Master was thinking of what to do with me next, I dared not speak a word, my mind was flooded with thoughts, emotions and sensations that threatened to overwhelm me.
I felt so helpless now, so powerless and… different… my mind was filled with memories of my old life… of my apartment, my clothes, walking to work, my job, my school, my family, everything … I was normal. I… I WAS normal…
Da- Master… I couldn’t even think of his name… Master had written that I would remember everything… my whole loss of status… I remembered getting my degree, I remembered being important, working in this office, in front of all my colleagues… I … I found myself blinking back a tear… I used to be normal… something… the pen had changed me… made me like this.
A fleeting memory of being in masters body danced through my mind but dispersed and was gone without a second thought. The pen…
It had made me naked at work… it had reduced me to a sex slave. I was a sex slave. A surge of arousal pushed through me unbearably at the thought. I shouldn’t be like this, but I’m trapped. All of my accomplishments, wiped out. I was just a naked toy for my Master now, and I was humiliated by the thought, and aroused by my humiliation.
Oh god, why couldn’t I control myself, everything that embarrassed me was pushing my arousal up.
Being naked at work, in an office of clothed people… I couldn’t even keep my legs closed… every time I stopped thinking about it my legs would open up nice and wide, I was still pushing my breasts forward automatically. My body… in this reality… it felt… it felt conditioned to do these things… and that humiliated and aroused me even more.
I had memories that weren’t mine; some knowledge of this new reality that I knew was true but didn’t know why. I knew I was 26, but somehow I now knew that I was only 18. I knew that I wasn’t the only slave girl in the city… but we weren’t common either… there was only a handful of us… naked women on the street would still draw as much attention as the reality I remembered.
A-and these new changes… Master had forced me to humiliate myself, tell him how to change my body to completely humiliate me. Everything looked bigger to me now, my breasts felt heavy and uncomfortable, my arms and legs weak and tired. I realised with panic that my feet were pointed and I couldn’t bend them at all, they were stuck like I was wearing extremely high heels. I was hairless from the neck down… thinking about having to walk back out of this office… onto the street… into the world like this… oh god… I could feel my pussy shudder in response to the idea of being humiliated like that. And I realised that my pussy was soaked, dripping down my thighs and onto the wooden floor. The embarrassment of that sight just caused another spike in my arousal, another surge of juices to flood out of me causing even further humiliation and arousal.
And I needed to pee… I could feel it… the need to pee was growing and I was squirming on the floor in need.
I looked up at my Master desperately; even the idea of crossing the office to the bathrooms like this wasn’t enough to stop me asking. So I interrupted his chain of thought… I had to… “P-p-p-please Master, I need to… oh god… I need to pee…”