Date: Mon, 26 Oct 2020 14:08:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ken Coomber <kennethcoomber@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissy school 4

Sissy School 4
By Ken C

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PRICKS is a synonym for "THE SISTERHOOD of PERPETUAL INDULGENCE COLLEGE FOR
SISSIES"

Used to be called SPICS but the school's student's now know it as PRICKS

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Well it's now four years later. I'm turning 11 and still Mr Horan's kept
sissy, living in his school's apartment of rooms on the top floor. Please
adjust your watches or clocks accordingly.


EACH year had seen me being awarded the PRICKS prize for Best Sissy and
each year saw a growing number of frustrated senior leaving students
wishing they had the chance to fuck me silly. Fortunately or perhaps
unfortunately for me, my master's necklace signified to anyone associated
with PRICKS that I was never to be fucked or even touched by anyone except
by or with Mr Horan's approval


I now wore the school's girl uniform exclusively and even did my gym
classes wearing girls sport's outfits, where I changed in a locked cubicle
inside the P.E master's room, which thankfully for any of my classmates in
later classes included showering facilities.


Momma and poppa were so proud of my progress, momma even allowed my
owner/master complete freedom to train me into becoming the perfect sissy
for when I graduated six years from now.


Mr Horan had had both my nipples pierced with small but heavy gold plated
rings, as well as the tip of my teensy little cocklet, under my nut sack,
as well as my belly button. He'd gone and had a matching thin but heavy
gold chain strung and soldered to my nipple rings so they were always being
tugged downwards slightly, as well attaching to my cock ring a small gold
plated tiny bell, that tinkled lightly every time I walked anywhere.


This innovation was soon being copied by other teachers with their own
pets. The sound of light tinkling as some student's passed by became a
regular sound around the buildings and hallways of the college during
change of rooms. Of course some of the girl students enrolled at PRICKS
became slightly jealous and envious of the boy sissies and soon a lot of
the girls began having their clitorises pierced (if they hadn't already
done so) and attached with small bells (some had two or even three
attached), which made them walk around panty less under their uniform
skirts so the tinkling sound could be quite clearly heard and not be
muffled. The school principal Master Sir, also granted teachers the same
privilege if they wanted to be (or already were) pierced and wear small
bells, which soon led to any other students being allowed to do so as well.


Of course the first time I came home for holidays with my bells and momma
and poppa heard me tinkling, they were so thrilled that momma quickly had
poppa wearing two small bells on the tip of his penis ring while she wore
two tiny bells on both of her nipple piercing rings. Anyone visiting our
home commented on hearing a tinkling sound which depending on the guest,
had my parents muffling their giggles and trying to mislead them, or
excitedly showing their guests where the tinkling sound was coming from,
encouraging those friends to get bells for themselves.


Anyway... Part of my graduating from out of junior school to big school
meant also deciding what could be my sexuality later on in life. I was
still at least a year away from reaching puberty, (according to poppa who
thought it 2 or 3 years more likely if I was like him) but determining my
most likely sexual leanings would need to be determined shortly in case,
shock of horrors, puberty came early.


Poppa had with momma's help (along with his PRICKS education ) become a
worthy eunuch pet, who after siring a son with her, had immediately been
castrated to prevent any further spreading of his seed (although momma and
him had wisely frozen some of his wrigglers, just in case momma might
change her mind).  I surprisingly, had been allowed to offer an opinion as
to my future sexual leanings by them.


Although poppa had been very enthusiastic about helping me during my
upbringing, which was to eventually become a submissive sissy like him,
(and so learn how to please both men and women accordingly) he still wanted
me to experience the exciting rush of sperm surging up my cock spout hole
and out into the air at least once, so I could remember it for the rest of
my natural life. Momma wasn't, explaining to me (as she held me in her arms
comforting me) that I didn't need to be corrupted in becoming the perfect
sissy for some else, by experiencing such a cruel and unpleasant sensation
as ejaculating my first sperm load.


Feeling my face cushioned in between momma's two soft warm titty cushions
was very calming and soothing, so I wasn't completely listening to poppa's
argument, instead wishing I had breasts as big as momma's and I could
produce milk out of them for someone to nurse.  I'd been hoping the tiny
breast buds I had now, would've had grown quicker (after gobbling all those
oestrogen supplement tablets Master and Momma had arranged for me to take)
like some of the girls breasts in my classes at PRICKS had.


True I wore a bra like a lot of the girls did, but it was also true that
like most of those other girls, my bra was only a training bra, unlike some
of the girls like Jenny and Sharon, who loudly boasted to everyone how they
had just graduated up to a B Cup size.  Of course everyone knew Miss
Philip's breast size was 36EE, which almost every girl and sissy in my
classes wanted to be too. She always wore tops or dresses that were low
cut, so that when she bent forward and leaned down to talk to you, all you
could see were 2 lovely soft white globes and huge rock hard pink nipples
cradled in lacy bras begging to be touched or suckled on.


"SNAP OUT of daydreaming you horny Nifty readers"... As I was typing a
paragraph before,


Momma wanted for me to be an unsullied virgin eunuch, which poppa didn't
mind, although he wanted me to experience a jism before I went through a
traditional ceremony at school performed on sissies whose parents wanted
their sons (and sometimes daughters) to become sterile or barren.


My present owner/master Mr Horan had several times in our four years
together as sissy and owner/master, explained to me about what my parents
had wanted to have me eventually become, and was forever telling me about
all the advantages there were in becoming a eunuch. My parents had finally
agreed to allow him to privately perform on me having my scrotum and
testicles banded, similar to lamb tail docking. This entailed having the
top of my scrotum sack carefully pulled tight, so that my two balls inside
it were gently eased downwards, which then allowed him to fasten a thin
metal band around the skin above them before clamping it tightly closed,
therefore stopping any blood from circulating down there and slowly causing
my testes to wither and die.


The anaesthetic spray he used on me, allowed for everything to be painless
although when it wore off, it felt slightly ginger between my legs for
several more days, with my school friends kidding me about my slow bow
legged gait walking. My parents had been thrilled to watch me take this
important step for a submissive sissy, which would offer me the choice to
remain a castrated male, or castrated sissy, or if I so chose to do so when
I was old enough, a male who is surgically altered with a female vagina. If
I chose this route, there were career opportunities open to me such as a
call girl, a prostitute, an everyday woman, a feminised (female) sissy, a
harem slave for gentlemen living overseas, the list of opportunities was
endless.


Since the banding my nut sack over the next few days turned blue black
signifying my balls were dead, so poppa's argument about wanting me to
experience a 1st Jizz, now that my nuts were destroyed once and for all was
really senseless when I thought about it. I think he just wanted me to
believe that I wasn't already a non-surgical eunuch, even if I practically
was, short of the cut and sow.


Momma was thrilled for my life choices now though. She hadn't needed to
even have the debate with poppa about whether I had to be sterilised, and
perhaps she might have done so if only to show what a kind mistress she was
to him (well that's what I thought anyhow). All I and my parents needed to
do, was to sign the permission slip to have me officially castrated, then
wait for the school to announce when it would happen. PRICKS always
announced the castrates names in a general assembly and having them all
line up on stage as their names were called.


I'm not entirely certain about it but apparently everyone else was, but
there was a bit of ironic laughter amid the applause and cheers as my name
was called out and I made my way up onto the stage to join the other future
castratee's!


When a few days later a circular was sent around to every class announcing
that I would be having my castration done publicly in front of the entire
assembled school, I already knew about it and possibly about how most of my
school friend sissies would talk about the announcement. Apparently at
Master Sir's recommendation to allow anyone outside of the two senior
classes to viewing a film taken of one of each year's student's castration
procedures, (which was an examination subject for the senior class
students) my parent's had (so I was told) given their permission for my
castration to be not only filmed for showing, but performed in public with
the entire school watching me be turned into a eunuch.


A letter was also sent home with each student or emailed out for parent's
explaining about my castration event. A limited number of other parent's
(not their children except those already enrolled at PRICKS) would be
allowed to attend and ballot forms were attached showing spaces for a
printed name, a signature below it, which were to be torn off and returned
to PRICKS administration, who would contact the successful persons
accordingly.


A week later the actual place, time and date were announced where my public
castration would be performed. I was feted as a celebrity throughout the
school and in Mr Horan's apartments I lived with in, he fucked me
(sometimes with select close friends and/or fellow teacher's) almost
continuously non- stop, halting only to eat, shower or dress for the next
day's classes or when he needed to recover enough physically for the next
burst of Viagra to kick in.


I was carelessly noisy in farting during classes that week, since it
quickly became known I was being fucked senseless by my owner/master Mr
Horan before for my castration. Each loud wet quiff received a round of
applause or a cheer, along with some encouraging remarks from a class room
teacher or fellow students. That week I felt so many fingers being pushed
inside up me and not reacting, that I earned several more fast fucks
between lessons by certain over heated teachers that I could never have
anticipated. Naturally I would tell my master during his constant fucking
me about them, which caused him to pummel me even faster, harder and
deeper.


FINALLY the fateful day arrived. My parents had joined Mr Horan earlier in
the morning to help prepare me for my de-nutting. Momma bathed, shaved,
dried, powdered, primped, painted my nails (hands and feet) and pampered me
tenderly, before placing a sheer and almost invisible fabric sheet over my
shoulders that had an opening for my head and neck, which was able to be
fastened only at the throat, then helped me slide/glide a pair of sheer
hold up stockings up my sensually smoothly shaved legs, which stopped half
way between knees and thighs. I only needed to slip my best and tallest
stilettoes on to complete the sexy timid sissy patient awaiting their fate.


All of my piercings were clearly on display including my small budding
breasts and their now swollen pierced nipples with "2" thickish silver
plated chains now attached between them. Momma had carefully taken out my
belly button ring, replacing it with a large round zirconium diamanté
jewel that glistened whenever the light hit it directly.


The ring on each side of my nut sack had had to be removed for my banding a
few weeks ago, but it still allowed poppa to take an enormously long thin
gold plated chain he'd brought as my castration ceremony present and double
thread it through ring in the tip of my tiny cocklet, then drew the chain
down between my legs and back up around my waist before then going over
both of my shoulders and through my nipple rings on each side before coming
down my stomach and reattaching to the same ring on my cocklet's tip.


Part of the ceremony requirements were, that students had to be entirely
naked except for wearing shoes and socks or stockings and footwear while
the teachers were requested to wear the uniforms they normally taught in,
which were always meant to expose their genitals and/or breasts at the
front. Students menstruating had to provide proof they were otherwise strip
naked before mandatorily attending, while guest Parents were also expected
to be naked or else wear their usual costumes to signify their status.


This was why momma and poppa had come dressed in full regalia as a dominant
latex mistress with her sissy slave. Momma's outfit saw her shaved bush
prominently displayed along with her breasts and huge rock hard nipples,
nestled in a slight cupped bra that she only needed to bend slightly
forward to have them pop out. Her black latex body suit was completely open
at both the front of her crotch as well as her behind and sported attached
suspenders which held up a pair of expensive black sheer stockings,
complementing the entire ensemble with peep toe stiletto heels. She held
onto a dog leash which was clipped to the tip of my poppa's cock, who
himself was wearing only a well split pair of black latex open crotch and
back undies along with a pair of black ankle boots and a black studded
collar around his neck with the word SISSY in fluorescent bright pink.


Mr Horan as a senior school master wore a black leather open crotch front
Master's outfit, a short small matching leather vest that wasn't able to be
fastened, as well as long black boots. Attached to his unfastened vest was
a set of silver handcuffs, as well as his usual short black leather riding
crop and a pair of tight black gloves. His cock and balls were proudly
displayed and had been shaved completely hairless and oiled or moisturised
so that they glistened, which only emphasised his dominant authority. He
also wore black head wear that saw the front of his face uncovered with his
hair and the back of his head covered entirely.


After momma had carefully placed an almost invisibly sheer facial veil over
the front of my face that clipped round the back of my hair and matched my
wrap, I only had to put on my tallest stilettoes, before being escorted by
the three of them to our school hall, with poppa and momma on each side of
me gently holding a hand as we descended the stairs. I could feel a
tightening on each one to show me how proud they were of me.


Just as we turned the corner I spied a completely naked prefect dash into
the hall where we were to go, and as we stood still momentarily he came
back out and signalled something, which saw momma and poppa lead me towards
the open doorway.  As I nervously set foot through the doorway, the amazing
brightness inside made me reflexively wanting to stop, as both of my
parent's hands pulled me forwards walking down the cleared centre aisle of
seated naked students and over to the stairs that lead onto the stage.


I was soon positioned between both my parents at chairs behind the rostrum
and looking down and around the hall could see a clearly roped off place
with a surgical table and various metal posts along its length. There were
also huge wall mounted TV screens at three places along each of the side
walls of the hall where I also noticed wall cameras swivelling about. I saw
all of my teachers positioned around the wall for supervision, each dressed
like momma or Mr Horan, with a few wearing far less, but always showing
their genitals. Invited parents were dressed either like momma or poppa
with leads attached to collars, nipples and other places. Some of the
parent's slaves were completely naked, but none looking the least
embarrassed at being so.


A sudden rustling of chairs saw everyone standing up as the various school
heads approached the stage and walked up the stairs to take their positions
standing in front of seats, proudly showing off their various genitals as
suited their dress uniforms. I was amazed to see how many senior staff went
Brazilian and had to wonder if it was their normal style or they'd shaved
for today's event!


After the PRICKS school song was sung, everyone was allowed to sit down
while Master Sir took over the master of ceremonies role, welcoming
parent's and other invited guests, the faculty and student body to what he
said was a first for the school and which he hoped might become an annual
event if all was successful. He stated that due to donations provided by
parties interested in attending as well as parent's donations, the school
had received $12,800, which he stated would be used to improve the school's
equipment room that earned general applause around the hall.


He then explained in some detail what was going to happen today, (asking me
to stand up quickly so anyone not knowing who the person was they'd be
seeing castrated today) then described the importance of determining who
was best suited to being a eunuch. After reminding the senior students that
castration was a final examination question, he finished off by saying that
the school's surgeon had helped to design a unique plastic frame that would
enable me to be able to comfortably kneel on the table throughout the
operation while strategically placed cameras would record the entire
operation being performed on me, which he needlessly reminded everyone
there could also be viewed on the large TV screens placed around the hall's
walls.

Turning round to face me he quietly asked me to accompany my parents down
to the surgical table below and follow the doctor's instructions
completely. I stood up nervously with my parents, before they took both of
my hands in theirs and led me to the staircase which I slowly descended,
imagining this was revolutionary France and I was headed for the Madame
guillotine's blade, which in a way I was!


With very few instructions from the school's surgeon other than to use the
steps to get up and kneel on the table, which I did after carefully taking
off my stiletto shoes and handing them to my momma, while suddenly losing 6
inches in height, which had the hall laughing loudly, as I carefully used
the small wooden steps to get up onto the operating table kneeling and
shuffling around following his instructions, before suddenly feeling the
table slowly lower itself down so that the surgeon and his picked select
team of final year students could manoeuvre and manipulate my body around a
frame they began to piece together, which as soon as a part of my was
positioned correctly on it, had that area of my body being quickly fastened
by straps to the frame or else having a sheet of hardened plastic slot over
that part of the body, immobilising it completely.


It took about seven minutes before the surgeon announced himself
satisfied. All the while Master Sir, kept the parent's and guests up to
date with whatever the surgeon and students were doing securing me. I now
found myself completely immobilised with my back legs spread quite a
considerable distance apart, while my chest and front were comfortably
supported but not allowing me to drop any lower. My arms and hands were now
draped on and across padding that enabled my hands to slip through things
akin to a bicycle pedal foot strap, so I could squeeze something similar to
a stress ball in either or both of my hands.


Standing beside me although I couldn't turn my head to see him directly,
the surgeon softly spoke to me and showed me where I could look to see
several small flat screen monitors positioned and see me or my body in any
of them. The monitor I was obviously looking at was the one that now showed
my shaved genitals hanging down and my purple black ruined ball sack was
clearly able to be seen.


It was eerie seeing a partial hand moving about down there and attempting
to listen to Master Sir's oratory describing everything, before I tried to
ignore his commentary and tried to concentrate on whatever the was still
trying to say to me. I was asked to look up for a moment and when I did saw
momma and poppa kissing my forehead and saying it'd be all over shortly and
that they were very proud of me for being so brave. When I heard momma tell
me that, I tensed up in panic managing to move the frame around me slightly
on the table and being loudly whispered to, to remain still while the
needle was being inserted. It actually took five needles. One in each upper
fleshy thigh region which after a few minutes had me seeing but not feeling
the surgeons gloved hands squeezing my ball sack.


Looking down and slightly to one side I was able to see the small table
with the surgical instruments placed in order over it. There were several
implements I though could have been used for torturing people, before my
mind was snapped back into reality as one of the students assisting tapped
my right hand and asked me if I could feel anything down there as I saw the
monitor show the gloved hands continuing to squeeze me and fondle my ball
sack. I then watched in horror as the gloved hands produced a needle and
syringe which must have been being pushed into one of my balls and I
watched the glass container slowly emptying its contents for a few moments
before being extracted.


It was quickly repeated, this time obviously in my other ball I thought,
although the anaesthetic I'd been given was obviously working perfectly so
I couldn't feel anything (thank you lord!) After a few minutes of seeing
nothing happen, Master Sir's voice broke through my thoughts "Now our
patient's groin is completely anesthetized, our school surgeon will begin
the extracting the testes from the scrotum" and I simply prayed he'd
sharpened the instruments carefully, as I saw the gloved hand holding a
sharp scalpel that reflected my groin in the blade under the bright lamps
slowly cut open one side of my sack. It took several slicing movements
before I saw his slightly bloodied gloves moving away holding onto the
bloody scalpel before a clean set of gloves holding white cloth was being
placed under the place where the incision had been made. Then as the clean
gloves moved away the bloodied gloves returned and began appearing to peel
back the skin around the cut slightly while I saw him trying to use his
fingers somehow as if he was trying to work a testicle out of the ball
sack.


Suddenly I saw in his hand an oval sphere shape, partly white and a little
bit greyish and fleshy come out of my ball sack attached to a thin thread
of something darker coloured. I then saw another gloved hand pass him a
pair of scissors and with two snipping motions watched the blades sever the
oval sphere and heard a loud "That's number one ladies and gentleman" and
heard the entire the hall shout out the word "ONE". I then had the dubious
experience of listening to the sound of one of my testicles being dropped
into a shiny steel dish "PLOP" and watch the dish be taken by the clean set
of gloves hands and move it out of my view.  I then got to listen to the
excited voices of the picked team as they described to one another what was
in the dish, before suddenly cease talking.


Soon I saw the bloody gloves return again under me, making a further
incision slightly further over under me and again witnessed the carefully
slow procedure of another shiny clean scalpel being used to slice into my
ball sack again. Again I watched helplessly fascinated as I watched my
other testicle being carefully manipulated out from inside my ball sack,
and the exact same number of scissor cuts being made, then an ecstatic
voice saying louder than necessary, "there's the other rascal folks" then a
loud "TWO" from the hall and then the same haunting "PLOP sound
accompanying it's partner already in the steel dish as thunderous applause
assailed my ears.


Looking back down between my legs I saw a slight oozing of blood coming
from out of my ball sack as a clean pair of gloves holding more cotton was
being quickly placed over the opening, while the applause continued on
unabated for almost a minute before gradually subsiding back to silence.
"Now all that needs to be done is to carefully place small stitches in our
patient wound so that there will only be very slight scaring, while making
sure we don't accidently tie off a vein so that we don't cause any post
operative infections" Master Sir announced to the parents and guests.


Then for the next 20 minutes or so, our school surgeon carefully inserted
the stitching required to close up my empty scrotum, which Master Sir
managed to keep the crowd interested in by asking questions of the students
and visitors alike. As I eerily watched, the hook curve shaped needle began
sewing me up, the surgeon using a separate needle for each knot before
carefully cleaning the entire area with antiseptic and gently wiping it
clean. All I or anyone could see was a small set of black cotton knots
spaced close together, holding the cut flesh closed. Momma and Poppa
hurried over to kiss my face and their huge smiles was their confirmation I
was now a eunuch and I'd get the next few days off to recover, which also
meant no home work!


As I felt another needle in each of my upper thighs, the frame around me
was being quickly taken apart and also the straps as they became visible. I
was then helped slowly and gently from off of the operating table and made
sure I didn't close my legs as I managed to steady my balance, although my
mind was telling me I'd have some trouble walking, which I did.


"Well parents, guests students and faculty, would you all like to applaud
our newest eunuch and thank her parents for allowing us all to witness
their sissy son's permanent emasculation, which saw a thunderous applause
being offered which my parent's glowed from. "Normally a castrated student
is only allowed to see their severed testicles for a few moments before
they're taken away and destroyed in the school ground's
incinerator. However our sissy's father who was an acknowledged student
here himself has suggested and his mistress agrees, that ===========
testicles should be used to start a new ritual for eunuchs at our school".


I then watched along with everyone else as a medium sized but still small,
sturdy wooden table was carried over to where my parents were standing and
placed there infront of them. Then the surgeon came over carrying two
medium shallow bowelled stainless steel trays, being careful to place them
well apart from one another and not spill the contents, which a quick
lowering of my head saw one of my testicles in each tray.


My parents were then ceremoniously handed small steel gavels similar to
meat tenderizers, before turning to one another and then over to me, before
smiling evilly and bring the metal gavels down hard and fast onto my
testicles which saw them immediately crushed flat and any fluids inside
them spraying out everywhere mixed in with a little bit of the balls as
well.


The students were cheering loudly, although a number of them looked
slightly pale, along with several of the parents, mostly fathers who were
imagining their balls being squashed flat that way.  Master Sir them came
down from off of the stage and shook my parent's hands before coming over
to tell me how well I had behaved today and that I'd have something special
to eat this evening for tea.


The students and teaching faculty were then informed they had the rest of
the day off that saw a rapid noisy emptying of the hall, leaving only the
invited parents, guests and some of the teachers to come over and inspect
the squashed remains. The women all gave me gentle hugs and soft cheek
pecks, while the men mainly smiled and congratulated me, but didn't show
any signs of affection or even concern. Mobile phones were also eagerly
taking photos of my crushed testicles remains, before they were eventually
picked up carried off to be hosed clean and composted into the school
flower beds somewhere in the grounds.


Later on in Mr Horan's apartment along with Master Sir and several of the
other teachers along with my parents and about twenty of the invited
parents as well as several guests enthused about today's proceedings and
wanting to become financial benefactors in the future, I was made to lie
down on the queen sized bed I slept in with Mr Horan and allow everyone to
carefully examine my empty scrotum sack. All of the parents there were
those who had signed approval forms that would allow their children to be
castrated during the next fortnight. Some of the parents wanted their sons
to go through the same ceremony that had been performed on me, which saw a
in depth discussion about the dos and don'ts, the advantages and
disadvantages for individuals ceremonies, till it was finally agreed that
it wasn't time feasible for separate special ceremonies but they'd find a
way to allow one boy each year to participate in his own public castration
as a reward to both the boy and his family!


That evening my owner/master found himself sleeping alone on the lounge,
while I slept by myself in OUR bed, after the school's surgeon had
recommended it.  In the morning I'd wake up with a slight aching in my now
empty ball sack and knew I'd be a lot more than just a sissy eunuch.

               			MUCH MUCH MORE!

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