Nonette

Her lord and master clapped his hands. "Nonette my little pet," he ordered with a condescending leer, "dance for me."

"Yes master," she agreed with down turned eyes. She could not believe how submissive she was in this tiny fluxgirl body. She grew moist just at his words. She hated it. And loved it. God she totally loved it,

Until recently they had been equals. Despite her memories she could scarcely believe it - but even he assured her it was true. It seemed impossible that she had been a man, let alone a peer of her lord. She was glad to be his ****... even though she knew she would not have been happy had she still been a man and not a fluxgirl. She started to dance, her lithe body moving with a fluidity and grace that came innately with this sexpot body.

They had been equals until the ridiculous bet. They'd been posted in flux and she had bet her master... Something. She couldn't remember. She had started to suspect that the bet had been rigged somehow but now it was too late.

They were back in anchor. That had not been part of the bet. This was only meant to be for a day. It was over a week now. But now… now she could not imagine being anything other than his fluxgirl... Well except perhaps his wife. And everyone knew who she was. her former friends had slept with her, laughed at her fate. taken it upon themselves to make sure she became a properly submissive fluxgirl. Even her former mistress had been amused. That had been fun - being at the beck and call of someone who had been so beneath her before. She grew moister.

She spun and leaped, her head arched back, breasts thrust out, every muscle taut and defined holding her rigged. She finished her dance at his feet, flushed and panting.

She waited demure and submissive. Waited with eyes downcast, hoping she had pleased him. Sweat beaded on her tight skin. Her nipples were erect, her loins lubricated... She was hot and ready, flushed with adrenalin and endorphins. She was ripe -ready. If he was pleased he would take her. She hoped.