Janet is excited despite herself.

The thought of all her friends and associates seeing her under Sarah’s thumb was arousing in spite of how much she dreaded it. She’d always been strong, driven, unyieldingly masculine... she had held strong to the view that to be anything else was not her. But in this body she was not strong. And it felt good. She had become what she fantasised about... the ultimate little submissive - and the arousal she felt was overwhelming.

She shook her head. “No. I’m not a sub. I won’t live as one.” She rallied.

Sarah smirked, knowing that Janet was still lying to herself. They paused in a corridor and she tugged her tiny former husband to her, running a hand along her slim flank. Janet shivered with need. “Janet my pet...” Sarah grinned and pushed the girl to her knees and waited. Janet knelt beside her uncertainly. Then a man rounded the corner ahead and walked towards them. He was tall, muscular, bald and dark skinned. Trey Johnson. A regular here. “Excuse me sir. I seem to be having a problem with my pet. She still seems to be in denial. She thinks she is a domme... Would you be so kind as to let her suck your cock and disabuse her of the notion?” Sarah asked, tightening her grip on Janet’s leash.

The large man looked down at Janet as the kneeling girl shook her head slowly. “Hmmm. Janet?” Trey said in recognition. “This look suits you...” Janet couldn’t look him in the eye. She looked at his leather trousers. She knew that Trey was extremely well hung. Trey laughed and unzipped his pants, his large chocolate cock coming out.

“Go on girl,” Sarah cajoled.