{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"ffb128a9-73d1-4d54-b124-56407a67f7fe","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-08-15T17:21:56.188Z","title":"Switching Places","slug":"switching-places","shortId":"d5cezEsq","authorNote":"I release all my stories for free; however, if you enjoy what you read and would like to support me, please consider subscribing to my website, where I release my chapters up to two months before publicly releasing them. \nhttps://www.bhfun.com","disclaimer":"Although the story itself is written entirely by me, the book cover art is AI generated.","type":"Novella","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"In a dystopian future where female slavery is legal, women struggle to make a living. Hugh Connolly is living the high life as Director of R&D at SlaveTech. Surely nothing could go wrong for him.","partCount":3,"parts":[{"partId":"8128295f-d244-4bb3-b005-a41d36d4e947","title":null,"summary":"Chapter One“No\nway! You can’t do this, Sir!” I chuckled as I heard her plea. Even when trying\nto arg","wordCount":5152,"readTime":26,"number":1,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"0e56f6fd-db5c-467c-a7ab-636347940995","title":null,"summary":"Chapter\nTwo My eyes\nfluttered open, and my mind wandered in disorientation. It took a moment fo","wordCount":3352,"readTime":17,"number":2,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"2058d68e-96f4-4aa2-a618-f617048655de","title":null,"summary":"Chapter Three My feet\nwere killing me by the time I reached the 28th top floor of the building.","wordCount":3929,"readTime":20,"number":3,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

$\"\"$

Chapter One

“No\nway! You can’t do this, Sir!” I chuckled as I heard her plea. Even when trying\nto argue her point, Sarah knows she must show reverence to a man, especially\nher boss. In a different time or an alternate reality, Sarah would likely have\nbeen my boss or even have a seat on the board of directors. However, such ideas\nare comical to think about these days.

Twenty years ago, after months of civil unrest, female\nslavery was introduced into law, and the equal society many had been fighting\nfor had halted in an instant. After the Female Slavery Act 2024 was signed into\nlaw, it became possible for women to fall into slavery after failing to pay off\ntheir debts, long-term unemployment, or committing petty crimes. Once a woman\nwas enslaved, it was for life (or until her owner gave her her freedom back),\nand she became the property of whoever held the rights to her. She could be\nbought and sold like livestock, and a budding slave trade started to flourish\nsoon after.

Over the next decade, women’s rights were eroded\npiece by piece. They lost the right to vote, to own land, and to hold\nmanagement roles. Sarah and I both graduated college at the same time; while I\nfinished my studies in the middle of the pack, Sarah was top of the class. We\nwere the final graduating class before the Education Integrity Act 2034 came\ninto effect, forbidding women from further studies after high school.

Sarah’s father used to be the CEO of one of the\nlargest auction houses in the country, and his connections, combined with her\nintelligence, had landed Sarah a research role at SlaveTech Inc. SlaveTech\nstarted by bringing BDSM equipment to the mainstream when female slavery was\nlegalized, but they had sprawled out into numerous ventures over the years and\nis known as one of the two biggest slavery corporations in the US.

After a couple of dead-end jobs following college, I also\nmanaged to land an internship at SlaveTech in R&D. Taking a chance on Sarah\nwas one of the greatest decisions SlaveTech ever made. Her genius led to the\ncreation of technologies I never thought possible. Unfortunately for Sarah,\ncurrent laws forbade her from taking on any leadership role, which benefited\nme. Although everyone knew it was Sarah’s brain that\nrevolutionized the company, it was a man who needed to take the credit, and I\nhappily stepped in.

Ten years after graduating college, I was now the\nDirector of R&D and one step away from a prestigious position on the board.\nEven after all this time, Sarah struggled to hide her envy, but I often\nreminded her that I didn’t write the law and that we just had to\ndeal with it.

I admired her body as she stood furiously on the other\nside of my desk. She had gorgeous platinum blond hair throughout college, but\nshe had darkened it the last few years to blend in and appear more plain. There\nwas no hiding the sexy, naturally plump lips on her face, however; a genetic\ngift from her supermodel mother. She obviously kept herself fit, and her\nnatural D-cup breasts were challenging to disguise, especially with modern-day\nfemale fashion trends.

“There’s nothing I can\ndo, Sarah.” I grinned. “This has come from the top.” I watched her reaction\nbefore focusing on the large cardboard box she had dumped on my desk.

SlaveTech’s end-of-year financials were released a\nmonth ago. For the first time in years, we were overtaken in revenue by our\nlargest rivals, ControlCorp, mainly due to the release of their newest flagship\nproduct, the Smart Gag. The launch of our own far superior product, the Control\nCollar, was marred by patent issues and poor marketing, so the revolutionary\nproduct we had spent over a year developing sold sluggishly.

SlaveTech immediately replaced its CEO with new blood. A\nruthless businessman named Harold Masters took the helm and wasted no time\nmaking drastic changes. One of his first announcements was introducing a new\nfemale uniform policy. He believed that we didn’t do enough to\nshowcase our products and declared in a memo that female employees may only\nwear clothing produced by the company. He delegated the implementation of the\nnew policy to the management of each department, with the only requirement\nbeing that each female employee wear the company’s new Control Collar.

“This is outrageous!”\nshe exclaimed, “How am I expected to work effectively wearing any of this? It’s\na sick joke; I won’t wear all this!” I had always allowed Sarah to speak her\nmind to some extent, but she was starting to test my patience.

“Look, you have no\nchoice unless you want to spend a week in the basement.” I knew the threat\nwould strike a chord with my subordinate. Misbehaving female employees were\noften sent to the basement for punishment. Most men had no idea what happened\ndown there, but the women were terrified of being sent there, and usually the\nthreat of it was enough to keep them in line. “Besides, don’t take it\npersonally. All women in the R&D department are required to wear the same\nthing.”

I couldn’t help but grin when I saw Sarah’s eyes\nnarrow at my latest statement. It was well known that she was the only female\nresearch team member. The department didn’t often hire women after it became\nillegal for them to receive higher education. A high school diploma didn’t make\nthe grade for developing such groundbreaking products.

“Sir, please. This\ncompany needs me. You need me.” Sarah pleaded. She did have a point. I would\nhave never risen to lead my own department if I hadn’t taken the credit for\nSarah’s fantastic work. Still, finding a new job was increasingly difficult for\nwomen. Companies didn’t want to risk hiring a female in a competent position\nwhen the government was forever implementing new laws.

I slowly rose to my feet, placing my hands on the desk.\nAt 6’4, I was an imposing figure to most, and I knew how to\nuse my size to emphasize my point. “Enough. You will slip on every item inside\nthat box before you leave my office.” I spoke with a sterner, more serious\ntone. “Or do I have to bring in an enforcer to take you downstairs?”

I saw her shudder. I had backed Sarah into a corner, and\nshe knew she had no choice but to obey her boss. I watched her slide her hand\ninto the box and pull out a simple, slim black collar with an LED screen at the\nfront. “Property of SlaveTech?” Sarah uttered in dismay. “I am\nnot a slave. I am no one’s property!”

The company’s internal Control\nCollars were modified in several ways compared to those on sale to the public.\nThe most apparent modification was the words’ Property of SlaveTech’ emblazoned\non the LED screen in the center of the collar. “Relax. It is just labeling the\ncollar property of the company rather than being owned by the public.”

Her expression indicated she wasn’t\nentirely convinced of my argument, but she tentatively wrapped the black collar\naround her bare neck nonetheless. I saw her pouty lips part in a sullen gasp\nwhen the clasp clicked in place, locking itself around her neck.

Immediately after Sarah’s Control Collar\nclicked into place, I felt a sudden vibration from the smart device on my\nwrist. ‘New Device Detected. Connect?’ a popup on my watch appeared. I tapped\nto confirm and grinned as I witnessed my collared employee’s eyes shoot wide\nopen. Sarah brought her hand up to the back of her neck, a tiny needle\npenetrating her skin and injecting microscopic little computers inside her.

I couldn’t stop myself from smiling widely when\nSarah brought both hands to her face. While it was undetectable to the naked\neye, a thin, transparent, borderline invisible rubber material wrapped around\nher face and under her hair. Other than an extremely mild gloss on her face,\nshe looked exactly like her usual self, except that she would feel the material\nfor as long as the Control Collar was in place. The real noticeable alteration\nwas to her hair. The transparent material slithered through each individual strand\nof her dark hair and started squeezing out the dye. As the material made its\nway through her hair, the dyed brunette color was replaced by her natural\nplatinum blond shade. I had forgotten how sexy her blond hair made her look,\nand this was a happy side effect, although Sarah didn’t seem to agree.

A mixture of confusion and humiliation was painted on\nSarah’s face. Living in the modern world, Sarah would have\ndefinitely had to deal with embarrassing situations from time to time, but it\nwas clear she thought of work as her safe space, and this sudden uniform policy\nwas ripping that away from her. “Come on. Slip on the rest of your uniform. I’d\nbe happy to help if you like.” I chuckled when the blond rolled her eyes. “You’ll\nprobably have to undress first, though,” I added.

Sarah’s eyes glanced over at my office door as\nif she was contemplating finding somewhere to undress in public, but she knew I\nwouldn’t allow that at this stage, so she removed her white lab coat and\nstarted unbuttoning her white blouse. I tried to disguise my jaw hitting the\nfloor when I peeked at the creamy cleavage packed inside the white bra under\nher opened blouse.

As with every man my age, I had seen my fair share of\nbreasts. I was single and never had the best of luck dating. Even with their\ndiminished rights, free women still had their choice of men, and I was never\nsuccessful in that regard. I had considered purchasing a slave a couple of\ntimes but never followed through. I had rented a slave a time or two and had\nacquired a type: blond and busty. I now found myself standing opposite a blond\nand busty woman, undoing her bra in front of me. With today’s\ntechnology, many would argue that D-cup breasts are far from busty, but they\nlooked just fine to me.

“Can you look away?”\nshe protested. She slowly slipped off her black knee-length pencil skirt when\nit became clear I wouldn’t comply with her request. She then kicked off plain\nblack flat shoes. I had always resented her unwillingness to wear heels, even\nat my request. She had argued that high heels were not suitable footwear for a\nlab, but that was about to change.

I observed her as she removed her nude stockings. She\npaused with her fingers interlocking the hem of her panties, obviously hesitant\nwith me ogling her. I heard her sigh in resignation before slowly dropping the\nwhite briefs; my eyebrows raised when I saw a thin landing strip of blond hair\njust above her pussy. It was rare to see any hair on a woman’s\npubic area these days, and I figured this was Sarah’s small act of resistance.

Sarah stood before me completely naked, and that fact\nseemed to dawn on her as she swiftly placed her hand back inside the box and\npulled out a large, shiny, bright red material. I chuckled as I witnessed her\neyes transform from confusion into horror when she discovered what she was\nholding. She should recognize it; she designed the devious clothing, after all.\n“No way…” she murmured, her voice sounding less\ncommanding than usual.

“That is part of your\nuniform. Put it on,” I ordered. Shaking her bright blond-haired head, she\nstarted wrapping the material around her waist. Curves rested just underneath\nher breasts, and the red material covered her entire abdomen. When she wrapped\nit around her waist and across her back, laces loosely hanging from the outfit’s\nside suddenly came to life and attached themselves to the other side. Dreaded\nanticipation was etched all over Sarah’s face when she let go of the outfit,\nbut the thin red rope continued to lace up the side. Sarah gasped breathlessly\nwhen the laces pulled firmly for the first time, tightening the outfit further.\nSarah was now wearing a SlaveTech-designed red PVC training corset. The garment\nwas specially designed to shrink the midriff by tightening every time the\nwearer’s waist gets smaller. A slave’s owner can set a target waist size\nthrough his control watch, or else it will continue to get tighter and tighter\nuntil the corset believes the waist won’t safely shrink any further.

“Aghh…” Sarah\nexclaimed when the laces tightened up one last time, crushing her waist as much\nas it could. That sound made me smile. I had known Sarah for over 15 years and\nhad never seen her like this before. I glanced with glee at her heaving\nbreasts; one of the side effects of the corset was the cups resting under her\nbreasts, pushing her chest up, forcing her tits to jut out in front of her\nproudly.

“Continue…” I didn’t\ngive her time to rest; there was work to be done after all. Sarah closed her\neyes and reached inside the box, clearly dreading what she would find. She\npulled out a pair of simple black hold-up fishnet stockings.

“You are such a perv.”\nI had to smile at her comment as she bent over and slipped on the stockings.\nShe carefully pulled them up to her mid-thigh, and they immediately made her\nlegs appear one hundred times sexier. I gave her a wolf whistle and indicated\nfor her to continue.

She pulled out a tiny glittering piece of fabric and\ngroaned. “Come on, this has gone far enough!” She finds her voice,\nstaring at the bright red g-string in disgust. I smile calmly before pointing\nback at the box. “That is part of your uniform, Sarah, but there’s something\nelse inside you’ll need to slip on first.” I encouraged, causing her to look\nback inside the box reluctantly. Her eyes widened when the small butt plug\nappeared in her hand.

“It was such a genius\nidea to make the one-size-fits-all SlaveTech plug self-lubricating. It must be\nan honor for you to finally test out some of your own creations, right?” I\nmocked her. She stood frozen as if I would somehow change my mind. After she\nsaw no way out, she reluctantly bent over my desk, giving me a great view of\nthe top of her tits. By the time the plug had reached the opening of her\nasshole, it was smothered in lubricant, allowing Sarah to easily slip the plug\ninside her rear. Although I couldn’t see it yet from my perspective, a large\nred jewel now displayed between her butt cheeks, telling everybody what was now\ndeep inside of her. I chuckled knowingly as I watched her wince and clench her\nfists; the plug was designed to expand inside the wearer’s ass until it filled\nthe ass completely.

Sarah slid the tiny PVC g-string up her legs, keen to\ncover her pussy despite the humiliating string garment I had chosen for her.\nThe string nestled between her asscheeks, and the jewel of her plug could\nclearly be seen behind it. On the front of the g-string displayed the letters ’R&D’,\nso everyone knew where she belonged if she got lost. I laughed to myself at the\nthought.

“Almost there…” I\nencouraged jeeringly. Sarah couldn’t hide the fury on her face, although her\nbright blond hair made any expression she made more delightful to look at. She\nreached into the box and pulled out the final pieces, shaking her head wildly. “No,\nthis is too much, Hugh…” She had used my first name, which took me aback. It\nwas understandable, though. She had designed those boots in her hand and knew\nexactly what they were capable of. “I’ll wear the rest of the uniform, just not\nthese.”

I paused for a moment. Part of me actually considered her\nplea, but the fact that she had used my first name, forgetting her place,\nirritated me. “It’s either the boots or the dungeon,” I said firmly,\nmaking it clear how serious I was. With no choice, she placed the patent red\nknee-length boots on the floor and slid her feet inside. The heel of the\ndevious footwear was 8” tall, and her toes were forced to point downwards.\nSarah had to stabilize herself against the desk when she zipped the boots up\nthe side, up to her knees. The boots would tighten around her feet and legs as\nshe zipped them up. Once she removed her hands, the zips transformed into a\npadlock, and I felt another vibration on my control watch. ‘New Device Detected’,\nI smirked when I read the message.

The terror hadn’t left Sarah’s face\nwhen she tried to stand up without the support of the desk. I was sure she\ncould feel the boots start their work already. She was wearing special\nSlaveTech Heel Training Ballet Boots. Not only did the special technology\ninside the footwear train the wearer to eventually walk comfortably in extreme\nheels, but it also shortened the wearer’s tendons. If you wore the boots long\nenough, you would ultimately be able to walk in nothing but extreme heels. It\nwas a perfect design as far as I was concerned.

I clapped my hands together in joy as I took in the\ngorgeously slutty image before me. The most intelligent woman in this building\nwas dressed in the most extreme outfit, all her design. Even as I selected each\npiece of her new uniform, I would have never guessed how perfect it would look.\n“Wait, this can’t be it. There must be more.” Sarah spoke\nanxiously, peering inside the empty box on the table.

“You’re right…” I\nreplied, but the jovial tone of my words unnerved her further. “…There is one\nmore piece to your uniform.” I looked at my control watch and started tapping\non the newly installed Control Collar app.

“No! Don’t you\nd-aghhh!” Sarah groaned desperately; the transparent latex on her face started\nto tingle and slide inside her mouth. The latex began to form a solid black\nrubber phallic dildo, invading her mouth. She tried to bite the rubber cock in\nresistance, but it continued to grow until it reached the back of her mouth. “Mmphhhh!”\nI heard a faint cry coming from her mouth. I grinned widely, but not because of\nthe dildo invading her mouth. Where her unpainted lips usually sat, a pair of\nglossy, bright red fake lips now presented themselves, pouting heavily as if\nshe was inviting a kiss. To anyone walking past Sarah, it would look like she\nwas posing in a slutty kissing face, totally oblivious that her real lips were\ntrapped underneath and her mouth was filled with a rubber dildo.

I stepped around the desk, causing Sarah to stumble back,\nalmost tripping up in her extreme heels. “I always did love\nyour lips.” I mocked, turning her shoulder toward the mirror next to my office\ndoor, allowing her to take in her kinky appearance. The startled expression in\nher eyes contrasted with the inviting appearance of her lips. The new CEO made\nit clear that he would look favorably on the most creative directors, and I\ndoubt anyone would be able to top this.

“One more thing before\nyou get back to work,” I said casually, tapping another button on my watch. I\nnoticed Sarah’s back arch up in alarm and her hand reaching for the desk to\nstop herself from tumbling over. The large plug inside her ass had briefly\nvibrated inside of her. “If you ever feel your plug vibrate like that, I want\nyou to stop what you are doing and report to my office. Understand?” She\nnarrowed her eyes, but I knew she understood. I smacked her on her bare\nasscheek, eliciting a muted wail from Sarah’s gagged mouth. “Right, back to\nwork,” I commanded, opening my office door for her. It was clear she was\nhesitant to leave my office, but she eventually tottered towards my door,\ntaking tiny mincing steps to keep her balance. I closed the door after she\nexited and returned to my chair, giving myself a moment to soak up the moment.\nThis was going to be fun.

❖

Over the\nnext couple of hours, I worked alone in my office. Being the director of\nresearch and development wasn’t\nall fun and games; we had a budget to stick to, and I was responsible for\ncoordinating with the other departments. The team was working on a new form of\nintelligent rope, which would tighten when someone attempted to loosen their\nbonds. We already had a variant on the market, but sales had slumped since\nControlCorp released their own updated version.

Eventually, I got restless sitting at my desk and was\ncurious to see how Sarah was handling her new uniform, so I rose from my chair,\nreadjusted my tie in the mirror, and headed out onto the floor.

As I left my office, I noticed the half-empty bullpen,\nbut it didn’t take long to figure out where everyone was hanging\nout. I saw the backs of a half dozen men crowded together. I approached and\ngrinned when I witnessed the sight in front of them of two bare ass cheeks\nsticking out; Sarah was bent over, looking through a microscope, her free hand\non the table to keep herself stabilized. I was especially pleased with the\nlarge red jewel displayed between her butt cheeks, shimmering proudly in the\noffice light while she worked away.

I stopped next to a young man named Tommy. He was a fresh\nrecruit in the department, only a year removed from college. He noticed me\nstanding beside him and grinned. “Sir, I approve of\nyour new uniform choice. It’s very, very nice,” he remarked, drawing out his\npraise and making sure it was loud enough for Sarah to hear.

I raised an eyebrow and turned my head toward him. “You\nlike it? I can get you a matching set to wear if you don’t get back to work!” I\nsnapped back at him. The department was under tremendous pressure to push out\nnew innovative products. I couldn’t achieve that if half my team stood around\nall day ogling their colleagues.

Tommy quickly understood, giving me a curt nod before\nreturning to his station. The rest of the crowd soon dispersed after that. I\napproached Sarah and placed a hand on the table beside her, resting up against\nit. “How is my star researcher doing?” I asked.

Sarah peeled her eyes away from the microscope and stared\nat me. I gasped in lust at the vision presented in front of me. Her bountiful\nD-cup breasts were exposed and proudly jutted out high on her chest. Her\nalready slim waist was tightly constrained in the red PVC smart corset; it may\nhave been wishful thinking on my part, but I could have sworn her waist already\nlooked smaller.

“Mmmp,” The faint\nnoise from the pouting lips on her face brought my attention away from her\nbody. Those frozen bright red kissing lips looked entirely inviting, a stark\ndifference from the fiery look in her green eyes. Sarah had always made it\nclear that she had no love for me. She knew I was riding on the back of her\nintelligence and believed she should be the one in my position, as if a woman\ncould handle the pressure. However, I had never seen her eyes stare at me like\nthis, as if she was attempting to mentally drill a hole through my skull.

I took a moment to admire the marvel of technology\nwrapped around the blond researcher’s neck. Despite\nleading the team that designed the Control Collar, I hadn’t seen much of its\ncapabilities up close since its release. It used tiny microscopic computers to\nform an invisible hood over the wearer’s face, laying dormant until\ninstructions were given by its paired control device. The collar had the\nability to blindfold its wearer, block their hearing, and gag them with all\nmanner of devious gags. It also had intelligent settings, such as only blinding\nthe wearer after a set time or removing the gag when a man asked them a\nquestion, giving them time to answer before replacing it back in their mouth.\nIt was a tremendous piece of technology that deserved more than its sluggish\nsales.

“I have a meeting with\nMr Masters this evening, and he wants an update on our latest projects,” I\ninformed her. “I expect progress on the rope, and I need you to complete the\nsecurity update for the Control Watch before the meeting.” I didn’t give her\ntime to acknowledge my demands, not that she could have responded anyway. I\nplaced a hand on her bare ass when I brushed past her, noting her muted squeal\nin protest. I turned to face her again, “I’ll call you to my office at the end\nof the day for your final report.” I smirked, stepping back and heading towards\nmy office.

❖

The rest\nof the work day was uneventful. I took a stroll during lunch to check in on the\nother departments. It was a delight to compare the individual uniforms each\ndirector had chosen for their department. Some of the uniforms made the female\nemployees look like glorified strippers, while others were deviously kinky. Not\na single woman in the building had escaped the effects of Harold Master’s latest memo.

My watch buzzed at five o’clock to let me know\nthe workday was ending. A few more presses on the device brought up the plug\napp, which I used to summon Sarah to my office. I had almost lost my patience\nwhen I heard a soft knock on my door. “Come in,” I commanded, absently licking\nmy lips at the sight tottering through my door. Struggling on the extreme\nballet heels, Sarah took tiny mincing steps towards my desk. Her heaving tits\nbarely budged with each stride, and her ass wiggled unintentionally to keep her\nbalance. Her kissing face gave the impression my subordinate was attempting to\nseduce me; at least, that’s what I liked to believe.

She placed a hand on the chair opposite me, but a shake\nof my head was enough to instruct her that I expected her to stand. I tapped\naway on my control device and watched the pouty, bright-red lips dissolve,\nshrinking along with the giant dildo pushed down her throat, revealing her\nplush, natural, unpainted lips again. She gasped and cleared her throat. I\ngrinned up at her, “So, what’s the progress on the rope?” I\ndidn’t waste any time demanding an update.

Sarah took a moment to compose herself. She had likely\nspent all day trying to think of a way out of her situation, but someone with\nher intelligence knew there was no way out. She couldn’t\nresign without running the risk of becoming long-term unemployed and falling\ninto actual slavery. “It is coming along well, Sir. According to my\ncalculations, we should be ready to start testing by the end of the month.”

It was good news, but I wasn’t\nprepared to let her relax. I knew she could get the product ready if I pushed\nher. “That’s not good enough. I’ll give you two weeks.” I responded firmly. She\nparted her lips to retort, but I didn’t allow her to speak. “And the security\nupdate? Please tell me you have that ready, at least?”

My question confusingly elicited a tiny smile from Sarah’s\nlips, perhaps the first time I had seen her smile today. “Yes, Sir, you should\nreceive an update any moment,” she said, her face returning to a neutral\nexpression. As if on cue, I felt the vibrations of my control watch, and a\nmessage displayed on the screen: ‘Update 4.7 beta available. Proceed?’ I\nchuckled; the blond bitch was going to land me a position on the board soon\nenough. I pressed proceed, and a progress bar appeared on the screen. As\nprogress slowly crawled upward, I took the time to appraise my uniform choice.\nI loved how her breasts were proudly on display for everyone to see, and her\never-shrinking waist only served to accentuate her figure. Her face could use\nsome work. Even though I intend to keep her gagged around the building, it\nwouldn’t hurt for her to add a little makeup.

I glanced back at my watch and smiled as the progress bar\nhad jumped to 98%. While this was only a crucial security update, one of the\nbenefits of working at R&D for SlaveTech was having access to new updates\nbefore they were released to market. I watched the progress edge up to 99%\nbefore finally completing, and the watch vibrated again.

When the vibrations ceased, I felt a sudden dizziness\nwash over me. I stared up at the scantily clad Sarah in bewilderment. My\neyesight started getting blurrier, “What…” My tongue felt\nheavy, and my voice sounded weak. What was happening?

My vision eventually cleared up, but my perspective was\nall wrong. I was no longer staring up at my blond subordinate but instead\nlooking down at a man sitting in my chair, a man who looked identical to me. I\nfelt a sudden, painful sensation in my midsection, as if a boa constrictor was\nsqueezing the life out of me. I experienced agony in my calves, with my feet\npropped up on my tiptoes, unable to flatten them at all. Instantaneously, I\nknew what was wrong. “Oh my god, it worked!” I followed the\nsound of my own voice back to the man sitting in my office. How was this\npossible? If I was somehow inside Sarah’s body, was she in mine?

I opened my mouth to demand an explanation when we were\ninterrupted by a knock at the door. The knock startled whoever possessed my\nbody, and they tapped away at my control device on their wrist. Without\nwarning, I felt a tingle across my lower face and a thick substance invading my\nmouth, forcing my lips to part. The substance got thicker and wider, prompting\nmy mouth to open even further. When my mouth was pried open as far as it could\nstretch, the rubber substance solidified, and a strap wrapped around my head,\nkeeping it in place.

“Now, that’s what I\nlike to see when I enter a room.” My head turned toward the source of the\nbooming voice in the doorway. The wide-set man staring at my newly exposed ass\nwas SlaveTech’s new CEO, Harold Masters. “Aghh mrphhh!” I tried to speak, but\nthe massive ball wedged between my teeth rendered me unintelligible.

Mr Masters grinned and approached me confidently, using\nhis large hand to grope my exposed tit. What the fuck was going on? “You\nmust be the lovely Sarah Jackson. A decade with the company without being swept\nup by marriage or slavery. That’s impressive.” I mumbled another garbled plea,\nbut it was useless. I needed to warn Harold what had just happened urgently. “You\nknow, I knew your father before I joined SlaveTech. He was a royal pain in my\nass throughout my career. I was glad when he finally retired.”

Harold finally took his hand from the heaving mass of\nflesh attached to my chest, and I watched my well-dressed body rise from my\nchair and walk around the desk, outstretching his hand to greet the CEO. “Mr\nMasters, it’s great to see you again.” I heard my own baritone speak as the two\nmen shook hands. I lifted my hand to the gag stuffed in my mouth and attempted\nto pull tightly against the straps, but they wouldn’t budge.

“Mrphhh!” I tried to\nexclaim once more. I wasn’t accustomed to being so helpless, and the alien\nfeeling felt humiliating. In desperation, I spied the control watch around my\nformer self’s wrist and lunged forward to grab it. My hand managed to hold his\nwrist, but I wasn’t used to the extreme footwear on my feet, and I stumbled,\nfalling flat on my face in front of both men.

“Mr Connolly, you need\nto control your staff.” I heard Harold Masters demand with displeasure. Looking\nup, I witnessed my old body tapping away on the control panel, and my entire\nface started to tingle with tiny pinpricks. Before I could react, a rubber\nsubstance slid over my head and face, solidifying into a tight black hood. It\neven flowed over my mouth and eyes, blinding me and reinforcing the gag between\nmy lips.

“My apologies, Mr\nMasters.” I could still hear the conversation above me as I lay in darkness. “She\nis still getting used to her new uniform, but we are getting there.” My old\nvoice responded apologetically.

“Well, she is not\nlearning fast enough.” The CEO was clearly unimpressed by what he just saw. I\njust needed to get this gag out of my mouth and explain to him what the bitch\nhad done. “Send her to the dungeon. Tell them that I sent her. That should\nspeed up her training.” The dungeon? Training? Ohh, hell no!

\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

“Mmphhh!” I tried to\ncry out, lifting myself up from the floor, but as I managed to drag myself back\nto my knees, I felt a pinprick on the back of my neck where the Control Collar\nsat. Starting to feel dizzy all of a sudden, I felt the breath of someone’s\nmouth near my latex-covered ear. “Sorry it has come to this, Sir. I will\nexplain everything when you return.” My old body faintly whispered into my ear\nas my consciousness left me.

","authorName":"BHFun","authorUserId":"7325941f-87f9-4902-bb6c-98cd0e4fbece","rating":0,"ratingCount":0,"reviewCount":0,"quoteCount":0,"storyCodes":["Heavy","Sci Fi","Work","Bondage","Domination","Exhibitionism","Humiliation","Latex","Leather","Mind Control","Modification","Rape","Rubber","Submission","Non-Consensual"],"language":"English","readTime":62,"recommendations":[]}}},"actionData":null,"errors":null}