“... are you happy?”

Kitten’s head bobbed up and down eagerly on her former cock and she grunted in response. She had been tricked into this sleeve permanently. This was not what she wanted. She was a wealthy and powerful man, not a submissive gengineered pleasure companion. Except in this sleeve her mind was ruled by its needs. She wasn’t getting what she wanted. She was getting what she needed. She loved cock. With a passion. Her small body craved it. She had been foolish. This was her own fault.

“You know when you first suggested this contract I had wanted to be your pet. Once in that sex toy body I’d wanted nothing than to serve you. But once freed of my submissive compulsions in your body I realised I liked to be dominant and male. You ingrained those traits in this sleeve. The thought of going back into that weak servile flesh was repugnant. And because you wanted no one to know about your swapping into that body I had full access to your wealth and privileges. I could bribe the lawyers. You silly little cunt. You did this to yourself...” he laughed and gripped her head, cumming deep in her throat.

She looks up, licking her lips.