“But it wasn’t me...” William laughed.

“But it wasn’t me...” William laughed as he absently gripped the protruding end of the butt plug and made circular motions with it, swirling the end around inside her and making her gasp. She struggled against the armbinder as Michelle started to unhappy her corset. “I can’t take credit for it. Although now that I see you struggling so vainly against your submissive urges I almost wish it had been me.” He said as he finished disrobing. He stood relaxed and naked before the two former men. Janet stared at his large manhood as her corset was unhasped and she was divested of her trappings of dominance. Both her and the sub Michelle stood naked and collared but for heels. “I was instrumental in your permanent emasculation though. It was I who informed the establishment that you’d taken X-change - when your betrayer confided your true identity to me. Imagine my shock when I realised who you really were. It was rather amusing watching them make you take that plus pill though. The look of confusion on your face as you realised the only cock you’d ever have between your legs was another man’s... it was priceless. Then you shrunk even smaller, your girlish breasts swelling. I decided then and there that you’d be mine. The look of bewilderment ... arousal ... your internal gears shifting as you struggled to define yourself ... a former mysoginist that could not see women as anything but objects to be dominated. I knew you’d switched then even if you were in denial.” Janet grunted as she struggled to expel the butt plug. “And the way you dressed - so feminine. Your outbursts of anger. How you sublimated your submissive urges by transferring them to your thralls...“

“Who was it then?” She asked feeling utterly exposed. Her heavy breasts hung free, nipples pointed and hard like little rubbers. She felt ashamed. Aroused. Helpless. Horny.

“Spoilers... no my pet. You haven’t earned the right to know. But... I will tell you that your betrayer had a tattoo that matches yours.” He said. Janet frowned. A military person? That could be any number of people. Her ex-wife. Former underlings. Friends. Competitors. Her son... “You know... the lowest a sub can go is to be screwed by another one...” he said as he unleashed Michelle and reached down between Janet’s legs to push the feeldoe out of her pussy. It slid from her moist cleft easily and she squirmed, juices leaking hotly down her thighs.

“What? No! Not her. No. That’s... please... at least leave me that,” Janet said as she shivered, her sex swollen and wet, her clit proudly protruding. She felt empty. She eyed the feeldoe with aroused fear.

“Is that all that remains of the mighty Major John’s cock!? A tiny little nub of a thing... now...” he tweaked her clit as he confidently slid the cock end of the feeldoe out of Michelle’s sopping sex. “Hmm. Not any real difference between either of you now... two horny little thralls,” he chuckled as he turned the double ended doodling around. “Let’s see if you get as good as you give... Welcome to the lowest rung of the totem pole slut.”