Neighbourhood Terror to Sissy

Part 20

Chapter 22

Marcy woke up with a loud groan. Sleep had not come easy last night with how horny she had been, the fact that her butt had remained filled up, her sore throat and that chastity cage that seemed to hurt a lot more than it used to. On top of the difficulties falling asleep she was now woken up way too early. She had to since she was supposed to start working at 8 o'clock.

The last bus she could take to be on time was the one leaving at 7:40 a.m. This meant that she should at least be out of the house by 7:35 a.m. and between her enema, brushing out her hair and putting on all of her lingerie, Marcy needed a lot more time to get ready than she used to. In the past she could be out of bed and ready in 5 minutes, often not even bothering to shower. Now she couldn't wait to get in the shower and finally wash that cum off her face that had crusted and stuck to it since yesterday. Just to be sure she had set her alarm at 6:30 a.m.

Getting up still in the lingerie matching that ridiculous schoolgirl uniform Marcy minced to the bathroom. She doubted her blackmailer would be up and watching, but she wasn't sure so she decided it was better to be safe than sorry. Besides it wasn't that not mincing would make her feel any better about the situation so keeping up that mincing would be far better than whatever punishment she might get for not doing it.

On her way to the bathroom Marcy was shocked to feel the butt plug vibrating yet again further maintaining her arousal. It had been quiet all night long as far as she could tell which had to mean her blackmailer was up and watching her after all. She'd have to be careful to be on her best behaviour. Little did she know the plug just picked up the increase in heart rate which meant she was awake again to which it responded by continuing to carry out it's last setting, keeping Marcy on edge. It turned out that it would do so both physically and mentally since it gave her the idea that she was being watched.

In the bathroom Marcy looked into the mirror only to frown and turn away in embarrassment. Apart from the fact that her eyebrows were a bit to bushy to be good she looked like a two-dollar whore. Her long hair, smeared lipstick and dried cum covered face made sure of that.

Mournfully she stripped out of her lingerie and handwashed it, hanging it up to dry before quickly removing her butt plug and preparing her enema bag with lukewarm soapy water. Just like yesterday she had to be very careful not to cum when inserting the dildo shaped nozzle into her bottom. At least the uncomfortable amount of water soon filling her bowels made her arousal drop slightly. Enough to swiftly remove the nozzle and empty herself before replacing the batteries in his plug and reinserting it.

With the plug back in place it quickly started vibrating again, working her to that maddening point of near orgasm she had been in for most of yesterday already. Still she didn't want to give in and ask that bastard who was behind this mess to grant her an orgasm. She was too scared of what would happen if she disobeyed though, so getting herself off wasn't an option either.

A cold refreshing shower offered some relieve to the arousal, but the plug worked hard to keep her arousal topped up. The biggest relieve was to Marcy's caged cock however. The cold water once again made it shrink relieving the built-up painful pressure of the too small cage. While washing Marcy had looked at it for the first time and had been shocked by just how small the new pink cage looked, no wonder it hurt, it looked way to small to possibly fit even her flaccid cock. She forgot that the last one had just been as tight and painful in the beginning and this one was even smaller.

Out of the shower Marcy dried and brushed her out, she hated how voluminous it made her hair look. Never before had she considered her long hair to look like a girl's hairdo except for when she had started brushing it out. Sure she wanted to go for that skater/Rockstar look, but her idols their hair always looked wild, not neatly brushed like hers now did.