Janet looks uncertain.

“I think we should start again. This time I’ll be the dominant one. You’ll be the sub.” Tracy continued as she toyed with Janet’s small girlish breasts. “You’ll call me sir.” He took his former husbands leash and pulled her to her feet.

“Yes… sir,” Janet agreed meekly, semen dribbling down her inner thighs. Her mind was trying to get around the possibility that she was pregnant.

“You’ll walk two paces behind me. In time with my steps. Like you marched in the army. Eyes downcast like a proper sub for everyone to see.” Tracy said as he dressed in one of the establishments complimentary bathrobes. He eyed the naked girl and grinned.

“Sir, can you please remove the butt plug?” Janet asked quietly, her arms still sleeved snug and secure behind her. It made her feel… odd.

“Janet, did you ever remove mine when I asked?” Tracy queried. “Of course not. You know how this works. Everyone needs to know that you’ve switched for good. Now come along,” he tugged the leash and led the diminutive little thrall out.

They walked though the Vanilla Alternative. Tracy took a slow, roundabout route and slowed to talk to other couples. Most seems to find amusement at the irony of Janet’s newfound position. A few of the subs Janet had once dommed even came up and boldly fondled to mortified lass. Her erect nipples and swollen sex made it abundantly clear how much she was getting off in her new lowly role.

“Is that you Tracy? You’ll have to lend her to me sometime,” Dave Jones, one of and rtd former dom equals suggested.

“Hmmm. Maybe. Little Janet and I might be taking a bit of a break from the scene. About nine months of her being barefoot, if you get my drift…” Tracy said. “We always talked about making babies. I’m not sure I want to stay male but Janet is a girl for good now. Let’s hope being pregnant doesn’t ruin her slim figure…”