You wake up, the dildo still in your ass

You only remember what happened before you passed out in bits and pieces but one element of it was making itself very clear, a pain in the ass even. All at once you jump up and away from the purple dildo that wabbles ominously where you left it, well covered in lube and your own jism. You simply stare at this evidence of your actions, the realization of what you have done washing over you wave after horrifying wave.

The rational part of your brain, now unshackled is spinning out excuses. It wasn't your fault, you were hypnotized and **** and suffering from deprivation. And if this was a court of law you're sure this evidence of your sissyhood would have been tossed out for being obtained illegally. But all the **** yapping from that logical part of your brain couldn't silence the truth. Some traitorous part of you loved what had happened. You can't deny that it had felt deeply right. You had cum hard and the relief of your previous pent up horniness, despite remaining caged, was undeniable.

You are building up your resolve to continue resisting, to once again refuse to go along with the SFC agenda but deep down, in a place you still refused to acknowledge, that purple cock had proved that you were fighting a losing battle. What the test, and Cerve and Samantha had all told you was inescapable. You could hold out a little longer, you could hope beyond all reason, and you would definitely try. but the ultimate outcome was no longer absurd, something you could laugh at but a fact of the universe that you would eventually be **** to come to terms with.

You walk upstairs in silence and get in your shower. You want to wash this away and you definitely don't want to talk to Cerve right now. You scrub off the grime of the day along with the slimy lubricant that was all over your lower body. It feels cleansing to have all that removed but you can't wash away the sore feeling of your ass. It doesn't hurt exactly but it's a constant reminder of what your release cost you. You go straight to bed, naked, too mentally exhausted to try and make sense of Cerve's new closet set up.