Obey

Your dance partner leads you to a dressing room, where an amused-looking older woman is sitting.

"The usual, Jen."

The woman nods.

"Sit down, dearie, we've got some work to do," she says to you.

There is no mirror, so you can only guess what is happening to you by the makeup you see her holding and the feeling as she touches it to different parts of you face. You've been growing your hair a bit--it's not a luxurious length or anything, but she spends some time on it with brushes and some hairspray. All the while she prattles about this and that, seeming not to notice that your nervousness is such that you can only answer in monosyllables.

Finally she spins you to the mirror.

You almost jump in shock--the face looking back at you is unfamiliar. Crimson lips, pale blue eye shadow, seductively wavy hair. You look like a girl.

"Look how cute you are," she laughs. "Why don't you see about the clothes." She points to a nearby table.

The outfit is a corset top and black knees-high boots. There is nothing to cover your panties.

You slip it on, calming the pounding feeling in your chest by admiring your newly feminine form in the mirror. If you didn't know...well, except for that bulge in your panties.

One of the shirtless men opens the door.

"It's time, Ms. Jennie!"

You wouldn't have been eager to argue with him dressed in your street clothes. Now, with nothing on below the waist but boots and lace, you just blush, look down, and follow.

The crowd seems much bigger. You try not to look out at them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, say hello to our two newest performers: Jimmy and Madame Jennie!" the man in the silver blazer announces.

Startled, you look to the side. Another person is standing there--a thin man who is naked except for a black leather collar.

"Jimmy has been a very bad boy. Let's see whether he can behave well enough that Madame Jennie forgives him! Otherwise, I think she might find a good use for what I see in her panties!"

The men secure Jimmy to the frame you saw earlier. They hand you a riding crop.

Even though you have never used such a think, you find the lovely "smack" it makes against bare flesh to be quite enjoyable. Jimmy moans and squirms as the next blow falls.

"I don't hear you counting, worm!," you hear yourself says. Jimmy may be in for a long night.