“When I said I wanted to bring in another girl, that wasn’t what I had in mind!”

It had been a good half an hour since the explosive culmination of our hypno-horny celebration. I had duly washed any trace of Richard’s cum off my face and out of my mouth, and had then downed an entire glass of water, as had he. (As always, stay hydrated, kinksters!) We were now curled up on the couch together, me lying in his arms. He was fully dressed again, but I still wore nothing but the collar.

He chuckled at my witticism. “Best I could manage at short notice,” he joked. “It was hot, though, wasn’t it?”

“Are you kidding? That was the hottest fucking thing we’ve ever done. Even compared to all the other fucking hot shit we’ve done!”

He gave me a sly smile. “So, would you like me to keep Danielle around and play with her some more?”

I blushed. “I, that’s... uhh...”

“Tell you what - sleep.”

With a soft moan, I sank deeper into his embrace, eyes closed, listening to his soft words.

“Danielle - you exist for good now. You’re a part of Alyssa. You’re my slave, my plaything, for me to use and manipulate. And I control you so completely, that I can even take you out of Alyssa’s head. So from now on, Danielle, you are linked to the collar. You live inside the collar. You’re only in Alyssa’s head, in her mind, in her body, when she’s wearing the collar. When she puts on the collar, you wake up inside her head, ready to follow and obey me like a good slavegirl. And when I take the collar off her, you go with it, and sleep inside it until the next time she wears it. Do you both understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Danielle and I chorused with one voice, in a sleepy mumble.

“Good girls.”

A moment later he woke me up, undid the buckle of my collar - which was pretty easy to do, for anyone who hasn’t been hypnotically conditioned so they can’t even find it - and slipped it off my neck. Instantly my head felt lighter, like some great weight had been lifted off it - or out of it.

I smiled exhaustedly at him. “Guess you’ve taken the dumb bitch away, then.”

He gave me that wicked grin of his. “For now...”

I bit my lip. “Dude, seriously... thank you for tonight. It was fucking perfect. Best way to celebrate our good news... and how far we’ve come with hypnosis and kinky fuckery too. I loved it so much.”

“So did I,” he said solemnly. “And to answer your question, of course I’m glad you talked me into exploring hypnosis with you. Thank you, Alyssa, so much.”

We embraced tightly, lying there on the couch or sofa or whatever the hell you want to call it, blissfully happy together.

“I love you more than anything,” Richard mumbled in my ear.

I grinned, even though I knew he couldn’t see it. “I feel the same about you... fuck hawk.”

(No, I am never going to stop calling him that!)

***

So - where are they now?

I don’t want to tell you how long ago that glorious January was, because there may be more stories to tell, and I want to keep exactly how many close to my chest for now! Suffice to say, it was a while back. The film I’m in has been released, so keep an eye out for me and be sure to write plenty of fanfics. (I’ve given you plenty of material here, let’s face it!) The TV show Richard’s working on is airing now - in fact, I think an episode he wrote is on this Friday.

I didn’t let the subject of a three-way drop, and we soon started searching for another girl who’d be willing to get involved with us. I shall leave the outcome of our little quest to your imaginations for the time being. As I say, that may be a story for another time!

As for our hypnotic fuckery... As you may vividly recall, that night in January broke me. Once I discovered I had a slavegirl alter-ego that Richard could effectively puppeteer to get his own way, I dissolved into a flustered mess and didn’t recover for the rest of the night, embracing my total submission to his will. But fear not! My ‘surrender’ didn’t last long - I was soon back in full bratty force, as you can tell from the partial re-emergence of my snark at the start of this very chapter.

So I’m still living my best life as Alyssa, the goofy, snarky, silly, strong-willed actress from Cotati. But behind my defiant eyes and my rebellious smile is a total, unapologetic sub, ready to come out whenever the mood takes me and my boyfriend. Three or four nights a week, he’ll take control of my willing mind and turn me into Danielle, the dumb, placid, oversexed slavegirl. Or a brainless, horny, drooling zombie. Or a happy, dim, clucking chicken.

But don’t go thinking I’m ever going to make it easy for Richard Dork - uh, I mean Yorke. I may have given him total control of my mind and body... I may have become his compliant, malleable, hypnotised slave...

But we all know it wouldn’t be any fun if I didn’t put up a fight!