The guard is gone.

Jack-Kyra breathed a sigh of relief as she regarded her prettily trussed and gagged ex. “I always wanted to hogtie you love…” she said with a smirk as she contemplated her ****.

Kat-Kyra tried to swear with her mouth full of panties. Her nipples were painfully erect and desperately needed attention. Her thighs were damp and her sex was aflame with a carnal need whose intensity was beyond anything she’d ever experienced. The mental strictures of her new Gynoid flesh dictated that when she was bound like a submissive thrall she would be aroused. She knew this having seen as much with Kat-Jack. But she’d never expected to experience it. She was turned on by being all tied up and frustrated as all fuck.

Jack-Kyra lifted her hand and examined the ridiculously manicured nails with mixed emotions. “You know a part of me wants me to make your body as male as possible. You know tomboy lesbian. Short male hair, no makeup, men’s clothes. I’d love to see your reaction as I did that. Tell all your friends that I only like girls…

Kat-Kyra’s eyes widened and she seemed pissed as she struggled in her smaller weaker body that grew ever more aroused. It was like a Chinese finger trap. The more she fought the more the strictures pumped endorphins into her mind and the more pleasure she felt.

“…but the thing is I’ve been in that Gynoid body for a month and that changes a person a bit. I’ve been subject to the enforced Gynoid beauty regime of spaaing, massaging, hair styling, makeovering… and those damn strictures made all that girly stuff extremely fun. I was being made to act and see myself as an ultra-feminine sexpot and... Well you either go with the mental strictures or you fight them. The problem is that struggling against them makes them all the more pleasurable. So I had to go with them and kindof embrace them. It’s refreshingly self honest when you admit to yourself that being as cute and beautiful as possible is a good thing. I found myself loving dolling up…” Jack-Kyra blushed at her lengthy admission. “The girlier I acted the better…”

Kat-Kyra listened with eyes widening as her situation became clear.

“The problem is I need you to behave and not draw attention to us as we leave. I’m getting out of here and I can’t leave you here as you’ll tell on me, won’t you love?” Jack-Kyra considered then grabbed Kyra’s handbag and rummaged through it. “You remember this? Your egg vibrator with remote mental control. I’vs had so much fun with this over the past month, haven’t I? I think you’ll like it too.” She took out the little U shaped sex toy and slid one end into Kat-Kyra’s wet and swollen pussy, the other end pressing against her ex’s erectly engorged clit. She accessed the mental menu and turned the toy on.

Kyra-Kat mewled about her panty gag, eyes glazing, mouth slack, face flushed. Her body shivered.

Jack-Kyra grinned. That would keep the little slut in her place…