All is right in the world.

The morning sunlight streamed through the tall, arched windows of Lord Baird's spacious bedchamber, casting long shadows across the plush, red carpet. The room was awash with the gentle sound of birdsong from the courtyard below, carrying upwards through the open casement. Lord Baird, now restored to his former male self, sat cross-legged on his silk-draped bed, his hands steepled thoughtfully before him. His eyes, a piercing blue, surveyed the opulent surroundings with a detached air, taking in every detail as if seeing them for the first time.

Lord Baird was now happily back in his male body and Laurence Joo was now a young **** girl named Alisha. He was pleased with this outcome but there remained one matter to be dealt with, the valet who had disobeyed his direct orders and fucked him - Fucked Her! Whilst she helpless and **** was in Alisha’s body. In Alisha’s body and under the effects of the **** **** she had found the experience more than pleasurable at the time - but now it angered him that the valet had disobeyed his direct orders. He had not wanted to become overly familiar with a slavegirls body, outlook or desires and needs.

He recalled the events of the past few days with a shudder. The humiliation of being trapped in Alisha’s slavegirl body, the betrayal of Briv the valet. But most of all, he could not forget the unexpectedly intense pleasure she had experienced when the valet had taken her in the harem. It was a memory that burned in his mind, refusing to be extinguished. He knew he had to deal with the valet, and deal with him harshly. It was his harem and not the valet’s, but the valet had treated his lord’s slavegirls as though they were his.

Baird stood went to his harem and perused the young naked beauties gagged and chained on their knees, deciding which one he would swap the valet into.

He approached one of the the most beautiful slavegirl’s, her large dark eyes wide and docile, her full breasts with pierced nipples, her tiny body strapped with leather bonds. "Danya," he said, his voice cold and unyielding, as he unhitched her leash and led her to his personal chambers. "You are most fortunate, today you will be freed, a slavegirl no more. You merely need to remain silent and loyal, or you will face my wrath." She was trembling as he led her from the harem. He stopped a guard as he walked. “Trull, bring me Briv the Valet. He is to be demoted and you will need to help Danya here when she becomes Briv…”

Trull grinned. “Briv? He has long been having his way with your slaves master and his fate is well earned. I shall bring him immediately.

When they arrived in his private chamber, Lord Baird gestured for Danya to kneel before him. "I have a task for you," he said, his steely gaze boring into her. "I have a technology that will allow you to exchange bodies with Briv, the valet. Do you understand?" She nodded fearfully, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Good." Baird said as he put the swapper on he head and it vanished from view.

There was a respectful knock and Trull pushed Briv into Lord Bairds chambers. “Here he is milord,” Trull said.

“Thank you Trull. Please wait outside.” He motioned for Trull to leave. “Now Briv. I instructed you that none were to have Alisha but our guest. Would you care to explain why you disobeyed a direct and very clear order?!” Baird asked, voice menacingly emotionless.

Briv looked at Lord Baird with an uncertainty, his expression confused. "You wish to punish me, my lord?" he asked. "Alisha was but a ****…"

Lord Baird narrowed his eyes. "Indeed, however you have more than overstepped your bounds. You must be taught a lesson." He turned to Danya, who was trembling on the floor. "Here. Take this ****. Now! Screw her.” He instructed.

Briv looked at Lord Baird in disbelief. "My lord? You cannot mean this."

Lord Baird's eyes flared with anger. "I have given you an order Briv. You will obey it, or face the consequences."

Briv hesitated, glancing back and forth between Lord Baird and Danya. Finally, with a defeated sigh, he nodded. "Very well, my lord," he said, resigned to his fate. "I shall obey."

Danya's large dark eyes widened in excitement as she Briv approached her. Her body trembled with ill restrained anticipation as he undid her leather restraints and pushed her down onto all fours - all the while unaware of the direness of his situation or his future fate. Briv's hands were shaking as he unfastened his own clothes, revealing his naked form.

Lord Baird, who had been watching the scene unfold from his throne, took a sip of wine and nodded in satisfaction. "Very good, Briv. Now, take Danya,” Briv hesitated for a moment, still struggling with the reality of what was happening, before taking a deep breath and guiding himself inside her.

As Briv began to thrust, Danya let out a soft moan, her tiny large breasted body tensing and relaxing with each movement. Her large dark eyes closed tightly, her features contorted in pleasure as he rode her. Briv was still shaking, both from fear and arousal, but he couldn't deny that he was enjoying himself. The feeling of being inside her was overwhelming, and he could feel his control slipping away.

Lord Baird, watching from his throne, smiled. He drained the last of his wine and set the goblet down on a nearby table. "That's it, Briv. Let go. Take my property. It’s all yours now…!"

Briv grunted, his breath coming faster. He was close now. As he thrust deeper into Danya, her nails scratched at the marble floor, her body arching with each thrust. Her moans filled the chamber, echoing off the stone walls.

Lord Baird smiled, watching his **** girl being taken by Briv.

As Briv reached his climax, he let out a hoarse cry, his body tensing as he thrust deep inside Danya one final time. She arched her back, her nails digging into the marble floor, a low growl rumbling from her throat. The air was thick with the scent of their sweat and their passion.

And then the **** and the valet seemed to fall as they swapped bodies. Briv now found herself on her hands and knees, large heavy breasts banging down from her chest, nipples painfully erect and hot moist pussy on fire, stuffed to overflowing with he former cock. She gasped at the sudden intense pleasure. It was overwhelming and confusing but it felt so good. “Oh fuck! What have you done my lord?!”

Danya, now in Briv's body, staggered backwards, his hands clutching at his chest. He felt strange, disoriented. And... aroused in a different way. His thoughts were clear and unsullied by ****’s Bane. His new cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat, and he could feel a strange, hot liquid dripping from his new groin. He glanced over at Lord Baird, who smiled back at him, nodding in approval. “Welcome to your new life as a valet. Very good, Danya," he said. "You've proven yourself. Now, you must fulfill your duties as my new valet." Go outside and Trull will assist you.

Danya nodded, still getting used to his new body. He stood up, took a deep breath and walked slowly towards the chamber doors, his new male form unfamiliar .

Outside, Trull was waiting patiently. He bowed his head slightly when he saw Danya approaching. "You're looking well, Briv," he said, uncertainly. "Shall I assist you with anything?"

Meanwhile Briv was in shock at finding herself demoted from valet to slavegirl. And a slavegirl in the throes of sex, horny as fuck. She was still reeling from the switch, unused to this new, alien form. Her breasts bounced with every movement, her pussy ached from the memory of the cock that had just been in her. Lord Baird chuckled, watching his former valet struggle to accept her new role.

“I may have ignored your indiscretions with my stable of slavegirls but you fucked Alisha. When I was Alisha. You fucked me! Me! That I cannot forgive or forget…” he unbuckled his pants.

Briv blushed, still struggling with the foreign sensations in her body as she tried to understand her crime. Alisha had been her lord!? This was bad! "B-but my lord... I-I didn't mean... I didn’t know!!!”

Lord Baird cut her off with a slap across the face. "Silence!" he hissed. "You've had your chance, and you've thrown it away. Now you shall serve me as I served you." He grabbed her roughly by the hair, forcing her to her knees. "And this time, you'll make sure you please me properly."

Briv whimpered, feeling the thick length of Lord Baird's cock press against her lips. Danya was a Floridian slavegirl born and bred for submissiveness and sexual servitude. The **** band clouded her thoughts. Her surprise and arousal almost paralysed her thoughts. But instinct and muscle memory kicked in. She opened her mouth and took him inside. Her new body was foreign to her, but she found herself obeying, serving Lord Baird as Danya always had before. Her breasts bounced with every thrust of his hips, and she could feel the wetness between her legs growing with every passing moment. Cum dribbled from her hot swollen sex. This was demeaning, belittling and arousing as all fuck!

"That's it," Lord Baird groaned, his hands gripping her hair tightly. "Suck me, you filthy little slavegirl. Show me how much you deserve this." His cock throbbed inside her mouth, filling her senses with its heat and size. She could taste the saltiness of his skin, the musk of his arousal. As she bobbed her head up and down, he thrust deeper, harder, forcing her to take more of him with each pass. She gagged and whimpered in pleasure on her knees.

Her unfamiliar breasts jiggled with each movement, the much larger nipples hard and aching. She could feel the wetness between her legs growing, the need for release burning inside her. She moaned around his cock, wanting him to know that she belonged to him, that she would please him however he demanded.

Lord Baird watched her, his eyes glinting with a mix of lust and power. He enjoyed the sight of her, his former valet, now reduced to his personal whore. "Look at yourself," he said, his voice thick with desire. "You're nothing but a cum-hungry slut now, aren't you?"

Briv, now in the body of a slavegirl, felt a strange and unwelcome thrill at his words, her pussy tingling with raw need. She hated it, but she couldn't deny that the truth and it somehow excited her. She was an entirely different person now, one who instinctively craved this submissive role. It wasn’t just because she was a woman. She was a ****. She sucked harder, her eyes watering from the shame, but her sexy little body begging for more. She knew that she had to serve him well, that her life in this new form depended on it.

Lord Baird’s cock grew even harder at the thought of Briv's despair, and he picked up the pace, driving into her mouth with all his might. He knew he was being rough, knew she was suffering, but she had earned this fate by disobeying him. He was in complete control now, and it felt intoxicating. His eyes never left hers, watching the realization of her fate wash over her delicate features. “This is who you are now. Who you will always be. There will be no escape for you… girl.”

Briv choked and sputtered, trying to keep up with the relentless onslaught of her lord’s manhood. She knew that she would forever be a plaything to be used and abused, to be taken whenever a man saw fit. The thought of it, the reality of it, was terrifying, but she couldn't help the way her body responded. She was a **** now and she knew better than most what that meant.

As she felt him getting closer to climax, she felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. This was it, the moment that would seal her fate. The moment she would truly become Danya. She didn’t know if she could handle this, didn’t know if she even wanted to, but there was no going back now.

Lord Baird's eyes never left hers as he reached down and grabbed her by the neck, squeezing gently, guiding her movements faster and deeper. Her eyes watered and she could feel his cock swelling in her mouth. She had **** but to continue, to serve him as she had been ordered.

The pressure grew and grew until finally, with a roar of triumph, Lord Baird exploded into her mouth. Briv felt the hot, thick liquid fill her throat, her body convulsing with each spurt. She gagged and choked, her eyes watering profusely, but she didn’t dare pull away. The taste was bitter, the sensation overwhelming, but she swallowed it all, her new life as a slavegirl becoming more real with every second.

As he finished, he pulled out, leaving her gasping for air. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear and arousal. His seed dripped from her lips, staining the perfect skin of her chin and neck. "Good girl," he said, his voice a low purr. "You've learned your lesson."

He clapped his hands and one of his retainers came to take the new Danya to the **** pens. A parade of shame for the once free Briv - but she was a slavegirl now.

Lord Baird stood up and approached the trembling form before him. He reached down and stroked her cheek gently. "You see, Briv," he murmured, "now you will truly understand what it is to serve. Every inch of your body will be used to satisfy the whims of the powerful. And I will ensure that you never forget your place." His hand slid down her body, cupping her breast, then moving lower to caress the soft mound of her belly before delving between her thighs.

Briv's body responded despite herself, a soft moan escaping her lips as his fingers found her clit and began to toy with it. She had never felt so helpless. The pleasure was intense and unwelcome, but she couldn't stop her body from reacting. Her new sex was already swollen and begging for attention, a stark contrast to the cold stone floor beneath her knees.

Lord Baird chuckled darkly, enjoying the power he wielded over her. "See, Briv? Your body knows its purpose now," he said, his voice filled with cruel amusement. "You're going to make such a fine little slut."

Briv's eyes were glazed over with a mix of anger, confusion, and arousal. Despite her furious thoughts, her body betrayed her with its response to his touch. She felt a deep, almost primal need to satisfy the man who had so thoroughly conquered her. The reality of her situation was setting in, and with it, an undeniable craving for the depraved pleasures of slavery.