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Chapter 1
There is no intent to identify with any person living or dead.
Chapter 1 (in six parts)
January 2015 marked the successful third running of our annual Sissy Stiletto Fighting Championships. Let me tell you the incredible tale of how we succeeded in promoting our minority sport so well that the tv companies are falling over themselves to get the rights to next year's competition.
It was back in summer 2012 that I latched on to an online forum that was seeking ideas for any kinky activities for real sissy girls.
The one suggestion that attracted me was by a sissy who wanted to start what she called 'Sissy Scrapping.' Several of us joined in and decided to meet up during that August to see if we liked each other and to thrash out in greater detail the feasibility.
Before we even met, a majority agreed on two simple starter rules.
Only girls. Only fun.
As six of the eight were in America, the weekend discussion would be held in that country. Four of them were on the west coast, so it was agreed we would congregate here, at a sympathetic hotel who'd offer us a special rate. As I has to travel from Britain, and one girl from the Philipines, anything that cut down costs was welcome.
Seven of us gathered that memorable sunny Friday evening. One American had backed out, admitting he was male. I had flown out that morning and with the time difference was feeling pretty tired, if also excited, at meeting people who had so far been only names and photos.
I was welcomed by Annette, our host. A slim tall auburn haired six footer in her early thirties, with a gorgeous line in frilly pink dresses made of velvet with red leather for the lower part.
She introduced me to Melly, who had traveled the furthest, a dark skinned beauty in her mid twenties, whose sissy outfit was strikingly purple pvc with what seemed like home-made sissy additions of pictures of dolls.
Two other Americans had also arrived ahead of me, Candy and Christabel, twin sisters in their mid thirties, identical yellow silk ruffled dresses, the latter perhaps a mite more rotund than her sister, but otherwise hard to tell apart. Both had long flowing dark hair hanging down their backs to their waists.
Jody checked in shortly after me, a petite girl from New Mexico way. She was darker skinned, very attractive with a skimpy light green dress with pictures of dolls oddly reminiscent of Melly's. She must have been about twenty, and her jet black hair was bunched tightly in a bun.
We had gathered for our meal when our final member turned up, a desperately desirable girl, I thought, the youngest of us, with deep blue eyes, and a turquoise dress smothered with multicolored petals that waved as she moved.
"Hi, I'm Kay," she announced simply. She looked sweetly innocent, tossing her blonde hair like a true sissy, and I will admit to you that I was instantly jealous.
Oh I should tell you I am late twenties. My dress was sissy pink chiffon with lots of frills, and a bright red leather belt round my waist that was tight to make me look slimmer than I am. Oh, and I have long pigtails, red hair.
We enjoyed Annette's meal, we couldn't help noticing the other guests gave us plenty of stares, no wonder as we made a striking group!
After the pleasantries, Annette got us down to business. She was the one who had started the forum, and was very much in charge. Nevertheless, she politely asked if anyone else wanted her role.
We discussed firstly the Only Girls rule.
Did we allow tvs? Answer, no, you must be a girl. We affirmed that instantly.
But then, did we allow girls who had had a sex change? That took more time to decide, but we drew up our constitution that stated a birth certificate or documentation proving your sex must be submitted to the organizing committee.
This committee was voted to be Annette and Jody.
It was getting late, so Annette proposed that we left until Saturday all discussion about Sissy Scrapping. I was glad since I was dog tired.
I retired to my single room, though from sounds I heard, I gathered some of the others were not nearly so sleepy. But I dozed off quickly.
I was enormously refreshed next morning when we gathered for a coffee and roll.
Annette was already in the dining room, Jody on her lap. They had clearly got to know each other very well over the past hours! I looked away, cos little Jody was suckling Annette's breasts.
"Had a good sleep?" asked Annette breezily, "oh, don't mind us."
I muttered something incoherent as I poured my coffee. I'm no prude, but I was embarrassed. One other male guest had his back to them, I expect he'd positioned himself like that, deliberately.
Jody made no effort to conceal her pleasure at sucking, her noises resounding all around the echoing room.
I sat down the other side of their table and stared in fascination.
"Sorry," I said when Annette caught my eyes.
"Okay," she replied, "I love playing mum for little sissies. Do you?"
I mumbled that I didn't usually mix with other sissies. I answered Annette's probing friendly queries, telling her I had had one affair eight years ago with a slightly older man but after some months that had ended when he had abused me, and though I now have a number of girl friends, none that are inclined to sissy things. That's why I wanted to come here, though I felt a real novice in this group when Melly and Kay entered hand in hand.
I tell you, I did admire the way Kay carried herself, I secretly wished I were in Melly's place.
The twins came in as we were finishing. I didn't mind them holding hands, not that I minded the others either, but for them it seemed more natural.
We all wore our same sissy outfits, except these two. They explained that though we had agreed not to change outfits all weekend, they hoped no-one minded, but Annette had said last night she couldn't tell them apart. So Candy was wearing a school uniform while Christabel, whom I could easily tell apart as she was definitely slightly fatter, wore her same silk dress.
"I'll open our meeting now," commenced Annette, when we had retired to a small lounge, "I want us to be informal, but at the same time we need to come to an agreement on the rules."
"Yeah," interrupted Christabel, "I was thinking up a good name for our sport."
"That's a good place to start," agreed Annette. "Didn't you like Sissy Scrapping?"
"Well, as you wanted it to involve high heels, I thought perhaps that should be part of the title."
"What d'you think, girls?" Annette threw it open to the rest of us. I was enjoying listening to the talk, even though I was out of my depth.
Several names were mooted, High Heel Hitting, being the most popular, but then Christabel proposed calling the event the Sissy Stiletto Fighting Championships, and that was what we settled on.
"So," continued Annette, "to start us off, shall I tell you my thoughts on some basic rules?"
We all urged her to go on.
"Well, you add your ideas, please. But let's start at the beginning. Let's recap what we have tentatively agreed. We want a competition involving fighting with high heel shoes. I got the idea from some medieval Italian sport called stiletto fighting, and I thought it'd be great fun for us girls to do it with our stilettos."
"Yeah!" was the enthusiastic response. I cheered too, it's what had attracted me to this group, even though I hadn't any clue what I could contribute.
"Right," responded Annette," but hold on, before we go on, perhaps we should all be wearing stilettos right now, don't you agree?"
Another enthusiastic nodding of assent. Annette was the only one wearing high heels, they looked like expensive designer made in a shiny red that matched her lower dress.
"Okay, there's a store in the next street, let's go there now!"
Annette took Jody's hand and led the way. Melly followed with Kay. Christabel took Candy's hand and then saw I was left alone. Kindly she took my hand too and the three of us made up the rear. I was very grateful to Christabel.
There was a wide choice of shoes at the store. I'd only worn high heels occasionally, but it was soon clear the others all had.
I felt they were all staring at me when I selected a three inch high heel which was more an open sandal. But it was my favorite pink and did allow my foot breathing space.
But the others were clearly more confident wearing stilettos, and chose four or five inch heels, and it looked as though Annette's new pair raised her over 'six inches! But I knew I would need to practice before I ever showed myself in public in such as hers, though I vowed I would make myself stand tall like her one day.
We strutted back to the hotel, catching more than the occasional eye of passers by. I loved the feeling of showing off, funny that I'd never thought of including stilettos in my sissy get-ups before!
We settled down in the lounge, all confidently relaxed. Jody even sat on Annette's lap.
"Right," recommenced Annette, swaying one of her high heels provocatively in the air causing Jody to sway with her, "let's start with the stilettos themselves. How high do you think they should be?"
There was excited argument leading to the question of injury. Jody didn't join in, I could see that she was being turned on by all that swaying. She distracted me.
"I think it's important that there is an element of danger," affirmed Christabel, "it's why I wanted to take part!"
"Me too," agreed Candy.
"Yeah, I'm with you," cried Kay, "my only worry is I wouldn't want my face hurt."
There was a general nodding.
"But I do want there to be an element of risk, that's what makes it exciting," Kay finished. I think Jody had finished also, for she collapsed against Annette's body, looking very flushed.
There was a lot more debate, then we settled on the basic rules of Stiletto Sissy Fighting:
A fight between two sissies, maximum duration ten minutes.
A referee cognizant with the rules to have final and binding authority, including stopping the match if necessary as a last resort. That would be one of us then.
A qualified medical expert must be in attendance at all events.
You attack only with your feet. Some part of your body must always be in contact with the ground, or you are penalized by being made to lie on the ground.
Stilettos- though we liked the idea of danger, we finally determined that the pointed part of the shoe must be made of rubber and that the shoes, or sandals themselves, contain no metal or sharp parts, with one exception noted later.
Stiletto heel length maximum of four and a half inches. This size was determined after a lengthy and enjoyable argument. Length to be measured from the spot where the participant's heel rests on the sole of the shoe, as far as the tip of the stiletto. Any stiletto over 5% above this range to be disqualified. To prevent the shoe from having a heavy platform, the heel must be a minimum of three and a half inches higher than the ball of the foot.
Stiletto size- in width. No minimum, but maximum diameter of two and a half inches at any point where it protrudes from the body of the shoe. It was felt that pointed stilettos would be dangerous as well as impracticable, though since a sharp tip would be very difficult if not impossible to walk upon, we would initially allow any pointed tip, if anyone had the skill to walk upon one.
All footwear to be the competitor's own.
We postponed further debate in favor of a delicious lunch.
After our meal, Annette drove us to a venue she thought might be suitable for our competition. We met the owner of a martial arts complex. It looked ideal for what we had in mind, and for an hour we tried out various suggestions regarding the actual competition. Annette and Christabel had a trial bout, without wearing their stilettos as they weren't made of rubber. They ironed out a few issues, and we had great fun giggling in anticipation over what the real thing might be like.
Armed with all this data, we returned to the hotel and over coffee formed a consensus on the remaining rules.
The foot must not strike the opponent on the neck or above. Forfeit the game if you do.
The hands must not be used. However, once your opponent is grounded, both combatants can use their hands in these ways:
defender can protect themself with their hands, and
attacker use hands to pin their opponent, but not to strike or use them in any positively aggressive way.
At any time a player may cry Yield, and the game is thereby lost.
Other ways to win: When the competitor's sissy outfit, as a result of stiletto kicking, is completely removed from their body, they lose.
We discussed at length various materials that could be worn.
Must be something sissy.
We decided that in the interests of fairness, everyone should wear the same. We wanted to look sissy, at the start of the bout at any rate, but we also wanted it to be easy to kick off the material. We did seriously consider paper but in the end opted for the following which Annette would have made up in various sizes and colors:
A very thin satin dress, worn over a onesie in the same material. Plus a satin pantie. All with frilly hems. The material thin enough for it to be possible for the stiletto to rip it, and to be very lightly stitched so that the sewn pieces come apart fairly easily with some pressure from a stiletto.
Annette had already contacted a local dressmaker, who came over after her store closed for the day, to show us some possible material. We found one that ripped quite badly when Annette's stiletto grazed it, and the lady was amazed when we asked for that to be used!
The other way of winning was on Time. The referee(s) would determine at the end of ten minutes which contestant had more clothing intact. Annette promised she would devise a scoring system to enable a fair decision to be made.
Over our evening meal, we also decided on more sordid items like our paying for everything.
After all this talking, I was really looking forward immensely to this first Stiletto Sissy Fighting Championship which would be in January 2013 in that kick boxing hall. Entry would be limited to us seven, and we would hold an all play all afternoon event that would last in total about four hours. Overall champion will be the one who wins most bouts. Not me, I was sure, but I'd love taking part, that's the right spirit I told myself. I was gonna train real hard however! Specially so I wouldn't be humiliated and have to face the others naked. I reckoned Annette or Christabel might win.
It had been a tiring day and there was I, wondering if I might be the first to yawn and retire to my room. I could see Jody was ready to get away with Annette. They took away my thunder and left first, indecently fast, I thought.
The rest of us chatted idly for a few minutes. I would have gone to my room except my fascination with Kay had reached that point where I knew I had to have a release for my body. I was tempted to ask her, when she got up and took Melly's hand!
Christabel must have read my mind for she grabbed her sister and me, and said it was time we were going as well.
"No, do come and make friends with us in our room," begged Candy, as I stopped at my door to unlock it.
"Please."
I hesitated, but it is well written that the one who hesitates is lost. After all, this was the first real overture of friendship any of them had shown me. Yeah, I wanted to be like Annette and Jody, more especially like Melly with Kay, but these two plus me- well three's a crowd!
Christabel pulled my hand to decide the matter. Their room was at the end of the corridor and was the only double.
It was bigger than mine, much more spacious. I noticed the two single beds had been placed in opposite corners. That didn't look as though they were after me for my body. Perhaps I was slightly disappointed, but I made a comment on how large their room was.
"Yeah, we made as much space last night so we could try out our own version of Stiletto Sissies," explained Christabel, "would you like a go?"
I nodded but asked what their rules were.
"Oh, it's great fun, and we reckon it's giving us some useful practice for the real thing. Tell you what, I'll go over the rough rules we devised last night adding some of the other ideas we agreed today. That's what we were talking about before we came up, adapting the rules for the confines of our room. Okay?"
"Fine, "I agreed.
"Look, I think, to make it fair, you should put on a school uniform like Candy."
Candy giggled.
"Have you one my size?" I queried.
"Yeah, I guess so," said Christabel. "We have two or three spares with us. Look, try this one, it looks your size."
She handed me a smart school outfit, black slip and top over a white frilly blouse, black stockings and shoes.
"Sorry we haven't got stilettos," apologized Christabel, "but we only wanna practice the moves, rather than risk getting injured with stilettos that aren't rubber."
I almost asked what we were supposed to be doing, but I was too shy, and busy hiding myself in a corner to get changed without them seeing my whole naked body.
"Gosh, you're shy," laughed Candy.
"Sit down there on your bed, Candy, that's right, Liz you sit next to her."
I was ready. I liked the black material which had a hint of shininess. Candy pulled me aside her and held on to my hand. She was shaking with the excitement. I was pretty wound up myself. We looked like two peas in a pod.
"Pay attention, girls," insisted Christabel in a stern voice. "There will be a ten minutes fight between the two contestants now sitting on this bed. I will be referee and the rules are as for our main event, except that stilettos are not worn, and you will be in bare feet, so please remove your stockings and shoes.
The aim is the same as Stiletto Sissies, rip off your opponent's apparel to win. Use your feet and toes to attack. Ready? Go!"
The first few minutes were a steep learning curve, as I defended some high kicking from Candy's right foot. Her big toenail ripped the shiny lower half of my black dress with an awful tearing noise. Attack must be the best way of defending, I decided, so I retaliated, getting in one kick which she attempted to dodge, but slipped and fell. When reflecting on it afterwards, I thought she must have fallen deliberately.
Quick as a flash my left foot pinned her hands together, and as she wriggled and kicked with her feet, I enjoyed myself kicking her off her pantie and shredding off her dress with my right big toe, following that up with an attack on her blouse.
I knew I was gonna win, though she did appear to acquiesce.
"She knows she's lost," whispered the referee to me. "Don't end it now by removing her blouse. Stick your toe in!"
I looked at her.
"You know where!" She pointed.
Aroused, I lunged with my big toe.
She flinched and gave a cry, but not of pain, but pleasure.
I pushed it right in. She smiled and said "thanks, well done."
I looked at the referee, who said, "she hasn't yielded yet."
I finished off the job, screwing in my toe as far as it would go.
Candy lay back the happy loser.
As I was leaving Christabel admitted that Candy had thrown last night's practice match also. That was the real reason she couldn't wear her yellow dress today, it had got ripped to shreds. In her indecent state, she blew me a parting kiss, and I was turned on seeing she was lying in a pool of wet. I dashed to bed and rubbed myself silly, pretending it was Kay who was bringing me off.
(end of chapter 1)
