… to talk to his wife, Dale.

Garrett walked back to his chambers with a vexed heart. To give up his manhood. To be a slavegirl. Even for a day it was a… very vexed thought. For a day. And if the plan went south then for … perhaps forever. He thought of Pria’s body. Tiny. Sexy. Lush. And submissive. That had been bred into her. Obedience. Whether he would be like that or not. He had heard tales of noble and capable male knights trapped in the bodies of slavegirls. They were tales of forbidden technology and even more forbidden action. He never thought he would have his own tale, but he feared his tale would be like theirs, a never ending tale of female subjugation. That was no fate for a knight.

He stormed into his chambers, Dale his wife sitting at her vanity, dressed in the translucent offworlder negligee that could now be purchased on the black market. Like swappers…

“What is it Garrett?” Dale asked as he closed and locked the door securely.

“We are alone?” He asked.

Dale glanced up and looked at the closet and smirked. “You’re the one who hid Pria in our closet. But feel free to look.”

Garrett waved the comment off. “It’s funny you should mention Pria. Because tomorrow I will be her. Using an offworlder mind swapping device. To become Lord Drask…” he filled her in on the whole plan, including that he would remain as Lord Drask.

Dale tilted her head and smirked. “Mind swapper. Show it to me!” She said enthusiastically, eyes a little devilish.

“I don’t have it with me now. But it bonds with your skin and it swaps you with whoever you remain in contact with for over ten minutes.” He explained.

Dale tilted her head slyly as she stood and walked towards Garrett, her shear negligee revealing a lovely sway of breasts, gliding of nipples and swishing liquid flow about wide swaying hips. She reached into britches and gripped his manhood. “So, tell me, does it scare you thinking you might lose this… or,” she pressed her body against his, her soft warm flesh yielding to his firm muscular physique. As Knight Captain he was older, more mature and experienced but still in peak physical condition.

“Dale. Don’t do this,” he growled.

She grinned as she gently stroked her hand up and down in his britches making him shiver. “You’re already hard? Are you secretly afraid that you will enjoy the ten minutes. Your new pussy filled with Lord Drask’s man heat. A perfectly submissive slavegirl.” She bit her lip as she imagined it, her grin widening. “You know it’s ironic. If only you knew what foreplay was.”

“Foreplay? What is that?” Garrett asked.

“That’s kissing and fondling and other activities before you get to the fucking my dear husband.” She said with mild exasperation.

“Like when we started courting? No one wastes that effort on a slave…” he said.

“No. You don’t. But others do…” she replied and glanced at the closet again.

“Who’s in the closet?” He asked, eyes narrowing. He had hidden Pria in the closet before. Surely Dale did not have someone else in the closet.

“Look and see…” she challenged in a tone that said if he did look and see there would be consequences.

Garret frowned, pushed away from Dale and went to open and look in the closet. He gripped the handle.