Lacking any real sex life, Rebecca and Hunter seek out relationship counseling advice. After nothing seems to be working, Rebecca tracks down a cutting-edge therapist that suggests a temporary medical procedure in which their minds are placed in each other's bodies. Hunter successfully wakes up in Rebecca's body, but things go haywire when the man sleeping next to him is a complete stranger. More
“Re…becca?” I asked the man laying on my bed. “Good,” he said simply, “I have the right girl. Now we can continue with your fantasy.”
“Wait, you think I’m—”
Before I had a chance to explain myself, the man grabbed the waistband of my panties and stripped them down to my feet in one fluid motion. Like the rest of him, his hands were massive, strong, hard. As they ran down my legs, shivers moved throughout my body. His forcefulness — his direction — was turning me on. As I stood there, bottomless, waiting for his next move, I could feel my tummy growing warm.
“You can call me Rick, Rebecca,” he said professionally as he bent me over his lap. “Just remember the safe word the doc told you, and you’ll do just fine.”
His hand landed loudly against my bare butt cheek. As I could feel the red hand print being left on my ass, I came to the realization that I was trapped and was never given any safe word. But did it matter? Do I feel wetness between my legs? My legs kicked with every slap, pleasure increasing every second as my ass throbbed in pain.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, and this is only the beginning of your punishment. Do I make myself clear?” he asked, now less professional and more authoritative. “Yes,” I said.
*Smack* His hand connected with my ass cheek with extra force.
“You call me master!”
“Yes…master,” I said obediently.
“That’s a good little bitch. You get a reward,” he said with a smile.