Date: Sat, 26 Sep 2020 05:08:29 +0000 (UTC) From: Ken Coomber Subject: Sissy School 1 Sissy School - Pt 1 By Ken C Nifty.org runs this website for everyone's enjoyment free of charge. But it isn't free to operate it and requires a substantial amount of money to continue operating. I therefore urge everyone who reads my story and the other 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. ************************************************************************* By the time most boys reach puberty they know what they want to be within 12 months of achieving that milestone. By then you almost always know whether you're either straight, gay or trans or at least 99.97% of you are. Then you try to find out if you're normal, deviant, slightly deviant, warped, perverted, sick, twisted, sick & twisted, or simply a skank! Usually shortly after you're born, your parents first decide for you if they want your penis to be cut (Circumcised) left intact (Not circumcised) for the rest of your life - and you don't have a say in it. Sometimes though there are pitfalls encountered growing up. Then one of the main options for you then is to be orchied which is short for Orchidectomy (Castrated). After that's done you can live as a eunuch or consider having an operation which will allow you to have a female vagina later on in place of a penis. Either decision allows you to go on living as a straight person, a gay person, a female, a sissy or even a politician! And you thought when you were born there were only two alternatives e.g. you're male or you're female. I mean seriously... were you that naïve growing up? I suppose you were also only ever educated at a regular government school. ************ Don't you wish you'd gone to ... Sissy School. Here we have far superior educational and training facilities provided for those who are enrolled into them. (These institutions are very deeply buried away and not known about by 99.9864% of the population). Until about 10 years ago all the student populations of Sissy Schools were male gendered, but with the creeping advancement in equality for everyone, all Sissy Schools and Colleges now allow females into their student populations. This recent co-educational change now allows graduating females to enter their adult working life as a fully trained and qualified BDSM Dominatrix, or as suitably domesticated slave, sex slave and also a sex pet for a career path. A similar graduating career path is also open to those males who prefer the choice of being a dominant (Master) or the submissive person in their everyday life. Most Dominatrix and Masters go on to become wealthy people with a small number going on to enjoy important roles in big business, private industry or even their country's government. I'd like to now tell you how I grew up being a sissy and how much enjoyment I had as well going to school called The Sisterhood of Perpetual Indulgence College for Sissies or S.P.I.C.S which I quickly learned was usually called and known colloquially as PRICKS by all the students pupils and staff. MY FIRST CLEAR MEMORY in life was of walking around a huge mansion wearing a pair of panties and a camisole. I was 18 month's old at the time, a first born (and only born as I found out when I was 6) with parents who walked around calling each other Mistress (which was my mom) and Slave (who was my dad). I had a happy early childhood surrounded by everything possibly feminine you can imagine from the clothes I wore to the toys I played with, most of which were dolls, paddles and whips and the occasional rubber head mask with zips for my mouth to breathe through. I was never allowed to meet or play with other people's children because my parents wouldn't allow it. As I grew up my parents sometime regretted that, until I was enrolled as a full term school boarder at S.P.I.C.S. But I never regretted it. By my fourth birthday my mind was already made up about what I wanted to be later on in life and my parents were more than happy to allow me the opportunity to be that, so with the finest education money could buy, when graduating out at 18, I was proud to know and call myself a PRICKS sissy. From my first day at school and wearing an exceedingly short girl's dress that showed off my ruffled panties to everyone, I quickly became a warm favourite of the teaching faculty, admin and ancillary staff. Mom had written down my sissy name to be used by my teachers which was Dianne. For me though it wasn't only how I was enthusiastically accepted there but also how quickly I became enamoured with the school's class room learning methods, the school rules, sports, drama, etiquette training, vocational training and all the other wonderful things the school offered its teachers and students. Dad had gone to the same school so he was made sure I knew all about it before I went there. By the time final bell rang for the end of day 1, my face was covered in crusty caked dry semen, my panties were filled with cold sticky semen and my breath smelled of musky jizz. My ruffled white satin panties' crotch was soaked and exceptionally squishy to walk around in. The tights I had on were badly laddered with holes and wide seem run lines and the front of my uniform dress had several grass stains in it. My appearance was no different with most of the other students there and I already knew that my first year at school would mainly involve me getting my body and mind used to being used as a sex toy, and any actual intellectual training would not start till the beginning of the following school year. Because of the privacy and secrecy surrounding sissy schools as well as the exorbitant school fees that PRICKS charged my first year class numbered only 15, and that the school's policy had always meant that no more than 20 children were enrolled and started each year. Exceptions were allowed when a sissy transferred in from another sissy school, but this was only allowed if the parents were moving from other states. So you can start to see that being PRICKS was an exceptional honor for any sissy. In my instance I was also selected along with two other new boys and girls to receive a necklace presented to the five of us at the welcoming assembly by the school Principal - Master Sir. This was to let all of the students in the school know we'd been selected for special tuition under his tutelage at school. And this distinction on my first day too! I also had another special set of rules I had to follow and obey for Master Sir, which all of my teachers tested me on in each class. For most of the first term there each class involved mostly sexual training. We had teachers for anal sex, oral sex, insertion training, punishment training, how to tease training, sissy dressing, sissy walking, sissy talking, sissy obedience, as well as classes for dominance behaviour, dominance speaking and so forth. I can't recall a day when either I, or any of my fellow first years sissies didn't walk to our rooms/dormitories without being covered in men's and women's juices caked on our uniforms. We had already been told at the welcoming assembly that the teachers were also allowed to have sex with any student at any time and the teaching faculty took full advantage of that too. None of the students were ever deliberately hurt, even during BDSM classes, otherwise the teacher concerned could be disciplined themselves usually by the Principal Master Sir, whose attire each day was very similar to my mom's clothing except his was more masculine styled. While all the students in year 1 were given anal sex and oral several times a day, wearing the Principle's necklace meant that we three boys and the two girls also got personalised sex training on top of what we practiced in class. Unlike all the other new boys and girls, my mom had made sure I was able to be regularly fucked at any time by having had me wear a butt plug in my arse for the six months up to my first day attendance at school. So for me, there was no crying out in pain or even (in one boy's case) fainting the first time I was fucked as part of my class education. I was also the only pupil in my class who could drive my teachers wild with my ability to suck them off so well too. Some of the other pupils in my class it seemed were jealous of how I was being treated and spoken to by our teachers, but as long as my teachers and Principal were pleased, I didn't care what the others thought. If the teachers liked to fuck me or when during oral classes they'd enthusiastically congratulate me when I opened my mouth to show them it was full of their jizz before swallowing it and telling them how nice it tasted, that was what I was concerned about entirely. I can't ever remember a day when I wasn't sitting in class or walking around between periods, walking in high heels and wearing satin panties (ruffled or plain), a suspender belt and stockings that weren't clammy with freshly warm and sometimes mixed with cooling semen in them, that would overflow my panty's crotch and trickle down inside my stockings and onto my ankles. Often I also had to service other teachers in the hallways between classes, because they all seemed to like what I was wearing most days, although other boys and some of the girls also had to look after other teachers as well. Sometimes several of us would be looking at one another faces as we were being fucked or kneeling down in front of teachers in the hallways or along the walking paths between buildings. For my first two weeks as a full boarder there, I would sleep in my own private room instead of having to share with three others in a common bedroom. The advantages of that were waking up of a morning earlier than normal times and being able to douche myself properly clean inside with warm fragrance scented water. Then I could also take my time putting on sissy clothing and apply some lippy before flouncing down to breakfast in the school hall. After my 2nd Friday there, I pranced back to my room after tea to find a letter had been placed under the door addressed to me. After opening and reading it, I got so excited to learn I'd been chosen to be my housemaster's (Mr Horan) live in pet for the year and was invited to attend afternoon tea the following afternoon at his lodgings. Among dad's indoctrination talks with me, he mentioned about this possibility, which he assured me was considered a reward and that I would be expected to become a role model student for the remainder of my time at the school this year. The following afternoon I took extra special care getting ready to meet my housemaster. After choosing my shortest skirt and nicest top and putting on my sexiest lingerie and stockings, I chose my tallest heels (6 inch high D.F.M. stilettos) (definitely fuck me) and made sure my skirt's hem was high enough to ensure I wasn't able to walk without showing off my apricot satin panties every time I placed one heel infront of the other. After applying a generous coating of frosted candy pink colour to my lips, I did a quick air spray of my favourite perfume then walked through the descending mist to make sure my body was dusted in a lovely fragrant scent before setting off in our building up to the 3rd floor house master's suite of rooms. The sound of my heels clacking echoed in the stairwell and had several older students coming out of their rooms to see who was making the noise. I was encouraged to see how many looks of appreciation I garnered from higher year sissies and female doms all the way to the 3rd floor landing, where I paused momentarily to steady my nerves before click clacking over to the house masters door and knocking on it. A rich warm voice telling me to enter had me opening the door and turning round to primly close it, before turning back around to see inside. What I first saw was how large the room appeared to be and that there were several hallways and doors leading off of it. On quickly looking further I saw on the left hand side of the room a small lounge setting with a flat screen TV and Mr Horan seated on the lounge completely naked and with a very stiff erection smiling at me, before asking me to come and stand in front of him. As I walked over deliberately emphasising placing one stilettoed shoe infront of the other, Mr Horan complimented me on how sexy and teasing I looked, telling me I was sultry and slutty looking but also partly angelic and innocent looking? He slightly lifted the front of my skirt and gently fondled my satin wrapped tiny package carefully pinching between his thumb and fingers the head of my teensy cock head, which by then rubbing his thumb and one of his fingers on quickly saw it become darker with my involuntary expulsion of prepubescent smeg, which made him smile. Signalling by a motioning of his other hand to turn around, I silently did so. Mom had taken pains (as had my first teasing class) to make sure I turned around carefully slowly, making sure I didn't stumble due to my 6 inch F.M. heels, which had Mr Horan silently nodding his head and smiling even more broadly. "Oh yes my dear, you've been taught well by your mistress mother haven't you? Yes, very nicely done. I want you to look at my cock now and see what you've made me do looking at you like this" he told me. I looked down and saw the tip of his cock now slick and shiny with precum, which had been dry when I had first walked in and clearly seen it. Mr Horan softly took my right hand and gently placed it on the tip, before my first tease class lesson had me softly tightening it on his tip and squeezing it, which with the slimy viscosity of the precum had me sliding my hand down his stiff pole, before starting to slide back towards the tip. "Just keep doing that softly to me young Diane" he instructed while he leant forward and over me and I felt one of his left hand's fingers on the back of my satin panties and slide over and onto my anal area before quickly finding my opening and slowly but firmly pushing my panty and his fingertip inside of me making me moan softly. Lifting my body up just enough to allow him to sit back down, he sat back down taking me with him as he made me sit in his lap with my back to him. He was careful to make sure when he sat me down that I wouldn't hurt his erection, although my training in class already had me spreading my legs just far enough to both cushion my light weight while also making my opening easily be able to push his erect cock over to one side of my hole. I turned around to him and smiled before slowly and carefully moving the back of my hips and thighs around and over his groin teasing him unmercifully. My provocative actions had him chuckling and I felt one of his hands run along the front of my panties and down to my crotch, which he quickly pulled it to one side while with his other hand (and my assistance) quickly position my back of buttocks till I felt the tip of his erection pushing at the small but distinct gape I had there, and his cock head entered me. A gentle lift of his hands gripping my waist quickly saw him impaling my anus completely. It was a partially dry insertion even with the slickness of his smeg I smeared over him, but it was far from being painful. Lifting me and down several times soon had me slippery wet and eager to feel his clock plunge as deep into me as possible. I soon felt the buttons on my top being undone and eased apart before feeling his warm hands zeroing in on my small boy nips and being pulled/stretched just far enough away from me as well as his caressing them to have me moaning with my back now helplessly resting against his chest as my body went into full fucking mode. Within moments my legs were spread widely abandoned, my hands desperately trying to find a way to reach back and hold onto something as Mr Horan's own sexual desires had him now frantically thrusting in and out of me desperate to ejaculate. When I felt his hands grip my shoulders and push down onto them and felt his groin push harder than before into me and stop, it signalled to me I was being enthusiastically fertilised before hearing his fast noisy breaths gulping for air. About 20 seconds after this I felt his entire body relax and his arms come around my front and enfold me gently. "No don't try and get off of me Dianne, just let me soften up and slide out of you when I want to" before kissing the nape of my neck gently. So I let my own body and mind relax as well instead of doing what my one class in hygiene had taught me and cleaning off my partners cock. A minute or so later I felt his cock gently eel out of me and his semen begin to ooze out of me while I desperately tried to clench it inside of me. "You'd best go and get yourself clean up back there my dear" Mr Horan suggested, which I quickly did, moving over to where I assumed correctly the bathroom might be. Noting a facecloth hanging off the shower screen I quickly rinsed it in warm water, applying hand soap as well before wringing it dry and taking the towel from off of the rack hurried back into the lounge room where Mr Horan was comfortably still sitting where I had left him. Quickly and gently taking a hold of his now limp cock, I carefully cleaned it and his balls and inner thighs till I felt he no longer had any of our fluids on him before then petting him dry with the towel. I used the clean part of the face cloth to try and prevent any of the fluids staining his lounge, which seemed to be appreciated by him for my thoughtfulness. "Tomorrow after lunch I'm going to have a couple of my senior students help you with your clothes and things and have them bought up to my rooms here Dianne for you to stay here for the rest of the school year." That seemed more like an ultimatum than anything of a request, since I'd had no say whatsoever so far. "Now you've been the ideal pet for her master and looked after him without being asked to do so, so I want you to please go into the bathroom and make yourself clean and fresh for me, then I'll get us something to eat and drink, then explain what I'll want from you from now on... ********* Sissy School 2 will include all of her new duties as well as the rest of the school year. Feel free to contact me with criticisms or ideas. Email: kennethcoomber@yahoo.com