Jenny’s eyes flitted open, unused to the sensation of silken sheets.

She wasn’t in her normal bed.

Her pulse jumped momentarily, before remembering where she was. This was Precious’ bed. Precious’ room.

But Precious itself was nowhere to be seen. Jenny settled back under the covers, slightly annoyed at the fact that her chastity belt and bra were still firmly locked onto her. Precious mentioned having some duties to attend to in the morning, so that must be where it was. Not a single clue where it could be, but if it was serving its Mistresses it was probably something sexual.

Jenny shifted her legs, still feeling residual stickiness between her thighs. Last night…

That had been the first time Jenny had cum in weeks. Possibly months. Whenever she’d tried to pleasure herself before, she would keep seeing Nicole’s face with that look of confusion and betrayal. But now … she hadn’t even needed to touch herself to reach orgasm. Precious had done that all for her with hypnosis.

Jenny stared at the ceiling, fine chandelier lights encased in glass – possibly crystal – shining from each of its delicate arms. She’d allowed Precious into her brain. Not Nicole, but Precious. Even if they were the same, Jenny couldn’t help but recognise their differences. Nicole was how she remembered her. Cheery, helpful, oh so honest, but she realised now that there was a deep longing that swam beneath the surface, one that didn’t exist in Precious.

The Doll lacked outward emotion, sure. But Jenny realised now how it was self-actualised, at peace with itself. Nicole wanted to be Precious, and Precious wanted for nothing. Jenny hadn’t seen that so long ago. All she saw was what Diana and Jasmine had done to Nicole, not realising that all along she had been looking at what Nicole wanted beyond everything else.

Jenny sat up, and looked around the room. She hadn’t gotten a chance to properly see it when she’d semi-deliriously been led to it by Precious.

For starters it was huge. High ceilings, exquisitely polished wooden floors, a set of double doors set into the wall that was probably a closet of some kind. A huge vanity mirror dominated a wide table covered in an organised collection of brushes, lipsticks, makeup palettes and who knew what else. Jenny wasn’t super into makeup, but used to throw on some sketchy eyeliner wings whenever she used to go to punk shows for the flair.

The bed she was laying in was enormous too. Multiple soft mattresses, silken sheets and plush duvets, feather down pillows. It was all so excessive. Her room really did feel like a prison cell in comparison. Honestly, she was feeling so out of place surrounded by this wealth and luxury she was wondering if she might actually prefer it back in her room.

Not like she could actually go there if she wanted to, she realised. She needed an escort, or a proctor. Precious was gone for now, with no real indication of when it’d be back. Jenny ran a few fingers through her hair, scratching at her scalp in thought.

Maybe she could have a little bit of a snoop around.

Jenny threw the covers to the foot of the bed and made her way to the vanity. Peeking through its various drawers she saw that there was so much more in the way of cosmetics than just the makeup on the clean and organised surface. Nail polish, hair pins, wig caps, even a variety of different coloured contact lenses.

Huh, she thought, so that’s why her eye colour keeps changing.

After picking through the cosmetics, her curiosity was eventually drawn back to the double doors of the closet. Throwing them open, Jenny was stunned to see that rather than a single rack of clothes, it was a humongous walk-in closet, a series of lights automatically flicking on overhead when she opened the doors.

Jenny stepped inside, marvelling at the … the everything. Rows upon rows of outfits of every kind – some cute, some sexy, some outright slutty, some elegant, all looking like they were designed for Precious alone. Accessories festooned the shelves, with elbow length gloves, stockings of every colour, necklaces, jewellery, ribbons and bows … Jenny felt like she was getting lost just looking at all of it.

And then there were the shoes. Oh goodness, the shoes. All heels, obviously. It was as if Jasmine and Diana had a fetish for the things. And some were definitely on the kinky side, a few tall platforms with deadly stiletto points, others ballet heels so extremely pointed that Jenny had to wonder if Precious had broken a toe just wearing the things. But these were all Precious’. Or at least, what Jasmine and Diana had bestowed on her to wear. Jenny had to wonder if Precious was even allowed to choose its own outfits. It was a Doll, after all. It only made sense that the Mistresses would explicitly dress it up. Besides, Precious almost didn’t do anything without being told to.

Jenny was starting to feel small again. It was as if she got the terribly strange feeling that clothes would start leaping from the racks, trying to grab onto her, wrapping across her arms and body and forcing her into wearing them. Wigs falling on top of her and making her all stupid and vacant. All to make her just like…

She shook her head, slapping the sides of her cheeks for good measure. That wasn’t a line of thinking she wanted to go down.

There was a loud thunk as the door handle for Precious’ room was forced open, the door swinging wide as excitable steps and a loud voice called into the room.

‘Dolly! Dolly? Dolly, where are you?’

Jenny froze. She recognised that voice. Clara stepped into the room wearing an elaborate pink and ribboned gown, her vacant eyes scanning across everything until they finally settled on Jenny.

Oh crap, Jenny thought.

Clara’s head cocked to the side before something slotted into place in her brain.

‘Oh! You’re the grey girl, Jenny! I mean like, the one in the jumpsuit! Hiya!’

Jenny raised an awkward hand in greeting.

‘Hello.’

Clara gave a wide, sincere grin as she all but skipped closer. Her expression turned to one of childlike curiosity as she looked Jenny up and down.

‘What are you, like, wearing?’

Jenny flushed a little, tugging at the chastity belt around her waist.

‘It’s um, chastity stuff. I don’t have the key.’

‘So you can’t have sex?’ Clara asked with a pout, ‘That like, totally sucks.’

Jenny was a little too baffled by all this to be indignant about what the bimbo had said.

‘Do you like, know where my Dolly is?’ Clara changed the subject.

‘Um, no. Not really. It said it was attending to some duties Jasmine or Diana gave, but I don’t know where they are.’

‘Aw,’ Clara gave a disappointed pout, ‘But I wanted to play dress up with it today.’

Jenny couldn’t help but look around at the masses of clothing that surrounded them. If they played dress up then they definitely had a lot of options. This would have been a dream come true if she were a kid.

Clara gave a gasp as if an idea had formed in her empty head. She clasped Jenny’s hands and chattered excitedly as Jenny reeled in surprise.

‘But you’re like, um, in dentures, right? That means I can play dress up with you!’

A stone quickly sank in Jenny’s belly. That’d be so far out of her style she might die from embarrassment were that to happen. It’d certainly be worse than whe Lisa had forced her to meow all that time ago.

‘B-but I’m not Precious’ size!’ Jenny tried to protest, trying to reason with Clara.

‘Does that like, matter?’ Clara asked with wide eyes, ‘Don’t worry, it’ll be okay! You’ll be so cute and pretty, like a princess! Ohmygosh, we can do princesses after!’

Jenny’s thoughts were a spiral of no no no no no no no no no-

She had to get Clara off this train of thought. A challenge, since she didn’t have many other tracks to begin with.

‘But … um…’  Jenny stammered before an idea came to her, ‘Didn’t you want to find Precious first? Then we could … do dress up together?’

Clara’s eyes sparkled, wide as could possibly be.

‘Oh. My. Gosh. You are like, so super smart, Jenny!’

She breathed an internal sigh of relief. Clara was practically bouncing up and down on her toes in excitement.

‘I’ll go get Precious! You wait right here!’

Jenny nodded as Clara pranced away as a thought suddenly occurred to her.

‘H-hey, wait! Can you take m-’

The door closed behind Clara as she disappeared from the room, as Jenny gave a frustrated sigh. Looks like she was still stuck in Precious’ room for the time being.

Jenny wandered back out of the truly huge walk-in closet and closed the doors behind her, the thoughts of “dress up” still looming in her mind with a shudder. Definitely not her style. She could only imagine how hard Jasmine or Diana would laugh at her if she saw her like that. Probably part of the reason they had made her obey the other playthings to begin with. Luckily for the most part, they were either merciful in their requests or easily distracted in Clara’s case.

But now she was left alone again, she found herself without anything to do. Sure she could snoop around more through Precious’ stuff, though she didn’t particularly care about the idea of going through the Doll’s underwear drawer. If it even wore underwear to begin with.

Jenny sat back down on the enormous bed, pushing herself back to the cushioned headboard. Her thoughts drifted back to last night.

Hypnosis felt strange. She thought it would be like she was torn away from her own body, almost like she would black out, but instead it was so peaceful. Gentle and delicate. Maybe it was just the way Precious did it, but it barely had to do anything at all. Just make her stare at its finger and tap her on the nose, like it was some kind of fairy from a Disney movie.

Her other realisation made her think more. That peace she felt, it was a lot like meditation. She’d picked up the practice in her travels through South America, the first place she’d visited. Sharing a hostel with a bunch of hippies, she’d learned how to centre her mind from one of them after she’d gone through a strangely out of left-field panic attack. In return she’d given him a lift to the next town over, and ditched him after that.

Maybe it was worth trying again.

Jenny crossed her legs and sat with her palms folded in her lap, straightening her back and regulating her breathing. There wasn’t much in the way of calming music or chimes or anything, but she could probably go without for this.

Closing her eyes, she began to concentrate. As she centred herself she began to think on her journey. How strange it was that after working so hard in a place she was afraid of, after travelling across the face of the globe, she’d come back here in such a changed capacity. She’d already had a full journey just to get here, and now she was on another. A never-ending circle of experience.

Something began to tingle in her spine. Jenny realised that fuzzy feeling was back. Fainter, but undeniably there. She concentrated, trying to mentally reach out and touch it, trying to gently draw it in and examine it. She wasn’t going to pick it apart, but she needed to observe it. She felt it before, at the party. Then she felt it again when Precious hypnotised her. Now she was feeling it again, but this time … had she caused this? Just what was this thing supposed to be? It wasn’t a fog, but a hazy outline she could see through. Something dancing just at the edge of her perceptions, like heat from the sun on the surface of a river.

Jenny heard the sound of snapping fingers, made incredibly loud by the previous silence. She jolted back, hitting her head against the cushioned headboard as she opened her eyes to see Jasmine, suddenly standing next to her with the door on the opposite side of the room still closed.

‘What the-’ she exclaimed, ‘When did you-’

‘Just now,’ Jasmine explained, ‘I opened the door, but you didn’t seem to notice. You weren’t sleeping, were you?’

‘Uh. No,’ she admitted, ‘I was … meditating.’

A look of understanding came over Jasmine, ‘I see. That makes a lot of things suddenly make a lot more sense.’

Jenny blinked in surprise, ‘Like what?’

‘Like your behaviour last night at the party,’ Jasmine gestured with her hand, revealing a small key between her fingers, ‘Speaking of, I suppose you’ll be wanting those off?’

‘Yes, Mistress,’ Jenny nodded with a faint blush around her cheeks.

As Jasmine set to removing her chastity, she spoke again, ‘Precious did tell me about last night, you realise. I didn’t think you’d actually accept the offer to be hypnotised. Honestly I was surprised at you, considering your previous reaction to the concept,’ as Jasmine removed Jenny’s chastity belt, a string of coagulated slick went with it, ‘Then again, perhaps you’ve come around to the idea.’

‘I … no,’ Jenny huffed, her blush intensifying, ‘I just wanted to cum, that’s it.’

‘And yet you managed to pull off something that usually requires months, if not years of practice to accomplish for most subjects.’

‘I don’t know what you’re saying,’ Jenny grumbled.

Jasmine gave a sigh as she deposited the chastity belt and bra at the foot of the bed, ‘What I’m saying is, you seem to have more experience with being hypnotised than you might realise.’ 

Jenny suddenly felt very defensive, ‘But you said you never did anything to me. That trigger in Rome you used didn’t work! Precious was the first one who did that to me.’

‘Oh believe me, neither I nor Diana have laid a finger on your mind. That,’ she said, pointing a finger at Jenny for emphasis, ‘Was all your doing.’

Jenny’s confusion only grew.

‘I … what? Are you trying to say I secretly hypnotised myself and forgot about it?’

‘Nothing so dramatic. But perhaps you may have allowed yourself to fall into trance without realising what it was. Like your meditation, for instance.’

‘What are you talking about?’

Jasmine gave a smirk, ‘In truth, hypnosis is reliant on the subject far more than the hypnotist. A subject cannot be made to imagine something they do not want to imagine. And since hypnosis is all about leading the mind into a state of concentration and control, that means that logically, all hypnosis is self-hypnosis.’

‘So … what is that supposed to mean?’

‘To simplify,’ Jasmine said, putting both hands on her hips, ‘Your greatest fear, that Diana or I would strip away your free will and force you to become something you’re not, is impossible. Unless it is something you desire on some level, we literally cannot hypnotise you.’

Jenny couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Had she just not understood what hypnosis was this whole time? It sort of made sense. It wasn’t magic for crying out loud. But that also meant that all the playthings who were transformed, part of it was something that they wanted to happen.

Especially Precious.

‘So, meditation is just hypnosis?’ Jenny asked.

‘Not exactly, but it is a form of trance,’ Jasmine explained, ‘Trance specifically exists in many forms, as it is a state of total concentration. Precious may have explained that to you.’

‘Yeah, it did, actually…’

‘Doesn’t seem quite so scary now, then?’ Jasmine gave a somewhat smug smirk, ‘In order to be hypnotised the subject must allow the other person in. And that’s not something you’ve done, is it?’

Jenny scowled, then sighed, ‘You’re more right than you know, Mistress.’

Jasmine made a self-satisfied noise, before addressing Jenny again, ‘Now then, you’d better dress and get back to your room. I will escort you there.’

‘Thank you, Mistress,’ Jenny murmured as her Mistress produced another of her grey jumpsuits, her enthusiasm upon seeing it minimal.

Jenny dressed quickly, noticing that there were no locks for her collar, sleeves, or pant legs. She couldn’t complain, obviously, but it felt strange to realise that she was being rewarded for good behaviour. When she’d first come back to this place, she wasn’t sure if she’d ever willingly show that good behaviour to begin with.

Maybe the Mistresses were just feeling soft.

Soon after dressing, the pair left Precious’ room after Jenny had been made to remake Precious’ bed after sleeping in it. The pair walked through the mansion halls, Jenny’s mind spinning with thoughts.

Did she secretly enjoy hypnosis? She definitely enjoyed being with Precious, but that might have just been a one time deal. Apparently she was good at it, however that happened. Jenny didn’t even realise you could “be good” at being hypnotised! She hadn’t meditated that much anyway, usually just to calm herself down. She did have a good physical memory though, maybe that helped? Why was she having such weird fantasies anyway? Getting attacked by clothes, all those mannequins she imagined turning into clones of herself, then turning into Precious?

‘Mistress,’ Jenny suddenly blurted out, ‘How do you make playthings the way they are?’

Caught off guard by the question, Jasmine turned to look at Jenny, but did not immediately chastise her for speaking out of turn.

‘Why do you ask?’

‘I … I guess the reason that the things that happened … happened the way they did, was because I thought I already knew what was going on. I guess I wasn’t … curious. I didn’t want to know,’ she said, trying to properly explain her thoughts, ‘So – if it’s alright, Mistress – I already sort of know why, but maybe I should know … how?’

Jasmine raised an eyebrow in an elegant sickle-like arch, before turning away again and continuing her stride.

‘Very well. Your reasoning is sound, so you deserve to know. Curiosity is important. Diana and I don’t just bind someone to our wills or make them perfectly obedient, braindead, sex-obsessed things. Of course there are still various shades of that in our transformations, but we tend to avoid the boring options.’

‘And, what counts as an interesting choice?’

‘Typically, we take our new slave and make them the exact opposite of the person they were when they came into our possession. It can take some time to decide and feel things out, get an understanding of their personality as it is before we can begin to play with them.’

Transforming someone to be the exact opposite of who they were? Jenny had to think for a moment about that. That didn’t sound like Precious at all.

‘Usually we try to make our playthings happier for it,’ Jasmine continued, ‘People who sell themselves into sexual slavery don’t tend to be a hundred percent content with their lives, after all.’

The quip made sense to her. But something wouldn’t let her move past the thought.

‘I kind of wonder if…’

‘If you were one of our playthings?’ Jasmine asked with a keen backwards glance.

Caught off guard, Jenny couldn’t really hide her indignity, or deny the words of her Mistress.

‘Y-yes, Mistress,’ she said sheepishly.

Jasmine gave a thoughtful hum, ‘To be honest I’d never given it any thought. Not as if the option were on the table to begin with,’ another soft noise of contemplation escaped her, ‘But if I were to make a guess, I’d say you might make for an appealing wife.’

Jenny gawked in surprise, too shocked by what she’d said to properly speak.

‘M-Mistress?!’

‘Not for Diana or I, obviously,’ she chuckled dangerously, ‘Perhaps something in a nineteen-fifties style, or a sweet and homely housewife. Someone demure and so fond of gardening, or baking and sewing, or homemaking. Wearing an apron and headscarf, both dusted with flour, and always oh so ditzy and cute and flustered with the simplest words of kindness. How does that sound to you?’

‘That,’ Jenny swallowed an awkward lump in her throat, ‘That doesn’t sound like me at all, Mistress.’

Jasmine gave a dangerous smirk, ‘Doesn’t it, just.’

Jenny gritted her teeth as her face flushed red. That wasn’t anything she wanted. That was so, so not her. Jasmine was obviously just making fun of her, laughing at her expense. She’d never actually do that. She said she wouldn’t. Jasmine might be terrifying, but at least she was true to her word.

As they passed the atrium, Jenny happened to glance towards the front door of the mansion. There she saw both Clara, in a complete daze sitting slumped in the chair behind the reception desk, and Precious, standing dutifully still in a very cute office outfit holding tightly to someone Jenny didn’t recognise, someone who was currently staring with half-lidded eyes at Diana, who was gently whispering something Jenny couldn’t perceive to her.

From the way she looked, the way she stood, how slow and vacant her blinks were … was she hypnotised?

Jenny looked back to Jasmine, who had also taken a moment to stop and look, her own face displaying an eager grin.

‘I see my darling has already started plans with Agatha,’ she smirked.

Jenny looked back to the dazed assistant. Was that the new receptionist? She must be new, she looked nothing like the old one Jenny remembered. Come to think of it, there wasn’t one when she first arrived at the mansion either.

‘Just to put you at ease,’ Jasmine continued, ‘I can assure you that this was not simply a whim of ours.’

‘But … isn’t she your receptionist?’ she couldn’t help but ask.

‘And an amatuer hypnotist,’ she elaborated, ‘She has previously asked Diana for some guidance in furthering her skills, as so far she’s also been one who has practised hypnosis almost solely on herself. She would do well to learn a few things so she does not get herself – or others – hurt.’

Jenny gulped, ‘What are you going to do to her?’

‘Nothing much. A simple test of her agency. Something to prove to us that she can deny suggestions, even if they are already implanted in her brain.’

‘I guess I didn’t realise you could resist them,’ she muttered to herself.

The sounds of Jasmine’s heels against the floor began tapping again as she began her stride, ‘Perhaps there is still much for you to learn as well.’

Jenny brought herself back to attention and followed her Mistress. The receptionist was a hypnotist? Was she the only person in this entire mansion who wasn’t some kind of hypno freak?

Jenny received a knock at the door from a proctor early the next morning. Apparently both Mistresses had taken a flight to Paris, bringing along one of their playthings and their receptionist.

Jenny tried not to think about it too much. She’d never been to Paris before, the city just didn’t appeal to her. Besides, she’d heard all about the supposed “Paris Syndrome” that disenchanted people as soon as they arrived at the supposed City of Love. All it really was was a normal city. One with culture, history, legacy, and so much else, but Jenny could find that in places that weren’t swarming with tourists.

Still, that meant that she was meant to work on her duties without the oversight of either Mistress. It was freeing in a way, but she had to admit that something felt strange now. She truly couldn’t put her finger on it.

Jenny was brought to the greenhouse and a watering can pressed into her hands. She’d be taking care of the gardening today, pulling out weeds and making sure all the plants were properly watered and nourished.

It wasn’t bad, surprisingly. The greenhouse was hot and humid that made her sweat in her jumpsuit, but now that it wasn’t locked, she could pull down the zipper and give herself some air while she worked.

But Jasmine’s words still haunted parts of her mind. Housewife. Doing the gardening. Maybe in a big straw hat with flowers woven into the brim, in a long and flowing sundress, completely oblivious to the idea that an entire world existed outside her little garden. Jenny had to stop and shake her head. That couldn’t be her. She was a free spirit. A traveller, ever since she could remember. Sometimes, that’s what she had to be. She couldn’t let herself get tied down because those connections would trap her.

But somehow one of those connections had found her all the same.

Jenny ran a hand through her short hair and stretched her back. Her hair was getting longer now. She almost needed to start tying it back to keep it out of her hair. Maybe she should ask the Mistresses if she could get a haircut.

The door to the greenhouse swung open, and Jenny turned. Standing in the threshold was a woman in a latex maid outfit in white and forest green. Jenny recognised that she must be the Head Maid, but she was clearly different to the one she knew, her eyes keenly intent behind her circular glasses. Maybe they were new? Still, if she had to guess then the new Head Maid was probably still as sadistic and vindictive as the old one.

Jenny set the watering can down and gave as graceful a curtsey as her jumpsuit allowed.

‘Good afternoon Miss, how may I help?’ she asked, trying to make nice so she wouldn’t give the Head Maid any justification to bully her.

‘Hmph. Looks like you’ve at least got half a brain. Not like that idiot receptionist,’ the Head Maid spoke dismissively, piquing Jenny’s attention. Had she done something to Agatha? ‘Do you know my name?’

Jenny tried to contain her uncomfortable shifting, ‘No, Miss. The Mistresses had not informed me.’

The maid gave another scoff, ‘Unbelievable. You’d think Jasmine would learn to tell someone who I am. I swear, she must think everyone just knows who everyone else is right off the bat!’

‘And … what is your name, Miss?’

The woman gave a smirk, ‘You may call me Miss Anne. And you,’ she said meaningfully, ‘Must be Jenny. The indentured girl.’

She gulped. It felt like everyone seemed to know who she was at least.

‘I heard you were a previous member of staff. I wanted to see you for myself,’ Anne said, stepping closer, ‘You seem to carry yourself like it.’

‘Thank you, Miss Anne,’ Jenny curtsied again. She didn’t let it show, but this was starting to get on her nerves.

‘Of course,’ Anne said with a fanged smirk, ‘Your current position isn’t anywhere near as privileged as when you were once a member of staff. Did you happen to do something Bad, Jenny?’

The shock from the jumpsuit caused Jenny to flinch as Anne cackled.

‘Oops! I’m so sorry,’ she said, her voice dripping with mocking insincerity, ‘I really should watch what I say, hm? Who knows what kind of triggers people have.’

Jenny tried to swallow her anger, keeping her head bowed to try and push through the sensations.

‘Yes, Miss Anne. But I submitted myself to pay for it.’

‘Well isn’t that noble of you?’

Jenny was starting to get more nervous. She was past feeling uncomfortable. Anne wanted something, and it wasn’t something simple.

‘Is there anything I can do for you, Miss Anne?’ Jenny asked again.

‘Hm. Now that you mention it, perhaps there is a way you could help me,’ Anne smiled, ‘I have a party that I’ve been trusted with overseeing, and I could use a little assistance with it.’

Jenny swallowed her nerves. Another party? From the leering expression on Anne’s face, this wasn’t going to be as straightforward as she was letting on.

Still, what choice did she have?