Reluctantly submit.

"Very well, I submit." You say testily.

Despite being smaller in your female form the young receptionist is quite petite. Once the girl has released you from this frustrating trap you intend to overpower her or push past her and make your escape from the club as quickly as possible.

"Excellent, though I'm sure you'll be perfectly understanding if I take a few precautions rather than take your word blindly." The girl replies with a smirk.

She moves behind you and grabs one of your wrists. You feel a slap against the wrist and the cold steel of the handcuffs close around it, quickly she pulls your other arm close and manacles that wrist as well. As she returns to the box you pull at the handcuffs, but they are on tightly and secure.

"Really Miss, there is no need for these at all." You protest. "I told you that I submit."

"Firstly the proper address now is Mistress Sarah." The young woman admonishes you. "You are the **** now and I and any other members of staff are Mistresses and Masters. Once you are in the dungeon then any patrons in the dominant role are Masters or Mistresses as well. Only other slaves can be considered as equals. Secondly I have worked in this position long enough not to trust blindly the word of someone foolish enough to enslave themselves by mistake. They very often believe that running away from the situation to be preferable. You are by far not the first mare I've wrangled."

While she has been talking Sarah has lifted a new Item from the box, With your interest in bondage and domination you recognise it easily enough. A leather sleeve a couple of feet in length fitted with numerous buckles and straps, an armbinder used to immobilise a ****'s arms completely behind their back.

"Oh no!" You gasp as you realise what is about to be done to you.

"Oh, but yes." Sarah chuckles as she moves behind you once more.

The leather sleeve is pulled up over your handcuffed arms despite the pointless wriggling and protests you make. Two straps go over your shoulders to stop the armbinder being pulled down and then Sara carefully tightens each of the buckles along its length. Your arms are gradually pulled tightly together behind you from your handcuffed wrists to a point a few inches above your elbows. In your many bondage movies you had always admired the effect of the armbinder on slavegirls. The way it leaves them so helpless and the improvement in posture of pulling back the shoulders thrusts out their chests and makes their breasts seem so much more perky and accessable. A glance downwards confirms that your rather modest breasts do indeed look more prominent now with the nipples achingly stiff.

"There, that is a pretty improvement." Sarah says, echoing your own thoughts in a rather happier mood than your own. "Even little titties like yours girl look so pretty when the slut is in a sleeve. Next you wont be needing these tonight."

Sarah squats in front of you and slides down your tiny black thong all the way to your ankles. With a growl of frustration you lift one leg at a time when Sarah commands you so she can pull them over your ankles and stiletto boots and remove them completely.

The next item Mistress Sarah retrieves from the box is a slim black leather collar with "VA ****" spelled out in chrome lettering upon it. You give a soft moan as Sarah holds it up for you to see and read. The club mistress sweeps back your long black hair so she does not trap it and wraps the collar around your slender feminine neck. As she tightens the collar and buckles it in place your heart is racing and despite your predicament you feel a thrill of excitement, the act of collaring having always excited you in the movies and stories you loved about domination.

"Oh my, you look perfect." Your Mistress says admiringly as she steps back to inspect you. "Take a look in the mirror and tell me what you see and how you feel Michelle."