Not at all.

"You heard exactly what I said." The blonde girl retorts with a hint of exasperation. "Unless I am very much mistaken then your hearing will be perfect and your eyesight twenty twenty. It always is with Xchange."

"How...Why do you think I'm on Xchange." You correct yourself, but a moment too late. "And what right would that give you to talk to me in this manner."

The blonde stands up and takes a step or two backwards and looks you up and down critically. Embaressed you protectively cover your small breasts with one arm and hide your exposed pussy with your other hand. The girl laughs and shakes her head.

"Well the first part was simply an educated guess based upon experiance. You are obviously a perfect piece of fuckmeat as all Xchange girls are, but that in itself would not mean you were not naturally born female. I am willing to bet that I'd find no ID for a Michelle Nishimoto in your purse though. I could also check the details of the advance credit card booking and I'd expect it was paid for by a man who was mysteriously unavailable to be contacted right now."

She smiles again. "Actually it makes no difference whatsoever to how I talk to you. Now that you are temporarily property of the Vanilla Alternative as an employee whether you're an Xchange girl or natural I am in effect your owner."

"Property...Owner...what the fuck are you talking about?" The whole bizarre turn of events have you confused and a little scared.

"That was in the brochure. The one at the desk that is, not the short version online." The girl seems to be enjoying herself explaining all this. "Any guest who collars themselves, locks themselves in bondage equipment or devices or willingly consents for others to do such is considered to be submissive for the duration of their stay. The device you are on, which we call the slut trap is clearly marked "Property of the Vanilla Alternative". For your own protection you are considered property of the Vanilla Alternative so that we might step in and exert owner's rights should any other guest get out of line."

"B..but I never agreed to any of that." You stammer.

"By completing payment and checking in you agreed to become a club member and abide by it's rules even if you'd declined the opportunity given to read those rules." She explains. "Now you be good little girl and stay right there and I'll be back in a few minutes. I have to get a few things before we go downstairs to the dungeon."

For the next few minutes return to futile efforts to remove yourself from the trap unaided. Spreading your labia wide with your fingers you try rocking back and forth, but that clearly does nothing but agitate rhe dildo inside you. Next you bring one knee up and try to lean sideways hoping it might work. You do manage to lift an inch or two, but nowhere near enough to slide free of the remaining length of sextoy in your pussy. When the woman returns you have resorted to scrabbling at the walls in desperation as if the smooth surface could give you anything to grip by which you could lift yourself.

"Don't exhaust yourself little slut." The girl chides you. "You'll need that energy for whatever use the patrons wish to make of you."

"Now see here Miss." You say hotly. "I don't take kindly to being talked down to by a mere slip of a girl barely out of college by the looks of you."

"Do you not indeed?" She laughs lightly as she sets down an open box nearby. "You seem to be forgetting that this mere slip of a girl currently looks to be no younger than you do."

"The simplicity of the slut trap always amuses me." She says conversationally as she rummages inside the box and produces a set ofsteel handcuffs. "Your arms and hands are free, your legs are free. But there you without chains or locks completely immobilised by your own cunt a pair of fuck me heels and your slutty stupidity."

"So what's it to be?" The blonde asks. "Will you cooperate so we can speed this up and get you off of there quite quickly or will you put up quite pointless resistance and drag the process out much longer?"