The end of the show for the audience—but not for you.

“I think that should make it quite clear,” your Mistress says smugly, “that you belong to me now.”

With that, she signals for one last toy—a leash and collar. Clamping the collar around your neck, she roughly yanks you to your feet and then leads you out of the ring, walking slowly in order to let the audience take in the dominated condition of her newest ****.

“Now then,” she says, “let’s continue this in my dressing room...”