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.