Sissys Miserable Ballet Lesson Ch 05

Exhausted beyond belief, still stuck in my ridiculous baby pink ballerina costume, trying and failing to ignore all the giggles and whispers at LOSER written across my forehead and my prissy mouse makeup, I finally finished the hours long walk to the next ballerina I was to spend my 'day off' doing chores for.

After twenty minutes of waiting outside exposed to her sniggering neighbours, the next ballerina finally opened the door. A cute blonde with a perky smile who barely stifled a laugh when she saw the ridiculous pissy sissy standing at her door. She tried to apologise, then fell into a giggling fit herself while I just blushed and curtsied.

"Sissy mouse is ever so sorry for delaying your ballet lesson squeak squeak. Sissy mouse would like to do any chores you wish today by way of apology squeak squeak."

"Awww, that's so precious!" said the ballerina, smiling warmly at me. "My name's Francine, but you can call me Mistress Francine, OK sissy?"

"Y-yes Mistress Francine. Squeak squeak."

"What an adorable little stutterbug," she said, giggling again. "Um, no offence, but you know you smell, like, really bad, right?"

"Yes Mistress Francine squeak squeak. I'm so sorry squeak squeak."

"I really don't want you in my house. You understand that right, sissy? You wanted to be a little mousey-wousey - and mousies don't belong in human homes do they?"

"N-no Mistress Francine - squeak squeak." Had I really been reduced to this? Not even a person now? I whimpered as I felt my baby bladder betray me and make yet another wet wet in my diapers.

"Are you... oh my god," said Mistress Francine, shaking her head and taking a step back. "Do you seriously wet yourself whenever a pretty girl talks to you?"

I just nodded miserably and wished my peeing would stop. Of course it didn't. So I stood there, my hands over my widening diaper under my bright pink ballerina costume, while Mistress Francine looked at me in disbelief that someone could be this much of a loser. Her little pitying smile and applause when I finally finished tinkling somehow made me blush even more.

"You run along to the next ballerina, OK?" said Mistress Francine, holding her nose. "I'll think of some tedious chore for you to do another time and pass it onto Miss Heseltine, don't worry. And I'll tell your mommy to add a few weeks to your chastity time too."

I whimpered at that, but thanked her for her kindness, squeak-squeaked, and pranced away. I guess I should have been pleased that I was now such a degenerate repulsive mess that I'd gotten out of more chores? I wasn't feeling very pleased after another hour of public prancing, especially when I saw that the next ballerina was apparently having a party.

"OMG! It's the freak I was telling you about!" she gasped, as her friends gushed and laughed over my appearance. There had to be at least fifty people howling with laughter at me as I simply blushed, forced a sissy smile, and curtsied, trying not to let my full damp diaper wobble me off balance.

"You shall refer to me as Mistress Jane," she announced strictly. "And you're going to be the party game for everyone here. Doesn't that sound fun, sissy?"

"Y-yes Mistress Jane. Squeak squeak!"

"Ugh, like, how did you become so pathetic anyway? You know you've ruined your life irreparably, right?"

I blushed and nodded.

"Use your words you stupid sissy!"

"S-sorry Mistress Jane! Squeak Squeak!"

"Oh you will be, freak. Follow!"

I pranced behind her - prancing instead of walking had become instinct now - as she led me to a set of metal stocks. I shuddered.

"Put your head and arms in them, little mouse."

I predictably and pathetically did as I was told. I whimpered as the metal stocks were lowered over me, sealing me in place, my back horizontal to the floor and already aching. A loud click from the padlock told me I'd be here for a while. I saw no sign of a key.

"OK boys," said Mistress Jane to all the real men at the party. "I want you to fill up these balloons with piss. Then we're going to play 'splash the mouse'."

"Why only the guys?" asked one of the girls, getting a big laugh from the crowd.

"Gosh, how sexist of me," giggled Mistress Jane. "OK, anyone who wants to take part just has to fill a balloon. Drink up everyone!"

"What do we get if we hit the sissy?" asked one of the guys, looking down at me with pure disgust. I whimpered.

"Ten smacks with this cane across its thighs," said Mistress Jane. "Plus the sissy will owe you a favour. Freaks like this are perfect for doing all the awful, boring, smelliest chores while we have fun and relax. But use your imaginations! And to make it fair, everyone has to throw their balloons from this far away."

Mistress Jane smirked and took five steps away from me. My face reddened. You'd have to be blindfolded to miss me from there!

"Understood, sissy?"

"Y-yes Mistress Jane. Squeak sque-"

I was cut off by a balloon striking me in the face, exploding and showering me in hot stinky pee. I gasped and spluttered as the crowd laughed and awwww'd. I'd barely recovered when the first strikes from the horrid cane struck my already lined thighs. I screamed and hopped and shook my little diapered butt, but the stocks kept me sealed in place, and all I achieved was more pain in my wrists, neck and back.

"You should be grateful, freak," said Mistress Jane, helping herself from a plate of asparagus. "It's soooo hot today. Your piss showers will help you cool down!"

It was burning hot today, and the cruel sunlight bore down at me, adding layers of sissy sweat to my piss-soaked ballerina body. I can't even imagine how much wee wee I swallowed that day as balloon after balloon struck me in the face. After a while Mistress Jane 'kindly' refreshed my mousey makeup and the word 'LOSER' across my forehead. I couldn't see what else was being written on me at the time, of course, but I'd later discover I now had I LOVE WEE WEE and PLEASE PISS ON ME and BEDWETTER VIRGIN FOR LIFE and other cruel comments written on my thighs and legs ("don't worry, sissy, these permanent markers will easily get through your pissy tights and onto your skin - aren't you soooo lucky?"). The constant canings made me whimper and sob as they struck my increasingly sunburned skin. Once everyone else had enjoyed a lot of cool refreshing drinks, some guests decided that they liked the idea of being sucked off by this disgusting sissy mess. Soon I was wetted down with cum almost as much as I'd been soaked with urine. Mistress Jane giggled and made me fresh whiskers with her fingers out of the latest load to be shot all over me.

Eventually the sun went down and the evening chill came in, so the party moved inside. Well, for everyone that wasn't me. I was forced to watch through the windows at the guests laughing in the warm house, partying, making out, and enjoying each others bodies, all while I shivered in my pissy little mouse costume, straining in my sissy stocks for freedom. Surely Mistress Jane would release me soon, right? As I watched her take the hands of a girl and guy and walk up to her bedroom, I realised that I was going to be in fact trapped here for a long long time yet.