A slightly overweight, middle aged man.

I cant believe I'm doing this, you think to yourself as you look in the mirror.

Looking back, you see a surprisingly convincing, yet slutty looking woman. The low cut top, tight silver skirt, and stiletto heels look like they belong on a common whore, not a middle aged man. Just seeing yourself like this is enough to make you hard, leaving a bulge in the front of your skirt. A little pink collar rests around your neck, the word "Slut" encrusted in little diamonds on the front.

Your makeup is fairly heavy, bringing out your eyes and leaving your lips an impossibly bright shade of red. Reaching onto your vanity, you pick up your brush. You run spend a few seconds brushing your long blonde hair, not because anything is out of place, but because brushing your hair helps calm you.

"Are you ready?" A firm female voice asks from the door to your room.

Even as your eyes turn to the sound of your wife's voice, you are already answering instinctively, "Yes mistress."