Switch.

I smiled, filled a cock with a blend of liquid meds for enhancing sexual performance, and fed it to Seventeen, then I sat back naked, and rubbed my breasts, squeezing them to together, jiggling, and sucking.

"Do you want to know what we got as our celebration tonight?"

He nodded eagerly.

I sent the file to him, and everything switched! As part of the switch program he had full control, and permission to dominate and screw me.

All I was wearing was my stilettos, he manacled my ankles together, and hooked them to the winch, then pulled my arms around my legs, and cuffed them there.

He activated the winch, lifted my body to about waist level, and fed me his huge cock.

With Seventeen I had used a cock cage that stretched and grew his member, and after a few years of wearing it my prime **** had a 9 inch cock; like a sword swallower, I took it all.

He rocked himself in and out a little as he rubbed and played with my nipples, then he went around and slid his cock in-between my moist sex lips. He reached round and gripped my tits and started to screw, and he knew how to use his shaft, he moved his body and made sure my insides were well and truly screwed.

He got faster and gave me an orgasm, then he pulled out and licked my clit, I came on his tongue, and then he plunged his cock back in and I came on that again and he let himself come with me.

As I was recovering from the orgasms, a my a notification flashed up alerting me that Seventeen had orgasmed and switch mode would deactivate, and it did.

Now I had control over the manacles that held me, I pulled my hands free and put them on the floor, then I pulled my ankles free and brought them down like a gymnast recovering from a handstand.

I stood, grabbed him, and pushed him over to a bench, and secured him to it on his back.

I knelt on his chest, and reapplied his cage as he cleaned my pussy, plunging his tongue deep inside and removing the mix of our juices, his pace didn't change as the cage clicked shut and adjusted itself to fit his current size.

I let him go to bed after that, even tucked him in, he presented himself and I slid a long probe into the cage and locked it in, I crawled into bed next to him and stared at the ceiling, and researched our next target.

I looked at the feed, he had dressed her like a Domme, strapped her to a throne, and was now kissing her feet.

Seventeen had found some info on the captured woman: Cara, 25, worked at my company in U.I testing.

5'6, 50 GG, hair black, eyes blue.

A 50 GG was rather large, I checked out the social media link, her pictures showed her figure off, all her party dresses showed that there was no mistake, her body was slender all the way up, and those glorious breasts stood out like a real life version of a sexy cartoon character, it was almost comical.

She seemed to have a rather boring life, some amusing office pics, then like clockwork Friday came, and a dress pic (hashtags: party, lolz, getwasted .etc) all until a few days ago, when she woke up the next day in a leather pencil skirt and corset, with sexy high heels on, strapped to a throne, with a a man who seemed to be treating her rather well.

I found a couple of backdoors in his home computer setup, and managed to link to her implants, he had set up a jammer, but I used his on site connection and texted her, she responded, I calmed her down and we texted through the night, and made arrangements for the next day.