Don’t Stop

“Don’t you dare stop! I’m so close.”

The tie around Adam’s neck got a little tighter as the woman under him gave it a jerk.

“Harder bitch! Faster!”

He didn’t know what had gone wrong. Adam had always struggled with women. After months of failing to even get a date, he’d bought a spell online that would supposedly transform anyone he chose into a submissive girlfriend. 

He’d felt bad for his room mate Alex...at least for a short while. Watching him crying and pleading as he grew boobs was heavy. Watching him frantically remove his jeans and underwear only to watch his cock disappear was even harder. Adam shrugged it off; desperate times call for desperate measures.

To begin with, it seemed to work. All the begging and pleading seemed to stop once Alex became Alexis. Within about 5 minutes she’d vacantly blinked and forgotten who she was. She even seemed excited when Adam nervously showed her the lingerie he wanted her to wear. She’d taken each item and slipped them on, looking at him with doe-eyed innocence. 

With each day though she seemed to change. It started off with the sex getting more rough. Who minds a few scratches though? On day five, she had flipped him over so that she was on top and ridden him until she came. A week later, she’d refused to go down on her knees and instead pulled him down and pushed his head to her pussy. Adam started to wonder. Soon she stopped following his orders. Eventually she was barking them back.

That was a month ago. In that time, Alexis had bought Adam a chastity cage. She only ever called him bitch or slave. He was only allowed to cum when she told him to - which was almost never.

So here Adam was, forced to please a mistress he never intended to make. He couldn’t decide if it was worth it, but what did that matter? Alexis was in charge now.