Assert yourself

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as he walks past. "H-hey. You can't just—"

He stops and spins on a heel, turning to corner you in the entryway, vaguely threatening as he looms over you, pressing your back into the wall behind you. "I will do precisely as I please in my own home, slut, and you will shut up and do as you're told."

A brand new sensation grips you, unlike anything you've felt before. A heady mix of arousal, fear, and eager anticipation. You nod slowly, eyes wide. "Oh, o-okay."

The man grins. "I knew it." He lifts your chin with a finger. "Feeling that profoundly submissive streak I used to have, are you? Yes. You feel it deep in your bones. Clouding your thoughts."

You do feel it. Submission. That's what you're feeling. You nod sheepishly. What is happening?

He continues. "When the Great Shift put me in this body it was like I could think clearly for the first time. That's when I realized it wasn't me. It was my body. Your body, now."

He suddenly takes a step back with a laugh. "Follow me, Linnea." He strides down the hallway towards the toy room with you quietly following behind.

"See, when I was you, I was obsessed with being attractive. Being desired. I couldn't stop chasing that feeling. Sit here." He gestures to the edge of the bed while he moves to flip open the laptop and type in the code to unlock it.

Still reeling from the revelation that your new body is, basically hardwired to submit, you find yourself sitting where instructed. "Is that what you came for, then? The laptop? Take it."

The man shook his head laughing. "Oh, I'll take the laptop. There's a small fortune in videos of you on it. Videos that belong to me."

You frown. "Videos of me? From your cam show." That doesn't sit right with you for some reason. "Hold on, if it's my naked body, those should belong to me.""

He pulls up a video and presses play. Immediately, the screen fills with footage of you. You're bound and gagged, kneeling ass-up on the bed as a faceless man rails you from behind.

You stare at the screen, completely transfixed by the scene. Your face on screen is undeniably blissful as movie-you groans and shudders in orgasmic pleasure. Once again you're impressed by just how incredibly sexy you are in your vulnerability.

You don't even notice the man moving to pull things from the bondage closet.

"See, that stuff was fun, there's no doubt. But I am so much happier now. God, it's incredible being a man. Not trapped in that dysfunctional whore of a body."

He tosses a mess of leather straps into the bed beside you, as well as a huge gag. It's exactly the stuff from the video.

Your heart pounds in your chest. This isn't really happening. It can't be, right? Why are you so turned on?

"I always knew men wanted to fuck me, and I wanted to let them. But now? Now I want to see what all the fuss was about. So now I'm the man who wants to fuck you, and you're going to be the good little slut I know you want to be and get yourself all tied up and ready for me. Show me you really want it, and I'll do that to you." He gestures to the screen as the you on the video has another orgasm, her screams of pleasure muffled by the gag between her teeth.

"I promise you, Linnea: that body loves being tied up and used like a piece of meat. It's like your ****."

Piece of meat. The words echo in your head. You tear your eyes away from the video to stare at the very real leathers. You pick up the gag experimentally. You're not seriously considering... Are you?