"No Janet...."

As William had payed out some of the leash he had Janet tethered by she had freedom of movement, two or three feet of movement anyway. The collared domme retrieved a bottle of lubricant from the shelf and drizzled some onto the tip of the feeldoe that jutted from her crotch. Replacing the bottle she wrapped her tiny fists around the considerable size and girth of the faux phallus she was equipped with. With hands so small the size of the realistically sculpted fake cock was accentuated, but Janet judged it's length to be about nine inches and it's girth was as thick as her slim wrist. Almost as impressive in fact as her own lost flesh and blood penis. She began to work her fists over the shaft, spreading the lube in preparation.

“Oh... wow... I can feel it.” Janet gasped as her motions moved the twinned shaft that was imbedded in her vulva. She closed her eyes breathing deeply as she worked, imagining the sensations were those of a woman's touch upon her vanished manhood.

William laughed. "No Janet, you feel only the end of the toy that is penetrating your tight girlish cunt. A poor substitute for the sensation a real throbbing hot cock would give you."

Janet studiously ignored him and turned to Michelle, the latex phallus liberally smeared with lubricating oils and glistening. "Please don't." Michelle begged softly, the first words she had spoken since the couple had entered the room. Janet smiled, her confidence growing now her back was to William and her gaze was centred on the bound and helpless Michelle. She studied Michelle's face as she approached her, noting the conflicting emotions. Fear, fascination and excitement showed in her eyes and expression.

"I'm going to fuck you Michelle." Janet said quietly. "My big hard cock is going to slide up inside you." This brought a derisive snort from William behind her. The hypocrasy of her eager willingness to do to Michelle exactly what she was so fearful of William doing to herself did not seem to register.

Janet grasped Michelle's hip with one hand and guided the tip of the feeldoe to the raven haired ****'s dark hued slit. A head shorter than Michelle, Janet was **** to stand up on her toes to ease the feeldoe's tip into Michelle's slick quim. Her small toned buttocks clenched as she thrust up onto tiptoes to spear the shaft upwards into Michelle's pussy. Michelle gave a sobbing gasp as she felt herself penetrated by the slick smooth feeldoe and Janet let out a long loud sigh of satisfaction as half of the toy buried snugly inside her own vagina transmitted the sensations of Michelle's slick tight sex to her. She began to thrust slowly, moaning softly each time she **** herself up omto her toes and drove into Michelle.

The transformed domme seemed lost in the moment, savouring the sensation she was vicariously feeling as she fucked Michelle and oblivious to William moving behind her. Taller as she was, Michelle could see clearly over the top of Janet's head and her brown eyes went wide as she followed his action. Taking a stainless steel buttplug from the shelf William lubed it up from the same bottle Janet had used. Michelle could see the teardrop shaped head was about six inches in length and around two in girth at it's thickest point. It's neck narrowed down to less than half of that, the plug designed to be held snugly in place by the elasticity of the sphincter closing on the narrow neck. As William approached Janet from behind he grinned at Michelle and held his finger to his lips to command her silence.