A New Life in a New Society

Hello! I want to state at the top that this story gets into themes of femdom, bdsm, transformation, and body image issues, so if any of that is something you know you won't enjoy, please tread carefully. This is my first publicly submitted story so I hope you like it, and I would appreciate any feedback in the comments.

"In my role as the acting Governess of the North American continent I want to assure all citizens and residents that the new Planetary Council has our best interests at heart. The changes coming to our society are necessary for both our way of life, and indeed for life on this planet. However this is not something that can be explained by a mere speech, you will need to see it to believe it. Peoples of North America, I present to you the last president of the united states."

David closed the browser as a young and lithe man, who didn't look to be halfway through his twenties, dressed only in a collar and tight boxer briefs was led onto the stage by a middle aged woman wearing a power suit and insignia of the Planetary Council. He stood up from his folding table and cheap office chair, closed his laptop and paced around his studio apartment. The room swum in his vision and he gulped full mouthfuls of saliva. He staggered to the bathroom, fighting to keep his lunch down, before spewing in the toilet.

"I'm fucked." He murmured to himself. Things had been uncertain when the Gynarchy had taken over earth in a series of short wars over the course of the prior year. They were enigmatic, their technology and tactics far outstripping earth's, their resources far greater. Even brutal guerrilla warfare tactics were swiftly stomped out, The Gynarchy going so far as to protect earth civilians from the terroristic strikes of holdout fighters. And now they had turned the president, a man pushing 80 into a skinny boy toy for their amusement. No man was going to be safe from them, they were all going be enslaved. God he was probably going to be shipped off world to be tormented by some uncaring alien mistress, cruelly used and punished until he gave out and broke. He retched again, but had nothing left in his stomach to vomit. As he was kneeling at his toilet, trying desperately to think of a way out of his new reality, he heard a knock at the door.

"Oh god are they coming for me already?!" He thought, freezing in place and holding his breath, hoping they wouldn't notice he was there. Another, more insistent knock. His head throbbed and his lungs burned.

"David? Are you home?" His neighbor Helena called from his front door. David exhaled, more from relief than the burning in his lungs and gulped a few times "Just a second!" He called out, as he washed his face and went to open the door.

Helena looked up at David as he opened the door. Despite the circumstances David smiled at her. She was an attractive middle aged lady, with a work from home office job and kind eyes. "You doing ok Dave?"

"Yeah I'm holding up ok."

"Ok." Helena said, clearly not believing his ineffectual lies, and smelling the faint hint of vomit on his breath. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah of course, Can I get you anything?" He said, eager to let himself get some distance between them.

"Why don't you get us both some tea, if you have any stashed away."

"I've got a box of earl Grey with a few baggies left, I'll get it out."

Helen watched him as he walked away. He wasn't bad looking, despite having slimmed down substantially from the lean times of the war. Everyone had, but David hadn't gained the hardened survivor look of most people. He still had his baby face, though he wore a look of constant anxiety. Helena breathed deeply and tried to steel her swiftly beating heart.

David returned with the tea. "I'd ask if you take anything with it, but there isn't really anything to put in it." He joked with a sad little smile.

"Its fine, I prefer it plain. So, did you see the news?"

"Yeah they finally found the president, there's not even a government in hiding for the United States anymore."

"What do you think about that David?" Helena asked, her face unreadable.

David paused for a long moment. "I'm so scared Helen. The Planetary Council is going to enslave every man, and I don't know where I'm going to end up, they might even ship me off world! Take me away from Earth, its the only home I've ever know, only home any human has ever known..." He trailed off and sunk into his chair, leaning over his tea as tears welled in his eyes.

Helen slowly got up and walked over to him and placed her hands on his shoulders. He was easily a foot taller and hundred pounds heavier than her, but he looked so small now. She turned his head towards her and gently placed his face into her breasts.

"Shh Shh Shh." She cooed trying to soothe him. "You're going to be alright David, its all going to be alright."

"How can you say that Helen, you can't do anything about it..." He choked out.

"Oh David, you didn't see the whole address did you?"

"N-no, I turned it off when the president came out."

"Former president. Well you missed a good show, silly boy. I think the former president is very pleased with how things are working out."

David didn't say anything, just sniffed into Helen's breasts and started to wipe his eyes.

"David look, this is important so just hear me out. You missed something important. If you are claimed by an earth woman and voluntarily become her slave, you won't have to leave the planet without her. You'd have to stay with your new owner, wherever she decided to go."

"But I don't have a wife or a girlfriend, and I can't just hitch myself to some random woman, she might just sell me off anyway."

Helen managed to stop herself from laughing. "I know you're really stressed out Dave but I didn't expect you to be this dense. I want to own you."

David's heart seemed to stop in his chest. "Oh. I, uhm, what would- or how would, um."

"I want you to be my sex slave David. The Gynarchy doesn't need slave labor for manual jobs. So you could just be mine, and I could keep you from going off-world. I want to stay anyway, this planet needs people to help rebuild it."

David stayed quiet but didn't pull away from her. "I didn't know you thought about me like that Helen."

"Yeah for awhile. I guess it took a major change for me to gain some confidence."

"But you're beautiful Helen, why would you want a fatass like me for a slave. You could do a lot better."

"Who says its only going to be you..." she thought a smirk forming on her face before refocusing. "If you take me up on my offer I hope I can train you to be little less harsh on yourself. Even when you were heavier you weren't bad to look at. Honestly I want you David, I hope you'll let me have you."

David thought for a moment. Helen had always been polite to him but he'd never noticed her feeling attracted to him. Then again, he was pretty dense when it came to these things, having gone through his 29 years of life without significant female attention. "If I agree can you promise me something?"

"Don't Ship you off world?"

"Well, that and don't make me like, an animal or a piece of furniture or something. It really scares me."

"Oh David, I can promise I won't make you an animal or an object. Just a slave. My Slave."

"Ok, I'll do it." Helen Hugged him tightly and whispered into his ear.

"Good Boy." David shivered.

She held him a moment longer before standing up and bringing him to his feet. "Alright, we should go down to the processing center right away."

"Now?! But I have to get my things together, take care of my apartment."

"Look David, you're not going to have to worry about any of that soon. And we want to get you attached to me before the lottery picks you. Best to get it over with."

The prospect of someone else taking him was the motivation David needed to agree. "Ok, let's go." He sighed, feeling a mixture of relief and defeat. Helen reached into her purse and pulled out a collar and leash. "Let me put this on you dear so no one tries to take you from me."

David bent over so that the short woman could put the collar around his neck. "I expect it will just be for this trip, I'm sure they'll give you a more comfortable one at the processing center. Come along David I'll drive us there."

"Yes ma'am."

"You're always so polite David, but I think you should say Yes Mistress from now on."

"... Yes mistress."

As Helen walked David through the streets of their small town, other would be slaves and owners could be seen walking along as well. Some slaves walked as David did with leads to collars around their necks, others had been bidden to crawl by their owners, and a few were trusted enough to simply be led by the hand to their destination. The Owners and slaves varied in age, from late teenagers, to men and women Davids age, to people significantly older than Helen. All of them filtered down to the newly built Processing Center, a towering mirrored monolith which looked like it had been dropped straight from the sky into what used to be the town square. Security drones quickly flew out from the buildings roof, scanning the crowd while they began to que in front of the modest doors at the front of the building. A pre-recorded message played from the drones.

"Owners please walk in ahead of your slaves, keeping them close to you. Slaves should be prepared to disrobe. If you can hear this message, be aware this is your last chance to leave the care of the woman who wants to have you officially registered as a slave. Once you enter the Processing Center it will be too late to back out."

David was trying to keep his cool as he followed Helen through the entrance of the glittering building. Towering alien Guards, Easily eight feet tall watched over the procession of soon to be slaves, they're opinions inscrutable beneath thickly tinted helmet visors. He knew that this was going to happen, none of the Slaves he had seen in the propaganda the PC put out where highly clothed, but he was dreading it all the same. Helen hadn't even seen him naked, once she saw the loose skin jiggling across his body like an obscene turkey wattle it would only be a matter of time until-.

"David what's wrong?" She asked cutting through his burgeoning panic.

"Um nothing, just nerves is all." He murmured. All around them other slaves and owners seemed to be having similar conversations.

"David, its going to be ok, I won't ship you off." She reassured him.

"I know, you promised you wouldn't." "Hopefully that doesn't change once you have legal control over me."

"Its a bit late to start distrusting me David."

"No, I know, its really not that."

"What is it then?" She insisted,.

"Can, can you ask them not to make me get naked in front of everyone?"

"David, every slave has to get used to being open to the world, its going to be your natural state."

"I know, its just that maybe they could ease me into it?"

"Its not up to you to decide if you get eased into anything now David."

David was stunned, and his face must have shown hurt to Helen.

"Why are you ashamed David?" Helen asked him, pulling his leash gently but firmly to bring him closer for a more private conversation. David closed his eyes, gulped, and answered her.

"I don't want them to see my skin. The places where it hangs on me. Its ugly, I don't want them to see it, please." Tears were starting to form in his eyes as a shout went out. One of the older men tried to make a run for it before being stunned by one of the security drones. One of the guards jogged over to him while he was writhing on the floor and placed several magnetic cuffs onto his wrists, ankles, and neck. There was a loud clang as all of them were brought together, and the guard picked up the man and turned to the line.

"Who's man is this?" She called out in an authoritative voice and unplacable accent.

"Er, mine." a woman several decades younger than him called out, stepping out of line and walking over to the guard. "I'm sorry, I didn't think I would need to restrain my husband, he's usually-"

"Its alright, we expected this to happen at least once. If you don't want to keep him you can get a significant social credit boost by..."

The line moved forward, and the conversation became too distant to hear over the resumed murmur. With the distraction gone, Helen turned to David. "David, how do you think the President got turned into such a delicious little snack."

"Well, the aliens must have done it."

"Right, they made his old body young, vivacious and beautiful. They made him look exactly how they wanted him to."

"But they can't do that for everyone can they? It must have been a demonstration of their power over Earth."

"They don't have to think like that David. You really should have seen the address, they covered all of this. They can make you look however you want. Well, however I want." She finished with a twinkle in her eye.

Davids eyes remoistend. "Please have them take the skin away, just please make me look normal, please I'll do anything." Helen tugged firmly on his leash.

"I know you will David, that's going to be your new purpose." She giggled watching the dawning relief cross his face, before yanking his collar down, and wiping the tears from eyes, before licking them off her fingertips. "I like how your tears taste David, I'm going to be happy to get more of them. Now be a good boy and just follow along silently, we're next."

David had no time to wonder where the more sadistic side of Helen came from as he followed her. As they reached one of the processing counters Helen watched as a curvaceous middle aged woman instructed two young men in their early twenties to undress each other. The boys were clearly uncomfortable and aroused, but did as they were told.

"Teacher taking ownership of a couple of her previous students." The alien woman sitting at the counter remarked, watching the display with unconcealed lust. She wore what seemed to be normal office attire, a white shirt unbuttoned a bit too far, serious glasses and a severe bun. Other than her purple irises she looked entirely human. "I'm told they caused her quite a bit of trouble in class, I'm sure she's eager to get back at them. Now sister, are you taking ownership of this male?" She asked, turning away from the boys humiliation to focus on her work terminal.

"Yes I am."

"Wonderful. Please fill out the following forms and we get him ready to begin processing."

"Does he have to be naked? He's a bit shy."

"Oh I'm afraid he does. It's a very important part of the process, and its vital to complete the depilation."

Helen leaned in and spoke in a lower voice. "It's just that he's very sensitive about some old scaring and-"

"Do I really have to take off Riley's underwear!" One of the disrobing young men whined. His former teacher smiled at his outburst, and had pulled a three tailed flogger out of her purse. The man gulped and turned around to get back to his assigned task. "James, you're getting ten spankings for that little outburst. If you want to avoid making it 30, you'll pull off Riley's underwear with your teeth." The young man gave a look of shock to his new mistress before quickly falling to his knees and grabbing the edge of Riley's boxers in his mouth. "I knew you could be taught to be a good boy if I just had the proper control over how I discipline you."

The administrator smiled. "I love my job so much, you have no idea Sister Helen. Look, have your slave place his hand up here, I can administer a mild sedative along with the nanites to track and identify him. We always keep some of the good stuff on hand for the nervous little guys." She said making a kissing face at David, who looked at his feet and brought his palm to the counter. A couple of quick jabs from the worker and David started to feel a slight chill up his arm.

"He'll fell a little cold for a moment, that's the nanites starting to setup in his system. Shouldn't last longer than a few minutes and then we can get a full health readout on him. Can you have him kneel for me please?"

"Kneel for the woman David." David got down to his knees. It was turning him on to be treated like this, to have these woman with complete control over his existence talk about him like he wasn't even there. "And I'll need to give you your nanites as well sister." Helen offered her hand which was pricked, and she felt the same cold begin to creep up her arm, before it faded away.

"Just push his head forward a bit." The alien said as she handed Helen a small device that looked like a remote control. "Just attach that to the back of his neck and-" David grunted with pain as something attached to his neck, sending thin tendrils into his spine.

"Is that going to cause him any damage?"

"Oh not at all. Its just the device to link him to your nanites. You can control what the actions his nanites take, within certain legal restrictions. It can also be scanned to bring up certain vital information by any free woman in the Governate."

"Like what?" Helen asked, beginning to get excited now that her control was firm and official.

"Height, Weight, other medical information, sexual experience, original cock size, current cock size, last time he came with or without permission, remaining virginities, deepest fears."

"His deepest fears will be publicly available?"

"Not necessarily. You can hide or reveal as much information about him as you want to, its up to you now. It'll all be explained in your orientation. Now, there's quite a few good boys to turn into eager naked little toys, so please have your Slave strip and he can get on to the mandatory physical modifications." David tensed up hearing that.

"Oh, how many are mandatory?" Helen asked

"Well by default the slaves can't have any body hair. You can make some small allowances in the pelvic area if you want but most of the hair will have to go so he can be quickly identified if he gets lost or tries to run. Other than that-"

"He's got a lot of excess skin, can you remove that?"

"Oh that won't be a problem. We can do that easily, wont even cause him any discomfort."

"Well I certainly want that done to him. And I have some more requests to work out but I don't want him to know about them until I say so." David's eyes widened.

"Oh that won't be a problem Sister. We can talk more privately. In the mean time, I really do need your slave to be naked."

"David, its going to be okay. I need you to take your clothes off now." David found it easier than he expected to remove his garb. The sedative must have been very effective. As he took off his underwear his hard cock bounced and he stood awkwardly, holding his clothes in his hands.

"In the chute Tiger." The alien woman commanded, licking her lips at the sight of his erect cock as he bent over to place his clothing into the small hatch on the floor.

"Do I need to make him put that away?" Helen asked, a little embarrassed.

"You can if you want. You could have the nanites form a cage, make him lose the ability to get erect until you re-enable it. Only thing we would need you to do is disable his ability to experience orgasm and he can be on his way. The trainers love to toy with a natural born slave like him."

"I can turn it off?" Helen asked, amazed

"Oh and so much more. I can explain it all to you once your slave is out of here. If you have anything to say to him, please do so and place this-" She pulled out a metal ring which hinged on one side. "Around his neck, and he can join the group waiting to be escorted to training."

Helen took the metal collar and looked at the still kneeling David. She took off the repurposed dog collar she had placed on him earlier, and placed the metal ring around his neck. As it snapped shut it glowed briefly, welding itself closed around his neck.

"Look at me David." She whispered to him. He looked up at her, his fear failing to defeat his arousal under the effects of the sedative. "This is going to be a wonderful experience for both of us. I just know you are going to make an amazing slave for me."

David resolved then and there that he would prove her right. He would do anything for his Mistress. Helen pulled him to his feet and turned to the Alien worker. "I'm ready, take him away." One of the towering guard aliens came forward and put a hand under Davids shoulder, lifting him up. Rather than being intimidated by the hulking woman, he felt safe. He was a good boy, and he was sure one of this woman's duties was to protect good boys. As he was led to the other naked slaves awaiting Processing. They were led in small groups towards a large doorway. He could hear the conversation between his mistress and the alien worker.

"So what do you do with their clothes anyway?"

"Ah, we reconstitute them into more appropriate attire, at the owners request. Lingerie, leashes, blindfolds, all sorts of fun stuff."

"So you can make toys for me to use on him out of his old clothes?"

"Its pretty delightful isn't it? I just recently claimed a former doctor, had his stethoscope turned into a bit gag."

"Is he taking it alright?"

"Oh goddess above he's so much happier. I always have to find new ways for him to impress and please me, but he's measurably happier without all the pressure. Not much need for earth medicine now anyway. No offense."

"None taken. You know I used to be too nervous to ask David out?"

"Oh, sticking with David for his name are we? I renamed mine to Silk."

"Hmm, I never considered changing his name..."

The door shut behind David before he could hear if that was still going to be his name.

"And so, after the defeating the extra galactic threat the Gynarchy began the long process of rebuilding, going out to the far flung edges of our empire in search of the colonies who had been cut off for thousands of years." Helen was sitting in a classroom at a surprisingly comfortable desk, listening to the alien teacher explain the purpose of the Gynarchy's visit to earth.

"Well I guess technically she's not an Alien, and its a return to Earth." Helen's thoughts were interrupted by the Teacher who had brought in her former students. "Far be it from me to interrupt a history lesson, but when do we get to the parts about actually being slave owners?"

The woman teaching the class laughed. All her materials had warned her that newly empowered women of this planet were usually very eager to get their hands on their slaves. "Right away ladies, this is just a brief introduction so you have the right context. If the rest of the class agrees I can send the history lesson to you as homework and you can complete it for social credits later, maybe while your slaves work as a study aide. All in favor?"

Every hand in the room shot up. Helen was interested in the History lesson, but had been hiding a wet spot in her panties since she had heard David agree to be her slave. Although she was fairly certain he wasn't going to be holding onto that name much longer.

"Alright ladies, let's get to the juicy stuff. You can do essentially whatever you want to your slave as long as it doesn't amount to irreversible damage, physical or psychological. Given the Gynarchies advanced technology pretty much the only irreversible damage is going to be death on the physical end, but we do care about our boys mental health. Some of your males might be better suited to a different role than you were expecting, but forcing a male into a role they aren't adapted to is illegal in the Gynarchy. Now let's go over some of those roles ladies..."

David, or temporary slave name 35 as he was currently known, was guided into a small room off the main atrium by a human woman wearing the alien doctors uniform and one of the hulking guard aliens. The room looked a bit like a doctors office, with the main feature of a large, polished metal table in the middle of it. He thought it was a little odd that any of this would happen in privacy, but he had little time to consider this as the doctor addressed the security guard. "Alright can you get him on the table and I'll be back to start his modifications in a few minutes."

"No problem Dr, I'll get him ready for you." Came her voice, mildly distorted through her helmet. She turned towards the nude David, who cringed at her approach. With an unexpected kindness she crouched down next to David. "Its ok little guy, I'm not gonna hurt ya. We just need to get you ready for the doctor to do her job ok? Here just climb on the table for me ok?" David sheepishly lifted himself onto the table and laid down. The large gloved hands of the guard gripped his limbs gently and secured him at hidden cuff points, til he was spread eagle. While she busied herself at his ankles he glanced at her ass, a pair of enormous globes held in the skintight material of her armor. Her head snapped at him suddenly and he was caught in her gaze. He started stammering an apology when the armored behemoth tilted her head back, laughed, and spanked her ass a few times.

"Like what you see good boy? Want to try out the big bad guard huh?" His face felt hot and he silently nodded.

"Aw I love the little males like you sweetheart. I'll have to get in contact with your mistress see if we can have a little play date. Would you like that baby?" He nodded again, more intently.

"Hmm, maybe we have enough time to have a little fun..." She mumbled, as she played with the zipper on her armor, pulling it up and down her cleavage. She pulled it down to her bellybutton revealing her purple skin glistening with perspiration. She leaned low over David and nestled his head into her tits. "You must want to clean me up, as thanks for doing such a good job to keep the good boys like you safe right?"

"Mhmmm" David moaned, already lapping her pleasantly scented sweat off of her tits.

"Ahem." came a voice from the doorway. The guard pulled off of him quickly, and zipped herself back up.

"Sorry doc, he's all restrained now."

"Oh don't worry sister, I'm barely holding myself back from ravishing the new slaves on any given day. My little boytoy at my apartment gets wrung out pretty much every time I finish up shift. Now, temporary Slave-name 35, how are you doing boy?" She said, wiping the sweat off his face with a towel.

"I'm alright Doctor. I'm nervous." he said around her caring caresses

"Really? You seem pretty eager to me..." She said, letting his raging erection rest in her hand, idly rubbing her thumb under the tip.

"Did the sedative have something in it to make me more horny?"

"Nope, this is all you. You know if you didn't have an earth mistress you'd probably have done great as one of the off=worlders slaves."

"Helen's my mistress Doctor." David said, a little more shortly than he intended to.

"Ohoho I do appreciate a loyal boy, though you didn't seem to mind the idea when my friend here had you licking the sweat off her tits. What do you suppose Helen's going to think about that hmm?"

"I, I was tied down I didn't have a choice, she made me do it!" David replied, suddenly fearful of his former neighbors wrath.

"Oh we'll see about that." the doctor said, painlessly slipping a needle into a vein on his neck. David suddenly felt tired, and heavy. "As part of your processing we need to suss out some things you might not want to tell the truth about. But here's the thing David" the doctor said, leaning in close enough to his ear to brush it with her lips "only bad boys lie. And you want to be a good boy, don't you?"

"Yes I do." David said, his previous nervousness evaporating before the chemical assault on his psyche.

"Alright David lets start with an easy one. Did the guard make you lick her tits?"

"Not really. She didn't ask if I wanted to out loud but I really wanted to touch her."

"And why did you want to touch her?"

"I've never seen a woman like her before. She's so big a strong, I just wanted her to take me."

"Do you like it when a woman is more powerful than you David?"

"Yes, it turns me on."

"Do you think there's anything that would make you afraid of a powerful woman David?"

"Sometimes when people have power over you they use it to hurt you."

"Do you think Helen will do that?"

"I don't think so, I don't really know though. I guess I don't know her that well."

"How long have you known her for?"

"A few years, but we were equals. Now we're not."

"Oh David, don't worry, any woman who owns a slave has training and monitoring to make sure you aren't abused. You'll have to get used to some punishments, but the Matriarchy won't let you get unduly tormented. We do care for you good boys very much."

"I believe you Doctor." He heard himself saying.

"Aw, such a cutie. Ok, now we're going to put the headset on and start to really learn some stuff about you." She brought a large visor over his eyes and David faded out.

Helena seemed to float out of the ownership introduction class. She skipped down the hall past all of the slaves and owners and came to the room where David was being prepped for his mental probing. She knocked on the door and was ushered in by one of the huge and imposing Guards. Inside the room was an unconscious David, strapped down to a table with some sort of helmet covering the top of his head.

"So glad that our schedules matched for this part. We're just about to access

Thirty Five's mind."

"Can he hear us?"

"Sort of, he's unconscious but his sleeping consciousness has a dim understanding of what's happening around him. We're probably making it into his dreams right now."

"Oh I hope I'm making it in there." The Guard chortled

Helena's quizzical look made the guard sheepishly rub the back of her neck. "Sorry Ma'am I just get so worked up from the new slaves, especially when their so submissive like your boy here. I just rubbed his face in my tits a bit, nothing crazy."

Despite herself Helena felt a moment of jealousy. She knew that this Guard wouldn't be able to steal David away from her, but she was so much taller, stronger, and more endowed than her. It was very difficult not to see her as a threat. "Well, did he like it?"

"Yes, but you don't have to take my word for it, here take a look." The Doctor brought down a large screen which displayed David, all his limbs, tied being held in the air by the guard, head forced into her bountiful cleavage. His head moved back and forth as he strained to get his tongue onto more of the guards flesh.

"David!" Helen yelled out and the scene on the screen shifted. David was bound facing a wall, implements of discipline all around him. Helen was standing behind him, in a tight leather outfit, beating him with paddles and letting leather floggers light up his back. The Helen on the screen exclaimed "Who do you belong to Slave!"

"You Helen!" David answered the screen and on the table as he writhed against his restraints.

"That's Mistress to you Scum!" the on screen Helen barked. "Count the hits, I'll let you know when you've had enough."

"Well its clear he's got the appropriate respect for you." The Doctor interrupted.

"He can't actually feel that can he?"

"Not really, he just thinks he can. Again, its like a dream. Now, we have a few more scenarios to run Thirty Five through, just to see what sort of limits his psyche will run up against. Can you please take Ms Helen out of the room so I can run the tests without interference?"

"Sure thing Doctor, please come with me Ma'am."

Helen followed the guard out to a small room with a few chairs and a kettle of something hot and fragrant. "Tea Ma'am?"

"Sure." Helen said accepting one of the cups from the guard.

"Look I hope you don't hold me playing with your boy back there against me, I am sorry for using him without your permission."

"I, suppose its got to be hard to be around all these good boys and not have a taste. I do sort of wish I could physically dominate David."

"Well the nanobots and control collars will make it so you have a lot of command over his body. Pain shocks, instant knockout, orgasm denial-"

"No I know, I saw all of that in the intro class. I just, well..." The Guard waited patiently.

"I just want to throw him around a little. See him looking up at me, feel him struggle uselessly against me. But I'm just so much smaller than him."

"Well you can change that. Either making him smaller or you bigger."

Helen blinked "What?"

"You can set that with your own nanobot injection, making yourself larger. Or you could make him smaller. Or both."

"The Nanobots can alter your body that much?"

"If you want it to yes. Its not mandatory for owners, but its got a lot of benefits. I'm not naturally this large you know, I was shorter than you before I decided to take control with my own bots."

"What else could I change about us?"

"Height, weight, proportions. Sensitivity of sensory and erogenous zones, physical appearance, I mean the list goes on pretty long. Some of the more advanced changes are locked to a higher social score, but that's just so they aren't employed by inexperienced mistresses. Here I'll send some information to your phone, feel free to look over your options. The changes can take anywhere from a day to a few weeks to take effect depending on the severity of change."

Helen was lost in thought for a moment, a smirk slowly dawning on her face. "Do I have to tell David what I'm going to change about him? Or me for that matter?"

"Well, you won't be able to make any changes that would cause him any undue suffering, but no you don't have to inform him of the changes your making. Some of them he'll probably figure out on his own, but some could be a surprise."

Helen looked the Guard up and down, considering her in a new light. "Would you like to give me your contact information? I think it might be fun to have you come around to play with David and I."

"Oh absolutely, I'd love to get to know you better. Still sticking with David for him?"