Every day, looking upon herself, in black blazer and casual pants with a wvite blouse and stylish tie, the epitome of the professional woman.
But today is different, she sees herself, reflected in the mirror, she gazes upon this new version of herself, taken aback by what Master has orchestrated.
She stands in cyan blue high heels, "fuck me" heels, to be precise, accompanied by pink stockings that ride up to her upper thighs.
Tight pink panties and a cyan blue corset with yellow detail, the corset presents her cleavage, displaying her boobs.
Finally, her neck is adorned by a pink collar and a large O ring.
Her face was decorated with red lipstick upon her lips, which were stretched around a large pink ball-gag, completing the ensemble. Her wrists were bound behind her back by cuffs.
As she stared into her own eyes, as she gazed upon her reflection, she accepted it, embraced it. She saw her true self, saw a beautiful collared doll, and felt a spark inside her crotch, up unto her brain.
She felt excitement and desire. She felt and saw her truth in what Master had reflected.