
something sexy and feminine, underneath. Sure I love the fact that
Mistress Ismy towers over me, and is covered in muscles, but why do so
many womyn, who have the complete liberty to dress as they wish, wear
such plain Jane ugly underwear, I mean come on girls, live a little.)
Mother throws Ismy the car keys and Ismy thanks my mother repeatedly for
her 'fantastic, awesome idea' that we have some cuddle time. Mother
gives me a fun wink, and takes off for the riding grounds. We put down
the rear car seats, and we roll out some of mother's yoga mats, and
climb in. Ismy locks up my hands and wrists, I move to put in my
pacifier, and Mistress Ismy says, "oh I think my tongue may work just as
well as that pacifier for now." She climbs on top of me, I love feeling
her body weight on top of me. "Crush me," I whisper. We make out, for
a while. My dominant is completely in charge of the scene, as she
passionately 'french kisses' with me. I'll kiss, until she decides to
stop. She rolls off of me, sticks in my pacifier. She delicately
places on my blindfold, and positions me to lie on my back with my head
on her chest and my butt between her muscular thighs. She places one
hand over my crotch, cupping my chastity, and wraps her other arm across
my chest with her hand resting on my breasts. She whispers to me all
sorts of lovely things about how I am her special little sissy, and
she's here to take care of her little pixie. I fall back asleep in a
'New York' minute.
I awake with Mistress Ismy basically humping my leg. We must have
shifted in our sleep, we are now spooning on our sides. I feel her
nipples pressed against my back, they are definitely hardened and
swollen. My darling dominant Ismy is horned up, big time. Now mother
made it clear that this a 'cuddle' which is sexy napping time, not, you
know 'fuck each other's brains out' time, and quite frankly mother is an
elected official, she doesn't want us 'going at it' in her car, in a
public parking lot. (Although mother did park us between some unused
horse trailers, kind of blocking us from public view.). Regardless, I
have a solution. I kick my legs through my arms, so now my hands are
behind my back, and I very slowly move my fingers down Mistress Ismy's
stomach and towards her groin. I get to her panties, and play with the
waistband for a minute, playfully tugging on it. Then I head under her
panties, until I get to her very swollen clitoris. (I wish my sissy
clitty was as sensitive as a real clitoris, I know life isn't 'fair' for
a sissy, but goddess we certainly lost the genetic lottery on that
point.) I very carefully rub her clit with a circular motion. A little
'finger banging' is appropriate behavior in most cuddle situations.
Mistress Ismy's breathing becomes ragged and she starts moaning and
repeating the words 'yes.' I continue my very delicate ministrations,
careful to not jab her with my fingernail, and certainly careful to
maintain friction, but not cause any discomfort to my inamorata. I
clearly am hitting the right 'note' as Ismy begins to really moan and
then the shaking begins; I am not surprised in the least that Mistress
Ismy climax is a frenzy of energy, truly a volcanic eruption. I am so
happy to give her such pleasure. As her orgasm subsides, the hatchback
opens up, and I hear my mother's voice, "well clearly nap time has
ended, I thought there might be an earthquake, but I noticed that only
my car was rocking."
'Oh shit, I think to myself busted.' I pull out my hand from her
panties, but I am sure mother totally saw it.
"Oh Hi Mrs. M., how is your daughter doing in the jumping competition?"
says Mistress Irmy, still breathing hard, but trying to salvage her
remaining dignity.
"Oh very well Ismeralda, she placed in the finals. And what do you have
to say for yourself my little nymph?" Mother pulls off my blindfold
and pulls out my pacifier.
"I just wanted to make my Mistress happy, so ......" I stop and shake
my head, 'don't be an idiot, just take your lumps', I think to myself,
so I continue "I have no excuse, mother. I was disobedient with your
wishes. I........ should be punished."
"Ahem. Nap time is nap time you little trollop. You will be suitably
corrected."
Ismy face looks she just swallowed a roach. She starts to speak,
probably something in my defense.
"A sexy punishment Ismeralda, a suitable sexy punishment. A rule was
broken, but I shall figure out something, appropriate. I mean, I don't
mean to trivialize any rule breaking, but I'm not going 'psycho' over a
hand job."
"Well in that case-" Mistress Ismeralda gives my butt a sharp pinch
that causes me to yip. "Can I watch?" she says with a huge grin.
We both dress. Mistress Ismeralda is heading back to our house, to
continue working on the 'hogs, and I am off to root for my sister,
Abigail, who may medal for the first time this year. Before we depart,
Ismy puts me in another bear hug, lifting me off the ground easily and
spinning with me. "Best nap ever!!!!" I am placed gently on the
ground. She hops on the motorcycle and pulls out.
My mother is laughing really hard. "I keep thinking of the Bugs bunny
cartoon with the Abominable Snowman, 'I will name him George and I will
hug him and squeeze him.' You may get a new nickname, perhaps
'Georgette', seems appropriate."
Now properly dressed, we both head towards the stands at the riding
grounds.
"Did she ask for the, what do you kids call it, a fingerbang?"
"Not expressly, mother, I took my own initiative, but I will say that
she was humping my thigh pretty hard, and her nipples were like
diamonds, so I just took it as a non-verbal cue, and mother, as you
well know, I am a pleaser."
"An all too eager pleaser, silly bunny rabbit." Mother pinches my ear.
Abigail has always been a 'horse girl.' She was always off to riding
camp and started to become a 'serious' rider while in Middle School.
Mother was a famous Pentathlete, and competed in international
competitions. So we all have had riding lessons. (The twins will start
on Ponies soon.) I, of course, learned to ride as a proper sissy does,
side saddle of course. Before mother's back became such a problem, we
would often take family horse back riding trails all the time.
Francisca and I always enjoyed horseback riding, but Abigail loved it.
She never seemed more happy then when she was riding. Then came the
(probably inevitable) begging for a horse. It was non-stop, and let's
face it, mother could buy her a score of horses and not have to really
think about it. The deal was made. It was HER horse. No one else,
especially yours truly, was going to be 'shanghaied' into caring for
Cinnamon. (Guess her color? Just guess.) Mother has kept her to it.
I've barely had to lift a finger in caring for Cinnamon. Just an
occasional carrot, and some emergency assistance when Abby got hit hard
with a flu last year. (Luckily for us, Cinnamon is stabled at a
neighbor's house within walking distance, well a short hike really.)
The show jumping is quite exciting. It's a timed event with the horses
and the riders jump over the obstacles trying to avoid deductions for
failure, to clear the obstacles or a 'knockdown.' I've been to enough
of these events to have a 'handle' on the scoring, so when the first
riders run through the course without any deductions and both with
really good times, the pressure is on for our Abby-girl. Abby looks
nervous, but even though she brushes one of the bars on her last jump,
it stays on, both mother and I gasp on that last jump. Third place and a
personal best on a tough course, with more experienced riders, not bad
big Sis. She dismounts and we walk down to spend the rest of the event
with her. Mother gives her a big hug, and Abby even gives me a smile
and a wave, very different from the usual "what is this slimy thing I
stepped in' look I usually get. She has three more riders to beat to
win the bronze. The first rider's horse hesitates early on. It takes
several tries to reign in the now skittish horse. When the horse gets
to the highest obstacle, the horse completely balks. The second rider
has the same problem, sometimes, the horses simply spook each other and
that horse also balks. The last rider is good, and is faster than Abby,
but fate is in favor of the McCarthurs today, she knocks two bars off
the last jump.
We stay for the medal ceremony, and then we take off. Abigail has to
help get her beloved horsey back to the stables, and we have to get
ready, afterall, it is Halloween or All Hallows' Eve, if you want to be
more formal.
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