I drifted, insensate, in that peaceful, dark void, for what felt like an eternity - I had no concept of time there. It felt like a deep, dreamless sleep that went on and on and on...

Until I heard the words: “Three... two... one... wake.”

It took what felt like an aeon for me to muster the strength to lift my eyelids. My eyeballs rolled in their sockets as I finally did so, struggling to focus for an embarrassing number of seconds. My thoughts felt slow and sticky, like they were moving through a river of treacle someone poured into my head through my ear.

As my dazed vision gradually became clearer, I saw Richard’s head looming above me. At the same time, I started to grow more aware of my surroundings. I was lying on the couch with my head resting in his lap, naked, but with a blanket wrapped around me. My arms and legs were partly folded into my torso, putting me in kind of a half-foetal position. He was wearing shorts but no shirt, and his right arm was lying across my covered chest, his hand cradling my face.

I gazed up at him, my mind still moving too sluggishly for me to muster so much as a word, let alone my usual hilarious banter. Eventually I tried to speak, but all that came out was, “Muhh... whuh? Guh...”

He chuckled fondly, stroking my cheek. “Take your time, love.”

“Whuh hap’n,” I mumbled, squeezing my eyes shut and nestling my head against his leg.

“Do you remember Danielle hypnotising you?”

I concentrated furiously for a few long seconds. “Umm... yeah.”

“So when I got home, I put her in trance too, and I took the collar off. But it wasn’t her mind inside it - it was yours.”

As my dim brain slowly registered that information, my eyes widened. “Mmm... my mind? In the collar?” I whispered, awestruck.

“Yep.”

I reeled for a moment from this revelation, and the implications that came from it. Although those implications took ages to enter my mind...

“Huh... whe- how long for? How long was I... gone?” I eventually asked. God, it felt like I’d been gone for hours and hou-

“Four days.”

I blinked stupidly. “Four days,” I echoed, not even managing to make it sound like a question.

He grinned down at me. “Yep. Four days.”

I stared into space, pondering this. Four days. Four days with my mind removed from my body, magically encapsulated within the leather collar, stored away in a box on a shelf in the corner of our living room. Four days with Danielle in complete control of our body - and Richard in complete control of her. Four days in which he and Jelly could have done anything with Dani - with my body - and I’d have no way of knowing, or intervening, because I wasn’t there, I was in a collar in a box on a shelf, out of reach, helpless and drifting...

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Almost without thinking about it (because thinking was still a struggle), my hand dove between my legs, and I started touching myself as I gaped up at my boyfriend. As soon as I started, I could feel that my pussy had been used very, very recently. Danielle had been playing with herself - or Richard had been playing with her... “Uhhh,” I moaned, writhing beneath the blanket.

He chuckled. “It was a great week, to be fair. We had a lot of fun with Danielle! Jelly couldn’t stick around this evening to watch you two get switched back - she had to work - but she made a lot of use of our slavegirl earlier...”

That only made me squirm harder.

Four days. Four days out of my own head. No wonder it was so hard to think! We’d never done anything like this before - we’d never had me under the influence of any complex suggestions for such a long time. It seemed to have been a success, though. If anything had gone wrong during that time, Richard hadn’t mentioned...

I frowned, suddenly realising something. “W-wait, four days... That’s almost all my time off used up! I’ve only got...” My mouth hung open for a moment as I tried to remember how many days off from work I still had. “Two. Two days left.”

“Sorry, babe,” he laughed. “That was why we picked this week, though - four days as Danielle, followed by two days to recuperate. And by ‘we’, I mean you and me. We did plan this all out in advance, as usual, and then I made you forget...”

I grumbled like I didn’t believe that, although I did. If it hadn’t been true, my subconscious wouldn’t have gone along with it. Even with my mind ostensibly removed from my body, there’s always a little piece of me left behind - the piece that can use safewords. But at that moment, with my treacle-brain, it was hard to remember even that...

We stayed there in silence for a long moment, me lying on his lap trying to order my thoughts, him stroking my hair and face in a distractingly lovely way. He eventually leaned down and gave me a forehead kiss (cute) and asked, “You good, AJ?”

“Mmuh,” I managed. Blushing, I covered my face with my hands. “Struggly!” I giggled weakly. “Hard to think...”

“How do you feel?”

“My thoughts feel... sticky. Like they’re swimming in treacle, and they can’t... move through it.” I waved my hand in the air to demonstrate thoughts trying to swim with difficulty.

“Treacle, huh?” he said, with that mischievous grin I’d come to crave, I mean dread.

“Mm. Feels like it.” I rubbed my temples, trying to stimulate my brain a little. It did not help much.

“Sure it’s not something else?”

Ordinarily I’m quicker on the uptake when he’s being evil and sneaky, but like I say, slow-mo brain. So it took a few long seconds for me to twig what he’d said and glare at him suspiciously. “What you do?”

“Oh, not me - it was all Danielle.” He leaned down conspiratorially, as if confiding a secret. “You see, she knew you were coming out of the collar this evening, so she had this idea. She’s been doing a lot of masturbating this week, mostly for my enjoyment, and sometimes she’s being using certain objects...”

I shuddered, thinking of the handful of sex toys in the bottom drawer of our bedside table. Which ones had Danielle used? (Would it be quicker to rule out the ones she hadn’t used?)

“But this evening, just before I brought you back and put her away, she decided to use something a little unusual to get herself off.” He paused here to let me try to guess, smirking gleefully.

I just kept staring at him blankly. I felt like I knew the answer on some level, but it just wouldn’t come to me. My brain wouldn’t co-operate.

“She used the collar,” Richard said at last. “She took it out of its box, and rubbed it on her pussy.”

I was absolutely thunderstruck. Danielle fucked herself with the collar... while my mind was inside it...

“It was quite a sight, I’ve gotta say - her on the couch, her legs up at her sides, masturbating with the collar, slipping the leather strap between her pussy lips... And she knew you were in there, of course, which must’ve added to it for her - I think it was the horniest I’d seen her all week, and that was saying something!”

“Hunngh!” I whimpered, clutching at myself desperately. I had a good idea of how she must’ve felt!

“And because she’d been such a good girl for four long days, I decided to let her cum,” he said with a wide, wide grin. “All over the collar.”

All over my mind.

Danielle came on the collar, with my mind inside. She soaked my thoughts in her juices - in my juices... It wasn’t treacle in my head, it was cum. I’d been literally mindfucked, by my alter-ego, using my own pussy.

I practically threw the blanket off myself. “Fuck me,” I gasped. “Fuck me, right fucking now...”

Spluttering with laughter, he scrambled out from under me, as I sat up to make it easier for him. “You sure? You’ve been back for like, ten minutes, and you still seem pretty out of it...”

“Don’t care,” I grunted, lying flat on the couch and spreading my legs wide. “So fucking hot - need your dick. Dick me now.”

Almost crying with mirth at this point, he nonetheless yanked his shorts down and clambered on top of me, his cock already erect and eager. I moaned like a trombone as he entered me, eyes rolling in my skull, hands clutching my tits. Feeling him take hold of my waist as he began to hump me, I hooked my legs around his back, pulling him towards me, pushing him further inside me, accelerating his speed.

I was in a frenzy, my cum-soaked brain focused on only one thing - getting him deep inside me, having him thrust within me over and over again until I either erupted in orgasm or lost my mind completely. I didn’t want to take it slowly or easily. I didn’t know how much my body had been used and abused in recent days, but I didn’t care. I wanted to fuck, and cum, hard and fast.

And we did - within like three minutes, Richard let out an almighty moan, and I felt his release inside me. The cool cum lacing my pussy pushed me over the edge too, shuddering violently, the ecstasy so strong I couldn’t make a sound until it subsided, my mouth wide, my eyes tightly shut.

In the afterglow, Richard sat back up on the couch, though on the other end now, while I still lay spreadeagled across it, my legs across his lap this time. “If this is how you’re gonna be after a mental holiday,” he panted, “you’ve got to have more of them!”

I gurgled with laughter. “Dah - yeah, buh,” I spluttered, my mental faculties diminished all over again after the latest orgasm, while my brain was still suffering the effects of the preceding one.

He sniggered. “You should go take a shower, love. Your body needs it, and your brain probably does too! Wash the cum out of there...”

“Mm,” I mumbled, sitting up shakily, eyes half-closed. Arms held out on either side of myself in case I fell, I staggered away to the bathroom.

Within minutes I was standing under a cold shower - feet together, arms by my sides, head bowed, letting the water pour directly onto the top of my head and cascade over my body. Unlike that one time Richard gave me a ‘brainwashing shower’ suggestion (back in the mental montage chapter of Exploring Together), the water was restoring some coherency to my scattered thoughts. As he’d said, it felt like the thick layer of pussy juice coating the inside of my head was being gradually washed away, trickling out of my ears. I could think more clearly by the second.

But although I soon gained enough focus to start actually cleaning myself, going through the usual practical motions of washing my body, I still couldn’t get past the mental image, the sensationally erotic idea, of my mind being drenched in my own cum. On some level I knew that it didn’t make any sense at all, that it wasn’t real, that it was all part of the complex hypnotic suggestion... But none of my other levels gave a shit, because it was one of the hottest fucking things we’d ever done. On top of that, it was the only part of the last four days I knew about. The rest were a mystery to me.

***

And they remain a mystery to this day!

I’ve told you guys in the past that Richard usually brings back all my memories after we play out a scene, even if it takes an entire day - or a couple of days - to get to that point. But after this insane week, I decided to relax that rule a little. The thing is, I trust Richard, and Jelly, not to take advantage of me, or cross any of my boundaries. Even if they did, that safeword part of my brain is always there to rescue me. And not remembering what I’ve been doing is so fucking hot. So I told them that, unless there was something I wanted to keep, or if something went wrong that I needed to know about, I didn’t need to remember everything any more - starting with my little brain-cation. Richard has offered to give me those memories back more than once since then, but I’ve always turned him down.

I do know it was fun, though. Just like that safeword part of me is always there, there’s a part of me that knows I had the time of my goddamn life that week. Even though I’m not fully aware of it, and I don’t remember it, and it’s not me, it’s Danielle... it is still me, technically, because she is a part of me. A part of me that I think I need, a part of me that can let go of everything else - free will, resistance, memories, cares, stress - and just be a simple-minded, happy slavegirl. And I love it. It’s peaceful, and freeing, and it feels wonderful to not have to worry about anything, even thinking for myself or taking care of myself. I know I can trust Richard to think for me and look after me, and I love him for that.

And yet, still, I like forgetting the actual details, and letting it stay between Richard, Jelly and Dani. It’s none of my business, after all - I was tucked up in my box in the corner. I know, I just said Danielle is still me, and now I’m drawing a line between us again - it’s confusing, and weird. It’s just hot, don’t overthink it. I won’t. Dani sure won’t!

So don’t expect me to be able to tell you too much of what happens when Danielle’s in the driving seat from now on, because I don’t know all that much about it. Although, you never know - maybe she’ll tell you herself sometime...

(If she can find the braincells to string two words together!)