Chapter 439 You Cant Take My Sex Away:>Ep4

• Her morning bathroom routine took extra care but, she had tended to all of her personal needs and felt sufficiently clean in the end. The bidet attachment the department of corrections had sent her home with was very useful in keeping clean, and there also was also an additional tube could be connected to a port on the front of her belt which would flush her crotch area with water and give her a thorough cleaning. Discreet venting holes built into the bra cups kept her skin cool and allowed water to drain out after her shower. She would be damp for a short while, but the water wicked away from her skin and dripped out the bottom of the cups. All that was needed was a little extra time toweling off and she would be fine. When she stood in front of the mirror to inspect herself, she noticed something that she had missed the day before. The words "D.O.C. OFFENDER ID 492037-DM" were embossed on the front plate of her belt and in smaller font, across one of the cups of her bra. Not that she would be able to explain away the belt and bra locked onto her body to anyone who might see her naked as anything other than enforced chastity due to having been found guilty of a crime, but the addition of her identification number bothered her. She felt marked.
• The leggings she selected for the day would be totally inappropriate if not for the loose top that she wore that covered her crotch nicely. When she inspected herself in the mirror, she noticed that her gait had changed with the additional bulk between her legs. She was sure she could overcome the difference with some practice walking, and becoming more desensitized to the feeling of having something between her upper thighs. The bra was covered well with her shirt, and she found that the outline of her bra followed the natural curve of her breasts rather than forcing them upward into unnaturally shaped half-globes like one might expect with hardened cups. In appearance, everything looked natural with the right clothing, but if anyone was to bump into her, they'd be mighty curious about the hardness where there should be softness. All in all, Danielle was satisfied with her appearance, and she went out for the day.
• As she moved about, she started to understand why the anal plug was considered a punishment and not just an inconvenience. It not only caused her private humiliation for being forced to wear something like this in a place so very personal, but it also caused her to be aroused as it seemed to touch something deep within her. Her g-spot? She wasn't sure about her anatomy, but whatever it was, the plug was making her very horny. It was both physically and psychologically affecting her.