Janet approaches Michelle.

The presence of William is flustering Janet’s normal equanimity. Were she alone with her new sub she’d exude confidence and self assurance, dominating their liaisons utterly. But under Williams apprising gaze she feels less than equal to that task. Undermined. More akin to a his little thrall than a true Domme. Her heart beat faster and the warm leather thong on her crotch was moist. Her nipples were hardening.

She eyes the dildo she would normally wear later in her exploitation of Michelle and knows in her heart it is not comparable to Williams cock. To put it on... would emphasise what she has lost. Williams gaze follows hers and his lips twitch as though he read her thoughts S

Flustered she swings her riding crop and struts up to to the restrained Michelle, vicariously participating in the girls abject subjugation. “Hmm.” She purrs then whips the girl’s small breasts, taking out her anger on the former man. The crop leaves small red rectangular marks as Michelle lets out a satisfyingly girlish cry of surprise. Janet is petty and mean but also empathises with the girl. “Yes. You looked me in the eye... I’m your mistress. Your owner...”

“Ahem, technically I own her...” William observes mildly.

Janet scowls and whips Michelle. “You said I could go first. If you wish to control this situation I will happily leave.” She growls, unpleased at his comment.

“No. Please continue.”

Janet grunts and runs her riding crop down the girl’s belly. Michelle squirms in arousal. Janet feels a small thrill of satisfaction, her sense of dominance bolstered. It irks Janet to be smaller than this weak girl. Belittling and reinforcing Michelle’s emasculation empowers Janet. “I...” she ponders. William does not know that Michelle is really a man under the effects of X-change. “You enjoy this. You’re a weak little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes mistress.” Michelle responds.

Janet leans in and licks the girl’s nipple, mouthing and biting it gently with her teeth. She turns to see William watching them. Smug and superior. He is a true master. Janet turns back and growls. “You took exchange. Voluntarily. You reduced yourself to a fuck pet because you’re not really a man. You want to be dominated. You deserve to be owned. You want to be fucked by a real cock...” she said then grimaced. She’d not meant to say the last. She stamped her foot. “Damn it William. I can’t do this with you here. Just... get the fuck out!” She said.

William stood and walked over to the racks of toys and lichee up a collar and leash. Silently he turned and looked at her.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with that!?” Janet growled as he approached her. She swung her riding crop at his face but he caught her wrist. Her eyes blazed. Her breathing came in small pants. She was so turned on suddenly. “No. I’m not a girl. I’m a man.” She said fearfully as he collared her. William grinned and reached down to her thong and pushed it aside. “I...” his finger slid into her moist slid and she leant into him with tears in her eyes and a look of relief on her pretty face.