“How the mighty have fallen...” Sarah observes.

Janet kept her eyes downcast in servile shame. She didn’t want to make eye contact with the other dommes. Now that she was not engaged in the physical act of being sexually dominated and had experienced sexual release she was more herself. She was John. The man trapped forever in a tiny sexpot body. Cute and desirable. She glanced up meekly to see amusement and interest in the eyes of her former equals. A predatory gleam that made her knees go weak with uncertainty. She moved tentatively, the butt plug feeling odd as she kept pace with her ex-wife. She wished she had clothes...

She passed Kay and his young, leashed submissive partner. As a man Kay and he had drank cognac and smoked cigars in hedonistic discussion on sumptuous leather recliners whilst their respective partners had dutifully felated them. In fact Kay’s current leashed sub had sucked John’s cock when he’d possessed one. John nettled a little as she realised how far she had fallen but her newfound submissiveness was much too overwhelming. She imagined herself sucking Kay’s cock as he talked with a fellow domme. Her pulse quickened with interest.

Fresh cum glistened on her elfin chin and large bare breasts, plain for all to see, clear evidence that she was now a cocksucking thrall that would now diligently perform oral sex upon her master. Carl, another former equal, paused and approached her, lifting her chin to examine the cum there with an air of superiority. “Janet... I see you’ve embraced a new role.” He took in her clearly post debauched state. “Sucking cocks I see.” He seemed amused but unsurprised.

Her cheeks burned with guilty discovery. “Yes...” she responded reluctantly.

“Did you enjoy it?” He prompted, eyes on hers.

Janet swallowed feeling less than a man. Like a thrall. She should lie. But... “yes,” she whispered with the hint of a guilty smile, head bobbing. A strand of semen dropped from her chin to her lushly curved breast. With her arms bound she could not remove the evidence, her breasts being pressed out by her backward angled shoulders. She was the model of an utter sub like this. Small, restained, demure. She was acutely conscious of her exposed sex, a sex that until now only her female thralls had seen. A sex she’d known others had coveted to take but she had jealously guarded. Her light pink lips were delicately swollen and enticingly moist. And the butt plug sticking out of her ass was the icing on the cake. A domme might use one but did not walk about in the presence of others with one. She bit her lip in embarrassment.

“Of course you did. You’ve been living in denial for much too long... everyone knew. The butt plug suits you.” He placed a hand between her legs, pushing back her hood to thumb her protruding clit. He watched her response. Her hips rocked as her heavy lidded eyes closed in sensual bliss. He nodded. Then he removed his hand and sniffed his finger. “Hmm. Moist... your cunt has not yet been fucked by a man... well cummed in at least without a condom. You’re on the pill, right?”

Janet blanched. “Er... No.” She said. She’d not thought of this. Pregnancy was something women worried about. She hadn’t planned on having sex with a man... ever.

“Be careful. You don’t want to get pregnant. Do you?” He advised her with a confidently condescending tone. “It would be a shame to ruin such a slim body.”

She nodded mutely. Unable to look him in they eye as an equal. She glanced at his partner. Carl’s thrall smiled tentatively at Janet. Her equal now. There was a glimmer of recognition there. Another past conquest. Now John was a conquest. And the gathered Dommes all wished to add her to their stables. Sarah tugged her pet’s leash firmly and led the smaller woman on. There were a number of encounters. Janet feared that she would never be able to raise her head like a Domme again. That everyone knew what she had become. This turned her on even more - as did her complete exposure to all she knew here as a cocksucking thrall. Being paraded about like a common thrall was utterly new and exciting. She blushed in shamefaced arousal. She was going down a path that she could not return from she knew.