The swap orgy begins…

You pull against the ropes that restrain your arms behind your back. They are securely tied about your wrists. Oddly this isn’t as scary as you had expected. It’s rather… arousing. On an intellectual level you know that when people swap they are comfortable and integrated fully into their new skin. But a part of you had expected to be your male persona railing against the soft female flesh you’d been swapped into. The fact was you were this girl. Her kinks and desires. Her clear arousal in this submissively restrained role. This was you now. Again you should be afraid. But you were turned on. Your new sex tingled warmly. You were wet.

Where were the gang! They were meant to be here before this. Robbing the guests and stealing the swap gem before the swap had happened. This wasn’t the plan.

“Well hello there…” your former body says, distracting you. Your swap buddy. Shit. You’re on your knees with your face level with your former cock. “Shall we get this party started?” He asks as he rubs his cock. It grows. Shit. You’d never realised how big your cock was. You were smaller and you didn’t see it this close up. “Now I’ll let you in on my little secret. In my original body I’m sexually submissive as all fuck. That means you are now. Oh yeah. This is going to be great… mainly because very few people know how much your body needs to be dominated. But I do…” he grips your chin and guides your mouth to his cock. You tentatively lick it. He’s right. You’re getting extremely turned on by your feminine vulnerability. Being on your knees. Tied up. Made to suck your former cock. You whimper as your arousal ratchets up. Your sex dribbles juices down your slim thighs…