Yes…

Kimiko did as she was told. Doing something else was out of the question, both due to her strong need to obey, and because she feared that not doing so would make her not prove herself in her Masters eyes, resulting in her being stuck. Deep inside, she wanted to get back to being the Master. But as she signed the contract, she understood the weight of it. She could be stuck like this. She could wake up tomorrow still in this body, as a ****, as property of her Master. A thing whose sole purpose was to fulfil all her Masters needs. The thought of being stuck like this excited her.

"What can I do for you now, Master?" she asked him. She knew the answer. Before he could answer, she kneeled down in front of him. He parted his legs and leant back in the chair, and she crawled in. She felt a pang of humiliation, a shot of degradation, at the thought of using her mouth to pleasure her Master, knowing that he would not care for or give her pleasure in return. The feelings were compounded by the fact that hours earlier, she had been the Master. But that degradation was part of what she craved. To serve. To please. To be an object for her Masters use. That she was rightfully the Master - or was she? Right now she didn't feel like it was her right to be on the commanding end - only amplified her arousal. She undid the trousers, and marvelled at the erect member popping up in front of her. She knew Master was well-endowed, but with her diminished stature it seemed enormous. Wrapping her hands around it, she began to pleasure it, knowing exactly what to do to please her Master. This was her ace, what would secure her way back. Having been Master for some 40 years, she knew exactly how to please him, exactly how to be the perfect little submissive sex toy. Didn't she?