“The one upside to this,” I sniggered, as my hands traced around my bare breasts, “is that you look even stupider than I do!”

“Worth it,” Richard laughed, continuing to move his own hands in circles over his chest.

We were standing in the living room facing each other, a few feet apart. He was fully dressed, in navy blue shorts and a light grey T-shirt with a picture of the TARDIS on the front. I wore nothing except my collar and, weirdly, my socks - he’d had Danielle strip, but told her to leave the socks on. (No actual reason for this, but he sometimes likes to mix things up by having me in various states of undress, not just buck naked!) He’d then started this little puppeteering act, having Danielle mirror his movements, with me forced to come along for the ride. As I’d remarked, this meant that to get me to do the kind of lewd poses and movements he enjoys so much, he has to do them too. Which makes him look like a bit of a tit.

“Wait ’til I tell the whole world,” I teased him, as he tweaked his own nipples through his shirt, and my hands perfectly mimicked him. Suppressing a gasp of arousal, I continued, “I think I’ll call this story, ‘Dumb Hypnotist Does Dumb Things’.”

“Come on,” he laughed, as his hands stroked his neck, and mine caressed mine. “You’re much more eloquent than that - you can come up with a better title! I liked the last one - ‘Trying is Really Hard’, with ‘is’ in brackets? Clever as hell.”

I grinned at the flattery, even as I sighed at him making my hands cradle my face. “Alright... How about ‘I Don’t Think, But He Doesn’t Think Things Through’?”

“Harsh! I’ll have you know I thought this through perfectly.” He waggled his eyebrows mischievously. I didn’t copy this - I still had control of my face and voice, though Danielle was manoeuvring the rest of me. “I’ve half a mind to punish you for being so rude to your Master...”

Before I could brat and deny he was my Master, he reached down and tickled his own torso through his shirt. Naturally, my fingers followed suit, and I squealed as they danced over my ribs. My body shook and shuddered as I stared at Richard through teary eyes, unable to divert my gaze from him (as that would mean I wouldn’t be able to see the moves he was making), giggling and screaming helplessly as he guided my hands down to my belly button. “Nooooo!” I cried, in a very high-pitched voice that, in my opinion, doesn’t suit me at all (but kinda does suit Danielle).

Finally he ceased the tickle attack, holding out his - and therefore my - hands in a French maid pose, palms held flat in mid-air and pointed out from the hips. I couldn’t help laughing again at the sight of him, even as I mirrored him. “Punish me for saying it all you want - you look like a total dork!”

“Maybe I am one,” he remarked, grinning and nodding in the mildest of concessions. “But what are you?”

My snarky smile vanished, replaced by Danielle’s standard wide-eyed look of subservience. “I am your slave, Master,” she said eagerly. “I will obey.”

He grinned smugly as I regained control of myself - or my face and voice, anyway - and rolled my eyes. “Great. So now you don’t even have to say her name to get her to come out?”

“I may have modified that trigger slightly,” he admitted, getting that sly look again. “And it’s not the only one. I tinkered with another as well...”

“Oh God,” I groaned, though I was unable to disguise my growing smile of anticipation. “What have you done now?”

He feigned a look of confusion. “But, AJ - don’t you remember? We talked about it earlier, after all - in fact, we’ve discussed it at length!”

I raised my eyebrows. “Discussed what?” I said exasperatedly. “What did you obviously make me forget about this time?!”

He chuckled, one of his hands reaching down the front of his shorts and beginning to move inside. My corresponding hand slid between my thighs and began teasing my slick pussy.

“Danielle, stay in that position and continue rubbing yourself, regardless of what I do,” he commanded my alter-ego.

“Yes, Master!” she replied, grinning excitedly.

As I moaned and uncontrollably teased myself, my left hand still pointing out from my side, Richard took his hand out of his pants and walked towards me. I took a deep breath, trying to brace myself for whatever he was about to do. (Side note: It’s very hard to brace yourself when you’re masturbating.) He reached out and ran a hand through my thick hair, which only added to the pleasure I felt.

“Ready?” he said with a smirk.

I mustered a last spark of defiance. “Does it matter if I say no?”

“Not really. Switch.”

Continuing to rub myself, I waited for something to happen, looking down at myself to try to spot something different. “OK, what did you do?” I asked finally. “I don’t feel anything...”

“Of course you don’t. It hasn’t happened yet.” He smiled maliciously. “But it will the next time I talk to Danielle.”

I stared at him apprehensively. “Then, uh, I’d very much like you to not talk to her, please and thank you!”

His smile just grew broader.

I shivered nervously, averting my gaze. “OK, come on man, have mercy, please! Don’t be mean to your poor, helpless girlfrie-”

“Danielle, what will you do for me?” he interrupted.

“Anything, Master,” she said brightly.

A second passed. Then two. I twigged what had happened well before Danielle the Dumbass did.

“Master,” she said slowly, with a curious smile, “why am I still out?”

Yeah, what the fuck?! I wanted to yell. But I couldn’t make a sound, or the slightest facial expression. I couldn’t so much as twitch an eyebrow.

“Well, it’s simple,” he said patiently, patting Danielle on the head. “Before I used the trigger, Alyssa was in the ‘driving seat’ of your body, and you were the passenger. You could see and hear everything she saw and heard, but couldn’t act yourself - unless I spoke directly to you. The only control you had over your shared body was the control I gave you.

“But now, I’ve swapped you around! So you’re driving, and Alyssa’s stuck in the passenger seat at the back of your head, unable to speak or affect your body in any way - unless I talk to her, of course! And she has to watch helplessly as I control and command you...”

Danielle whimpered, speeding up the movement of our fingers in our pussy. “That’s so hot, Master!”

Oh, come on! I groaned soundlessly. This is too mean!

“And do you notice that you can hear her in your mind?” He sniggered. “Probably complaining loudly like a brat, trying to pretend she doesn’t find this just as hot as you do?”

“Yes, Master,” Danielle giggled. “I can hear her!”

“What’s she saying?”

Tell him he’s a fuckin’ asshole, Danielle!

She blushed. “I don’t want to say it, Master - she’s being really rude about you!”

He laughed. “That does not surprise me! Work yourself up to the brink of orgasm, slave.”

“Yes, Master,” she mewled, massaging our clit with even more vigour.

“You can move normally now, and use your other hand.”

“Yes, Master...” She groped our tits with our left hand, letting out a series of unabashed moans. Our middle finger spiralled around our clit, which pulsated ecstatically.

Oh, fuck, I whimpered. Oh God, keep going, Dani - right there, yes, fuck yes...

“Stop.”

Nooooo!

“Yes, Master,” Danielle said breathlessly, our hands freezing where they were.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

“Yes, Master.” Withdrawing our hands from our erogenous zones, she dutifully clasped them together behind our back, standing at attention.

“Alyssa? How you doing, babe?”

My eyes widened, as I felt myself regain control. “Fuck you, dude!” I blurted without preamble, prompting a loud chortle from Richard. “I was so close! Whyyyyyy?”

As I finished speaking, I immediately felt control slip away again. I didn’t even have time to make a noise of complaint as our face settled back into Danielle’s subservient smile. She giggled. “Alyssa doesn’t sound happy, Master! I think she really wanted to cum...”

“Yeah, I think you’re right about that, Dani!” As we watched, he walked over to the couch and sat down. Picking up the remote, he turned on the TV. “Go and get me a snack and a glass of water, slave,” he ordered, without looking at us. “Oh, and a glass for yourself - you need to hydrate after that edge.”

“Yes, Master,” Danielle said placidly.

Oh, great. So now I’m locked away and turned into a helpless observer, he’s gonna have Danielle wait on him hand and foot? Typical... (Spoiler alert: there was plenty of her waiting on him, but that certainly wasn’t all he used her for that night.)

As I fumed impotently at the back of our head, Danielle obediently trotted off to the kitchen to get her Master’s refreshments.