The next morning

You awaken from a night of torrid dreams stiff, tired, and still horny. It takes you a moment of disorientation to remember that you are in Jo’s female body still and on the libido pill. The crate is the same small narrow dark box it was when you fell asleep. Your slim wrists are still locked behind your back in the pink fluffy cuffs, the collar remains collar snug around your narrow throat and the padlock outside the wire door keeps you confined. Your body aches from the awkward curl you’ve held all night: shoulders cramped, hips sore, thighs sticky with dried slick and the faint musk of your own endless arousal. The permanent need never left, it just simmered low through the fitful dreams, leaving your cunt swollen and sensitive, clit throbbing every time you shift even a millimeter.

Outside the bars, sounds start a soft build, mattress creaking, low moans, the wet rhythmic slap of skin on skin. Mark’s deep growl. Kate’s breathy gasps. They’re fucking right there on the big bed, maybe five feet away, and you can’t do anything. Can’t touch yourself. Can’t even roll over to press your thighs together for relief. You’re **** to listen to every thrust, every sigh, every “fuck, yes!” while your body betrays you with fresh pulses of wetness that trickle down your inner thighs onto the fleece you slept on. Shame burns hot in your chest. You were a man. You used to be the one making Kate make those sounds. Now you’re their caged pet, leaking in the dark, listening to your owners take their pleasure without you.Ten minutes drag like hours. The bed finally quiets. Footsteps. The padlock clicks. The door swings open.

Kate crouches, face level with yours, hair mussed, lips swollen, eyes bright with post-orgasm glow. “Morning little pet. I still can’t believe you agreed to a swap with Jo and took the libido pill… even without the pill You’d find Jo’s needs undeniable. On the pill you’re a perfect submissive slut,” she purrs. “Did you enjoy the show? Were you jealous of me? I bet you were. Yeah you were. I can smell your arousal from here. My little pussy…”

She reaches in, unlocks the cuffs with a small key. Your arms fall forward—numb, tingling—and you crawl out on shaky hands and knees, naked, collared, skin goose-pimpled in the cool morning air.

Mark stands behind her, still shirtless, sweat-slicked chest rising slow. He undoes your leash.

“Hurry up, Jackie, Jo is coming here with your clothes,” Kate says, delivering a sharp spank to your ass that makes you yelp and hop forward. “We have to get ready for skiing. Be a good girl and make us all breakfast. Me, Mark, you and Jo. Bacon and eggs on toast for everyone. Chop chop.”

Wary of another spanking you obediently scramble to the kitchen, bare feet slapping tile, heavy breasts bouncing with every hurried step. You fry bacon, crack eggs, toast bread, all naked and still dripping from the night’s frustration and the sounds you just endured. The spatula shakes in your hand as your nipples tighten harder.

The front door opens and Jo steps in your old body, broad and bearded, already dressed for the slopes in black Gore-Tex and boots, a duffel slung over one shoulder. He drops your gear on the floor with a loud thud.

“You left your gear in a heap,” he says, voice flat. “It’s soaked and won’t dry in time.” He’s referring to the North Face jacket and Helly Hanson Pants Jo wore yesterday. She was so tired she just stripped the clothes and dumped them by the entrance.

You spin, spatula in hand, eggs hissing behind you. “Don’t you mean you forgot to hang them up?”

Jo shrugs. “Whatever. That thing I got from Etsy is all that’s left dry for you to wear to your lesson…”