Figured it was time for an update from Dumbass Corner, so here you go! Like last time, Danielle wrote this the same day and we held it back until the right place in the timeline. I haven’t read it, I don’t know what she wrote, I do not want to know, I’m going to try to publish it without catching a glimpse of anything.

Over to you, Dani...

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Hi, guys!! They’re letting me write another chapter! I can hardly believe it. Guess the last one I wrote wasn’t so bad, huh?

OK so, so since last time, me and Alyssa have been sharing a body! I didn’t expect that to happen, and I definitely wasn’t pushing for that, even though I really wanted to stick around. But she wanted to give me a chance to live like a person. When she’s not acting like a brat, I swear, she’s the nicest person in the world. I mean, who else would let a dumb slavegirl like me live in their body full-time? I love her so much!

It’s been a wonderful few weeks, or months, or something. (Sorry, I’m still very bad at telling time, and counting. I know it’s been a while though.) I get to hang out with Alyssa all the time - though for most of it I just chill out at the back of our head, because she’s around people who don’t know about me and wouldn’t ‘get it’, like family or friends or people at the restaurant where she works. It’s so great that I can be there, though, and watch her work and talk to people and just... live. And I see and hear and feel everything just as she does, so it’s like it’s me doing it all - except I have no control over my body. She’s told you how it feels for her when I’m in the ‘driving seat’, so I’m sure you get how it feels for me too.

We have just started trying a little ‘experiment’ though, as she calls it. (Me? Doing science?? Who saw that coming?!) She likes being a waitress enough, she says, but it’d be so much easier if she didn’t have to do all the hard parts - if she could just do the talking to people parts, it’d be much better. So, we’ve been trying this thing where I’m in control of our body, and I do all the walking around and carrying food and drinks to people’s tables, and she’s in control of our face and voice, so she talks to everyone. I’ve seen her at work enough times to know what to do - and besides, she’s still there, and she can tell me what to do if I don’t know (by thinking at me, not speaking out loud, because that’d look weird). Turns out, I’m a pretty good waitress! I guess that’s because it’s just another kind of service, which was what I was made for, after all.

We had a shift today, at lunch - it was pretty busy and hard work, but we got a lot of tips. We walked home, because it’s really not that far away from the restaurant - like, five minutes. (I think. Again, bad at time-telling!!) It was a nice sunny day earlier, but on the way home it suddenly went all cloudy, and then started pouring with rain! Alyssa was as surprised as me, and we ran the rest of the way. By the time we got back to our apartment, we were soaking wet. And not in the fun way.

Jelly Doll was on her way out to work at the clinic literally just as we got home - we basically met on the doorstep. Unlike us, she was ready for the bad weather - she had a raincoat, and a dark blue umbrella. “You look like a drowned rat,” she sniggered, stepping in close to give us a quick kiss on the lips.

“You look like a silly toy pretending to be a person,” Alyssa replied, and winked at her. That was all she needed to say to put Jelly back in her place!

The blushing doll said goodbye to us and left, and we went inside and found Master. Alyssa immediately ran over to him and gave him a big, wet, squishy hug. “Agh, geroff,” he chuckled, trying to push us away while she clung on tight to him. I was too busy laughing along with her to try to stop her.

She changed into dry clothes - a comfy grey sweatshirt and sweatpants. She was going to pick out some panties to go with them, but I made it slip her mind. I love being able to do that. Not only can I do things without her noticing, but I can secretly change her thoughts a little bit. Not hugely, like, I can’t make her suddenly think raw onions are her favourite food or something. (Maybe Master can, though...) But I can give her a nudge. Just little things, like making her forget to put on underwear.

Anyway, even though I love getting to experience Alyssa’s public life, I obviously like it better when we’re at home, because I can actually talk to her aloud - and to Master and Jelly Doll. And I can do things. Like I say, I can do stuff without Alyssa knowing about it - silly stuff, sexy stuff, or even just things like making food or doing the dishes. She doesn’t want to do those things, and I don’t mind, so I often wake up in the morning before she does and get us some breakfast. I like being helpful.

I also like being naughty. She came back out and sat on the couch, and started talking to Master, telling him all about our day. She didn’t realise that I’d started feeling pretty horny, ever since I’d made her forget to put on panties. While she kept chatting, I snuck our hand down the front of our sweatpants and started to play with our ripple.

He noticed what I was doing, and grinned. And she noticed that.

“What?” she asked, narrowing our eyes at him.

“Nothing,” he said, trying to look innocent. As he said it, I sent some nice relaxing ‘believe him, everything is normal’ vibes into her mind.

She bought it - kinda. “I’m just always suspicious of you these days,” she laughed.

“Well, with good reason,” he said, with that sexy evil grin of his.

She sat up straighter all of a sudden, remembering something. “Oh hey, before I forget, Adam messaged me earlier. He’s coming back to LA next week, and he and Tyrone want to meet up with us.”

Friends! I sped up my strokes of our slit. Adam is one of Alyssa’s best friends, but he’s been out of the city on an acting project since before I was created, so I’ve never met him or his boyfriend. I can’t wait!

“Oh, nice!” Master said, doing a good job of looking at our eyes instead of our moving hand. “Yeah, I’m up for that, it’s been a minute since we’ve seen them.”

“I know, right? Adam hasn’t even met Jelly yet.” She paused. “Well, he kinda has. They were both in an episode of a TV show one time, but they didn’t t-talk much.” She shuddered a little. I was still teasing and toying while she talked, of course, and she still had no idea, even though we were getting hornier every second.

“When do they want to get together?”

“Uhh - T-Tuesday? Nnn - no wait, Thursday...” We were so turned on now, Alyssa was getting distracted and confused without knowing why. She fanned our face with our free hand.

Master raised an eyebrow. “It’s well hot, innit?”

“Oh my God, you have never sounded more British,” she spluttered.

He chuckled along with her. “Y’alright, mate?” he said, in that stronger accent he was doing. “It’s fuckin’ well hot! You’re ’avin’ a giraffe.”

“Who are you, Dick Van Dyke?!”

I’m honestly impressed she could still be so bratty while I was masturbating harder and harder, spiralling our fingers around and around our clit. I’d even started groping our boobs through our sweatshirt. But apart from the few times when she got interrupted by a moan or a whimper, she was talking pretty normally. To be fair, that was exactly what I wanted...

Master grinned. “I can keep going with the accent, if you like.”

“Not if you want me to put out tonight,” Alyssa snickered.

“What’s the matter, AJ? Not hot for the Cockney?” He winked.

“Oh, Jesus. You may never see me naked again now,” she joked. I felt it was my job to immediately prove her wrong about that, so I lifted up our top to flash our tits, giving Master my sexiest smile.

“Damn,” he laughed. “I did one bad pun too many. Knew it’d happen one day...”

“Yep, over the line.” Alyssa turned my sexy smile into a bratty grin. “Juuust pushed it one step too far! N-now you’ve lost me...” Her breath caught as I slid our fingers inside our ripple.

“I can’t believe you would punish me like this.”

“Ah, shut up, man,” she gasped, our back arching as we got closer and closer. “You’ll h-have to f-find someone - nnn - who app - uhhngh - appreciates really shitty jokes -”

Once the edge had passed, she kept trying to chat with Master, and be snarky and make fun of him and generally be her hilarious badly-behaved self. It was hard though, because I kept edging - now that we’d had one, we stayed so aroused that more happened really fast. I barely even had to do anything, especially with how sensitive our pussy got after the first two or three. Our sweatshirt had a big drool patch on it by now - which I liked, because good girls drool, so it showed what a good girl I am - but it was in the way of our hand, so I took it off.

Alyssa still didn’t know any of this was happening. As far as she knew, she was fully clothed and talking normally with Master, and not even about anything to do with hypnokink. She had no idea how much trouble she was having holding a conversation, how many times she was being interrupted by overwhelming pleasure. “Danielle, you’re such a good girl for not letting AJ realise what’s going on,” he told me.

I shook with pleasure, his praise bringing me to another edge. “Th-thank you, Mast-uhhh!”

“Why don’t you go and get your collar, Dani?”

“Yesss, Master,” I sighed happily.

As I scurried quickly over to the bookshelf in the corner, where our collar lived in its box, Alyssa kept talking over our shoulder. (She thought she was still on the couch. I love that. It’s so great that I can basically leave her behind, while I go and do something for Master.)

“So you’re free Thursday evening?” she asked.

“Yeah, I am. Dunno about Jelly though...”

“I’m pretty sure she is, but we’ll check with her later,” she mumbled, as I opened the box and took out the collar, running our fingers over its smooth leather surface. I felt a little shiver of nerves, even though we don’t use it to take me out of our body any more. (We have talked about giving Alyssa another brain-cation at some point, though...) Nowadays we just wear it because it looks pretty, and it makes us feel even more owned and docile and subby. (Even Alyssa, though she tries not to admit it!)

I came back over to Master, clutching the collar in our hand, and he spread his legs and pointed down to the floor. I may be dumb, but not so much that I can’t follow a clear instruction like that, especially since he’s the one who puts our collar on us whenever he can. Handing it to him, I sat down in the spot between his feet, facing away from him, and gathered up all our masses of hair in our hands, holding it all up out of the way.

“Alright then,” he said as he slipped the collar around our neck and buckled it in place, resting comfortably against our skin. “Thursday night, locked in. Looking forward to it.”

“Me too!” Alyssa said happily, as I swivelled around and kneeled between his feet, resting our head on his thigh and gazing up at him with big wide eyes. He grinned down at us and gave us headpats, running his fingers through our hair and rubbing the top of our forehead with his thumb, which felt lovely.

“So, what d’you want to do this afternoon?” he asked.

She shrugged, while I started to gently paw at his crotch. “I dunno. What do you want to do with me?” She gave him a naughty smile and waggled our eyebrows at him.

He raised his own eyebrows. “Oh, are we in the mood for some shenanigans, AJ?”

“Maybe. I mean, I could be persuaded to. If you’re very, very lucky...” She was backtracking, trying to pretend like she didn’t want to be entranced and mindfucked, even though it was obvious - even to a stupid slave like me - that she really really really did.

I slid our head further up his leg, getting our face closer and closer to his tasty-looking bulge. He tugged down the front of his shorts, and his big hard cock sprang out to meet me, just as excited to see me as I was to see it.

I didn’t waste any time. I kissed his tip, and then slowly eased our lips over it and up his shaft, sucking softly and gently.

“Well, that shouldn’t be too difficult,” Master teased. “I’m very good at persuading you of things, after all...”

She rolled our eyes at him, our mouth still full of his dick.

“Ah, c’mon, you know it’s true,” he chortled, cradling the back of our head in his hand as it bobbed up and down. “I’m so good at convincing you, making you believe anything I want - and you’re so easy to persuade...” I came up for air with a pop, and she shot him another glare, but couldn’t help smiling, because she knew he was right. “So easily led, so good at being influenced and manipulated, at letting me shape and distort your reality until you stumble past the point of no return...”

“Oh, I am so far past the point of no return,” she giggled. “I’ve totally given up on knowing what’s going on at any given moment.” She blushed deeply, but kept going. “Reality is whatever you tell me it is, and I have to just go ahead and deal with that. We could be having sex right now, and I’d have no idea.” Then I ran our tongue along the underside of Master’s cock, from the very back all the way to the tip.

He let out a soft moan, and I buzzed with happiness, knowing I was making my Master feel so, so good. “Exactly.” He smiled at us, running his hand through our hair. “Because you’re a very good girl.”

We whimpered at the wave of pleasure rushing through us, which Alyssa was actually aware of for once. “I’m a very foolish girl,” she sighed, rubbing one of our boobs through the sweatshirt she thought we were still wearing. “I must be, to let you tie my brain in knots!”

That was all the bratting she managed before Master’s hand tightened its grip in our hair, gently pushing our head down again until his delicious cock slipped back into our warm, wet, drooly mouth.

I had another edge just from giving Master a blowjob. I wasn’t even touching myself - our hands were on the couch and his thigh, holding us steady. It just felt so fucking amazing to serve him, to be used by him, to kneel in front of him and let him fuck our face, his hand in our hair... and to do it all while Alyssa knew absolutely nothing about it.

I dutifully swallowed his cum when he filled our mouth, and then I was his footrest for a little bit, while he cleaned himself up with the wet wipes we always keep in the living room (for ‘sexy emergencies’ like this, so he says). He turned on the TV, which we could see from where we were if we lifted our head up. Watching The Simpsons (which Master picked at random from what was on) gave Alyssa something else to think she was doing, while she was still sitting on the couch in her mind.

Our eyes were on the screen, but I wasn’t really concentrating on the show - I was too dreamy and happy, too submissive and horny. I was so proud of the blowjob I’d given my Master. I’d been such a good girl. I loved being owned by him, being used by him... being his obedient slave, his edging plaything, his warm cocksleeve, his drooling footstool... I would’ve stayed there on all fours for the whole night if he’d wanted me to.

But he let me up in the end, after talking to Alyssa about me writing another chapter. She thought it was a fun idea too, and even agreed that I could write it straight away, even though she didn’t know why. “We shouldn’t leave it too late, because you’re so brainless, you might forget some details,” he told me. I nodded my agreement as he helped me to my feet.

So off I went to write it all down - and here we are, all finished! Now I just need to let Alyssa back into the driving seat, and she’ll get it ready for you guys to see it. She still hasn’t got a clue what happened earlier. She’s been, like, half-asleep in the back of our head since I started writing, not paying attention to any of it. She knows I’m telling you about sexy stuff we’ve been doing, but she doesn’t know I’ve got anything to tell you from today. I wonder if she’ll ever realise she hasn’t been having the casual, uneventful afternoon she thinks she has...