A sissy called Jezebel Part XVI
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A Sissy called Jezebel Part LX - Agent Deavers makes an 'impression' on
Jezzie, both physically and on a psychoneuroendocrinologically (say that
one seven times fast, I dare you) level. We learn that Jezebel
struggled with making friends as a 'tween' and Jezebel's mother doesn't
know 'diddly poop about architecture'.
I am led towards a fallen tree trunk. Mother says, "This will do,
Jezzie climb up and lean over the trunk." I lean over the trunk, with
my rump facing Agent Deavers. My chastity gets tighter. Sigh. I am
becoming predictable. My skits are thrown over my head and my panties
are pulled down, exposing my ass to my dominants.
"I truly admire your work Agent Deavers. You are an artist with that
strap. Do you train professionally?" asks Mommy.
"No Mrs. M. I adopt pound sissies and break them in, and then sell
them, as a hobby." 'Pound Sissies' are men that have voluntarily
surrender their masculinity to the Matriarchy, and are kept in 'pounds',
sometimes for months awaiting an opening in sissy 'high heel' camp.
Womyn are free to adopt them, if they are so inclined to take on a
'project' and break them in.
"I just love crushing their outwardly masculine exterior and finding the
inner whimpering sissy, that's inside all so called men. I've got two
of them at home right now. One's almost ready for sale, the little
bitch."
"They are lucky to be taken in by an artist like you, Agent Deavers."
"Yeah, I like the journey, especially early on, when they resist the
training. It turns me on, when they start to break and start sobbing
and begging for mercy. On the other hand, I do have to admire your sissy
Mrs. M, the ones that are multi-generational sissies like Jezzie here,
they are just so naturally submissive and pretty, I certainly see the
advantages. I mean hir ass is just that perfect pert butt, it just begs
to be spanked."
Mistress Deavers pats my exposed butt. As a sissy, you get used to
being discussed by your dominants, as though you are not even there.
"Maybe, after I sell a few more of my 'pound gurls', I'll find the right
sissy with proper breeding, make myself an 'honest' womyn. I certainly
could go home to a sissy like this one, every evening." She pats my
ass again, causing me to tremble.
"Unfortunately, hir ass is attached to hir mouth, that I have to listen
to, this one think's Sie's a comedian. Let's take that cross hatch all
the way from the upper thigh, down hir leg, to hir ankles." Yikes,
that's going to hurt. I'm not in Irmagard's or Hepzibah's league when
it comes to pain tolerance. My tights are pulled down, exposing my
legs. "Abby go around the trunk and stretch out Jezzie so sie doesn't
squirm or wriggle too much." Abby climbs over the trunk and grabs my
wrists pulling me a little further over the top of the trunk. She is
looking at me right in the eyes. The first blow lands and I whimper.
Abby looks at me as tears begin to run down my eyes. She is smiling, but
there's another look as well? Is she intrigued? Is she jealous? The
second blow lands. I wail in response. The upper thighs are so
sensitive. Abby is still giving me a strange look. She isn't quite
jealous of Agent Deavers striking me, I think she may be jealous of me
getting whipped? Do Abby and I have something in common? Abby winks at
me as the blows land. I try not to kick my legs or squirm. A good
sissy takes her corrections with grace, but this is difficult, agent D
knows how to inflict pain. Agent Deavers finds her stride, and takes
her blows down my leg, ending at the bottom of my calf. I howl with
each blow. I try so hard to stay still, to be that perfect target, but I
still have an involuntary reflex. I redouble my efforts to stay 'THE
FUCK STILL YOU MISERABLE EXCUSE OF A SISSY!' I yell to myself in my
head. She gets to the bottom of my calf. Mother and Agent Burrows
applaud. Abby let's go of my wrists, and pouts at me and rubs her eyes
pantomiming that she is crying. Like poor little you. That look she
gave me before, it's gone. The Sphinx had returned. Oh Abigail, I may
be on to you. Girl!!!
I very carefully pull myself off the log. I am very unsteady on my feet
and Agent Deavers helps prop me up. My legs are shaking from Mistress
Deavers' not so gentle ministrations. Despite the pain, well because of
the pain, my sissy clitty is pulsing against it's little prison. Yep, I
am totally turned on. I look at Agent Deavers through my tears and
smile. I can't help myself, I am just putty in this strong womyn's
hands.
"Ahem, you little vixen, it was your flirting that got you over that log
little missy. Have you learned nothing?" reproaches mother.
I pull my eyes away from sexy Agent D. "I'm not made of stone mother."
Although I appear to be falling like a rock for her. This gurl's going
to get hir little sissy heart crushed again.
"I understand that, Agent D is right up your alley, but talk about live
and don't learn. We are running out of 'acreage' that is free up for
whipping,"
"Sie's just showing hir dominant some respect, Mrs. M, that's all," says
Agent Deavers as she pats my head.
I notice both Mother and Abby glance at each other and roll their eyes.
Sorry mommy and Abby, this gurl is going for it. I give her my full on
'puppy dog' eyes, and then look down submissively.
Mistress Deavers pushes me to my knees and sticks two of her fingers
into my mouth as I suck on them. The act of fellatio is always very
comforting for me. Mistress Deavers continues to stroke my hair and
say, "who's my special sissy?"
"It's always critical for the dominant to bond with her submissive after
a severe correction. Give the sissy some positive reinforcement." I
look at her making eye contact as I suck away on her fingers, like a
good submissive. She pulls out her finger with the always gratifying
'pop' noise. Then she pushes my head against her crotch, and strokes my
hair. She's making sure I get a real good whiff of her pheromones. I'm
sure she has been aroused by whipping me. Sissies are all conditioned
to equate a womyn's pheromones with climaxing. Agent D is imprinting
her scent on me, on my little sissy brain. I breathe deeply through my
nostrils. My whole body shudders. When mother first started to
supervise my masturbations, (before she started dating Mistress
Valerie), I wore Mistress Steele's (our neighbor) used panties over my
face, with the crotch panel right over my nose. I felt ridiculous as I
bounced up and down on my dildo exercise/bouncy ball. (I would wash her
delicates and return them to Mrs. Steele's residence and pick up a new
bundle of freshly used undies.) Mother also would have me take a snort
of 'sissy poppers', synthetic womyn's pheromones as well. The
connection is made like Pavlov's dog, a womyn's pheromones trigger a
strong sexual attraction in a sissy, forming a reciprocal loop. We'll do
things to pleasure our mistresses, to release that scent that triggers
our pleasure centers, so strongly. Mistress Deavers gives up any
pretense that she's just stroking my hair, and moves my nose right
between her legs. I sniff her like a bloodhound and I lose myself in
the ecstasy of her aroma. If my sissy clitty wasn't plugged right now,
I am sure I would be creaming my panties, big time, right now.
"Break it up you two," says mother light heartedly.
"Yeah, rent a room," adds my sarcastic sister.
Mistress Deavers simply walks away leaving me on my knees and lusting
for more of her spectacular aroma. Jezzie, get your knickers on and
help these ladies onto their mounts, chop chop." Mother claps her hands
to get me out of my trance. I leap up.
I crouch on the ground next to Agent Burrows' horse so she can use my
hunched over back as a step up as she mounts her horse. I do the same
for the rest of the womyn, imitating a foot stool. There's no sissy for
me to step on (not that it would be appropriate), luckily for me,
Icelandic horses are a small breed. The two agents tell us to wait a
minute so they can get ahead and behind the trail. Once alone, mother
signals us to pull up next to her.
"I really want us to arrive at the same time at the McArthur mansion and
the car was always going to beat us, so they took the twins to a petting
zoo and then a playground, but then they found out there was going to be
a puppet show, so we needed a little interlude. How does my little
submissive feel?"
"Really turned on mother, maybe I am being a little too honest. But if
I may be so bold...."
"You may."
"I think that's where you want to leave me, so I am going to be a bit
like a champagne bottle that's been shook up, tonight."
"Everyone likes a good show, dear. Anyhow, I know both of you are dying
to see the family mansion, and we are almost there, but I am sort of
dreading it. I guess I am asking you for your support."
"You've got it mother," says Abby.
"Of course, mommy," I chime in.
Abby shakes her head and smiles.
"Yes dear?"
"Well it's just the two of you, you're so connected. Both Francisca and
I were always a little jealous of it."
"I'd like to think that I am not playing favorites and....."
"It's not that mother. I mean you are really good about that, it's just
that Jezzie is such a clone of you, mother. You react the same ways to
things, make the same face gestures. You are less aware of it because
you can't see yourselves, but it's like watching a mime, pantomiming
someone else. Just that moment when you asked for support, you had the
exact same expression on your face. It's kind of funny that neither of
you are aware of it. Even now, the way you are reacting to what I am
saying, you are both looking at me with the exact same expression."
I stick out my tongue and cross my eyes. Mother sees me doing it, and
does the same. Abby just grimaces.
Mother pats me on the head and says "Well, monkey see, monkey do, I
guess."
"May I have a banana mother?"
You'll spoil your dinner, dear."
"Forget I said anything," says Abby in mock annoyance.
We hear a whistle from up front, the signal that security is in
position. Mother bolts off first and starts singing, "Me and my shadow
Strolling down the avenue......." Abby smiles at the joke and takes
off, and I follow along as the caboose. I'm very much used to family
members and friends saying that I look just like my mother, except for
my Maxwell nose, but I didn't realize that I was copying mother's
reactions so much that it was bothering my sisters. (I don't think for
an instant mother is copying me.) Francisca has a few of mother's
features, but her fiery red hair and freckles clearly came from the
sperm donor. The Matriarchy has thousands of strains of sperm that any
womyn can access, but besides knowing the health and characteristics of
the donor, the actual identity of the man is totally unknown. It keeps
that donor from 'butting' in on a Matriarchal family. Francisca,
Abigail, and the twins are from different sperm donors. Since several
strains are high in demand, and the Matriarchy has to maintain
biodiversity, so in order to keep a family from 'hogging' a high demand
strain, for those strains, it?s one and done for families. Abigail
looks more McCarthurish than Francisca. She has the McCarthur aquiline
features, including the hawkish nose, but she really looks more like
Aunty Eden than mother.
I catch up to Abigail. "We are almost there, can you believe it?" I
say to Abby.
"I wish Francisca was here with us. You know the original team that was
going to ?storm the castle? and solve the mysteries. It was fun."
"I doubt that this is a ?one off?, Super Fran can go with us when she?s
here on Winter Break, but yeah, I totally get it, I want Fran-tastic
here with us, right now."
I look at my sister Abby. She?s got her ?force shields? up right now,
not letting me ?read? her. Abigail doesn?t know it, but she probably
saved my social life. When I was in elementary school, I had a number
of sissy friends, and it was easy to make friends. You just had to be
nice. That was easy for me. And you had to have some common interests
like sewing. Once we got older, that dreaded awkward pre-teen time, I
was having huge problems socially, well huge to me. I was having such a
problem reading social cues. Cliques were forming and suddenly I was on
the outside looking in. I ?stupidly? said what I felt, and was very
direct with my fellow classmates. I?ve always had to ?work? at reading
social cues. It has never come naturally to me. Suddenly those to me,
those ?tiny hidden? clues meant everything. No one seemed to be able
to be direct about anything. I was ?overthinking? every conversation
and every encounter. I was hit with the ?sie?s just weird stick.? If a
?mean gurl? said something rude to me, I just internalized it. That
made me an easy target. I started walking home by myself from the bus
stop feeling isolated and friendless.
Quite frankly the super direct and super popular Francisca was no help
to me. People just gravitated to her, she excelled at just about
everything. It was my dealing with my somewhat ?mean girl? sister
Abigail that I learned how to ?read? a more subtle personality who
didn?t always say what she meant, and could be outright manipulative. I
figured out how to let an insult roll off my back and to even fire back
at a sissy-bully. I slowly but surely made new friends, and kept the
few ones that had remained. I just got better at ?reading? people. It
was something I just had to learn. The world would be much better if
everyone just said what they meant, and everyone was simply nice to each
other, but I?m stuck here in the real world, where Abby is the norm.
Suddenly we are at the wall that surrounds the grounds of the mansion.
Mother and agent Deavers are waiting for us by the gate.
"Well this is far enough for you two, you head back to the horse farm,
I?ll look around with my new best friends Agent Deavers and Agent
Burrows."
"Mother!" we shout simultaneously.
Mother produces a key and unlocks the gate. She looks at Abigail. "For
better or for worse, Abby, this is your legacy. I?m sorry to put it
that way, but the past is the past, let?s build a future together." She
makes way and signal?s for Abigail to enter. The womyn go through the
gate, and I enter last. Womyn first. That?s a rule that will never
change in the Matriarchy. (I don?t get a little speech either, but Abby
has ownership rights, I don?t even own my panties.)
Mother and Abigail are waiting for me at the crest of the hill that
always blocked our view of the mansion from the outer gate. I ride up
and join them. Mother is holding Abby?s hand and she grabs my hand and
gives it a tight squeeze.
Wow, it is impressive. Even from this far, you can tell it?s huge.
"It?s based on Holkham Hall in England, you can see the main building
in the center and then the four wings attached to each corner. It is in
the English Baroque style like Blenheim Palace, the ancestral home of
the Churchills. Hopefully you don?t have any more questions about that,
I don?t know diddly poop about architecture," says mother. "First
impressions?"
"Oh my Goddess, it?s really spectacular," exclaims Abigail.
"Uhmmm wow? I mean wooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwww!" I ?helpfully? add.
"It was built to be, well, impressive," says mommy. "Hey look it?s
Godzilla, let?s intercept the van and escort her in."
We take off down the hill, and suddenly I feel like I?m in an Indiana
Jones movie. We all start singing the notes (sort of) to the theme
song. We pull up near the van, and Hepzie, Valerie, and the twins all
wave at us and cheer. We pass through some impressive gardens, enter
through a front gate, and pass a spectacular fountain of Athena dueling
with the nymph Pallas. Athena has her spear and Pallas her trident and
it's a battle royale. We dismount. The twins explode from the car,
after being let out of their safety seats, and we all start talking at
once. Prince Antiope is bouncing up and down, she knows something neat
is going on.
Mother decides we should take care of the horses first, and then enter
the great hall of the mansion. There?s a nearby paddock. We remove
their tack, groom, and then feed and water our hoofed companions. When
we return, the staff has arrived and is unpacking the van. Mother
attempts to tell them that we (well us sissies) will take care of the
luggage and the picnic chest. They politely ignore her and our baggage
is whisked away. Mother spends some time talking with the caretaker
staff, who are very excited that the ?family? has finally come for a
visit. Abby and I are introduced together as the ?infamous attempted
trespassers?. The staff all coo and caw at Delilah. There?s a ton of
repair work being done. The roof is being reshingled in many places and
there is scaffolding on several sides. Mother is given a quick update on
the ?restoration?. Of course Abby, the twins, and I are just dying to
get inside and explore the place. I?ll throw Mistress Valerie in the
let?s get inside mood, she?s just as fidgety as the rest of us. Okay,
finally! Enough about the cracks in the foundation, it sounds like an
expensive, tricky mess, let?s get inside! Mother wraps it up, thanks
everyone for the hard work and we start up the impressive flight of
stairs into the front of the mansion. Abby and I are holding each
other's hand, tightly. I can barely breath, I am so excited.
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