Chapter 1
In one of the upstairs bedrooms of the quiet, detached suburban brick house, Eloise looked herself over in her bedroom mirror. She worse a short skirt, long socks, a white vest top and a light green bra visible underneath that perfectly offset her supple medium-brown skin. Her glossy black hair was down in tresses, and she let it swing freely. Perfection. She opened the bedroom door and listened out across the house.
The only sounds came from the living room, where her shy, gorgeous housemate Tim could be heard playing a game. Eloise skipped down the stairs and planted herself down on the comfy sofa next to him. Her first target, here, in the flesh. Her heart skipped a beat. Her secret cameras had already recorded the boy naked, masturbating, even in some light self-bondage he'd put himself in. She wanted that body. Needed it, even. Needed it to be hers. Most of all, she needed his mind.
She had waited until the other two housemates were away for the weekend to spring her trap. Tim would be the first real test case for her very special VR goggles; except for herself, of course. Eloise was a genius; she had been careful to hide this fact from a young age, and the untimely death of her parents two years ago when she was eighteen had left her without a compass, but in possession of a large inheritance, and a nice house in a London suburb. She had the resources she needed to make the world hers; all she had lacked was a few test subjects. She had carefully recruited housemates with no family left, few friends and strong submissive tendencies, and enticed them with low rents for rooms in her lovely home.
Her first year at university had let her perfect her experimental technology. Now well into the second year, she had already far outgrown the course, but studying computing and psychology allowed her to look into VR, suggestion, hypnosis, and all the other components she'd needed, all under cover of legitimate study. She wondered if others like her had made the same links, tried the same approaches, and how she might find them. First, she needed to test if the technology would truly work.
"I'm bored with this game, Tim. Do you want to try something else?"
"Just let me finish this bit."
"But Tim! I'm boooooooored. Pleeeease?"
"I-"
"Plllllllllease?" she hoped it would be the last time she'd ever have to say this to him, and she moved so that he could see a little way down her top. It worked every time.
"Y- Yeah OK. What do you want to play?"
"I'm ready to let you try my game, if you want to?"
"What, really? I thought you'd given up on it?"
"I just needed time to get the beta just right. You know me, I'm a proper perfectionist."
"You could be accused of that, yes."
"Cheeky. Come upstairs -- the goggles are there."
Eloise had Tim sit down on the edge of her well-built oak bed in the middle of her spartan bedroom, while she picked out the goggles. She was pleased he'd given in so easily -- it fit the profile he had of being in awe of confident women like her. Not for the first time, she sneaked a few glances and admired his body -- a lightly toned swimmer's physique, with gorgeous arms and a fine neck. Short hair -- she could have him grow it out -- and tall but not too tall. A good fit for the role of her first slave.
She booted up the powerful desktop computer she used for game design and programming, and handed Tim some goggles to put on, then some motion controllers to hold -- her own design. He looked ready and willing and she felt sweat start to drip from her brow. This really was it. No turning back. "Start by following the puzzle master -- that's me -- and do what she says. I'll monitor from here. Let me know what you think as you go."
Tim nodded, grinning and keen, and Eloise loaded the programme. She really wanted nothing more than to get off in that moment, to pin Tim down, cuff him to her bed, strip off his clothes and ride his face until she was spent. He might even consent to it if she just asked, but that wasn't the point. She let the mental image pass. Time enough for that if this worked.
Eloise never wondered if this was the right thing to do. She'd tested the goggles on herself, programming them to strengthen the view that she was a superior being and that others should follow her. That had rid her of her remaining doubts. Now she was free to rule. But would Tim serve?
The programme started up and Eloise watched Tim willingly follow the puzzlemaster's instructions. He was just peachy, there on the bed, doing what the virtual her told him to. Eloise felt the heat in her groin. The avatar of her guided the boy to carry out simple tasks -- matching up puzzle blocks, basic mathematical equations, and kept building him up, adding more movements and more complexity, and giving more praise for every puzzle he solved. He was a good mathematician -- that was his degree -- and it showed, though once she enslaved him she planned to put him on a different path.
"The graphics glitch sometimes," said Tim, "should I stop?"
"No! I mean, I see it -- it would really help me out if you'd keep going. Please?"
"Sure! It's great. I just thought you might want to fix it."
"I need more data -- keep going as long as you can."
Tim just nodded. The glitches were part of Eloise's programme, designed to mess with the subject's reward centres and motivations, opening them up to new inputs. All the new inputs were Eloise, and a different glitch triggered a hit of dopamine. She was trying, in essence, to get the boy addicted to following her orders, but the suggestions went so much deeper than that.
On its own, she thought that what the goggles were doing might be enough over a year's slow exposure, repeated every day. She didn't have that long -- she wanted a slave now. In fact, she was a goddess. She deserved a slave now. She told Tim to keep going and handed him a bottle of a sweet energy drink to keep him going. He had been playing only half an hour, but he gulped it down in a few draughts, to Eloise's delight.
He'd taken the full dose, never knowing. The sugar disguised the taste, but the water was laced with a cocktail of drugs -- some to help open Tim's mind, others to help her overpower him if needed. Her last resort was a big dose of rohypnol -- he could be made to forget the whole thing. She'd tell him they'd got stoned together and he'd passed out again. The little lightweight would believe anything she said.
Tim went quiet a few minutes later and Eloise flushed with excitement. She stepped up the programme into the second of its three phases, and closed the curtains so no prying eyes could see what might happen next. The new Eloise avatar was dressed in tight leather, just like one of her real outfits. Sexy but not completely out of the ordinary. The programme made Tim lie back on the bed and start to solve puzzles involving the female form. Eloise watched him do it willingly, and the glitches got stronger with each new problem, forcing the boy's mind deeper into submission.
Eloise started to type in the command to skip to level three, but she got control of herself just in time. She had to wait. The subject's mind had to be completely open before level three started, or else the life-changing commands she would give would hit some deep-rooted psychological defences. Nonetheless, Tim was still and drugged, lying on the bed, and with the goggles on, he could see nothing of what Eloise was doing in real life, and there was no way he'd be able to even roll off the bed, let alone spring up and take action. She slipped off her knickers from under her skirt and started to masturbate freely.
It took Tim another hour to complete level two. Eloise came quietly, with careful breaths, as he lay there on the bed growing more and more amenable to her control. She checked her phone a few times, looking for alerts that the trackers she'd installed on her other housemates' devices were coming nearer. They were both safely a hundred or more miles away, visiting the school friends they were gradually growing apart from. They had no real family left -- no one to really miss them or notice the difference once she enslaved them too. She longed for the day when they needed only her company, but she brought her attention back to Tim.
She hit the button for level 3, with an illegally imported tazer and the syringe of rohypnol ready just in case he reacted against it. He jerked and gurgled as her programme glitched away the last of his mental resistance, then he froze on the bed when the software avatar of her -- now quite naked, and completely accurate -- told him not to move a muscle except to blink and breathe.
Level 3 introduced Tim to his new role in life. He was made to solve puzzles that coalesced into 3D images of himself serving Eloise, following her orders, and generally submitting to her in all things. The programme induced a huge dopamine hit each time he completed one, and it started to introduce an aural element, where he had to swear fealty to her, swear to keep his slavery an absolute secret unless she expressly gave permission, swear to serve her, swear to abandon his own goals in favour of the ones she gave him.
