Michelle is sent to a private room.

Janet moves slowly through the crowd to the auctioneer upon her high heels, spurs clinking and riding crop clasped expectantly in her tiny hands. The crowd murmurs and subs move humbly from her path. “Put it on my tab... and have her sent to a private play room. Keep her restrained.” Janet says.

Sarah nods and with a clinking of chains and pulleys Michelle is hoisted up into the air by her harness and then guided along roof hung tracks to a nearby room.

The auctioneer checks his ledger then regards Janet with disappointment. “I’m sorry Mistress Janet. You appear to have overextended yourself and are behind in your payments. This is something of a problem. You know our position on these things...”

Janet grunted. One of the unfortunate outcomes of her permanent change into this body was her early retirement from the military on the grounds she was unfit for duty. Her pension was generous and regular and she owned several rental properties - but she had overextended herself this month. She should have checked her finances properly before committing to this purchase. “I’m good for it.” She asserted, fully aware of the consequences of what she’d inadvertently done. Some of those that ended up on the auction block were switches that used their own sale to pay of credit. She bent her riding crop then produced her MasterCard- all good dommes had one.

“Yes Janet...” the auctioneer says as he touched off on it and waited for the payment to clear. Janet watched intently.