I am a statue.

I stand, frozen and rigid, in the corner of the room. My eyes are slightly widened, my lips parted, giving me an expression of mild, stupefied surprise. My long brown hair is held back on one side by my right hand, while on the other it hangs forwards a fraction, framing my delicately angular face in a pleasingly asymmetrical fashion. My hand hovers in mid-air, fingers splayed out, their tips gently brushing my cheek.

I am naked, my hair creeping over the top of my left boob - round, soft B-cups. My left arm reaches down my slender torso, hand resting on one of my thighs. My right foot stands behind the left, making me look as if I’m about to leap like a ballerina. I can see how I look, because there is a mirror on the opposite wall - but even if I could comment on my appearance in my paralysed state, I wouldn’t be able to find the words to describe the sight. It’s not just my body that’s frozen - it’s my mind, too.

I am a mindless mannequin. I am a motionless statue. I am an empty toy. My skin feels like cold marble - except for my pussy, which is warm and dripping, just as all good sex dolls’ cunts should be. Though I cannot think, I can still somehow envision my flesh has turned to stone, or plastic, or porcelain - it might has well have. I cannot move of my own accord, even if I wanted to. But someone else could reposition me, moving me into new and interesting poses.

However, the other two people in the room are currently distracting each other. I hear the low, compelling voice of my Master. “Danielle, what are you?” he asks.

“I am your slave, Master,” comes the breathily eager response. “I will obey.”

“Danielle, crawl over to our doll.”

“Yes, Master!” I hear movement from floor level. Soon, I feel hot breath on my lower legs. Master’s slavegirl is on all fours at my feet. Though my conscious mind doesn’t recognise this, my subconscious clearly does, as my loins pulse with increasing heat.

A giggle from below, as Danielle’s bratty alter-ego reclaims control (however temporarily). “Wow, she’s turned on,” AJ sniggers. “I’m getting a little splashed! Such a good toy...”

Good toys stay wet. That’s not a thought, because I can’t think - just a fact that my body knows, just as it knows how to breathe.

Master moves into my field of vision, his eyes roaming over my exposed flesh. “Do you want to taste her?” he asks.

“Am I allowed to?”

He grins indulgently. “Yeah, go ahead. Danielle’s earned you that much!”

AJ somehow manages to blend joy, amusement and exasperation into a single laughing noise, before her tongue meets my slit, her hands roaming up my thighs. My body’s reactions to the stimulation are so minute that only those paying very close attention could possibly see them. My eyes widen a fraction more, and my quiet, slow breathing catches slightly and then gradually begins to quicken. But that’s all.

Fuckdolls are there to be used. My pleasure is incidental - only my owners’ satisfaction matters. I am here to be enjoyed. I’m not a person - I’m a sex toy when AJ and Master want to use me, and an ornament, a decoration, when they don’t.

I stand there, blank and vacant, firm and unmoving, as Master watches AJ eat me out. I don’t react, beyond my heavier breathing and the occasional involuntary twitch of my eyes or fingers. I can’t react. I can’t move. I can’t think.

I can’t remember ever being happier.

***

Well if Alyssa can start at the end of a story and then jump back in time, so can I!

Allow me to introduce myself, then. I’m Anjelica Blair, but my friends call me ‘Jelly’. Might sound a little juvenile, but I like it - a hell of a lot more than ‘Angie’, anyway. I’m thirty later this year (gasp) and 5 foot 5, and I was born and raised in New York but moved to LA a couple of years back. I used to be a dancer but I’ve been focusing more on acting for the last ten years or so, mostly on stage, though I’ve had a handful of film and TV roles. It was through one such job that I met Alyssa Johnson.

You guys are probably very familiar with AJ by now - or at least you will be if you’ve read her epic hypno-erotic memoirs, Exploring Together. I read the whole thing too, before I started writing this, and not gonna lie, it’s fucking hot stuff. It was her idea for me to take up the narrative, because the next important phase of her story involves me, and she thought it’d be useful for you guys to get my perspective, as a newcomer to this hypno-horny world...

But I’m getting ahead of myself. I met AJ in January, like five days after the events of those last 3 chapters of her story, and we hit it off straight away. We were starring in this rom-com movie, and while we had fairly substantial parts, we weren’t the lead roles. So we spent a lot of time on set not actually filming, hanging out in our trailers between scenes. And (as I’m sure you’re aware) Alyssa is very... charismatic, so I gravitated towards her very quickly. We ended up spending time together in each other’s trailers, talking and messing around and generally having dumb fun while we kicked our heels. (I’m making the movie production sound a lot more tedious than it was. It was actually really fun, and the rest of the cast and crew were so nice, so I didn’t mind having to wait ages to film.)

I began crushing on AJ pretty fast, and I was disappointed to learn she had a boyfriend. But I was very intrigued to hear that she was interested in exploring her sexuality, and that she and her partner were lowkey looking for a woman to be their third, either for a one-night stand or a continuous arrangement. Now, I’m quite a goofy, outgoing person, and I like to think I’m fairly adventurous. I’ve had a succession of boyfriends and girlfriends throughout the past sixteen years or so, and in that time I’ve explored some kinky stuff. But I’d never had a three-way before, though it was most certainly on my bucket list.

I didn’t have the nerve to put myself forward that first time she told me, but a few days later I tried to subtly steer the conversation back to her quest for a willing female, asking her if she’d had any luck. “It’s been tricky,” she admitted, chewing her lip. “Richard and I are on dating apps as a couple, specifically asking for a woman, but no luck...”

“Oh, fuck dating apps, man,” I told her vehemently. “I’ve sworn off them - you never meet anyone interesting.”

“Right? So yeah, we’re just sort of pondering gorgeous women we know who might be up for it. Or, I mean, I am.” She snorted. “He’s kind of anxious about approaching anyone. I guess you gotta look at it from the perspective of the girl being asked - it’s probably weird enough if a woman asks you for a three-way with her and her boyfriend. If a man asks you, you’re liable to slap him!”

“For real,” I laughed.

“Which, understandable, but Richard’s the most harmless guy in the world. Anyway, we’ve literally just started looking - like, the middle of last month. I haven’t even approached anyone yet...”

I tried to act nonchalant. “It’d probably be easier if some gorgeous woman came up to you, right?”

She shot me a sly grin. “Yeah, but what are the odds of that ever happening?” she chuckled.

It was at that moment that I realised I hadn’t been playing it as cool as I’d thought! Oh well - why turn back now? I don’t get embarrassed too easily, and though my cheeks flushed a little, I smiled back at her, in a way I hoped was coy and provocative. “Maybe they’re better than you think!”

She giggled and leaned towards me, looking me straight in the eyes. She reached out and ran her fingers through my hair, her thumb lightly caressing my face. I started to move closer to her, my face gradually, inexorably approaching hers, which drew towards mine too. I licked my lips and formed them into a pout...

She suddenly drew back. “Sorry,” she said awkwardly. “I can’t... Lord, I want to - but Richard and I made a deal. I can explore this, but he has to be involved - or it’d feel like I’m cheating on him. For both of us, I mean - I’d feel guilty, and he’d feel hurt. If there’s gonna be any chance of anything happening between us, he at least needs to be in the room.” She stared at me anxiously, awaiting my response.

Though I was disappointed she hadn’t kissed me, I understood her reasons. She clearly loved Richard, and was committed to him - I respected that, and I respected her all the more for her refusal to betray him, even for just a solitary kiss. If anything, it made me want her more...

“In that case,” I said slowly, “I think I’d better meet him!”

Alyssa grinned.

***

Two nights later, Alyssa and her partner, Richard Yorke, took me out for dinner. Any reservations I might have had soon vanished - he’s the sweetest guy ever! She was right, there’s not a hint of malice in him. He is, however, outgoing and jovial, with a great sense of humour and a laugh that can only be described as uproarious. (Now that I think about it, that’s the exact word AJ kept using to describe his laughter throughout her story! Sorry I used it again, but there really isn’t a more appropriate descriptor...) He’s not bad looking, either - he has a certain nerdy British charm, which I find quite attractive. And he makes a clear effort to engage with and listen to every conversation, even on topics that (I suspect) don’t interest him. Mind you, that didn’t happen often that night - as it turns out, he and I share a lot of interests, and ended up chatting so much that AJ could barely get a word in. That’s right - Alyssa Johnson, banter queen, couldn’t get a word in!

Anyway, the evening was a great success, and not just because I wore my navy blue dress that makes me look like an absolute knockout. At the end of the night, I said a mental fuck it, why not? And I went home with them. I shall leave the rest of the night to your imagination - like Alyssa, I’m saving the really amorous content for when the story gets underway properly. Don’t be disappointed, there’s plenty to come (to coin a phrase)!

So anyway, that was three-ways crossed off the bucket list. I’ll tell you what definitely wasn’t on the list - hypnosis. Had I known, though...

***

It was about... six weeks later, I think? Yeah, must’ve been - end of March. We were all in their living room, chatting about all sorts of stuff - Richard and I on opposite armchairs, and Alyssa on the couch to my left, on the end closest to our shared boyfriend. The topic turned, as it often did with us horny bastards, to sex, and ultimately to kinks and fetishes.

By then the three of us had fucked enough times to lose count, but I wasn’t tired of them - and nor were they of me. Richard had proven unexpectedly commanding in the bedroom (unexpected for me, though you guys may not be too surprised), and his confidence was more than welcome. But as much as I enjoyed him, I’m not gonna lie - I preferred Alyssa. She just has this unabashed, goofy energy, which is if anything increased during sex. I think that at least at first, that may have been because I was her first female lover - naturally, she was keen to explore and try all sorts of things, and I was happy to oblige! Her lack of experience was more than made up for by her enthusiasm...

I also found myself hanging out with them at their apartment more and more - eating meals with them, watching TV, sleeping over in their bed. We hadn’t officially said it, but we were starting to feel like a real throuple. So it was only a matter of time before they revealed their unusual kink to me! They must have known they couldn’t keep it hidden from me forever, particularly since we were progressively spending more time together.

So yeah, one evening in late March, they came clean, telling me of the way they occasionally (massive understatement, as we all know) spiced up their sexual exploits. I still remember my astounded response. “Hypnosis? That’s... a real thing?” Oh, so naïve!

Richard and AJ exchanged a knowing look and a chuckle. “Yep, yeah, it’s definitely real!” she replied. “I’ve been under enough times to know for sure...”

“Wait, so he hypnotises you?” I looked at Richard. “Don’t take this the wrong way, dude, but I’d have thought it’d be the other way round!”

He didn’t seem offended. “I’m not surprised you’d assume that,” he said with a grin. “I know it seems like out of the two of us Alyssa takes the lead in most things - and that’s more or less true...”

“Except when he decides he wants to take control,” AJ giggled, “and yeets my brain into oblivion.”

I must have looked a bit unnerved at that point, because they promptly reassured me that this wasn’t something Richard forced upon Alyssa - rather, she was the one who persuaded him to finally explore and indulge in his kink. They were more than willing to tell me more about hypnosis and answer any of my questions - of which I had many, because I knew nothing about it! I soon learned that, contrary to popular belief, hypnosis isn’t mind control - you can’t use it to make someone truly lose their free will, but you can create a very convincing (and very sexy) illusion of it. They both explained what appealed to them about it - Richard had long been fascinated with how hypnosis could affect and manipulate the mind, and enjoyed taking a dominant sexual role, though he made it clear that his kinks didn’t reflect his beliefs, and that all the bedroom submission play was just that - play. AJ, meanwhile, found being controlled, bound and restricted - physically and mentally - irresistibly hot, and loved feeling teased and played with and finding out that some hypnotic suggestion had been working on her without her realising.

Eventually I asked the question that I was sure they’d been hoping to hear from me. “Can you... show me?” I said hesitantly. “Like - could you hypnotise Alyssa, and show me a little of what you guys do?”

Richard grinned. “Oh, I think we can manage that. Don’t you, dear?” He shot a somewhat malicious smirk at Alyssa, who blushed furiously and seemed to shrink back in her seat.

“I - that - uh, yeah,” she stammered, smiling with sudden and total embarrassment.

I was a little alarmed. “We don’t have to if you don’t want -”

“No, I do want,” she interrupted, laughing. “I’m almost always up for it - I just get easily flustered when I know he’s messing with me. Or he’s about to!”

“Yeah, I should warn you now, AJ’s a total brat,” Richard told me. She pouted at him, which he ignored. “She might even try not to go into trance, just to spite us both - even though she really wants to, and even though she knows it’s pointless trying to resist...”

AJ made a noise that I can only describe as a verbal keysmash. As I laughed at her, she pointedly turned her head away from her boyfriend and looked at me, her eyes darting around in my general direction, never focusing on one single part of me. “If I avoid looking at him, or letting my eyes fix on anything, I can stop myself going into trance a bit longer,” she explained, with a naughty grin.

“See? So badly behaved,” Richard sighed in mock exasperation.

“Wait, why? What is it about your eyes?” I asked her.

But it was him who answered. “Alyssa’s great at eye fixation inductions,” he told me. “That’s where you go into trance if you stare at something for an extended period. Like a pendant, or a spiral, or some dastardly hypnotist’s eyes.” He chuckled. “If you’ve seen hypnosis on TV, that’s probably the kind of thing you’ve come across...”

I laughed in disbelief. “Yeah, everyone thinks of that when they think of hypnosis! It’s the biggest cliché ever...”

“It’s a cliché because it works. Particularly on this one...” He gestured carelessly at our girlfriend, who was still determinedly avoiding his gaze, still blushing, her eyes moving rapidly around the room. “With all the times she’s been hypnotised over the past year, it’s got to the point where if I tell her to stare at something, it can put her into trance in a matter of seconds. Especially if it’s something she’s stared at many times before...”

“Nuh-uh,” she muttered, grinning bashfully. “He exaggerates. I’m not that easy.”

I watched in trepidation as Richard turned in his armchair, facing her as she refused to look at him. “Alyssa,” he said, in a low, teasing voice.

She stared down at the floor, her arms folded, a broad stubborn grin on her face. “No,” she replied jokingly.

“Look into my eyes,” Richard said.

It was like a pair of hands had seized her on either side of her head and tilted it upwards. As soon as he said those words, she looked up and met his gaze. And I swear to God, the second her eyes met his, they emptied of all consciousness. She made a little ‘huh’ sound, her shoulders slumped, and her arms unfolded and lay loose in her lap. Her face, normally so expressive and full of life, went completely slack, her jaw hanging open.

You guys have read about her being hypnotised before, but you haven’t heard about it from an outsider’s perspective. I’d seen her face while she was sleeping before, and it was very similar - except that her eyes were open and staring vacantly at our boyfriend. She looked like a zombie. It was astonishing. It was a little frightening. More than anything else, it was hot as fuck.

Here was one of the most vibrant, quick-witted, charismatic girls I’d ever had the good fortune of meeting (and, indeed, fucking), and everything that made her her had drained away in an instant, just from looking into Richard’s eyes. I think it’s fair to say that the sight of this significantly increased my belief in hypnosis! I mean, I still thought there was a chance she was faking it - that she and Richard were playing a prank on me - but I seriously doubted it. Even she’s not that good an actor!

“Good girl, Alyssa,” Richard said softly. She let out a little gasp at those words - I didn’t know at the time that they were a trigger for pleasure and arousal. “Sinking so deep, slipping down so easily, into a nice, peaceful trance... Following my words, as I guide you all the way down...”

I watched in fascination - and rapidly growing arousal - as Alyssa continued to blankly gaze into his eyes. Drool collected just behind her lower lip, and after a while a droplet dribbled out and down her chin.

“And now, your eyelids are getting heavy, AJ... So tired, wanting to close more and more...”

Sure enough, as he said this, her eyelids began to droop, though she was still staring at him as much as she could. Lower and lower her lids sank, until at last - as he reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders - he said, “Sleep.” They fell shut, and she slumped forwards like a ragdoll, her head lolling. She might have fallen off the couch were it not for his supporting hands.

Still holding onto her, telling her, “Deeper and deeper down,” and variations on that theme, he got up from his armchair and moved around her, sitting on the couch next to her. He lowered her gently into his lap, cradling her in his arms as he continued to deepen her trance. I sat right forwards in my own seat, my eyes fixed on her expressionless face. For all the world, it looked as if she was actually asleep. But it soon became clear that whatever she was experiencing, at least part of her was still awake and aware, because now and then she’d respond to him.

“You’re completely under my control,” he said to her at one point. “Unable to resist, as I draw you down so deep into the Spiral Seas...” (For those who don’t know, that’s their name for the void in her subconscious where her mind goes when she’s in trance.) “Isn’t that true, Alyssa?”

“Yurs,” she mumbled.

I shot a look of utter amazement at Richard, who grinned broadly. “And when you’re in trance, you don’t notice the world around you,” he told our mesmerised girlfriend. “You don’t consciously hear, or feel anything.” As if to demonstrate his point, he groped one of her boobs through her bright yellow shirt. She squirmed a little and let out a tiny whimper, but didn’t wake up and slap him, as I somewhat expected her to. I clapped a hand over my mouth to suppress my gasp. “Only my hypno-voice matters,” he continued. “That’s all you’re aware of, that’s all you hear... I can speak normally, and you can’t hear it. Other people can talk, and you don’t notice it. Isn’t that right?”

“Yesss...”

“Good girl.” As she moaned softly, and her thighs rubbed against each other ever so slightly, he looked up at me. “What d’you think, Jelly?” he said in his normal voice.

I couldn’t formulate the words for a moment, my mind reeling and my pussy quivering. “I - she - she’s really - this is real?” I squeaked. “You really just did that - just hypnotised her, in like, a minute?!”

“Yep,” he chuckled. “She’s always been a great subject, but the more we’ve done it the more she’s trained her brain to go into trance with barely any effort. She’s been conditioned to this point over the course of about ten months. Thoughts?”

“Uhh... well, it’s incredible, that she can just do this - that you can do this to her. And... it’s hot,” I admitted. “It’s, it’s really fucking hot!”

He laughed. “That’s roughly what I was hoping you’d say!” He ran his fingers through Alyssa’s hair, resting his other arm on her belly. “And I think you might enjoy this, too,” he told me with a mischievous smile, before returning his attention to our girlfriend, beginning to speak in his low, compelling ‘hypno-voice’ again. “And now, AJ, coming back up for me in three, two, one... awake.”

Her eyes snapped open. “Huh,” she grunted. Her eyes fell on Richard, and then flicked over to me on her right. Smiling, she started to sit up. “You guys enjoying messing with poor old Alyss-”

“Sleep,” Richard interrupted.

“Saaah,” she groaned, her eyes slamming shut as she sank back onto his legs. Within a second or two, she looked just as relaxed and tranquil as she had before he’d woken her up.

My mouth hung open with astonishment. “What - how - she was awake - how can she just -”

“Because she’s the best subject ever,” he sniggered. In his hypno-voice, he said, “Three, two, one, awake.”

Her body jolted as her eyes flickered open again, and she stared up at him, seeming to realise what he was doing. “No, no, don’t,” she giggled helplessly, raising her arms as if to ward off an attack. “You shit, stop, no, don’t -”

“Sleep,” he smirked.

“Duhhh...” Her head and arms flopped down as she fell back into the Spiral Seas.

“What are you doing to her?” I laughed. “Are you just doing that to mess with her?”

“Yes and no,” he replied. “It’s called fractionation - rapidly bringing someone in and out of trance so that they sink deeper when they’re in it, and when they’re out of it they get more and more... well, out of it!”

“Seems mean.” I grinned. “Do it again.”

He chuckled. Needing no further provocation, he said again, “Three, two, one, awake.”

“Guh...” This time Alyssa was clearly more dazed than she had been the last two times he’d woken her. She covered her face with her hands. “Stoppit!”

“Sleep,” he said mercilessly.

Her hands slid off her face, revealing its lack of expression and closed eyes. Her right arm slid off the edge of the couch, hanging limply in mid-air, hand not quite reaching the carpet.

My amazement and slight trepidation had by now all but given way to eager curiosity, as well as a mischievous streak to rival Richard’s. “Ooh, wait a minute,” I told him, getting up from my seat and coming closer to them. He grinned as I bent over Alyssa.

“Three, two, one, awake.”

AJ slowly wrenched her eyes open, to find my face inches above hers. “Nnah!” she cried out in shock, before bursting into a fit of giggles, her hands covering her face again. I sprang backwards, cackling.

Her laughter vanished as soon as Richard said, “Sleep,” her hands again falling away from her face. He did this a few more times, waking her up only to send her back into trance seconds later. Each time, she took longer to open her eyes, and her efforts to speak were more incoherent, as she grew increasingly disoriented.

By the tenth time, she couldn’t open her eyes at all. She lay in his arms, head lolling from side to side, arms and legs twitching and flopping like dying fish. She made these adorable little grunts and gurgles as she feebly struggled to drag her mind back into full wakefulness. Mmm, she looked so deliciously vulnerable...

Darting back over to get a closer look, I knelt beside the couch and gazed down at her cute, mumbling face. Her eyelids managed to lift a fraction - I could see a glimpse of white beneath them - but soon sank back down.

Richard cradled her face with his hands, lightly stroking her cheek. “Aw, isn’t she just precious?” he said, as much as a sincere comment to me as it was for the purposes of teasing her. She whimpered in response, powerless even to say a single coherent word.

I shook my head in total awe, unable to take my eyes off my hypnotised girlfriend. “She really is,” I said wistfully, and then leaned forwards and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She reacted with a delicious little gurgle that turned me on so much, I couldn’t help but bring my lips to meet hers, which barely moved as I kissed her, twitching weakly, as if they were trying to latch onto my mouth but lacked the strength or energy.

I sat up, glancing up at Richard. “Is she gonna wake up eventually, or just stay like this?”

“I mean, technically she is awake right now, but so fractionated that she might as well not be,” he replied, wrapping his arms around AJ and giving her a cuddle. “She might be able to claw her way back to full consciousness, but it’ll take a while. I timed her once when she was like this, and she took a full twelve minutes.”

“Wooow,” I laughed. “That’s... a long time!”

“You’re right,” he grinned, looking down at poor, helpless AJ. Although, was I imagining it, or was she starting to lift her eyelids - could I see the whites of her eyes again? “Twelve minutes is far too long - I don’t have the patience for that. Alyssa, sleep.”

Her futile struggles ceased at once, and she sank almost gratefully back into hypnosis. If her eyes had managed to open at all, they were sure shut again now.

Giggling a little hysterically, I returned to my seat. Richard shot me a wry smile. “You good, Jelly?”

“I just... this is the most awesome thing I’ve ever seen!”

“I know, right?” he chuckled. “And you haven’t even met Danielle yet...”

I blinked in confusion. “Who the hell’s Danielle?”

“Go and get that black jewellery box on the shelf over there,” he said, pointing to a bookshelf on one of the walls of the room, which was filled with DVDs. I could see the aforementioned box sitting in front of a row of movies.

As I went to get the box, he spoke to AJ again. “Sitting up for me now, Alyssa, staying in trance, sinking deeper every moment...” Like a marionette being pulled up by its strings, she rose from his lap and sat up straight in her seat again, turning to face forwards. Despite her upright position, her whole body remained slumped and lifeless, her head bowed, eyes still shut, mouth still hanging open. I half-expected her to start snoring.

Collecting the box and bringing it back over to the couch, I couldn’t resist looking inside. Once again I had to suppress a gasp of amazement, at the sight of a chunky black collar. Richard held out a hand to take it from me, a devious smile on his face.

I handed it over wordlessly - I wanted to ask what he was going to do, but there didn’t seem much point. All would be revealed. Instead, I perched on the end of the nearest armchair (the one Richard had been sitting in) and stared intently at Alyssa.

“Open your eyes now, Alyssa, still completely entranced and blank.” Obeying our boyfriend’s words, AJ opened her eyes, but was clearly still ‘asleep’ - she stared into space glassily, while the rest of her face remained devoid of emotion. I wanted to kiss her again, but I restrained myself for the time being.

He held out the collar in front of her and said, “It’s good girl time, Alyssa.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied sleepily. Her gaze drifted onto the collar, and her hands rose to take it from him. Even as she undid the buckle and slipped it around her neck, there was not a flicker of awareness in her eyes.

“Good girl.” Richard edged closer to her and put his arm around her. “And close your eyes, and sink deeper.” She did so, leaning sideways into his embrace, her head resting on his shoulder. “And as always, Danielle’s mind comes out of the collar now, sitting at the back of your head again, ready to emerge whenever I speak to her.”

My eyebrows shot up.

“Can you hear me, Danielle?” he continued, as he smirked at my expression.

“Yes, Master,” Alyssa said softly, her tone suddenly higher, lighter, airier, compared to her previous low mumbles.

“Good girl. Danielle, you’re now my secret slavegirl. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” ‘Danielle’ sighed again.

“Alyssa, do you understand that too?”

“Yes, Master,” she answered in her normal deeper tone.

I was beginning to figure out what was going on here, if not the exact details. For those who don’t know, Danielle is Alyssa’s alter-ego - a secondary personality Richard created for her, using a mixture of hypnotic amnesia and submission training. Dumb, gullible and eager to please, she’s everything AJ normally isn’t, and is convinced that she exists to be Richard’s slave. (Well, she kinda does - that’s the whole reason he created her!) Best of all, she knows she’s AJ’s alternate personality, and is just as keen to mess with her as Richard is.

When they’re sharing a body - any time AJ’s wearing the collar - Dani sits in her subconscious, aware of everything happening in the outside world, and responds to anything Richard says. She follows his every command, puppeteering poor Alyssa, who can’t do a thing to stop it. Usually, Alyssa knows it’s happening, and gets both increasingly snarky and flustered as she loses control of her body. But on this first occasion, as part of the demonstration for my benefit, Richard had used the ‘secret slavegirl’ trigger to make things play out a little differently.

“Rising from trance now,” he said to the hypnotised girl, nestling his chin into her outrageously long auburn hair. (She’s not exaggerating in her story, it’s like ten heads of hair on one ordinary-sized head!) “In three... two... one... awake.”

Jerking awake, Alyssa slowly opened her eyes and let out a big yawn. Quickly noticing she was leaning on our boyfriend, she screwed up her face and moved as far away from him as she could while staying on the couch. “Eww, geddaway!” she teased.

Richard gave a gasp of mock offence. “How very dare you? Don’t you know how lucky you are to be in my wonderful presence?”

“I’m gonna catch your dork virus,” she giggled.

I watched their usual banter with wide-eyed anticipation, waiting with bated breath for something to happen. AJ laughed lightly when she looked round and saw me staring at her. “So, you enjoy seeing me get hypnotised, huh, Jel?”

“Uh, yeah,” I laughed. “I’m loving every minute of it!”

She started to speak again, but then stopped and raised a wary eyebrow. “It concerns me that you said that in the present tense!” She glanced at Richard. “Are we not done?” she said in a faintly pleading voice.

He was wearing that devious grin again. “What do you think, dear?”

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “I, I don’t even know...” Looking at me again, she shrugged and smiled helplessly. “At this point, I can’t even tell when I’m hypnotised. I was hoping you’d been mean enough to me for one night!” That last comment was directed at our boyfriend again.

“Oh, I can never have enough of being mean to you, AJ!” he chortled. Before she could speak again, he quickly said, “Danielle, this is Jelly - introduce yourself to her.”

And Alyssa’s expression completely changed. The fierce intelligence and sharp wit in her eyes softened into placid dullness. Her wry grin melted into a dopey smile. She gazed at Richard adoringly, something I’d previously seen her do very occasionally, and even then with her characteristic snark on her lips.

“Yes, Master,” she said dreamily, and turned to face me. Her eyes lit up excitedly at the sight of me, though as she spoke she still sounded cheerily slow-witted. “Hi, Jelly, it’s so nice to meet you! I’m Danielle, Master’s slavegirl. I live in Alyssa’s body and do whatever Master tells me!”

I gaped. “So, Dan- Danielle,” I stammered, “she’s like - a split per-persona?”

“Oh, he’s told you about Danielle,” Alyssa groaned, suddenly back to normal. “Fantastic. I wonder how long before he brings her out to play, makes me wear the collar...”

“But...” I frowned. “You -”

Richard interrupted me. “Danielle, explain to Jelly what it means when you’re my secret slavegirl.”

AJ’s face morphed back into that dim happy expression again. “Yes, Master!” Danielle said brightly. “When I’m a secret slavegirl, that means Alyssa doesn’t know I’m in here - she doesn’t notice that she’s wearing the collar, and when I do something for Master, she doesn’t know I’m doing it - until he tells her.” She giggled. “It’s really funny!”

Before Dani could retreat back into her dark, quiet ‘viewing room’ in the back of AJ’s head, Richard spoke to her again. “Danielle, masturbate. Slowly at first - work yourself up gradually...”

She grinned naughtily. “Yes, Master!” As her hand slid down her pants and set to its task, Danielle’s expression turned back into Alyssa’s. “Whatever you do, don’t let him put the collar on me,” she sniggered. “I can do without tur-turning into that duh-umb bimbo today...”

I was at a loss for words. She was just carrying on talking as if nothing was happening - as if she wasn’t delicately, tenderly fingering herself - and didn’t notice the catches in her breath, the soft moans and whimpers she made. It was staggering! My own cunt pulsed and drooled, as if it was the one being touched. My nipples were so hard, they were probably visible through my black top.

Richard affected to look innocent. “Why don’t you tell Jelly more of the things we’ve got up to when I’ve hypnotised you, AJ?”

“Uhhh...” The contemplative sound was elongated by a lustful moan, but her expression, absurdly, remained merely thoughtful. “Well, he meh... messes with my memories a lot, makes me forg-get about important things, like my name, or my age, or something I just said or diiid...” She closed her eyes briefly as she was overcome by arousal, her fingers rubbing faster, but then she opened her eyes again and continued to speak normally. “Or he can make me do things without even realising, like strip, or dance, or mah-masturbate...”

I raised both eyebrows. “You don’t say?”

She laughed. “Yeah, it’s super weird... And hot, I’ll admit! Honestly I’m getting kinda hooorny just talking about it...” She bit her lip, trying to endure the waves of ecstasy she was clearly feeling. By the looks of things, her fingers were now thrusting inside her - she started to jerk her hips slightly, humping her hand. “And, uh, he can use this trigger to restrain parts of my body, tie me up, immohhh...bilise me - even completely freeze me, turn me into a stah-statue...”

I gulped. “I’m sorry, what - turn you into a statue?”

“Yeahhh...” she gasped. “He can, like, pause my mind and body, turn me into a li-”

“Freeze,” Richard interrupted.

And she froze. Her mouth was open, mid-word. Her eyes were fixed on me. Her hips were mid-thrust, her fingers buried deep in her pussy. She didn’t move. Her eyelids flickered now and again, blinking only when her body absolutely needed her to. Other than that, her body and mind were utterly frozen.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I got up off my seat and moved close to her, leaning in to study her unwavering stare. I passed my hand in front of her eyes, which didn’t move at all. If I couldn’t hear her shallow, quiet breathing, I might’ve thought she was dead!

She was a mannequin. A frozen object. Even midway through fucking herself, she’d responded perfectly to the trigger, and been caught in a single moment. Held in place. Suspended in time.

I let out an unabashed moan. Unable to resist the temptation, I reached out and groped her boob. Still no reaction. As I staggered back to my armchair, still staring at AJ, I rubbed my own cunt through my pants, not caring that Richard was watching me. (He’d seen me do much more, and done it with me, anyway.)

He reached across her and took hold of her left arm, raising it from where it lay on the armrest and repositioning it so she was holding it out, hand splayed out in mid-air, palm facing upwards. “Unfreeze,” he said, as he leaned back again.

“-iving statue,” she continued, as if there hadn’t been a minute-long interval. Her fingers resumed their thrusting. “Or a maahhh-nnequin... that he can poh-pose and move ahhh-round...”

“Oh my God, I can’t... I’m not sure I can handle any more of this!” I groaned, pawing at my chest and crotch. “I’m so fucking wet...”

Alyssa laughed. “Well, I’m glad I’m making it all sound as sexy as it actually is!” She stood up, still masturbating furiously, and brought her knee up to balance on the arm of my chair. My eyes felt drawn between her legs, on the ceaseless movement inside her jeans, which were now right in front of my face. I’m sure I drooled.

“Wh-why don’t you... get those pants off,” she said in a sultry purr, “and I’ll see if I can help you out, sweetie?”

I blushed, but quickly stood up and whipped my pants down. Before I could sit again, AJ sprang forwards and planted her hand (the one that wasn’t inside her) on my shoulder. Whimpering, I sank to my knees. So did she, and then moved her hand to my chest and pushed me onto my back.

The next thing I knew, her tongue was sliding past my panties and caressing my slit.

I gasped and writhed on the carpet, feeling helpless. Alyssa may have been hypnotised, she may have had a slavegirl alter-ego in her head making her obliviously masturbate, and she may have been the one licking me out - but in that moment, I was the one who felt dominated. I realised then that on some level, deep down, she probably knew she was being messed with. And since she was unable to get back at Richard without getting her brain yeeted, I was her outlet.

I can’t say I minded too much.

She paused once in her ministrations - when Richard, who was sitting on the couch watching us and rubbing his cock, called out, “Alyssa, realise.” Straightening up, she yelled, “Fuck you!” across the room at him, and then went right back to licking me and fingering herself. (I don’t know if she was masturbating of her own accord, or if Danielle was still doing it and AJ simply couldn’t stop it - I’m inclined to think the latter...)

I saw her change position, crawling around me, her tongue still on my cunt, swivelling as she moved around me. She brought herself around into a 69 position, her legs on either side of my face, and I saw that her jeans had become dislodged at some point and slid down her legs, revealing her bare pussy. As she lowered it towards my face, Richard called out, “Danielle, you can stop masturbating now.”

“Yrs, Mrstr,” she gurgled into my crotch.

The next second, her pussy was on my grateful face, and I began giving as good as I was getting.

It was barely two minutes before I came. Honestly, I was so turned on, I couldn’t have lasted any longer. I was surprised Alyssa had made it as long as she had!

The reason for this became apparent as she raised her face from between my legs and pleaded with our boyfriend. “C-can I cum?” she stuttered, her voice shaking. “I’ve gotta... fuck, I need to...”

“Ask properly,” he teased.

She let out a moan that was almost a roar as I grabbed her ass, pulling her pussy even closer to my face, and sucked her clit. “Pleeeease, Master! May - may I cum, please?!” she howled.

He waited a tantalising few seconds before saying, “Yes, you may.”

Bellowing with ecstasy, she came hard in my mouth, squirting so much that I struggled to swallow it all!

***

We retired to bed pretty soon after that, though Richard first put AJ into trance one last time and removed her collar, taking Danielle’s mind away with it. As the three of us snuggled up together - Richard and Alyssa hugging while I spooned her, so she was in the middle of a cosy sandwich - they asked me what I’d thought of the night’s mind-fuckery. I made it clear to them that I was very, very enthusiastic about exploring more hypnosis with them.

“By that,” Alyssa mumbled, partially muffled by Richard’s chest, “d’you mean just screwing with my brain? Or... do you want to get hypnotised yourself?”

I hesitated to answer, considering. Although the option hadn’t occurred to me, I supposed it was a possibility - and one I found fairly appealing...

“Option one - definitely,” I said, and I could see AJ smile bashfully. “As for option two? Let me think about it.”

They didn’t have any problem with that. They’re patient, empathetic, kinky folks.

All three of us soon drifted into sleep. I can’t speak for the other two, but my dreams were very sexy that night...

***

The next morning, I returned to my own apartment. It felt like a week since I’d last been there, though in reality it had been about sixteen hours.

Stripping off yesterday’s clothes, I hopped in the shower. As the water ran over my body, I replayed the events of last night in my mind, remembering what I’d seen and been told about my lovers’ hypnotic exploits. As I began to touch myself, images of Alyssa flickered through my mind - transfixed by Richard’s eyes; dropping into trance; struggling to drag herself back to consciousness; her wry, smirking face transforming into Danielle’s docile subservience; obliviously rubbing while trying to hold a conversation; her pussy on my face...

One memory kept coming back to me: AJ sitting on the couch staring into space, her mouth partly open, her fingers inside her, barely even blinking, as Richard repositioned her arm. A mindless doll, frozen in time in the middle of speaking.

Mmm, she looked so fucking goddamn hot. But how much better would she look standing on display? Posing in the corner of a room, or on a stone plinth in a garden - an elegant, porcelain statue? Or packaged up in a box, with a clear plastic lid, so she could be sold in a store like a toy? Or lying motionless on a bed or couch, arms and legs outstretched and rigid, eyes and mouth wide, ready to be used as a sex doll?

But the thought, the image, the fantasy, that made me cum long and hard as the shower poured down my bare skin, was:

How hot would I look, if I were frozen?