You don’t have a choice.

You move to follow Mark when out of the corner of your eye you spot your mistress holding the gun. She’s aiming it at you and you frown in confusion as she fires it.

As the gun works it’s magic on you memory and sense of self returns. You still have your month of training but... oh my god you’re actually a guy. Except you’re not. Your pussy is still wet and swollen and the inert vibrator is still stuffed up inside you. You struggle. Steve has the gun. If you are sold you’ll never get back. You’ll be stuck as a submissive, slutty woman. Your pussy quivers with pleasure at the possibility but your returned mind does not relish the thought. “Mistress!! Please don’t!” You plead.

She merely laughs at your girlish whining.

“Come on ****. I own you now...” your new master growls. “You said she was trained!” He growls at your mistress.

“She is. Let me come with you. I’ll show you how I trained her...” you suddenly straighten as you realise mistress has just chosen her next plaything. Your new owner. You smile at her and the three of you leave.