Chapter 1 - the switch

NOTE: Written with ambiguous genders in mind. Letter reader could be male or female, in gay, straight or lesbian sub-dom relationship. Imagine this however you may wish to.

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Dearest lover,

It is early morning, as you can tell.

Please don't scream or get alarmed at what is happening to you. I have simply handcuffed you naked to the bed as you have so many times chained me down. In your drunken stupor, it was easy to cuff your legs and right hand to the bedpost. I have left your left hand free, so you may read this letter.

Just relax. There is no escape. Scream if it makes you feel better. Actually, I might find your screams a bit of a turn-on after all these years of screaming as you tortured me and taunted me and humiliated me. So go ahead and scream, if you must. It will do you no good. As you know, we soundproofed our bedroom years ago, so as not to alarm the neighbors about our activities.

So much fun in this room over the years, pleasure and pain. Mostly your pleasure and my pain. Your domination and my subservient humiliation.

It's been pleasurable but now these things are shifting. It is as if the world is tilting a bit differently on its axis now. Our relationship is turning wildly now.

It is time for a change, and this change has been long in the making.

I know, you have been the dom all this time, and I have been such a compliant sub. You have been mistress, and I have been your sexually submissive slave -- a servant in all ways to you.

But now, it all is shifting. It has been shifting already without your even knowing it.

You and I have both changed physically. You may not have been aware of it, but I have been working out a lot lately. You had actually encouraged this a little, so that I could do more to serve you. Yes, I have been getting stronger than you. I am now able to restrain you, to make you do what I want to do.

And think about your changes for a moment. Study your body, and you will see the changes which have come to you. You have a belly now, a big round potbelly. And love handles. And thicker softer thighs. Your fat has mounded up into a wonderfully soft pad just above your sexy parts.

You have probably gained at least 30 or 35 pounds in the last few months. How is this possible, you may wonder? How is it not possible?

I made it possible. I served you bigger portions of food, I spiked your drink and food with weight-gain formulas and appetite enhancement agents.

No wonder you have trouble even fitting into your leathers. Not that I have let you even lace them up for fear you would discover what I am doing to you. No, each time you have tried to put on your outfit, I have been there to remove it quickly -- and to satisfy you in every way.

Think of all the extra food I have served you -- more lasagna, more alcohol in the form of beer and wine -- no wonder you have such a beer belly now! -- all those cakes and cookies and cheesecake, ice cream in bed, bowl after bowl after bowl as I made you feel so aroused and took care of your arousal.

As your slave, I cared for all aspects of your life -- cooking and caring for your well-being. I let out your clothes or bought new identical outfits and sewed the old size tags into the new bigger clothes. You had no idea, did you, my love?

I recalibrated the bathroom scales so they would tell you that you were staying a constant weight. So you wouldn't worry. I didn't want you to worry. I am good to you like that, am I not?

You have been in a bit of denial, and I have encouraged your denial, but the fact is you have gotten quite larger, soft and chubby.

You asked me a few weeks ago if I thought you had gained some weight, remember? And I said "No, you? Of course not." And then, I served you several glasses of wine and some mindblowing oral sex to make you forget all about your concerns.

Sorry I told you those little white lies. I had to in order to make this switch. I hope you can forgive me for this.

Our relationship is changing as of today. I want us to switch.