Reflections

Immediately you run to the bathroom and begin to flush your mouth with water. You do everything you can to get that taste out. To clean your mouth, to wash yourself, to remove the thought of what she just made you do. What did you just do? Finding a toothbrush and paste you immediately begin to brush. All the while, the scenario just continues to repeat over and over in your head. "Lick it. Swallow it. Taste it." The words echo in your mind. And as much as you try, the taste doesn't seem to leave. It's carved into your memory. You brush and brush, and though mint flavor permeates your mouth you can still taste it.

Your eyes begin to fixate on the mirror, beautifully bright blue eyes stare back at you. Long red hair falls over your D-cup breasts, dainty lips pursed around a pink toothbrush that hangs from your mouth. A frown begins to form as the memory shoots through you that you know the taste of cum. Your petite nose crinkles at the thought of the smell. The pink collar, **** away the very essence of who you once were.

Her voice echoes, "Your little cock will slowly shrink away to nothing."

Your eyes wander down your form lingering on the plaid skirt hanging from your hips. The dread of losing your cock is overwhelming.

"NO!" You strip off your clothes throwing them aside as you scream. Looking for anything which might help this feeling of helplessness.

"You're slowly becoming a eunuch with breasts."

Some way to regain your once confident self.

"Like a barbie doll, all tits and nothing else."

The shower.

You need to wash away these thoughts. To clean your body of the idea of what just happened. To start over again. To help regain a sense of composure. You turn it on and enter, knowing you need to be clean, washed of the recent events so that you can find some stability again.

The water is warm and fresh and it flows over you unending. You focus on the sound, the feeling of warmth. Breathing in that warm wet air in deep breaths. Turning up the temperature so that it's almost unbearable. It has to be hot. So hot that it can burn this feeling away. Leaving you clean. Leaving you whole. Taking away these thoughts, these fears. And just be.

After a while it sinks in, you're not who you were. You're not John. You're some soul who's about to lose all sexuality if you don't do what she says. Your hand grabs hold of the silver ring hanging from the collar. You're a lab rat. A pet with no real control of your own destiny and you can't do anything other than follow instructions or become some kind of freak.

Tears rain down lost in the water below.

Your hand slowly lowers to your penis. Once large and prized, now an embarrassment that is slowly disappearing. Small, even in your now tiny hands. She taunts you with her sexuality. Knowing it can't be used. Laughing in your face while throwing this lost sense of being at you. Lick at her cunt while your own dick withers away.

Something has to change.

You exit the shower toweling off and make your way to the closet. But of course that's filled with nothing but dresses, skirts, blouses, and panties. Pastel blues, greens, yellows, and pink. All feminine, all girly, all for you. You resign and grab a small blue blouse, a plaid skirt, and some yellow panties. You pick out a pair of mary-jane shoes and some thigh high white socks. You drop the towel and manage to dress yourself. The panties slide up your legs, pulling tight against your skin, hanging from your now prevalent hips, hiding that last shred of manhood behind yellow cotton. You raise your skirt and notice that it too is far shorter than you'd like. The blouse tightly buttons against your chest. You pull your socks up past your knees, little stripes of blue matching your blouse like bands around your legs. The shoes slip on your dainty feet easily. And then you stand before the mirror to notice her staring back at you.

The situation is becoming more real with each moment. That you're slowly becoming the girl in the mirror. This Jane that you've created. She's the one who belongs in this outfit. Look at her. She's beautiful. She's sexy. She's the one with sensuous eyes staring back into yours. She's in more control than you, even while she's a collared bitch. Maybe you should relinquish everything to her? Could you do that?