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He leant in and whispered in my ear. "How does it feel to be fucked?" he asked, as he pushed himself deep inside and pressed his crotch against my clit.

"A...amazing," I gasped.

"Have you had an orgasm in this body yet?" He kept himself deep inside me, gyrating his hips slowly.

"No. Please, don't stop. That feels... so... good."

He stopped. Pulled himself back a little bit, and looked me in the eyes. "You are not allowed to come. You took my body without my consent, and I can't let that go unpunished." This sudden sternness and mention of punishment just fueled my arousal. "This is the first part. You are not allowed to come without my permission. Not now, not when you're alone, not if you're with anyone else. Is that understood?"

"Yes. God yes. Just start fucking me again!"

He slapped me. Not hard, but hard enough to actually get my full attention. "I'm serious here. You stole my identity, even if you did not mean to keep it. If you do not listen to me, do not accept your punishments, I will let you keep it."

My eyes shot wide open, my heart rate going from an already hard thump to a full-on drum session. Terror at the thought of being stuck like this. Or something else? "You wouldn't..." I mouthed, but my attempt at protest was cut short by him slamming himself into me again. In a matter of seconds, I was lost, desperately clinging on, writhing and wringing in an attempt to have him *not* hit the right spots, trying not to have him push me over the edge. It didn't work. He knew too well what he was doing, and soon I felt myself losing the battle. Losing my identity. I was Claire. I was going to be **** to remain Claire. The thought just pushed me further towards that edge. Submissive fuckpet. Slut. Obedient housewife. These were Claires dreams, and they were now mine.

Just then, I felt him tense up, push himself hard towards me, and unloading a massive load deep inside me. I slowly regained my composure, inching back from the precipice that moments ago had seemed so unavoidable. As he pulled out, I could feel some of his cum followed, and I instinctively reached down to try and wipe some of it away with my hand. He grabbed my hand. "No. I want you to feel it seeping out of you."

"You did good, by the way," he continued. "Passed this first punishment. Now, we're going to talk about the rest. But first, you're going to make me breakfast."

I nodded, swung my legs out of bed and reached for a pair of panties, discarded on the floor the night before.

"No. No clothes. That is the second part of your punishment. Whenever we're in private, you're going to be in the nude."

As I walked out of the bedroom towards the kitchen, I heard Claire get up and head towards the bathroom. I looked around, over at his naked body, and felt a shiver run down my spine. I knew I was good-looking, but in Claires mind, I was a god. I want him to bend me over the kitchen table and fuck me again, I thought. God, I was horny, and the humiliation of feeling his cum running down my legs didn't help. Claire really was a piece of work.

In the kitchen, trying to put together a breakfast, my mind was rolling with fantasies. Try as I might to contain it, my horny mind just didn't allow me to not have dirty ideas. I imagined myself on the table, under the table, chained to the table. I imagined alternative uses for the kitchen implements I picked up. My hand went down between my legs, rubbing myself gently. It came up slick with our mixed juices, and I licked it off, imagining how it would feel to lick them off Claires hard cock.

I heard Claire step into the shower. Focus, I told myself. You need to make breakfast, or who knows what he'll do to you? Maybe he'll end up using a spatula to spank me? I pushed my butt out and gave it a smack. Was I seriously contemplating disobeying just so that I could get a punishment?

Overcoming my horniness, I managed to dig out a couple of eggs and a few slices of bacon from the fridge. Finding my old cast-iron frying pan, I tried to lift it onto the stove with one arm. In Claires small and weak body, that was easier said than done. Using both hands, and all of my body, I managed, the exertion squeezing more cum out of me to run down my legs, to new tingles of humiliation. I fired up the stove, added a little bit of oil, and when it was hot enough, threw the pieces of bacon in. It sizzled, and threw drops of hot oil onto my naked chest. Ouch!

Just as I was finishing the breakfast, putting the eggs and bacon on top of a slice of buttered toast, Claire stepped into the kitchen, dressed in a pair of slacks and a shirt. He sat down at the table, and I served him mutely. Moving to sit down opposite him, where I'd laid out a plate with toast for myself, he grabbed me. "Kneel," he said. "You'll eat after we're finished talking." I obediently sank to my knees, looking at the floor, feeling my cheeks redden in embarrasment as arousal and trepidation once more bubbled to the forefront.

"We have to establish some rules for this week, Claire," he started. "First of all, obviously, we're going to have to act as each other. You're going to have to *be* Claire this week, as I am going to have to be Ryan. You were supposed to be at that conference in New Orleans, but for now I think it would be better if you stayed here. Who knows what you'd get yourself into down there. We'll think of something." I nodded. Going down there, in this body, would be a bad idea.

"Anyway, onto the fun part. Your rules. From now and until we change back, you will obey my every command. You're going to refer to me as "Sir", or by my last name in public. That is Hendricks, obviously, not Johnson." That last bit was superfluous, but hearing him point it out had a powerful erotic appeal. Being reminded of my loss of stature obviously was another turn-on for me now.

"When we are alone and in private, you are to be nude at all times, unless I specifically order otherwise. In the lab, I may allow you a lab coat." He took a forkful of eggs and bacon, and chewed, creating a pause in his monologue. "If you behave. As mentioned before, you are not allowed to orgasm without my permission." The list went on for a few more points, but by then, I had started to zone out. Every rule he had said had done nothing but fuel my arousal, tickling some deeply rooted turn-ons in Claires mind. Did he really mean this as punishment, or was he trying to teach me my... Claires arousal patterns? Hadn't he said that he wanted to show me how much she liked to be dominated, at least implying that I could use that when we were back in our own bodies? Yes, he had. He had also said that he'd leave me like this if I failed to follow his rules. Stuck as a horny little submissive plaything of his. The thought made my crotch burn.

Suddenly, I felt a hand roughly grabbing my hair, pulling my face up. "Pay attention, girl!" Mr. Hendricks said, his face inches from mine, his warm breath on my face, his cologne in my nose. "Did you get it all?"

"No, Sir," I answered, in a squealing, jagged voice, tinged with fear and arousal. "Please, Sir..."

"Well, too bad for you. I'll be sure to remind you when you fail to follow them, as I give you your punishment. I'll allow for one or two failures with only minor punishments, but I will escalate from there. And if you fail me too much..." his voice trailed off, but I understood the implication perfectly.

"Your first punishment will commence now. Zoning out and not listening to what I tell you is an obvious breach of the first rule, to obey my commands. How can you obey my commands when you don't know what they are?" He got up, a menacing look on his face, and I once again felt my heart pound heavily in my chest...