Date: Mon, 28 Sep 2020 12:23:37 +0000 (UTC) From: Ken Coomber Subject: Sissy School 2 Sissy School 2 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. *********************************************************************** Previously chapter: So I want you to please go into the bathroom and make yourself clean and fresh for me, while I get us something to eat and drink, then I'll explain what I want from you from now on... Present chapter: Now fresh and clean I came back into the main room to find Mr Horan putting down a plate of patty cakes on to the dining table. "Ah Dianne, you're looking nice and refreshed now my sweet, please take a seat and have something to eat. I'll just bring the teapot and milk jug and join you in a moment. Although Mom had tried to teach me to be 100% attentive to an Owners feelings and needs, she also explained that at times I would be expecting it to be the other way around, so I sat down as demurely and femininely as I could. When Mr Horan was finally seated at the table he looked at me very carefully and it felt as though he had X-ray vision and could see all the way into my mind, before he spoke. "Dianne, I must apologise and say it was very remiss of me not to ask if you would even like to move in with me," which I hadn't even been expecting to hear. His next words were meant to assure me of his genuine sincerity. "Yes" he quietly chuckled self-consciously, "I'm not really sure why I said what I did and you must be wondering what type of an ogre I am" he looked at me red faced at trying to apologise. "It's just that your behaviour is so feminine, precise and so natural and that with those qualities and how lovely you look, I have to tell you may have stolen an old man's heart and I'm just hoping you don't break it entirely." I would have been overwhelmed but from my when starting to get ready for him today, right up until now, my entire plan had been to lure him into taking me as his pet this year. I chose my words carefully (for a 6 year old). "Master" I whispered timidly and he nodded his head and said yes as allow me to continue speaking. "Master, I've been brought up as a sissy and taught to accept that my one and only goal in life is to obey my master's every command and to make sure he is pleased in every way imaginable. I'd been desperately hoping to be allowed to become either your pet, or if not yours, one of the lesser teachers teaching here master". "Mom and especially my Dad have spent considerable hours indoctrinating me to serve an Owner and although I'm a little confused about my situation with the school Principal(Master Sir), I'd give almost" and I paused, "no I'd give anything, to be your pet or slave Master" and I looked at him with my best puppy dog eyes look. Mr Horan chuckled again and smiled humorously, "Oh my little pet, I'll make you my worshipful slave in such a short space of time, then before this year is through you'll be a slave that will have every person meeting you, captivated and spell bound by your beautiful sissy-ness and total devotion to me, that they'll be pleading with me to allow them the opportunity to spend an hour, a day, a night, or even just a minute with you, alone my precious sissy Dianne." His words so swept me away, I unwittingly stood up (against all of the training and threats that mom had drilled into me about allowing an Owner to be the one who decides what I should do and say) that without saying a word I walked over to him, then as he silently stood up, I fell to my knees and carefully pulled down his trousers fly and managed to deftly pull out his (again) stiff cock, before carefully placing the tip of it inside my mouth and softly sucking. He sighed loudly and softly placed both of his hands in either side of my head to guide my mouth for his pleasure. This allowed me to be able to slobber all over his cockhead with my spit while also allowing me to gently slide my mouth of his cock and suckle his balls and scrotum, before sliding my mouth back onto his rock hard cock. As soon as I did, I felt one of his hands move to the back of my head while the other took a firm grip of my long hair on top and begin to deep throat me. As young as I was, Mom had been teaching me with dildos how to do this since I'd been 5y.o. and to do it without flinching or gagging (which took quite some time to perfect) so that my mouth and jaw, throat and neck muscles were relaxed entirely. This allowed him to vigorously fuck my throat and face. By relaxing the rest of my body to where it felt like a rag doll being thrown about, I had Mr Horan skull fucking me mercilessly and furiously until without stopping or warning me he deposited a huge thick load of sperm well down my throat, thereby only allowing me to use my swallowing muscles to help it on its way into my tummy. To his loud gasps of astonishment and trying to catch his breath with huge gasps for oxygen he forced my head and mouth off of his now far softer cock, which then allowed me to use my mouth to catch the overflow out of its piss slit and any sperm left along his shaft. His cock head now was extremely sensitive to my soft tongue's ministrations and he had to grab my head quickly and tell me he was super sensitive there at the moment to let me know I was done and he was satisfied. "Dianne" he said emotionally "I used to believe that up until today, that your Dad had always given me the perfect blow job when I'd taught him. Consider yourself from now on to know, that you his sissy son has now given me the best blowjob of my entire 53 years of life" before laughing and telling me, "I hope you fuck half as good as your teacher's reports said you do". Then telling me to stand up straight he sat down on his chair and undoing several of my blouse's top buttons, pulled my collar far apart on the left hand side before telling me I was his slave now and forever before unloading on me the most incredibly fantastic feeling love bites on my neck I'd ever had. He then slowly did the same to the other side of my neck, except this time I also positioned my neck to allow me to enjoy it even more. My body and mind weren't capable of being able to handle the sexually bliss exploding through my 6 year old body. I felt faint and swooned slightly forward before his strong arms prevented me from falling any further. Sweeping me up into his arms, he carried me over to the lounge and gently placed me there before walking off and returning two minutes later and carefully fastening around my neck a necklace, which he told me was to show everyone I was now his property. He said we had one thing still left to do together today to show I was his and asked me to follow him, holding my hand as he led me off down a short corridor to a bedroom, saying "if you were fertile slave I'd be about to rape a child into you my dear". Since I was now his official slave, it made me sexily striptease for him before undressing him completely for my first full look at my new master's body. Considering his 53 years, his body wasn't unacceptable. His cock was about 6 ½ inches and definitely thick, circumcised, with two good sized balls in a low hanging scrotum sack and I also knew he adequately produced more than enough semen to satisfy most people, certainly me. His chest along with most of his body had a light covering (if not thick) of hair over it although I already knew he kept his groin shaved smooth. Seeing him naked now I was excited about him fucking me and leaving a healthy load of jizz inside me. I quickly had him erect with my soft delicate hands and slippery coated with his smeg to turn around and lean over the side of the bed, assuming he was definitely hard enough to want to stand behind and fuck me thoroughly through and through, but was surprised to feel his hands grab my waist and lift me bodily onto the bed with my head facing the pillows, before getting onto the bed behind me and reaching forward to take one of the pillows and place it just infront of my face while the other he placed under my groin, raising it just enough off of the bed to have easy access to my backdoor. He didn't hurry doing any of this and was also careful not to accidently place a knee on top of any part of me. He then eased over the top of me again (making me wonder how heavy he might be when he finally did get on top me) while apologising, to open his bedside drawer and take out a tube of lubricant. I soon felt a probing finger at my back door wiping what seemed just a small amount of lubricant inside of me, then his body back over me again as he reached for his bedside drawer to return the tube, before settling himself again now heavily astride my small buttocks and announcing I would never service another teacher or any school student (who so far had never touched me) except for the teachers who handled my classes. Then without another word he positioned his cock on the edge of my opening and pushed in hard and fast without hesitating or slowing, causing me to genuinely scream loudly in pain while he then immediately started thrusting hard and fast back and forth inside of me. He laughed. "That's it my darling Dianne, scream out long and loud letting every student in your house know your housemaster is claiming you for himself and that you are now mine". My screaming was genuine because his fast and deep entry had been made with very little lubrication inside of me. Normally if he had been a little slower entering me, I would have most likely not screamed at all but moaned in delight. Even after a minute of hard thrusting his cock still really hurt and my involuntary loud grunts and shouts of pain only spurred my new Master to greater heights of fucking. "Yes, that's it my lovely slave, feel the pain of your Master's cock as he pounds you into the mattress. I'm going to fuck you till your dry and raw inside before I fertilise you, so that when you try and walk around afterwards, you'll be doing so limping and letting all the other boys see how a hard fucked sissy walks". After giving him a slightly faked whimper of pain, he picked up his thrusting pace incredibly and soon was producing flesh slapping sounds loud enough for anyone with an ear against a nearby wall or listening at the door to savour the arse pounding I was taking. As his fucking speed increased, my anal nerves started reacting more pleasurably and I began meeting each thrust in with a push back of my own. Mom with her dildo, and Dad sometimes with his cock's erection made by a small hand pump, had taught me to enjoy all of the sensations in my anal nerve endings and although I couldn't produce semen at my age, I could dry cum and feel the effects tingle through my groin and thighs as I squirmed and squealed at the electrifying results. So as I matched my Master's thrusts, my body was already telling me I'd soon most likely reach my peak and I started to moan and squeal with each in and out thrust. When I started to squirm about Mr Horan simply lowered his body further back down onto mine, his weight now trapping me as he kept up his pounding rhythm, thereby only enabling me to hopelessly squeal ever louder. My Master was soon letting me know (along with any one inside the building listening) about his enjoyment, as he described how my arse felt as he fucked it. As he neared closer to orgasm he was loudly telling me about the types of things he'd be doing to me whenever he got the chance in the future until he screamed out "Yes, take all of my sperm honey and thank me" which I did loudly and obediently, before squealing loudly at my own dry orgasm which I let him know about in shrill tones, before I felt his full bodyweight coming down on top of me, slowly and totally exhausted and physically slaked. I woke up again almost 90 minutes later to the exquisite pleasure of being heavily love bitten at the joining of my leg to my body on the soft flesh of my left inner thigh. The mixture of both the pain and my erogenous zones emitting pleasure endorphins through my brain, left me whimpering, before without stopping except to draw a deep breath, my Master did exactly the same thing just as high up on my right inner thigh, perhaps making the sucking more intense and certainly lasting longer. My body simply collapsed in on itself spasming helplessly, as I helplessly moaned in ecstatic pleasure unable to speak. Mr Horan spoke for me since I still wasn't capable of speaking, telling me he had wanted to mark me further, so that when I walked back to my room shortly I'd be doing so gingerly and thereby letting anyone who saw me, would start up the school's well known rumour mill describing what he might/must have done to me to have me walking so carefully. "Thank you Master for marking me" I told him, still not entirely aware of what he meant. I lay on the bed for a few more minutes recovering my wits before trying to ease slowly off the bed. My Master was sitting on the edge of the bed, possibly waiting for me to do so. As I tried to move my legs to allow me to slide off the raised bed, my thigh love bites made themselves "Very" aware in my brain and I whimpered while trying to spread my legs just slightly enough to allow my toes and then both of my feet to touch the carpeted floor. That's when I unintentionally groaned loudly and tried to cover my inner thighs with my hands while I bent half way over reacting to the pain. My Master voiced his joyous pleasure at my discomfort before coming over and slowly helping me out to the bathroom, where one of two floor length mirrors hung from the door and the other at the far window. He let me see both sides of my neck which were now had darkening blackish purple spreading bruises on either side. I wouldn't possibly be able to hide either bruise (even using liquid foundation that Mom had taught me to use), before he gently pried my legs apart just enough for me to see the bottoms of both thigh's bruises, proudly telling me he'd take some photos of them for me and that he'd send an email to both of my parents with pictures of all the love bites. He then went and got quite an expensive looking (to me anyway) camera and proudly made me position myself to enable him to take a number of photos of my bruises before showing me how to operate the camera and make me take several photos of the bruises I had put on "his" neck. He then helped me into the shower where he joined me to gently wash the both of us off of any semen on our bodies. He also gave me a fragrant soap douching using a small hand pump to clean out inside me before we carefully towelled each other dry. Telling me to come and get dressed when I was ready, before walking back to his bedroom to get dressed, I slowly hobbled back shortly afterwards, to see him now dressed in a black colored open front and back leather pair of leggings, no underpants, a tight leather vest and black leather gloves. His erect cock and low hanging balls and sack were proudly displayed as was his arse to anyone that wasn't blind. I however was now being ordered not to get dressed until it was almost time for me to leave. Once he was dressed in a slave master's attire, he gently guided me back outside entirely naked and over to the lounge, where he helped me make myself as comfortable as possible. Ordering me not to move he went and got me a soft drink and something alcoholic for himself to sip on as well as some nibbles to eat, before sitting back down beside me to explain in detail what was going to happen to me tomorrow and about what I'd be doing and learning about as his slave living with him. After telling me I had to have all my things packed and ready tomorrow by 10 am, he'd be sending his senior prefects to carry my luggage upstairs. Tomorrow I was to wear what he would be giving me before I left today saying it was something pretty, sexy and also loose enough for what he would attach me to me shortly. He then went into his bedroom and came out carrying a cardboard box which he put down between the both of us on the floor. Looking inside it I could recognise most of the equipment because Mom made Dad wear it at home. For the next half hour he explained to me about things the two of us would share and enjoy throughout the rest of the year. Apparently (since I hadn't been told before) no student under 10 was allowed to partake in BDSM of any form. That being said, Mr Horan explained that the head teacher for all training of BDSM courses and he was that teacher, although Master Sir the school principal held advanced post graduate courses for select students wishing to become dominant master/owners or submissive slaves. My Master and the Principal had apparently discussed my situation at some length before my Master had obtained an exemption from Master Sir for me to be allowed to wear some bondage from now on (at my Master's discretion). He then took out a spray can and after shaking it vigorously, sprayed it thickly over my nipples, which with the sudden chilling rapidly firmed into tiny hard round lumps, before carefully piercing each of them and inserting two thick small steel rings attached to small thin metal pins that allowed the rings to swing up and down. It had all been done painlessly due to the freeze spray and Master smiled at me telling me he'd make sure I had the largest and most sensitive nipples of any boy under 10 before the end of the year. He then went and sprayed my belly button and soon had attached inside it a bright ruby red piece of glass, telling me it was fairly easy for him or me to change the color of the glass depending on what I was wearing. I then found my limp little cock's head being freeze sprayed and having a heavy steel ring of about 3 inches in diameter attached to it. Which as soon as Master let go of it had the weight of the ring quickly dropping my miniscule penis down and hidden behind the ring. He also showed me a bright fluorescent candy pink dog leash that would be attached whenever he wanted to take me for a walk. The piece de resistance though was to be left till later, as he explained that until my neck bruises faded I'd have to wait to find out, but that he was certain I'd be happy when the time eventually came. He then spent some time picking up out of the box and explaining to me, certain types of training equipment which were all designed to inflict pain as well as pleasure to almost any part of my body. As the small clock in the room chimed 5 o'clock, he told me I should go and get dressed in "our" bedroom and I needn't bother wearing the stockings I'd worn here, also telling me he wanted me to wear my blouse with the top three buttons undone. Surprisingly it took me almost 20 minutes to get dressed again, mostly because of the difficulties of putting on my panties whose elastic leg band now rested over my inner thigh's love bites, which whenever I tried to pull them down far enough to avoid the stinging, they'd ride back up onto the bruises irritating them painfully. Then there was the difficulty of trying to put my 6inch F.M. heels back on my feet. A knock at the front door had me hearing Master talking to several older sounding boys, before he brusquely ordered me to come back outside as my escorts were here to take me back to my room. So I walked back outside into the lounge room nervously carrying my heels slung in one hand and holding my stocking in the other, before stopping infront of Master with my head bowed subserviently. "Master, this slave can't put her shoes back on because it hurts too much to bend" I told him demurely. I heard the faintest of stifled sniggers from one of the three boys there, which had Master telling me I'd better improve my abilities quickly, before ordering Marcus "help the sissy put her shoes back on for her please". I slowly hobbled over to one of the dining chairs and gingerly sat down, unable to stop myself from grimacing or making a soft whimper. I saw one of the other boys, who Master introduced as some of the school prefects nudge his colleague, out of my Master's view. Marcus then knelt down to help me and because of how I was sitting, had a delightful view of my satin panty gusset and crutch as well as being able to see the purple black bruising there. Once he had finally threaded the last thin strap through and buckled my heels correctly, I struggled to get up again, holding onto the table for leverage. Master made my humiliation more embarrassing by asking Colin and Jeff to pick up the cardboard box he pointed to, between them and carry it back into the bedroom for him. It didn't need the two of them to do this, but I saw them look into the box when Jeff bent down to pick it up, while Colin looked into as he helped lift it back up again which they then carried into the bedroom, coming back out both smiling knowledgably and broadly. "Jeff will you get Dianne's shoulder bag over there" pointing to the lounge "and hand it to her for me please", which had him moving quickly to do so and handing it to me with an obvious smirk about the feminine name Master had used. He then went and handed a very daintily wrapped parcel covered in pink bows and told Colin, "carry this down stairs for Dianne will you Colin and hand it to her when you escort her inside please", before telling me "it's been a pleasure to entertain you this afternoon Dianne and you needn't have to worry about moving in here tomorrow because you'll have three strong boys to carry everything for you". This had me receiving three enthusiastic affirmative assurances before Master callously told me "you're dismissed now slave" earning me three sets of evil smiles from my escorts before Master asked them to wait a moment as he took the stockings from out of my hand and proceeded to loosely tie my wrists and hands behind me leaving me plenty of slack in the arms for some form of comfort. I then was told I could start towards the door again. My slow gingerly exit out the door had Master calling out to my escort, "make sure the sissy doesn't fall down the steps on me please Marcus" which had the effect of having several doors being opened once I started down the stairs. The student's faces that hurriedly appeared leered at my gingerly slow progress walking downstairs. As I heard Master's door slam closed, my escorts no longer held back what they'd been thinking, with Colin and Jeff clearly imagining and talking about what Master might have done to me, including whipping my arse, because I was walking so carefully, although they did at least get the arse fucking part correct. Of course they said it loud enough for the small student audience that had gathered on each flight's landing to hear and snigger or add their own remarks as to what Master may have done to me. Oddly enough Marcus, the prefect escort I had to physically lean against and help me descend the stairs, only whispered encouragement to me so that the other two didn't really hear what he was saying to me. Perhaps that was why I allowed his hand to remain under my skirt fondling my satin pantied arse the entire way back downstairs. Once on the ground floor it was only two doors along to my unit which he had a pass key to and opened for me, before allowing me to enter first after which the three of them followed me inside, and Jeff handed me the bow bedecked parcel. After telling them they were dismissed and advising them that Mr Horan had instructed him to make sure he had my suitcases easily available to pack and that he'd see them in the prefect's room shortly, saw them leaving me, although not without each giving me a further strong sucking kiss on the bruises on my neck. Marcus told me after they left that he'd prefer I didn't say anything about it to Mr Horan and that it was an accepted custom that the prefects used to help a pet's 1st meeting with a prospective House Master received some sort of non-cash reward. Usually the reward was nothing more than a quick peck on the cheek or lips. "If you want their undying obedience, I suggest you consider kissing them tomorrow somewhere out of the ordinary places on the body. My reward as the senior boy would normally be to get to fuck you, but Mr Horan spoke to me about that yesterday and you're definitely out of bounds now". "Oh about him marking you on the neck Dianne as Mr Horan did to you, I'd recommend you own it. And if you do, describe getting it extravagantly to anyone who asks. When you thighs cool down, be entirely outrageous with the truth describing the bruises there as well, because you're already consider an exceptional fuck by those of the teaching faculty who have had you" he laughed. "The Principal's already sent a staff memo out yesterday, stating your now out of bounds to any of the faculty, non-faculty or students here". He then helped me get my heels off and got to enjoy looking at my panty gusset at the same time. He also then helped me get my panties off by carefully stretching my panty's leg openings just far enough to be able to ease them over and past my black/purple bruised inner thighs. He even went into my bathroom and came out holding a tube of moisturiser and saying I might need some of this for tonight and very lightly applying it to the bruising. The final thing he did before leaving was to go down to the prefects room and get two small plastic bags full of ice and then place them on each inner thigh to help lessen the swelling and the bruising. Once he saw that I was lying on my bed with several towels under my hips and my legs parted just enough to allow for the two bags of ice to nestle between them, he bid me farewell and reminded me if I needed anything during the night I was to go to his room (29) on the top floor and knock. I thanked him and gave him the panties I'd been wearing as a reward for helping me and being so considerate.