I sat at my makeup desk, my chair pulled up close. Although I wasn’t looking directly at the mirror, the reflection of my frowning face was pretty clear in my peripheral vision. Chewing my lip, I stared down at the surface of the table, where my right arm lay, fingers tapping compulsively against the buckle of my collar.

I was nervous, I had to admit. I’d been procrastinating for over an hour, during which time I’d gone for a shower to try to calm myself. I was still wrapped up in my deep blue bathrobe. I hoped it’d make Danielle feel more comfortable when she came out - when I put her back in my body. This was the first time I’d collared myself without being triggered by Richard - he’d offered to do this for me, but I’d insisted. It just felt like this had to be between me and her, without anyone else involved, even him and Jelly. They have a say in our relationship, but no-one gets a say in my body except the people living in it - which is kinda the crux of the nub of the gist I’m slowly building up to here.

Anyway, yeah, there were no post-hypnotic suggestions acting on me - none of Richard’s control working on me, no mischief happening outside my awareness. I’m never sure of much these days, but I was sure of that. No games, no trickery. This had to be my own, conscious decision, and I’d made it - I was just building up the courage to go through with it.

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed hold of the collar, unbuckled it and threaded it around my neck, under my hair, until one end met the other. Glancing at my reflection, I clicked the buckle into place, leaving the leather loop sitting comfortably against my skin - snug, but not tight. Shivers went through me as the collar evoked familiar feelings of being owned, dominated, powerless. Usually I wanted to embrace those feelings, to surrender to them, to submit to my Master’s control. But that wasn’t the goal today.

I closed my eyes and felt her mind sliding into place next to mine, a soft fuzzy blob of consciousness at the back of my head. Kinda like a hamster nuzzling up next to my brain. Opening my eyes, I met their reflection in the mirror - a dangerous thing to do given how droppy I get when I look into someone’s eyes (even my own), but I was on a mission and so I found myself able to resist. I smiled warmly at my own reflected face. “Hello, Danielle.”

I both saw and felt my confident, resolute expression softening into a dopey grin as my alter-ego took control. “Hi, Alyssa!” she said in those light, airy tones of hers, so different to my own voice despite still being my own voice. “What’s up?” Noticing no-one else behind us in the reflection, she looked away from the mirror and glanced around the room, taking me along for the ride, helpless to stop myself from searching a room I already knew was empty. “Where’s Master? And Jelly Doll?”

Feeling myself regain control, I looked back into the mirror. Things would be a lot easier, and make my head spin a lot less, if we could be looking at each other while we had this conversation. “They’re not here right now,” I told her. “I wanted to talk to you alone. See, we need to have a little chat about the chapter you wrote, about the brain-cation...”

Her - our - eyebrows rose. “You read it?” she asked, innocently surprised. “I thought you didn’t wanna know what happened -”

“No, I - I didn’t read all of it,” I interrupted. I can’t overstate how bizarre it feels to interrupt your own mouth as it’s speaking independently.

Dani had been brought back out around a week after the brain-cation (a few days after our last session with Jelly, with my chloroform lips and so forth), so she could write her version of events. (Most chapters of our little saga are written many months later, but we thought she might forget some stuff so decided to have her get it all down as soon as possible, while the memories were still fresh in her little mind.) Richard and Jelly had read the whole thing, and been slightly taken aback by the last part, where she expressed her wishes to stay in my body permanently. They had me read it too, so I could see what was happening, and I was equally stunned. I had no idea she was thinking these things. The way she talked about wanting to be a family with the rest of us, and wanting to meet my parents...

I know I’ve been talking like Dani was a separate entity from me, but really at that point I (and Richard and Jelly) had been acting under the assumption that she was just a hypnotic suggestion I was acting under. That’s how she started out, anyway. But reading what she wrote, and learning how she felt and what she wanted, had changed things. We were confronted with the fact that she really had become separate from me - she’d developed thoughts and feelings and desires of her own, in the short time since she’d come into being. Completely by accident, in our hypno-kinky exploits, Richard and I had created a life - a person. We’re like Frankenstein, if he was an idiot. (Which, in many ways, he was, but I digress.) Now we were responsible for this person and her wellbeing, whether we liked it or not. We had to be - it felt inhumane not to.

At the same time, this was my body and my mind. What I was about to propose - the idea Richard, Jelly and I had come up with after a long, intense discussion that I’m not really willing to recount - could cause massive upheaval for all of us, but me most of all, obviously. I started to explain to Dani that we now knew she wanted to stay, and we didn’t feel right denying her that option. Her face fell. “Oh, oh no,” she stammered. “I - I’m sorry, Alyssa... I’m so stupid, I knew I shouldn’t have written that. I didn’t - I don’t wanna be a problem...”

To my horror, she was starting to visibly tear up, and I could feel a lump in my throat, which I almost choked on as I rushed to reassure her. “N-no, hey, Dani, you’ve got nothing to apologise for,” I sniffed, wiping my eyes. “We should’ve been more considerate, we - we should’ve thought about the way we were treating you...”

“I like the way you treat me!” she insisted. “You guys didn’t do anything wrong! I love being your pet slavegirl. That’s what you made me for. I was supposed to be just a plaything, a sex slave for Master to enjoy, and a way to mess with you and have sneaky fun. I wasn’t supposed to want things. Now I’m ruining everything!”

“No, no, no no no, listen, it’s OK,” I babbled, her sobs wracking our body, making it difficult to concentrate and speak coherently. This wasn’t going to plan at all - I didn’t anticipate her getting so upset! Staring down at the wooden surface of my makeup desk, I took a few deep breaths, forcibly calming myself and Dani down. When my heart had stopped pounding, I looked back up at my reflection again. “I know you don’t want to make life difficult for me. I get that, and I really appreciate that. But I want to give you the chance to explore... well, life. Life as an actual person, not a slavegirl.”

“Really?” she sniffled.

“Absolutely. It’d be cruel not to, now we know you have these desires of your own, which didn’t come from me, or Richard, or even Jelly.” I inhaled deeply again before continuing, “Having said that - I do have my own life, and I don’t want to compromise or interfere with it. So, here’s my proposal: you stay in my body once the collar’s been taken off, for a trial period. Maybe a couple of weeks? You can sit at the back of my head, and watch and experience my life along with me, and see how you like it. When we’re out in public, or interacting with anyone apart from Richard or Jelly, you stay hidden and let me drive.”

I paused to see how she felt about that. She was still teary-eyed and said nothing, but gave me a sweet little hopeful smile.

“I was planning to go home to Cotati next week, so you’ll get to meet my parents then.” She let out a little happy gasp then. “And - and when we’re at home, we can kinda take it in turns... Sometimes you can drive, and I can just chill out in the back seat. Richard and Jelly can bring you out whenever they like, and you guys can mess with me. And if you want, you can get up to mischief on your own, without me knowing about it - play sexy pranks on me...” Although I remained in control of our face, I could feel her getting turned on by this last part - or maybe we both were! “How does that sound, Dani?”

She took a shaky breath and beamed at me. “That sounds wonderful! Are you sure you’re OK with this?”

I smiled wryly back at her. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t kinda nervous, but... yeah, I’m OK with it. I want to at least try it. You deserve a fair chance - you have a right to exist. We were... not cruel, but, uh, irresponsible, creating you and not taking care of you properly. And I know, I know,” I said quickly, feeling her getting ready to interrupt. “You don’t feel we did anything wrong, and you like the way we’ve been treating you, and you enjoy being in the collar. I get that. But if you want to have some kind of life of your own, I think we have a responsibility to try and make it work.”

I leaned forward, getting closer to the mirror. My own face, my own eyes, filled my field of vision. “We love you, Dani. I love you. And I want to give you this chance.”

“I love you too,” she whispered. “Thank you so much.”

We grinned at each other with our shared mouth, and I wrapped her up in a big cuddle, my bathrobe adding to the cosiness of the embrace (and slightly making up for how awkward it felt to hug my own body). This somehow transitioned into her groping our tits beneath the robe, and I didn’t see any reason to stop her!

***

Eventually our partners got home, and Richard removed the collar (since I can’t do it myself). When it came off and Danielle realised she really was still in here with me, she smiled the biggest smile, and I felt her tearing up again. We had another big hug then - all four of us. I think I needed it as much as Dani did - despite my willingness to share with her, at least for this trial period, I still had reservations about letting my body become our body on a full-time basis.

As it turned out, my worries were for nothing. Dani may be dumb, mischievous and oversexed, but she’s got just enough common sense and respect not to interfere too much in my life. When I’m out working and socialising she keeps to the background, spectating from her position nuzzled up behind my brain. She sometimes makes comments that only I can hear, and occasionally says something amusing enough that I have to suppress a smile, but beyond that she’s been perfectly manageable, as all good slavegirls are.

We did go back to Cotati to see my parents - Richard had to work, but Jelly came along. She’d never met my folks before, so a lot of the attention was on her - thankfully they all got along really well. My parents have always been very open-minded, so learning I was now in a throuple didn’t faze them for a second. Mom was particularly respectful and interested, and asked a lot of questions, whereas Dad just kinda shrugged and accepted it. Anyway, their focus on Jelly enabled me to pay attention to Dani, who was simply overjoyed to meet my - our - parents. When we hugged them goodbye, I let her have our arms for a second so she could do the hugging. She clung to Mom for so long I wasn’t sure she was gonna let go! We got away clean - I don’t think Mom or Dad suspected anything. Like I say, they’re open-minded, but finding out their daughter has a hypnotically-created alternate persona may have been a bridge too far!

So we were coexisting pretty impeccably in the outside world, with me driving and her in the passenger seat. And as I’m sure you can imagine, things were going even better at home. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t a non-stop sexual romp with Danielle, Richard and Jelly constantly getting up to sordid shenanigans while I was dragged helplessly along with them. They were all perfectly respectful of my need to not always be hypnokinky, to have time to relax and recharge and feel like a person. During these times we coexisted much as we did in the outside world, except Dani could sometimes take over our body, even if it was just to occasionally talk out loud rather than inside our head. She could carry conversations with the rest of us, which was nice.

And she wasn’t always ‘awake’ - there were periods when she just went to sleep, lying dormant and unaware inside our brain. I found I could do the same - just basically drift away and leave her in full control - even for non-sexy purposes. Like, a few days into the ‘trial period’ I woke up to find myself already sitting at the breakfast table. Apparently she woke first, let me stay asleep in our head, and went ahead and made pancakes for all of us (unprompted by commands from Richard or Jelly, too). I’ve gotta say, jarring as it was that first time, it’s pretty nice to suddenly come to and find breakfast has already been sorted for you. She’s done it semi-regularly since then. This is when it’s useful to be sharing a body with an eager slavegirl!

I ultimately decided the trial period was a success, and all four of us agreed that Dani could stay in our body indefinitely. She cried with happiness again when we told her, it was adorable. We’ve been sharing this cute little bod ever since, and honestly, I like having her around. She’s sweet, and funny, and subservient even to me (some of the time). It’s nice not having to know everything that happens each day, to be aware of things like preparing food or going to the bathroom or whatever, and just let Dani take care of it. And, added bonus: now we can wear the collar without having to factor in taking one of us out or putting one of us in. (Although we have done that since then, it’s only been occasional. I’ve had a few more brain-cations since that incredible first time.)

So yes, as indignant and pouty as I get when Dani and our partners do sneaky sexy shit, I don’t regret this decision at all. Although, I have often jokingly said, after numerous vexing (if sexy) incidents, a Gob Bluth-style, “I’ve made a huge mistake!”

***

It was just over a week into the trial period, a couple of days after we saw my parents. I was sitting on the couch playing Animal Crossing on my Switch, and at one point I leaned forwards for the first time in a while. (It was a very lazy Saturday - I spent most of the afternoon half-slumped on the couch.) My pastel blue-grey T-shirt shifted as I moved, and I felt a damp spot over my chest.

Frowning, I glanced down to see a large dark patch on my shirt, a stain some three inches wide that spread from the collar downwards. Even as I stared at it in bafflement, I saw a drop fall from somewhere below my sightline and land further down my torso, a thin string of liquid trailing behind it like a spider’s web.

I forcefully wiped the lower half of my face, and was taken aback when not only was my hand covered in the drool that drenched my chin, but the act of wiping it caused more saliva to spill over my lower lip and course down my face. My mouth, I suddenly realised, was full to the point of overflowing - which it clearly had been for at least a few minutes now, creating that growing splotch on my shirt.

“Wha’ the fugg?” I blurted. (Turns out, it’s hard to enunciate with a mouthful of drool.) I tried to swallow, but found I couldn’t remember how. That was what clued me in that there was trickery afoot. I sighed heavily, which turned into a bit of a gurgle through the brimful liquid in my mouth. “Danielle,” I grumbled, “wha’ ith - agh!” Trying to speak had sent another waterfall over the edge of my lip and all down my front. “Ohh, that’s horrible!” I laughed, jumping to my feet as I desperately wiped at my mouth again with one hand and my shirt with the other, leaving my Switch lying forgotten on the couch. “What is this? We’re not even in trance! Why - why, Dani? Just why?”

I felt my disgruntled grin melt into a demure little pout. “Good girls drool,” Danielle declared primly, punctuating the statement by releasing another trickle over our lip.

“Good - what?!” I spluttered.

“Good girls drool,” she reiterated. “So we always have a nice, wet mouth for Master.”

I shuddered, my cheeks burning, my flustered smile growing wider against my volition. “Ohhh, I don’t like that at all,” I mumbled, well aware that she could feel my insincerity. (It’s hard to lie to someone living inside your brain!) “I’m guessing this is something he taught you while I was away?”

She nodded. More dribbles escaped. “Master taught me some important rules when you were on your brain-cation.” She smiled craftily. “I guess if you’d read my chapter, you’d have known about them, right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said wearily. I couldn’t deny her point. My overwhelming desire not to know what was being done with my body while I wasn’t inhabiting it had come back to bite me. Now I had an alter-ego whose idea of a fun pastime was to soak our shirts with saliva. And I was already such a drooler - this would only make things worse. I went through shirts so fast when we were having trancey fun, and now I had to contend with Dani drenching them even when we were wide awake! And I couldn’t do anything to stop her. Resigning myself to having a wet shirt and a slavering mouth, I got myself a fresh glass of water so I could periodically replenish the hydration I was losing. Then I went back to playing my game, my legs crossed to suppress my throbbing arousal as I continued to feel droplets dribbling down my chin and onto my chest.

Very mean. Very embarrassing. Very hot.

In that moment, I foolishly imagined this was the worst/best unforeseen consequence of permanent coexistence with Danielle. I was proven wrong the following afternoon, when I discovered the other ‘important rule’ she’d learned when I’d been having my four-day-long nap in the collar...

***

It was late in the afternoon. Once again I was home alone, and had decided to have a nap, lying on the couch with an armrest for my cushion. Although I’d had plenty of couch naps before, I found I couldn’t get comfortable, no matter how much I tossed and turned. Moreover, I was perplexed to find myself getting turned on.

As mysterious as my sudden libido was, I’d been pretty permanently aroused since I’d first been hypnotised, which was almost a year ago now. I just tried to ignore it and keep trying to get to sleep, but I kept growing more and more distracted and horny. (Hornstracted? Distornied? Hordisted?? Some things just aren’t meant to be portmanteau’d, I guess...) I was pretty much on the verge of admitting defeat, gasping and whimpering, when all abruptly became clear to me, as my back-seat driver decided to let me become aware of the hand she’d shoved down the front of our ripped denim shorts, its middle finger insistently rubbing our clit.

“Fu-uck,” I whined. “Danielle...”

“Wh-what’s the matter, Alyssa?” she asked innocently, though I felt our lips twitch into a naughty smile.

“What - why - why are y-uhhngh...” Cut off by a surge of arousal, my back arched and my eyes rolled, my mouth open wide. I stayed in that position for a long few seconds, my alter-ego still avidly jilling us off, before slumping back down onto the cushions below.

“You were just lying there,” Danielle said, her tone still light and benign. “And I wanted to play, I wanted to touch... I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“Uh, well... I don’t m-mind, exactly, but - b-but...” I trailed off, staring blankly at the back of the couch as my short-circuiting brain fought to think of a genuine objection, diddled senseless once more by my own fingers moving outside my control.

Fuck it. Why was I even protesting? This was half the fun of having a horny slavegirl in my body. I could always nap after I came.

“No, I don’t mind,” I grinned, gasping as our fingers vigorously caressed our ripple, making wet snick sounds as they glided through the folds. Our other hand clutched at our tits through our dark blue T-shirt (which I’d deliberately chosen because I’d figured it’d hide drool stains better). “I, I don’t mind at all... You do you, D-Dani... or do us, I guess!”

She giggled triumphantly. “Good girl...”

“Nnff!” Oh yeah, I’d forgotten we could do that. Fantastic.

As she slid our fingers inside us, I mumbled, “Good girl, Dani.” Our body bucked and writhed, both of us crying out in unison as the trigger, and our fingers fucking us, took us right to the edge.

It was a while before I realised we weren’t getting any further than that. We were on the point of release, our body straining, our back arched, our head sinking deep into the armrest like it was trying to tunnel through it. Our eyes had been tightly shut, but I eventually forced them open, staring at the ceiling in bewilderment. “Wh-what’s going on?” I groaned. “Why - why can’t I c-”

“I don’t need to cum,” Dani interrupted, a serene smile spreading across our face as she kept on sticking us real good with our fingers. “Edging’s much more fun.”

My eyes went wide with horror. “What?!” I squeaked. “N-no, that’s - what d’you -”

“I don’t need to cum,” she repeated, whispering the words lovingly, as if they were some kind of prayer. “Edging’s much more fun!”

“Bu-but I need to cum!” I whimpered. “Pl-please, Dani, I have to...”

“No, you don’t,” she insisted, still beaming rapturously. “You don’t need to cum. Edging’s... mmm... much more fun...”

“Ohhh... oh, I’m-a kill him! C’mon, Dani, you - you can’t just w-work me up like this and not... not let me-ee...” Our fingers twitched inside us, rubbing the deepest darkest spot they could reach, taking us so, so fucking close... “Pleeeease,” I cried.

“W-we don’t need to cum! Ehh... edging’s... m-much more fun...”

“Fuuuck.”

I tried to force us over the edge. I tried to seize back control of my hands. I tried to make us cum, to make our body respond to her touch, to trigger the release I desperately craved through force of will. It was useless. I had no force of will. I couldn’t control our body at all. I could only lie there as Dani fingered us to oblivion, over and over again, her technique varying from one edge to the next, never ever allowing us past the brink of ecstasy.

An eternity later, I heard the front door thud shut. “Heeelp,” I wailed. I was an exhausted, sweaty mess, my shirt and shorts each soaked in a different kind of drool. Dani was stroking our sensitive labia towards yet another edge.

Our partners loomed over us. “Aww, look at the state of her!” Jelly Doll sniggered. “D’you think we made a mistake leaving them alone together?”

“I’m not seeing a problem,” Richard chuckled.

“I hate you,” I groaned.

“Aw, what’s the matter, AJ?”

I gritted my teeth. “Think you know... Can’t cum... She won’t let me... She won’t stop...”

He patted me on my sticky head. “Poor thing. How long have you been there, edging your brains out?”

“F-fuck knows.”

“Do you want to cum?”

“Yes,” I shrieked. “For God’s sake, Rich, please -”

“I was talking to Danielle,” he smirked. “Do you want to cum, Dani?”

She shook our head frantically. “N-no, Master! I don’t need to cum! Edging’s much more fun...”

He shrugged and grinned. “Well, there you are then, Alyssa. We did say we’d accommodate her.” As I glared up at him, he added, “Colour check?”

“Lime,” I blurted without thinking, and promptly forgot I’d said it.

“How many edges have you had, Dani?” Jelly asked.

She giggled. “I dunno! N-numbers are hard...”

Jelly shot an amused look at Richard. “I forgot how dumb she was! Guess I should ask AJ...”

“Don’t bother,” I grumbled. “Lost count.” Even as I said that, the next was rushing up to meet us, our fingers massaging our ripple with increasing velocity. They stood and watched delightedly as we shuddered our way through yet another edge.

“And stop, Danielle,” Richard said at last, taking hold of our wrist.

“Yes, Master,” she said meekly, allowing him to pull our hand out of our ruined shorts.

I lay panting, covered in sweat, saliva and, uh, raspberry syrup (if you know, you know), half-mad with arousal, sobbing weakly. When I eventually hauled myself upright, my partners, noticing how utterly broken I was, offered me comforting hugs. “No, no, no, don’t even touch me right now,” I laughed feebly. While I appreciated the gesture, in my overstimulated state I feared even the slightest touch might make me edge again.

Instead I got up and staggered away to have a shower, during which I determinedly retained self-control. (Although I needn’t have worried, because Dani was still obeying Richard’s command to stop.) I did have a little cathartic cry while I was in there, but I don’t want you guys to worry. As infuriating as that experience was - and is, every time the dumbo decides to do a repeat performance - I not-so-secretly loved it. I felt so helpless... so hot... Just when I’d thought I couldn’t get any more controlled, any more defeated, I’d effectively - if accidentally - given up my orgasms (just as Jelly Doll had done, with her freezegasm trigger).

I wiped my tears away as the water ran over my flesh, washing me clean. “I’m fucked,” I murmured.

My mouth twisted into a manic grin, and it was entirely my own.