Locked futa-brat Marisa

Marisa stands in the Headmistress's office, her hands clasped nervously in front of her short plaid skirt. The sheer fabric of her blouse hints at her perky breasts, but it's the uncomfortable pressure between her legs that dominates her mind. She shifts her weight, the black pumps clicking on the hardwood. "You... you summoned me, Headmistress? I've finished the filing you assigned. Please... the cage is so tight today, I can barely walk."