Zak and Ancilla

Zak became slowly aware of things, thoughts confused and uncertain as she tried to understand how she had ended up naked, on her knees in this body. A female body. A small body. With all the female bits. Breasts, pussy and curves. Hence the feminine pronoun. Her memory was fuzzy and she was worried. She was a she? And kneeling like ... like a ****?!

Try as she might she couldn't recall. Body swaps had a residual short term memory impact she knew. Nothing to worry about... except ... Certainly she wouldn't have done this to herself voluntarily. She didn't think she had any great desire to be like this. At least not before. Now though well there was no denying her clear arousal. Her nipples had crinkled erect. Her sex tingled moistly. Being naked on her knees... well it made her weak at the knees, giddy with excitement. Had someone kidnapped her and put her here? Some master? The thought was oddly erotic. God this body was affecting her too much.

So how had she gotten here?

She waited on her knees trying to figure it out.

Firstly it was clear to that this wasn't her body nanomodified. As in she was much smaller, it had marks and blemishes that showed a lifetime of use by another person. Her moist tingly sex was clean shaven and she sensed it lead to a fully functional womb. She could have babies. That was an odd thing. Her breasts were real, not implants, not fake additions but showing hints of the effects of gravity and bra lines. There were tan lines. No she had been swapped into this body.

Mentally she felt herself but... well new hormones were affecting her thoughts. Shaping them. Her arousal felt natural. She sensed that whoever this body had belonged too had possessed a strong submissive streak. She liked to be on her knees and at the whim of a dominant partner. That impulse remained.

The sense of no control, the loss of power, of being stuck like this... perhaps forever... was strong and enticing. Something she now wanted. She swallowed. Surely she had not been a willing participant in this? She felt like one now. That could be a bad thing as she might not want to return to her body after the weekend. That could be arranged. She had a hint of a memory...

She frowned. She'd talked about doing this with... Ancilla. Well he'd wanted Ancilla to go with him for a weekend away to a master **** retreat. They would swap. Her into the slavegirl body with all the inclinations it implied, he into the dominant master body. But she had been ****. Had said she would only do it if he went into the slavegirl first. Had he agreed? She had... for a weekend.

"Ah there is my little Ancilla," a firm voice said. She grew wetter at his rich commanding tone. "It's strange. Waking up with a cock and balls and a strong masculine physique.

Ancilla... she was Ancilla? She looked up at her master. "Yes sir," she agreed.

He nodded as he looked down at her. He nudged her forwards onto her hands and knees then knelt behind her, gripped her hips and pushed into her hot depths. She gasped and moaned as he filled her and then started to fuck her doggy style. It felt incredible being taken. Being his. A cock sliding in and out of her. She came. Again and again.

"You know I think I prefer the dominant role. When we are done I'm returning to your body. We will get you that nano mod... the one you were going to give to me after. You're going to be my little fuckpet from now on."

He knew?! "Oh... yes sir."