Jennifer’s body - and mind - Incognito42

"So, if I understand this correctly, the spell will swap our bodies temporarily? When we swap, we will gain a measure of insight into each others minds as well as imprint upon each other what we want in our partner, and by acting out this idea, we will reinforce it? And once we swap back, these new thought patterns stay with the body?" Jeremy looked at his girlfriend, Jennifer.

They had found the old book up in the attic of an old aunt of Jennifer's. It had claimed to be a spell book. Jeremy had laughed at first, but for some reason they had returned to it and tried a spell. To their surprise, it had worked. Now they had found a curious spell that claimed it would fulfil their wishes for a perfect relationship.

"That is my understanding of it, sir. Once you are in my body, your acts will create a sort of super-pavlovian reaction in my mind, I guess, moulding me the way you want me to be."

"Great. But you are sure you want this? Know that if it works, I will make you thoroughly submissive. You will long to serve me, both sexually and otherwise. Fear and humiliation will make you sopping wet. I want you virtually unable to disobey my commands. I will make you my perfect ****."

"Yes, sir. You know that I want to. I long to be able to let myself go and become yours, body and soul. I am already dripping wet with excitement at the thought. I am just not able to do so, but with this, I can finally be what you want me to be. And anyway, remember that this is a two-way street. If I did not want this, I could end up removing your lust for domination. I do not plan to do that, sir."

"What do you plan to do, then?"

"Maybe remove some of that uncertainty of yours, sir. If you are to be my full-time master, I can not have you going around and second-guessing yourself, checking with me that I am okay with your decisions. And you might find yourself a bit more cruel when you return to your body, sir. I would enjoy it if you were less considerate towards me once in a while."

"Okay, then. Let's go through with it."

They both started chanting, and after a short while Jeremy felt himself getting dizzy.

The world spun, and Jeremy found himself looking up at himself. It had worked. He was in Jennifer's body. It was a weird experience. Hair tickling his neck, breasts on his chest, a throbbing emptiness between his legs. Jennifer was not kidding when she had said she had been turned on. He could feel her mind as well. Submissive, yes, but not quite ready to throw her freedom away.

That would change now.

"Jeremy," he heard his own voice say. "It worked!"

"Yeah, it did. Wow, your body feels...good. Damn, you are a horny little minx, Jennifer."

"No. Right now you are that horny little minx. Jennifer!" Jennifer, in his body, put pressure on the name. "We should think of ourselves by the names that match our bodies. It would be confusing otherwise, and I think it would help the imprinting. So, try that again. Who are we?"

Jeremy thought of the suggestion. It made sense. He should try to think of himself as Jennifer. Or herself, she corrected herself.

"I am Jennifer," she replied. "Sir," she added, smiling. "You are Jeremy. My Master."

"Good girl. Now I think the little slut in front of me needs to suck some cock. Don't you agree?"

Jennifer could feel her mind reacting. The real Jennifer's mind, that was. The submissive girlfriend with fantasies of being a ****, but too afraid to take the final step. And she felt the imprinting on top of that, how it made Jennifer's body even more turned on by the humiliation that she felt at being called a slut and being told to suck cock. The feelings were distant, somehow separate from herself. As if she was peering into Jennifer's mind and getting them indirectly, but the bodily reactions were coming through loud and clear.

She felt a bit like a puppet master at the moment, controlling Jennifer's body and glimpsing emotional reactions. This was going to be a weird day, she thought, experiencing the world through the eyes of Jeremys ideal version of Jennifer, but it would be so worth it in the end.

Jennifer crawled up into Jeremys lap. "Yes, sir. This little slut needs your cock in her mouth. Please, sir, let me suck your cock."

Jennifer found herself fumbling with the buttons on Jeremy's pants. Jennifer's body was trembling with anticipation. As she finally got the cock out, and wrapped her lips around it, she heard her Master moan in pleasure. Jennifer could again sense the reactions of the real Jennifer's mind, and of the imprinting. Jennifer's thoughts were of doubt, while the imprint urged her to go on, to worship the magnificent cock in front of her. She followed the urges of the imprint, and was rewarded with a genuine sense of happiness and belonging. Jennifer belonged down here, pleasuring her master. Oh, this was going to be so great once she was back to being Jeremy.

***

It had been a long and trying day for Jennifer, though not without its pleasures and rewards. Jeremy had been strict, but not cruel.

She had acted the perfect ****, taking care of her masters every need, following his every order. She had cleaned the house while he watched TV. She had dusted and scrubbed, naked, and she had welcomed him when he fucked her from behind over the kitchen counter. And the sofa.

The humiliation of going to the store in a short skirt and no underwear, his come running down her leg, had sent shivers down her spine. She had made him dinner, tapping into Jennifer's mind to make her masters favourite dish. She had serviced him under the table while he ate, getting remains served in a dog bowl. That had also aroused Jennifer. In fact, every little degrading or subservient thing Jeremy made her do now fed into her arousal patterns, and she was becoming increasingly obedient.

In the start, she had to actively will her to act submissively, now she was unsure if she could make Jennifer act against this new nature she had created in her. The natural submissiveness of the original Jennifer's mind had meshed with the imprint so that she had difficulties figuring out what was what. More disconcerting, however, was the fact that she was having difficulties separating these feelings, originating in the body and mind she currently occupied, with her own identity and wants. No longer did she feel much like a puppet master directing Jennifer's actions.

Rather, she was like an actor engulfed in a role. The role of a submissive slut. The real Jennifer's mind didn't seem so distant now, but her original motivations for doing this did. The thought of being strong and dominant, of having a submissive little fuck pet, did not sound as tempting anymore. Being the little fuck pet, on the other hand, was a growing temptation. She would be happy when this was over, she thought, when she was back to being Jeremy and this conflict had been erased.

"So, little Jennifer. Are you ready for the final act? I have a special surprise for you. I think you'll love it."

Jennifer didn't like the sound of her Masters voice. What did he have in store? She remembered that Jennifer had said earlier, about adding a touch of cruelty, and a shudder went down her spine as the last ropes slid around her body, tying her up nice and helpless.

"Now, my little slut, before we continue, do you remember the details of the spell? How to swap back and begin our new lives for real?"

"Yes, sir. One of us simply needs to chant the reversal, a few simple words, in the last five minutes before midnight."

"How long do I have, then, before we must change back."

"Maybe fifteen minutes, sir." God, Jennifer thought, only fifteen minutes left. Fifteen minutes of torturous pleasure before she was back to being Jeremy, rid of all these irresistible submissive urges. She wanted more. She hadn't had an orgasm all day, and desperately hoped that Master would give her one before they changed back.

"And what happens if we do not swap back by midnight?"

"The swap becomes permanent, sir." She looked up at him, and he grinned back, at in his hand. For the first time this day, she felt fear. Genuine fear. "No, sir, you wouldn't! No, please! This wasn't the deal! Don't leave me like thirghabledag." Her words turned to garbled noises as he **** the gag in.

"Don't leave you like this? Like this perfect little fuck toy you wanted me to be? Oh, but I will. Deal or no deal. It doesn't matter. I've realised that I can't let myself be controlled by your wishes, by your expectations." He grabbed her by the hair and pushed her towards the couch. Jennifer tried to struggle, tried to resist. She tried to get the gag out, or loosen her bonds, but to no avail. Tears were forming in her eyes. Tears of fear. Of desperation. Of resignation. But as she felt Master slide into her from behind. She also realised that she was more turned on now than had been all day.

His hard pounding was inconsiderate, even painful, her pussy already swollen and sore from the several fuckings she had gotten throughout the day. "No, no, no, no! Please, no, stop it, let me go!" she tried to plead with him, but no words escaped the gag.

Instead, she was rewarded with a sharp pain as Jeremy yanked her hair and pushed her face into the pillows of sofa.

"Quit your struggling, girl. It won't change a thing." To her surprise, she found herself doing as she was told. Only her sobbing remained, muffled by the pillow covering face. She tried to ignore the horror of the situation, and focused on body instead.

The feeling of him sliding in and out of her. Still sobbing, found herself rocking back and forth with his strokes. Soon, sobs of defeat were supplied with moans of pleasure. She felt a pressure build up inside her. Growing ever stronger as Master continued to fuck

The grandfather clock they had gotten from Jennifers aunt struck midnight, and she realised that she was Jennifer now. She was the fuck pet, the ****, completely under Jeremys control. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she would be powerless to refuse him. This was not the fate she had envisioned for herself. But it was the fate, she realised, she deserved. She let go of the pretensions of being Jeremy, of being anything else than Masters ****, and she felt relief. She felt free. She felt happy. She felt... the coils unwinding, the dam bursting, and the most mind blowing orgasm she had ever felt surging through her body! She screamed out through her gag in ecstasy, as all conscious thought was made impossible!

When she came to her senses again, her Master had pulled out of her. She felt a wet, gaping emptiness between her legs, cum running down the inside of her legs. She felt her Master lift her up, place her kneeling on the floor, and remove her gag. She looked up at him, smiling.

"Thank you, Master. Thank you for taking me like that, for forcing me to become what I longed to become. Without you, I would not be what I now am. I would not be your perfect ****, nor you my perfect Master. Thank you, sir!" She started crying again, but this time the tears were tears of relief and joy.