A sissy called Jezebel Part XLIII
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A sissy called Jezebel Part XLII - A sissy's bitch or what a gurl has to
do to get a freaking cuddle around here. (Forgive my little homage to
Rocky & Bullwinkle, 'Find out next time......')
"Uhm, how did you get into my diary?" I queried Irmagard.
"Your sister Abigail generously told me how to pick the lock," she
responds very matter of factly. I've operated under the assumption that
my sweet sisters were getting into my diary, I just stopped caring that
they could read my private thoughts. (Abigail can't possibly be shocked
that I think she can be a real pain in the ass.). Now I guess I have
absolute confirmation that they are doing it.
"So many dream scenarios where you are being 'forced' to have sex with
men or being spanked, whipped, or punished. It's great bedtime reading.
You with lumberjacks, prisoners in jail, soldiers, you've got a real
theme here. Also, you are right, my mistress is a rare bird as they say,
she can get off equally giving and receiving pain, just like me."
"Any other comments?"
"You really love your family, you really want to set a good example for
your younger siblings, and you are very loyal to your friends. I really
admire your inner self. Now get out of my room, you skank!"
"Irmargard!" I stamp my foot. "This is my bedroom, and my nightie, and
my stuffed animal!"
"They are not, they are your mother's and she gave me your room and you
absolutely reek of smoke, if you are going to stay in MY room as MY
guest, you have to get out of that smelly nightgown and take a shower.
Then you can come back and I will decide your fate, or, you could fight
me, throw me out of your room."
She smiles and puts her arms behind head and flexes, her 'guns' (her
biceps) bulge.
"I'm not a fighter, and you would kick my ass, easy."
"Ja. Don't act like you don't love me teasing you. It turns you on.
You know it does. Now get in the shower and make yourself presentable,
chop, chop."
I grimace and walk into my bathroom. Once inside, I give myself a sniff,
okay I do smell like the inside of a wood burning stove. I dive into my
cold shower and brush my teeth. I dry off and return to 'my', allegedly,
bedroom.
"I've selected this lovely ensemble for you."
It's a simple t shirt dress, that can double as a sleep shirt, in avocado
green (a color I don't particularly care for) that says "I'm a very
stupid sissy" on the front and a peach (another color that I am just
'meh' about) cotton panty, that says "pathetic" on the front with an
arrow pointing down to my crotch, which has a bullseye on it. Both
birthday presents were from my older sisters, which mother had me wear,
all the time, so I could show my gratitude to them for their 'thoughtful'
gifts. (Gifts to sissy siblings for their birthday tend to be 'fun' only
for the giftor not the giftee. Besides the messaging, my sisters went
out of their way to pick colors that are not flattering. Then again,
between baking a birthday cake for myself, serving all of it to my
family, I was allowed to lick the cake server, the birthday spankings.
etc.; a sissy's birthday is something you kind of have to just endure.)
I put them on. "You stink much less. You may sleep on the floor."
"Irmy, I don't want to sleep on the floor, in my bedroom, that was loaned
to you for this short duration."
"You want to cuddle?"
"Ja." I say (Hey when in Rome.)
"You can earn your way into my bed. You could even have some die
Revanche, that's German for revenge." Sie turns over, puts a pillow
under thighs and drops her panties, exposing her gorgeous bubble butt.
Sie points to the two paddles that form a cross on the wall over my
headboard of my bed. The paddles are displayed as a constant reminder to
me of my status as a sissy and also as a convenient wake up device, if my
sisters wanted to get me up and serve them in the middle of the night.
I pick up one of the wooden paddles, with the words 'sissy whacker'
inscribed on it. I consider Irmy spitting on me, calling me a cockroach,
wrestling me into painful submission. I am very tempted to start wailing
away on her butt. I hesitate. I've never really spanked a sissy out of
anger, just fun playtime, but not because I wanted to cause pain. That's
not me. I don't....I don't want to hit Irmagard. I just want to hug hir
and you know, do hir hair. I mean I could do it, I'm not that big of a
wimp. But as the great bard said, 'This above all: to thine own self be
true.'
"What are you waiting for? My ass is right here." She lifts it up and
brushes it against the paddle.
I gently kiss each beautiful, sexy ass cheek of Irmagard.
I kneel on the floor holding the paddle out to hir.
Sie sits up. Smirks at me in a very superior kind of way. Kicks the
paddle out of my hand, and sticks her foot, toe first into my mouth. I
suck on hir toes. Sie strokes my chin with hir other foot, eventually
making me shift my attention hir other feet.
"This must be extra humiliating for you Ja? You being submissive to
another sissy. You're supposed to be equal to."
I nod as I continue to suck.
"Stand up." I stand. Sie takes off the other paddle from the wall,(this
one called the 'the pansy paddler') Sie pushes it in my panty and uses
it to scoop out my clitty.
"Look at your clitty trying to break out of its prison. How adorable. A
very simple arousal indicator. Also," she reaches over with hir toes and
rubs my nipples, "your rosebuds are hard as well. Part of you may not
want to admit that you love the abuse, but you do, it's like what Freud
said about the subconscious mind, it leaks out, despite the conscious
mind's attempts to reign it in."
Irmy pats hir lap. Get up here you little bitch. Get on my lap. Pull
down your panties and beg me to spank you. Now." Sie claps.
I simply obey. I place myself over hir lap and pull down panties. "I
beg you Irmagard, spank my ass, please, please spank me."
"Admit it, admit that you are a sissy's bitch."
"I am, I am a sissy's bitch."
Irmagard begins to paddle me, as I groan with each delicious blow. I
feel so decadent, being disciplined by a sissy. It just feels so wrong.
Sie stops.
"You are enjoying this entirely too much. Get up."
Sie hands me one of my maids caps and one of my frilly lace aprons. "Put
those on, go to the kitchen. What goes well with chocolate? Get me some
milk. If you are extra good, perhaps I will share some of my chocolate.
Ja?"
I smile. I just want to go to bed.
I put on the cap and the apron, curtsey and exit MY BEDROOM. Okay my id
is clearly turned on in my subconscious, but my conscious isn't thrilled
about playing slave to Irmagard. Of course, my little sissy clitty is
pulsing in my panties, just to remind me, 'you adore this abuse.' Shut
up subconscious mind! No? Still loving the abuse? Sigh......
I return after a brief excursion to the kitchen with a single glass of
milk on a silver serving platter.
I curtsey, hold it, and present the glass for Irmy. No tricks. I toyed
with throwing it in hir face. My mind flashed to breaking the glass and
slashing hir face screaming 'not so pretty now!!!! Huh Irmy????' No, I
did none of these things. I just watched hir drink hir milk and waited,
demurely. Sie takes a gulp and then "Mmmmmmm so good with chocolate.
Feed me my special maid servant."
I pick up an individual chocolate and plop it in hir mouth. I begin to
feed hir a chocolate and then a sip of milk.
"I think you deserve a taste, Ja?"
I smile. I am simply mad for chocolate, and I never get it. I also know
there has to be a catch.
Sie takes one of the chocolates and smears it onto hir chastity device.
"Suck it you little bitch, clean my cage!" I have a reservation about
doing this. Yes, I already sucked hir cage earlier tonight, but that was
the direction of my mistresses. I was ordered to do it. This is just
two sissies playing around. Well mother is probably fucking a police
captain that is investigating a crime involving the whole family, that's
probably violating a bunch of rules. I drop to my knees, and suck hir
chocolate covered chastity into my mouth, and I suck like the tapeworm
sie is calling me. Once again, although I feel 'dirty' for pleasuring a
sissy's clitty, my own clitty is pounding against it's cage. It is
simply pulsating. It just feels so forbidden. Yes, that's part of the
turn on, being a 'dirty gurl'. Irmy is certainly humping my face. It's
a sissy clitty, it will never lead to deep throating. Sie slows down and
pulls out. Hir point has been made.
"You have earned the right to get in bed with me. Hop aboard, as they
say. As soon as I get in bed with hir, sie starts kissing me and hugging
me. I am now used to hir switching back and forth from meanest
dominatrix-sissy ever to my bestie gurl-pal at the flip of a switch.
Then, because Irmagard is Irmagard, sie grabs my wrists and uses my pink
marabou handcuffs to cuff me to the head board. Sie grabs my ankles and
does the same to my footboard. (My bed had all sorts of locations for
imbolizing me, like any proper sissy bed.)
"So schatzie, do you always tell the truth in your diary? Are you
completely honest, or do you embellish or withhold from it?"
"I write it the way it is. It contains, I think, the essential 'me', at
least as I perceive myself."
"So you've only sucked a man's cock, you've never been fucked?"
"Sadly, true." 'Whoops! Did I want to admit that?'
"So you are a virgin down there," sie presses hir index finger into my
rear through my panties, which results in a low moan by me, "in the sense
you've never had a man cum in your boi pussy?"
"Just specialty dildos filled with gel."
"Get ready for a new section in your diary."
Sie grabs one of my many, many ball gags, and straps it on my face. Sie
reaches into my nightstand and takes out a condom. (For some kinds of
sexy playtime and/or positions, I may wear a condom, to trap my sissy
cream.) Sie rolls it on hir jewel encrusted cage, and then lubes it up.
Sie takes out a pair of scissors and clips off the tip. The condom is to
help make my impending deflowering a little more comfortable, considering
hir chastity cage is 'blinged out', but the tip is removed, since
Irmagard can't get me pregnant, and sie wants me to feel hir climaxing,
shooting hir sissy cream into my boi-pussy.
"You've been fucked my little Schlampe, now you are going to be bred."
Sie pulls down my panties. I'm excited. This is absolutely crazy, but
sure, why not? Irmagard has used me every other way tonight. It still
feels wrong. If mother walks in on us, tied up or not, she would have a
fit. I would be in sooooooooooooo much trouble. I find myself breathing
harder. My id is screaming to me, 'you want to get fucked don't you?
You little dirty sissy!' As Irmagard shifts around so sie can mount me
from the side, sie accidentally knocks over Sir Percy to the floor.
That won't do! I start to shake my head and point towards Sir Percy on
the floor with my head.
"What? The stuffed animal?"
I nod vigorously.
Sie picks him up. "Does he have a name? Does he like to watch?" Sie
loosens my gag, but leaves it strapped on.
"His name is Sir Percy, he's a very good friend, and yeah, he's seen a
lot." (Since I've achieved the age of consent, mother has been fairly
'generous' in giving her permission to my sisters' horny friends and to
her and Valerie's friends who want to take a 'ride' on the famous
McCarthur split tongue. Let's just say, just because I get put to bed
early, doesn't always mean I get to sleep through the night, without a
'surprise' visitor or two. Of course, especially with my sisters'
friends, I haven't really a clue whether mother approved our "romantic
interlude" or not, it's not like she gives them a permission slip, and I
sure as heck know it's not my place to ask.)
"How about this one?" Sie finds my stuffed octopus. "That's Captain
Otto. He's also a favorite."
Sie finds my stuffed dragon. "That's Lockheed, he's very loyal."
"All of your stuffed animals are boys, you little slut?"
"We have gone on thousands of magical adventures together growing up, and
yes, for some reason, they are all boys."
Sie arranges them around the bed. "Now they can join you on your
remarkable journey to the magical land of sissy boi-pussy fucking land."
Sie tightens the gag around my mouth, and repositions me face down, on
the bed. Sie parts my ass cheeks and enters me. I groan. Not from the
size. Irmy's pretty petite down there, but the cage, the cage is not
comfortable. I try to speak through the gag. The first thing I say
sounds like "mmmmm llllbbbbbeeee."
Irmy stops and waits.
I say in a very muffled manner, "mmmmooorrreee lubbbbbeeee pleaseeeee."
Irmy withdraws, and slathers my boi-pussy generously, in lube. (I mean
there's pain and then there's PAIN!!)
Sie reinserts, and starts humping me, slowly. "Better, shatzie?"
I nod. It's not super comfortable down there, it's still metal, but the
discomfort, yeah I can work with that.
Irmy really starts humping me. This is clearly a big thrill for hir.
I'm sort of into it, but part of me, is well, feeling a little weird
about it, as well. Irmy starts making a racket. What if we get caught?
Does sie want us to get caught? Then sie climaxes, as sie digs hir nails
into my shoulder blades, and I feel hir sissy cream shooting into me. OH
MY GODDESS! Feeling that hot liquid squirt inside of me!!! That really
gets me off. I scream through my gag, into the pillows as I thrash
around in a stupendous sissy-gasm.
"Now you are bred my little Schlampe! You will always, always be mine."
Sie waits for my orgasm to subside, then sie whispers into my ear, "let
this be a little reminder that you are my bitch." Sie moves to the nape
of my neck and bites, giving me a giant hickey. That sends me right back
into another sissy-gasm. I start thrashing around again. (I guess the
stuffed animals are getting a good show.) Sie finally releases and then
starts kissing me very gently on the back of the neck. Sie withdraws,
ungags me, unties me, turns out the light and spoons with me. Finally, I
get my fucking cuddle time. (I grab Sir Percy, Irmy can have Otto or
Lockheed. Mine!) Sheesh! What a gurl has to do to get a freaking cuddle
around here.
Mother lets everyone sleep in until 9:30 am, but by gum, we were going to
go to school! (Just a little late.) Irmy, Hepzibah, and I get my
siblings dressed, and we all enjoy a delicious meal of cold cereal. The
media is still outside, but mother has a plan. We tromp out the back
door, just as Irmy and Aunty Eden depart in Godzilla out the front, to go
home. (Thus distracting the media.) The back gate leads into a little
woods with a stream that we cross on an old beaver dam, and back into a
little more woods. When we get out of the little thicket of trees,
waiting on the grass by the road, is our neighbor's monster SUV. (Perhaps
it's Rodan or Mothra?) Mistress Right, (our neighbor and good friend to
our family) throws to mother the keys, and stops my mother from even
attempting to thank her. And away we go to school.
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