I felt the room spin, a sudden wave of nausea. I felt confused, strange, like I was floating around in a deep, dark pool of water. Slowly, it felt like an eternity, I started to sense something. Pain in my wrist. Cool air on naked skin. Knees on hard wood. Hair tickling my naked back, a weight on my chest. And a damp, unfamiliar aching between my legs. All feelings still dull, unsharp, like I was half asleep, or dreaming.
Then, with a rush, everything came back in focus. I was kneeling on the hardwood floor, between Dave's legs, staring up at him with what must have been a shocked expression. One of his hands still held my wrist tightly, his nails digging into my skin. Thoughts raced through my mind. Was Janet me now? How long had the switch taken? Was I stuck like this?
...Would he fuck me?
I didn't get to contemplate what that last thought meant before I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. His other hand hit me, and I fell over, more the shock than the force of the slap. I felt Dave scramble above me, mumbling. "I," "...quick enough." And then I saw, forming down by Janets... by *my* pussy, a new tattoo. I knew immediatly what it meant. Master had finished the sentence I had begun, and I was now his property. Master? The thought sent a shiver down my spine.
"Sit back up, Janet," I heard him say. I obeyed, my body shaking, out of fear or out of arousal. Probably both. He looked down at me. "Are you going to be a good girl?" I just nodded, dumbfounded. "Use your mouth. Answer me."
"Yes," I whispered. "Yes, Sir."
He leaned forward, his fingers circling the new tattoo, a small mark at the top of my hairless pubic mound. "Do you know what this is? This is my mark. It means you belong to me, now."
"I know, Sir," I answered.
His hand slid down between my legs. Instinctually, I had sat myself back up in a proper position, knees apart, allowing him easy access. His fingers slipped into me with ease, and I moaned out. "Do you like that? Do you like it when I finger you?"
"Yes, Sir," I once again whispered.
His other hand gripped me by the chin, and he forced me to look him in the eyes. "Louder, slut."
"Yes, Sir," I said again. His words made me even more turned on. "Please, Sir, don't stop."
"Oh, but I know something you'll enjoy even more." Still gripping me by the chin, his fingers slid out of me and pressed against my clit. And I came. Spasmed. Moaned. Screamed. My vision blackened as an orgasm as strong as any I'd ever experienced racked my body.
I came back to reality feeling him dry my juices off against my stomach. "Now, Janet, as I have this magic pen... I can obviously make any change I want to you. How do you want to look? What changes should I make to you to cement your new role, to make you as embarrassed as possible, keeping your cunt running wet and ready just by catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror?" He looked at me. "Yes, I do expect you to answer that question."