The air inside Jenny's room was still as she looked up at the ceiling of her room – technically a prison cell.

No one had called for her for the entire day.

What gives? she wondered, Are they just busy? No way they forgot about me, right?

Boredom had been itching at her for hours now. The door was unlocked, she knew that. But even so, where would she go? If she was caught wandering around she'd just get in trouble, and pissing off Jasmine or Diana again was the very last thing on her bucket list.

So she waited, blowing spit bubbles with her mouth as she lay back on the bed. She didn't even know what time it was. No windows in her room, not even a clock. If she didn't have some basic furnishings she'd have called it torture in and of itself.

Jenny gave an annoyed exhale, popping her spit bubble. Frustratingly, the boredom was probably the worst part of her whole indenture here.

She heard the sound of her door handle turning and she sat up just in time to see Jasmine striding into the room.

‘Jenny,’ Jasmine greeted her curtly, ‘Tonight Diana and I will be going to a party with Precious tonight.’

She blinked in mild confusion of where Jasmine was going with this, ‘Okay..?’

‘We heard what you did for Nicole.’

Frost crept into Jenny's veins. Oh, she was fucked now. Jasmine had to be furi-

‘I'm not upset with you,’ she said, seeming to predict Jenny's thoughts as she was having them.

… Huh?

‘Instead, you'll be coming with us,’ she explained, ‘With some stipulations. Now strip.’

With a snap of Jasmine’s fingers, a few maids entered holding metal restraints. But also a metal bra? And something that looked like underwear?

When Jenny saw the featureless metal mask that was brought into the room, she realised what all this was. Chastity restraints.

She looked up at Jasmine, who returned with a meaningful look. Flushed with indignity and looking away, Jenny began to take off her jumpsuit. As she did, some of the maids also started taking off her underwear. She was about to protest, but her words withered under Jasmine’s stare.

She wasn’t naked for long at all, as the maids swiftly closed the chastity bra and belt around her, securing them with heavy padlocks. Quickly following were cuffs around her thighs and ankles, as well as her biceps and wrists, the thigh and bicep cuffs chained to each other and the belt and bra respectively,

Jenny swallowed a little nervousness as the maids opened the featureless metal mask and handed it to Jasmine, its interior cushioned with some sort of breathable padding.

‘You’ll be kept on a leash so we may guide you to the car. Once we get to the party you’ll essentially be a decoration, but at the very least you’ll be acclimating to socialising again.’

Socialising? Wearing an anonymous mask and unable to be touched? Jasmine beckoned her closer, and she begrudgingly complied as the maids filtered out of the room.

‘If you’d rather not go, you do not have to come with us,’ Jasmine said softly, ‘This is meant to be a reward. I promise that nothing you do not want to happen to you will occur at this party.’

She blinked in surprise. She was being given the choice? And … this was a reward? Then again, anything was better than staying longer alone in her room.

‘F-fine.’

Jasmine frowned, ‘Does that sound like the kind of tone I expect as an answer?’

Jenny balled up her fists in embarrassment.

‘Sorry, Mistress. Yes, Mistress.’

‘That’s better.’

Jasmine placed the back half of the mask against Jenny’s head, the interior cushion form-fitting enough that it fit almost perfectly to the shape of her head. She shuddered a little as the other cushioned half closed in on her face, perfectly containing her head in a protective and anonymous steel shell. Unable to see and only barely able to hear, Jenny could sort of sense a locking mechanism snap shut on the exterior of the mask and something click around the attached collar. She would have made a shivering noise, but the constriction of the mask clamped her jaw together, not allowing much – if any – give.

Hearing Jasmine’s footsteps, Jenny started to follow as her chain leash went taut.

The pair walked through the hallways of the mansion, Jenny not quite knowing where they were until Jasmine spoke again.

‘Agatha, we’ll be back late. Be ready to meet us when we return.’

‘Yes Ma’am,’ came the response, a voice Jenny hadn’t heard before. Was she new? Why did Jasmine know her by name? And why did she call her Ma’am?

Jasmine gave only a short response, ‘Good.’

With no further words, the mansion door opened and Jenny was led out into the late summer night. The cold metal and warm air caused her skin to prickle, as she carefully descended the mansion steps following Jasmine’s lead.

The pair eventually made it to the car, Jasmine guiding her indentured ward into the back seat, taking the seat opposite her. Jenny wasn’t really sure what to do beyond just waiting, sitting in metal bondage. She could move, technically. But she felt no less a prisoner. The chastity belt and bra were surprisingly constrictive, the cool metal eventually warming up against her.

An unconscious finger felt at the belt, perceiving only its cool smoothness. Jenny pulled it away. She didn’t know if Jasmine was looking. The thought was humiliating.

The mask was starting to get way too warm…

Jenny’s perception of time already felt distorted, and it was all but impossible with the mask keeping her senses in the dark. She wasn’t sure how long it took them to reach their destination, but eventually they came to a stop. Jasmine pulled at her leash, guiding her out of the car as she felt herself being pulled along into some sort of establishment.

Even through the padded steel mask, Jenny could sense the sounds of opulence and indulgence. Lustful moans, champagne being poured, indistinct but hearty chatter, the impact of flesh against flesh. Jenny swallowed.

Jasmine suddenly put a hand against Jenny’s chest as they stopped.

‘Tatyana, good to see you again,’ Jasmine said warmly.

‘Oh, Jasmine! Wonderful as always to see you,’ spoke a jovial, heavily Russian-accented woman, ‘Your darling wife arrived earlier, with that cute little doll of yours. She awaits you in the guest room upstairs.’

Jenny’s ears pricked up. Precious was here?

‘But – you continue to intrigue me Jasmine. Who is this masked creature you have with you?’ Tatyana asked, ‘With such security, you’d think she was dangerous!’

Jasmine gave a small chuckle, ‘Not a plaything of ours, but under a contract to repay a certain debt. We decided to bring her here tonight as a reward for good behaviour. I hope you don’t mind.’

‘Not at all! No good deed shall go unpunished, correct?’ she gave a throaty laugh, ‘But, eh, may I? She looks so soft to the touch.’

‘Oh? No accompaniment tonight?’ Jasmine asked.

‘Tragically not. Another one who was not right for me. But I keep hope. Someday soon.’

‘I see,’ Jasmine said, ‘But if you would like to touch her for a while, that decision remains up to our servant.’

‘How generous of you,’ Tatyana observed, ‘I seem to remember many in your arrangements not having such luxury of choice.’

Jasmine rested a hand atop Jenny’s metal mask, leaning in close to whisper.

‘So, Jenny? Are you okay with this?’

Jenny shifted on the spot, clenching and unclenching her hands. It was so strange to be here already, something felt off in a way she couldn't touch on. Different. She shouldn’t have come. She should’ve bolted the second she’d had the chance. She should’ve told Jasmine to go screw the second she gave her the choice.

But then again. It’d been so long since she’d felt someone else’s touch.

Perhaps against her better judgement, Jenny nodded silently.

‘I shall have my fun and return her to you later,’ Tatyana grinned, Jenny recognising the sound of her leash being passed from Jasmine to her, ‘Do not worry, little Jenny. I will be gentle.’

Jenny gave a huff, muffled by both her clamped jaw and the padding of her mask. Little?

She had to step forward and reset her balance as she felt her chain leash being drawn further and further towards Tatyana, link by link. Jenny’s mind spun. She didn’t even know what this person looked like! She didn’t even know who she was! And she just … just like that, entrusted her whole being to them? What was she thinking?!

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sensation of a muscular hand gripping her shoulder, causing her to stiffen in surprise.

‘Do not worry, Jenny,’ Tatyana growled, her voice low on her breath and carrying the peppery bite of cigar smoke, ‘I will treat you with the respect any luxury deserves.’

Jenny found herself pulled in and spun around, held against the body of someone much taller and much, much stronger than them. She shivered as Tatyana’s rough hands slowly began exploring the surface of her skin, her broad palms totally covering the metal chastity bra covering her breasts. She could feel the heat of them through the metal.

‘You are so small,’ Tatyana cooed, ‘So delicate. Like a tiny little bird.’

She grabbed one of Jenny’s wrists, lifting it above her head as her other hand brushed against the sensitive inner skin of her arm, down to her armpit and back up, as if she were playing some strange bowed instrument.

‘It is intriguing. Who is the person behind this mask? Who is Jenny? She shivers. Is pleasure denied to her? Or does she deny it to herself?’

Jenny felt like her head was roasting within the mask now. Her breath just had to be caught inside the mask. That had to be it. She wasn’t … she wasn’t aroused.

She couldn’t admit that.

Tatyana’s anonymous hands began massaging more of Jenny’s body, eventually settling upon her chastity. The pressure from her strong hands pressed upon Jenny’s sensitive areas, and an unconscious moan escaped her. Tatyana planted a soft kiss upon the metal of her mask, then suddenly righted her and let her go.

‘I have had enough,’ she spoke as Jenny felt Jasmine take hold of her leash again, ‘I fear if I continue, my heart will hurt too much to see her go.’

‘That’s quite forward of you, Tatyana,’ Jasmine remarked.

‘I meant it. She does remind me of a little bird,’ she replied, ‘They are most beautiful in flight. Not in a cage.’

Somehow, those words struck deeply into Jenny. But she was distracted from her introspection by the pull of her chain as Jasmine led her deeper into wherever they were.

‘Do svidaniya, little Jenny,’ Tatyana gave her a farewell before she was gone from her senses.

Jenny continued to step cautiously behind Jasmine, feeling herself led through what must be some kind of exclusive play party. Her vision gone, she could only guess at the opulence of this place. The cool floors must’ve been smooth marble, the rugs they walked across probably Persian in design. She could imagine golden shining light fixtures, modern and minimalist tables, hopelessly extravagant despite its simplicity as she climbed a set of stairs, its handrails and bannisters surely some beautifully polished antique wood. All sorts of wealthy partygoers and whatever playthings they’d brought along to serve as the entertainment…

She tried to clear her head, still feeling the stuffy sensation of her mask, sweat wicking away into the padding. Why was this making her feel so … so…

After climbing the steps, the sound of a door opened and from the room beyond, Jenny could hear a cacophony of moans and pleasured gasps. Jenny was dragged inside with Jasmine, the door closing behind her.

‘Oh my darling Flower, you’re finally here,’ the voice of Diana called, ‘And I see Jenny decided to join us.’

‘I was surprised at her willingness. She’s already made quite the impression on our host,’ Jasmine admitted.

Diana gave a wistful sigh, ‘I hope Tatyana does find the right person for her. She always seems so sad once these parties of hers are over.’

Jenny had questions, but couldn’t really voice them. She heard Jasmine sit next to Diana, the sound of her own leash being deposited on some side table.

But in the brief moments between their conversation, all Jenny could focus on was the sound of the orgy in the room that her Majesty and Mistress seemed perfectly content merely observing.

‘So how many has our Precious Doll serviced this evening?’ Jasmine asked.

‘Oh, at least seven. Not including these four,’ Diana remarked.

Jenny couldn’t convey her surprise in an expression. Eleven people? So far?

A thought began to weave itself through her mind. Eleven people. What could they look like? She knew for a fact what Precious looked like. She looked like Nicole. Just … more, somehow. Even though she supposed she was less. Jenny imagined that she herself didn’t look like much at the moment in comparison. Perfectly anonymous, in a featureless steel mask. Anonymous, like those eleven people.

Her mind’s eye birthed something that made her whole body feel like it was blushing. Eleven mannequins, shaped like her but faceless and in fluid motion, all reaching into Precious. Each one pleasuring it, each giving it everything they could give, giving in to their desires. But not a sound came from Precious. Instead it only showed doll-like contentedness, a fulfilment of purpose greater than anything Jenny could have ever imagined.

Jenny realised where her hands were; one cupping her crotch and another on her breast, gently pawing at the chastity that covered both.

She mewled weakly inside her mask.

‘Something bothering you, Jenny?’ Diana smugly asked.

Jenny froze, suddenly feeling very small.

‘Maybe she’d like to sit down?’ Jasmine said with a sinister chuckle, moving the table around them and taking up her leash again, ‘This way, Jenny. Just follow my voice.’

Too embarrassed to protest, Jenny followed her Mistress’ instruction and felt herself sitting on a plush couch. Between her Mistresses.

‘Don’t worry, Jenny. We won’t be toying with your mind,’ Diana said, ‘Let us just be your eyes for a while. I’m sure you must be so curious to know what is happening to Precious.’

‘Why wouldn’t you be, just look at it,’ Jasmine chuckled, ‘It’s on its back, but that shouldn’t surprise you too much. Being filled in every hole, having its gorgeous breasts fucked by someone riding on top. It must be having the time of its life.’

‘You should have seen it earlier,’ Diana cooed, ‘It had both its hands inside someone else while it was having what little brains remained in its head fucked out of it.’

Jenny was feeling so strange. Like a distant haze was descending on her, all around her. She felt hot. She felt … fuzzy. What was happening? Why did everything seem so confusing? Mistress and her Majesty weren’t doing anything to her, they were barely even touching her! So why was she feeling like this?

She caught her head just in time as it unconsciously began to roll to the side. The mask was just heavy, that had to be it. She wasn't losing control of herself.

This wasn’t their plan, was it? Were they manipulating her? Why would they, she was meant to pay them back, she … why would they tell her the truth if they weren’t trying to trick her? Wait, that didn’t make sense…

Everything felt so overwhelming. She … she just wanted to be touched. To be held. Felt.

‘Jenny? Are you alright?’ Diana asked, the concern in her voice now much more sincere.

Jenny tried to shake her head free of whatever sensation had come over her. Had she spaced out?

She heard Diana and Jasmine speaking to each other in low tones.

‘You didn’t see anyone doing anything to her?’ Diana asked.

‘Tatyana played with her for a moment, but you know she doesn’t understand the first thing about hypnosis,’ Jasmine affirmed.

‘Perhaps she could use some water,’ Diana suggested.

‘I’ll get some.’

‘Thank you, my Flower.’

Jenny was so confused. Why were the Mistresses acting like this, over concern for her no less? She felt her head being held still, the sound of a key sliding home in the lock keeping her mask shut. As the front was lifted away from her, she saw Diana looking back to her, her expression conveying some kind of look of recognition as Jenny tried to blink away whatever feeling was affecting her.

‘Are you certain no one did anything strange, Jenny?’ Diana asked, ‘No gaps in your memory?’

‘N-no, your Majesty,’ she mumbled, rubbing her eyes before turning to look at Precious.

Her eyes widened, seeing everything Diana and Jasmine had described, and more. Precious, soaked through with sweat, ejaculate, and gods knew what else, lost in delirious pleasure yet totally composed in some kind of sublime tranquillity. The people surrounding it oozed lust from every fibre of their beings, their carnal attentions firmly screwed to the pleasure doll set out before them.

She shuddered. It felt hard to tear her eyes away.

‘You’re doing it again,’ came the faintly bemused voice of Diana.

Jenny looked down and flushed red with humiliation, taking her hand off her chastity belt. Words refused to leave her tongue. Everything felt so overwhelming but now it was all in sharp focus.

Diana pulled Jenny’s attention back to her as she spoke again.

‘This has actually been the first time Precious has accompanied us to one of these parties,’ she explained, ‘While it is a perfectly obedient doll, there have been some lines that we found it would not cross. It was only after Nicole’s most recent epiphany that it felt comfortable enough with this. And for that, we have you to thank.’

Jenny’s eyebrows rose in surprise. Diana was thanking her? I mean it must’ve made sense somehow. She was giving them back their doll, piece by piece, memory by memory. But she never thought they’d be this … nice. Diana’s talk with her at dinner. Jasmine, going to get water for her. Diana telling her about where she grew up, trusting her with that information she’d kept secret from seemingly everyone else.

A few months ago, none of this would have seemed right, would have seemed anywhere close to correct. But here, now, the full picture had all come together, previously veiled by her own fear and suspicion. She still didn’t think she’d trust them to reach their fingers inside her head but … she trusted them enough to take her out, looking like this.

Jasmine returned not long after with a tall glass of cold water, which Jenny stared at for a moment, feeling the cold condensation between her fingers as she became lost in her thoughts. Jasmine and Diana spoke again, their hushed tones not reaching Jenny.

‘Has she been alright?’

‘I think she’s just working through some things.’

‘I see. As long as nothing happened to her.’

Jenny continued to stare into the water before taking a tentative gulp.

Jasmine and Diana, beyond their millions, their ownership of human lives, their extravagant lifestyle, their harsh rules and punishments … they were both, somehow, genuinely good people. At the very least they genuinely cared about the people whose lives they assumed  complete control over. Something in Jenny’s brain couldn’t entirely reconcile that.

Before Jenny realised it, she’d finished her glass.

‘Do you need any more, Jenny?’ Diana asked, a sense of care in her voice Jenny had only heard directed towards Precious. Something in her shuddered at that.

‘Um … no, your Majesty. I’m … I’m okay.’

Diana gave a gracious nod, ‘Then if you’re comfortable, we’ll put your mask back on, alright?’

Jenny nodded in acceptance, the metal mask soon closing in around her and plunging her senses back into darkness.

Feeling like this felt so strange. By every single stroke of logic her brain possessed she should be terrified. All of her freedoms were denied her at this moment, even the freedom to see her friend, or to touch herself. But somehow she felt so safe. She knew that even though these two people she sat between were the people she feared most in the world, they would not truly harm her.

She would try to reckon with that thought for the rest of the evening.

By the end of the night, Precious had serviced another dozen people from what Jenny could tell from sound alone.

But at some point, the time had come to leave. Precious was escorted away by Diana to get it cleaned up, and Jasmine sat with Jenny until they returned. During the car ride back, Jenny felt herself so pent up and itching for touch, listening to the way Jasmine and Diana cooed at and teased their doll. She could feel herself practically crackling with energy. She couldn’t wait for all these metal restraints to be taken off her.

There was a gentle lurch as the car came to a halt, presumably back at the mansion. Both sides of the car opened, and Jenny felt her chain being pulled. She dutifully followed, feeling the chill air of the night washing over her hot skin. The doors opened, and Jasmine greeted their receptionist with another set of instructions.

‘I’ll be working from home tomorrow, Agatha. Inform the office. I want the full day’s itinerary on my desk before I get there.’

‘Yes Ma’am. Oh, and the airstrip has informed us that the flight for four to Paris you’ve chartered is ready at your earliest convenience.’

‘Good. I’m looking forward to that,’ she said with a carefully hidden glee, ‘Precious, you can take Jenny back to her room.’

‘Yes Mistress,’ replied the doll, the chain soon becoming taut again. Jenny mentally stumbled. Precious had been holding her leash this whole time?

The doll led Jenny back through the mansion, guiding her steps with careful words just as much as it did holding her chain.

Jenny’s mind spun. She was feeling exhausted from the evening, and she’d been feeling such a lack of any kind of physical stimulation. But Precious had been used the entire night, how was it still walking? And even then, this kind of situation she was in … ever since meeting Nicole all that time ago, she never would have expected this to happen from their all-too-brief friendship.

Eventually Jenny heard a sound she realised was becoming familiar enough to identify from sound alone: the hinges of her door creaking open. It was sort of strange. With all the maids in the mansion and everything being kept in such good shape, it was unusual to have any hinges of the house make any sort of noise.

She was brought inside, feeling the latch of her steel mask unlock as it gently came off her head, blinking to adjust to her new surroundings.

Precious stood before her, its face cleaned of its extravagant makeup but still somehow so doll-like.

‘Um,’ Jenny mentioned in a voice that surprised her with how small – how unlike her – it sounded, ‘Could you please take off these chastity things?’

‘Mistress did not give me the keys to your chastity, so you are to remain like this until morning,’ Precious informed her.

Jenny sighed, feeling the want inside her intensify, ‘Figures. Can’t believe they’d just work me up like this and leave me…’

Precious spoke again suddenly, interrupting Jenny’s train of thought, ‘Have you ever been hypnotised?’

Taken aback, Jenny unconsciously moved backwards before falling onto the foot of her bed.

‘I um … no. Not at all.’

‘Why not?’

Jenny blinked again, initially unsure of what to say.

‘I mean, it’s just … scary. I dunno. Letting someone get into your head like that, messing with your brain and, and controlling you, and…’ Jenny pressed her thighs together, ‘I don’t think I could do that.’

‘In that you aren’t capable, or that you don’t want to?’

‘Both?’ Jenny shrugged in frustration, ‘I mean, I get that Jasmine and Diana aren’t the people I thought they were but I don’t think I can let them just … do whatever they want to my brain. It scares the flip out of me!’

‘You didn’t swear.’

Jenny blinked at the sudden change of subject, ‘Y-yeah.’

‘You aren’t wearing your jumpsuit.’

The realisation crawled up Jenny’s spine like a huge spider. Even knowing that they were taking her words away … they’d gotten into her head. They didn’t even need to hypnotise her. Even thinking about how she’d shifted her step and posture when she’d first seen Jasmine in Rome … maybe they were already in her head.

‘Would you feel safer if it was someone else?’

Jenny looked back to Precious. Having someone else hypnotise her? Could anyone be trusted with that? How could she trust anyone like … like the way Precious could? Like Nicole did? Another barb caught in her chest, one she thought had scattered with the rest of them. A metaphorical sticking point that felt painfully real nonetheless.

Part of why Jenny came back was to understand Precious. She could only really know so much about why it felt or thought the way it did without … she put a nervous hand to the side of her head. Was she really about to…

‘M-maybe,’ Jenny answered quietly.

Precious knelt down slightly, to be level with Jenny’s nervous eyes, ‘Would you like for me to hypnotise you? I promise you will be safe.’

Surprise overtook Jenny. What? What?! Precious would … could …

‘But I…’ Jenny stammered, trying to find the words, ‘Why are you even asking me? I’m indentured, you could just-’

‘To show you that you have a choice,’ Precious interrupted her, ‘Just like Nicole did.’

‘But, that was Nicole. Does she still feel like that?’

‘Jenny, please. Try to understand,’ Precious said patiently, ‘The more of Nicole’s memories you bring back, the more she and I feel indistinguishable from each other. We are not different people. A Precious Doll is what I am, a perspective of myself showed to me by the people who understood and accepted me for who I am, without judgement or condition.’

Jenny wracked her brain. She wanted to understand this, but it felt so unreal. How could they possibly be the same person! Nicole had been hypnotised so much she didn’t even recognise herself as being the same person! Not until…

Until…

Venice.

The thoughts clarified in Jenny’s head. Nicole had always been happy at the mansion. Even working the hardest chores as a maid, nothing would dampen their spirit. Of course being a plaything would be their dream come true. It was more than just not having ambitions or anything else, it’s just that her ambitions were so different than anything Jenny had imagined. It was almost like she couldn’t comprehend it, like the very neurons in her brain refused to make the connection to let her think that.

And because of that, she’d torn everything away from Precious. Ripped away its memories, its idea of who it even was, and plastered over it with a facade of blankness and forgotten memories. And then she’d abandoned it. Her.

C’est fini.

A horrible shudder ran through Jenny. She couldn’t be sure what she was feeling now, but it was unbearable. Guilt and residual arousal mixed in her gut like a cocktail of oil and water. She wanted forgiveness. She wanted absolution. Did she deserve it? That’s why she was here, wasn’t it? But … where would it come from? Even if she was forgiven, even if the Mistresses forgave her, could she forgive herself?

Nicole had forgiven her. She’d done everything in her power to bring Jenny back to the mansion, just to show her that she’d forgiven her. And Jenny was showing how penitent she was by entering into this stupid contract and working to get Precious’ memories back in the first place! So what was she still feeling like this for? What was this feeling?!

Precious suddenly wrapped her arms around Jenny, bringing her in for a hug. She hadn’t even realised there were tears in her eyes.

‘You don’t have to answer,’ Precious’ even tone reassured her, ‘If you are uncomfortable, I will take my leave for tonight.’

‘Wait,’ Jenny’s voice croaked, her hands holding onto the waist of Precious’ fine doll clothes, ‘I … if it’s okay, I … I want to try.’

Precious leaned back to look at Jenny, as she stubbornly wiped the tears from her eyes.

‘Are you sure, Jenny?’

Jenny reached down deep inside herself, a metaphorical hand grasping the root of the last thorn in her heart and braced herself.

‘Positive.’

Precious’ face showed no change in emotion, though a gleam of something passed through its eyes. Some flash of emotion passing too fast for Jenny to place.

‘Please sit further up into your bed, Jenny.’

Complying, Jenny felt her heart racing. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She couldn’t imagine herself doing this. But … she needed to know.

‘Y-you promise you won’t do anything … weird? Like, you aren’t going to make me a different person?’ Jenny stammered.

Precious looked her in the eyes as the doll knelt on the bed beside her, ‘I would only do such a thing if Mistress or Her Majesty ordered me to. They have not done so.’

Somehow Jenny felt both reassured and not at all comforted. Precious lifted a single finger in front of Jenny’s eyes.

‘Hypnosis is actually quite easy. It is a simple state of focus,’ Precious explained, ‘All you need to do is focus on the tip of my finger. There is a good chance your body already knows what to do.’

Jenny looked up slightly at Precious’ finger, the angle enough to make her eyes feel slightly uncomfortable. She didn’t move it much, just slightly from side to side.

‘The way it works is that you bring the subject’s brain to a point of overload by an induction, before breaking through into trance. It can be gradual or fast, depending on the subject, their conditioning, and their state of overload. But you appear to be doing well. You’re doing good, Jenny.’

Something was starting to creep back in around Jenny’s consciousness. That strange, fuzzy feeling was back again. It wasn’t anything from today, was it? It wasn’t just that she was horny, it was like there was something on the tip of her tongue she couldn’t describe.

Jenny hadn’t noticed Precious’ finger had been getting closer the whole time until it lightly tapped her on the bridge of her nose. It was like sparkles had gone off as she blinked softly, her eyelids fluttering as she all of a sudden felt so … relieved.

Jenny’s eyes slid closed as she felt Precious’ hand rest on her chest, gently letting her fall to her mattress.

Precious’ voice cut through the darkness, like it was the only thing Jenny could experience.

‘Tell me how you feel, Jenny.’

‘Mmmalrgiht,’ Jenny murmured, ‘Sof.’

‘That’s right, soft. Relaxed. You’re safe here,’ Precious said with a benevolent tone, ‘Tell me what you want, Jenny.’

Jenny’s body squirmed unconsciously, her thighs rubbing together, ‘Wanna cum. Be touched.’

Precious giggled softly, ‘I can help with that.’

Jenny’s mind felt so blank, as empty as the space around her as she just floated, feeling so blissfully unaware. It was like meditation, a small part of her realised. She knew about that. She didn’t realise it felt so similar.

Precious’ voice soon returned.

‘Imagine yourself being touched, Jenny. Just the way you want at this moment. Remember every way you’ve loved being touched in the past, and feel it happening now.’

A small gasp escaped her as she felt something wrap around her wrists. Calloused, but not rough, hands. Tatyana’s. She tried to imagine what she looked like but the darkness forbade her from knowing. She whimpered as she felt more of a weight settle atop her, her fingers delicately exploring her sex.

Somehow she felt like she was being held down. Hands all across her, pushing her into the mattress, pulling her down, touching all over her, every part of her. Strong, firm hands working into her shoulders and relieving the tension there. The delicate interlocking of feminine fingers through her own. The way a new pair of hiking socks felt as she put them on for the first time. The way lovers past had squeezed and pinched her, how they’d explored and fucked her, put fingers in her mouth and so much else.

Jenny’s mind was alight with electricity, with sensation. It felt like hundreds of hands were touching her, caressing her, loving her, as her unrestrained mind ran away with loving itself. The sensations were so much, from something so small, but she couldn’t truly comprehend that, not now.

She wanted so desperately to see what it was past the darkness, who these hands belonged to. They could be anyone’s. It was like her vision flashed as faceless, formless mannequins manifested, surrounding and touching her. They shifted and swam, transforming into strangers, into people she remembered from her travels, from her time as a maid, they all turned into herself.

And then, all at once, they all became Precious.

Jenny felt like she was almost screaming with pleasure, but all that really escaped her was a dull little groan. She was so close. Everything felt warm and alive and so very safe. The sensations of the hands mutated so rapidly, from hands to chains to rope to tentacles back to hands, through everything Jenny’s brain could conjure in that moment.

Precious’ voice echoed through Jenny’s mind, as each Precious Doll around her spoke as one.

‘You may cum, Jenny. Good girl.’

It didn’t take much longer for Jenny to moan and twitch from the overwhelming stimulation, the orgasm so unlike anything else she wasn’t sure if it was real at first. But from the way her body felt, the way she was breathing, she knew it was real.

‘That’s it, Jenny. You did so well,’ Precious’ voice spoke calmly, ‘I hope this has helped you understand.’

Jenny gave a low, sleepy, delirious giggle. Everything felt so good. So floaty. So peaceful.

‘I’m going to bring you up slowly, okay? And once I reach ten, you’ll be wide awake again, and the only thing you will take with you from this experience is the memory of it,’ Precious said, counting Jenny up to ten.

Upon reaching the final number, Jenny’s eyes blinked open, her expression one of exhausted surprise. What was that?

She looked to her side to see Precious above her, smiling down at her.

‘How do you feel?’

‘I … um … good, I think,’ Jenny answered, still not totally having shaken off her delirium.

‘Do you require aftercare?’ Precious asked.

Jenny bit her bottom lip. She felt more or less fine, but – somehow now it felt easier to admit – she didn’t want to be left alone tonight.

‘Yes please.’

Precious smiled, ‘I will have duties to attend to tomorrow morning, but if you wish it may be permissible for you to spend the night with me in my room for the night.’

Jenny swallowed, feeling the sensation of that last thorn in her heart finally coming free, ‘I would like that.’

‘I will speak with Mistress and Her Majesty. Will you be alright on your own for a moment?’

Jenny nodded. With that, Precious swiftly gathered itself and left the room, leaving Jenny to stare at the ceiling of her room.

Staring into space, Jenny’s hand found its way underneath one of her pillows, drawing out the handkerchief Precious had given her when she’d returned to the manor. With a small hesitancy, she put it to her face and inhaled its scent.

Even though Jenny had kept it with her every night, its smell still somehow reminded her of Precious.