The switcheroo

“Where did you put our phones?” You ask Dredd, toying with her labia like it was a devious game of cat and mouse. “You didn’t throw them out I hope.” Your eyebrow rises as your finger pounces on her clit.

She gasped, shaking her head emphatically. “No, no, I kept them, just in case… ah… mistress. They’re in the safe in my office!” She said, her gasping voice tight and her demeanour fully subservient, almost cringing.

“Oh little Amanda Shag. You don’t have an office anymore. Don’t forget that. They’re in Dredd’s office - and you aren’t Dredd any more. That part of your existence is over for good. Come now slut,” you condescendingly say. Then you turn to your friend, feeling slightly euphoric and excited by the sudden turn of events. “Carly, I’ll be back… keep having fun doing whatever it is you’re doing to little Mona there…” you grin.

“Yes mistress,” Carly salutes you jokingly with dripping wet fingers. She licks her fingers and then thrusts them back into a moaning Luke.

Still thumbing Dredd’s clit, you take off your leash and collar with your free hand and put it on Dredd. “Do you like that, Amanda?” You ask, tugging experimentally on the leash, **** her a little. She seems smaller than you when she is leashed. Demeaned and diminished. It’s delightfully delicious to dominate a dizzy with desire Dredd.

Dredd blushes and nods, her little body still trembling with the aftershocks of her recent orgasm. Her first of many female orgasms you hope. You smile with vulpine glee, enjoying the sense of power you have over her. The change in Dredd is a hundred and eighty degrees. You give her sensitive clit one last vindictive flick before withdrawing your hand, watching as her body sags slightly with the sudden absence of your touch. She’s so beautiful, so helpless in her new form. You gingerly pull the butt plug tail out of your own ass and, with considerably less tenderness, stick it in Dredd.

Her eyes go wide with shock as the hard rubbery object penetrates her, pushing into her tight bimbo ass. You can see the discomfort on her face, the way she tries to adjust to the sensation. She looks at it with disbelief. But it’s not just surprise and discomfort, there’s a spark of arousal there too. The idea of being filled, of being used in every way possible, is a part of her now. You watch as she takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. This is fun!

“Remember, you’re Amanda Shag now…” you tell her. “Now, let’s go get those phones, shall we?” You say, leading her by the leash. She follows obediently, her mind swirling with confusion and arousal. She tries to walk with dignity, but the butt plug make it difficult, her steps mincing and awkward. You can’t help but chuckle at the sight of her, the once-dominant club owner now a submissive bimbo slut at your mercy.

You walk through the patrons in the VIP section to Dredd’s office, twin bimbos of only mild interest. Dredd is particularly self conscious of her nudity and that she is so small. Everyone towers above you both. You’re not entirely comfortable with it but it isn’t unexpected. Dredd though is being confronted by her diminutive stature - shorter than everyone! She quickly types in a door code and you both enter her well appointed office without anyone raising the alarm. You notice there are some handcuffs and other bondage paraphernalia hanging on a rack on the wall. Dredd’s gym bag also sits in the corner. An open cigar case beckons.

One wall has nothing but screens on it. One shows the empty booth where you and Carly screwed Sam and Harry. Another shows Carly dominating Luke. You watch for a moment then frown.

“Are you recording all of this?” You ask.

“Yes…” Dredd admits guiltily, like she’s just been caught with her fingers in the cookie jar.

“I want copies of everything that happened tonight. Then I want to delete all of tonight’s footage…” you say.

“Yes mistress.” Dredd agrees and sits down in her overlarge seat. She winces as the butt plug is pushed around inside her and quickly stands, pushing away the leather office chair with considerable effort. She opens a drawer and takes out a USB then slowly, one finger keystroke at a time and with much difficulty, tries to do what you told her too do. You watch and can understand why it’s hard. The screens are illegible to you - they would be to her as well. “I think we need to use voice command. Hey Jacy, copy all video files from today and yesterday to the USB.”

“Copying all video files.” The computer says.

You nod.

“Files copied.”

You take out the USB.

“Hey Jacy, delete all video files from today and yesterday. Overwrite the files.”

“Deleting and overwriting.”

You nod.

“Where are the phones?” You ask as you grab the handcuffs and cuff her hands behind her back.

“In the safe. The code is… um, it’s 6969,” Dredd stammers, her voice strained with the discomfort of the butt plug. Her cheeks are flushed, and you can see the beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She’s trying to be strong, to resist the urges that are now a part of her, but it’s clear she’s failing. You smile, knowing that the plug is just the beginning of her problems.

You open the safe and find stacks of cash, a hard drive and Carly and your phones. “What’s on the hard drive?”

Dredd’s eyes dart to the floor, her voice low, “It’s... it’s all the club’s records. Financials- actual books and cooked ones, off shore bank details… client information, security footage... **** stuff, everything.”

“I’ll be taking that. And how much money is here!?” You ask, gobsmacked.

Dredd winces as she shifts her weight, the butt plug in her ass a constant reminder of her new role. “About 200k. It’s... it’s all the club’s earnings from the past week. Plus some... personal funds.”

You take the phones, the money and the hard drive, slipping them along with the USB into Dredd’s bag. “Well then. We are going to need to part ways. How can Carly and I get out of here without being seen?”

Dredd nods to the back of the office, where there’s a door leading to a back exit. “It leads to the alley. You can use it to leave without being noticed. But please, don’t leave me like this, I’ll do anything!”

“No can do… sorry.” You eye the bondage gear. It will be best to gag and tie up Luke and Dredd. There are vibrators… you grin. You put them in the bag along with other restraints and gags and return to the private booth, walking through the crowd again.

You pull out a ball gag and **** it into Dredd’s mouth. "Now lie down." Dredd obeys without question, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. You can tell she’s already losing herself to her bimbo instincts. Once she lies down on her stomach you cuff her ankles, threading the chain through her wrist cuffs. Then you turn on the vibrator and slowly insert it into her, satisfied she can’t remove the vibrator herself.

She looks up at you with pleading eyes, but you know she’s also turned on by the situation. You give her a wink and a pat on the ass before turning to Luke.

With the same deftness, you secure a gag around Luke’s head, her eyes widening with excitement and fear. You can see the beginnings of a drool on her chin. You grab the leather arm binder, make her hold her arms behind her back and sliding it snugly up her arms, tightening the straps securely. You enjoy the way she squirms and arches her back, presenting herself to you. Next you slip the matching leather leg binder over her feet and ankles and up her calves. You tighten en the straps securely, the leather perfectly outline her curvaceous contours. You bend her legs back and attach the leg and arm binders with the dangling straps. She’s hogtied perfectlyannnot going anywhere. She’s so eager, so **** to be used, just like the good little bimbo slut she is.

Once Luke is secured, you pick up another vibrator from the bag, this one larger and more powerful than the one you gave Dredd. You approach her, the buzz of the toy echoing in the quiet booth. She watches you with anticipation, her eyes never leaving your face as you press it against her cunt. She’s wet, so wet, and it slides in easily, the sound of her moan muffled by the gag. You set it to the lowest vibration, just enough to keep her on edge without letting her cum.

You call Harry on your phone.

“Bill!” Harry answers, surprised that you are calling. “Is everything ok?” He asked worriedly.

“Yeah. Great. Change of plan. Carly and I are blowing this strip joint. It’s a long story but Dredd and Luke… Carly dealt with them. They aren’t a problem anymore. Can you and Sam come to the alley behind Pussy Galore and pick us both up. We’ll make it worth your while. I promise!”

“Um, yeah sure…” Harry says.

You take one last look at Luke and Dredd. “Remember you’re Amanda, Dredd and you’re Mona, Luke. You don’t know where Dredd and Luke are. Right?”

They both nod obediently, the vibrators doing their job, keeping them in a constant state of arousal and obedience. You can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness at what you’ve done to them, but it’s quickly overridden by the thrill of power and the knowledge that they deserve it.

You look out the booth curtain. The VIP area is busy. As you step out of the booth, you hear the faint buzz of the vibrators, a reminder of the two bimbo sluts you’ve left behind. You make your way back to Dredd’s office. You wait there till Harry messages you that he is there then head out the hidden exit to the alley and into the car. You've escaped and everyone will think that Dredd and Luke are you and Carly!

The car ride is filled with anticipation, the adrenaline from your escape and the power you’ve acquired. Harry’s eyes are on the road, but you can feel them burning into the side of your head, eager for an explanation.