But before Dave could bring pen to paper, Janet suddenly gasped, making him jump.
“Oh my god!” She squeaked quietly, she was obviously hyperventilating and Dave watched as her whole body blushed in embarrassment. She covered her breasts protectively and looked up and around the room, eyes wide, blinking at him wildly.
“Oh god no….” She gasped, mewling softly.
Dave smiled, he had written than she would be aware of her changes and it seemed that part had taken effect just as quickly as everything else.
He watched as Janet ran her hands over the collar around her neck, Dave looked at it too, it didn’t have a buckle but was just a pure seamless band of black leather that conformed snugly to her beautiful slender throat.
“D-d-did you…?” She asked Dave, her voice full of confusion. Seeing his smile she recoiled.
“Did you do this?! ...You basta-” She stopped as though the word couldn’t leave her mouth.
“Motherffff-”
Dave watched her try again and again to insult him but every time she tried the words wouldn’t come out. Eventually she moaned in frustration, quickly clapping her hands over her mouth when the moan almost immediately became a sexual moan instead.
The beautiful girl was now clearly struggling between whatever training had been impressed upon her by this new reality and her memories. Dave noted that she was still kneeling as she had been, knees wide apart, toes pointed behind her, breasts thrust forward proudly, despite her obvious discomfort and embarrassment.
Dave was getting aroused just thinking about how Janet was feeling at that moment, knowing she wasn’t supposed to be like this but finding her body uncontrollably conditioned, trained to be respectful and subservient. He found himself watching her face, the mixture of horror, confusion and humiliation was mixing with an obvious reluctant arousal, writing that she would be aroused by her own embarrassment, he decided, was a master stroke, she was getting embarrassed by her arousal and aroused by her embarrassment, in an endless cycle.
She had stopped trying to insult him and was instead looking down at herself, Dave couldn’t help but chuckle watching as she looked down and realised how she was kneeling. The instant she realised she pulled her breasts back and snapped her knees closed. Running her fingers over her nude body, around the tattoo above her pussy that stated “Slave” in large cursive letters, rubbing her thigh she whimpered at the barcode that now adorned her skin. Her upper arms were both tattooed with thin tribal bands, like permanent bracelets. Intricately designed, if someone was to look at them closely they featured nude and bound women in a variety of erotic poses.
Looking up from herself Janet looked over to Dave with wide begging eyes. The moment her attention waned from her body it returned to its previous position, almost automatically her knees slowly spread wide apart again and her breasts subconsciously pushed forward. Dave smiled, she would have to concentrate hard to fight her training.
“P-p-please… D-d-d-dave… t-t-this isn’t funny… D-d-d-did you do this?” She panted quietly, “w-w-whats happened to me?”
Dave adjusted himself and blinked in realisation. Janet knew things had changed but she didn’t know it had been him that had changed her…