"That would be me" came a cold, commanding female voice from the doorway.

The blonde crossdresser spins in shock to face the direction of the voice, which calmly continues "having fun with my property, little girlyboy? I put it in here to suffer, not for a wash!"

The catsuit-clad redhead strode arrogantly over to the urinal to inspect her captive plaything for a moment, then returned her attention to the trembling blonde. "You just can't seem to make your little bimbo mind up, can you? Are you a girl or a boy? You dress like ... well, like a cheap imitation of a slutty girl — but even the sluttiest girl doesn't receive blowjobs in the men's room!"

Reaching into her purse, the redhead extracted an ominous looking device and snapped it in place around the shocked blonde "girl's" genitals, enclosing them in a small pouch too quickly to allow any resistance before it was too late.

"That's better, isn't it girl? It'll stop your tiny little bimbo mind getting confused and trying to use your clit as if you had a cock ... and make you concentrate on serving others, the way a dirty little slut like you should, instead of using other people's property for your own selfish pleasure without permission!"

The first few seconds of frantic instinctive clawing at the pouch had revealed the device was lined with spikes inside, the heavy and serious-looking padlock instantly convincing its wearer that the evil contraption would not be coming off without either the key or some serious power tools and probably permanent injury as well. Quickly working out that resisting would be counterproductive and probably painful as well, the T-girl didn't hesitate to drop to her knees at the redhead's simple gesture to do so.

"Now, little slut, you took something you weren't entitled to just now, didn't you? You have to return it, you know!"

After a moment's thought, the blonde worked out this must be a reference to the orgasm ... but "return" it? Her first idea was to lift the captive girl's mini-skirt, intending to give the girl an orgasm of her own - but the industrial-strength chastity belt in place there meant that she was strictly a single hole slut for the evening.

Sighing impatiently, the redhead pressed a button on the remote control she held, delivering a small electric jolt between the new captive's legs. Jumping more in surprise than pain, she clutched the affected area protectively as her tormentor smiled evilly.

"You just can't keep your hands off, can you little slut? Put these on, and remember that was level 1 – there are a lot more buttons on here I can use if I want!" While her new plaything cuffed her hands behind herself, the redhead opened an access flap in her catsuit, ready to see if the blonde is as eager to give pleasure as she had been to receive it earlier.