Yes, of course

"Yes, of course," he answers, and slides his chair back, far enough for you to crawl in under his desk. You crawl in, and he pulls himself back in, leaving you trapped in that cramped space, your face inches from his crotch.

You undo his pants with your hands, and his hard cock springs out. It's huge, and you wonder how it'll even fit inside your dainty mouth, but you lean in nonetheless. Just as your lips are about to touch it, a revulsion rises up from the back of your mind. What is it you're about to do? You love sucking your Masters cock. That voice again, drowning out the revulsion.

Your lips part to accept the glistening head, a salty drop of precum landing on your tongue. You lick it, letting your tongue swirl around it like a lollipop, and hear a soft moan from Master Fredericks.

"I'm really glad I chose to become the man of the house," he says. "I hadn't really planned for it, going in, but this is... great." You start to take him deeper into your mouth. There's little space under the desk, and you have to be careful not to bump your head as you bump up and down on his cock. "I'm really starting to like being a man. And all this power I now got. You know, I'm not only rich, I'm quite influential. Oh, and with you down there, I'm really enjoying having a cock."

"Que?" you try to say, surprised at this last statement. With your mouth full of cock, it comes out only as a muffled moan.

"What was that? You really enjoy me having a cock, to, Isabella?" He laughs, and thrusts his hips against you, pressing your head up against the desk and his cock deep down your throat. You gag, but he quickly backs down. For a moment, you draw back, trying to compose yourself after the sudden invasion. "No, don't stop," he commands you. His hand is suddenly under the table, behind your head, pressing you back forward. Pressing you down on his cock. You're helpless to struggle, his strength much greater than yours, as he pushes deeper and deeper. "Take a deep breath, now, or you'll regret it." You do as you're told, and moments later his cock hits the back of your throat. You're desperately trying to hold back your gag reflex. "Now swallow it all." You try to maneuver yourself, and suddenly, the thing slides down your throat, pressing your lips all the way down to the base of his cock. He smells musky, masculine, a smell that makes your cunt tingle. He holds you there, unable to breathe, and continues talking.

"Or do you mean the statement about me having a cock? Hahaha. You thought I used to be Robert, didn't you? What a stupid slut you are. No, that's Emily. My darling daughter." You're starting to struggle now, your lungs burning. "She made the suggestion to me just before we went under. Curious, I said yes. John doesn't know, by the way, and you're _not _going to tell him. Is that clear?" Despite the burning, panic starting to set in, you manage to nod your head.

Finally, he releases you, and you gasp for air. "Don't stop, or I'll do that again." With that threat, you're right back at bobbing up and down, despite not having fully recovered. "The family has seen quite the upheaval. The former parents are now the children - and opposite sexes from what they used to - and I'm a strong, virile, rich man. And you, Isabella, you chose to become a little sex toy. Not even a trophy wife - you could have made a great little housewife for me, as well, and no, there's no chance you'll ever manage to turn me into your husband - but a maid. An illegal immigrant maid, who really doesn't even have a choice. You're basically a ****, in all ways that mean something. Good, then, that you like it that way."

"You probably have your perverted reasons, and I want you to tell them to me. Tell me what you fantasized about, how aroused you were when you saw that you could become this little slut of a maid."

Master Fredericks pulls you off his cock. "Go on..."

"I... I didn't choose this, Sir. I was looking at the family, saw the maid, and I was just kind of... drawn to her. I was thinking of being like John, I was imagining the perfect little maid to service me, and the computer started telling me about her life. And then... then I realized I was the maid."

"Really?" He pushes you back down on his cock. "Oh, this is even better. Did you know we have the option to stay this way, after the trial? By majority vote? That means I can actually **** you to stay like this, if only I get my two children to agree."

"Please, Sir..." you try to beg, but too afraid of the consequences of pulling back, the words are once again only muffled moans. And his threat makes your crotch burn. You're not sure if you're asking him to please make that choice, or not to.

He starts moaning, and suddenly, he pulls back and unloads his cum all over your face. "Sit still. Don't touch it," he commands, and goes back to finishing his meal.

You sit there, trapped under the desk, feeling cum running down your chin, your body aflame with arousal and humiliation. A drop hangs on your lips, but you're afraid even to lick that off. After a while, he's done, and slides back to release you from your little prison. He looks down at you, smiling a wicked smile.

"You're not allowed to wipe that off, by the way. I want you to wear it all day, as a reminder of your position in this house. As a reminder of who and what you are, Isabella." You nod, disgusted and aroused. "Now get out. Go find some housework or something to do. I won't be needing your services again before dinner, but my children might have found something for you to do."