Michelle is Sold...

The auction continues on. Next there is a snivelling male, hardly worthy of his manhood Janet thought as she regarded him. An unremarkable man that would willingly enslave himself. Janet’s jaw clenched as she regarded his obvious erection with ... envy. Her cock was long gone and here was a man who didn’t deserve it. She toyed with the idea of buying him, tying him up, feeding him a pink x-change plus pill and gently gripping his manhood for one last time. Stroking its firm rigidness as his balls shrivelled and drew up inside him, his shaft shrunk down a tiny nub and she could finger the new girl at leisure. Take a cock to that virgin pussy. The notion made her shudder.

God she missed her cock. She missed fucking girls. The way there moist velvet warmth sheathed her sex. Cocks in pussies... She hated how her fantasies came back to heterosexual fantasies that she could no longer participate in as a man and she refused to entertain as a woman.

She thought back regretfully the memories of her own first use of x-change. Slipped to her as a Mickey... then the plus pill. She would not accept a submissive role. She was a man. She’d sublimate any such inappropriate thoughts onto her ****. And a man become a Slavegirl was perfect for her to do so with.

Saya was next and she ignored the ****.

Her elfin grin was devilish as they lifted Michelle’s harnessed body with chains. She dangled slowly under the spotlight, leg spreader and armbinder giving the slim dark haired girl a very restrained and **** appearance.