Valerie found it profoundly irritating when people dropped by her apartment unannounced. But it was immeasurably worse when they interrupted her reading time.

It was early Thursday afternoon, and she’d set some time aside for much-needed self-pleasure. She was feeling a little pent-up, as if she hadn’t cum in days, so she was seeking out the hottest stories ReadOnlyMind had to offer, to make the most of her time. She was in the middle of revisiting one of her all-time favourites - The House, by Pirouette. God, she must’ve read it a thousand times, if not more... The whole setup of a hypnotised harem all living together, with dominant ‘technicians’, drove her wild - as did the ambiguity as to whether any of the thralls actually chose to be there or not. And the scenes that played out... There had been times, many of them, when she hadn’t even made it to the end of the story before tumbling over the edge of orgasm. It was just what she needed right now.

Unfortunately, she’d only made it through the first segment - rubbing herself eagerly the whole time - when the door knocked. Groaning, she pulled her hand out of her pants and got to her feet. “I’ll be back for you later,” she promised the literotica, blowing a kiss at her computer screen as she trotted away.

She tried to conceal her exasperation as she pulled her front door open, finding Ryan on her doorstep. “Hey, hot stuff,” he grinned. “Can I come in?”

“Of course, Master,” she replied wearily, stepping aside to allow him entry as she rolled her eyes at his tired attempt to flirt at her. “My home is your home.”

“Not interrupting anything, am I?” he asked as he kicked off his shoes and strolled past her.

“Yes, actually, Master. I was in the middle of jilling off to some hypno-smut. Great timing, thanks a lot.”

If she’d been talking to someone else she wouldn’t have admitted to that in a million years, but she didn’t think twice about telling Ryan. He was a fellow hypnokinkster, and a ‘writer’ (at least in his own opinion) of hypnosis-themed literotica, so there was no reason not to tell him. Besides, as annoying as she often found him, he had her full confidence and trust. Valerie was always open and honest with Ryan.

“Sorry, bud,” he sniggered. “In my defence, we did agree to meet up around now!”

“We did?” She peered at him dubiously. “I think I’d remember that...”

“Well, maybe you were having one of your little reading sessions when we arranged it,” he suggested, his infuriating smirk never wavering. Valerie wanted to kiss it off his stupid face. Wait - kiss? Slap. She wanted to slap it off his stupid face.

“So what if I was?” she countered.

“Maybe you got so into it, you forgot to write a reminder for yourself about today. I mean, that has happened before, right?”

Valerie was about to snap back with a denial, when she remembered the dentist appointment she’d failed to put in her diary because she’d been distracted by a new chapter of Birth of an Analyst by greyscribbler. And the time she’d missed a movie with some friends because she’d got caught up trawling through Subroutine by Kallie. Both of which she’d mentioned to Ryan in the past.

Smiling ruefully, she raised her hands in surrender. “OK, Master, you got me. Sorry.”

Ryan chuckled as he strolled through to the living room, with Valerie trotting along behind him. “It’s alright, pal, no harm done. Except to your ‘self-care’ time, I guess.”

She sighed. “Yeah, I coulda really used that. Feel like I haven’t got off properly since, like, Sunday.”

He raised an eyebrow as he took a seat on the couch, right in the middle. “Sunday? Wasn’t that the day I sent you my story?”

“I guess,” she shrugged, kneeling on the floor to his left. “But that wasn’t... I mean, I liked it, it was good,” she said quickly, stopping herself from giving away her real opinion of his material just in time. “But it wasn’t the last time I - I’ve read other stuff since then, I’ve cum more recently than that.” Had she? Now that she thought about it, she couldn’t remember getting herself over the finish line any of the other times she’d read anything that week. “I must have,” she mumbled, absently taking one of Ryan’s feet in her hands as she thought back. “Yeah... I know I did. It just... feels like I haven’t.”

“Maybe you just haven’t cum hard enough since then,” he suggested, letting out a contented little groan as she began to massage his foot through his sock. “I mean, not everyone is as talented a writer as I am.” His unbearably smug grin grew wider.

“Yeah, Master, you’re a literary genius,” Valerie responded, unable to disguise the sarcasm in her tone (not that she was trying very hard). “The Dickens of hypno-smut.”

“I’ll take that,” he laughed. “Anyway, I’m sorry I interrupted. Would’ve left you to it if I’d known how important it was...”

“You’re forgiven,” she said with a long-suffering smile.

“Actually, I have something to show you,” he said suddenly, reaching into his jacket pocket. “Maybe this’ll make it up to you, a little. Got it from a thrift store.”

Her quizzical expression turned to delight. “Oh, wow!” she exclaimed, gazing at the gleaming gold-plated pocket watch dangling on a chain in Ryan’s grasp. “That’s a great find...”

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” He prodded the watch with an outstretched index finger, making it start to swing from side to side. “So pretty, you don’t wanna take your eyes off it. You just want to keep watching it go back and forth...”

She smirked, her eyes narrowing as they followed the watch’s movement. “Yeah, OK, of all people, I don’t think you’re gonna be the one to hypnotise me, Master.” It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be hypnotised - she loved the idea of being controlled and compelled, of being made to submit and obey, perhaps without even being aware of it. But she highly doubted Ryan could do it. If she wasn’t compelled by his writing, she probably wasn’t going to be compelled by his attempt at an induction. He just wasn’t creative or charismatic enough.

“Are you sure of that?” It sounded like he was smirking. “It seems like you’re already getting into it. You haven’t looked away from the watch once since I got it out...”

“That’s just because I’d rather look at the watch than your dumb face, Master,” she fired back, with a grin to take the sting out of her words.

He laughed good-naturedly, undaunted. “I’m sure. But that’s only part of the truth. The reality is, your mind’s just wired this way, isn’t it? You’re so hot for hypnosis, all I have to do is dangle a pretty pocket watch in front of you, and you find your gaze locked on it...”

Valerie sighed. Ryan clearly wouldn’t be happy until he’d at least tried to hypnotise her. She didn’t see the harm in playing along and indulging him for a few minutes.

“It’s not just that you don’t want to look away - you can’t look away,” he continued. “All those hundreds of hours reading hypnotic fiction have trained your brain to respond like this. You know what’s supposed to happen when you see a swinging watch, and you can’t help but respond this way. And you love that you can’t help it. You’re such a good little hypnoslut, so eager and easy, that it takes no effort at all for me to entrance you. To steal your mind and your free will away. To pull you down into a nice, deep, obedient trance, where you’re completely under my power...”

She wanted to make a snarky comment, but couldn’t quite muster the energy right now. It was so much easier to just relax and let him carry on with his clichéd induction, and at least give him a fair shot without interrupting him. She’d make fun of him afterwards, once it was clear that his attempt had failed.

“And all I need to do is count down - five, and your eyelids grow heavy... Four, trying so hard to keep watching the watch, but - three, you’re so tired, you’re struggling to keep those eyes open...”

Valerie yawned, her eyelids drooping, drool trickling from the corner of her slack mouth. God, how dull and unimaginative Ryan was. This was worse than his writing. She was a good friend for putting up with this.

“Two, so sleepy now, ready to drop in - one...”

Showtime, she said to herself, deciding on the spur of the moment to prank him by pretending to go into trance. She couldn’t wait to see the look of disappointment on his face when she revealed she wasn’t actually -

“Sleep.”

Cut off mid-thought, Valerie tumbled into mindless bliss, her eyes slamming shut and her head lolling forwards. All thought of maintaining a pretence, acting as if she was being hypnotised, vanished from her mind. So did all her other thoughts.

“Very good, my perfect passion project. Now, do you remember where you are?”

She nodded, her eyes still shut, her posture slumped, giving all appearances of having fallen asleep upright on her knees.

“Good girl. Reach up, and turn on the light.”

She didn’t move. But in her mind’s eye, in the dark room where she stood, she raised her left arm and pulled a cord hanging from the ceiling. Dim light from a dangling uncovered bulb illuminated her surroundings - she was in what appeared to be a basement, with full bookcases lining every wall.

She was very familiar with this room. It was her secret library. Every literary work she’d ever read was in here, from the children’s stories she’d enjoyed as a child - she knew the top shelf of the first bookcase on the left upon entering the room held such classics as Thomas the Tank Engine and Winnie the Pooh - to more recent works - the crime novels of Linwood Barclay, plenty of fantasy (mostly by Neil Gaiman and Rick Riordan), and the odd sci-fi novel. And, of course, there were shelves and shelves stocked with thick anthologies, collecting all the literotica she’d read in the years since her sexual awakening.

The shelf directly in front of her carried a couple of very special books, one of which was open in her right hand. She had just reached the end of a chapter - that fact was clear and unequivocal in her mind. The last line read: She couldn’t wait to see the look of disappointment on his face when she revealed she wasn’t actually - “Sleep.”

“Put in the bookmark, and put the book back on the shelf.” Ryan’s voice echoed around the room, as if he was in there with her, although she couldn’t see him. His disembodied voice didn’t startle or scare her - how could it? It was the voice of her Master. It soothed and guided her, with so many gorgeous words that stole her will and stirred her lust. She could listen to it forever.

“Yes, Master,” she replied, her voice loud and clear in her mental library (and mumbled and barely coherent in reality). She realised she was holding a bookmark in her left hand, which she’d slipped out of her pocket (although she had no memory of doing so). Placing it inside the book, she closed it and slid it into the gap on the shelf before her. As she lowered her hand, she read the spine of the book - Valerie, by Ryan Joseph.

That was one of her absolute favourites. But of course it was - after all, Master wrote it. And he was still writing it, adding to it, revising and editing it, all the time. Fuck, she’d enjoyed that latest chapter so much...

“Very good. Now, I need you to leave your library, and come and join me upstairs.”

“Yes, Master.” She turned and made for the open door leading out onto the dark staircase, a little disappointed to be leaving her library, but still unswervingly obedient to his commands. Up the stairs she climbed, the path ahead growing slightly clearer with every step she took.

In the real world, her eyelids began to flutter, finally snapping open as she reached the top of the staircase. She looked up at Ryan, who was grinning down at her. “Welcome back, wordslut.”

She giggled, blushing and squirming. “Hi, Master.”

“Have you had a good week?”

“It’s been pretty fun,” wordslut chuckled, resuming the foot massage, but now with full awareness and the increased gusto that came with it. “The last few chapters of Valerie have been so great - really hot. I like that she can only get off to your writing, Master - that’s a fun new detail!”

Ryan smirked. “Yeah, I liked that one. What about the short story I sent you - or rather, Valerie - the other day? What did you think of that?”

“I loved it, Master! I already told you in the email,” wordslut reminded him. She quickly added, “And before you say, ‘you only said what I told you to say’ - yes, obviously, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t sincere!”

He cackled. “That’s fair! Although, I did feel like it might not have been my best work. I don’t mind giving poor writing to Valerie, because having her still get off to bad material is... funny! But I didn’t want you to have to read anything mediocre.”

She bit her lip. “We-ell... OK, maybe it wasn’t the best story you’ve ever written. But it wasn’t really a story, was it? It was more of a trigger - or a set of triggers - disguised as a story. And in that sense, it worked perfectly.”

“Well, alright then, good point,” he conceded with a smile. “Still, I’ll try harder to entertain and scintillate you in the future. Wouldn’t want my biggest fan to lose interest, would I?”

“That could never happen,” wordslut assured him.

He let out a gasp as she kneaded his sole. There was a brief pause, as he sat back and enjoyed the footrub, while she happily devoted her attention to her work, enjoying the simple pleasure of being his slave. She did however hope he would continue playing with her mind this afternoon, and they could discuss how to further edit Valerie and instal more suggestions into her.

Technically, she was the real Valerie - more so than the character they had created through their hypnotic shenanigans. But they needed a way to differentiate the two, so ‘wordslut’ she was. She adored the moniker - it was deliciously demeaning, not to mention accurate. She was so hot for some good, well-written hypno-smut.

More than anything, though, she was absolutely loving becoming some well-written hypno-smut. The idea that she was being replaced, more and more, by a fictitious version of herself - one beholden to all manner of triggers and suggestions, unaware all the while - was irresistible. She told her Master as much as she pulled on his toes.

“I’m glad you feel that way,” he sighed contentedly. “So do I, of course. The way Valerie thinks I’m just some lame, uninspired hack with no talent for writing or hypnosis, all while she’s completely under my control...” He let out a low, lustful growl, gazing down at his kneeling submissive. “I fucking love it.”

Wordslut giggled, enjoying the feeling of his eyes roaming over her body, and the sight of the growing bulge in the front of his pants. Pausing the footrub, she quickly whipped off her grey sweatshirt, exposing her jiggling boobs, to make his view all the sweeter.

“Good slut,” he purred in response, sending a shudder of arousal through her. “Such a perfect plaything for me... You should know, that every detail I add to Valerie, every tiny change I make, every way I make her into more of my oblivious, slutty servant... my personal camgirl... my perfect, home-made hypno-porn... makes me love her, and you, all the more. You are my magnum opus - my Tale of Two Cities, my Nineteen Eighty-Four, my Go Down Gamblin’. I could spend the rest of my days writing and rewriting you, my beautiful, sexy, submissive little wordslut...”

She moaned, pressing her thighs together, one hand still on his foot, the other tweaking one of her nipples. Every syllable that passed his lips made her wetter. She was helplessly enthralled by his words, bound to follow them wherever they led her - deep into submission, deep into humiliation, deep into trance... He was her author, and his will shaped her reality. She couldn’t imagine any other existence - certainly not any better existence.

“So, while I’ve got you relatively cogent, if completely dominated,” Ryan teased, “any ideas on how we can edit Valerie further?”

She pursed her lips, considering. “I dunno, Master... We could make her find you even more annoying? Since you seem to be into that,” she tittered.

He laughed along with her. “I would like that, but I think our friendship is already nearing implausibility!”

“Well then, we’ve gotta think of a reason for her to keep talking to you. Like, something that kinda... forces her to be in close contact with you. Without getting too nasty, or unpleasant abou-”

“They’re step-siblings,” he blurted, throwing his hands up in the air as if he were shouting ‘eureka’.

“Yes. Yes,” wordslut said with a broad smile, awestruck as ever by her Master’s brilliance. “That’s perfect! And that adds the ‘fucking your stepbrother’ kink into the mix. Although, since Valerie won’t know about it, I guess it’s more the ‘fucking your stepsister’ kink,” she mused.

Then she snapped her fingers, struck by an epiphany of her own. “Make it so it’s your dad married to her mom. That way, we could even try and imply that you’re also controlling and banging Valerie’s mom. I don’t know how we could work that in... She’s supposed to be oblivious to everything, so I don’t see how she could have any idea about anything happening between you and her mom...”

“No, no, that’s good,” he nodded, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “I’ll think of a way to factor that in, even if it’s only vaguely implied. Good idea, wordslut!”

“Thank you, Master,” she beamed, inclining her head deferentially. She had actually had more input in the development of the Valerie character, and the other less-fully-formed characters they’d come up with, than either of them tended to acknowledge. Generally she preferred to let Ryan guide the story, trusting to his writing talents, but occasionally she’d have a flash of inspiration. When that happened, he would take her seed of an idea, praise her for it, and then incorporate it into his own vision. The hypnotised submissive was more than happy to let her Master take the full credit for writing his masterpiece - she was content to simply be the masterpiece.

“When I leave today, would you like to carry on reading our slightly tweaked version of Valerie?” he asked. “Until the next time we see each other in person, maybe?”

She nodded eagerly. “Oh, yes, Master. Green, green, green!”

He chuckled fondly, reaching out and patting her on the head. “Very good girl. But before then, I think I’d like to peruse my short stories.”

She shivered with anticipation. She knew what that meant - on that bookshelf in her mental library, next to Valerie, was an anthology with a selection of fun, sexy characters Ryan had created for occasions such as these. Which would he want to revisit today? Josie the playful puppy? Larry, the nerdy shut-in who was always so surprised and overjoyed to find himself waking up in a hot chick’s body? She really liked Chloe the French maid (she hadn’t even realised she’d been capable of such a flawless accent until Ryan had created the character for her to play), but her key character trait was tidying up, and right now her apartment was pretty much spotless.

Trying to predict her Master’s choice was a fool’s errand, so she simply did what she knew he expected of her. Standing up, she pulled down her sweatpants and laid herself across the couch, her top half on his lap, her boobs squishing into his thighs.

“That’s my good little trance whore.” He stroked her hair with one hand, and fondled her bare ass with the other. “Close your eyes now, and find yourself back at the top of the stairs, leading all the way down into your basement library - your dark, quiet, private little sanctuary.”

Her eyes were already shut, the side of her face buried in the armrest. As soon as he said the words, she found herself standing on the top step, gazing down into the darkness.

“But, remind me - whose home is this?”

“Yours, Master,” wordslut said in a heartfelt whisper. “My home is your home.”

“Exactly. And I can go anywhere I like in here, can’t I? Even in your private library?”

“Of course, Master. I have no privacy from you. I am an open book.”

Ryan patted her on the butt. “Lead the way, gorgeous.”

Wordslut descended the cold stone steps, as naked in her mindspace as she was in real life. Every step she took, she felt his fingers entwined in her hair, and his palm cradling her ass cheek. In the darkness, she couldn’t see him beside her, but she knew he was with her, accompanying her right the way down to the inner sanctum deep within her mind.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she pushed open the door and stepped inside. “Come in, Master,” she mumbled, smiling sleepily. “Come inside my library, and browse all my stories.” She hadn’t needed to invite him - she could still feel his touch on her body, and now she could see him in her peripheral vision, having entered the room at the same time as her. But she knew she was supposed to say it anyway.

“Good slut.” Ryan stepped past her, towards the bookcase containing all her favourite literotica. She moved to the corner of the room so she wouldn’t get in his way, and stood at attention with her hands behind her back, watching as he slid a book off the shelf. The cover was indistinct from this distance, but she knew the title - Smut For a Wordslut, by Ryan Joseph. A thrill went through her as she watched him open the book and flick through the pages - it felt as though he was rifling through her very thoughts. On some level, she knew that was exactly what he was doing.

She vaguely heard him keeping up a running commentary of everything he was doing in her library, describing his actions in the real world before she saw them in her mind. But she didn’t really notice it - until he suddenly announced, “Ah! I think I’d like to re-read this one.” He held the book up to his face and shot her a devilish grin from across the room. She tensed, ready to immerse herself in the story, and live it just as she lived Valerie. “You’ll be very familiar with it - it’s a classic,” Ryan sniggered. “It’s called, ‘Valli’.”

After a few deep, slow breaths, Valli opened her eyes, and immediately let out a light, air-headed giggle. She was sprawled over her couch, and she was naked! Better yet, she was lying on top of a big, strong man, her titties in his lap. A man she knew!

“Ryaaannn,” she squealed delightedly, scrambling up onto her knees on the couch cushion next to him. “Hiii!”

“Hey, sexy,” he said with a grin, affectionately tapping her under the chin with an outstretched finger.

She giggled again. It was vanishingly rare for Valli not to be giggling. “I’m all naked,” she announced, as if it were some hugely important discovery (which, to her, it was).

“Yes, you are! And I have to say, I’m enjoying the view.”

She rapidly bobbed up and down, bouncing her boobies for Ryan, who licked his lips appreciatively. “Say, Valli, can I ask you a question?”

“Uh, sure!” she said brightly. Ryan often asked her questions, and they were usually too tricky for her, but she didn’t mind.

“What’s one times two?”

Trying to think of the answer made her head feel clouded, like it was full of thick pink cotton candy. Struggling to do a simple sum made her feel small, and silly, and stupid. And that made her feel hot, and horny. She didn’t know why feeling stupid made her horny. It didn’t occur to her to question it, and if she’d tried to figure it out, she’d have grown even foggier.

“Uhh...” She absently groped a tit and ran a finger between her legs, quickly getting distracted and starting to pay more attention to her drooling pussy lips, which she rubbed with increasing vigour.

“Come on, Valli,” Ryan prompted her, though he was clearly enjoying the show, if the tent in the front of his pants was any way to judge. “One times two... I bet you can get this one, if you really try...”

“Umm...” She frowned and stared up at the ceiling, thinking as hard as she could, fingering herself harder in the vague hope of improving her focus. One times two... One, two... “Three!” she said suddenly, beaming with excitement. She was so sure she had the correct answer.

“Aww, so close,” he smirked. Valli blushed and bowed her head even as she thrust her middle finger deeper inside herself, the humiliation of failure turning her on even more. “But it’s OK, cutie. You don’t need to know things, do you?”

“Noo,” she drawled, smiling lazily at him.

“And why’s that?”

This time, Valli did know the answer to his question. “Because I’m just a dumb bimbo. And dumb bimbos only need to know how to look pretty, and how to suck cock.”

As she recited the well-worn mantra - about the only coherent sentence she could draw out of her mind at any given time - Ryan unzipped his pants. As dumb as she was, even Valli could take that hint, and she let out another bubbly titter and hopped down onto the floor, sliding between his legs and kneeling with her face in his groin. His dick sprang free with very little encouragement, and she began to tease its tip with her tongue, before slowly working her lips along the shaft.

The entire time, wordslut had been conscious and aware, just as she had been when Valerie’s persona was controlling their body. Valli was similarly oblivious to her presence, but if she had known, she likely wouldn’t have understood. Or she’d have been excited to have another person join in the fun. Wordslut experienced everything Valli said and did as if it were happening to her - the vapid little giggles, the failed attempt at multiplication, the degradation, and now the tender skin of Ryan’s cock against her lips, and its delicious taste on her tongue.

As far as wordslut understood it though (at least in this moment), all of this was a story her Master was telling her. But his descriptive abilities were so great, she was completely immersed in the narrative. When he told her of the creamy consistency and salty taste of his cum filling her mouth and draining down her throat, she felt it as if it was really happening to her. He was such a good storyteller!

***

“So I’ll message you later, about coming over again,” Ryan said nonchalantly as he followed Valerie to the front door.

“Yeah, or whenever, Master,” she sighed, pulling the door open and stepping out of his way. “No hurry.”

“Uh huh. Well, bye then!” He leaned towards her. Rolling her eyes, Valerie nonetheless tilted her head back and let him kiss her forcefully, possessively, running his hand through her hair and groping her ass. His tongue pushed her jaw wide open, the tip momentarily brushing the back of her throat.

She stood there and waited for him to get it over with, arms hanging limply at her sides, fuming inwardly at having to suffer through a goodbye kiss. It wasn’t as if he was even her real brother, and yet he would insist on the show of familial affection.

Pulling away, he winked at her and stepped outside. “See ya soon, sis.”

“Yeah, bye, bro,” she said dully, standing and watching for a few moments as he walked back to his car. A gust of cool wind entered her apartment through the open doorway, the breeze brushing over her exposed crotch. She’d put her grey sweatshirt back on, not even remembering having taken it off. Nor was she aware that her lower half remained nude, even now, with the refreshing chill from outside failing to alert her deeply conditioned consciousness. (Ryan had hidden her sweatpants elsewhere in the apartment before waking her up - out of sight, out of mind.)

Letting out a relieved groan, she pushed the door shut and plodded back to her bedroom. She wished she didn’t have to endure her stepbrother’s frequent visits, but if she turned him away he’d complain to her mom, who was sure to berate her. For some reason, she seemed entirely enthralled by Ryan, as if he could do no wrong. She’d always pushed for them to be closer, even though they were both adults when their parents married. As exhausting as her stepbrother could be, it was just easier to knuckle under and tolerate his presence in her life, at least while they were living fairly close to each other.

Anyway, now that he was gone, she still had plenty of her afternoon left. Thankfully, her annoying step-sibling’s visit hadn’t quelled the fires of arousal within her - if anything, they were even stronger now. She headed back to her computer, ready to pick up where she’d left off an hour and a half ago. God, she really needed to cum.

As Valerie continued reading The House, wordslut continued reading Valerie, already really enjoying this new chapter. She couldn’t wait to find out what would happen next...