Alyx smiled as she hit the submit button, finally posting that one-shot onto her website. It was a story featuring two baristas from opposite cafes falling in love, something that made Alyx' heart sing. The previous chapters served mostly to push them together.
Alyx was the kind of writer who couldn't wait to make her characters kiss. She would write chapter after chapter, throwing them all up on her portfolio-blog type website. Alyx flew through stories. When she wrote, it was like a fiery race. All leading up to the sweet, sweet moment when two girls finally admit their love for each other.
Then again, it wasn't like Alyx could write anything past hands grazing one another without bursting into a feverish blush. Whenever Alyx got to that scene, her fast writing would slow to a turtle's pace. She couldn't help it - they were so cute! She bore herself and made her way through the rest of the scene, eventually, after... a good few writing sessions.
In her head, she'd always fantasize about her characters going further, further, into places Alyx wouldn't dream of writing. She could barely write a passionate kiss; she could never write two lovers having passionate sex. Alyx would fantasize about it to herself, at night, in her bed.
But she'd never write something like that.
After posting the chapter, Alyx laid back. She relaxed for a minute, letting the adrenaline rush sit. And then she eagerly checked her statistics page. She hoped posting something new would spark the audience she desperately tried to reach.
As usual, her page hung at 3 views a week. Usually, from bots.
Alyx' heart ached. She loved writing, and she loved creating worlds and relationships. But, she had to admit, it was hard to not see anyone enjoying her stories. Even as she plastered them all over social media, no one seemed to bat an eye her way.
Alyx sighed. She turned her head to her prestigious degree in Creative Writing. Alyx knew being a freelance writer would be hard, even if it was the job of her dreams. She couldn't imagine herself in any other job. Every month felt more demoralizing. She couldn't even get people to read her writing - how was she supposed to expect people to give her money for it?
She closed her laptop. Having nothing better - or more useful - to do, she elected to grab her bag, keys, and phone and head out for a walk.
If nothing else good happened, at least Alyx could be glad the sky was completely clear. Stargazing always cleared her head, almost rejuvenating her. She walked around, basking in the starlight, hoping she'd come to come kind of epiphany. Or come up with some way she could achieve her dreams, for real.
Nothing of the sort happened.
Instead, something completely different happened.
"Hello," a voice piped up from behind Alyx. Alyx whipped around, her heart stopping in its place. It was hard to see with the darkness, but the streetlights illuminated the source.
Standing behind Alyx was a woman who looked... of a much different class than Alyx, to say the least. She wore a fancy suit, a combination of red and creamy white hues. Not a single fold was out of place. The woman was taller than Alyx - significantly so - and her shoulder-length blonde hair was done in perfect curls.
She was some bougie lady. Alyx held back a scoff and asked, "can I help you?"
"Perhaps," the woman laughed a bit. "You wouldn't happen to be  Alyx Trebuchet, would you?"
Alyx froze. Her fight or flight instincts began to kick in. "How do you know me?"
The woman's lips curled even wider. "Why, I read your writing. It's quite sweet and lovely! I'm actually a big fan."
Alyx, if anything, was even more confused now. "You... read my writing?" Alyx couldn't believe that part alone, but her being a *big fan*? Alyx knew she should have been jumping with excitement, but she was just confused.
"Yes. I saw you just posted your newest chapter. I'm excited to read it. Isabella and Vera are just the sweetest, I've been rooting for them since day one. Your writing is very immersive - you've got a gift for it.  Besides, you write trans characters quite well."
As the woman spoke, Alyx began to feel more at ease. She wasn't just lying, she... actually did read Alyx' stuff. It felt unreal. Honestly, Alyx wasn't convinced she wasn't dreaming. "I... well, wow, I never expected to, um... wow, I just--  Thank you!"
The woman replied. Her smile... there was something off about it, but Alyx couldn't quite understand. "Oh, I should introduce myself. My name is Vivian. I'm a local... entrepreneur, and always read your work on my breaks. I should be thanking you for writing them."
'Entrepreneur', huh. That probably didn't tell the whole story. She looked too rich and put together to be some small-time business owner. "W-well... um, you made your own business yourself, right? Can you... well, can you give me some tips on--"
"How to make money fast?" The woman smirked.
Alyx turned red. "N-no! I mean, I want people to read my stuff and... well, to make it my living, but..." Alyx sighed. "I don't even know. I was ready to give up until I walked out and met you, to be honest."
"Well, if you're looking to make money, I've got a way for that."
Vivian strode up to Alyx, circling her like a tempting snake. "You see, I've been looking to... invest in someone to write a story for me. Not ghostwriting my book - someone who can bring a story to life. Someone with... say, your writing expertise."
Alyx froze. "Are you..." She felt like she about to pass out. Was she being offered a book deal? This wasn't real, right?
"I am," Vivian smirked. "For now, I'd just like to see you write the first chapter or two, say... 10,000 words."
10,000 words. Woof. That wasn't a small amount in the slightest. "Um, well, I guess I can say I'd do 10 dollars for each 1,000 words?"
The lady scoffed. "Please." Crap. Was she charging too much? "You want to call yourself a self-made writer, and *those* are the prices you give me?"
"I-I'm sorry!" Alyx squeaked. "I can-- I can do something--"
"I was more thinking, 150 dollars for each 1,000 words."
Alyx blinked. What. How. When. Why. Her brain turned to mush. She couldn't even imagine that kind of money. That amount alone would pay for all her expenses the next couple of months, and more. She *needed* that kind of money. For her expenses, sure, but also for the sheer validation.
There had to be a catch. There just had to be.
“Why don’t I show you my story idea?” Vivian wrapped a hand around Alyx with one hand - making the writer freeze like a deer in headlights - and grabbed her phone with the other hand. She began to pull up some kind of Notes App. Eventually, she found her idea, and pulled it on the screen. “Tell me whether you like it or not. Whether you think you can write it.”
“U-uh, yeah, of course.” Alyx grabbed her phone. Surely Vivian wasn’t lying? She wouldn’t have gone through all that trouble to pretend to be a fan of hers. Alyx looked down at the phone, and started to read. Her eyes darted around the screen. Alyx’ vision was shaky. It took her a while to figure out the plot she was reading - it was pretty in depth. It was an F/F story - great, that’s what she knew - and it was about…
Alyx turned her head around and broke free of Alyx’ grasp. “I-it’s smut?!” Alyx exclaimed. There’s the catch. The story wasn’t just smutty - it was filled with at least ten different kinks, and focused heavily on a full-time D/s couple. Alyx knew enough about kink to know she was probably a submissive, and she knew enough about herself to know she’d never get the courage to do anything like that. Let alone write it.
Vivian chuckled. “What’s wrong? I figured you’d be more open to that kind of thing,  since romance seems to be your genre.”
“I-I… I mean, yes, it is, that’s what I write, but… I don’t write sex.” Alyx deflated. She hated that she was turning down a request from a fan - a very wealthy and enthusiastic fan, albeit. “It’s - it’s not like I’m a prude or anything! I, I mean, it’s not like I haven’t-” Alyx cut herself off. “It’s just not what I write. I… I can’t.”
Vivian gave Alyx a curious look. “You don’t write kink, or you can’t?”
Alyx paused. Deep down, she knew that if she could get past her blushiness and fluttering heart, she’d write a passionate sex scene into every one of her romance stories. Unfortunately, that wasn’t in her skillset. “I can’t. I… I get too embarrassed, and I just freeze. I’m… I’m sorry to be a disappointment.”
        Vivian chuckled again. Lightly, under her breath. “Well, would you write my story if that wasn’t a problem?”
        “If… it wasn’t?”
        “Well, yes. First of all, everyone starts somewhere. But if anxiety writing submission is your problem, then, what if someone took away your anxiety?”
        Vivian reached out and dragged Alyx back to her side. Something in Alyx lit a match, and she started to feel… weak. In a fun way. Was this what submission felt like? N-no, she just met Vivian, she couldn’t be thinking like that!
        “I mean…” Alyx pondered. “I… guess?”
        “Well, luckily for you, I make my living doing hypnosis therapy. Along with… using hypnosis for other means.” Alyx knew she could guess what Vivian meant. “How would you feel about me hypnotizing you? Making you able to write smut, if that’s what you really want?”
        Vivian pulled Alyx closer. Alyx felt herself melting.
        “And imagine what it could do for your writing,” Vivian whispered into Alyx’ ear. “You and I both know that sex sells… well.”
        “I-I…” Alyx knew the situation looked very weird.  Alyx was being essentially scooped off the street by a stern looking business lady - who wanted her to write porn and also wanted to hypnotize her? If she were smart, Alyx would know to say no. She’d know to whip out her mace and get herself away from the situation.
        But Alyx wasn’t smart.
        “Here,”  Vivian continued, “if you don’t like hypnosis, if it doesn’t work for you, then I’ll pay you in full. No story for me needed.”
        Alyx paused. “You will?”
        “Would you like me to sign a contract and get it notarized?” Vivian was joking, but the meaning of her words were sincere. At least, Alyx thought so.
        Alyx steeled herself.
        “Well, okay. How… would you hypnotize me?”
~~
        Alyx always hated having people watch her write. Always. It felt like a hawk on her shoulder, judging her every word and every decision. But she felt she had no other choice.
        She sat at her keyboard, fingers at the ready. Behind her, Vivian stood, her hands placed firmly on Alyx’ shoulders. Her hands felt like they were crushing Alyx’ jawbone. Almost like she was being strangled. And yet, Alyx couldn’t say anything - both because Vivian was offering a life-changing amount of money, and because Alyx didn’t feel like she was *allowed* to resist. Or even able to.
        “Just breathe,” Vivian exhaled, “and start writing.”
        “O-okay,” Alyx responded shakily. Her fingers reached the keyboard. As soon as she had a good start in mind, she began to type. Her writing was unsteady, shaky, and slow. 
A couple paragraphs in, Alyx stopped, and sighed. “I’m sorry about how slow I’m going, this is–”
“No need to apologize, dear,” Vivian chuckled. “It’s outside of your range. I understand. That’s why I’m here to help.”
Alyx almost thought that asking Vivian to leave her to write alone would have helped. But that thought was stolen from her. Something dropped in front of Alyx’ eyes. A pocket watch, being held by Vivian, was dangling tantalizingly. Alyx’ eyes followed its gentle sway, the rays of light hitting its exterior, the way it rotated in its motions.
"Keep writing." Vivian's words were an order. Even as Alyx was completely fixated on the pocket watch, her hands kept moving. She didn't even register what she was typing. It was all just exposition. Her mind began to shut down, thinking of nothing but the watch. All the while, her fingers typed a sprint. For some reason, Alyx was ready to get to the hot scenes. Why? She never felt this way. Usually, her stomach would be twisting in knots at this point, with her face completely flushed. But right now... she felt nothing. She just wrote, and stared at the pocket watch.
"That's it," Vivian cooed. "You don't have to do anything else but write for me. Let this pocket watch take all of your thoughts hostage. All your anxieties, your reservations, any thought that this might not be for you... let it all drain away. Just sinking out of your brain. Those things don't matter. All that matters is my words, this watch, and your service for me."
"My... wh..." Alyx tried to form a question, and failed miserably. Something sounded off about what Vivian said. But before she could ask many more questions-
"Shhh," Vivian silenced her. "I'm sorry. I meant your story for me." Alyx knew she was lying, but she didn't care. Her brain couldn't register or process that fact. Her fingers moved. Her eyes swung with the watch's motions. Her brain slowed to a halt. She felt... empty. "Let everything stop. Just focus on what I'm telling you to do. You seem to be a smart girl. You can follow orders, can't you?"
Alyx furrowed her eyebrows. At this point she didn't even know what she was writing. But Vivian hadn't said anything, so she assumed it must have been fine. "I... think so..."
"Very good," Vivian purred. "I want you to think of the phrase, 'I will write for my Mistress, I will do as ordered by my Mistress, for I am obedient to my Mistress'. Can you do that for me, dear?"
Alyx nodded weakly. She murmured, "I will... write for my Mistress, I will do as ordered by my Mistress... for I am... obedient to my Mistress." She muttered the sentence over and over. She felt her mind slipping through her fingers, threatening to take her into trance. And yet she kept pledging her obedience to her Mistress. Vivian. That made sense. After all, Vivian was basically buying her soul in exchange for hot erotica. It'd make sense that Alyx would do what she wanted.
Right?
At least, that's what her mind could wrap itself around.
"Keep repeating that phrase, dear," Vivian ordered gently. "I'm going to count down to zero. And when I hit that sweet number, you're going to go blank for me. You won't need to think or remember anything, and I promise nothing I do will hurt you." Vivian twisted her hand, slowing the pocket watch to a still stance. "Do you understand?"
"Mmhmm," Alyx responded, no strength or will left in her voice. She was already too far gone to help herself.
"Fantastic." Vivian began counting down. Every number felt more distant than the last. And each digit spoken was slower. Alyx instinctively tried to hold onto her mind, but it was a lost cause. By 'three', she knew there was no going back.
"Two."
Almost... there...
"One..."
Alyx' eyes threatened to slam shut.
"Zero. Drop for me."
And Alyx did just that, her mind breaking.
~~
"Well, that was a fantastic writing session, Alyx." Vivian buttoned up her coat and stood at the doorway. Alyx stood obediently in front of her, one hand clasped over the other, with a nervous yet wide grin on her face. "I trust you can take care of the rest, now that you seem comfortable writing such stories. Hmm?"
"Yes, Mis--" Alyx clasped her hand over her mouth. Why would she... She shook her head, it must have been because of the dialogue she wrote. "S-sorry. I mean, yes, Vivian. Please, um... let me know if you want anything tweaked!"
"Of course," Vivian smiled. "I'll be seeing you."
Vivian headed out the door. The second the door slammed shut, the silence began to creep into Vivian's heart. The house felt so empty without Vivian. It was a feeling Alyx couldn't understand. It didn't help that she couldn't remember a damn thing from her writing session.
Well, it didn't matter. It was probably just the adrenaline. She was being offered an immense amount of cash, after all.
Alyx hustled back to her room, sat in the chair, and looked at what she wrote. She must have written 4,000 words in one sitting - something that was unheard of for her. On lucky days, she would get to *maybe* 1,000 words a day. Something Vivian did must have awoken something in her.
Alyx skimmed what she wrote. Sure enough, the grammar and structure were immaculate. There were no errors. Maybe because she was being guided by Vivian? Vivian probably knew how to proofread. Alyx scrolled down, eventually getting to the start of the scene she wrote.
Suddenly, she felt a burning need in her.
Alyx' legs clasped together. Her clit and cunt ached in need. Even just reading the sub's dialogue, her mindless obedience towards her owner, and the stern, demanding way her Domme would speak to her... Alyx wanted that. She wrote that? It seemed unreal. But in a way, it made sense. This felt *right* to Alyx.
The scene depicted was exactly what Alyx wanted.
Alyx gulped, realizing she still had to write despite how horny she was. Her shaky fingers reached the keyboard. She was about halfway through the scene. Every word felt like agony, but for a completely different reason. Her hands could have been used for-
"Oh fuck it," Alyx murmured. She undid the buttons on her pants and slid one hand through her panties. As she continued typing with one hand, she felt herself around. It'd been a while since she masturbated; truth be told, she always got nervous her camera would be secretly on. She couldn't remember the last time she pleasured herself while writing. There was nothing she could do to stop it - her hand worked at its own rhythm.
Writing about the sub getting pinned down, slapped around, sold to be the Domme's lover forever. And the degradations, holy shit - Alyx never knew she had a thing for that. As she jotted them down, only stopping to refine them, she couldn't help but think about how much she wanted someone to talk to her that way. *Someone like Vivian*, she distantly thought. Alyx huffed and panted. She wasn't even done with the first scene - she had three more to write in that chapter - and she was already at the brink of climax.
But for some reason, she couldn't cum.
Maybe it was the embarrassment, or the subconscious anxiety she couldn't fight off. But no matter how hard she circled or how much she twitched, her body wouldn't do it. It was probably for the best; if she were to climax now, she didn't think she'd have the urge to finish for a long time. At least, not until she got horny enough again. But Alyx couldn't lie and say she wasn't frustrated.
Alyx kept writing. She must have been at it for hours. And then, she typed the Domme whispering something to the submissive-
"Obey me subconsciously."
And Alyx' mind slipped even further. She grew hornier, but she couldn't even register it. Her fingers worked for her - her body was in the control of this fictional Mistress. *Obey me subconsciously. Obey me subconsciously. Obey me subconsciously.* Those were the only words Alyx could repeat in her mind. She wanted to obey. She needed to obey. Alyx didn't even know who she was obeying, but somehow, pleasuring herself - being unable to cum - it felt like she was following orders.
Obeying subconsciously.
She typed the thoughts the sub was thinking. Alyx was in a trance. And then, she typed the word-
"Release."
And just like that, Alyx' body released. All the pent up tension she was keeping for... god knows how long, it exploded. Her body fell into an orgasmic state. As Alyx' body convulsed, as she kept finger-fucking her cunt, she could only think of obedience. She wanted to obey. She wanted to do as her Mistress says, and she wanted her Mistress to have control over her pleasure.
Why was she thinking like this? She swore she never had such urges, even if she was a repressed submissive. Alyx' body slowed, her adrenaline rush ending. She slowly returned to homeostasis. As she regained herself, she began to be able to think more clearly too.
She should have been suspicious. Alyx knew that. But she didn't care. "Holy fuck," Alyx murmured as her breath caught up. "That... that was so... hot."
Alyx blinked, trying to get rid of the stars in her eyesight. She propped herself back up, and looked at  her soiled hand. Luckily, she had hand sanitizer on her desk; she plopped some in her hand and rubbed off the germs. She smelled like her orgasm. It set something off in Alyx' head, even if her arousal had mostly faded.
This was what she really wanted.
Alyx, as soon as she gathered herself, sat up and started typing again. She finished off the chapter - the sub getting some aftercare - and then the draft was finished.
Alyx could proofread tomorrow. For now, all she could think of was how much she wanted aftercare like that. How much she wanted a Mistress to obey.
~~
It only took Alyx a couple hours to edit the story. Even though she wrote it while her sex drive was going haywire, she only needed to make minor grammatical errors. The chapter - only the first chapter - must have been some of the best writing Alyx had ever done. And that was only chapter one.
When she showed it off to Vivian, Vivian handed over a fat check of over $10,000 - she left a generous tip as well. She was more than pleased with it, as was Alyx. A part of Alyx wondered - and hoped - that there would be a chapter 2.
Not only for the money - Alyx needed to feel the way she felt writing that story. She wanted more of it. More of that feeling of obedience.
*Obedience to *who*?*
Vivian and Alyx exchanged contact info. Vivian left Alyx with a cheek kiss, and that got Alyx through the rest of the day. She could comfortably pay her rent and bills for some time. That weight was lifted off her chest. But better yet - Alyx could get some high-end sex toys.
And at the end of the week, that's what she spent most of the money on.
Of course, the first thing she needed was a magic wand. So that was first. But then Alyx wanted some porn, so she sought out some good lesbian M/s porn. And bought an excess of that. Then she got ideas from those videos, and got a crapton of bondage gear, impact toys, restraints... everything a needy submissive could think of. Alyx soon had more sex toys than she did clothes.
But throughout her entire slut-venture, all she could jerk off to was the story she wrote. She couldn't fantasize about anything else.
One weekend, she headed to her usual sex shop, hoping to buy a spreader bar. Her's broke.
And she saw Vivian. Or rather, Vivian saw her.
"Making good use of that money, I see?"
Alyx halted in her steps as she turned around to meet Vivian. Her heart sank, looking at the smug businesslady and her taunting smirk. Alyx broke into apologies - the language she knew best.
"I-I'm so sorry! I know I should be spending that money on rent and stuff, but..." Her voice grew quiet. "That story, it... um..."
"It's okay, dear."
Vivian wrapped her arm around Alyx. Alyx somehow froze and melted into Vivian's arm at the same time. She felt so hot... so needy... *obey me subconsciously...* Vivian held her up, and kept talking. "I don't care how you spend that money. In fact, this is quite charming to me."
"It... is?"
"Oh, yes. What better use of my money than a cute, needy girl buying herself some toys?" Alyx felt like she was going to die from excitement right then and there. Her heart beat at a million miles a minute. Alyx stammered to try to talk, but Vivian got impatient and continued. "So if I'm correct, you want more. More of that story you wrote for me, hmm?"
"I... I..."
Vivian whispered something into Alyx' ear. "Talk to me, thrall."
Alyx felt compelled to answer. No. She answered honestly immediately, without any reservations. "Yes, Mistress." She clasped her hands over her mouth immediately after. She... responded the same way the sub would... to the same words...
But before Alyx could think too hard on that fact, Vivian ran a thumb across Alyx' face - another trigger, Alyx briefly thought - and then her mind reset. What was she...
"Good," Vivian responded. "Because I want more too."
Vivian clasped her hands on Alyx' shoulder. She had Alyx, who was powerless against her, like a stuffed animal.
"I want you to write for me."
"O...okay," Alyx responded. She wanted that too. Why wouldn't she say yes?
"Fantastic," Vivian purred. "You're going to have a fun time letting me do what I want with you."
Before Alyx could respond, Vivian's thumb came over her head again. Then, Vivian bought Alyx the spreader bar - "as a gift" - and took her home.
~~
It didn't take long for Alyx to adjust to her new job. Every morning, she'd report to Vivian's house - if she didn't stay over in her guest room, that was - and Vivian would have her working in the same office as her. It gave her employer the ability to gaze over her shoulder like a hawk, watching Alyx do her work.
She paid extra to watch, after all.
Alyx also, on her breaks, got asked - "asked", more like ordered - by Vivian to clean up around the house. She doubled as a personal author and a maid. And Vivian spoiled her - not only with a livable salary, but with gifts. Mostly sex toys. But also some clothes. Mostly revealing, slutty clothes that she'd make Alyx work in. Alyx could have never seen herself working in such attire, but soon enough, it was more rare for her to work in actual clothes.
She was beginning to feel weird about the whole arrangement, though. Alyx was a writer. She wasn't known to do NSFW writing - actually, she wasn't really known at all. Why was it coming so comfortably to her now? And more importantly, when she tried to question what was going on, why did her head fog up completely? She was a writer. Not a performer or house cleaner. She was just doing as... Vivian told her to.
That's right. "Obey me subconsciously." Those words popped up in Alyx's head, and suddenly, Alyx turned back to her computer. She was on chapter 4 by then. Alyx was surprised, though - she wouldn't have felt herself rooting for those characters. And yet...
The sub - Alicia - was a meek, anxious barista with a horrible boss. Her boss decided one day he didn't have much use for her. So instead of firing her like any normal boss, he instead drugged her, and sold her to the confines of a cruel taskmaster in a suit. Viola. A CEO of some corporation that was left completely vague. When Alicia came to, the reality of the situation overwhelmed her. Obviously. But her owner treated her kindly, gently, compassionately - even while using her like a fleshlight that happened to make noises. Alicia was taken out on extravagant dates, kept entertained, and had her own desires fulfilled.
Between the degrading way Viola would make use of her, and the sweet moments shared between the two... every word made Alyx's heart race. She wanted that. She wanted that so badly - to be owned by someone as strict, demanding, and loving as Viola. Maybe that's why Alyx hadn't fully realized what she got herself into. Or why she hadn't put two and two together for why Vivian showered her with gifts and money.
"Enjoying yourself, dear?" Vivian's voice came from behind Alyx. She placed her hands on Alyx's shoulders, holding her firmly in place.
"Y-yeah," Alyx murmured. "Why?"
"Well, you're so deep in your writing that you haven't noticed."
"Noticed what?"
Vivian chuckled. "What your other hand is doing."
Alyx raised an eyebrow. She looked down. Bewilderingly, she hadn't noticed her right hand under her pants. She hadn't even noticed the way her fingers worked on their own, pleasuring Alyx's clit and sliding into her cunt occasionally. Fuck. Alyx was so horny that she hadn't even realized how close to orgasm she was.
But that was the least of her problems.
"I-I'm so sorry!" Crap, crap, crap! She just masturbated in front of her boss, and she didn't even notice! How was she going to explain this? What would even be appropriate to say? "I didn't mean to, I hadn't even realized that, that I--"
Vivian leaned forward. Her hands slid down Alyx's body, circling around the edges of her tits. Alyx's breathing grew heavy, uneven, with no balance. *More, more, more...* "Please, dear, I don't mind. In fact, wouldn't you like some help with that?"
"Um!" Alyx gasped as Vivian groped Alyx's left breast gently. "I-I... you don't have to, you've been v-very kind to me..."
"Nonsense," Vivian clicked her tongue. "What better way to repay you than to make you feel what Alicia is feeling?"
Alyx gulped. She remembered writing those scenes - her Mistress would use an array of triggers to break Alicia's mind. To get her nice, easy, and vulnerable. Viola called it "bunny mode" in the story. (Because bunnies were powerless against a tiger. And because bunnies loved to be bred.) "I-I... if you... want..."
"I do," Vivian chuckled. "Look at you, my good, sweet, obedient employee. Doing and writing whatever the hell I want you to. You haven't even noticed how much it's rubbed off on you. You can't sit here and tell me you've ever masturbated while writing before. Not someone as innocent and pure - formerly - like you."
        Alyx squirmed. Her hands kept working - one on typing out hot M/s porn, and one on getting off to it. Vivian's words only built up the arousal building in Alyx further. Vivian's hands became more prying, more possessive. Soon, she was playing with Alyx's tits as she typed. Alyx shivered as her chest was groped and manipulated. Like they were Vivian's belongings. Like... *she* was Vivian's belonging.
"I've been waiting a while to really get my hands on you," Vivian purred. She reached under and pushed the skimpy tank top out of the way. "You're an excellent writer, obviously, but you're also... so adorable."
Lifting the bra, she had easier access to Alyx's tits. She fondled them harder, pinching her nipples, and making Alyx an overwhelmed mess. Alyx's eyes were focused on the world she was creating. The world that was slowly sucking Alyx in.
"Listen to these sounds that you're making." Alyx nodded. She was panting, gasping, and whimpering. She thought of Vivian's hands prying deeper, taking over more of her body. "You've been saving these sounds for me, haven't you? Or, someone like me. This is what you've always wanted." Vivian's left hand continued to fondle Alyx's breast, as her other hand trailed down Alyx's stomach. Alyx's breathing intensified. Her heart felt ready to burst out of her chest. Vivian's hand slipped onto Alyx's, and forced itself under her panties.
Vivian's fingers were warm. Soft. And fingering Alyx's cunt roughly. Alyx whimpered, her body shaking. She couldn't focus. Vivian began mercilessly finger-fucking Alyx, using her thumb to stimulate her button just as much. Alyx's hand stopped typing. She collapsed into the chair. Her brain melted out of her ears.
"I'm sure you're close to cumming, aren't you?" Vivian suggested.
"Y-yes..." Alyx panted.
"Well, why don't we just keep you there for a bit?" Vivian's hands tightened. "I know some ways to... torment you, even further."
"H-how--"
Before Alyx could question that statement, she was answered immediately.
"Freeze." Just like that, Alyx froze in place. She was unable to move, or shiver, or try to resist - even if she wanted to. This way, Vivian had much easier access to her. She pushed Alyx's hand out of the way to take over most of the worst. Alyx's body continued building with arousal. And she could do absolutely nothing about it.
"That's it. Freezing for me. Doing as your Mistress says," Vivian continued speaking. "Being such a good... good, delicate doll."
Alyx's eyes widened. She briefly recognized that trigger from the story, but it didn't matter. Suddenly, she felt the sensations in her body change. She drooped into the chair just as a ragdoll.
"Dolly, please get up and get on the bed," Vivian ordered.
"Yes, Mistress." Alyx didn't even register how she responded.
She just made her way over to the bed and lied down. Vivian took nearly no time taking off Alyx's clothes. Her skimpy shirt and shorts, and her bra and panties. Alyx was completely bare for her Mistress. What was she even doing? Wasn't she supposed to be working, or something?
Vivian got on top of her, stilling her mind. Vivian leaned down and whispered into her ear-
"Obey me subconsciously."
Obey Mistress subconsciously.
"You'll do as I say, won't you? Because you're a good plaything. A good fucktoy. A good, delicate doll."
SLAP!
Alyx didn't expect to be slapped in the face. But Vivian just did so. And instead of pain, or anger, or shock... Alyx giggled. It felt good to be treated like a doll by Mistress. She wanted to obey, obey subconsciously.
"There's my good doll." Vivian slid her hand down and began fingering Alyx again. Alyx's back arched, her hands clutching onto the fancy sheets. "I'm your Owner, after all. I get to do what I want with my plaything. Don't you want me to do more?"
She was... supposed to be writing...
But Alyx responded before she could think. "Yes, Mistress, please."
"Good," Vivian said with a sadistic smirk. "You have a trigger. A trigger which if I use, your body will build up with pleasure. Like you're being filled. Filled with cum, or lube, or even monstrous fluids, it doesn't matter. And when I use that trigger, you'll feel sheer pleasure from being stuffed full. Like a fleshlight. Doesn't that sound fun?"
Supposed... to be writing...
Obey Mistress subconsciously...
Alyx didn't answer. Her eyes quivered. Vivian took the opportunity.
"Let's knock you up."
Whatever Alyx was thinking of stopped immediately. Suddenly, she felt it. The feeling of being stuffed with... a dick, a strap, a tentacle, she couldn't tell. And she felt them cum into her. The phantom tendrils forced their fluids into Alyx, making Alyx a writhing mess. It was in her cunt, her mouth, her ass... every part of her was stuffed with cum. As she got more and more filled, Alyx continued writhing and moaning in pleasure. Coaxed on further by Vivian's fingering. Alyx writhed. The onslaught of invisible cum stuffing her didn't stop. And every second felt much more agonizing - with pleasure - than the last.
"My good doll." Vivian's words sounded distant in the midst of what was going on. "I'm sure you're close to cumming too, aren't you?"
        Alyx nodded weakly. She couldn't form words. The fluids cumming in her holes covered her brain. Her brain cells began to shut down - or shift into cells focused solely on pleasure. She could feel herself becoming corrupted. Alyx couldn't even remember who she was before this. She couldn't remember anything. But she wanted to cum. She knew that much.
"Lucky for you, I can give that to you as well," Vivian smiled. "But I want to toy with you just a bit longer. Alyx, do you remember who you were before this?"
Alyx shook her head. "Please, please, please..." That was all she could say. Alyx could feel invisible cum leaking out of her holes, and even then, it kept filling her.
"You would never have imagined yourself like this. You were so innocent. Do you even remember how you couldn't even write two characters holding hands? Let alone, think about you doing that. And now here you are. In my hands. Being filled with cum. Having your brain get broken and rebuilt into that of an obedient slut's."
As Vivian spoke, the dots began to connect in Alyx's mind. She wasn't always like this. A bit of light shined in her brain. She clutched onto it. "What... did you do to me?" she asked weakly, still barely able to focus.
"I just made some tweaks. Via hypnosis." Vivian's laughter felt much less comforting to Alyx now that she could think a bit clearer. "I wanted you as my writer, but more importantly, I wanted you as my plaything. My toy."
Vivian leaned in. Alyx could feel her breath on her face. Vivian's face showed how ravenous she was for Alyx. "And, most importantly, as my lover."
"B-but..." Alyx gasped and panted. Her next few words felt like a foreign language to her. "I don't... want to..."
"Oh, shush up. Of course you do. And even if you didn't, you know by now I can take that thought right from your head? Kill that thought where it stands."
"N-no--"
Alyx was too late. "Mind break."
Alyx's body reacted to that phrase. Once again, a phrase from the story. The cum stopped flowing into her, though not making Alyx any less stuffed. No. What she felt now was agonizing pleasure. Pleasure that wrecked her entire body, making her a writhing, moaning, dripping mess. She could feel the mattress underneath her becoming wet with her fluids. One phrase kept repeating in her mind. "Fuck me!"
Vivian, once again, laughed. "I thought so. I'd love to fuck you. Do you remember what you were talking about before?"
Alyx couldn't understand the question. All she knew was that she needed to be fucked. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." she kept repeating those two words over and over, hoping it would convince Vivian.
"I thought so." Vivian reached down and began unbuckling her pants. "See? You're much happier here. You're getting fucked - mind and body - relelntlessly by a hot, mean businesslady. Not to mention, you're getting paid a generous sum for it." Vivian lowered her pants and her panties, and Alyx saw her dick spring out. Alyx drooled looking at it. She nodded and kept repeating the phrase.
Vivian grabbed her dick gently, and aimed it into Alyx's cunt. The tip entered, and Alyx gasped and begged for more. "You love writing for me. You love getting destroyed by me. You. Love. *Me*."
Vivian kept pushing into Alyx. She was slow. She clearly wanted Alyx to keep begging for it, and Alyx was more than  happy to comply. Vivian stopped halfway through. Alyx needed to be filled. She spread her legs as wide as possible, giving Vivian easier access to her. "Say it. Say you love me."
Alyx tried to stop repeating the 'fuck me' phrase. It was difficult, to say the least. She wanted to cum. She wanted to get fucked. And... maybe she did love Vivian. "I... f-f- love... you..."
Vivian smiled sadistically. She cupped Alyx's cheek tenderly. And, as a sharp contrast, viciously pushed her dick completely into Alyx's cunt. Alyx gasped as Vivian began to fuck her without mercy. Vivian leaned in and kissed Alyx, holding her face still. Alyx moaned into her mouth, begging for more.
"I love you too," Vivian said into Alyx's throat. She grabbed onto Alyx's breasts and groped them roughly. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. With you as my plaything, forever."
"Me too, me too, me too," Alyx sobbed.
"Do you want to cum?" Vivian whispered into her ear.
"Yes!" Alyx all but shouted.
"I'm going to do one last thing," Vivian said. "When I say that sweet word, Alyx, the one that will make you rush into an orgasm, you're going to only care about me. You're going to be head over heels for me. You're going to be *obsessed*, treat me like your goddess. You'll do anything as long as I tell you it'd make me happy. Understand?"
Alyx could barely focus on her words. She didn't exactly understand what she was agreeing to. Vivian held her face still by her chin. "*Understand?*"
"I-I-"
"Don't make me ask twice," Vivian snapped. "You want to cum. Right?"
"Yes!"
"So you want to become obsessed with me too. Yes?"
"I..."
Vivian was slowly getting sick of Alyx's resistance. "Mind break."
The rush of pleasure came back. As if she wasn't already fuck-hungry enough, the second use of the trigger increased her heat tenfold. Why was Alyx resisting? The sooner she'd give in, the sooner she would cum, the sooner she'd get to be with her Mistress forever.
"You want to cum. Right?"
"Yes," Alyx whimpered.
"So you want to be obsessed with me. Yes?"
Alyx couldn't stop herself. "Yes."
Vivian's grin curled ear to ear. "Release."
Alyx could feel her body break into pieces with her orgasm. It was powerful, unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Her cunt convulsed against Vivian's dick as Vivian continued to fuck her. Soon, Alyx's orgasm tipped Vivian over the edge. Vivian shot a fruitful load into Alyx's cunt, making her feel stuffed to the brim. That only made Alyx's orgasm go on longer, harder, stronger. Alyx could only think of her Mistress. Cumming. Service. Obedience.
Obsession.
Eventually, Alyx's orgasm came to a slow halt. As did Vivian's. Vivian pulled out of Alyx, and looked down at her with some kind of sick affection.
"I love you," Vivian said.
"I love you too," Alyx murmured, completely wiped out.
"We're going to have so much fun," Vivian said, tracing her finger around Alyx's breasts. "You and me. In love. Forever."
"Mhm," Alyx giggled.
"You serving me."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Obsessed with me."
"Head over heels, Mistress!"
Vivian exhaled, as if some huge weight was lifted off of her chest. Alyx's heart rate didn't slow down. It was rushed by the knowledge that she'd be spending the rest of her life with her lover. Her Mistress. The thought of obeying her, subconsciously, forever, kept her excited.
Vivian groped her breasts tighter. "I still have some left in me," she said. Sure enough, even as her dick still leaked with cum, it shivered with arousal. "So we're going to go for round two now. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress!"
"And we're going to do things a tad differently."
Before Alyx could ask questions, Vivian said the words - "One, two, action."
Then, Alyx drowned. And out of her subconscious, rose the character she longed to emulate.
On top of her, her Mistress, Viola. Alicia smiled and asked, "what can I do for you, Mistress?"
"Just lay there," Viola said, "and let me use your body."
"Yes, Mistress!"