“Haruhi, can you bring me a drink!” He called to me as I went about my daily cleaning routine. The last seven months have been hell. When I found a room for rent on craigslist, my new roommate, Adam, turned out to be some sort of warlock or wizard or something, I don’t know exactly. All I know is that he was unusually friendly until I moved in. Immediately he cast a spell on me which A) turned me into this busty asian bombshell B) Gave me the worst ‘engrish’ accent I’d ever heard and C) changed my mind so that I had to follow his every command.

The first few months were awful. On the inside I was screaming as my body acted out every fantasy he wanted. I was forced to wait on him hand and foot, he frequently groped my gigantic tits, which were so sensitive that every time he did I could do nothing but emit high pitched, breathy moans and pants. His dick has been inside me so many times that I’ve lost count, in my small mouth, my tight pussy, and my ass. At first I hated every moment of it, not only the sex but everything about my new life. After a while, I started to get used to, or at least numb to, the constant prancing around half naked giggling and moaning and bouncing. Now even though I was there for every moment of my life as Haruhi, I had learned to live with it.

“Here you go masteru.” I said, handing him his usual rum and coke. “Isu anyzing erse I can do for you masteru?”

“Thank you Haruhi. How long have you been here sweetheart?” He asked me. I knew exactly how long, but all I could say was, “Rear rong.” with a giggle.

“What’s your name?” He asked me. It was one of his favorite questions, because he knew how awful it made me feel to be forced to say, “My name is Haruhi and I’m your rittle srut!” every time. And that’s what I said this time.

Adam sipped from his drink and waved his hands in the air, creating trails of light coming from his fingers. I recognized this as him casting a spell. Usually meant another humiliation, last time he cast a spell it made me walk around on all four three days and drink out of a bowl like a dog. But when he put his hand back down nothing seemed different.

“What’s your name?” He asked again.
“My name is…” I started to say realizing that my accent was gone and my usual phrase wasn’t coming automatically. “My name is Mark Johnson.” I said, amazed that I could speak. I was still a woman and my voice was high, but my accent was American and I could say my name. “Oh my god! Adam, please! Let me go!” I begged.

“Maybe I will. Get on your knees.” He told me. Amazingly, I stopped myself from following his command out of habit.
“Please Adam…” I begged.
“Mark, this is what will happen.” He said, pulling a sheet of paper out of his pocket. The paper contained only one thing, the name Mark Johnson. “This is your ticket out. I’m giving you your free will back, but you’re still my servant. You’ll answer to Haruhi and act just like you have for the last seven months, and you’ll do it all without me magically forcing you to. If you last a year, I’ll let you go, but if you fail and defy me, I’ll remove your free will once again and make you destroy this ticket yourself. Do you understand.”

I was terrified, I never thought regaining my free will would be so much worse than losing it, but I knew how powerful Adam was, and I didn’t think he was bluffing. My legs were shaking with fear and loathing, as I bowed my head, defeated.
“I understand… master.”
“Good, now take off your clothes and get on your knees.”
I quickly took the tiny dress, bra and panties I was wearing and kneeled on the floor. I didn’t know what was coming.
“Now, what’s your name?” He asked. I wanted to cry, but with every ounce of courage I looked up at him, smiled, and said, “My name is Haruhi and I’m your rittle srut!”

“No, you’re my puppy dog. Put this on.” He said, handing me a collar. My resilience broke and I could only manage not to cry as I strapped the collar around my neck. Adam started playing with my tits, and the reality of everything hit me.
“Does that feel good?” He asked.
“Yes Masteru. Reary good.” I said between my squeaks and moans.
“Excuse me?”
“Woof!” I said, catching myself. If I had any chance of getting back to my body I would need to bare this life for the next year.


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