Her Paradise and Her Prison by Incognito42

She lay on the floor, arms and legs cuffed together, with her private parts up in the air, ready to be used. A picture of submissive servitude, of property to be used by her Master. She was property. The thought made her pussy twitch. She was property. In body, in mind, and legally. Just the other day, she had been a man. She had been the Master. That life was lying in front of her, inches from her face, in the form of a key. If she only tried, if she wiggled over and got it, uncuffed herself, she would be back to being the Master. But... Master had told her not to...

John had met her at a kink events some months ago. Jennifer was new - young, inexperienced, and looking for someone to submit to. Someone older, more experienced. Someone like John. He had seemed the perfect man for her - in his early thirties, with a masculine, powerful aura, and dressed in an immaculate suit. Rich, or at least well-off, hot, and naturally dominant. The first time she looked at him, she had known that she wanted to go home with him that night. That she wanted to be his. She hadn't dared take more than stolen glances at him, and when he came over to her, she was mortified, barely able to speak to him.

The memories were... off. She knew, intellectually, she had been John when they met that evening, but now, recollecting it, she sort of naturally fell into identifying as Jennifer.. She had to concentrate to remember it as she had actually experienced it.

John had instantly taken a liking to the petite, shy girl. She wasn't much of a talker, but her demeanour was pleasant and obedient. He had quickly discovered that she truly was submissive, and that he could easily control her, even manipulate her, through her sexuality and urge to please and obey.

Those first couple of weeks had maybe gone by a bit too fast. He had quickly shaped Jennifer into the **** he wanted, through a combination of neuro-linguistic programming, behavioural conditioning and even hypnotic ****. Not that she had resisted - at each step, she had been a willing and enthusiastic participant. Becoming someone else’s property was something she had yearned for since her first sexual awakening, in her early teens.

She had wanted it, hadn't she? The memories from those days, distilled through her now submissive mind, told her yes. She wanted it. But that was the Jenny she was now. She knew what she had done to her mind, back when she was Master. She knew her recollection of Jennifers life before her transformation was skewed. She had never been that Jennifer. Even though she could remember things from her life before they had met, her memories were coloured by the Jenny she was now.

Once Jenny had been sufficiently conditioned and prepared, John had brought home the contract. They hadn't been an item more than a couple of month, but by this point, they had both wanted it. A **** contract. Legally binding, it would essentially make her his property. It would take another two month to process it, and Jenny would have to submit to a few tests to make sure she was making the choice of her own free will. It was halfway through this period that John had had his fateful idea. It was part curiosity, part insecurity regarding whether Jenny would actually pass the tests. He had noticed a hint of unease in her, which could be picked up by the tests and make the contract void. He knew these tests quite intimately, and knew how to pass them. Maybe... he had access to an experimental device that allowed two people to swap consciousnesses at work.

Truth was, when he brought the device home with him the day before the final test, he was kinda excited. It would be kind of fun to experience her body from the inside. Her body was very sensitive, very highly sexed even before he had started conditioning her.. He wondered how much her conditioning would actually affect him. There was a bit of excitement in that thought, as well. In Jenny's body, he would experience things a lot like how Jenny actually did. For a few days, he would be the submissive pet. With his willpower, he should be able to resist the urges of her sexuality and conditioning, but as long as he just rode along, there wouldn't be much difference. And he didn't see any reason, really, not to just ride along.

By now, the contract had mostly come into ****. She was already his property, to do with as he wanted. The only thing she could potentially do, was to fail the final test that showed her full and uncoerced willingness to enter into it. So the body-swap wasn't a request as much as it was a command. At first, she had not been happy. She had protested that she thought it wrong, and said she feared she would look at him with different eyes once they swapped back. What real, true dominant would wish to inhabit the body and mind of a submissive girl like her? But after forcing the swap, and after commanding her to act as if she was the Master whose body she now inhabited, she (he?) had agreed to obey.

His first "command" had been to leave him alone for a minute. Jenny had dutifully obeyed. The experience was... different than she had expected. For the first time in their relationship, she felt a nagging insecurity. Had this been the wrong move? Would this destroy their dynamic? She felt a need to please her Master, to find a way for Him to accept her decision to swap the two of them. To apologize to him for making that decision against His will. These feelings... they were so alien to how he used to feel.

She heard the door open, and looked up. She realized she was on her knees, naked, in the submissive position Jenny had been conditioned to sit in when she was waiting for her Master. He looked down at her as He walked over to the dining table. Sat down. Then He motioned for her to crawl over and bend over His lap. He was testing her, she realized. There was a tinge of humiliation in the act. A feeling that would normally have made her angry, but now instead fed a feeling of smallness, a feeling that this was her natural place. She realized this excited her. She of course knew it did, she had seen it happen many times before, but this was the first time she actually felt the connection between being humiliated and small, and being turned on.

"In there, you pretended to be the Master," her Master spoke. "You pretended to give me a command, to tell me how to act. I am going to act that way, but I want you to know that I'm doing it because I've decided I want to, not because you told me to. As we are now, I am the Master, and you are the ****. Is that understood?"

Jenny nodded, and managed to utter a meek "Yes, Sir."

"Good. As I'm sure you've guessed, I am going to have to punish you for presuming you could give me orders." His hand, which had been caressing her butt cheek, suddenly lifted and came down with a hard smack. She whimpered in pain. Jenny's body was sensitive in all ways, pain and pleasure, and she was not used to this sensitivity. She was crying softly by the end of the punishment, as she felt His hand slip from her butt down between her legs, easily sliding inside her. "This body is made for pleasure. As I'm sure you'll discover over the next couple of days, you've conditioned it extremely well, and it certainly seems like the conditioning is holding." He massaged her clit, and she moaned, pressed herself against Him. Suddenly, he stopped. "Please," she said.. "Not your pleasure, though. Your pleasure is a tool of control. It is made for my pleasure!"

With that, she was thrown off His lap. Master told her to sit up. As she did, Master unzipped His pants, releasing His member. It looked gigantic. She had known that he was well-endowed, but with her new perspective, that just didn't cover it. She felt in awe, a mixture of adoration and fear. This thing would be inside of her. How... how could it fit? She remembered that Jennifer had said the same thing she was now thinking, that first time. And she remembered that he had used that feeling, conditioned it into what she was now experiencing.

She took in the experience. Jenny had done this many times, but it was still her first. Never had she sat between a mans legs, a cock mere inches from her face. She leaned in. Drew her breath. The smell was musky, familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, exciting. Her mouth opened, her tongue came out, licking the engorged head. Tasting it. The same musk, topped with a salty taste from the drop of precome. She felt a hand on the back of her head, pressing her face down, guiding her. The first few bobs were awkward, the veiny member feeling oddly out of place in her mouth, but she soon discovered how to do it. Master had trained her to please Him in just the way He liked, and that training was still in there. It didn't take long before His guiding hand became rougher, forcing Himself inside her, down her throat, gagging her. She felt helpless, will-less, like a sex toy to be used. It felt... right. Again it felt right. Like this was her proper place. And it felt good. Being used for His pleasure made her stomach churn with excitement. Feeling Him twitch in her mouth, giving her His seed to savour - it was a high, an addictive rush of endorphins and sexual arousal. She felt lost in the moment, her only concern the pleasure of her Master.

He had really outdone himself in the conditioning of her mind, she thought to herself as she was coming back down. She hadn't even been given an orgasm, and still... She realized he had basically made her a junkie. A submission junkie, addicted to pleasing her Master. The fear and insecurity of her first rejection, moments after she had become Jenny, and the pleasure she had just experienced. Both pushed her towards being the best little **** and fucktoy she could be. It would not take many days in this body before any resistance had been ground down, before she would be Jenny, fully and wholly. She was glad she had chosen to swap into her body the day before the test, and not earlier.

A thought struck her. How was Master affected by all this? Did the conditioning carry over to Him? Was He secretly just obeying her command to act as if He was Master? Or was He... not? If He was not, what if... what if He realized how strong the conditioning was? What if the uncertainty about this whole **** contract he had seen in Jenny before the swap grew, what if He decided He wanted to stay as the Master? Could He pull that off? Could she stop Him? Would she want to stop Him? After all, He was her Master, and there was nothing she wanted more than to please Him.

The thought scared her. She might actually be stuck like this. No, the thought didn't scare her. It excited her. That deep, primordial excitement, so similar to fear. Heart racing, stomach churning, body flushed. Crotch dripping wet. What... what should she do? Get the device and switch back immediately? She would have to ask Him for permission, and then He would certainly become suspicious. It might actually trigger Him to decide not to swap back. No. Better to stay silent, and hope that tomorrow would bring her into her rightful place.

Over the next 24 hours, Master had given her a rollercoaster tour of the experience of being Jenny. The pleasures and the pains. The only thing He hadn't done, oddly, was to actually fuck her. She had passed the final test. On the way home, Master had asked her how it felt to know that she was now actually, legally owned. She hadn't been able to give a proper answer, but the wetness between her legs betrayed her. Once home, He had ordered her to strip, pushed her to the floor, and cuffed her legs and arms together. Ass up, face down. A humiliating, helpless position. Whatever He planned to do next, she could not do anything to stop Him. He had teased her, played with her pussy. "You know, I still haven't used this. Do you know why?"

"No, Sir," she had answered. She had wondered about it. Wondered if, maybe, He was saving it for something special.

"I feel that, if I fuck you, if I fill your womb with my seed, then that will be it. I won't be able to go back to think of you as my Master. Your two other holes - they're okay. But this one, the one that just a woman has, it feels different. I also feel that, now that the contract has been finalized, the only right way to start our new, formalized lives is to fill that womb with seed. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, Sir," she had answered. It was.

"Good girl. I'm looking forward to it. But I'm wondering; would you rather stay down there or be up here?"

"I... Sir, what are you..."

"Hush." He knelt in front of her. She tried to look up, but couldn't see higher than His crotch. Could see the engorged penis straining against His pants.

"Here are the keys to the cuffs you're wearing. You're not allowed to uncuff yourself, Jenny. Only your Master is allowed to do so." He put the keys down in front of her face. "I will be back in five minutes, with the swapping device."

And here she was. Arms and legs cuffed together, with her private parts up in the air, ready to be used. A picture of submissive servitude, of property to be used by her Master. The dilemma her Master had just given her churned in her head. If she got the key, uncuffed herself, she would prove herself to still be the Master. If not... she would stay the ****. The property. Permanently. Her crotch was burning. Her stomach was filled with the wildest of butterflies. It sounded so right. Felt so exciting. ****. Property. This was, honestly, the most aroused she had ever been. In this life or the previous. Such a momentous choice. But, she told herself, she wasn't really Jenny. Jenny was upstairs, in his body. She was just playing at being the ****. Wasn't she? She could fight through this haze of arousal. Slowly, she started wiggling towards the key. Got it in her hands. Got it in the keyhole. And then, she was...

...thinking of how disappointed Master would be if He came back and found her uncuffed. That smallness, that insecurity, that need to please Master that had been the first feeling she had experienced after switching, overpowered her. She just couldn't do it. She couldn't let her Master down. For all her willpower, her ability to overcome the allure of all the good feelings, this she couldn't do. Her Master had told her she wasn't allowed to uncuff herself, and her conditioning simply stopped her from going against His will.

When Master came back with the switching gear, she was in the same place she had been when He had left. Staring at the key with wistful, longing eyes, she heard Him step up behind her.

"I knew you'd stay. I would have kept you like this anyway, just so you know, but I'm happy you've capitulated. I'm not going back to that body. After we swapped, I realized how heavily conditioned your body is. I'm sure you've realized it, too.

He unbuckled his pants. She felt His hand on her butt, then sliding down her back until it gripped her neck, as He leaned in. His member was at her opening, teasing her. Taunting her about her fate. Weak, subservient, receptive.. A fucktoy. Property. It hadn't really been her choice. It had been the conditioning. She hadn't actually wanted this. That, too, was the conditioning. But she had made the choice to make that conditioning. She had made the choice to sign the contract. She had made the choice to swap into this body. Every significant choice along the way, she had made it, until her earlier choices had started making them for her. There was no escape. She was no longer John, would never again become Master. She felt His huge member slide inside her, stretching her, filling her with conditioned bliss. She felt Him pump in and out of her, and she was happy that her Master was enjoying her. She came, once, twice, thrice, before she felt Him twitch inside her, felt Him fill her with His seed. That feeling triggered another orgasm. Conditioned, she knew, but real none-theless.

Master withdrew from her, and simply left her there to do whatever it was He now wanted to do. His cum dripping out of her pussy, she came down from her euphoria to the realization that this was actually it. This was her fate. This was her life, now. She was Jenny. She was Property. This was her self-imposed Paradise and Prison.