Part 2

Stacy enjoyed her little shopping trip. It was nice knowing that what she was doing would make Master happy! And her new simple mind was just floating on fluffy pink clouds as she shopped for something sexy.

She wanted something that would mark her unmistakably in the servant role, but which showed off her natural charms.

Eventually, she bought several maid outfits and a push up bra that made her look and feel extra sexy when she thought of what master would think, and then went to a hair dresser to get her hair done just like how master wanted it.

"Hiya!" she said cheerfully to the bored looking woman behind the front desk. "I'm looking to become a total blonde!"

The woman nodded, and soon Stacy emerged with luscious golden locks.

She smiled at herself in the mirror. Sure, people were giving her strange looks, and seemed to take her less seriously now. But that didn't matter if master was happy!

* * *

"Master, I'm, like, home!" she said.

Jake blinked and saw the NPC had returned. He smiled, as the wheels in his head started turning. He was happy that the NPC didn't look too much like his girlfriend anymore. It had been just a bit weird playing a game like this with an NPC who looked just like Stacy!

"Hello, slave," he said. "You're looking very good."

Stacy smiled at his hungry gaze. She had waited far too long for this moment, and she was sure he was going to push her down onto the bed and make out with her any moment now.

Jake shook his head. "I've been thinking about what I wanted to do with you. I'm only sad that this is a T-rated game. I'll bet your AI 'brain' automatically censors sexy thoughts, and you'll deflect if I ever try to make things too sexual."

Stacy tilted her head, feeling a bit confused. She didn't know what master was talking about at all. What game? Was that a command?

"I'll keep that in mind, master!" she said cheerfully.

She felt his command go to the core of her being. As sure as she was stupid, she would make sure things didn't get too sexy between her and master. A part of her hated the idea, but it was overruled by the part of her that knew that her master's happiness was all that mattered.

"Alright, I got it. First things first, I want to give you a new name. By a strange coincidence, your name is exactly the same as my girlfriend's. I want you to forget the name 'Stacy', and from now on you'll be 'Lexie', forget all about ever being 'Stacy.'"

St- Lexie blinked her eyes as she absorbed her master's commands. She was Lexie now - and she always had been.

"I love my new name, master!" she said, giggling. It felt so good doing what he said. Being whatever he needed her to be.

"Good, Lexie," Jake said. "Now, why don't I take you up on that offer for a massage?"

Lexie loved the idea. Although she could feel her brain censoring itself. She wanted the massage to be more than just a massage, to lead to... something between her and her master, but it was impossible for her to pin the idea down and think about what it was she wanted to do with master.

They went to the bedroom, and Jake lay down.

Lexie started rubbing his back sensually. She loved the way the master moaned, and it was making her feel so funny. Ideas danced on the edge of her consciousness about what to do with these feelings. It felt so good to serve master, so- what was the word?

Lexie felt so frustrated for some reason. Like she needed something, but couldn't have it. The closes thing she could conclude was that serving master got her so close to the the thing she needed. She rubbed his shoulders, and relished in being allowed to touch her master.

When she had finished her massage, Jake looked peacefully up at her.

"Man, this game feels so fucking real," he said. "That was a pretty good massage, slave."

Lexie smiled and twirled her hair a the compliment.

"Now, slave," Jake said. "I want you to make the apartment spotlessly clean."

Lexie said, "Yes, Master," and left the room. She had a lot of work ahead of her.

Jake blinked, and was amazed at how worked up he was feeling. He really wished Stacy wasn't out late studying, because the sexy NPC in the game was really getting his motor running. Fuck, if Stacy was here, he would undress her and fuck her right on the spot, he was so turned on.

Oh, well. He supposed his hand was company enough for now. He unzipped his pants, and summoned up memories of Stacy and him in bed. He didn't think he had ever seen a girl so hot, and he loved remembering her naked body.

Just after he had grunted, and felt warm sticky liquid coming out of his cock, Lexie came into the room.

"Just finished the kitchen, master," she looked at him, not understanding what she was seeing. It was like her brain wouldn't let her understand.

"Shit, slave," Jake said, a little annoyed. "Can't you give a guy some privacy? Knock before you come into the room."

"Understood, master. My apologies." She bowed deeply, feeling a little thrill at obeying him, and left the room.

Up next, the bathroom.

By the time she finished cleaning up the apartment (except for the master's quarters), she was feeling so... wound up? There was a strange pleasure that her brain wouldn't quite let her understand, and it made her breath heavier and her stomach do sommersaults and gave her a warm feeling between her legs. If this pleasure was all she'd ever get from master, then she would hang on his every word and do whatever he said forever and ever, but she couldn't help but feel like the feeling was incomplete. Like she could go deeper, if only her mind would let her.

Lexie wanted to sleep next to master, to feel his strong arms around her. But she knew better than to wake him. She ended up sleeping on the couch in the living room. She dreamed of serving master.

* * *

The next day, Jake wondered where Stacy was during the first and only class they had together. He was starting to miss her. He wanted somebody to talk to about the crazy new game he was playing. It was so realistic, and even though he was nominally doing an "evil" playthrough, he liked that it mostly consisted of him bossing the sexy NPC around all the time.

He texted Stacy. "Hey, Stacy. I've been missing you! You didn't come back last night, and I'm a bit worried. Call or text when you get this." He saw it turn to 'read', but there was no response.

Strange. Stacy usually responded right away.

Lexie felt her phone buzz. The house was already clean, so she had been trying to search for ways to make master happy. Reading articles about cleaning tips had proven impossible, but she managed to find some videos and they had all sorts of neat tricks she was ready to try.

She opened the text she had gotten from Jake.

"Who's Stacy?" Lexie wondered.

Whoever she was, she was clearly very important to master. It made Lexie sad that Jake might be lonely. But she also felt a strange envy of whoever this Stacy girl was. Wasn't Lexie enough for Jake?

Lexie might have been dumb, but she knew a thing or two about hypnosis and subliminal messages. She shivered at the thought of such techniques being used on her. And then her thoughts stopped.

She blinked. Why had she lost her train of thought just now?

Regardless, she totally had to make master happy! She needed to get this Stacy out of the picture.

Lexie went to the app she somehow knew would be helpful in making subliminals, and started recording herself saying the things she wanted master to do.

A few times, she found her train of thought derailing. There was something that she wanted master to do so badly, but she couldn't ask him. Couldn't even think about it. It was surprisingly difficult work, since she had to read and remind herself what all of the symbols in the sound editing software, but eventually she had the perfect result.

She uploaded the files to her usual spot, and smiled, thinking about how happy it would make master.

That night, Jake had a strange dream. He was playing a video game, and then the people in the game started to come out of the screen. [Master, stop thinking about Stacy. All you care about is your slave, Lexie. Your slave is the only girl you'll ever need.] He noticed all of the NPCs looked oddly familiar, but he couldn't place where he had seen them before. [Forget Stacy. Your favorite activity is ordering your slave around. You like it more than anything else. It makes you feel good to order her around.] The NPCs all looked like a nerdy girl, and they were angry at him for some reason. [You should be ordering your slave around constantly, because it feels so good! It's addictive, like a drug.]

Jake tossed and turned in his sleep, but eventually there was a smile on his lips.