A sissy called Jezebel Part XVI
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A Sissy called Jezebel Part CXXXVI - Jezzie is still apologizing to the
womyn of the household for her errant nocturnal emissions. Sie learns
that number of womyn she must crave forgiveness from is larger than sie
realized.
I find Honora, Abby, and Tabitha in the kitchen, having breakfast.
Seeing me on my hands and knees, Abby says to me "back in the doghouse
again, what did you now Jezzie?'
I look to Tabby who is listening in, of course, her mouth filled with
cold cereal. "I have to whisper it to you."
"Those are the best kind," says my older sister with a leer.
"This isn't fair, I want to know what Jezzie did, too," whines Tabby.
I ignore Tabitha and whisper to Abigail my transgression. Abby makes the
scolding gesture. "Right next to your older sister, you little perv,
Jessie."
Honora beckons me with her finger. I whisper to her as well . She just
looks confused after I finish. I dawns on me that 'wet dream' doesn't
necessarily translate into Italian particularly well. Abby jumps in and
starts explaining in a whisper to Honora what I had done. Honora starts
grinning, "we call that kind of ahem event a sogno bagnato. Hmmmmm,
did you get turned on by being next to your sister, that is really
kinky?"
I shake my head and say "ewwwwwwwwwww that's just gross Mistress."
"I just tease." Honora takes her flattened hand to her mouth and bites
down on to it. I know that in Italy that gesture is to scold someone
when they have done something wrong.
I crawl to Honora's feet and start kissing them. Honora turns to Abigail
and asks "what do I do?"
"Jezzie has to kiss your feet and beg forgiveness from all the females of
the house. You could make hir grovel for hours, if you feel like it,
I've made hir do that in the past, haven't I Jezzie?"
I look up at Abby for a second and nod. Abby has made me really 'earn '
my forgiveness in the past.
Honora looks down at me. "You look so adorable down there, of course I
forgive you my little sparrow."
I crawl to Abby, just as my lips touch the tip of her comfy slippers,
Abby says "lucky for you Jezzie, I don't have any more time for this, I
have to cram for my math test, so I forgive you." She exits the room.
I crawl to Tabby and I start kissing my youngest sister's feet. "How can
I forgive you, if I don't know what you did?"
"That's the way it is Tabby, you are too young to know the specifics."
'I am not!"
"You are seven."
"Seven and one third, that is almost eight!"
"Not even close."
"I order you, slave, to tell me what you did."
"Tabby, you know that isn't going to work, and you are supposed to say
please and thank you to me, when you give me an order that I can
actually obey."
"Argggghhhhhh." Abby stomps her feet, while I continue to grovel at her
feet.
"Hey no kicking Abby, you know mommy's rules."
Abby starts going into tantrum mode, which means I would have to stand up
and take control of the situation. Mother has made it clear Abby's
frequent tantrums do not lead to her getting results, and I am totally
authorized to shut them down. Mother is the end of her wits with Abby
constantly acting up. She has confessed to me that the very willful
Franny was never as bad as Abby at this age.
"Abby, tell you what, you forgive me, and I will give you a horsey-back
ride to your room, and I will brush your hair and I promise to make you
the prettiest girl in class today."
"I want to wear my new hair bow Aunty Eden bought me."
"Of course. Deal?"
"Deal, I forgive what ever you did, but it was about sex right?"
"Climb aboard Tabby, and we are not playing twenty guesses about what I
did."
Tabby gets on my back and I take her for ride around the house. She
squeals each time I try to 'buck' her. When we get to her room, I find
Syn finishing hir required chores of tidying up their room and making
their beds. I quickly inspect Syn's work. Overall sie did a good job, I
praise hir.
As the eldest sissy sibling in the family, I had to figure a lot of this
stuff on my own, through trial and error, and trust me I had a lot of
error. I swore a promise to myself that I would help my younger sissy-
sters as much as I was allowed by mommy, so they didn't have to struggle
as much as I did.
I brush and style the twins' hair and then dress them in two very cute
outfits. I find the twins sooooooo exhausting at times, but getting to
play dress up with them, so much fun. They are my pretty dress up dolls
and that almost makes up for their constantly bratty behavior. I know
when the twins are at school the other mommies are jealous of their
outfits and they know deep down inside, that the twins are way cuter than
their kids, they just can't say anything because it would hurt their
kids' feelings. My phone goes off, it's a text from Franny. It reads,
'J. I am starting a conference call with my Faculty advisors back in
Italy, I am forgiving you by text."
I write back, "wow them big sis."
'That's it. That's all the females in the household, I crawl back to
mommy's room. Actually I give Syn a horsey-back ride on the way back to
mother's as well, since I had given one to Tabby.
I enter mommy's room. "Did you get forgiveness from ALL the females of
the household?"
"Yes mommy."
"Did you?"
"Uhmm yes."
Mommy shakes her head.
"Uhmmmm, doI have an extra sister locked up in the attic you never told
me about?"
"What an active imagination you have little one, no."
"Mother? You don't me Princess Antiope? She'll forgive me right away
because she's a dog."
Mother laughs, "no silly, the security agents. Go to their break room,
scoot."
I start crawling to the 'break room'. It's was our mud room/ laundry
room, but we moved washer and dryer downstairs in a big renovation years
ago, and the room just got filled up with boxes, and largely ignored,
except for the utility sink where I wash Princess Antiope. Mommy cleared
out the junk, put in a desk and a table for the agents, so they could
have meetings and store their equipment. Mommy also added a coffee
maker, a mini-fridge and a toaster/microwave. The agents like the room
because it has its own exit outside.
Mommy is so up to something. She would never have me bother the agents
about something like this. We are under strict rules from mommy to not
interact with the agents and let them do their job in peace. Stay out of
their dang way. I am always pleasant, of course, but I only speak to
security if they initiate a conversation. I crawl into the break room,
several of the agents are clearly waiting for me. They are all leering
at me. Every sissy of a certain age knows that look. Agent Baxter, one
of the senior agents, who I know has adopted several sissies with her
partner from various orphanages, points at me and says "your mother says
that you were quite wicked this morning. Nocturnal emissions. Tsk, tsk.
You should be just as obedient conscious as unconscious, Jezzie. Very
disappointing. Get over here and start kissing some feet."
There are four agents in the room, all wearing boots or hiking shoes.
It's been raining this morning. They are quite muddy. I dive in. I bet
these agents deliberately got their shoes muddy. I am now, of course
super turned on. I live for this kind of submissive humiliation directed
by my dominants. My little clitty is definitely struggling against its
confinement. I move on from boot to boot. Mommy walks in. "Jezzie,
there you are, I am so sorry my errant sissy is distracting you from your
work. You know the rules young lassy."
I just smile. Mommy totally sent me in here. She's just setting up the
next scene. "Agent Baxter, please correct my errant spawn. Teach hir a
lesson. Don't stop until sie cries earnest tears, it is the only way sie
will learn."
Agent Baxter pats her ample thighs (Agent Baxter is a hefty gal) and I
immediately lie across her lap, like a good sissy. She pulls my panties
down to my ankle, and tightly squeezes my caged sissy clit between her
ample thighs. She pulls out a wicked switch and lets me have it on my
extremely tender ass, which had been so recently paddled by my 'caring'
classmates. I bite my lip after the first blow, and the blows just rain
down on me after the first painful blow. In almost no time I am gasping
and even reflexively kicking up my legs, very, very bad form for a proper
sissy, who should just simply accept hir punishment quietly and without
making a fuss. The repeated blows with the switch, they just build up so
quickly. Soon, I am crying, real tears. Agent Baxter pushes me off her
lap and sends me to stand in the corner, suck my thumb and to think about
what I have done, of course my panties remain around my ankles. Despite
the pain and my tears, my nipples are rock hard, and the chastity cage
remains so very tight.
"Agent Baxter, I must say, I admire your technique, you brought Jezzie to
tears in just a minute or so, and sie very pain tolerant. Jezzie turn
around."
I turn around. "You are clearly very aroused dear by the indication of
your sissy barometer. Where in the world does you clitty think it's
going?"
"No where mother. Just back into my panties where it belongs." My
cheeks tinge red. I am of course embarrassed by my biological reaction,
but dang it, my embarrassment further turns me on, worst of all mommy
knows it.
"You get that right. Believe me, under other circumstances I think I
would be taking off your chastity and publicly whipping that disgusting
organ until it returned to its natural limp state. But fortunately for
your deformity, I can't really do that right now. " Mommy clears her
throat. She's going to tell me why she wants these agents to fuck me
right now.
"So Jezzie, your wet dream was badly timed. The 'milking ceremony' has
been authorized by the Genetics Review Board. You are to be literally
fucked by the government on public access television. It has been years
since a sissy has been ordered to make deposits directly to the
Matriarchy. It is a great honor to our clan and to me and Hepzibah ."
The agents all respectfully clap. That kind of takes me by surprise,
these agents tend to be pretty rough around the edges, lots of bravado
and cynicism. This must be a big deal.
"The scientists at the Genetics Review Board want fresh samples of your
sissy cream, not frozen, and they have a, how should I put this, a
challenging schedule. They have already sent a messenger to pick up you
first sample this morning, so you see your wet dream is messing up the
schedule honey."
I look down.
"Mommy's just teasing. You are a healthy breeding sissy. Dreams like
that happen. I'll punish you for them, you know that, but you had no
idea that this was in the works. If I had known, I might have locked in
a clitty plug for the night, in fact I think I will tonight, just to be
safe. So cheer up honey, you are going to be repeatedly fucked to
climax. Sounds like fun to me. You are to be milked three times a day.
I have made arrangements for you to be milked at school, and if you got
anything left in you, my little princess, I'll have something arranged
for your evening deposit. I'll find ways to keep it interesting, dear.
You just do what comes naturally for teenagers. So that said agents,
please ravage my sissy. It would be of great service to me."
The Womyn all turn and give me that 'look'. The 'I'm going to do things
to you sissy look' that causes me to start shaking, a little in fear, but
largely in anticipation.
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