This choice: You once again swap bodies with Mary • Go Back...Chapter #10You once again swap bodies with Mary by: milida   Everything then went blank and moments latter you felt a disorientating yank as the world shifted once more, but alas this time in an almost familiar pattern now. The swap was also much quicker this time you found yourself waking up back in Mary's body almost instantly. The sensation of waking up was familiar, the fuzzy static sound in your ears, the cottony feeling in his mouth and most horrifyingly your fingers stuck back in your pussy. You looked down in horror at your big breasts.
Mary in your body laughed and blew you a kiss "Hmm back were you belong John, keep playing with yourself you at least deserve to cum"
In disgust you withdraw your almost instant withdraw your fingers and glare at the whip Mistress and in a shrill voice ask "Hey whats going on, I don't want this?"
The Whip Mistress smirked "Why John, I'm giving you want you want, your deepest darkest fantasy, obviously the idea of being stuck in Mary's body is highly arousing for you"
You gulped and somewhat uncomfortably retort back "This is not what I want"
But you noticed that being in Mary's drug ridden body much of your normal confidence, cockiness, masculine perspective, sense of mastery and superiority were suddenly no longer part of your mental makeup.
She laughed back "Look at yourself slut its obvious your aroused by what I'm saying"
Your cock was gone again, so no telltale erection, but that give away was replaced by a maddeningly erect little clitoris and a warm tingling deep within. Your nipples ached terribly as well. You visibly squirmed not able to deny what she was saying.
The Whip Mistress walked forward and began teasing you between your legs, making you even wetter and blithely declared "I'm going to make you scream girl."
You lamely shook your head in denial as she played between your legs. Alas a whimper of need escaped your lips as you reflexively widened your legs and rocked your hips "Please don't Whip Mistress. we both know I'm a man. That this isn't my body...or what I want ..."
But alas your disloyal sluttish body wanted her attentions. You desperately look towards Mary "Please give me back my body, I can buy your freedom and give you anything you want. I give you my word." Your voice quavered between lust and sincerity.
"Your word? The word of a slave? Why would he?" the Whip Mistress mocked, as Mary stepped back and flexed his prodigious musculature. Even his shadow loomed large,dwarfing the smaller body you now wore.
Mary paused then also responded "In your body your sluttish beast I can have all that and more. Let me give you my word instead. Help me fit into your life and I'll promise to free you from all the stress and responsibilities you use to have, I'm sure the whip Mistress would let me acquire you for my amusement. Do we have a covenant?"
You gasp back in horror "Never"
You then plead to the Whip Mistress "You can't let this outrage happen?"
She however ignored your question and continued her ministrations on your pussy. All to soon she had your warbling and moaning in pleasure and within minutes experiencing another of those magnificent orgasms. As you lay back in bliss she informed you "I'm not going to make this permanent just yet girl, but I do intend to let Mary take possession of you for awhile and do with you as she likes. I will let her body reset if I put her back in it, as I don't want her holding back, prove to me you do not belong in that body"
All color drained from your body as Mary smirked triumphantly then gave you a wink "We both know the outcome of this little experiment don't we?"
You pout and glare back at him. You were were still very much a man, no matter that you wore an enslaved female body.
In response he licked his lips fashion. You watched his tongue, and to your horror briefly became intrigued by the possibilities, conscious of your nudity, your female flesh on display and how erotic it was. You'd never felt like a sex object before. But to your rising horror you found that being objectified was naughty and titillating. You shake your head trying to rid yourself of those horrid thoughts.
Mary meanwhile seemed to take his masculinity, almost as a matter of course. Like he had been born to it. He certainly seemed more than masculine enough. He was definitely in control.
You nervously pulled against the chain connected to your collar wanting this all to end. Naturally you were not able to budge it. Your body glistened with sweat as your breasts rose and fell with her panting. Being helpless played into your new bodies sexual inclinations. Damn why were you getting so excited by being so helpless?
The whip Mistress gave you what you thought you wanted and lent forward and released your collar. She then smiled at Mary "You may take her now but only for 24 hours"
Wrapping one meaty hand around your legs, he hoisted you up so you were rather indignantly sitting on his shoulder, and marched out of the brothel.
Mary was now a tall man, and it felt as if you were being oh so public-ally put on display, elevated so all could get a look at your naked body, wet between the legs, your generous breasts bouncing and an obvious slave collar around your neck.
Men and women alike paused at the sight of the slave girl being displayed so prominently, as if a prize.
Being carried, naked, on display was rather exciting unfortunately. You pressed your legs together to hid your arousal but you could feel the eyes on you, saw them looking in amusement. Your mound and lips and clitoris on display. Now your female parts... It was unfair. But your soft curves felt good against Mary's strong body. Your heart beat as your thoughts bounced from one extreme to the other.
To your surprise Mary took you to a tattoo parlor. "I want her to have a most magnificent tattoo," Mary announced as he entered the tattoo parlor and set you down in the tattoo seat, legs wide, your face going red at your obvious arousal so openly on display. Wet and hot. That was your sex now.
The lady tattooist grinned at the slim slave girl before her as she got to work and set up her inks.
Nervously you plead to Mary "We don't need to do this. I'm not really a slave,"
It however sounded even false to your own ears. Your voice was husky and quavered with ill suppressed need. You blushed in shame as you were undoubtedly a slave.
All to soon the outline of a tattoo began to appear on your loins. The way it circled your sex so erotically impressed you. You had to admit you sort of liked it. So brazen and slutty it aroused you. Where had that thought come from? You looked up at Mary your owner and master. At that moment you hoped he also liked what he saw.
The women grinned as she brought the needle closer and closer. "Would master like her clit tattooed. Red? Purple? Pink? My it's so flushed."
She casually flicked it. Your eyes widened and you moaned. Your new clit was oh so sensitive. Incredibly so. More than you could ever believe. Better than your cock had ever felt and instead of a tingling of your balls and a swelling of your shaft your pussy lips swelled open, your insides tingling receptively, eager to be filled. Your swollen clit was all the sensitive nerves clustered so tight on such a small nub.
You nodded, panting with lust. Being a slave was such a blasted turn on.
"What my slave wants...my slave gets," Mary casually observed.
You gave Mary as angry a look as you could, inhaling sharply in pleasured pain, the needle pricking your sensitive mons and moved distract-fully towards your utterly swollen clit.
"Slave!?" you whimpered. Saying it felt right and so wrong at the same time. Mary was clearly using the tattoo as a ritual of enslavement. He had no intention of returning to the body you now wore as a slave. He clearly intended for you to remain trapped in this body, enslaved with no hope of freedom. The thought made you both terrified and moister. To your horror you grew unbearably aroused at the thought of your unending servitude and obeisance. Your clit throbbed with pleasure not unlike your former penis but intimately more intense.
Over the next three hours, the woman slowly completed the tattoo on you. The cool kiss and hot bite of the needle traced everywhere beneath your hips, running up and down the inside of your thighs, across and round your buttocks, and along your most sensitive lips. The torment was agony, especially as the lady tattooist at one stage disappeared and returned with cuffs and bindings, weighing down your arms, legs and hips so you could barely move.
Trapped. Helpless. At the mercy of another female who seemed to enjoy the sexual torment of her tattooing.
The needle played over your body, repetitive, ritualistically,amping up your arousal, moving from one erogenous zone to the next with unrelenting methodical purpose. The tattoo grew larger and larger, consuming your skin, marking you and clearly defining your role. There was a disturbing certainty to your fate as you shuddered and moaned and gasped. It was almost teasing.
Painstakingly, slowly, pausing every so often to change needles and inks, and inks, and turning you not so often unto her side and back, the lady completed the tattoo that marked all of your female parts as available for use and an invitation to look.
"There. How was that? All done." the woman finally said as she set aside the needle and began to gently huff, blowing cool breath across the sore, stinging warm of your nether regions.
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