Tammy jolted awake to the sound of hands clapping.

She felt limber, like she had just gotten the best massage of her life. But she hadn’t, evidently, seeing as she was still in her cramped dorm room slumped over her chair. Memories of the past few minutes came rushing back when her friend Matt came into view.

“Wow! You were right! I feel incredible!” Tammy’s eyes went wide, testing her limbs. She felt as if every other bone in her body used to be broken and were now repaired.

“As if you actually had eight hours of sleep, right?” Matt’s contagious smile infected her, causing her to return the smile back. 

Tammy had met Matt in one of the university’s (poorly designed) core modules and they became fast friends despite their different majors. Tammy’s food science background and Matt’s knowledge of psychology had little to do with the compulsory Asian Studies module, so they spent the class chatting instead of listening. 

After weeks of seeing Tammy with blatant eye bags and hearing her complain about not getting enough sleep at night, Matt had made a unique offer. He wanted to hypnotise her, giving her a good sleep for once in her undergraduate life. Though initially hesitant, she had a soft spot for the psychology geek and agreed, eager to feel energised for once in her academic life.

“Damn, where have you been all my life? Could have really helped during those late nights in junior college…” Tammy stretched out, conscious of the fact she was highlighting her respectably sized breasts to Matt. She had always found Matt cute in his boyish face and slim figure and he had done her a huge favour in recovering from her most recent all-nighter, so giving him a bit of a show was just a show of thanks for her.

“Learning how to do this stuff, I suppose.” Matt laughed, trying his best to avert his eyes. They were alone in her dorm for the first time, and he seemed adorably self-conscious of himself as a result.

“You were a great subject, y’know? It’s perfectly normal if you feel amazing right now.” And he was right. As soon as he said that Tammy felt as if she could run a marathon. There was a burst of energy, the type that comes from living a healthy lifestyle and not from 3 hours of sleep followed shortly by a hypnosis session.

“Yeah! I do! I didn’t realise how much of this was mind over matter!” She beamed, feeling exuberant. There was a pleasant glow in her, a tingle rippling through her body.  Matt looked charmingly proud of himself as he watched Tammy stretch out, feeling comfortable in her own skin for once.

“I bet you could have a career as a hypnotherapist or something! If you can make all your clients feel this good, you’d be rich in no time.” Tammy said, looking at the cute boy in front of her. He blushed a little at the compliment, shy that this peculiar skill of his had come in handy for her.

“Thanks um, but I’m still new to hypnosis, so it could have some weird side effects on you.” His voice was uncertain, like asking for directions in a foreign country.

“Like what?” She asked, doe eyed with a tilt of her head. Tammy was feeling like a million bucks and couldn’t imagine any repercussions to this.

“Well, for example, it’d be perfectly normal if you felt like your clothes are too itchy to wear. If the mind and body don’t agree with one another on how you should feel, that kind of thing could happen.”

Just like that, Tammy noticed how uncomfortable her clothes were. Like fire ants had replaced the cotton that made up her clothes. The shirt she was wearing was cheap to begin with, but it had never felt like this, like she was being bombarded by tiny insect bites. But Matt was right, she was feeling these side effects hard. Her short shorts were no longer airy and comfortable, somehow transmuting into being made of the worst quality wool possible. That wasn’t even beginning to talk about her underwear, which was gnawing at her.

She struggled not to scratch herself in front of Matt. It would be a little unsightly to be scratching herself like a monkey controlled by instinct. But he said it was perfectly normal, and thus she didn’t worry about it.

“Agh… you’re right. This sucks a little. You don’t mind if I scratch myself, right?” She frowned, trying to be sneaky in relieving herself. Matt gestured with his hand ‘go ahead’ and so she scratched. Her clothes were never this rough on her skin, so it seemed weird to suddenly feel this uncomfortable, but Matt said it was normal. So it was perfectly normal.

“Well, it is perfectly normal to take off clothes that are uncomfortable. Seems like scratching yourself isn’t working.” Matt chuckled as he watched the poor girl claw at herself. He was right. Scratching would have no effect as long as she was still wearing these atrocious clothes. And if you didn’t like the clothes you were wearing, you should just take them off! But not really in front of a friend slash eye candy slash crush, did you? Still, it was perfectly normal to take off clothes that were itchy. That much made sense.

“Obviously. But… you’re here. I’m sure you’d like it, but I can’t just get naked around a guy.” She teased slightly, but mostly whimpered, no longer able to hold back from scratching her stomach aggressively for even momentarily relief. No matter where or how she scratched, the itch wouldn’t go away. Tammy cursed cheap fast fashion, swearing to throw these clothes away after today.

“Well, it’s perfectly normal that you don’t mind me seeing you take off your clothes. I just want you to be comfortable, after all. And we’re friends, it’s perfectly normal if we see each other naked.” Matt said nervously and quickly, struggling to maintain eye contact. He was stressed about something, perhaps feeling bad for these side effects. Tammy wasn’t mad at him despite that, side effects happen and his attempt to make her feel better at all was admirable, even if it just resulted in this itch. And again, he was right! It was perfectly normal to take off clothes in front of your friends. Friends were people you trusted, so she could trust Matt with her naked body. She didn’t mind.

With a swift movement, she took her cheap dri-fit shirt off. Immediately, the cool air acted as aloe vera, purifying her skin. But that wasn’t enough. Skillfully, she unclasped her pale pink bra and dropped it on the ground, revealing her generous mounds to Matt. At first, Matt tried to look away, resisting the force of gravity that was pulling his eyes in.

“You don’t have to look away, you know? We’re friends!” She smiled innocently, as if inviting a childhood friend over for a sleepover. “You can look at my boobs if you want! If we weren’t friends, then it’d be weird. But we are, so it’s perfectly normal.” Tammy said, as if she were also trying to convince herself. As she sounded the words out, they became true. It was weird that Matt was even looking away to begin with, but maybe he was a prude.

She didn’t have time to remark on nor note that, though. Invisible cactus pricks still stabbed her thighs, and she needed relief from that. In one movement, her thumbs grabbed the waistbands of her bottoms and pulled down her shorts and matching panties down, dropping it on the floor in an anti-climatic fashion. She was conscious of wearing the matching set today, knowing Matt was coming over, but never expected to get naked under these circumstances.

“That is SO much better.” She sighed, letting the cool air graze her and comfort her. She was slim, with an athletic build from regularly playing netball. On the shorter side, with breasts that were larger than the average of someone of her size. Her body was clearly influencing Matt, as she saw a tent being pitched in his jeans. It was a natural reaction to seeing a naked woman, and yet she couldn’t help but blush noticing Matt’s member.

“You, uh, like what you see?” Her eyes flickered between his erection and his eyes. Matt sheepishly looked away, biting his lower lip. Some part of Tammy couldn’t help but be embarrassed as well. Briefly, she considered covering up her crotch or boobs, but decided that since he was a friend, there was nothing strange about him looking.

“Yeah. It’s perfectly normal that I’m hard, you understand.” He mumbled, his chest rising as he took a deep breath. Her blush dissipated, of course he’d be hard seeing a naked woman. It meant nothing, it was just a normal biological function. With a firm voice, he spoke again.

“It’s perfectly natural that you’re incredibly turned on, being naked around me.” And she was. Had she always been this hot and heavy, or did it just happen? She couldn’t really remember, but at the very least she knew it was nothing out of the ordinary. Being naked around Matt, whom she was into, was kind of sexy, right?

Tammy was glad to be standing up, otherwise she’d have stained her chair with her juices. It was noticeable how slick her slit felt, and she could swear it was drooling and dripping onto the ground. She looked down, realising how puffy and pink her labia was, aching to be played with. This sudden surge of arousal had resulted in an uncontrollable moan and a warmth flooding her body. Her nipples stood at attention as she ran a hand down her body, her mouth tasting sweet as honey.

With anyone else, or anyone at all, in the room with her in this state, she’d be a little embarrassed. But with Matt, it was perfectly normal that she was turned on. Somewhere deep down, she recognised this was not normal in any sense of the imagination, but her brain rewired itself to make sense of the situation. She liked him as a friend, and he was attractive to him. She obviously had a crush on him and thus had no issue exposing her body in her horny state. 

Primal urges burned through her brain. Tammy ached to jump him and devour him like a rabid animal. She needed relief and his cock was that relief. But she held back, because decorum needed to be observed. Being a horny mess in front of your crush was an incredibly mundane thing, but actually making a move because of that would be odd at best and sexual assault at worst. Matt observed her briefly and a confident smile appeared on his face.

“You look really hot like this, Tammy. It’s perfectly normal if you’re struggling to control yourself, though. I get it. You obviously have a high libido. In psych, we talked about how girls with high sex drives struggle to control themselves around someone they’re sexually attracted to. They kind of just, devolve to being sluts. So you feel that way because it’s perfectly normal.” He spoke with a soft growl in his voice, clearly also struggling to hold back. Like eating a delicious meal, one could either scarf it down, or savour every bite. He was slow in his explanation as the words sunk deep into her subconscious. Tammy couldn’t quite tell what he was savouring, but she damn well prayed he’d devour her soon.

Tammy was aware of how incredibly normal it was to not be able to control herself. She fought hard, but her hands massaged her clit, eliciting lewd moans from her. Her tongue stuck out as she panted like a dog in the heat. She was being overwhelmed by animalistic urges, vision becoming more blurry by the second. Not that she needed to see her clit to rub it and feel an electrical pulse flow through her.

Stupid biology, she thought to herself. Being a woman of high libido was nothing to be ashamed about in the 21st century, but God was it annoying to lose control of herself in front of Matt. All she could think about was getting a cock pounded deep inside her as her hands lightly stroked her hole. But she was still feeling a little self-conscious about jilling off in front of him, even if she was just a slut right now.

“It’d be perfectly normal for a slut like you to masturbate right now.” Matt spoke, touching his erection through his jeans. Unable to help herself, and comforted by how normal it was, Tammy dropped to the floor, not wanting to waste even a second going to the bed. The helpless girl spread her legs, rubbing her tender clit and fingering herself as sounds of her sloppy pussy and needy moans echoed through her room. She didn’t even remember why she was hesitating. She was a slut, sluts loved masturbating, thus she shouldn’t be ashamed of doing it even in front of someone else. It was perfectly normal.

“Oooh, oh fuck yes, oh yes… fuck… I’m such a slut…” And she was. Yes, slut was derogatory, but it was normal to be called one right now. After all, who else but a slut would desperately paw at their cunt until she had a yummy orgasm or five? It was perfectly normal that Matt would call her that, it was like calling a flower by its scientific name. So normal.

“It’s also perfectly normal that you think of yourself as ‘Slut’ right now. Hypnosis affects the minds in strange ways, one of these ways being how your sense of self can change. Right now, what’s your name?” Matt asked, three-quarters aroused and one-quarter fascinated, like a scientific researcher asking a test subject questions.

“My… ah… fuck, oh my God oh my God I’m cumming!!” She yelped, squirting all over the floor again. That didn’t stop her from jilling off, in fact it seemed only to encourage her, barely registering the fact that her given name had leaked out of her pussy as she came. “Ah, my name, my name, is Slut…”

Slut knew she had another name. A real name. The name on her birth certificate, passport, examination papers. But when she looked through her memory bank, she remembered friends calling her Slut. The confused girl remembered saying her name was Slut at coffee shops. She remembered Matt calling her Slut from the day they met. Slut was Slut, and that was perfectly normal.

Not that she had time nor the mental faculties to think about what her actual name could be. She was busy getting off again. Her libido was unleashed and untamed. If she had any even a little more self-control she might have gone to her drawer to pull out her vibrator, but she didn’t want to move her hands away from her juicy labia at all. Matt looked at his handiwork, pulling out his cock and gently stroking it. He groaned as he admired his personal porn star in front of her, fulfilling his greatest fantasies. All he needed were a few finishing touches.

“It’s perfectly normal that you know you can’t function without help anymore. You’re just a horny mess, Slut. It’s perfectly normal, hnng... that you know you need someone to help you, to manage your sex drive and manage your… ah, thoughts. To make your decisions. You don’t need to do that anymore.” He groaned a bit from touching his cock, both undergraduates in the room wishing it was Slut’s hand wrapped around it instead of his own.

Matt’s words completely pried their way into Slut’s brain, grappling her thoughts of independence and agency and corrupting them. His words became the absolute truth in her mind. Slut knew Matt was right. She couldn’t make decisions or do anything if she kept behaving like this. She imagined herself trying to buy lunch, but could only see it ending up with her playing with herself in line. Slut tried to picture herself trying on clothes at a store, only to end up trying to solicit sex from anyone who looked her way. She couldn’t be a functional member of society like this.

She used that imagination to achieve yet another powerful orgasm, the floor now having a very visible puddle. Being a complete slave to her own need for sex was incredibly hot, not just for Slut, but for Tammy.

“Oh, oh yes… it’s perfectly normal to lick up your juices on the floor… it’s… ugh, hygienic.” Matt whispered breathy just loud enough that Slut could hear. He didn’t even need to give a reason for it, she was already licking her silly girlcum off the floor before he could finish his sentence. She bent over as if she were bowing to him, but never stopped her hands from working her cunt. Slut knew she didn’t want her floor dirty, that’s why she was licking her vaginal lubricant off her dorm floor while bowing to her friend like a sex slave would. That much was perfectly normal to her.

But clearly, her hormones had compromised her brain function if she needed to be reminded of something so obvious. If she couldn’t even remember something as easy as licking up her juices off the floor after getting off, how could she be trusted to make any hard decisions? It would be like forgetting to wash your hands after going to the bathroom.

Slut needed to be managed. She needed to be controlled. These thoughts were normal. They were her thoughts. Normal thoughts. Slut tried to think about solutions to her problem, but thinking was hard. Her brain was clouded in endorphins and a pink fog that made it oh so difficult to muster thoughts. But eventually, after reaching another climax, there was only one logical conclusion Slut could come to. She needed a master.

It seemed like a normal conclusion to reach. Like realising a square block fits into a square hole. Even that kind of thought was difficult to manage, since any thoughts not related to cumming were near impossible to have. And there was a perfect candidate for her master right in front of her. The word ‘crush’ was no longer adequate for Matt. She lusted after him. To be completely under his heel. She needed to be his pet until he deemed her unworthy of his ownership. Slut fantasised of being collared up, tied up, chained down to a bed by Matt. No, Master. Master could control her, make decisions for her, and dominate her person completely. A needy little whore like her would never survive alone. But he wasn’t her master yet.

“Please…” she moaned, hips gyrating of their own accord.

“Please what? It’s perfectly normal for you to speak your thoughts. Whatever little you have. If you need something from me, it’s perfectly normal to ask for it.” Matt smirked, watching the last piece of the puzzle come together.

“Fuck… could you… please become my master, Master?” Slut desperately hoped he wouldn’t notice her slip up. Calling your friend master was weird. Asking them to be your master was as normal as asking them for a ride in their car, though. That was the corrupt logic she was living by now. Of course to her, it was just sound logic.

“Hmmm…” Matt looked at the mewling girl in front of him, practically salivating as he watched her beg to be owned.

“Please, Matt… I'll do anything… anything… I'll- oh fuck fuck yes mmmm….. you can own me… use me… fuck yes oh fuck… I need you, I’ll be your -oh my… yes… oh it feels so good, I’ll be a good girl! I need your cock I need you to fuck me so hard please please…" Slut came as soon as she finished begging, or finished begging as soon as she came. It was hard to tell which came first.

"Hmmm… you'll have to prove yourself… tell you what. Suck me off, Slut, then we can discuss me owning you.” Matt said with a smirk as Slut wrapped her mouth around his throbbing member, desperate to get his seed in his mouth.

“And when I cum in your mouth, it’ll be perfectly normal that you cum too.”

When his hot load blasted into her mouth, Slut came harder than she had ever come before, and knew she needed Master for the rest of her life.

———

It had been a month since that day.

"How do you do it Tam…" Kimberly, Slut's floormate, groaned as she struggled with a paper. "You stay in shape, have a loving boyfriend and you've got monster grades… I swear, you got it all these days…"

Slut had already finished her assignments and was just accompanying her friend, doing a bit of online window shopping to pass the time. She resisted the urge to add collars and gags to her cart, she already had those in spades.

"Just scheduling and time management," she said with a soft smile. "Matt helps me out with that." 

That was a half truth. Matt made every decision for her nowadays, from what the most efficient way to study to the clothes she wore. Slut couldn't even wear panties in the morning without asking Matt for his preference on colour and type. Did he want lacy ones or cute cotton ones? She'd rather die than risk disappointing her master, the thought alone frightened her. She couldn’t go back to being without a Master, she’d be nothing without being owned. That sentiment was perfectly normal, just new relationship stuff.

"Ugh, I'm so single, Tammy…" Kimberly complained, causing Slut to chuckle. She couldn't even remember what it was like to not be property. Being "Tammy" was just a fleeting memory at this point. The thought of needing or even wanting to be independent made her shudder, being Slut was so much better. With a kind Master like Matt, she’d suck his dick whenever her uncontrollable urges hit. She couldn’t imagine needing to deal with those urges without a Master! She lamented on how it was just so lucky for Kimberly that she wasn’t born a desperate horny slut like Slut was. Or maybe it was unlucky that she would never know the joy of servitude that Slut had found.

Annoyingly, she had to pretend to be "Tammy" still for her friends and family, so she couldn’t tell Kimberly the wonders of being owned. She couldn't understand why she wrote that fake name everywhere, or why her friends still called her “Tammy” or why Master would make her call him “Matt” and how he wouldn’t call her Slut in public. But Matt told her it was perfectly normal not to worry about why this was the way it was, and so she never asked.

On the surface she seemed her usual self, but Slut hid her true nature from everyone else. For instance, this morning she had completely neglected panties. Not on purpose, but because it was perfectly normal for dumb sluts to forget how to wear panties every once in a while. Whenever she realised she couldn't even remember where panties went, she came a little, knowing forgetting that made her a good slut. Once, she had almost walked out of her room with her panties on her head, convinced that was where they belonged.

No one but her Master would know the humiliation she’d relish in when she walked around campus without panties in a skirt short enough to flash everyone if she wasn’t careful. And she was rarely careful, because her Master told her it was perfectly normal if her pretty pink pussy ended up being shown to the world. It was the private knowledge Matt had of her he loved, and Slut loved having little secrets just for him.

"Well, it won’t help you feel less single, but Matt's calling me! I'll catch you tomorrow in our Human Nutrition lecture, okay girl? You can talk all about how single you are then." Slut said with a bright grin, hungrily eyeing the notification on her phone as it flashed on her screen. Kimberly said her goodbyes and carried on frustrated typing as Slut pranced back to her room, where Matt was waiting.

"Hi Master!" She greeted, giddy with glee to see Master already in her room. She shut the door behind her and gave him the perfectly normal strip show she had been learning to do. He gave a gentle smile and pulled out his cock from his jeans, already massive. Slut rushed over to give him his greeting blowjob. A very normal ritual.

"How's your day been, Slut?"

"Good! I had a wet dream about you again, then forgot my panties!" She reluctantly released his cock to answer then went back to furious sucking. It was perfectly normal that she loved fellatio, since Master's cum was the tastiest thing around. 

"Oh! When I went to the bathroom today, I managed to not masturbate!” She paused for a bit, looking up at Master’s raised eyebrow. She could never lie to him, so she sheepishly continued. “Okay, I fingered myself a liiiiitle… but I didn’t even cum! So I don’t count it!” She jerked off his member as she spoke, not wanting to leave her Master’s cock unattended.  

“And I even talked to guy friends without staring at their cocks! I mean, I imagined getting fucked by them and stuff, but you know I can’t control that…" Slut boasted that Herculean feats of self control, purposely omitting the fact she wouldn't stop staring at Kimberly's big titties the whole study session. Big titties made her horny. Well, hornier. So it was perfectly normal that she kept staring at her friend’s titties. Just thinking about that made her tweak her own nipples as she went back to sucking.

"That's, ooh… fuck… great, Slut… oh my God yeah like that…" Matt moaned as Slut played with his balls and fervently licked his cock. He came hard into her mouth and she feverishly swallowed every drop, savouring the salty sensation. The taste turned her on so much that it was perfectly normal that she came from swallowing. She always came when he did, that’s how she knew their bond as Master and Slave was perfect.

"Mm! I finished my assignments and went to the gym as you instructed, so it's been pretty productive!" She beamed. Slut had never been this efficient in her life, but thanks to her Master and his smarts, her quality of living had improved from an outsider’s perspective. She hadn’t skipped a day at the gym in a while, knowing that she needed to keep up her figure for Master. Her grades were near valedictorian level, since she needed to do homework to get her mind off her constant arousal. And she had a loving boyfriend, who doubled as her owner helping her make all decisions.

She was just a dumb slut, and dumb sluts needed masters to take care of them. A warmth filled her heart as she relished in how lucky she was to have a Master unlike Kimberly, who probably had to make hard decisions like what clothes to wear and what porn she should use to masturbate. The answer to those questions were skirts because they made it easiest to be fucked and the kind with a submissive girl she could impose herself on, respectively.

“That’s great, you’re a very good girl.” Matt patted her head as Slut nuzzled his cock, feeling perfectly at peace. Being a good girl made her feel a golden ray of sunshine within her, a moment of genuine affection. Whenever she was called a good girl, it was natural that she loved Matt a little more.

“Thank you, Master.” Slut purred, unable to stop herself from lightly licking his delicious member. God, how did she ever function without a cock in her life? 

“Thoughts are so hard for a silly girl like me. A slut like me should obey commands. A slut like me lives to serve. A slut like me needs cock. It is perfectly normal that I’m always horny, a good girl always is.”

She repeated that mantra over and over, feeling hotter and wetter and better every time. Deep down, Kimberly wondered if liking her new relationship this much was wrong somehow. As if being someone’s sex slave was wrong somehow. Then, Master commanded her to bend over and present her drenched cunt to him, and those thoughts were completely eradicated. As his thick cock entered her pussy, it tightly wrapped itself around her Master’s cock as Slut moaned loudly, having forgotten to shove a pair of panties in her mouth to gag herself with. Which, was perfectly normal behaviour, but a dumb slut like her would forget such basic principles here and there. Master understood that.

Slut had a dopey smile plastered on her face as her slutty juices drizzled out of her pussy and onto the floor. She would have to remember to clean that up with her tongue, right after she cleaned his cock the same way. She was completely under the control of her Master, a perfect dumb sex slave for him for the rest of her days.

For Tammy, a life like that was perfectly normal.