Marian did not see the Mistress again until that evening. Whenever a sissy was scheduled to be used by one of the studs, she was removed from service for the rest of the day in order to prepare. Colette took over Marian's duties as the Mistress's personal maid, delivering her lunch and afternoon tea, helping her to dress after her bath, and attending on her in general. While Marian was jealous of the extra time Colette would get to spend with the Mistress, she was sure Colette was more jealous of the time she would get to spend with Samson. It was no secret that Colette was a complete slut.

On the other hand, Marian was enjoying the time to primp and prepare. She started by taking a long bath in the maid's quarters. Of course this bathroom wasn't as nice as the Mistress's, but it was still nice to settle down in the scented water, leisurely shave her legs, wash her hair, and perform all the other girly ablutions necessary before her rendezvous. She did not, however, get to enjoy the pleasure of a bathtub wank. Before dismissing her, the Mistress had locked her in a proper chastity device. It was rather frustrating running her hands up and down her slippery body in the sweetly scented bathwater, but she knew there was a promise of better things to come.

After she was bathed and shaved, the Cosette, Colette's twin who was just as promiscuous as her sissy sister, came in wheeling a tray on which an enema bag, hose, hook, and nozzle were arranged upon an absorbent pad. There was also a small, disposable package of scented mix.

Knotting the sash on her fluffy, pink bathrobe, Marian thanked Cosette and proceeded to rub lotion into her legs.

“Oh, I don't think you understand. Mistress asked me to take care of you myself!”

Marian laughed. “Of course she did, Cosy.”

But Cosette insisted, “Yes, she did. Now be a good girl and take off your robe and I won't have to punish you.”

Marian rolled her eyes and continued to moisturize.

“Very well.” Cosette pushed the tray into a corner and took hold of both of Marian's hands in one of her own and began to pull off her bathrobe sash, the robe itself coming loose and falling to the floor as well.

“What are you doing!” cried Marian.

“I think you know that, you naughty girl. I'm going to give you a good cleaning so that Samson will enjoy his time with you!”

Marian shrieked and struggled, but the other maid proved more determined. She quickly tied Marian's wrists with the bathrobe sash and tying her hands to the towel rack.

“My, but aren't you smooth!” said Cosette, running her hands down Marian's slippery skin. “But it seems you're not meant to have any relief.” Her fingers traced the outline of Marian's chastity device and tickled her little fairy balls. Cosette pressed her swollen sissy stick against Marian's thigh, bringing her painted lips close to the girl's pierced ear, and whispered, “Though I, of course, am not locked up,” and shook her bells to emphasize the fact.

“You wouldn't dare!”

Cosette giggled and began to fill the enema bag, hanging it on the shower rod. “Wouldn't I? And wouldn't you enjoy it, you little hussy.”

“I'm not a hussy! You are!”

“So noisy you are! But not for long.” Cosette stepped out of her silk panties and picked up one of Marian's discarded stockings, then stuffed the panties, dotted with Cosette's delicate pre-cum, into Marian's mouth and tied them in place with the stocking. “That's better. Now I can do this in peace.”

When the bag was filled, Cosette stirred in the mix and placed another absorbent pad under Marian, spreading her legs wide. Then she fitted the hose and nozzle to the bag, teasing Marian's little rosebud with it. Marian shivered in uneasy anticipation.

“Should I lubricate you first or just push this right in?” Cosette taunted. Marian could only whimper through her gag.

“Oh, I'm not all cruel. I can be very nice if I feel like it.” Cosette dropped the nozzle back into the tub and pulled Marian's plump derrière apart, exposing her opening fully. Marian moaned as Cosette's tongue dabbed at it, her soft tongue making a thorough exploration of the delicate pucker.

“I see you like that. Your little stick is oozing, even though it's all locked up. Who's the hussy now?” And Cosette plunged her tongue into Marian's sissy hole, wetting it thoroughly.

Marian moaned and writhed as much as her bonds would allow, willing Cosette's tongue deeper into herself, but still unwilling to admit what a little slut she was. But it wasn't to last. Cosette withdrew her tongue and picked the enema nozzle up again. This time, she simply fitted it into Marian, sliding it in as far as it would go as Marian pushed back against it, spreading her legs as wide as she could in her uncomfortable position.

Then Cosette removed the hose clamp and the warm water began to flow into Marian's wanton sissy hole. As Marian was filled, Cosette untied her clitty ribbon and began rubbing herself against Marian's fairy balls, coating them in pre-cum.

“Ooh, you're so smooth!” she moaned. Marian moaned back, out of control with desire. The tryst with the Mistress that morning and now the invasive ministrations of her fellow maid were too much. She tried to convince herself that if she hadn't been teased so mercilessly she would not feel like such a little whore right now, hoping that Cosette would pick the lock to her chastity device with a hairpin, but part of her felt that this might not matter.

When Marian had taken half of the bag, Cosette shut off the flow again.

“Now what should we do while we wait?” she asked, stepping around to Marian's front, placing her erect sissy stick right in the girl's face.

Marian looked hungrily at Cosette's lovely clitty stick. It wasn't thick or long or veiny like Samson's would be. It was rather delicate and bright pink. Samson's would, of course, be dark brown and very masculine, but Cosett'es was dainty and Marian couldn't help but want to give it fittingly dainty kisses.

“If I take off your gag you will be a good girl?”

Marian nodded, imploring Cosette with large, soft eyes.

“You will not scream?”

Marian shook her head and nuzzled Cosette's sissy stick as a gesture of good faith.

Cosette gave a little gasp and another drop of precum trickled from her beautiful little stamen and was wiped off on Marian's cheek. This was all the encouragement she needed to untie the cruel stocking silencing her captive.