Date: Mon, 30 Nov 2020 22:38:45 +0000 (UTC) From: Ken Coomber Subject: Sissy school 6 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 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. ****************************************************************** The relationship between me and my parents was starting to change. Mom, who I'd always thought of as being the head of our home since she was the one who determined any of my father's punishments and carried them out enthusiastically, had always wanted me to call her mom during my first few years at PRICKS, but on the day I turned 16 and she gave me my first TRUE sissy punishment for my birthday, she also told me to call her mistress mom from then on as she told me about her future plans for me now I was a truly simpering submissive girlie sissy who could only speak with the most outrageous lisp. As dad looked on in excitement, having told me I was to be punished for not showing the proper respect she demanded of her slaves, proceeded to strip me naked before cuffing both my hands behind me, then forcefully wedging a ginormous thick butt plug into my backdoor. After attaching a 5lb weight to the ring of my tiny penis head, which made it hang down limply and painfully, she made me walk around inside our house for almost an hour wearing my tallest stilettos. Because of how I needed to walk so as to not trip or fall over, as I took each step it made the weight on my teeny cockhead bounce up and down painfully. My teensy penis, which everyone at school must have seen at some time or another especially my classmates during sex education lesson demonstrations as my teachers "demonstrator", didn't seem to bother me and I wasn't embarrasses in the least in being a eunuch and dressing provocatively and worrying about showing off my genitals publicly, was I now found out, going to be surgically enhanced by the insertion of an inflatable hand pump device, which would make the now flaccid and unusable limp tiny skinny object, able to be made erect for aesthetic purposes, (if not practical ones) whenever I expelled my bodily fluids. Unlike my dad who had a long and lavishly thick (surgically altered) penis that mom could inflate for her to have sex with, my teensy penis had, due to the earlier than required use of female oestrogen injected into me, (along with quarterly inserted chips) never grown any bigger than when I'd been 6 years old. It only measure when erect, ¾ of an inch in length and was only as thick as the thin plastic straws you see attached to small fruit juice packets. But mom's dominatrix streak also decided I'd have not only a small inflatable hand pump to make me visibly erect, but I'd also have a small valve attached that could open and closed the penile tube to allow anyone to be able to stop the fluids (urine) flowing out my teensy cock for however long they wanted. If they wanted to or desired it to be done to me in punishment, they could even insert into the open cock eye a small plastic tube that would lead back into my anus, thereby not allowing my body to lose any of its waste fluids. Mom assured me I'd find the cramping pains quite exquisite once I grew use to them. Dad came over and explained to me that mom had done the exact same thing to him, to prove if it was viable or not as a form of punishment, before mom obtained the information she required from dad's doctor who finally arranged for the valve to be removed from my dad's cock. As I listened he went on to advise me of some of the difficulties he'd had to endure and I should expect to have happen to me in the next few months. "You'll need to have the thickest butt plug inside you if they don't want any of your piss to leak out of you" he told me as he gave me his own tips on things that sissies might need to about, for any owner/master using the cock valve to stop and redirect my urine back into my body. Since mom had already planned my future for me, the cock valve was attached to me surgically two days later and because of my penis's unique tininess it had had to be done using cameras showing the teeny penis and where they had to cut, tug, stretch or sew. Once I'd had a few days more in hospital to recover, mom drove me home from the hospital explaining as she drove, how as soon as I got home I'd be made to begin living without the ability to lose any of my body's wastes, for when I returned to PRICKS for my graduating year. And she was as true as her word, as she quickly had me walking around with the largest inflatable butt plug she had in her punishment cabinet as well as a tube running from inside my penis and leading back into the butt plug, while making me drink two large glasses of iced water so as to allow me to "enjoy" the experience more quickly. As before, dad was beside her and looked on excitedly, while commentating on (as I slowly drained the 2nd glass of cold water) how I wouldn't even realise how quickly I'd start to suffer, until my brain started telling my body it wasn't releasing any of my waste fluids (piss) from out of me. An hour later and after experiencing the weirdness of actually feeling and seeing myself urinate and then almost a few seconds later, feel the warm piss flowing back inside my arse, I felt my body signalling that it needed to defecate and that the butt plug was preventing that from happening. The cramping started shortly afterwards and became more intense as my body tried harder to expel more of my body waste and found it couldn't. The slightly smaller stilettoes mom had allowed me to wear to walk around in only seemed to make matters even worse. I was soon walking stooped over with my hands cradling my stomach, (all to no avail or relief from the discomfort in my stomach) as mom deliberately made me pick up various items she'd drop onto the floor, both to allow her the pleasure of watching my discomfort and me enjoy the huge inflatable buttplug inside of me trying to futilely slide out of me as my body cramped up as soon as I knelt down to pick up the item she had dropped. Just after teatime, I was allowed (instructed) to help entertain some visitors mom had invited over, who were first of all entertained by my mother showing and explaining what she had done for her sissy son to help him in the future. Then after being instructed to perform fellatio on the three male guests, I was instructed to swallow their piss as they used directed to use my mouth as a toilet. Mom made very sure all three men expelled long streams of urine down my throat as everyone was asked to make sure they drank as many glasses of water or wine as possible. Mom even invited the women to use my mouth as a toilet if they needed to urinate, although thankfully not to poop there. She had allowed me to urinate into the toilet before the guests had arrived, but as soon as I had done so, she'd carefully removed the thin plastic tube from inside my piss tube, before carefully turning the small valve shut that would have allowed my penis to expel any more waste. After post dinner port or liqueurs were taken, the shortish dress I was wearing could be clearly seen as having swollen in front quite significantly and I was unable to find a position that was comfortable enough for me to sit down in, all of which my mother happily pointed out to her guests. The men, who were slaves themselves, enjoyed seeing my discomfort and gleefully took my mother's advice to her lady friends to make sure they're pets kept pushing down on my swelling stomach from time to time, to help me with my training. By 10pm my head was completely dizzy, from my brain being unable to feel any relief inside my body as it requested me to urinate out my body wastes. I was seated completely doubled over and cradling my stomach by that stage, trying my best not to make a noise, but actually whimpering at my discomfort. Mom kept up a jovial running commentary to her lady guests describing how I must have felt with a stomach so swollen, often getting back humorous sadistic comments from them to foster my torment. The final humiliation was having mom invite her friends and their pets to watch me be allowed to relieve myself in the downstairs bathtub/shower. As dad helped me to lay down on the bathtub floor, she carefully turned the tiny valve on and almost immediately I was pissing a strong stream of urine into the bathtub as well as over myself. Soon her female guests were instructing their male pets to get in and squat down over the fast flowing urine stream and begin taking long drinks of piss and then swallow. I lay back on the bathtub floor soaked in warm pungent piss and simply didn't care as I enjoyed the feeling of my stomach no longer cramping so much as my body relived itself. With my clothes entirely drenched in warm piss I knew I'd be allowed to not have to help see the guests into their cars when they left or even re-join them outside where they discussed the evening's demonstration before leaving. Mom (sorry Mistress Mom) allowed my cock valve to remain open while I showered and afterwards when I got changed into a satin shorty short nightie and matching panty, but she didn't allow my vibrating butt plug (she inserted into me before I got dressed) to be deflated or even to be turned off. It was dad who deflated the plug without telling mom and who extracted it long enough to allow me to shit in the toilet. I'd no sooner shitted than he was pushing the plug back inside me and inflating it back up to its fullest circumference. When mom next saw me the following morning, he openly (and smilingly) admitted to defying her instructions and looked please as she told him he'd be punished for that afterwards, which (shortly afterwards) I heard the whistling cane through the air sound (and the thwack) as the cane struck the flesh along with my father's screams and crying, but never pleading for mercy. For possibly an hour I heard the noise of my mom disciplining dad properly and saw the evidence of it later on in the morning as all of the back of dad's upper legs skin starting from the knees up, were a mess of criss-crossed raised welts covered in dried blood. He was unable to sit although totally attentive to performing all of mom's requests while she ate. Mistress Mom even asked me if I'd like to enjoy a punishment like dads, which I'd been trained to do during last term. I'd always enjoyed being the demonstrator's dummy during BDSM lessons and have even volunteered to by the dummy for some of the dominant's homework exercises and even seeing dad's obvious discomfort, was excited about possibly accepting Mistress's invitation. As soon as I had cleaned away the kitchen after breakfast, mistress had once again closed the cock valve off that allowed me to be able to expel any fluids and asked me again if I would like to be caned and whipped. When I acquiesced to doing so, she said she'd make my punishment a bit of an afternoon party for me and told me to be naked and ready to be tied up and whipped at 3pm. For my pleasure she'd arrange for me to be entertained from after lunch till then and headed off to her private sanctum. As I was home now and safely away from prying eyes or probing hands and fingers, I usually wore short skirts and clingy tops with no underwear, the tops I wore allowed my B cup breasts and large nipples to be prominently displayed while my panty less butt, allowed my branding to be clearly displayed, which was made more obvious by the gait of me walking in stilettoed shoe covered feet. My entertainment after lunch was having 4 well hung black men, their bloodstreams full of sexual arousal drugs, fuck my arse senseless in one continuous long train of spit roasting with me the sole carriage between the two large powerful locomotive cocks. Mom had instructed dad to be the "Fluffer" (stimulator for the black men's erections) where necessary, but didn't need to as mom also provided enough stimulants to enable all the men to remain rock hard and full of sperm to fill me up at both ends, while my own Valium laced (unbeknownst to me) patty cakes and milk, had left me oblivious to anything but the enjoyment of being fucked furiously fast and silly. I think it was due to the fucked stupor I was in, that enabled me to allow mom to exercise all (if any) of her frustrations out on me as she scourged my back and legs very thoroughly and picturesquely that didn't allow me to be able to wear anything for several days afterwards. As a reward for me allowing her to enjoy herself, my cock valve was left half open, which allowed me expel my piss, but just not as fast as it normally might have happened. The open valve also meant I'd dribble little droplets of piss over the tiled floors, unaware or unable to prevent it from happening, which dad or I had to clean up after I'd stood still in one place for too long. If mom spied a few yellow droplets on the floor, it was always dad who found himself bent over and receiving a fast cane swing on the arse cheeks before humbly begging for forgiveness and hurrying off to find a hand sponge to clean up the few drops. My final three weeks at home saw mom ensuring my body grew use to no longer being able to expel urine from out of it in a normal fashion. My stomach muscles also learnt to cope with the swelling inside my stomach and back passage, which mom sometimes added to by inserting a tube into my father's piss hole and making him urinate into me as well. My last week at home saw the vibrating butt plug inside me being made no longer from hard plastic with a soft rubber coating, but from stainless steel and being so thick, that it took almost five minutes and a small tube of lubricant to force it inside of me. The motors inside the steel plug seemed much more powerful as well. Along with the enormous girth of the steel butt plug was the new heavier weight bouncing up and down onto my now slightly gaped back door opening. Always wearing my highest heeled shoes or boots, saw the folds of my back door opening out slightly more each time I took a step. Mom made my anus's insides even more pronounced by making me walk around using a catwalk strut, which she knew all of her dominant friends enjoyed seeing me perform, whenever I dressed up as a maid and served drinks at her get together soirees. By the time I was ready to go return to finish my final year at PRICKS and graduate, my anus was easily capable of taking a plug with a foot thick circumference and ten inches at the bottom hand grip, which with the oversized bulge at the end which overall weighed 15 pounds. With enough lubricant I was no longer in danger of suffering a prolapsed anus, although viewing the recording of the steel butt plug being pulled out of me, was a lot like how it looked when you'd see a new born baby being pulled out of a mother's vagina during birth according to mom. I didn't care or bother about wondering if I might have been "too" sloppy back there now. This year's core topics at PRICKS for senior graduating students were castration (been there, done that, brought the shirt), advanced BDSM (which Mistress Mom made damned sure I could endure any whipping , flogging or torture handed out by anyone) and bestiality, which both mom and dad said they wanted me to experience without having first tried it. Mom said if I received a "distinction" grading in bestiality, she had a farm in Northern France she would want me to attend, where I'd do an advanced training course there in buggery, then afterwards her and I might go into business as equal partners in a holiday place she'd often thought about creating here in England somewhere, but she needed the properly trained and qualified staff to work it and operate it successfully. ******************************************************************** Writers note: Obviously while Sissy School 7 will in part be about human and animal sex, it will also contain punishments and sex. What the final chapter WILL enable me to do is to create another storyline, this time involving bestiality which as a few readers who wrote to me after other stories, will allow me to have a fresh perspective to write about once more under a new titled story.