Placing my phone on the mantelpiece, I tapped the button to start the timer. Then I took a step back and turned away, moving into the pose I’d just practiced in the wall mirror my phone now sat beneath. I turned my head to the right, staring at the far wall with a neutral expression, and put my right hand on my hip, raising my shoulder towards my chin, pushing it through my hair like parting a pair of curtains. (I’d just been to the salon a couple of days ago, and my hair was now a little shorter, a little lighter, and noticeably bouncier.) I raised my left hand until it was level with my shoulders, turned away from me as if gesticulating carelessly. My feet were planted in the carpet firmly, shoulder-width apart.

I was pretty satisfied with the pose - it was giving Italian vibes to my mind. I should’ve got an audition for one of the Sicilians in season 2 of The White Lotus - I’m still kinda salty about it. Anyway.

Lowering my left hand, I pulled up the front of my dark green shirt, extended my index finger, and gently prodded my belly button. I felt an electric shiver go through me in response, and felt my body start to stiffen, ice flooding through my veins. There was just enough time to bring my hand back up into its amiable gesture before the paralysis overcame me. I silently said ‘ciao’ to my consciousness, letting my mind drift away like a gossamer thread in the wind, as my body turned to unyielding, rigid plastic.

Turning my belly button into an actual button was one of Master’s more ingenious ideas, although don’t tell him I said that. This way, he and AJ didn’t need to speak to turn me into my true Jelly Doll self - and I didn’t need them around to freeze myself. So I could practice freezing on my own much more easily, and keep training myself to stay mindless and motionless for longer and longer periods. (When they press it the freeze is instantaneous, but there’s a delay when I do it, so I can get myself into a pose I like.)

I stood there, frozen in place, staring into nothing, and let time pass by and leave me behind. The world turned without me, people out in the City of Angels continuing their hectic lives, while I remained static and blank, no longer a person... just a toy.

That phrase, and others like it, was all that ever wandered through my empty doll head - vague whispering mantras, that could just as easily have come from either Master’s mesmerism or my own subconscious. Just a toy. Just a Jelly Doll. Still statue. Mindless mannequin. Pretty plastic plaything. I couldn’t think, and I couldn’t move, because I wasn’t supposed to. I was supposed to stand there, looking decorative, until someone decided to reposition me. I was a mere facsimile of a human, moulded into a feminine shape on a production line, made to be seen and admired, touched and moved, groped and fucked -

A blaring klaxon pierced my thoughtless haze, the startling noise sending another, stronger jolt of electricity went through me, making me flinch violently and inhale sharply. Blinking like a confused owl, I reached to my left and fumbled with my phone, turning off the wailing alarm on the second attempt. I flexed my jaw, letting out a yawn, and wrapped my arms around myself, closing my weary eyes and smiling blissfully.

“Hey, sexy.”

I was still too relaxed, my reflexes still too slow, to jump out of my skin the way a normal person might if they’d suddenly discovered they weren’t home alone. But my heart thudded faster in my porcelain chest. (Yes, I’d started to think of myself as being made of porcelain, or plastic or stone, even when I wasn’t frozen. That’s how far gone I was at this point.)

The intruder was reclining on my couch, smirking fondly across the room at me. (Didn’t think it was possible for a smirk to be fond before I saw it on her face.) She wore a dark blue T-shirt and ripped denim shorts, and had her phone in her hands, which was pointed in my direction as if she’d just been snapping photos (which she had).

“H-hey, AJ,” I mumbled, beaming at her. “How long have you been there?”

“Only, like, five minutes,” she replied. “I thought about unfreezing you, or moving you around, but when I saw your timer was nearly up I decided to just look at you for a little bit. Very graceful pose, by the way - I approve.”

I blushed at the compliment. “Heh, thanks!”

“How long were you frozen, by the way?”

“Uh - f-forty minutes.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Wow. Is that a new record?”

I shivered with pride. “Yup, yeah. Although actually, I did it yesterday too. I was at thirty, but I thought I’d push a little longer...”

She whistled with astonishment. “That’s super impressive. But I would say, you should probably try and hang onto just enough of a brain to notice when someone’s in your apartment. I mean, I coulda been a robber!”

“Hah, y-yeah,” I murmured, grinning ruefully. (I did improve my ability to notice my surroundings after that - enough to notice someone entering my home, anyway!)

I swayed a little on my feet, my eyes rolling slightly. My body, so recently frozen, felt very much thawed now, unbalanced and melty. Hopping to her feet, my girlfriend approached me quickly. “You good, Jel?” she asked. “You need a hug?”

I grinned dazedly at her. “Mmm, please... I’m drifty...”

She immediately wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close. Letting out a happy little sigh, I sank into her embrace and buried my face in her auburn mane. “I gotcha, babe,” she said quietly, rubbing my back soothingly. “Just hold onto me. Ground yourself with me.”

I snickered into her shoulder. “Grind myself on you? OK!”

“That is not what I said,” she cackled, “but sure, go for it.”

Not needing to be told twice, because I’m a horny toy and I’m always wet and ready, I pressed my crotch against her thigh and began to slowly, indulgently rub up and down. I raised my head so I could look straight into her stunning face as I humped her leg, tiny moans already escaping my mouth. She gazed back at me with an expression of pure, soft delight, her visible euphoria spurring me on. Our eyes locked onto each other, and she was still and silent for so long, looking so happily enchanted, I thought for a moment that she’d allowed my stare to steal her mind away...

“What are you?” she whispered, ruling out that theory.

“Just a toy,” I replied breathily.

She beamed. “What else? Keep going.”

“Just a Jelly Doll,” I panted. “M-mindless mannequin... Still statue... Pr-pretty plastic plaything... nngh - brainless cum bucket...”

I was humping her so hard and fast now, so turned on that I was in danger of freezing again in the near future. We were clinging on to each other for dear life now, my hands on her shoulders, hers on my lower back. She was breathing heavily herself now, pressing her thigh into my thrusting groin, her jaw slack, a line of drool trickling from her lower lip.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You and Master,” I whimpered. “I’m your free-use fucktoy, you can use me any time...”

“Loop,” she blurted, her eyes alight with mischief.

“I’m your free-use fucktoy, you can use me any time... I’m your free-use fucktoy, you can use me any time... I’m your free-use fucktoy, you can use me any time...”

She continued to hold me steady as I mindlessly, mechanically repeated my movements and moaned words, grinding up and down on her thigh, saying the same sentence over and over, always as if it was the first time. Because, for me, it was. Although my mind was caught in a time loop, and my body was acting as if it was too, my arousal continued to climb, until: “I’m your free-use fucktoy, you can use me any time... I’m your free-use fucktoy, you can u-”

Luckily for me, Alyssa realised I’d turned back into an inanimate object almost immediately, and continued to thrust her thigh up and down between my legs, getting me the rest of the way to a glorious upright freezegasm. When it ended I unfroze and sank into her arms, and she toppled backwards onto the couch, taking me down with her, the pair of us giggling.

“That was awesome,” I laughed feebly, nuzzling into her neck.

Her only response was to fondly pat me on the butt. We lay there recovering for a couple of minutes, me practically on top of her, snuggled up in her arms.

“When’s Master getting here?” I asked eventually.

“Shouldn’t be long now,” she said nonchalantly, not batting an eyelid at the honorific I’d casually used. “I messaged him when I got here, he said he’d be another twenty minutes.”

I reluctantly started to sit up, wriggling in my jeans. “I should probably take these off, since I just came in ’em...”

“You know he won’t mind,” she sniggered. “In fact, he’d probably prefer it if you didn’t change into clean pants...”

I arched a naughty eyebrow as I undid my button, sliding the jeans down over my hips. “Who said anything about putting on clean pants?”

She grinned lecherously, watching me kick off the cum-drenched pants and fling them carelessly across my living room. I debated about whether to take off my similarly-soaked panties as well, but decided to keep them on for now.

With perfect timing, there came four sharp raps on my front door - my Master’s signature knock. (He said it was a reference to another Master, the one from Doctor Who. I took his word for it, I’d barely seen any of the show - although I expected him to make me watch more at some point. And I was right!) “Come in,” I called out.

Richard entered carrying a briefcase (which contained his laptop), quickly shutting the door with a smirk upon catching sight of me. “Afternoon, ladies.”

“Hey.” I darted towards him and gave him a quick but tender kiss, before stepping aside to allow AJ to do the same. He actually gave her two smooches, one of which was for Danielle (although she wasn’t even awake at that point, which I somewhat suspected at the time - I hadn’t seen any sign of her since AJ’s arrival). Realising that in my post-freeze disorientation I hadn’t given my girlfriend a hello kiss, I quickly remedied that situation, putting my arm around her shoulders and leaning in to plant my lips on hers.

“What’ve you two been getting up to?” Richard said, grinning wryly as we pulled apart.

“Oh, y’know, the usual,” she chuckled, moving behind me and resting her chin on my shoulder, her hands sliding around my waist to rest against my stomach. “How was your meeting?”

“Frustrating,” he sighed, crossing the living room and setting his briefcase down in a space in the corner. “One of the other writers came up with this idea that half the team hated - including me - and the other half liked. We spent most of the time arguing about it...”

I grimaced sympathetically. “That sucks, man.”

“Yeah.” He turned back to us, smiling wearily. “Still, I’m done for the day, and I’m back with my three best girls. So I’ve got no complaints.”

I beamed at him. “Aww, that’s so swee-”

I didn’t even have time to be surprised by the sudden poke in my navel, before my body abruptly locked in place, my hands on my hips, my mouth stuck in a big toothy smile, staring glassy-eyed at my boyfriend.

“Figured this might cheer you up,” AJ purred, her finger withdrawing from my belly button. Her voice was loud in my ear, but it didn’t disturb my placid, vacant mind. “Let your best girls take your mind off work. Well, two of them anyway - Dani’s napping.”

“I see.” He watched approvingly as she fondled my chest through my short-sleeved shirt, and then delicately brushed her fingertips over my upper arms. Tantalised by the touching, my cunt began to earnestly drool in my panties again, but that was my only physical reaction.

Sidling around me, Alyssa took my wrists and lifted my hands away from my hips, repositioning my arms so the left one was bent into a right angle, the upper arm pointing down vertically while the forearm was held out in front of me, while the right one was angled up in the same airy gesture my left hand had adopted earlier. Then she prised my unresisting jaw apart, leaving my mouth open - not gaping widely, just slightly ajar. Combined with my wide eyes, this gave me a mildly startled expression.

As she stood back to admire her handiwork, Richard casually said, “Hey, AJ?”

“Hmm?” She turned her head to look at him, her torso rotating slightly.

“Freeze.”

And she stiffened, reduced in an instant to a plastic doll just like me, as unprepared as I was, robbed of the opportunity to make a bratty comment or even a brief whine of protest. Poor thing!

“Good toys,” he chuckled, patting AJ on the head. Being good toys, neither of us showed any sign of the wave of pleasure his praise brought us.

If I’d been able to think, I might have expected him to start posing us around. That was what we were there for, after all. But like Alyssa when she’d first arrived and found me in my frozen state, he seemed content to leave us as we were - after taking a couple of photos with his phone, obviously. Then he walked past us towards my couch, leaving us petrified.

I drifted in endless bliss, my body rigid, my arms at angles, my eyes staring emptily ahead. I was only vaguely aware of my girlfriend/co-owner/fellow hypnotised plaything in a similar state at my side, partially turned away from me, gazing dopily in roughly the same direction. Master began to speak to us, and our blank brains absorbed his words, preparing us to respond to his suggestion like the perfect playthings we were.

The next thing we were aware of was Hozier’s ‘Eat Your Young’ playing loudly and clearly from behind us. At the sound of the opening bars, our bodies promptly came to life. My fixed limbs began to slowly swirl around my torso, floating up and down like a butterfly’s wings, as I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, swaying in time with the music. A sultry smile spread across my face as the lyrics began, and my eyes fluttered open to see AJ approaching me with a similarly lustful expression, her hips gently gyrating to the rhythm.

We kept dancing smoothly, only a couple of feet apart, as the song played on. Our minds remained utterly blank, devoid of any thoughts, our bodies acting on instinct, puppeteered by the beat and the lyrics. We started off elegant and graceful, but our movements rapidly grew more provocative, more lewd - until our increasingly suggestive dancing became a full-on striptease.

“I’m starving, darling, let me put my lips to something... Let me wrap my teeth around the world...”

My hands roved up and down my body, caressing down my chin and neck to my chest, stroking over my belly and my swaying hips. AJ’s body was undulating in an almost serpentine way, clutching handfuls of her own wild hair. We moved closer and closer together, and the backs of my hands tenderly brushed over her tits, before reaching down to grasp the bottom of her shirt and pull it up. She reached up into the air, continuing to dance in place as she let me tug her shirt off over her head, and then carelessly flung it away. Then it was her turn to help me remove my shirt, lifting it off me just as I’d done to hers.

“Get some, pull up the ladder ’til the flood comes...”

We were so close now, our bodies rhythmically writhing in thrilling proximity. I wore only my lacy black underwear, while Alyssa was down to her shorts and a white cotton bra. My arms were wrapped around her shoulders, crossed at the wrists behind her head, while her hands were meandering over my waist and my butt. Her hooded eyes met mine, visibly lacking any tiny flicker of conscious thought, although I couldn’t recognise that with my own brain similarly absent. We were just moving to the beat, doing what felt right, natural, sexy. And so we found ourselves bringing our mouths to meet each other, formed into eager pouts, ready to taste the smoothness of one another’s lips...

“Throw enough rope until the legs have s-”

The music was suddenly cut off - and we froze where we were, enfolded in a sensual embrace, our eyes open a fraction, our lips just an inch apart. I couldn’t feel any disappointment from not being able to reach her in time, and nor could she, our erotic impulses frozen along with our bodies, our heads still wonderfully empty.

Circling us, Master took several shots of the work of art that the music had sculpted for him. Then he took a few steps back and pressed play, and his phone began to emit Hozier’s dulcet tones once more. We came to life again in response, locking lips passionately...

“- swung, seven new way-”

But almost as soon as we did so, he stopped the song again, suspending us in time with our mouths firmly joined. My hands were in her hair, grasping it just as she had been moments ago (or hours ago - it made no difference to us in this mindless state). Her hands had drifted up from my ass, one of them lightly resting on my lower back, the other teasing at my bra strap as if about to undo it. We stood there, eyes closed, frozen mid-kiss, two clay figurines melded together into a single piece, breathing gently into each other’s mouths.

Until - “-ays for you to eat your young...”

We broke the eternal kiss at last, both of us smiling broadly, enthralled by each other and the pulsating rhythm. We kept dancing closely, arms still circling one another, foreheads pressed together, noses rubbing gently against each other. Her hands caressed up and down my back before finally unhooking my bra - and then she slid out of my arms and pirouetted away, the beat carrying her across the room towards the wall. I whirled in the other direction, matching her impulsive movement as if following pre-planned choreography, and cast aside my bra.

We rapidly removed our remaining clothing (I mean, I only had panties left on anyway), performing our increasingly raunchy routine in Richard’s direction rather than each other’s. The next time he froze us I was fully caressing my cunt, my fingers threading through the fleshy folds, while my other arm cradled my womb. Alyssa had turned to face the wall and was leaning against it with her arms, pouting seductively over her shoulder at our Master. Her back was arched to present her shapely ass to him. I don’t know if any of those dance moves have an official name...!

Reaching under AJ, Richard rubbed her glistening pussy for a few long seconds, while she breathed heavily through her frozen-open mouth and stared blankly in his general direction. Then he crossed to me and stroked his fingertips along my lips, moisturising them with our girlfriend’s juices. “Suck, doll,” he commanded, and my mouth obediently wrapped around his fingers and licked them clean, while the rest of me remained fixed in place. All too soon he was gently pulling his hand free, leaving my mouth to freeze again, my lips parted. He dried his fingers by wiping them on my tit.

He let the rest of the song play out as his musical statues continued to parade our naked bodies for his entertainment, getting closer and closer together again, until she was pressed up behind me, her hands floating over my torso. Even as we luxuriated in our nearness, our heads were both turned to the right to gaze alluringly at Richard. As the last notes faded, we slowed to a stop with her chest against my back, her head buried in my hair, our arms encircling each other, our dim, hooded eyes fixed on our hypnotic partner...

***

I unfroze, inhaling sharply, and then let out a contented little sigh, hugging myself as I beamed at my boyfriend. “Welcome back, love,” he chuckled, putting a hand on my shoulder to steady me as I swayed slightly.

“Hii,” I giggled dreamily, burrowing into his arms.

“Didn’t want to interrupt when you were clearly enjoying yourself - but we have company,” he told me.

Swivelling round, I saw a pretty young brunette standing nearby, wearing only a mischievous smile. “Oh, hey, you made it!” I blurted excitedly, pulling away from Master and dashing forwards to greet her. “Richard’s told me about you, I’ve been really looking forward to meeting in person...”

“Me too,” she snickered, readily accepting a welcoming hug from me, evidently as comfortable being undressed in front of a stranger - and sharing a brief naked cuddle with them - as I was. I was barely even aware of my own nudity, although I have to say it was more noticeable when our boobs momentarily nestled together.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, and yes, of course this girl was Alyssa. Another amnesia scene, woo!! To be honest, we did that kind of scene many more times than I’ve told you about (I think there’ve been two so far in this story, just off the top of my head, but that’s barely scratching the surface). I don’t think there’s anyone reading this and going ‘oh, not again’ - after all, I think the vast majority of you probably agree that memory play is hottity hotty hot - but there’s a specific reason why Master did this scene, and why I’m telling you about it, so bear with me...

I stepped back, blushing and smiling at the naked ‘newcomer’. “So, you’re here to join in, be our third?”

“That’s the plan,” AJ replied. “Richard and I have had a bit of a... frisson lately, and when he mentioned you guys were looking for a third, I thought it over and decided I was interested. That is, if you’re into it...?”

“Most likely,” I nodded keenly. “Though we should probably get to know each other a little first.” I grimaced slightly. “I hate to say it - Rich told me your name, but I’ve forgotten it. Remind me?”

“Oh, sure,” she said amiably. “I’m Alyssa, I’m an actor and a waitress, I’m originally from Cotati, and I’m single.” She grinned. “At least, up ’til now, depending on how tonight goes!”

“Nice to meet you,” I said politely, smiling warmly at her. “I’m Jelly Doll, I’m a living toy, and I’m an actor and I work in reception at a rehab clinic, and I’m Richard’s property.”

Her smirk grew as she listened to my introduction. “Great to meet you too. I haven’t come across many living toys before...”

“I bet that most others are kept at home by their Masters and Mistresses,” I chuckled. “Mine just likes to have me pretend to be a person, and send me out into the world. See if I can fool anyone.” Sliding my arm around Richard’s back, I gave him an affectionate squeeze.

“That’s kinda hot.” Studying me intently, AJ stepped closer, reaching out to lightly stroke one of my upper arms. “So, what exactly does it entail? Being a living toy? How do you spend your days, when you’re not, uh, pretending to be a person...?”

“However my Master wishes,” I replied simply, and was rewarded for my answer by his hand groping my ass. “I spend a lot of the time frozen on display, so he can look at me and pose me around and just enjoy the sight of me. He uses me as an ornament, as furniture, as a fleshlight... And of course, he can make me act like a human being - make me think I am a human being - so I can do chores around the apartment, and so I can serve him better.”

She nodded, biting her lip and lowering her gaze to my tits. Her hand slid down and began to pinch and twist my left nipple. I stood there and let her without even a squeak of protest, still smiling pleasantly. Even with a functioning mind, I was still just a toy, there to be played with.

“And he can just do whatever he wants to you, whenever he likes?” Her hand dropped down to roughly squeeze my inner thigh. “Touch you and handle you and fuck you, use you to get himself off...?”

“Of course. I’m his free-use fuckdoll, that’s what I’m there for.”

She arched an eyebrow. “And what about other people? They can, too?”

“Only people Master’s given permission,” I said primly. Then I winked at her. “Like you, for example. He’s been talking for a while about finding a girlfriend, and how she’d obviously be allowed to do what she wants with me too.”

“That’s sweet,” she tittered. I felt an ecstatic shudder as her groping hand neared the top of my leg, the edges of her fingers brushing against my pussy lips. “Wow, you’re soaking,” she remarked with a predatory grin.

I smiled salaciously. “I’m always wet and ready to be used,” I assured her.

Her eyes met mine, her mouth curling into a lustful leer, as her thumb started to massage my cunt. “Good toy.”

A tiny whimper slipped past my lips, but otherwise my only reaction was to smile even more widely as she masturbated me with increasing zeal. Master stepped away and raised his phone once more, snapping more photos and filming a few short clips. I stood passively, my arms at my sides, my legs shoulder-width apart, letting her touch me as she so desired. We never broke eye contact. I don’t know if the prolonged staring put her into at least a partial trance - she did seem very focused on what she was doing to the exclusion of all else, and didn’t speak again, only making the occasional grunt of exertion and arousal as she fingerblasted her living toy.

Inevitably, as I approached my peak, my body stiffened and my thoughts evaporated. At this point Master stepped close again and began speaking quietly into my ear, warping my empty mind still further throughout the two upright freezegasms my girlfriend gave me.

AJ’s hand slid away, and I eventually thawed out, panting gently, and blushed as I felt my partners scrutinising me gleefully, lowering my gaze to the floor. “You good, Jel?” Richard chortled.

“Yeah,” I mumbled, crossing my arms over my breasts.

“Remember me now?” Alyssa teased.

“Yeeeeah...” I sighed long-sufferingly, unable to hide my smile. I was perfectly aware of what had just happened - how my mentality had been adjusted so I genuinely believed I was a living toy - and my mortification was immense. But it was nothing compared to how horny I was.

“How was that?” he asked, casually playing with my hair.

“Humiliating. Hot.” I still couldn’t meet their eyes, my face burning. “You’re so mean to her, she doesn’t - doesn’t deserve this...” I trailed off, frowning. There was something wrong with what I’d just said. “Wait...”

“Something wrong, doll?” Master enquired, with concern so obviously false that I’m astonished I didn’t recognise it.

“Why did she - uh, why didn’t she - hmm.” I cut myself off, deeply perplexed. “That’s so weird,” I muttered, tapping my bottom lip as I stared into space, trying to puzzle out what was happening.

“What’s up, Jelly?” AJ asked, equally insincerely.

“She’s trying - she can’t - she can’t seem to - argh!” I covered my face with one hand, turning a flustered shade of vermillion once again. “Something’s wrong,” I giggled feebly. “She can’t speak normally, she can’t - she keeps saying ‘she’!”

“Oh dear,” Richard said, the mockery in his voice obvious now even to this dumb dolly. “Do you think maybe we’ve broken your poor little toy brain, Jelly?”

“Maybe you have,” I spluttered. “You have been playing with her brain a lot, she guesses it was bound to happen...”

“Maybe we should take it out and see if we can fix it,” AJ guffawed, wrapping her arm around my waist. “Not like you’ll miss it, huh?”

After some verbal keysmashing, I gazed beseechingly at Richard. “Please, can you help her, Master? She wants to speak normally again...”

“Oh, but this is so entertaining,” he teased, tapping me under the chin. “I might just leave you like this. Force you to keep talking in third person wherever you go, confusing the hell out of everyone you meet...”

“Nooo,” I whined. “That’s so mean... Please fix her brain, Master!”

“I’m not sure there’s any need,” he said dismissively, a puckish glint in his eyes. “I mean, I’m sure she can summon up the effort to speak properly, if she tries really hard. Can’t she?” I squirmed at him also referring to me in the third person. “Give it a try, Jelly Doll,” he urged me, grinning wickedly.

I tried, I really did. But my words simply wouldn’t cooperate. “Sh-she - she... she can’t - argh!” Giving up, I buried my face in AJ’s shoulder, muffling my plaintive groans with her avalanche of hair, as she and Richard laughed at me.

“Alright, alright,” he said at length, “I’ll help you. I had a feeling this might happen if we were too rough with your silly brain, so I put in a trigger that should sort you out.”

Emerging from Alyssa’s mane, I stared at him, wide-eyed with hope. “Oh, thank you, Master!”

“No problem. Hopefully it works...” Before I had time to react to that, he fixed me with an intense stare, and said in his most commanding voice, “Jelly Doll - proper pronouns.”

I didn’t feel as though anything had changed, but at this point I was all too aware of how subtle the effects of hypnotic triggers could be. AJ gave me an encouraging squeeze. “You all fixed now?”

There was only one way to be sure - I’d have to speak, and potentially expose myself to further ridicule if the trigger hadn’t worked.

Taking a deep breath, I said, “It’s not sure.”

Then I sighed with relief. “Now it is,” I continued, smiling gratefully at my boyfriend. “Thank you, Master, that’s such a relief. That was so strange!”

He smirked back at me. “It was, rather. Very entertaining though.”

I blushed. “Yeah, it knows. Glad you guys enjoyed Jelly Doll’s suffering!”

“Were you really suffering though?” Alyssa remarked, chuckling. “Seems to me you were enjoying it too, in your own way...” She shot a meaningful glance down at my glistening slit.

“Gahh,” I groaned, covering my face with my hands again. “Stoppit!”

“You did though, didn’t you?” she teased, tightening her hold on me, like a boa constrictor wrapping around my torso.

“Uh... maybe,” I squeaked. “It was kinda hot. Couldn’t control what it was saying...” Inhaling deeply, I tried to compose myself, looking up at my beloved partners/cruel tormenters once again. “Still, at least you fixed it eventually. Jelly Doll feels so much better now it can talk normally again!”

***

It still does.

God, it can’t tell you what a relief it is to have reached this point in the story! Jelly Doll’s had to work so hard not to write in the third person for the last nine and a half chapters. Now we’ve got this far, it can tell the rest in the way that feels most natural.

Although it was oblivious to its strange manner of speaking that day, hypnotically tricked into thinking it was speaking the way it always did, Jelly Doll is fully aware now. After that little taste of referring to itself as ‘it’, it eagerly embraced doing so permanently, deepening its delicious dehumanisation. It was already spiralling more and more into the mindset of an owned, controlled toy, thinking of itself as Richard’s property, his and Alyssa’s ornament, their free-use suckdoll, made of stone or plastic or porcelain - but this change in perspective was the final piece of the puzzle. Once it started thinking of itself as ‘it’, it truly became an ‘it’.

Of course, Jelly Doll can still use first person around other people - people who don’t know what it really is - because that falls under the banner of ‘pretending to be a person in public’. But ever since that day, its internal monologue has grown more and more... depersonalised, until - well, until this. Until it actually feels stranger to say, for example, ‘I am a toy’, rather than ‘it is a toy’. It can do it, without any issue, because it has to maintain the pretence - it doesn’t want its lifestyle to become common knowledge, any more than Master or Miss. (Yes, AJ’s ‘Miss’ now - it felt wrong not to give her some kind of title. Something that shows her ownership of Jelly Doll, but indicates she’s lower on our throuple’s totem pole than Master.)

It should say, although that suggestion was Master’s idea, the decision to make it permanent was Jelly Doll’s. It can go back to speaking in first person, to using ‘she/her’ pronouns, whenever it chooses. But it doesn’t want to. It loves being like this. It’s bizarrely fulfilling, and super hot, constantly thinking of itself as an object, a realistic mannequin, a living blow-up doll, that looks like a female human but is in reality just a thing. Just a toy.

So yeah, the upshot is, Jelly Doll goes by ‘it/its’ now, and will be telling the rest of the story in the third person. Hope that’s not too jarring for you guys!

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We - yes, Jelly Doll can still use plural pronouns like ‘we’ to refer to groups including itself, for simplicity’s sake - we took a break after that, chatted for a while and had some dinner. That gave it an opportunity to get used to its new speaking pattern (though it obviously didn’t know it was new). Alyssa got chilly and put her clothes back on (sans underwear), but Jelly Doll felt warm enough to stay naked. (In hindsight, that was probably because it was so unconsciously turned on by its new pronouns!) Master took his shirt off, and then had Danielle - who had finally awoken and emerged from her dark corner inside AJ’s head - tidy it away. She then knelt on the floor in front of Jelly Doll’s couch, in the same spot where she knelt at her own apartment. Cue much grumbling from AJ!

Eventually it gathered up our plates and headed to the kitchen - only for Master to freeze it before it could leave the living room. While Dani dutifully took the dishes and went to dispose of them herself, Master turned it around, swivelling it on its heel, so it was facing back into the room again.

Stepping in front of it, he pulled something that glinted silver out of his pocket. “See this, toy?” he asked, dangling the object in its sightline. It was a small Yale key, on a thin chain, swinging back and forth before its glass eyes. “In a second, I’m going to put this in the back of your neck, and wind you up. It’s going to create this tension inside your body, this urge to move, to march forwards. And you will, when I stop turning the key and take it away. You’ll march, and you’ll keep marching, until the spring inside you unwinds and you slowly come to a stop. And that won’t happen until I say so - you’ll just keep going until then.”

Jelly Doll said nothing, continuing to smile emptily and stare in its owner’s direction. But he knew it had understood and absorbed the suggestion.

“You’ll always walk straight forwards, but when I tell you to turn, you’ll immediately turn whichever way I tell you to and keep marching, without hesitation,” he continued, stepping around it. A second later it felt cold metal against its neck, the tip of the key slowly rotating on its skin. It didn’t move, remaining frozen in position, its arms raised to carry the plates that were no longer there. But it felt gradual torsion inside itself - a build-up of momentum waiting to be released. The key turned and turned, and the tension built and built...

And then the key abruptly stopped, maintaining contact with Jelly Doll for a few tantalising seconds, filling it with the immense impulse to move, to walk, but preventing it from doing so, keeping it frozen in place.

Then the gentle touch of steel on the top of its spine lifted away, and it instantly found itself striding forwards. Its knees rose high with every step, like it was actually in a marching band or a military parade or something, each foot ascending the moment the other hit the floor. Its arms swung back and forth at its sides, its right arm going forwards with its left leg, and vice versa. As they’d started moving each arm had automatically bent at the elbow, and then locked in that right-angled position, while its fingers had glued together, making each hand one solid piece of plastic.

The wind-up toy’s big, mechanical footsteps soon took it towards the opposite wall, which it was in danger of crashing into at any moment. “Turn right,” Master called. Without a moment’s pause, it spun ninety degrees on its foot and continued marching in a different direction. By now Alyssa and Dani had returned, and the brattier of the two darted across the room, giggling manically, to watch her plaything more closely.

They continued to direct it around the room for some time, enjoying its robotic movements, its blank stare, its placid smile. It never faltered, it never deviated from the course upon which it was set. It was a good wind-up toy, allowing the built-up torsion inside itself to propel it ever onwards without thought or emotion. It didn’t feel an ounce of frustration at being made to cross its own living room again and again, even when AJ repeatedly made it turn right every four seconds, forcing it to turn in a small square for a while.

“And feel the tension slowly fade away, Jelly, your movement slowing to a stop in just a few steps,” Master said at last, as it marched towards the wall. As soon as he said those words, it felt them take effect, its momentum rapidly evaporating. Each step was slower, more laborious, until it finally came to a halt a couple of feet away from the wall, a frozen statue once more. Its arms remained rigidly bent, its fingers still stuck together. It heard Master and Miss moving close behind, chatting and laughing, but they weren’t talking to Jelly Doll, so it couldn’t listen to what they said.

Before too long it again felt the cold kiss of its key, twisting against its nape, infusing it with more energy just waiting to be released. Removing the key, Master quickly commanded, “Turn right.” Whirling around, Jelly Doll trotted away again, feeling cogs turning within itself, a spring uncoiling inside its body, endlessly powering it forwards.

Making it turn right again, Master stood directly in its path, facing it, walking backwards towards the entrance to the corridor that led to its bedroom. He was still shirtless, the metal chain hung around his neck now, the key nestled amongst his chest hair. He continued to retreat backwards into and along the corridor, leading it towards its room, though it remained ignorant to its destination as it marched mindlessly. It heard Alyssa scurry behind it, cackling gleefully, but the sounds didn’t register, its brain absent, its head hollow. It knew nothing except how to walk on, continually, straight and true.

We entered Jelly Doll’s room, and Master’s words steered it to the foot of its bed, where he brought it to a stop once more. Then he wrapped one arm around its waist, slid his other hand between its legs, lifted it up off the floor, and lowered it onto the duvet, lying it on its side. It remained in the same pose, still grinning and staring fixedly.

Another few cold steel caresses later, and it was mechanically marching again - but on the bed, lying horizontally, making no actual progress no matter how many times its feet struck the empty air where the ground should be. Its right arm and leg slid across the duvet as it trotted in place, crumpling the bedclothes more and more. It couldn’t understand why it wasn’t getting any closer to the distant wall of its bedroom, but it also didn’t care. It had to keep going.

It could hear Alyssa hooting with laughter again. It felt no embarrassment, no frustration, at its absurd, futile actions - only a person would feel those things, and it was just a toy. It had no comprehension of why it was writhing pointlessly on its bed, its breathing rapid and excited, growing increasingly slick and wet between its pumping legs.

That is, until it finally wound down again at Master’s command, lay inert amidst the disordered duvet for a minute, and was, eventually, unfrozen. Its stiff limbs melting onto the soft surface beneath it, it let out a whimper and pawed at itself desperately, gazing up at its owners. It was painfully, deliciously aware of how they’d just been playing with it, winding it up and setting it off, making it cheerfully ramble about for their amusement.

“Doing good, doll?” Master chuckled, patting it fondly on the thigh.

It gaped at him for a few long seconds, lost for words, unsure how to convey how utterly objectified, how completely degraded, how gloriously fucking hot it felt.

Then it noticed the bulging tent in the front of his shorts. And it saw the way AJ was nestling into his side, wrapping her arms around him. When she was being that physically affectionate, it was a strong indicator that she was desperately turned on, and getting as close as she could to initiating sex short of actually doing it (because she was a brat and wanted to make him work for it).

Jelly Doll knew what it should do. It knew how best to express how it felt. It knew how it should show its gratitude to its Master and Miss.

“Please use your Jelly Doll,” it gasped, rolling onto its back and spreading its legs as wide as it could. “It wants to please you. It loves to be used by you. Please, fuck its wet, needy hole...”

Richard and Alyssa exchanged a wide-eyed glance (from point-blank range, since she still had her chin on his shoulder). Neither of them had put those words in Jelly Doll’s brain. It had come up with them itself, inspired by its intense craving for submission.

“That’s a fantastic idea,” Master remarked, grinning broadly. “But as appealing as this sight is...” He gestured to the toy’s juicy cunt. “I think we’ll be using a different hole. If you don’t mind, Jelly Doll?”

It shook its head hurriedly. “Jelly Doll is happy to serve. It’s just a toy, just your fleshlight, your suckdoll.”

“Good toy.” He pointed to the floor in front of him and AJ. “Kneel.”

“Yes, Master,” it mewled, barely hiding its tremors of arousal as it scrambled off the bed and dropped to the carpet. Miss eagerly stepped forwards, unbuttoning the front of her shorts.

“And don’t worry about your bed, Jel,” Master said nonchalantly. “Danielle’s gonna tidy it for you later - aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” Dani said brightly, before her docile expression morphed into something significantly more exasperated as AJ resurfaced, rolling their shared eyes. Without further ado, as if needing to reclaim the little ego she’d just lost, she yanked down her shorts and put her hand on the back of Jelly Doll’s head, gently pushing its face between her legs.

It ate her succulent ripple, and listened to her gorgeous grunts and moans, for what felt like an eternity, but was also nowhere near long enough. Soon, it felt her ease its head back as she stepped away, and had to force itself not to whine longingly. It was a toy to be used - it didn’t get to choose when, or how long for. (This wasn’t a mentality it had just jumped into that second - bear in mind we’d been experimenting with a CNC, free-use-fucktoy dynamic since late chapter 8!)

Regardless, its appetite was immediately sated as its Master stepped forwards, now fully naked himself, and slid his hard wood into its waiting mouth. It dutifully began to lick and suck along his shaft, its head bobbing back and forth, varying its speed from slow, tender and attentive, to fast and deep enough to make his balls slap against its chin. Before long though, he was pulling out with a pop and a shuddering sigh, passing his suckdoll back to AJ.

They alternated back and forth a few times, taking turns riding Jelly Doll’s mouth, bringing themselves close to the edge. (Which, as you may recall, was as far as Alyssa and Danielle could go anyway...) Finally, just as it was getting its face well and truly fucked, Master blurted, “Freeze.” There would have been no apparent external change - it was still just kneeling and passively letting him use its mouth, its arms straight at its sides - but when he slowed to a halt and withdrew a few seconds later, it remained in the same position, suspended in time with its mouth agape and its eyes closed.

Its owners exchanged more words outside the sphere of its awareness, and then it heard the distant click of a door, and a little whoosh of air as it swung open. It felt a fingertip brushing from between its eyes up its forehead, and its eyes flicked open, staring blankly at its Master’s hairy calves and throbbing cock. Then he stepped behind it, bent down and slid his hands under its arms, gripping it tightly by the armpits. He lifted it up off the floor, and its legs, though bent when it was first frozen, fell back into a vertical alignment, allowing him to put it back in a standing position.

His arms threaded through to wrap around its torso, one hand grasping its tit, the other arm lower down, a belt around its stomach. Raising it just an inch off the carpet, he carried it a short distance, past the end of its bed, and turned it around in the opposite direction before setting it back down again. It was now facing towards its closet, the door of which was open, Alyssa standing next to it smirking lasciviously. A number of Jelly Doll’s outfits were hanging up inside, but they had all been pushed aside, creating a reasonably wide space.

Wide enough to fit a person.

Or something that looked like a person.

A couple of gentle revolutions of its key against the back of its neck, and Jelly Doll was trooping forwards. “Feel that motion, that energy, ebb and fade quickly,” Master told it, and sure enough, it came to a gradual halt just as it stepped inside the closet. It would have walked in there under its own power if either of them had asked, quite happy to obey their commands, but they didn’t even give it that option, that illusion of choice.

It felt a hand fondling its ass, nimble fingers tenderly groping the left cheek. Sadly, Alyssa’s hand soon slipped away, but Master’s took her place, sliding underneath Jelly Doll to hold it between the legs, while his other hand began to snake around its torso once again, as if preparing to lift it. But then he hesitated, and his arms withdrew too. “Hmm,” it heard him say as it stared vacantly at the back wall of the closet, “I wonder if this’ll work...”

Its key returned, the metal tip pressing against its nape once again. He turned it only once, saying, “This time, Jelly Doll - and only this time - you’ll turn on the spot rather than marching. You’ll find yourself swivelling round 180 degrees, freezing in place again in the exact opposite direction.”

The metal touch vanished, and it promptly lifted its left foot off the carpet and slowly spun on its right heel, rotating to face out of the closet. As soon as it had completed the turn, its raised foot descended heavily again, and it was back to being stiff and static.

Richard stood before it, grinning that evil grin of his. Behind him, Alyssa was pulling off her shirt and casting it aside, fully nude now just as Master and Jelly Doll were. She took a few steps to the right and vanished out of its sightline, and moments later it heard a soft whump as she threw herself onto the bed.

“Thank you for getting us ready, Jelly Doll,” he sniggered. “We’ll get you back out when we need you.”

And he shut the closet door in its face, leaving it in near-darkness, only the faintest traces of light shining through the tiny gap where the door met its frame. Moments later, it heard loud, unmistakeable fuck noises coming from the other side.

It remained standing at attention, unable to move, think or speak, unable to do anything about its predicament, to free itself from the dark closet inside which it was trapped. Despite its mindlessness, it was aware on some basic, subconscious level of what had just happened. Its owners had used its mouth to get themselves ready - and then, as soon as they’d decided they no longer required its services, they’d stashed it away and continued without it. They were reinforcing that its pleasure was unimportant - only theirs mattered. It was just a toy, to be used and then put away.

Its awareness of that made it throb.

Jelly Doll wanted to be played with. It wanted to be touched and groped. It so desperately wanted Master or AJ to open that door and take it back out again, to rub its drooling cunt, to stick her tongue or his cock inside it and fuck it hard... The fact that they weren’t - that it was forced to stay where it was, posed and immobile, without being given the satisfaction it desired, not even permitted to watch while the two of them had sex on its bed - was only making it even more madly horny.

It loved being frozen and put on display, a horny ornament (a ‘hornament’, if you will) to be admired. It was discovering, though, that it also loved being used for its owners’ pleasure and then tucked out of the way, serving only to prepare them for sex with each other. It loved it so much, it couldn’t decide whether it wanted to be touched and made to cum, or left alone and denied.

It was stuck there in exquisite agony, with an empty head, a motionless body and a pulsating pussy, stored in its dark closet, listening helplessly to its Master and Miss rampantly fucking in the near distance.