You see a and feel aroused.

Mistress Sarah pulls the door to the bathroom shut. On the back of the door is a full length mirror and you finally get a good look at how you now appear.

"Oh my god." You gasp as you stare at you reflection.

If you were safely back home in your male body seeing this image on your computer or television there's no doubt at all your cock would be rock hard right now and that you would be happily jerking off. If you were in Sarah's position whether male or female you doubt you could keep your hands to yourself. The reflection shows an adorable ****,completely helpess and ready to be toyed with and used. This was just what you had come to the Vanilla Aternative to experiance in real life rather than just as a masturbatory fantasy. With one glaring contradiction of course. The **** was not meant to be yourself.

"That is just perfect." You say softly, your appreciation of the image overcoming the fact that this was not your intended role in the fantasy.

"Mmmhmm. A little narcissistic given the circumstances, but I'd agree you do make a perfect little submissive." Sarah laughs. "I love the way you tight bald cunt bulges around the dildo shaft, especially knowing there's another six inches of that shiny pole inside you."

You glance down to where Sarah has drawn you attention. Your darkened hairless mons does swell out enticingly around the smooth chrome dildo and the shine on both your spread labia and the pole's shaft can only be feminine juice leaking from your impaled pussy. Sarah now does exactly what you know you would do if positions were reversed and steps close and strokes your gistening pudenda and cuntlips. You cannot restrain the moan tha comes as her slim fingers caress your stuffed labia. The fact that the young blonde is fully dressed and you now have only the boots, armbinder and collar impresses upon you the difference in your status and roles at this moment.

"You just can't help yourself can you?" Sarah whispers seductively as she continues to stroke your bulging labia. "Even though that gorgeous piece of fuckmeat is you yourself, it's still feeding countless fantasies that are stuck in your head and turning you on no matter how dominant you thought you were. I can feel how wet you have gotten already and I've barely touched you yet."

"But I'm a Domme." You insist, though your words lack real conviction. "I am, I know it."

"Shhhh, girl." Mistress Sarah says soothingly. "Perhaps another night you might be, assuming that you visit the club again and still want that."

"Why wouldn't I?" You ask confused. "Who would not want to be the one controlling the fantasy?"

Sarah just smiles in reply. She goes back to the box and gets a chain lead and a small keybar. After clipping the lead to a ring on the front of your collar she kneels and inserts the key into the base of the pole that holds you trapped. You hear a faint click and slowly the hydrolics that must power the pole reverse and you can feel the metal dildo inside you pulling down and withdrawing from your distended pussy. It takes a few seconds to completely sink low enough to pull free completely. You feel oddly empty after being impaled upon it's length all this time now that it is no longer inside you and your cunt is unplugged.

"Don't feel so sad, It will no doubt be replaced by something else very shortly." Sarah giggles, once more seeming to know exactly what you are thinking. "Another dildo or vibe maybe or perhaps a big flesh and blood cock. It depends who wants to play with you first in the dungeon. There'll certainly be no shortage of dominants wanting to sample such a pretty piece of fresh meat."

"Come along then Michelle." Sarah says turning towards the door and giving a gentle tug on the lead. "Time for you to meet the other patrons."