Wait...

As you wait you stare at your breasts. Your breasts are full and heavy - you're very conscious of their weight, how they pull on you, and move as you move. They're pale, with dark, thick nipples - perfect, really - the kind of tits a guy could bury his face in, or fuck with his cock.

Phillipe enters the room. He sees you bound on the bed, smiles, and approaches. He sits down on the bed beside you.

“Now,” he says, looking down at you, “You're not Sophie, are you?”

Stunned, you hear yourself reply faintly, “No, Sir”.

“That's what I thought. I've trained Sophie to always kiss my feet first when in my presence. You didn't, and it isn't like Sophie to be disobedient. Would you like to tell me what's going on?”

Surprised to actually have someone listen to your predicament in this place, you decide to tell him what's happened to you. It takes a while, but in the end, it seems he's gotten the idea.

He's silent for a moment as he gazes down at you. Finally he says, “I have to confess I don't know much about Sophie myself - I certainly didn't know she had a boyfriend - and I didn't know she was an IVR programmer either. To me she's just an exceptional sex partner in IVR.”

“She's pretty damned good in RL too,” you add, and immediately realize how silly that must sound coming from a pretty, shackled slavegirl.

He chuckles. “You know, even the guys who login with **** girl profiles tend to stay in character. You must be telling the truth. No **** at Roissy would think to speak to me in normal conversational tones.”

“So...you're stuck, it seems. Well, if I remember right, there is a way out of this particular domain, that involves the back garden. It's a hack that someone put there a few years back. Nobody uses it because everybody here wants to be here. All I know about it is that you need wings to take advantage of it.”

You make note of this. Where in this place might you find wings?

He smiles down at you. “You know, you really do make a lovely O, dear. When you're finally out of this mess and have patched things up with Sophie - or not - do come back. As far as I'm concerned, men logged in with female profiles are just as enjoyable to me as women. They tend to be pretty quick studies at cocksucking, anyway. In any case I think you've got a talent for the role.”

He bends down and plants a kiss on your lips. You respond, despite yourself, and are somewhat disappointed when he stands out of your reach.

“Good night, O,” he says, and leaves.

The lights go out, and a good hour passes before you realize the only thing left for you to do is sleep.

The next morning you awaken, surprised to find yourself a woman, in a strange bed, until it all comes back to you. You're still locked inside an IVR.