“Tomorrow is fine…”

Garrett’s mouth was dry as he replied. Entertain Lord Al… as a slavegirl. The notion made his body heavy with an odd fear. “I will need a night to get my head around this sir,” he explained nervously. Tomorrow he would be Pria. Tiny, weak, obedient and … very fuckable. A slavegirl. He looked at her face as Al gently toyed with her breasts.

“Tomorrow it is. Just think of the power and prestige you will have when you are a Lord,” Lord Al said.

Garrett nodded. But to do that he would need to maintain contact with Lord Drask for ten minutes. Physical contact. There was one certain way that a slavegirl could maintain contact for ten minutes with her master. Provided that Lord Drask had no impotency issues… He glanced down at Pria’s swollen sex. Soon that would be his?! Ten minutes. He swallowed. “Goodnight my lord,” Garrett said as he turned to depart.

“Mention this to no one,” Lord Al instructed Garrett as he opened the door.

“Yes sire,” Garrett agreed woodenly. He needed a drink. No he needed to get drunk. Should he tell Dale. “Um, sire, what of my body when Pria is in it?”

“Pria will live your life as a knight,” Lord Al explained.

“Others will surely be suspicious that she is not me…” Garrett ruminated on the threshold. “My wife. My lieutenant Bixby…”

“Hmmm. Possibly. I will leave it to you. But be discreet,” Lord Al shrugged.

“Of course sire.”