A Sissy called Jezebel Part CXXXII
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A Sissy called Jezebel Part CXXX - Jezzie returns to fair Templeton
Academy: where young womyn become dominatrixes and sissies are crushed
into submission. Jezzie fellow classmates get thir best blows in on poor
Jezzie's derriere, then its time to party. Let's check in on the fun.
Mistress Shelly walks up to me. "We have a 'special' job for you
Jezzie." She has a huge smile on her face. "You are going to the
library and shelve books."
'Hmmmmm that will get me out of way so they can set up for the event,' I
think to myself.
"Go change into your evening school uniform and head over to the library.
Epy will go help you."
'So Epy is going to keep an eye on me, make sure I don't make break for
it. Like I've got somewhere to go.'
I curtsy and say "yes mistress." I want to act completely clueless. I
try not have a trace of snarkiness, I think I failed.
I quickly change from my teachers' pet outfit to the basic evening school
uniform everyone else is wearing. I walk down the hallway to the library
with Epy, I say to hir, "go easy on me warden, I'm new here."
"Enough of your sassy back talk missy, another wisecrack like that and
it's the hole for you, jailbait." She pinches my ass. "Oh Jezzie,
everyone is thrilled you are back, but they are still going to beat your
ass into next week. Wow Zeta, it's just mind blowing. Our little
Jezzie, a big time Zeta."
"You're not going to make this weird are you? It's still me, you're
dorky book club bestie."
"It's a little weird Jezzie, you have to admit that."
I nod.
"You've got major clan milking ceremonies lines up, your mom is running
for first minister." Epy looks at me and probably sees my pained
expression. "I'm sorry Jezzie, I am making it weird. No more weirdness.
Okay on the count of three"
We both count down, "One, two, three not weird!"
Epy hugs me and kisses me on the cheek. "I love you Jezz."
"I love you Ep's."
"Now let's get going with your distracting busywork, while my co-
conspirators well, conspire against you."
'Sounds like a plan." We go through the giant pile of books, and re-
shelve them according to the Dewey Decimal system, which absolutely
makes no sense no matter how many times it is explained to us. We chat
about this and that. "I saw Astrid, so sie's out of the doghouse?
Intact I hope."
"Astrid's is back with us on probationary status. Sie's still locked
into those steel panties, the guillotine chastity that could lop off hir
sissy ovaries and her dicklette. They just don't start the timer. So
it's a constant reminder that sie's on thin ice."
"Well that some progress, good for hir. Is sie kissing major mistress
ass?"
"Sie's certainly embraced the sissy life style wholeheartedly."
"Well you know what they say; a sissy either plays ball...." I pause so
Epy can finish the joke.
"Or loses hir balls." Epy and I could chat all night, we are 'easy
friends'.
Epy' s phone chirps. "Okay we are heading back, act clueless, that's
easy for you Jezz."
I just smile dumbly and say "duh."
"That's the spirit."
"Playing stupid comes naturally to me for some reason." That one catches
Epy off guard, she cracks up while we head off to where ever we are
going.
"Stop it Jezzie," we are supposed to be taking this seriously.
We both straighten up and try to maintain a neutral expression, before we
both completely crack up and start laughing hysterically. I find myself
laughing so very hard. I need this. I need just being, I don't know a
stupid teenager, just for a moment. Finally with tears running down our
eyes, the giggle fit runs its course. We continue down the hallway.
I am being taken back to the gym locker room . "You know after a hard
night of shelving books, you know what this gurl needs? A shower!"
That sets Epy off again the case of the giggles break out for the both of
us.
"Jezzie, stop it, they can probably hear us in there. This is supposed
to be....you know...." Epy pauses and starts cracking up, "serious,
really, really F'ing serious." We return to our hysterical laughter.
In between fits of laughter, I say "If you say so, Ep's."
We finally finish our giggles. We walk into the the locker room and all
my classmates are wearing masks and their work bikinis. The masks are a
trigger for me. I return to my giggles. "Masks? Like I'm not supposed
to know that's not Daisy." I point at hir.
Missy says "I told you that the masks were a dumb idea."
"You did not. You wanted to wear masks."
"That's because I thought everyone was doing it."
Several of my classmates take off their masks, after that exchange.
Daisy tries to take control of the situation. "The tapeworm shall only
speak when spoken to." I am gagged. This is for the better, I am very
close to cracking up again. "Strip hir!"
My clothes are removed. The gurls grope me a lot as they do it. They
largely concentrate on my newly acquired tits. 'Jelly gurls? Yep these
are all mine. I've got tities. Hooray for me.'
My hands are tied behind my back. "Beg us for mercy, tapeworm." My gag
is removed.
Hey if there is on thing us gurls can do around here is beg for mercy. I
drop to my knees and grovel big time.
"Mercy, mercy my......" Hmmm, what do they want to be called? I look up.
"Queen."
"Mercy, my Queen."
"That was pretty darn pathetic," says Daisy who has me gagged again.
'Well it's groveling. It's supposed to be pathetic, by definition,'
that's what I would have said if I hadn't been gagged. Stupid gag,
preventing my snarky comebacks.
"If you want to avoid the worst of your punishments, you must give us a
reason to spare you. I'll ungag you, but only because there's many uses
for a sissy mouth, the best being non-verbal."
'I know where this is going.' Daisy drops hir bikini bottoms and shoves
hir chastity into my face. Daisy loves getting hir 'sissy blowjob'.
That's when one sissy sucks on the chastity cage of the other sissy. It
is truly a transgression for a sissy to receive such stimulation since it
apes the pleasure a male craves from his lover. The giver of such
pleasure is also at fault, for sampling such forbidden fruit. Although,
the chastity sucker is in the submissive role, and tends to be the
secondary concern when sissies are caught, but it does take two tango.
Well not really, I could suck on my chastity if I wanted to, I am quite
flexible. Regardless that it is prohibited, us lower class sissies are
constantly being pressured, cajoled, or otherwise bullied into sucking on
the more senior Apprentice-Lasses and Damsels. I have sucked a lot of
sissy clit here at Templeton. I am considered quite skilled, and find
myself frequently in demand. Which of course increases my risk of
getting caught and punished. I guess I am kind of damned by my own
submissive tendencies, that I really just want to please my lovers and I
constantly strive to improve my technique. If I sucked at sucking off, I
wouldn't have to suck so much; which kind of sucks; if you follow me. I
pop Daisy's chastity into my mouth and suck away on hir 'inchworm'.
Daisy starts humping my face and moaning. I never want attention down
there, the way that Daisy and so many other sissies desire, my dicklette
just needs to stay hidden away in my dang panties, locked up, tightly and
ignored. That's where it belongs.
The gurls line up. I pleasure one gurl after the other. Those that feel
the same way that I do about receiving a blow job, stick their boi-
pussies in my face. I lick them just like when I worship a womyn. I
stick my tongue as deep as I can into their sissy holes. This sissy
cunnalingus is actively encouraged by the Matriarchy as proper
stimulation for a sissy to receive or give. After I pleasure the last
sissy that wants to get hir rocks off, I am gagged again.
"What do we say gurls, has this tart earned hir reprieve?"exclaims Daisy
Not surprisingly my fellow classmates all scream "no!"
"Does this Trollop still believe that sie better than the rest of us?"
They in unison yell. "Yes!"
"Do we need to beat the smugness out of hir?"
"Yes!"
"Take this conceited bitch down a few pegs?"
"Yes!" they all cheer.
I am shoved to the floor and dragged to the shower. There is a privacy
curtain that swings around the group showers that is never used. Sissies
don't have privacy, but maybe this was going to be the womyns' shower at
some point, who knows. The curtain has been removed, but the rings are
still in place. My arms are tied to one of the curtain rings, and the
devious bitches adjust the height so that my toes are barely touching the
floor. Two clothespin from the laundry are clamped onto my super
sensitive nipples. I start whimpering through my gag. Then they start
to pelt me with paint balls and throw some sort of slime, like from that
kid's TV show, on me. I am now covered in goo, and I am a hideous
rainbow of neon pink, electric blue, day glow yellow, and puke green.
The gurls also 'shower' me in insults. The usual repertory of 'slut',
'skank', 'bitch', 'loser', 'geek' and 'nerd'.
They form a circle around the track of the curtain and they take out
their paddles.
"Now bitch, walk the path of the abominable, a painful path that leads
either to redemption or to Hell.
I give Daisy a look. 'Did you write that Daisy, it's pretty darn
dramatic. I'm impressed.' My criticism is interrupted by the first blow
landing on my delicate derri?re. I howl through my gag. That blow was
fierce. I try to walk, but I can barely propel myself. I tiptoe
awkwardly a few feet and get whacked again. I whine through my gag, I am
sure much to the delight of my captors. They are not holding back, not
one bit. Whether 'friend or foe' the gurls really pound my ass. I
finally make the dreaded lap, after what feels like an eternity. Tears
are running down my face and my ass feels like it is on fire from the
paddling.
Daisy grabs my head and turns it to her. She pats my head and says "one
down, nine to go." My eyes get as big as saucers, I think.
'I'll never make it.'
Just as Daisy gets her second blow in, and I howl to the moon, Mistress
Kidd enters the room. "Daisy I believe we agreed that each gurl would
get one hit, not ten. Don't get greedy gurl, or I can replace Jezzie with
you, just like that."
"Yes Mistress."
'My savior!' I think to myself.
"Take her down. Gently, don't let hir drop to the floor. The tile floor
could break a bone, just like that. Give hir support"
Mistress Kidd looks at me, "we've got to get some pictures, you bitches
got hir good, look at that candy apple red ass. I am half carried to the
locker room, where we all line up in various poses, with me at the
center.
"Classic," says Mistress Kidd as she snaps the pictures. "This is
definitely going up in the administration hallway for permanent
exhibition. Fabulous shots, gurls.
Okay untie hir and take hir back to the showers and hose hir off and then
scrub hir nice and clean. The hose that is used to clean the showers, is
used on me. Then a clutch of my classmates all start brushing me, not
particularly gently as they wash away the slime and the paint. I am
repeatedly brushed in soapy water, rinsed and then repeat. My classmates
singing away, to the nursery song 'tops and bottoms' to the tune of
'Frere Jacques' and 'this way we wash the sissy' to the tune of 'row, row
your boat'. Finally, they clean off the paint and the gunk and they drag
me to the bathroom and start teasing my hair into a beehive or the 'B-52'
hair style. They glom on the makeup very heavy for that Amy Winehouse
look. Finally they dress me in backless leopard print panties, a
matching brazier with full bullet cups. The dress they pull over me is
in lavender, very retro with a stretchy ruffled bodice and ruffled Pom
Poms at the shoulder. The floor length tiered skirt is cut in the back
to expose my butt. Long white gloves, lavender comma high heels. They
add really ridiculous dangling earrings and some very retro plastic rings
with bolts and Ankara symbols on them.
I am blindfolded, gagged and handcuffed to a locker room bench as my
classmates throw on their makeup and dresses while chattering away. I am
herded/dragged upstairs, still blindfolded. I can tell when we are in
the giant sissy dormitory. My gag is removed, my hands are unbound, and
finally my blindfold is removed and all the gurls scream "Welcome Back
Jezzie!" I look up and there is a giant banner that says 'Happy
Batzmitahh Rachel' that is crudely crossed out and says 'Welcome Back
Jezebel'. I look around and the streamers are all blue and white, and
the balloons have menorahs on them. The theme is that they had recycled
some girl's Batzmitahh decorations so they could do my party on the
cheap. I love it. It's so kooky and kitschy. It's very me. I see
Epy's and Fawn's hands in this.
"Awwwwwww you gurlzes," I say as I start to tear up. I am handed my
tiara, that say's 'Rabbi's schtickle' and a scepter that says 'property
of the King David Hotel'. More pictures are taken of me with my friends
genuflecting before me, but in a sarcastic manner. I'm escorted to my
'throne', which is a giant tub we use to bob for apples, filled with ice
water and a life saver from the pool. I am lifted up and dumped onto the
life saver, and my exposed, but throbbing, ass submerges into the icy
water. It feels fantastic. I moan and gasp at the same time. Now the
party starts!
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