Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2020 06:23:17 +0000 (UTC) From: Ken Coomber Subject: Sissy School 5 Sissy School - 5 By Ken C. Nifty.org runs this website for everyone's enjoyment free of charge. But it requires money to continue operating. I urge everyone who reads stories on Nifty.org to donate to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html so as to allow the website to remain operating for your enjoyment. I can always be contacted through the email address listed at the top of this story's header for comments both negative and positive you may have. ****************************************************************** Writer's note: This was a sudden new thought for a plot. I'd never considered the possibilities of anyone being a hermaphrodite till now, or of the sexual possibilities before today. But I'll still need Nifty's story moderator, to see that this chapter is a transgendered storyline, although admittedly no longer in the Young Friends category. I think I'll let them decide which is which or which is what? ****************************************************************** WAKING UP THE NEXT MORNING found me experiencing the weirdest of sensations. My now empty and flat ball sack felt as if my balls were still inside them, as I carefully shuffled outside to the main room where Mr Horan was seated eating breakfast. His enormous grin when he saw me tentatively shuffling around had him gently encouraging me to sit down and eat some toast and drink a glass of milk which I did, although nervously being still afraid that sitting down, might cause about pain down there. He hurriedly placed a donut cushion under me before I sat down on the wound, and on not feeling any pain I quickly began eating. Mr Horan started explaining what my postoperative recovery would entail, along with carefully and gently examining my wound for any possibly visible medical complications before eventually beginning to stand up straight and along the way kissing me tenderly on the forehead. Although I didn't need to attend classes for several more days, at my Master's suggestion I did attend morning classes, if only to show some of the other intending castrates that having the surgery wasn't painful, nor was the recovery process. In fact my first class (homeroom) had my wound being displayed for my classmates to see what had actually taken place. Everyone (even the teacher) seemed fascinated by how many small stitches it had taken to sow my empty ball sack back together again. Over the next three weeks as their appointments for castration fell due, other classmates along with some older aged sissies disappeared from school for several days before returning with carefully measured gaits and gushing stories of how it now felt between their legs. Of course I was now a schoolwide celebrity, being the selected participant of PRICKS first public castration and after a week of convalescence, soon found myself talking to older sissy eunuchs, who passed on important suggestions as to how to maintain my svelte body and not grow a stomach paunch, which in almost 50% of cases happened, as was clearly evidenced by some of the chubbier eunuchs. This entailed a healthy balanced diet along with exercise, which my master performed on me sexually every night thereafter. He also had the piercings that had been removed for my castration redone with slight modifications to allow for my now slimmer flat empty nut sack, along with several small and very discreet tattoos and a branding. The branding done to me was the same as the one that my mom had had done to my dad, which the school had organised. All eunuchs were branded with the letters S.P.I.C.S.E. and a date, which was shorthand for Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence School Eunuch and the year they were castrated. This was done since it was now so easy to have laser removal done on tattoos, which a branded skin signifying a castrated sissy status could never be removed, except possibly with plastic surgery. God forbid why any sissy eunuch would want to have their marked status removed (I certainly didn't) but some had, so the branding signifying their status as to their future life was more of a recent procedure, stretching back no more than 10 years, although Old Boy Sissies often had their bodies branded, after first having their castration tattoo surgically laser removed beforehand, so as to allow for a clean clear area of flesh for the branding. Anyway, my branding, also done publicly (as per Mr Horan's and my parent's request) was something I now wore proudly, I had to ask my parents and after their advice, for the branding's positioning to be placed somewhere other than the accepted position of close to the anal entry area, that while still tastefully discrete and where while remaining out of site if wearing slacks, shorts or longer skirts, was clearly visible if I were wearing my usual short skirt school uniform and all of my other girlie sissy wardrobe attire. The final choice for the positioning of my eunuch branding however, needed the consultation of both my school owner/master Mr Horan along with the school's Principal Master Sir. Master Sir then would need to raise a motion for a (once off) change of positioning of a eunuch's branding, then consult the matter with the school's board of trustees, who would then decide if approval of a (once off) change of positioning was needed or desirable (the board of trustees included two eunuch members), that would eventually need to be voted on and passed before the branding's position could be altered from the accepted and time honoured position it was normally placed on a eunuch's body. I was quite proud of the sissy eunuch's branding I'd soon be given and the reason's it was done (as were my mom and dad) and perhaps it was a young teenage sissy's vanity that wanted it, but I truly wanted my castration to be clearly visible wearing sissy clothes, while still allowing me the ability to appear discretely normal (sexually), in public where necessary. Luckily (or fortunately) for me, Master Sir was all in favour of my (and my parent's) desire for a more visible placing of the branding on me and was clever in his politicking of the trustee members whose approval would be needed to obtain a majority approval, which along with the public display of branding me, (which he told me and my parent's after obtaining the board's approval), was a strong factor in getting the approval along with the chance of obtaining further funding from potential benefactors and supporters for the school after the successful ritual performed when castrating me. My branding was done and performed in the same school hall auditorium and was well received by school and guests alike. Mom (and dad) had made sure that my school uniform outfits were tailor altered to show off my branding as publicly as possible (inside school grounds) that (once again) soon had sissies from higher years copying my dress example and even making some of the chubbier eunuch students take more care in the caloric intake, which meant less "barge arse" students! One of the benefits my own master/owner Mr Horan received was that when any of his select friends saw my branding status, they were almost always driven so desperately to need to want to frantically fuck me stupid (which they did at his invitation), so turned on were they at seeing it so casually displayed on my upper inside right leg. Our own private sex afterwards was always "MOST" enjoyable as well as "INVENTIVE". Still, even with the great sex involved, on my thirteenth birthday Mr Horan surrendered up my favoured pet status, so as to allow him to begin his stringent selection process for choosing a new sissy to privately educate in the new school year. By then and with a school record of seven years under his personal protection and tutelage, both he my parents and I, were all in agreement that I'd be an exceptionally submissive sissy one day for my future masters when they were introduced to me or discovered me. *** I've now used Dr Who's Tardis to move on to when my life turned 16 years of age*** ******************************************************************* "Dianne? Can you come over here for a moment for me please". "Yeth Mithtreth Thymon" (Yes Mistress Simon) I lisped heavily in reply to my new form mistress who also doubled as my maths teacher and daintily skipped over with my Uber short uniform skirt flaring, to stand infront of him/her with my head bowed slightly. ************************************************************* My new "speech" impediment... had been yet "another" decision decided upon by my parents and Mr Horan, because the three of them were in completely unanimous agreement that sissies who had a "genuine" and permanent lisp were far more desirable among potential owner/masters than normal speaking sissies. My new speech impediment while certainly not "born with genuine" certainly was PERMANENT and made me sound even more adorably sexy and cute to listen to whenever I spoke. I had needed to endure an 8 hour surgery to my voice box, that entailed me getting another Adam's Apple shave as well as a tongue piercing with a big stainless steel ball attached to my tongue, where the base of my tongue met my soft palate just above where my larynx was. On waking up after the operation's anaesthetic finally wore off, I saw (and heard) the doctor and nursing staff cry tears of laughter listening to me struggle to make myself understood through the torrent of lisped "th" sounds coming from out of my mouth, where previously there were "S's" or "W's" being heard. Yet again I became a PRICKS School trend setter. It seemed that anyone and everyone who didn't have a lisp before now wanted one too! Can you imagine how THAT caused more than just a storm in a teacup (or should that be "A or B cup) among the school faculty and students alike. A number of male teachers (as well as one female) had to go on "medical recovery" leave, after finding out how difficult it was to be understood as they tried to teach their lessons in classrooms full of hysterically laughing students!!! I'll leave it to you to imagine that scenario, since I need to get back to the story on hand ... *********************************************************** "Now Dianne, I need you to please kneel down and lick me clean. I'm having a little bit of trouble containing my somewhat incontinent bladder from dribbling slightly today" she/he advised me. Her/his always friendly smile talking to students invariably saw them fall under her/his spell to obey and I was no different. I obediently curtseyed quickly before carefully kneeling down, and with her/his carefully parting their legs, saw a panty less and hairless thick erect penis leaking smeg from the cock's eye opening , along with a vagina glistening slightly further down, between her/his cock and arse while her/his thighs showed slight traces where fluids had leaked down her/his legs. As soon as I saw the glistening vaginal lips, the overpower smell of male and female urine mixed in with oestrogen assaulted my nasal passages, requiring me not to dry retch as I moved my mouth and slowly parting lips quickly over her/his erect cockhead and began quietly sucking her/him. She/he carried on teaching the maths lesson as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, although she/he was soon holding firmly onto my head, as I slobbered away trying to cause her/him to ejaculate quicker into my mouth. Miss Simon's hermaphrodite body was unique at PRICKS. Her/his appointment teaching there had soon created excitement among staff and students alike. Her/his libido soon had everyone raving about her/his unique ability to have sex with a female student or teacher and then change to being a girl in a hetrosexual fuck with a boy or another male teacher colleague, completely at ease dripping semen from her freshly fucked pussy as she vigorously fucked a female, sometimes straight after being fucked herself, with the man excitedly watching her/him fuck his penis into a female. Without skipping a beat in her lesson, I felt hands push my mouth further onto the now thickening and leaking penis she/he had and soon after I tasted thick creamy sperm flowing down my throat as my head bucked frantically at the huge volume of sperm spurting down my throat. My classmates could obviously see my own body's reaction as I struggled not to choke or gag, (which all of us had already experienced in her/his math's classes). Miss Simon liked to spread the love around so to speak, of you get my drift. Soon I was able to find her/his strong grip on my head letting go, which allowed me (as an expertly trained sissy) to clean up her/his cock, sucking up any of the sperm overflow that had escaped my mouth in the first few powerful ejaculation spurts. Getting ready to move my mouth away and proceed to begin standing up, felt her/his hands direct my mouth lower down to her vaginal opening, signifying she/he needed this lapped up and cleaned as well. Here the overpowering smell was far stronger and it need all of my sissy strength to allow my mouth and tongue to begin lathering her with saliva as I pushed my lips and tongue further inside her smelly uniqueness. Everyone in my math's class knew Miss Simon's sexual preferences leaned more to the lesbian side where possible, and not surprisingly I soon felt her/his powerful grip directing my mouth to wear my tongue was most needed and desired. Her/his groin and my mouth (along with my arse) weren't strangers to one another, as were several of my other classmates who could claim the same thing, but possibly being the only student who had both gone down on her/him and then been straight away fucked by her/him immediately after her/him having her/his vagina still orgasming as I was then being fucked furiously, always had me wanting to try that little bit harder to pleasure her/him. It wasn't possible for anyone except the few men in this world born that way, (and it does happen) but the few hermaphrodites born into the world, often had either one of their deformities surgically repaired instead of going through life as "Mithtreth Thymon" now did. My parents had been fascinated to listen to me relate back to them my adventures about our sexual liaisons, which often saw mom excitedly scourging part of the flesh off of dad's butt as she tried to reach orgasmic bliss during or after me relating what had occurred during the school week just passed. Anyway...Ignoring the strong pissy smell down there I quickly had the tip of her/his clitoris showing, which with a lot of tongue action from me soon had it standing out almost ¾ of an inch in length and all of it "extremely sensitive" to a soft human tongue and gentle teeth. I was soon gently biting down onto the swollen clitoris occasionally until Mithreth Thymon surrendered to the pleasure and quickly mentioned a text book question to be done to the class, as she leaned back into the chair and spread her/his legs agape allowing me to make her/his orgasm in front of the class. Everyone there had either witnessed or heard about Mithtreth Thymom'th (damn that lithp!) inability to remain quiet during an orgasm and her/his enthusiastic encouragement to me, ensured that the math's question she'd/ he'd mentioned wasn't even attempted by any of the students who were instead watching and listening with rapt fascination to the scene now evolving directly in front of them. The more and harder I tongued, the more the adjectives and suggestions got louder while being impossibly physical but certainly descriptive! When I eventually heard the piercing scream (after gently biting down one more time) I felt a warm wall of fluid smeg wash over my face and in my mouth, while my ears were almost torn off of the sides of my head, so enormous had been her/his final orgasm. As my ears were released and Mithreth Thymon came down from off of her/his orgasmic high, I quietly got back up from being on my knees to turn around and see an entire classroom of students furiously diddling themselves and looking at what had just taken place in the classroom. I modestly smiled back at everyone, knowing my face was wet and glistening, having been completely drenched in Mithreth Thymon'th hermaphroditic smeg juices, as she/he sat slumped completely exhausted in the chair and heavily gasping for breath, entirely oblivious of the room's occupants around her/him. Not forgetting my sissy obedience training, I simply turned back round to face her before performing a flawless text book curtsy for her benefit, as she sat in dumb oblivion either totally unaware or incapable (it seemed to me) of acknowledging my abeyance to her/him. *********************************************************************** Author's comment: I won't be mentioning hermaphrodites too much, as it certainly takes more effort to type both genders pronouns! – I hope you liked the chapter even if you're still confused as to which human appendage or tug or caress while masturbating when you read the story! LOL!!