Chapter 36
Putting down her dress Marcy minced her way to the cabinet where there were indeed a pair of pink rubber gloves waiting for her, along with the products needed to do the wash. For a moment the thought of running crossed her mind. It was at least worth a shot right she decided as she instead of picking up the cleaning supplies she tried just how well attached her leash was to that chain and how well attached that chain was to the pipe.
It didn’t take all too long to figure out she was not getting out of either of them without a pair of bolt cutters. She was stuck, stuck until that asshole of a John came back to get her. Speaking of which she better get done cleaning his clothes before that time arrived. With another sigh she headed back to the closet where she put on the gloves and added some of the detergent to the warm water she ran in the bidet.
As she picked up a gross and obviously rather well-worn sock Marcy was glad she had put on gloves. Submerging it in the soapy water she started to scrub. The only blessing there was, was that she wouldn’t really find any boxers or anything like that. All those had been washed by her on a daily basis already.
Washing John’s clothes was a tiring boring task. All the scrubbing made her arms feel sore, but she needed to work through this pile of clothes or she knew she would be sorry. Her earlier outburst had been very stupid indeed, what had she even been thinking? What had her plan been? Looking back on it she didn’t know. She had just been so certain that finding out John’s identity as the blackmailer behind all of this would fix things. She hadn’t even had a plan to be honest and now she was stuck washing his clothes after giving him yet another blowjob.
Now that she knew his identity however she could try and come up with a plan. This time one that would work. She felt rather resolute about getting out of this now that all the cards had fallen into place. A first part of the plan like it or not would definitely have to be further obeying John. Even without any restraints there was no way for her to get the upper hand over John. He was too big and too strong for her to handle.
So while she was trying to plot a plan in her head, she worked her way through the pile of dirty clothes. Occasionally she refreshed the water as the soapy suds started to disappear. The last time she refreshed the water it was exclusively to wash her own dress. The thought of washing something she would wear in the water she had washed John’s clothes in grossed her out beyond believe.
Marcy had no idea how much time had passed so far, but she still needed to do her hair and makeup. After hanging everything up to dry she minced her way to the sink where she opened cabinet holding a bunch of old unused makeup. There were some makeup removal wipes available and there was also a hairbrush at her disposal. She didn’t know these specific brands of makeup, but by now she had been using the kit she had gotten from Linda extensively enough to know what each product was for. The brands and colours might be different, but she knew her way around makeup.
First she removed her makeup, then she brushed out her hair, transforming the somewhat messy hairdo to all its straight shining glory again. It was honestly shocking to see how feminine she looked even without makeup. The bangs, plucked eyebrows and overall smoothness of her face made it so that it was hard to find a trace of manliness.
The makeup was hard only because she didn’t find the right colours. It seemed like John’s ex-wife was very old-fashioned when it came to makeup the lipsticks only came in shades of red. There was no gloss around and for the eyeshadow all Marcy had to choose from were various shades of green, blue and grey. Wanting to satisfy John she selected a fire engine red lipstick and went with a greyish blue smoky eye. It looked like a slutry evening look, but she guessed it was what John would like to see most. At least of the options she had available.
Thinking about how she did this for John and thinking about what he would like most made her cringe slightly, but it was what it was. As long as she was here and as long as she couldn’t carry out her plan to break free then pleasing John was what she had to do however distasteful that was.
As she finished with the last thick coat of lipstick Marcy’s eye fell on Johns toothbrush. For a moment she thought about brushing her teeth, just to get rid of that nasty sperm taste, but the thought of using Johns toothbrush grossed her out beyond believe. It was gross enough for her to just go for the sperm taste instead.
Briefly the thought of using John’s toothbrush to clean the toilet entered her mind, but she shook that thought as fast as it came. It was just a petty act after all, one she would sorely regret if John found out one that wouldn’t help her one bit. It just wasn’t worth it.
Done with everything Marcy kneeled next to the bidet again. She put her gloves back on and acted as if she was just about to finish her washing duties. John had warned her that lazing around would not be tolerated, but she definitely didn’t want to clean up this disgusting bathroom. She just hoped John would buy into the fact that she had been washing up until now.
Like that Marcy sat there, continuing to plot her plan against John while at the same time listening careful for his approach so she could empty the water in the bidet then. She hoped it would be a long time before John came back. With her work out of the way this was the most at ease she had been since she had arrived here which said a lot. She didn’t like sitting on this dirty bathroom floor one bit, but it was better than being around John.
About ten minutes later Marcy could hear loud footsteps coming up the stairs once more. Nervously she waited for them to approach the door before letting the water run away, hoping that John wouldn’t realise she had been deliberately wasting time.
Entering the bathroom John threw a big lustful smirk down at the terrified Marcy. He enjoyed seeing the completely sissified previous thorn in his side sitting there so meekly, collared and chained in her sexy lingerie and a fresh face of makeup. Revealing his identity might not have been the plan just yet, but he had no regrets. This was so much more fun. Especially now that Marcy could do thing autonomously now that she no longer needed to be blinded. There might be a small pink cage between her legs but it didn’t bother John anymore. She looked sexier than any woman he would be able to get anyways. Sexy and obedient.
With a few big steps john walked to the toilet. It had been about an hour and he needed to pee as well which had been the main reason to come back here. Well that and the fact that he felt ready for a round three. First things first though he thought as he took his soft yet still big dick in his hands and aimed it at the toilet bowl before letting a strong stream of piss flow out of the tip. John had never bothered to put any pants or boxers back on after his fun downstairs with Marcy he didn’t care either about the fact that Marcy was only a couple feet away as he peed.
Marcy on the other hand did care. She felt so gross over the fact that John apparently thought it was okay to pee right next to her. It was so disrespectful, but then again respect was the last thing John showed towards her. All she could do was look away in disgust.
That was until John drug her attention away from the tile she was staring at. The loud sound of pee hitting the porcelain had stopped. “Hey sissy, look up.” John said and as Marcy did she could see he had turned towards her, his cock still in his hand, a large drop of pee forming at the tip. It probably wouldn’t be too long anymore before it grew too big and fell off.
“Be a good bitch and lick that up will you? I haven’t got on any boxers to catch the last drop and I don’t want to see it on my floor. So you can either lick it of the tip of my cock or off the floor. If you have to lick it off the floor however I’ll be mad and the next time I’ll need to pee it’ll be straight down your throat.” John warned putting Marcy in front of a dilemma, one she didn’t have the luxury to think over as the drop could fall any second now.
As gross as it was the decision was quickly made. In an instant Marcy lunged forward and ran her tongue over the head of John’s cock, drying up the drop that had formed there. Instantly she shuddered in disgust as she tasted the strong drop of pee, realising why John’s boxers had always smelled like stale piss at the same time.
Having the taste of pee fill her mouth made her heave, but it had been the right call now that she could afford to think it over. Licking John’s cock however disgusting as that was, was still way preferable over licking this nasty floor. Especially if it would safe her from literally having John piss down her throat. Something Marcy didn’t even doubt he would actually do for a moment.
Her decision was met by laughter from John. “There’s a good girl, I knew you couldn’t pas on the chance to put your mouth on a cock you slut. I think you’ve earned yourself a reward you eager little bitch. Don’t you dare say I’m cruel.” John laughed as he walked to the pipe Marcy’s leash was locked at, breaking it free and pulling Marcy to her feet.
“Follow along now slut. You’re going to love this surprise I have for you, I’m sure of it.” John said as he took the leash in his hand, giving Marcy’s bare bottom a playful slap as he walked back in front of her before leading Marcy out of the bathroom, pulling her along by her leash.
Nervously Marcy minced behind John, not knowing what to expect, but fearing for what he had in mind. John had never had a good surprise for her, so she wasn’t very hopeful that she would like this one like he claimed, yet keeping up with him was all she could do if she wanted to avoid stumbling in her heels that and avoiding punishment instead. As bad as John’s ‘rewards’ were, they were preferable to being punished.
As John led Marcy through the hallway her eye fell on a room where the door was slightly ajar. It looked like an office with a rather well-equipped computer and big monitor. A monitor displaying her bedroom. A slight shudder ran down her spine as she imagined John watching her from here all this time. At the same time it was very useful information to incorporate in her plan to break free from John’s control.
Before she could really observe the room any further, she was tugged along by John though. He opened a door at the end of the hallway which turned out to be the master bedroom from what Marcy could observe. It instantly spiked Marcy’s nervousness. Whatever John was planning it was starting to look worse and worse for her.
“Ah it has been ages since that bed has been used for it’s true purpose, providing a comfy place to fuck a pretty woman’s brains. That’s all going to change now. You might be just a sissy, but you’ll do. You’re way prettier than that old hag who left me anyways. Way more obedient as well, a good slut for her Master.” John grinned as he threw Marcy on the bed.
Before Marcy could push herself up again John pounced next to her. He grabbed onto Marcy’s legs and bent them all the way back so that her knees were resting next to her ears, her ass high up in the air. Keeping her legs in place John then slapped a cuff around one of Marcy’s wrists and pulled it over the back of Marcy’s stocking cover thighs where he slapped the other cuff onto Marcy’s other wrist. Shackle by shackle John then shortened the chain connecting the two cuffs until Marcy’s wrists were nearly touching in her inner knees. With her arms cuffed over her thighs like this there was no way for Marcy to move her legs out of position either. They were stuck bent all the way back until at least one cuff opened. One pair of cuffs was all John needed to render Marcy completely helpless with her ass on full display.
“P…please. I’ll suck your cock. Please let me suck your cock Master. I like having your big tasty cock and yummy cum in my mouth Master. Please don’t deny me that pleasure.” Marcy whimpered trying to flatter John and change his mind about fucking her ass which he was obviously after right now. She didn’t like having his cock anywhere near her mouth, but she dreaded it less than having his cock move near her ass, anything to avoid it going there.
“Hahaha so sweet, you’re managing to surprise me time after time with just how huge and insatiable your hunger for cock is sissy and that while you recently claimed not to like this one bit. Well I’m not buying that lie anymore that’s for sure. Between the orgasms and the begging I am absolutely positive that you love my cock more than anything else in this world, and who am I to refuse it to you?” John asked as he moved around the tied together sissy to stop at her head end, placing a knee on both sides of Marcy’s head John lowered his now semi hard cock so it was just short of touching Marcy’s lips, holding onto her stocking covered ankles for support.
Knowing better than to hesitate Marcy used the very limited mobility she had to reach up with her head to meet John’s cock. She managed to do so just far enough to be able to wrap her lips around the head and massage it with her tongue the way that one guy at the glory hole had taught her. It was all she could do in her current situation and she just hoped it would be enough motivation for John to decide her mouth would do.
“Mmm impressive, looks like you don’t even need more than just the tip of my cock to show your expertise. Which doesn’t mean I’m not going to give it to you.” John moaned with a huge grin as his semi erect cock quickly grew rock hard under the skilful touch of Marcy’s tongue. Once it wouldn’t grow any harder John repositioned himself to line his cock up perfectly with the sissy’s throat.
“Now if you do a good job at this I will add some once I pull out here, if not then your spit will have to do.” John grinned before forcefully ramming his cock balls deep into Marcy’s mouth, his sweaty sack hitting smacking against Marcy’s nose as she struggled to take his cock in her awkward position. The fact that it had all been for nothing only made things harder for Marcy. All her pleading and effort, embarrassing herself in such a way only for a chance to fluff John’s cock before he was going to use her ass anyways.
John didn’t seem to care though. He just hammered his cock into Marcy’s mouth, fucking her face for a minute or two before finally pulling out, his cock now dripping with saliva. Marcy’s immaculate makeup was once again ruined and all she had accomplished was her throat getting a taste of what her ass would get shortly as John moved to her rear end.
“Please Master, don’t go just yet I haven’t been able to taste your delicious cum yet. Please I want to keep sucking your cock.” Marcy begged shoving her dignity aside in the hope to convince John against better knowledge. If she could make him cum then he would undoubtedly need to recuperate before he was able to get hard again which in turn would save her ass.
“Hah, nice try sissy, you’ve already got to tasted two loads of cum along with a few sissy dribbles of your own. Speaking of which let’s see how many of your sissy condoms you fill in the time it takes a real man to cum. Lets see how much you like it up the butt sissy. If you fill one you’re just a butt slut, if you fill more than one you’re a complete and utter butt slut, so lets find out how much of a butt slut you are. You did earn yourself some lube though.” John announced as he threw a few sissy condom wrappers on the bed next to Marcy ten ought to be more than enough, or so he guessed.
Horrified and utterly embarrassed Marcy could already tell that she was going to prove herself as a butt slut at least. She didn’t like any of this, but her sphincter was clenching around the base of her plug in hungry anticipation of the fucking she was about to receive.
John just smirked as he saw the base of the plug move. Grabbing onto the plug he pulled it out in one smooth motion. Inspecting it closely and giving the plug a quick sniff John was very pleased to find it completely clean and smelling of roses. Those regular enemas really were paying off big time. John had always loved anal but hated the consequences. Marcy’s bottom was so clean he would even be willing to put his tongue inside though.
Taking his time he then took a tube of lube from the nightstand and squeezed a good dollop out on his cock and another on Marcy’s slightly gaping winking hole. The stem of her plug wasn’t all that wide, but wide enough to keep the slightest of gapes present. Not really that surprising considering her ass was filled pretty much 24/7 either it was filled with the plug, the nozzle from his enema kit or as of recent with Lisa’s strapon.
Now it was about to be filled with John’s cock though and there was nothing Marcy could do other than to look up at him through her bent back legs. John loved her nervous look as he pressed the tip of his cock against Marcy’s lubed up hole, slowly applying and releasing pressure without pushing in.
Then without a warning John grabbed onto Marcy’s legs and slammed his cock all the way into the sissy’s tight hole with a loud moan, it felt amazing, so tight and silky. Fuck this was the best hole he had ever put his cock in John thought as he rested it balls deep inside Marcy who hadn’t been able to suppress a moan of herself much to her horror.
It came as a complete surprise to her but John’s big cock actually didn’t hurt. Everything was pretty well lubed up and her ass had been pretty used to penetration by now. Still this was by far the biggest thing she had taken up her butt. All she felt was an uncomfortable fullness, but as John rested his cock deep inside her she quickly got used to that as well.
After John was pretty sure his sissy was used to his cock he started to pull out until just the tip of his cock rested inside Marcy before slamming it back in again. At a slow but ever-increasing pace John kept at this, hammering away at Marcy’s ass who couldn’t stop from moaning underneath him. This was exactly what he aimed for. He wanted to prove to Marcy that she loved getting fucked no matter what she might think off it.
While John pounded her bottom Marcy’s mind was in shambles. She hated this and yet she was moaning around John’s cock like a bitch in heat. She just couldn’t help it. Ever since her cock had gotten locked up she had gotten so very used to anal stimulation. The fuck marathon with Lisa this weekend had only solidified that anal hunger. Even though Johns pounding was a lot less sensual and John himself was anything but appealing Marcy couldn’t help but feel her orgasm build rather rapidly.
It didn’t even take all that long despite her attempt to hold back before she filled her first sissy condom while getting fucked up her ass by John. That was it, she had proven herself to be a butt slut, at least according to John’s definition, a definition she couldn’t help but agree with. Why else would she cum around someone’s cock? Worst of all was the fact that John didn’t even seem close to cumming yet so the chance she would earn herself the title of complete and utter butt slut was more than expected.
Seeing the filled condom dangling of the tip of Marcy’s cage John smirked. He rammed his cock ball deep in Marcy’s ass, getting out yet another moan before stopping his pounding. With his rock hard cock buried completely into the sissy’s ass John pulled the condom off the tip of the cage In a quick seemingly practiced motion he knotted the end, laid it out next to Marcy’s head and put another condom onto her cage.
“Mmm you just proved yourself to be a butt slut, now lets see how much of a butt slut you really are.” John grinned adding insult to injury as he began pounding Marcy’s ass just like he hadn’t even stopped. Surely Marcy’s butt felt great, but after his earlier two orgasms John could easily keep going for another while.
That while Marcy could instantly feel another orgasm building. Cumming from anal stimulation was so strange. It wasn’t as intense as cumming from stimulating her cock, but it lasted longer and was more of an entire body experience. Unlike cumming from her cock there was no time needed to recuperate which had been pretty lovely with Lisa before, but now it was just plain embarrassing.
This went on for what seemed like ages. John kept fucking her and exchanging condoms while Marcy went through orgasm after orgasm getting fucked by John. She had lost count of how many orgasms she had had by the time John finally tensed up, rammed his cock deep inside her bottom and filled up her hole with spurt after spurt of cum.
When he came back to his senses John smirked down on Marcy who no longer looked embarrassed. She looked somewhat dazed and dreamy instead, the multiple orgasms clouding her brain, pushing everything but the aftermath of her sheer intense pleasure away. That’s where the term fucking one’s brains out came from John thought with a smirk as he kept his slowly softening cock deep inside Marcy’s ass. It was a bit of a pity though as he really wanted to drive through his point of Marcy being a complete and utter butt slut, but it looked like nothing he said to her now would stick.
So John waited for a good 15 minutes as he watched the dreaminess in Marcy’s eyes slowly fade away as she came back to her senses as well. When she did, looking up at John’s smirking face, feeling his soft cock still in her ass, feeling the soreness yet that still tingling feeling still deep inside of her Marcy’s look changed to one of horror.
“Luckily I put out enough sissy condoms for you, I just counted and you filled seven of them. Colour me impressed. I knew you were a butt slut, but I didn’t know you like cock that much I don’t think I have ever seen anyone cum more often than you did, and judging from the ever decreasing load size in your condoms and the fact that you didn’t seem to cum a single time for a long while at the end of our fuck I bet you would have filled more of them if I hadn’t literally fucked you dry. Seems like ten condoms is enough to catch all the cum you can produce but if it comes down to climaxes I bet you had more than ten.” John smirked as he rubbed in just how much of a butt slut Marcy was.
Marcy wanted to protest, at a certain point everything had just passed in an overly stimulated daze so she wasn’t consciously aware of what had happened for a big part. The bunch of small pink used condoms John held up on the other hand told her that what he had said must be true. This couldn’t have happened, this couldn’t be real and yet the fact that her brain had literally short fused from over stimulation told her all she needed to know. This had definitely been very real and she had never known more intense pleasure in her entire life much to her shame.
“Now I seem to remember how you begged to be able to taste my cum instead. Well it looks like you produced quite an ample supply of it yourself. You can work your way through these first and as a treat you get to clean off what cum remains on my cock when I pull out. Now open wide.” John said with a broad smirk as he pulled took the condom with the smallest load and tore the knot he had made in it off before dumping the contents in Marcy’s open mouth.
There was no use in fighting it. Marcy knew that further protests would only lead to further taunts and she had no doubt John would mind forcing her mouth open if he had to. Completely embarrassed she accepted watery load after watery load of cum from the condoms she had filled, swallowing down the hormone laced liquid without realising it was the cause of her swollen very sensitive nipples.
John on the other hand was very pleased with the results of his fuck. It had felt great. Finally he had been able to do exactly what he wanted with Marcy, he had accomplished his goal of turning her in a pretty little thing, an obedient sissy and the perfect outlet for his libido. Now that Marcy knew who he was he could call her over for a fuck or a blow job whenever he wanted. One thing was for sure he would definitely enjoy their days together to the fullest. Now all he needed to make this absolutely perfect was to rid himself of Lisa and rid Marcy of her job at CC’s so she could become his full time live in sissy wife and slut.
Their fuck had definitely had a devastating effect on what remained of Marcy’s old self-image. She had already accepted that she was a sissy in the sense that she dressed, looked and acted like one. Being pounded by Lisa’s strapon had still kind of allowed her to hold onto the idea of being straight, after all despite the silicon cock it was still sex with a girl, right? Now that she had had the most sexually gratifying sex ever with her older unattractive neighbour however there was no way for her to deny loving cock anymore. This fuck had destroyed the last bit of her old self image solidifying the new embarrassing image of being nothing but a cock hungry sissy.
While Marcy mourned the end of her old self image John just pulled his now flaccid but still cum soaked cock out of her ass only to push a new even bigger plug in Marcy’s now gaping butthole. He then moved back around to Marcy’s head end and rested the cum covered tip of his soft cock on her lips.
Marcy didn’t protest, she just accepted it in, licking off the remnants of John’s way creamier load compared to her watery one. Apparently the terms sissy cream and dribble hadn’t even been too further mock her. Tasting the difference between her own load and John’s she could tell that they were wildly different. It further solidified her status as sissy compared to John who was a real man.
She didn’t look like a man anymore by a long shot, she didn’t move like a man, hell even her cum wasn’t like that of a man. Even though she was pretty she was no girl either. She was just a sissy, a realisation that hurt. No matter how badly it hurt Marcy was certain of one thing. She wanted out of John’s clutches. She might be a sissy, but John was a horrid man even though she was willingly cleaning his cock now.
After John was pleased with the job she did he pulled his cock out of Marcy’s mouth and left the room to god knows where. Like that Marcy was left alone, still bunched up with her legs bend backwards, a big plug and a load of cum sitting deep in her ass.
Despite her acceptance of being a sissy she wanted out from under John’s thumb more than ever. Her trip to the mall with Lisa had taught her one important thing. People didn’t look at her too strangely if she just went out dressed like a normal girl.
Her old friends and parents might even accept it now that she thought about it, but they could never find out about all the nasty and perverted things she had done. There was no way in hell they would accept that, especially not having done so for and with John. Until she could get rid of the evidence, she had to play this game along. At least she now knew who and what she was up against.
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