Proof of concept

For the third time that morning I looked at the e-mail threatening to cease funding and repossess the quantum neuralificator with annoyance. We were almost there. Over budget and over time but so damn close. This was groundbreaking work and it was taking as long as it took. Damn bean counters. They were sitting on potentially billions yet they could only see their deadlines and risk benefit graphs.

I fired off the politely couched response I'd been working on all morning, setting a time for my backers to come by the lab and see their proof of concept. Diplomatic was how it read. When all I'd really wanted to blast them. Myopic idiots hold the worlds purse strings.

"You're sure this will work?" Joanne my personal assistant asked nervously as she finished the prep work.

I considered her question as I looked her over. She was so cute when she worried, her brow dimpling. I was lucky to have such a smart and ... Well gorgeous assistant. Her dress was just a little teasing. Short skirt, low cut blouse that hinted provocatively at her lush breasts. Not for the first time did I consider asking her out. But keeping things on a professional level seemed wisest. "It's proof of concept. Yes. It will work." I was 90 percent sure, but we needed a demonstration to get the remainder of our funding and keep this project alive. Not for the last time did I thank my luck I had been blessed with such a loyal PA. She had agreed to testing the machine with me before the display for my backers and fully understood the risks. She deserved a generous percentage of the profits.

"Ok then. Everything is ready. Readings show perfect synchronicity. Let's do this sir," she agreed as she finished attaching the positronic links to her forehead.

"One small step for man..." With one last look down at my body I pressed the switch.

The world shrank to a single white dot in a loud roar of sensation and other perplexingly chaotic synesthesia.

I blinked dazedly as my head swam in a torrent of thoughts, images, memories and emotions. Joanne's. I felt mildly voyueristic as everything in her mind was laid bare to me for an instant. Her first kiss. Her crush on me. Going into the bathroom five minutes ago and taking off her panties with growing sexual excitement.

I... Joanne... We... I...

Then I was me again.

I staggered and found someone helping me stay balanced. "Thank..." I blinked as I looked up at myself. Me. That was me. So I was now Joanne!? I looked down at my body and blinked. Breasts sat on my chest. Long curvy legs. Narrow waist. No panties. I could feel the air against my new naked sex. I could feel my arousal.

"It worked!" My body said excitedly and then his arms were around me and his lips were on mine, his tongue in my mouth, and any thought of protest vanished as my body reacted. Sexually! I felt small, weak, aroused. I was Joanne. She did what I wanted. And he was the boss. And I did what he wanted. The kiss lingered as my body pressed against his, my new breasts squishing against his chest. His hand slid down my body and I suddenly realised how willing I was. God I was willing. My skin was so sensitive. His hands came to rest on my buttocks. I sighed contentedly. He knew what I was thinking.

"Well that was interesting. I've been wanting to do that for months but never had the nerve..." He said as he broke the kiss and started to unbutton my top. I swallowed and nodded. I knew how he felt. Intimately. I'd had a glimpse of Joanne's sexual appetites. They were mine now. I looked down as he opened my top and exposed my bra, my small supple breasts sitting snugly within. With ease he removed my top then unclipped my lace bra to expose my creamy breasts. They were pertly rounded with big pink nipples. Erect nipples that ached to be touched. He brushed one and I shuddered, an echoing sliver of pleasure blossoming between my legs. He'd planned this.

"Sir..." I tried to gather my thoughts but I couldn't. I wanted this. Had been wanting it for months. No Joanne had. His hand drifted to the waist of my skirt as he lent down and engulfed a nipple with his mouth. I moaned with pleasure and desire as I felt my skirt slide down the curves of my legs. I wore no panties. She'd deliberately dressed like this? Sexual anticipation surged through my small female body. No. This was how I often dressed.

His fingers slid between my legs and I spread them eagerly. His mouth suckled my nipple as his fingers caressed my lips and teased my clit. I heard him unbuckling his pants. He lifted my petite body and his cock sat against my lips. He pushed into me and I cried out in pleasure. "Yes! Sir!" He fucked my pussy and I loved every deep throbbing thrust.

"I think it works..." He observed. "Proof of concept... Successful."

I nodded. "Yes... Sir." I agreed pliantly as his cock filled me. My naked body was easily lifted onto the table. I lay back, legs wrapped about him as he thrust into me, his hands holding my wrists. Controlling me. It was such a turn on. I could feel the small globes of my breasts sway and rock with each movement. He paused in his thrusting and held still. I blinked. Why had he stopped?! I looked up at him and saw him smiling confidently, waiting. Watching. I rocked my hips hoping he would keep thrusting. I bit my lip as I realised he was doing this on purpose. He as teasing me. He knew how badly I wanted it. I could feel him in me. He pulled back and slid out, a mischievous smile on his lips. I groaned with pleasure. It felt delicious for a moment and then I was empty.

I blinked and looked up at him, feeling powerless. "Please sir. Don't stop. I want you in me. I need you. Fuck me..." I pleaded. My pussy ached to be filled. It was toryure this wanting. "Please..."

"Huh. So that's what it's like. Call me master my little Jojo." He instructed.

"Yes... Master." The honorific made my pussy hotter. I was so powerless. So weak. So eager to please. So fucking horny. All these things compounded into a potent aphrodisiac. He toyed with my pussy lips, excruciating pleasure burning between my legs as I stood on the precipice of satisfaction. My clit twinged and my juices dribbled down my ass crack. He teased me for what seemed an eternity then he thrust into me and I dissolved into a mindless wanton little slut. I came. Loudly. Need fully. Pitiful girlish cries of joyous animalistic pleasure. I was his. And I loved being his.

I felt him gasp and then cum in me. "Yes master!" I praised.

"Good girl," he said and I smiled. I'd wanted this for months... Well Jojo had and I was Jojo now.

He pulled out of me and I lay there gasping. "Get dressed. They'll be here soon."

"Yes master," I agreed. "Um... Are we... Swapping back?" I asked uncertainly. That had been the plan. But it was not my place to decide.

He grinned. "Not just yet. We need to see what the effects of the swap are. For scientific purposes." He tweaked my nipple.

I found myself growing wet again and smiling despite a nagging worry. "Yes master."

I started to get dressed. "And Jojo. Not panties... Ever again."

"Yes master." There was a sense of finality to that order. I considered that. I loved being submissive. It was part of my nature now. Before I had always been a take charge guy, a master of my own destiny. I was not a follower, could not abide doing what others told me. Thinking on it I would not willingly become a pliant a subservient person. I wouldn't want to swap back if I were him... I smiled as I realised that this might well be a permanent arrangement. "Oh yes sir..." The idea intimidated me. Which excited me.

I climbed off the table and felt his cum drip from my sex. "Clean that up Jojo." He instructed as he casually took a paper towel and cleaned himself off. He hefted his new manhood experimentally. "I think I like this. Sex is not as intense but it isn't addictive. And I can control myself. You can't imagine how frustrating it's been... The number of times I wanted you to take me on that table like we just did," he smirked. "An extra foot of height and some muscle. This body was wasted on you."

I nodded in agreement as I took some towels and cleaned up. I had to admit he did wear my former body well. He was masculine. In control. And I was so much smaller. About five foot and even in heels I was tiny. Probably only fifty kilos. I picked up my bra and put it on as though I'd been wearing them all my life. The blouse as well. Then the skirt, conscious I wore no panties.

"Well I'm hungry. Let's go get a bite..." He said and I followed him out down the street to a dumpling place. Walking the streets I felt oddly excited. I was a woman and every step reinforced that fact. My little breasts jiggled slightly in my bra, my nipples hard but fortunately hidden by the cups. I almost regretted that my master had not forbid me wearing a bra. My little breasts would be much more interesting with my nipples outlined in my blouse. My wide hips swayed sexily as I walked - sashayed in high heels. I half expected someone to stop me and call me out. But no one did. Everyone saw a cute sexy red head with her man. The thought made me giddy.

Once we were seated I excused my self and went to the amenities and removed my bra. I walked back in and grinned to myself as my master appreciated my nipples. "Well aren't we a little slutty," he observed as I sat. "I rarely had the nerve to do that. Odd," he ordered for us - which was fine. He knew what we both liked after all. As we sat and waited I realised how quickly things had progressed.

It should have concerned me but didn't. I sat there and imagined what we would do back at the lab. He could tie me up. That made me wet. "You know I think we should stay like this. I'm really enjoying this and you seem to be too," his foot caressed my inner calf under the table and moved up between my legs. "Don't you agree?"

I nodded eagerly. "Yes master..." I wanted sex. I'd say anything to get it.

"Good." His foot inched up my inner thigh and can to rest against my naked sex. He slowly rolled his ankle and applied pressure. "I'll need your over ride pass code."

"77Ankh," I said without the least thought. He would have complete control of the system now. He had my body. He had my business. I didn't care.

"When we get back I'll change the pass code. You'll be locked out of the system. What do you think of that?" He asked as his foot ground against my sex.

I knew what it would mean. I'd be completely emasculated. He would decide if I ever got my body back. He would have complete control of the system. I would be his assistant. His thrall. He knew exactly how to excite me. I couldn't get angry at him. I relished it. "Did you plan this?" I asked, a hint of my former self peaking through.

"No. I'm making this up as I go. But I don't want to go back. I would if you asked me..." He stopped moving his foot and removed it. "Did you want that?" He smirked. "Jojo?"

I swallowed and shook my head. "No master. Please keep going."

"I thought so. It's hard to restrain yourself. You're a **** to your need. But I understand. Better than anyone I know what makes you tick." Our meal arrived. I didn't eat until after I came.

Then we returned to the lab and he changed the codes. From then on it was all perfect. The proof of concept was undertaken between two of the investors. Master swapped them and I helped. They were rightfully amazed. We swapped them back. From then on he could write his ticket.