Hi everybody! It’s me, Danielle. Surprise! I know, you were expecting Alyssa since she normally writes these. But after she wrote the ‘brain-cation’ chapters, Master had the idea that I should do the next one, because there’s four days that she doesn’t know about. And he thinks you guys would like to hear about them!

So yeah, he told me to do the next chapter, and I’m obeying him, of course. Sorry if my writing isn’t as good as Alyssa - she is sooo much smarter than me! When Master was splitting us up, she got, like, all the brains, and I didn’t get any. But I’ll try my hardest! I know you guys probably won’t mind if my writing’s not very smart or that I don’t know many long words, so long as I include lots of sexy stuff, right? (I winked just then, and then I remembered you can’t see me! Hahaha.) I can’t even think of a name for my chapter - maybe I’ll ask Alyssa to think of one for me...

I’m excited to get to talk to you all at last! Of course, you’ve heard a lot about me already... There’s a lot of things I could tell you about the stuff Master and Alyssa and Jelly get up to with me - I mean, I’m a hypnotised plaything that Master created just to obey him, so basically everything I do is hot! Lucky me, huh? And when I’m not being used as a slave and a sex doll, I get put away in my collar. It’s like I have a kind of half-life, where I’m only around for the fun sexy things, and I miss all the other stuff...

Anyway! I’m supposed to tell you about the brain-cation, and about what Master did with me while Alyssa was away. He spent some of the time teaching me important lessons - he says that even though I’m already such a good girl (eeee, I like when he calls me that), there were still a few more things I needed to know to be the best slavegirl I can be. He’s so kind and so patient, to take the time to teach me everything I need to know. He already showed me how to cook, and clean the apartment - I know I’m not very smart, but I learned how to do those things pretty easily! Maybe that’s because my body just remembers how to do them, from when Alyssa’s in charge. Or maybe it’s because they’re jobs for a slavegirl, so they come naturally to me.

I spent most of those four days wearing my favourite outfit - my birthday suit, hahaha! I love being naked. I have such a sexy body, and it feels good to show it off (though not in public because Alyssa wouldn’t like that, just indoors where only me and Master and Jelly can see it). Plus, without any clothes on, I can be fucked much more easily! Not that it’s ever hard - even when I wear clothes I usually don’t wear underwear, so Master can get to my pussy whenever he wants.

And when I do wear clothes, Master picks them out for me. A lot of the time he has me dress up in my maidservant uniform - Alyssa usually only wears it when she’s cleaning, but it’s so cute and sexy I’d wear it all the time if I had a choice. Master seems to agree with that, so he had me wear it quite a lot that week. Ooh, there’s a story I can tell about that! One time, I was cleaning the counters in the kitchen - I grilled burgers for dinner, and a bit of grease splashed around - and while I was doing it Master came up behind me, lifted up my skirt, and started squeezing my butt cheeks. Although I really liked that, I didn’t let it distract me from my cleaning, although I remembered to thank him when he slapped my ass.

As soon I had the counters spotless, he grabbed my shoulders and turned me round, and then he lifted me up onto the counters, perching me on the edge. I automatically spread my legs, because that’s one of the rules he taught me - when I’m sitting down, my legs should always be spread. The surface was cold against my butt, but I stopped noticing once Master stepped between my legs and started fucking me. He finished and pulled out before I could cum, and then ordered me to clean the counter again.

“Yes, Master,” I said happily, jumped down, and got back to work.

***

Oh, I just remembered, there was actually a time where I did wear normal clothes - the time Master and I went out in public! It was really exciting - I’d never been out in the world before... Master, Alyssa and Jelly were the only people I’d ever met! I was a little nervous, but Master promised he’d be there the whole time to look after me, which made me feel better. I love that he takes care of me so much, although one time I did ask him why he bothered - surely, as his slave, it’s my job to look after him? He just smiled at me, gave me some lovely headpats, and said, “You’re my property, Danielle, and it’s my responsibility to look after my property. Besides, AJ wouldn’t be happy if I let you get hurt or upset! And neither would I, because I care about you.” That made me really really happy - it feels so good to know Master cares about me, because I love him more than anything in the world.

Anyway, we went to the mall - Master thought that would be a good idea to make me less nervous, because the only people I’d have to talk to were ‘customer service people’, and not for very long. He had me go through Alyssa’s clothes to find something I could wear out in public like a normal person, but still something ‘uncharacteristically submissive-looking’, he said - something Alyssa owns, but doesn’t wear very often, that might suit me. I chose a long white summer dress with a pattern of dark red hearts patterned over it, which Master liked so much, he took a photo of me wearing it. I really liked it too - it made my boobs and butt look great. It felt weird wearing a bra and panties, but at least they were sexy, lacey red ones.

I don’t know what shops Alyssa likes, but I was happy to go wherever Master brought me, of course. He took me to a bookstore, where he got three books for himself and one for Alyssa - he said it was the next in the series she was reading, and he thought he’d get it for her as a little surprise. I carried the bag with the books when we went to a diner, which, he says, he and Alyssa go to all the time. One of the baristas, a cute redhead called Cece, said hi to us, calling me Alyssa. I said hi back to be polite, but then let Master do the talking until Cece went back to work. He bought me a cappuccino (I think I spelt that right!) and a slice of lemon cake, which was so yummy.

Our last stop was a sex shop, which was the first time all day that I’d felt completely at ease. Stepping into there, I was immediately like, this is my kinda place! Everywhere I looked was something sexy for sale - dildos, vibrators, lube, costumes like my maid outfit, bondage gear, whips and canes... They even had candy shaped like dicks! Those made my mouth water, hehehe. Like in the diner, the cashier recognised us - I guess Master and Alyssa come in here a lot, too! Master let me look around the store for a little while, but he already knew what he wanted to buy - this funny white jacket with really long sleeves that were supposed to be tied together. It had all these buckles and things, too. He said it was a ‘straightjacket’.

“A straightjacket? But Master, I’m bi - shouldn’t I have a bi-jacket?” I giggled. He was kind enough to laugh, though even I could tell that was a terrible joke!

He had me try on the jacket to make sure it fit alright, and I slipped my arms into the twisty sleeves, wrapping them around myself. Once he did up the buckles, I couldn’t move my arms at all - but I wasn’t uncomfortable, the jacket wasn’t too tight, it was just nice and snug. Master told me he wanted to wake Alyssa up wearing it sometime, because he knew she’d get super mad, and he thought this was the perfect time to buy it since she wasn’t here. He’s so smart and sneaky!

***

Was that the second day of Alyssa’s brain-cation, or the third? I don’t know, I struggle to keep track of days since I spend most of my time in the collar - it’s always just ‘today’ to me.

Anyway, back at home that evening, Master had some fun hypnotising me and playing with my mind. You might be surprised by that - you haven’t really heard about him hypnotising me before, have you? It’s just been Alyssa. You probably figured that since I was made by hypnosis, I couldn’t get hypnotised myself. But I can, and just as super easily as she can! Unless, of course, Master tells me not to. Like when I hypnotised Alyssa at the start of the brain-cation - I would’ve gotten real trancey watching my waving finger, just like she did, but I knew I wasn’t supposed to, and so I just didn’t. Amazing news, guys - I can sometimes resist! (But only when Master tells me to, so it doesn’t really count as resisting, does it?)

Anyway, he did a few things with me that night, just to play with me and watch me giggle and wriggle. Which I did, a lot! He did a lot of making me watch him wave his hand around until I went into trance, which happened very fast every time. He made me forget things, like how to count and how to read - that made me feel even stupider than I already am, which was sooo great! I love being a dumb plaything.

The best part was when he made me forget how to talk again (he did it the first night too, with Jelly). It was sooo hot! He’d ask me questions, I could only make these meaningless noises, just babbling and mumbling random sounds that made us both laugh. Feeling so silly and brainless turned me on so much - my pussy was drooling through my pretty dress. (Oh yeah, he made me keep the summer dress on for most of the evening, because he liked it so much. I got to take off the panties, though, but not until I’d gotten really horny, so they’d be all wet.)

When I couldn’t speak, Master said lots of lovely mean things to me, like, “You’re just a stupid slavegirl, aren’t you? You don’t need to know things, like how to read, or count, or talk. Your mouth’s only good for one thing, isn’t it?” I nodded and nodded and nodded to everything he said, until it felt like my head was gonna fall off! Then he took his big gorgeous dick out, and I knew he wanted to use my mouth for that one thing. I was already kneeling before him, my face resting on his soft hairy thigh as he stroked my hair. So I didn’t have to move much to reach his tasty cock.

He let me remember how to speak and read eventually. I wouldn’t have minded if he’d kept them bound away from me, but then I wouldn’t have been able to write this, I guess! I still can’t count, though. Every time I try, I manage ‘one’, and then there’s just a gap where the next number should be. And then I get turned on, and start playing with my boobs, and forget to keep trying to count. I have no complaints!

***

The next day, or maybe the day after, I was extra horny. I’m always horny, but even more than usual. Master said a couple of jokey things that day that made me think, maybe he’d hypnotised me to make me hornier than normal - but I don’t know for sure. After a couple of hours of me struggling not to touch myself, Master finally decided to put me in the straightjacket. (That was the only thing I was wearing, by the way.)

Of course, he could’ve used his hypnosis powers to tie up my arms, or he could’ve just told me not to move them and I wouldn’t have. But he liked me wearing the straightjacket - he said he liked the way it restricted me. Mmm, that’s a hot word, ‘restricted’. Just hearing it makes me feel bound, tied up, controlled... And it makes me think of ‘strict’, too - like, Master’s being strict with me, giving me rules that I have to follow, being firm with me, but fair. Harsh, but caring. Rewarding me for being a good girl, but punishing me when I get something wrong, so I don’t do it again...

Just a sec, I need to think about that while I play with myself!

OK, I’m back. So Master put me in the straightjacket, and then he had a TV show he wanted to watch, so he had me kneel quietly in my special spot. He sat in his armchair a little way across the room from me, but it was OK, because he put me on a leash. The leash that we already had - that he’d had since before he made me - clipped onto a little metal ring on the collar of the straightjacket. So if he needed me, he could tug it, and I could shuffle over to him on my knees. (I usually crawl on all fours when I’m on my leash, but that was tricky with my arms tied up!)

When his show was finished, he gave the leash a gentle tug, and I immediately woke up from the drifty little daydream I’d gone into and started to shuffle towards him. He kept a tight, firm hold on the leash, but didn’t pull it again - he was being so kind, letting me take my time to get to him because I wasn’t used to moving around like this. If he’d pulled, I would’ve fallen on my face! Which would’ve been funny, but I’m still glad he didn’t do it...

He lowered his hand when I was in front of him, and picked up a piece of card with a string attached to it. He hung it over my head - the string got caught on one of my ears, leaving the sign hanging in front of my face. As I giggled, he unhooked the string and let the loop fall down around my neck, so the sign was now resting on my crossed arms. I tried to read it upside down, but it was too tricky so I gave up, laughing. “It says ‘BRAINWASHED PLAYTHING’,” Master told me, grinning. “I thought it would be helpful for you to have that, so anyone who sees you knows exactly what you are.”

I shivered, my eyes wide. That was an exciting thought! I could already feel myself getting even more turned on than I was before, thinking about that. Master tugged my leash upwards, bringing me up to my feet, and then pulled me onto his lap. I spread my legs the way I always do, the left one resting on the armrest, the right one pointing straight down until it almost reached the floor.

He tickled my bare butt, making me squeal and wriggle on top of him. “Imagine that, Danielle,” he said, his voice so close and deep and powerful. “Imagine I got up, right now, holding the end of this leash, and walked out of the apartment, leading you behind me. Imagine I brought you out onto the streets for all to see, wearing nothing but the straightjacket, the sign, and a smile.”

I could see it - I could picture it, him bringing me outside, helplessly trotting behind him, barefoot, barelegged, bareassed. (Is that a word?) People in the streets could see me half-naked and unable to use my arms, and read my sign, and know that I was Master’s brainwashed plaything. Mmm... I moaned, so desperate to touch my pussy, even more turned on because I couldn’t. Master soon took pity on me and put his gentle fingers between my legs, stroking up and down my slit.

“Would you like that, pet?” he asked, wearing that teasy smile of his. “Would you like me to parade you up and down the street, so everyone could see what a dumb, obedient, horny slavegirl you are?”

I shuddered - so, so horny! “Yeesss,” I cried.

Suddenly I felt a tiny little twitch at the back of my brain. It didn’t hurt, it wasn’t like a headache or any kind of pain - it wasn’t even a twitch really, that makes it sound like more than it was. It was more like a tickle. I hadn’t ever felt it before, but I somehow knew what it was - it was Alyssa, or the teeny tiny little piece of Alyssa still in my head. It wasn’t getting ready to use any safewords - it wasn’t even giving me a warning - but I knew it was paying attention a little bit more than it was a moment ago. And I felt like maybe I should say something, just so it relaxed and didn’t interrupt the fun.

“I - I would love that so much, Ma-ahh-ster,” I whimpered, as his middle finger rubbed in soft circles on my clit. “Bu-but, Alyssa m-might not, so much...”

He chuckled, which made his belly rumble against me. “No, I don’t think she would! She’d safeword before we got out the door. And I’d never put her in that position, anyway. Still, it’s fun to think about, isn’t it?”

Even though it was hard not to close my eyes and give in to the pleasure I was feeling, I made the effort to look over my shoulder and smile at him, biting my lip sexily. “Mmm,” I replied. I couldn’t manage to say anything else, just then! It was like he’d taken away my speech again, but with his fingers this time, not hypnosis. His right hand was on my butt, holding me steady, while his left hand was still between my legs, his finger on my clit going faster and faster. I couldn’t do anything except moan and rock up and down on his lap, eyes shut, mouth wide open. I was gonna cum any second...

“Don’t cum, Dani,” Master commanded. “You can go all the way up to the brink... but I forbid you to cum.”

“Y-yes, Masteeerrr!” I sobbed. I didn’t know why he didn’t want me to cum, but I would obey him, no matter how much I wanted to go over the edge.

I stayed on the brink for what felt like hours, but might have just been a minute. (Like I said, I’m not good at telling time - it’s even harder now I can’t count!) Finally Master left my pussy alone, and stroked my thighs instead, which felt nice and relaxing as I was coming down from high to medium horniness. I panted and sweated. I’d drooled all down my chin and on my straightjacket - my sign had got wet - and I couldn’t clean it up because I had no arms.

Master wiped the drool off my chin for me. “Such a messy slave,” he chuckled.

I blushed. “Sorry, Master!”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he replied. “I want you to remember this - good girls drool. Repeat that.”

“Good girls drool,” I said, and let a little dribble escape my mouth to prove I understood.

He rewarded me by saying, “Good girl! And do you know why that is?” When I shook my head, he said, “So they always have a nice wet mouth for Master.”

I grinned - that made perfect sense. He’s so smart!

So ever since then, when I feel my mouth filling up with drool, I make sure I don’t swallow, and I let my mouth hang open so some of it can fall out. It makes cleaning a bit trickier, but I don’t mind taking a little more time over it - it’s not like I have anything else to do! Plus, leaving my mouth hanging open all the time makes me look so stupid and hot. I love being a drooling idiot... I do try to make sure I swallow Master’s cum, though, instead of dribbling it everywhere. He says cum is different from drool, so there are different rules for it. That’s OK. If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s following Master’s rules!

Master stroked my face, looking at me fondly. “Did you want to cum just now, Dani?”

“Yes, Master,” I sighed.

“You prefer to cum, don’t you? You’d rather cum than edge?”

“Yes, Master!”

He gave me that sexy evil grin again. “No, you don’t.”

“I don’t?” I said slowly, confused.

“You don’t prefer to cum,” he said patiently. “You’d rather edge. You love to edge. It’s your second-favourite thing in the world, after obeying me. If you had the choice, you’d always rather edge than cum. Isn’t that right?”

I blinked at him as I processed what he’d said. I’m so slow sometimes! But I knew he was teaching me another important lesson, and my stupid brain accepted it soon enough. “Yes,” I said at last. “That’s right, Master.”

He looked me in the eyes (oooh, he has such lovely blue eyes). “Which would you rather do, Danielle - cum, or edge?”

“Edge, Master,” I said straight away, with a big, excited smile. “I love to edge so much! It’s way better than cumming...” (Is that how you spell it? Is it ‘cumming’, or ‘coming’? Because I know ‘cum’ is different from ‘come’, but I don’t know if... ah, it doesn’t matter. Like I said to Master, I don’t want to do it anyway!)

“Good girl,” he said, looking so pleased with me.

I felt that usual wave of pleasure and sighed happily, sinking into his arms. “Sorry I thought I liked cumming better, Master.”

“It’s OK, love,” he said warmly. “I don’t mind correcting you. But I’ll tell you something that’ll help you remember in future. Repeat after me: ‘I don’t need to cum. Edging’s much more fun.’”

“I don’t need to cum. Edging’s much more fun,” I said slowly. Then I giggled. “Hey, that rhymed!”

“I know! That should help you remember it.”

It did. I think that a lot now, especially when I’m masturbating or when I’m being fucked. I don’t need to cum. Edging’s much more fun. I don’t need to cum. Edging’s much more fun... Thinking that over and over again makes it even hotter, and gets me to the edge even faster! I chant it in my head when Master’s fucking me, or when Jelly’s eating my pussy, so I can edge super quickly - over and over again, until they’re done with me.

Next, Master explained why I liked edging better. “So you can stay horny and wet for Master,” he told me. “If you cum, that all goes away, doesn’t it? You release all the arousal, and then it’s not there any more. But by edging, you keep the arousal, and you’re a better, wetter, more useful sex toy for me. And that’s the most important thing, isn’t it?”

I nodded like a bobble head toy, so grateful to him for telling me all the things a slavegirl should know. Of course that was why I loved edging. Being useful for Master is always the most important thing!

***

I think that’s pretty much everything I wanted to tell you! Sorry if I rambled on and on. There’s some more stuff that happened that week, but it involved Jelly too, so I think I’ll let her tell you about those parts. After all, she’s smarter than me too, so her writing’s definitely gonna be better than mine! I just hope my writing was good enough for you guys this time. If you liked it, maybe Master and Alyssa will let me write more! I’ve really enjoyed it, even though I’m not very good at it.

Of course, you know how the brain-cation ended, with me masturbating on the collar, which had Alyssa’s mind in it. That was so hot, covering her mind in my juices. I don’t need to cum - edging’s much more fun - but I didn’t mind doing it that time! And besides, Master told me to. It was my idea to rub her mind on my pussy, but it was his idea for me to cum all over it, so she’d be extra soaked. After that, he took Alyssa out of the collar and put me back in, and then stashed me away in my box. I don’t know how long it’s been, but this is the first time they’ve brought me back since then, so I could tell my side of the story.

I really, really, really loved that week. I loved serving and being used by Master and Jelly for days on end, like the good, horny slavegirl I am. And I loved getting to be around all the time, in my body, going to bed at night and waking up in the morning like a normal girl, even though I’m not one. I probably shouldn’t say this - even though Master and Alyssa said I could write whatever I wanted, it still feels naughty admitting it - but... I wish I could stay. In our body, all the time.

I mean, I get why Master puts me away - I’m only supposed to be here for sexy stuff. And Master and Alyssa can’t do sexy stuff all the time - they’re full people, they have lives and jobs and families. So I know why I’m always put back in the collar and put in my box when they’re done with me. And I don’t hate it - being in that dark, drifty place is so nice, and relaxing, and I think even less than normal. (If you can believe it!)

I just wish they’d leave me in our body, so I could be around all the time. So I could always be there to serve Master when he needs me, and he wouldn’t have to go to the trouble of getting me out again. And I can play more pranks on Alyssa, and we can have fun together... And I can get to know Jelly even better, because she’s so cool and pretty and kind, and she tastes so nice, and she’s such a good fuck... The four of us could be almost like a real family.

And I could meet Alyssa’s parents! I’d like that. I guess they’re my parents too, even though I’ve never met them - they still, like, gave birth to my body, even if I wasn’t in it yet! And I feel like I have met them - there are photos of them in the apartment, and plus I have, like, faint memories of them... vague, fuzzy, unclear memories. They must have been taken away along with everything else when Master bound Alyssa’s mind so he could make me, but those memories, of her mom and dad - my mom and dad... Well, I guess they’re slowly starting to come back to me, maybe because I want to meet them so much.

So yeah, it’d be nice if I could stay. I’d really like to. If I had a choice, I’d choose to stay. But I’m a slavegirl, and of course, slavegirls don’t get a choice! So I’ll follow and obey Master, and let him put me away in my box.

And that’s more than OK with me. After all - there’s nothing I want more than to obey my Master!