Hilarious SPA surprise

Chapter 15: Marcy's Awakening

Mark stirred, his eyes fluttering open to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains. The first sensation that hit him was the slight tug of the leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles, still securing him to the bed. His body was sore in the best way possible, the lingering reminders of last night's intensity filling him with both satisfaction and anticipation.

As he shifted beneath the silky fabric of the bra, stockings, and short skirt Lisa had dressed him in, the feeling of being utterly enveloped in her world made his pulse quicken. His makeup, though slightly smudged from the night, still framed his face—dark, dramatic eyes and deep red lips. He was no longer just Mark; he was becoming something else, something Lisa had molded him into.

The door creaked open, and Lisa appeared with a sly, mischievous smile playing on her lips. She stood in the doorway for a moment, taking in the sight of him still bound and dressed to her liking. Her eyes twinkled with satisfaction.

"Good morning, Marcy," she greeted him, her voice filled with playful dominance.

Mark blinked, momentarily confused by the name. "Marcy?" he repeated softly, his heart pounding in his chest.

Lisa sauntered over to the bed, her movements slow and deliberate, every inch of her exuding control. She leaned over him, her face just inches from his, and whispered with a grin, "Yes, Marcy. You look so much like a woman now. I think it suits you perfectly, don't you?"

There was a pause as Mark, or rather Marcy, processed the name. He felt his heart racing, but the familiar mix of excitement and nervousness washed over him. Deep down, he knew this was exactly what he craved. He nodded slightly, his lips parting as if to say something, but nothing came out.

Lisa chuckled and kissed his forehead. "I knew you'd agree," she said with a smirk before turning her attention to the small box she had brought with her the previous night. She placed it on the bed next to him, and Mark's eyes followed her hands, curious yet apprehensive.

"Today, we're going to have some fun," Lisa purred as she opened the box, revealing a sleek, remote-controlled prostate plug. Mark's eyes widened at the sight of it. The plug was larger than anything he'd ever seen or imagined using, and he couldn't help but stammer, "Isn't it... isn't it too big?"

Lisa laughed softly, a teasing lilt in her voice as she responded, "Oh, Marcy, you're so cute when you're nervous." She traced a finger along his cheek, her eyes filled with amusement. "But don't worry. I'll make sure you're ready for it."

With that, Lisa grabbed a bottle of lubricant and squeezed some onto her hand, warming it between her fingers before carefully applying it to the plug. Mark's heart raced as she then applied the slick substance to his exposed butthole, the cold sensation contrasting with the warmth of her touch. His body tensed, but Lisa's steady hand and reassuring gaze kept him calm.

She pressed the tip of the plug gently against him, her voice soft and commanding. "Relax, Marcy. Breathe. It's going to feel strange at first, but I promise, you'll get used to it."

Mark took a deep breath, feeling the mix of discomfort and anticipation swirling inside him. As Lisa slowly inserted the plug, he squirmed beneath her, the sensation foreign and overwhelming. It was strange—something he had never wanted before—but in Lisa's hands, it became desirable, something he couldn't help but lean into.

The pressure increased as the plug settled in, and Mark bit his lip, his body adjusting to the new sensation. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not, but the fact that Lisa was in control, guiding him, made the entire experience exciting. He found himself both nervous and exhilarated.

"Good," Lisa said, her voice soothing as she admired her handiwork. "See? You handled that so well." She stepped back for a moment, retrieving her phone from her pocket. With a few taps on the screen, Mark felt the plug begin to vibrate, softly at first, sending subtle waves of pleasure coursing through him. He gasped, squirming against the restraints, his eyes wide with surprise.

Lisa's smile widened as she watched him react, clearly pleased. "Oh, Marcy," she cooed. "It looks like you're enjoying this more than you thought you would."

Mark could only manage a soft moan in response as the vibrations continued, teasing him, making him more aware of his own body in ways he hadn't expected. He shifted against the bed, but the cuffs around his wrists and ankles kept him in place, under her control. He both hated and loved how vulnerable he felt.

Lisa grinned as she turned off the vibrations, leaving him squirming for more. "Now," she said, her voice suddenly authoritative, "get showered and dressed."

Mark blinked, still reeling from the sensations coursing through his body. "Dressed?" he echoed, still trying to process the shift.

Lisa smirked. "Yes, Marcy, dressed. But not without finishing what we started last night. You'll be wearing makeup every day from now on. And don't forget your wig." She tossed him a knowing glance. "You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?"

Mark shook his head quickly, his heart pounding. "No, I wouldn't," he replied softly, feeling the weight of her expectations settle over him like a comforting blanket.

"Oh, and Marcy," Lisa added as she walked toward the door. "From now on, this is who you are. My beautiful Marcy."

With that, she turned and left the room, leaving him to shower and prepare himself. Mark stood in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. His heart pounded with a mix of anxiety and excitement as he slowly began to apply the makeup he had grown so accustomed to. Each brushstroke felt like a step further into the new life Lisa had crafted for him.

When he was finished, Mark—now Marcy—looked at himself, at the woman staring back. The plug's subtle presence still lingered, a constant reminder of Lisa's control over him, and he felt a rush of exhilaration. He wasn't just living for himself anymore. He was living for Lisa, for her pleasure, for her desire.

And, deep down, that was exactly what he wanted. From now on he would be Marcy, and would be the bitch of all the woman at work. And, most importantly, for Lisa. He smiled as he pondered about the years ahead as Marcy.........