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A Sissy called Jezebel Part LXIII - We get to meet Aunty Eden's pack
and the family sees the harem chamber and the incredible indoor pool.
"We've organized the closet a little bit, there's some hand me down
clothes for everyone, but we'll fuss with that stuff on a future trip."
The twins are back up, and we follow mother to the harem chamber. It's
down one floor. Mother opens up the huge double doors, and the vaulted
chamber is enormous. "Mother how many sissies did your parents have in
their harem?" asks Abby.
"The number fluctuated of course, but around forty or so."
"Wow!"
"The number was way down from our ancestors, that was closer to seventy
to eighty."
"And Mother they were all.....you know?"
"Yes, I guess the child appropriate answer is they were all.....", the
twins were running around looking at the huge indoor baths in the
center of the room and out of earshot., 'Your grandparents probably
slept with two or three a night, dear."
"Go Grandmas."
"Well they weren't grandmothers yet."
I look around and realize this room is definitely not 'G' rated. The
statues are Greco-Roman style, and show sissies in white Grecian gowns
being seduced/ravished by womyn satyrs wearing fiendishly sculpted
dildos. The door we entered the room is the center of a vast wall mural
in which the door is covering a sissy's boi pussy, whose legs are
spread wide. On the opposite wall is a sissy with hir mouth wide open,
and another door covering hir mouth. The murals on the other two walls
are largely images of men being bought and sold by womyn, being whipped
into submission, dressed in feminine clothing, forcibly dildo trained,
and on final frieze serving their mistresses, submissively. On the last
wall is a vast mural showing how the men were sold into slavery, an
Amazon army defeating a male army, in a wipe out. The harem chamber
has plush divans, beds and sofas. One can imagine scores of scantily
dressed sissies lounging about eagerly awaiting a summons from their
mistress.
The more exotic art seems to be 'brushing' by the twins without making
much of an impression, they are much more interested in running around
and sitting on each sofa, and little Delilah is desperately trying to
keep up with hir older siblings. Hir little legs just pumping away.
The twins then begin dancing with the arms clasped over their heads and
shaking their hips back and forth making the generic dancing girl music
sounds.
"Yes," says mother, "that's basically it. All the sissies were taught
exotic dances, other sorts of, ahem, techniques, and were on call,
24/7."
"Sounds rough," says Mistress V.
"Oh those gurls constantly fought for attention. They had the worst
'cat' fights."
"Mother, I know this is a loaded question, but do you miss this
lifestyle, I mean a little bit?" asks Abby.
"It had its moments dear, but no, I needed to leave, really for my own
sanity."
The twins are spinning around (in a cute way) on what is clearly a
stripper pole. We watch ironically.
"Oh my sisters and I played on that thing all the time," says mother.
I walk up to the pole.
"Let's see your moves, harem gurl, Jezzie!" shouts Mistress V. This
gurl has taken every exotic dance elective involving pole dancing at
Templeton. It's a great workout and it helps with my aerialist
routines. I love it.
I climb up the pole, invert into a barbed wire, spin and end in the
butterfly. I return to the barbed wire and spin into a Superman. I
keep my routines athletic, and clean, no humping and/or grinding; you
need to know your audience.
"Werk it gurl," yells Abby. The twins leap up and down while clapping.
Hey, it?s a good show. I finish up.
"Jezzie as your reward," says mother, "go over to that side room, it?s
a dressing room, there?s probably some costumes for you to try on, if
you want."
"Twist my arm, mother," I say with a huge grin. You don?t have to tell
me twice. Dress up time! I scurry off. The side room has dozens of
racks, and on them, hundreds of outfits. The costumes are, well,
everything, carefully protected in plastic covers. I see a lot of bird
theming. It?s an overabundance of choices. I could dress as a canary,
an ostrich, a peacock, a toucan; a bird of paradise; and that?s just
the bird costumes. I just realize that Abby has walked in behind me.
"Wow, your head must be exploding."
I touch my head while making a whistling noise (although I can barely
whistle, my forked tongue is not helpful) like a bomb is dropping and
throw up my arms, and make an explosion sound. "Picture the Bikini
Atoll, that?s my little head right now. This place is awesome, I just
hope Mommy is doing okay."
"You can tell she?s processing a lot, but I think she is doing pretty
well."
"I think her playing tour guide with us, helps her keep a level of
detachment, that is helpful. She can step back from her memory, a
little bit," I add.
"I agree with your analysis, Dr. Sissy-Freud. Ever since you mentioned
the horse smell issue, I suddenly feel that an outfit change may be in
order for moi."
I clap, "I get to play dress up with my big sister, Yeah! All these
outfits are for sissies, obviously, but at least a few, are still
girly, but not ridiculously so. Hmmmm." I walk around and look at a
select number of outfits, that relate to ?jobs?. "You could be a sexy
construction worker, but I like this cowgirl outfit." It has a
buckskin skirt with fringe tassels, a rhinestone encrusted blouse that
could be unbuttoned as far as you wish, and a sassy cowboy hat. And of
course boots and a giant leather belt with a huge buckle.
"Cowgirl works for me."
"Big Sis, can I say something stupid?"
"Why break a streak?" says Abby with a sly smile. "I mean go ahead,
what is it?"
"You know what Mother said after your big speech that saved the
ceremony? Well......, I missed you too. I .... I really did."
Abby smiles and pats my head and then kisses my forehead. "I am
trying, little sissy-ster, to not listen to those negative voices in my
head, and you know what? I am happy to say, the more I am here and in
the moment, and really present, those voices, doubts really, they are
more remote."
I just smile and nod. I help Abby get dressed. I don?t want to lay
things on too thick, I mean she?s still kind of a pain in the ass.
We can?t stay here much longer, so I settle on a flamingo outfit. The
dress is pink (of course) and feathery, it has a High-low skirt, with
the front skirt barely covering my thighs.and the back of the skirt
trailing on the floor. The sleeves of the dress are a tied shawl
design which gives them a ?wing? look to them. There is a feathered
headdress with a hooked black beak that goes over my nose and thigh
high boots, in pink, that if pushed together look like one boot since
they flare on the outside and are flush on the inside. I could spend
all day in here trying on outfits, but there isn?t time for it. I?ll
be back to this room of sissy dress up paradise, someday soon. We
return to the family.
"I was wondering which one you might select, my little prancing
flamingo," says mother, "and I see we?ve got a tough but pretty
cowgirl, as well."
"It almost physically hurt me to leave that room, Mommy. I wanted to
try on every outfit of course."
"We?ll come back, but only if you are really, really good."
I fall to my knees and beg. "Mother I promise to be the most obedient,
dutiful, respectf..."
"I got it, try silent," says mommy with a smile.
I am just glad to hear that we are probably coming back.
"Hold on family, we have more visitors. Cue Aunty Eden and the pack!"
Through the door which opens at the sissy?s spread legs in painting,
enters Aunty Eden, her eldest daughter Bethel, and her next oldest
sibling, Devorah. Bethel?s sissy wife, Flossy, (who used to be Frank
but he/sie was easily sissified according to my cousin, and sie used to
be a macho tennis player. Go figure.) follows in hir very lacy, baby
gurl dress, with a pacifier in hir mouth, pushing a stroller with
Bethel?s infant girl, Fredia. (I?ve never seen Flossy in anything but
in the most over the top sissified outfits, no matter what the
occasion. Bethel?s choice of course. Flossy?s ruffled pink skirt
flares at the waist, and easily reveals Flossy?s pink ruffled diaper
covers. Flossy may only ?go? in hir diapers and sie has to announce
when sie is going to make ?boom boom? and then beg to be changed. Poor
gurl. Mother howls with laughter, with the rest of the womyn in our
family at Flossy?s bathroom predicament, but she is always quick to
tell us that her main objective as a parent was to get us out of
diapers as fast as possible. As far as I can tell, Flossy has to ask
permission to breathe from my cousin.) Sie is followed by Irmagard and
surrounding hir, are two more of Bethel?s kids, Gila, age eight (and a
real terror that one I can tell you from some babysitting nightmares),
and her sissy-ster, Harmoni, age six, and Devorah?s, daughter, Inyx,
age four, (and well on her way to be an even worse terror than Gila,
trust me.) Irmy looks completely harangued. The kids are all tugging
on her skirt, and trying to get hir attention. (You can kind of tell
when someone isn?t a ?child oriented? person and clearly Irmy is not
into being around little kids.) I think Irmy has been placed on ?kids?
duty by my Aunt, just to give her a rough time.
My younger siblings squeal and hop around with their similarly aged
cousins. They immediately drag off Irmagard to play ring around the
rosey. Is that a look of dread that just crossed Irmagard?s face? ?Ha
ha?, I think, ?sucks to be you, Irmy.?
After many hugs, kisses, greetings and curtsies, (also except for Mommy
and Hepzi; the rest of the family haven?t met little, and most likely
future hellion, Fredia. She?s completely adorable and cute, for now.)
mother announces "we are going to break up briefly beloved family, Eden
and Hepzibah are going to help me locate some items, and quite frankly
I need access to their memory banks in a child free environment, so we
can piece together where they might be and the rest of you can hit the
pool."
"Items? Mother how wonderfully vague of you," says Abigail pointing
accusatorially at mommy.
"I knew it mommy, this place has a ?Scrooge McDuck? treasure vault!" I
say with a grin.
"Well Jezzie, you are sort of right."
"I am?!"
"Emphasis on ?sort of?. The family loaned out to several museums
certain paintings and sculptures that are truly masterpieces, more than
two decades ago. The Louvre in Paris decided, unilaterally, I might
add, that they were gifts. That?s not how we do things around here,
with art I mean. In one of the safe?s my mothers had around the house
are probably the loan documents, some of the safes are behind paintings
and such, so we are off to mother?s office, for a start. I?ve located
the combinations, and I need some QUIET (mother yells that portion) so
I can get those suckers open. So the rest of you SKEDADDLE to the pool.
PRONTO!"
As we exit, which takes a minute to corral the younger family members,
I shout out, "I get the diamonds and the rubies, Abby gets the emeralds
and the sapphires!"
"Jezzie, dear less talking, more walking," yells back mother.
Well there are worse fates than being sent to a luxurious pool.
Mistress V has the directions on her phone, and we all follow her. We
make the younger kids hold hands, everyone has a buddy, if not, we?d be
chasing these maniacs all over the place. Twice we take a wrong turn,
this place is huge. I then hear some words that make me cringe a
little. "Mistress, I made boom boom." Flossy is immediately
surrounded by the children who all point at hir diaper and sing songs
about hir being a messy baby, and so forth. Flossy turns beet red from
the humiliation, but you can tell sie?s into it. "Honestly Flossy, your
timing is simply terrible, I just don?t know what to do with such a
pathetic, weakling," scolds Bethel. She slaps Flossy, hard, right on
the face. Flossy starts crying. "Just come along, we?ll find a place
to change you." Once again, you can just tell, they are both really
turned on. I know that I?m going to get ?enlisted? for diaper duty,
which is definitely, NOT A KINK, for this gurl.
I also know that Bethel had Flossy?s pudendal nerve severed that
controls the sphincter that controls the bladder, so sie has very
little bladder control. Additionally Flossy?s prostate was removed for
the same reason, to make Flossy even more incontinent , on purpose.
It?s Bethel?s choice, but a sissy needs hir prostate to sissy-gasm when
we get fucked. Bethel intentionally made Flossy frigid. Look this
gurl, enjoys her dildo training, but it?s even better when it leads to
the ?big sissy-O? and my mind turns to mush and my pleasure centers go
to ten plus, plus. So this gurl loves her prostate! Big time!
After a few false turns, Mistress V leads us to the pool. Pool? Those
words don?t do it justice, try indoor lake. We?ve made the trip to San
Simeon to see the Hearst Castle; this pool, picture if the Neptune pool
and the Roman pool had a child, and that child became a huge adult.
The tiled pool has a fresco of Eurybia, a titan from Greek mythology,
and goddess of storms and waves. It?s stunning. Eurybia is about to
unleash all sorts of chaos on an island, that looks like Atlantis, it
is filled with mythical creatures. Mommy made the right call when she
decided to make the pool a restoration priority; I can?t wait to dive
in. The children go berserk! Bethel states very loudly, as senior
McCarthur present, that they had better settle down or else, "no one
was swimming!" That has the desired effect. The kids ?knock it off?.
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