Janet bids.

Janet waves a hand, eyes covetous of Michelle’s fresh shaven sex that mirrored her own. Bending Michelle to her will, wrapping the former man about her finger. Figuratively and literally. They removed the restrained thralls blindfold and she blinked against the light, straining to see. Janet stared intently at Michelle’s eyes. Michelle swallowed as she was displayed like a tasty morsel on a hook. So helpless.

Janet admired the artful reduction of the girl to a thrall. The spreader put her sex out there as she slowly twisted.

“Mistress Janet bids two thousand. Master William bids three...” the auctioneer went up by thousand dollar bids. William has moved through the crowd to stand beside Janet.

“I can’t help but imagine you up there... I’ve spoken to your partners. You keep your sex similarly shaven. She looks good enough to fuck... that really could be you. Eager for my cock inside you... I know the X-change you took makes you horny. You always said women deserved to be on their knees. Admit it. You want to be up there on the auction block. Everything you do is prelude to being my little fuck pet...”

Janet grimaced and ignored the truth of his words. She was horny because she wanted to dominate Michelle. “You get off on me crushing your tiny cock...? Well you can find a vice and mash it yourself. It will be you up there. In a tiny sex pot body, begging me to own you so you can lick my boots and I can stuff my dildo in your sopping girly cunt...” Janet bidded.

At five thousand he dropped to five hundreds. Soon it was just Janet and William. At seven and a half William dropped out. Janet grinned as the gavel came down and her ownership was declared. “Pussy.” She mocked William.