So Jelly Doll’s talked you through the first six-ish months of its hypnotic journey into submission and objectification, offering you the juiciest standout moments. In this instalment it’s going to cover the rest of that first year, up until its release date (or its ‘birthday’, as it once called it) at the end of November. After all, it’s sure you all enjoyed AJ’s Mental Montage back in the original Exploring Together - it’s been dying to write a montage chapter of its own!

Suffice to say, it spent the rest of the year deepening its descent into dehumanisation, until thinking of itself in third person, as a toy with a fake human identity and a distinct lack of free will, was as natural as breathing. Throughout the months Master Richard and Miss Alyssa used a combination of hypnosis, specific (and slightly sadistic) scenarios, and casually degrading treatment in everyday life, to enhance its new mindset and reinforce its role as their sex doll.

It should take a moment to reiterate, once again, that every single thing we do together is still consensual and negotiated clearly, and Jelly Doll has always retained the ability to use its safewords and stop scenes that make it uncomfortable. No matter how far gone it is, it still has the desire and ability to protect itself if necessary, and its partners/owners are fully respectful of that. We all love each other and want to make each other happy - that’s really the underlying motivation behind all the kinky shit, why we’ve gone to such lengths to create this dynamic. Alyssa wants to be an easily confused, embarrassed brat who drops into trance in an instant and never quite knows what’s real, with a dopey slavegirl alter-ego sharing her body and undermining her at every turn. Richard wants to be our cruel yet caring mesmeric Master, able to control, shape and subjugate us as he desires - so long as we’re enjoying it.

And it probably doesn’t need to tell you now, but Jelly Doll wants to be an object, a beautiful brainless statue, an inanimate fucktoy with delusions of humanity, only capable of acting like a person or even moving under its own power with its owners’ permission. And that’s exactly what it’s become, mentally and physically. It really is a doll now. It actually thinks it might have been a doll already - it just didn’t know it until it met Master and Miss. It loves them so much for giving it the chance to explore, and helping it figure out what it really is.

Anyway, on with the montage! Some snippets will be longer than others, but together, they make what Jelly Doll considers to be the key points (and hottest highlights) of the latter half of its first year as a living toy. It also wants to point out that we’ve played out many of the scenarios in this chapter more than once - because why not have more of a good thing...?

***

The door unlocked with a click and swung open, and Richard and AJ stepped inside their apartment. They’d both just finished work, and he’d picked her up from the restaurant and driven them both home. They were chatting amiably as they entered, but both fell silent at the sight that awaited them.

“Well, what do we have here?” he sniggered, approaching Jelly Doll to admire it more closely. It was frozen in the middle of the room, side-on from the front door, wearing only a red bikini with black straps. Its arms were stretched up in the air, its head tilted back slightly, its expression blankly serene. Its hair, still slightly damp from its pre-freeze shower, hung loosely down its back. Its left leg was straight and solid, supporting its body weight, while its right leg protruded forwards in a balletic pose, bent at the knee, its foot pointed downwards, its toes piercing the carpet like an arrowhead.

It had been there for forty-five minutes.

“She must’ve known we’d be finishing work soon, and she wanted to surprise us,” AJ remarked, sauntering over as well. Then she caught herself, and grimaced with contrition. “I mean ‘it’. Sorry, Jel.”

If it was capable of thinking, it wouldn’t have minded. Getting used to calling it ‘it’ was a big adjustment, for Jelly Doll and for its owners. Especially since they still had to refer to it as ‘she’ in public. So it’s never bothered by being addressed with its old pronouns - if it was, it would be impossible for it to function in the world outside our kinky lifestyle.

“It’d almost be a shame to unfreeze it, or move it,” Master mused, studying it fondly.

“I know, right? It looks so peaceful.” One of Alyssa’s hands brushed up Jelly Doll’s inner thigh (which, raised as it was, gave her easy access). With the other, she ran her fingertips over the little bristles that lined its armpit, shaved recently but not that day. Her touch would have tickled if it wasn’t made of stone at that moment.

“If anything, I want to make it look more relaxed.” Richard traced his finger down its forehead, and its eyelids obligingly fell shut.

Of course, their hesitation to play with their doll didn’t last very long, much to its unconscious relief. (After all, that was kinda why it did this!) Pulling its bikini cups to the side, they possessively groped its tits and twisted its nipples. They poked, pinched, tickled, flicked, caressed and squeezed various body parts, revelling in its utter lack of reaction. Alyssa knelt down and hungrily kissed its butt cheek, leaving it with a vivid hickey, while Richard prised its mouth open to varying degrees, from slightly ajar to gaping wide.

Finally, Master lifted Jelly Doll up in his usual way - one arm wrapped around its waist, the other hand holding it by the cunt, undoubtedly feeling its wetness through the bikini bottoms - and carried it to the corner of the room, setting it down there, careful not to shift it out of the pose in which it had frozen itself. Then he and Miss went about their business, changing out of their work clothes, fixing themselves snacks, and just generally decompressing and chilling out, leaving their hornament on display for them to look at from afar.

That is, until its alarm roused it at the end of its hour-long freeze - a new record, for which it required many aftercare cuddles on the couch!

***

“Wotcha reading?” Richard asked as he sauntered into the living room.

Jelly Doll glanced up from its book. “Goddess, by Kelly Gardiner,” it replied with a grin. “It’s about Julie D’Aubigny.”

“Oh, who’s she?” He came to a halt by the armchair where it sat, hand on his hip.

“She was this opera singer from the seventeenth century,” it explained, sitting up straighter in its seat. At his bemused expression, it laughed. “It knows, doesn’t sound interesting - except she was fucking iconic. She learned to fence as a teenager, kept getting in duels and having to go on the run from the law, had a bunch of male and female lovers, seduced a merchant’s daughter and infiltrated a nunnery to rescue her...”

“Wow,” he whistled, “she sounds... amazing, honestly.”

“Hell yeah, she was. She was like this singing, swordfighting queer adventuress. It’s wild that someone like her lived in a time like that and said, ‘no, fuck all of you, I’m gonna do and be whoever the hell I wa-’”

“Freeze.”

Jelly Doll’s mouth was wide open, mid-word, when the paralysis spread through its body and mind. Which was very convenient for Master. Placing a hand on the top of its head, he turned it towards him, and then pulled his cock out of his shorts and eased it into the waiting hole.

All thoughts of Julie D’Aubigny, and indeed anything else, had fled its mind in an instant, leaving it to stare glassily at Master’s pelvis as he thrust back and forth. Its right hand still held the book open, gripping it by the bottom of the spine, its thumb acting as a bookmark. The pages rustled gently as Jelly Doll was rocked by the increasingly vigorous facefucking.

He didn’t use the suckdoll trigger this time, content to leave its mouth simply as a warm hole for him to cum into. Once he was finished, he promptly pulled out and said, “Unfreeze.”

Blushing hard, Jelly Doll swallowed and wiped its lips with the back of its hand, before raising the book to eye level to hide its face. “Um, yeah, so, Julie D’Aubigny’s really cool, is what it was saying,” it giggled feebly.

“I know. She was in a Doctor Who comic. I just pretended I didn’t know about her so you could tell me, and I could interrupt you.”

“Rude!” it gasped. “Rude and mean! Trickery! Bad Master!!”

“Good toy,” he countered with a smirk, patting it on the head and strolling away, his business with his living doll concluded.

Red-faced and squirming, Jelly Doll tried to return its attention to the book, ignore its pulsating pleasure, and forget the events of the past few minutes. It was not easy.

***

“Someone was a little too eager to be a statue again,” Alyssa sniggered, as Jelly Doll blinked, sighed and stretched. “You forgot something.”

“Whuh?” it mumbled, rubbing its eyes. “What did it forget?”

“Your alarm.” She gestured to its phone, lying on the mantelpiece. “I guess you musta forgot to set it.”

“It did?” It frowned, the implications of that starting to dawn on it. “But then...” It hesitated, thinking - which was difficult after having ended a long stint as a mindless mannequin less than a minute ago. It hadn’t expected to unfreeze to find AJ there - she’d gone back to Cotati for the weekend, along with Richard. Jelly Doll had stayed behind because it had a shift at the clinic - it couldn’t get out of it because it was already covering for someone else. It had intended to freeze itself for an hour that evening - Friday evening. But if she was here now...

“How long has it been frozen for?” it asked slowly.

She shrugged. “I dunno. We only just got back.”

Its eyes went wide. “Wait - it’s Sunday?!” it exclaimed.

“Yeah.” She raised an eyebrow. “Why, when did you freeze yourself?”

Jelly Doll didn’t reply, too busy staring into space as its mind reeled. It had been frozen for two days, and hadn’t come out of it of its own volition. It had been helpless until Miss had returned and released it. That was unutterably hot, and also pretty damn scary at the same time. It needed some autonomy - it needed to sustain its body. Good toys kept themselves in working order - which meant it still needed to eat and drink. And it hadn’t had any food or water for 48 hours.

Also, it had missed its shift. That would be a problem.

As its thoughts continued to spiral, and it grew more and more panicked and aroused, AJ stepped into its field of vision with a look of concern on her face. “Hey, Jel, you OK?”

“Um - well, it - two days - this is, uhh...” it whimpered.

“Colour check?”

It hesitated, the back of its brain stirring to contemplate whether to continue playing out this scene. “Um, lemon,” it eventually replied.

“OK, you can realise,” she said quickly.

It sighed with relief, its mind regaining some clarity. It hadn’t frozen itself, after all. AJ had, and then she’d posed it, left it for a while, and eventually unfrozen it - but not before tweaking its memories slightly. It was still Friday, not Sunday. She and Richard weren’t leaving until tomorrow morning. Everything was OK - it hadn’t missed its shift, or any meals. (Although the anxiety had made it kinda hungry.)

“You good?” she asked again, putting her hands on its upper arms and rubbing them reassuringly.

“Yeah,” it nodded, smiling at her. “Yeah, it’s alright. That just... freaked it out more than it expected.”

“Sorry,” she grimaced. “I thought that’d be funny and hot, not so scary.”

“Well, it was hot. And funny, it guesses. Just, uh... if you do that again, don’t make it think it missed work!” it snickered.

She smiled ruefully. “Understood.”

We put a pause on hypnokinky stuff in order to have some dinner, and were soon joined by Richard. Although that scene had gone slightly awry, it still found the concept deeply sexy. The idea that it could be frozen for days, or even weeks, without ever wavering from its pose, or needing to do anything to sustain its body (eating, drinking, using the bathroom)... so blank and mindless, it was incapable of knowing how long it had been static for, unable to free itself, depending on being found and unfrozen by its owners... That’s some hot shit.

And so is the fact that it genuinely believed it had been frozen for that long, simply because Miss told it so. It had no concept of time when frozen, no awareness of how many minutes or hours or days or weeks or months or years might have passed in the interim. It would have to take Miss and Master’s word for it. If they claimed they’d had it on display, still and quiet and brainless, for years and years, it’d have to believe them. All they needed to do, it told them, was make it forget or ignore the fact that it had human things it needed to do - not only physical matters, caring for its body, but also having a job or a family. That way, it wouldn’t get distressed when they unfroze it.

Such feedback was very useful when they next ‘time-pranked’ it...

***

“Your lemonade, Miss,” Jelly Doll said with a wry smile.

“Thanks, hun,” Alyssa grinned, reaching up to take the proffered drink. She was reclining on a sun lounger in her and Richard’s back garden, wearing a black bikini and a pair of sunglasses. This sunny day in early August was perfect sunbathing weather, and she was taking full advantage.

Jelly Doll strolled past, towards a matching lounger on the other side of her, carrying its own glass of lemonade. Its light blue sun dress floated around its thighs as it walked, and it blushed, feeling AJ’s eyes on it. It settled down on the seat with its legs firmly crossed, and, after a quick gulp, set its drink down on the small wooden table between them.

“So what’s happening with this short film?” she asked.

“It starts filming next weekend,” it said earnestly. “It’s really excited! It hasn’t had any work since the movie wrapped...”

“Ugh, I know the feeling,” she sighed. “I haven’t had a project in so damn long. Lucky you found this...”

“Well, technically they found it - they reached out after they saw Jelly Doll in something else. But anyway, yeah, we had the cast meeting day before last, and next Saturday we’re filming the first scenes. It’s like - it doesn’t want to give too much away, but it’s like a, a feminist historical comedy, kinda thing.”

“Oh, I love that,” AJ grinned. “Anyone involved that I’d have heard of?”

Jelly Doll frowned, considering for a moment. “It doesn’t know... Oh, hey, it thinks you might know Sean Ma-”

“Freeze.”

In its peripheral vision, she slipped off the side of her sun lounger and sauntered towards it. “Sorry to interrupt, babe,” she tittered. “I do wanna hear all about it - you can tell me more later.” Perching on the side of its seat, she lifted its right leg off the left, uncrossing them and lying them flat side by side, a fair distance apart. “I just had a sudden craving for something even sweeter than lemonade,” she teased, lowering herself down and crawling up the chair.

Jelly Doll didn’t reply, of course, its face stuck in a contemplative expression, its left arm down at its side, the right resting across its belly. As she nestled between its legs, she pulled up the bottom of its dress and used its right arm to pin it up.

It had never really been one for wearing dresses or skirts, preferring to stick with pants or shorts, even when summer rolled around. But in recent weeks it had been feeling quite drawn to dresses, without quite knowing why - at least at first. Master and Miss eventually made it aware of the hypnotic suggestion to wear clothes that made it more... accessible. Since then it had been hyper-aware of the reason why it wore pretty, floaty dresses - and why it immediately took off its panties whenever it arrived at its owners’ apartment. Hence the blushing earlier.

Now, though, it couldn’t feel flustered, even as it sat there obligingly holding up the front of its dress, baring its cunt for its owner, who reached up and tilted its head down so it could blankly watch her. It could feel horny, however. And it certainly did, from being immobilised, the subconscious anticipation of what was to come, the pleasure that spread from her mouth as she kissed her way up its inner thigh towards her destination, and the summer sun warming its plastic skin.

That same sun illuminated Alyssa beautifully, her sunglasses lifted off her face and onto the top of her head, buried amidst her flowing auburn hair, which shone like a blazing fire in the light. Wrapping her lips around Jelly Doll’s, she gazed up at its face with shining eyes as she began to tenderly, adoringly lick.

***

“I’ve been saying for ages that we could use another lamp in here,” Richard chuckled. “This is so much better. It’s in just the right place.”

“Agreed. Although we could’ve gotten one with a better bulb,” AJ mused, her voice wavering with barely-suppressed mirth. “It’s not giving off a lot of light...”

“I suppose it is more decorative than functional. Mind you, you might not be getting as much light down there.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn’t have encouraged Dani to go to her spot,” she snarked. “She doesn’t need any prompting, she loves it down here. Which makes one of us!”

Their increasingly banter-fuelled conversation went completely over Jelly Doll’s empty head. It stood at attention, its feet together, its arms straight at its sides, staring at nothing - there was nothing to see, after all, with its vision completely obstructed by the only thing it was wearing.

It heard footsteps padding across the carpeted floor, gradually getting closer. It felt a hand grope its ass, and another tweak its nipple. Then a finger tapped a couple of times on the lampshade covering its face, filling its ears with echoing thuds.

Then the footsteps casually strolled past and off into the distance, leaving the mindless lamp standing there, casting out light, immersed in darkness.

***

“That was delicious,” AJ sighed happily, sitting back in her seat and patting her stomach. “Top quality birthday meal. Thank you guys so much.”

“You’re welcome,” Jelly Doll beamed.

She nudged Richard. “How’s your steak?”

“Gorgeous,” he mumbled through his mouthful, his eyes on his plate, cutting off the next piece as he chewed.

“It better be for these prices.” She glanced at our surroundings, smiling a little guiltily at the relative opulence of the restaurant (compared to what we were used to, anyway). “This place is so fancy, I feel like I’m costing a fortune just sitting here.”

“Hey, between us we should be able to treat you on your birthday,” he remarked between mouthfuls. “Perks of dating two people, amirite?”

“I knew there had to be at least one upside,” she said drily.

“Besides, you’re 25 now,” it teased. “A quarter of a century gone. Might as well celebrate while you can, ’cos it’s all downhill from here!”

“Heyy,” she groaned, “don’t say that! It’s against the law to make someone feel old on their birthday! Besides, you’re nearly thirty.”

“That’s how I know,” it chuckled wearily, sitting back in its seat and pulling out its phone to check the time. As it did so, it saw it had an unopened message from Alyssa, from only ten minutes ago. It shot her a bemused smirk. “Did you message me while we were sitting here?”

“Oh yeah, I saw a meme I thought you’d like,” she said blithely.

“Oh, OK.”

Jelly Doll opened the message, but found no meme. Instead, there was a single word in block capitals: ‘FREEZE’.

AJ cackled at the sight of its fixed stare. “That’ll teach ya! Didn’t even plan that as revenge. Perfect timing. OK, on that note, I’m going to the bathroom.”

It heard her push her chair back and get to her feet - and Richard, too. “I’ll get us another round,” he chuckled. And they both trotted away in different directions, leaving their frozen Jelly Doll behind.

Anyone that happened to glance into the booth would merely see a young woman peering at her phone, and if their gaze happened to linger and they noticed the lack of movement and the unwavering stare, they might assume she was watching something, like an Insta story or even a Twitch stream. They’d have to get pretty close to see that the screen it was staring at had gone dark - and no random bystander would care enough to investigate that closely.

So it remained there in the booth, still and silent and staring at a blank screen, waiting for its owners to return for it.

***

“The redness has died down, skin looks perfectly normal,” Richard said. Jelly Doll felt his fingertips on the back of its neck. “And it’s not sore at all?”

“No, it feels fine,” it replied, grinning gleefully as it continued to hold up its hair for him, exposing its nape. “Actually, it feels great. Its neck feels kinda... sensitive? Like, not bad, but when you touch it, it feels a little pleasure. It doesn’t know if that’s just a subconscious thing, like its brain is causing a reaction because it knows what’s been done there... Or maybe you added a sneaky trigger without it knowing,” it added with a light giggle.

“That does sound like something I would do,” he chuckled, without confirming or denying anything. It knew, if it turned its head to look at him, he’d be wearing his familiar sinister, sexy smile.

There was the telltale clicking sound effect of his phone snapping a photo. “Here,” he said, extending his arm past its head and holding up his phone so it could see the screen. Its grin broadened at the sight of the picture, showing the back of its neck, and its new decoration, in vivid detail.

As far as tattoos went, it was quite simplistic - a small black circle, sitting atop a triangle of similar size. Combined, they formed the shape of an empty keyhole. A more or less perfect fit for a certain small silver key with which Jelly Doll had become quite familiar.

“Fuck, that’s awesome,” it breathed, staring in awe at the picture of its brand new hole. Letting go of its hair with one hand, it went to touch its nape, feeling around blindly for the deep groove that it knew it wouldn’t actually find. “Can... can you help it, please, Master?”

“Of course, toy.” He took it by the wrist and firmly guided its unresisting hand, controlling its course as he traced its fingertips around the edge of the dark mark on its neck.

Its own touch sent a shiver of unbridled lust through it. With this tattoo, the wind-up toy suggestion was permanent. With this tattoo, it had made a physical representation of its surrender into submission. With this tattoo, it had marked itself as property, a plaything, a piece of powerless plastic to be used by its Master and Miss.

He stepped in front of it, shaking his head and smiling in awe. “I can’t believe you did this, Jel. This is - this is incredible...”

It beamed. “This was the easy one. It still wants to get another, bigger hole on its lower back, so you can puppeteer it. But that one’ll take a lot longer, and probably hurt a lot more...”

Richard exhaled heavily, gazing adoringly into its eyes. “I mean, the fact that you even want that... You’re just wonderful, Jelly. AJ and I are both so lucky she found you.” He put his hand on the side of its face, caressing its cheek. “I love you.”

Jelly Doll felt a wave of emotion. “It loves you too,” it murmured, taking a step closer to him and wrapping its arms around his waist. He responded in kind, putting his left hand on its upper back and gripping its thigh with the right, and pulled it in for a soft, tender, prolonged kiss.

As we unhurriedly made out, his left hand slowly snuck round to its chest and reached down the front of its dress, brushing against its tits as he took hold of the small silver key that now hung from Jelly Doll’s neck, readily available in case its owners ever wanted to use it. Drawing it out, he slid it along its chain, gradually bringing it around the back of its neck. Jelly Doll felt him do this, but offered no resistance or protest, allowing him to do what he wanted.

We were still kissing when it felt the tip of the key press against its nape - and, thanks to the conditioning that accompanied the new tattoo, it then felt the key slide inside with a click. It stiffened, its eyes going wide, as he began to twist the key around and around, pulling away from the kiss and stepping around it to better see what he was doing, leaving it with rigid limbs and a stupefied expression.

The inner torsion built with every turn, until he finally stopped and relinquished the key, letting it drop from its hole down the wind-up toy’s back as it promptly marched off into the distance, mindlessly, blissfully happy.

***

Two mannequins stood on the shop floor, facing each other from across the walkway. One belonged to the store. The other was just visiting.

Jelly Doll hadn’t chosen to situate itself here, because it wasn’t capable of choice right now. That said, it was more conscious than it usually was when it was a frozen toy, unable to move or think without its owners’ permission. Right now it was out in public, so it needed an additional level of safeguards. It was still immobile, its mind completely untroubled and tranquil - but it was aware of its surroundings, it could hear and listen to sounds and voices around it, and it could even think a little bit. What an unusual treat!

This had taken quite some negotiating, but it was something all of us had wanted to try. In its current state, Jelly Doll could only move and speak with permission, and only as Master and Miss commanded. It could move when they held its hand, following them along as they led it wherever they wanted to go. But otherwise, it was a motionless, mostly-mindless mannequin - as it was right now. One second Alyssa had been leading it through the aisles, humming to herself as she browsed, while it plodded along beside her and stared glassily ahead. The next, her hand had slipped away and she’d wandered away, leaving it stuck where it was.

Being out in public like this was a new, frightening, exhilarating experience. The notion that any passer-by could see it in its truest form, as a helpless hornament being led around the mall, was absolutely fucking thrilling. The sensation of dozens of eyes on it - of dozens of bystanders thinking what is she doing, why is she acting like that, that must be a toy, an ‘it’, not a ‘she’ - refused to fade, even though it knew on some level that no-one other than its partners was paying any attention to it. It felt utterly exposed.

At least it wasn’t actually exposed. It was wearing another sun dress - a white one, covered with little red dots - and had panties on under that, because even in a scenario like this it wasn’t prepared to risk flashing a stranger. For the same reason, its safeguards were highly sensitive - if it saw or heard anyone nearby who was starting to take notice of it in its frozen state, it would unfreeze and move elsewhere, closer to Richard or AJ. As hot as this experience was, and as much as it wanted to sustain that hotness, it was being as careful as possible not to involve any non-consenting bystanders in its kinky dynamic.

Then again, as an additional precaution, they were probably in the best possible place for such a situation to arise.

Jelly Doll continued to gaze at the other mannequin a few feet away, admiring the leather harness it wore as much as it could without being able to move its eyes. Behind it, it could see a shelf displaying an array of dildos and strap-ons, one of which it recognised as the strapless toy AJ owned, of which we had made liberal use in the past.

Speak of the devil - “There you are, Jelly,” she chortled in the near distance, approaching it from its right side. “I was wondering where I’d left you.” Her fingers interlaced with Jelly Doll’s, and it felt its frozen body melt just a little bit, free from the all-pervading inertia (for now). It still couldn’t stop staring straight in front, and its face remained expressionless, but the rest of it could move now - if only to follow Miss.

In its peripheral vision, it saw her hand gesturing towards the other mannequin. “Like what you see?”

“Yes,” it answered in a soft, sleepy monotone. Not like an emotionless robot - more like someone who’d just woken up and hadn’t mustered the energy to put any emphasis into their voice.

“The outfit - or the mannequin?”

She knew it so well. “The mannequin,” it sighed in response. She didn’t ask it to elaborate - she didn’t need to. She knew it fantasised about being displayed in a store, frozen and posed, wearing one of the garments on sale so shoppers could use it as a reference for themselves. And the thought of being a display doll in this store? Wearing that harness - or something even more scandalous - where anyone could see it, powerless to hide or cover itself up? Standing there mindless and peaceful, fully visible to the public while wearing a latex jumpsuit and a thick strap-on (for example), from opening time all the way to closing?? Fuckety fuck...

It made a mental note to check the shop’s website and see if there were job applications for that kind of thing. Or maybe it could find their email address and put in a request - volunteer to be their mannequin...

As all of these thoughts had been slowly trudging through its dim dolly brain, AJ had put her shopping bag in its left hand, closing its fingers around the handle, and then took its right hand and led it to the counter. We were greeted by a cashier whom we didn’t recognise - this was our regular sex shop, and we visited often enough to be on friendly terms with several of the staff, so this must have been someone new.

At Alyssa’s prompting, Jelly Doll lifted her bag onto the counter, and the cashier began taking out the contents, scanning them and putting them back inside. The contents included lube and candy dicks (because we were running low on both) and some bondage rope - which Alyssa already had plenty of, but she’d wanted to get more because she and Richard had come up with an Evil Plan they intended to implement in the near future. She paid, and then left with Jelly Doll, who continued to carry her bag for her.

Regrouping with Richard (who had been buying new sneakers) at the food court, we had McDonald’s for lunch, the two of them chatting away while it sat silently staring into space, mechanically eating its meal. After that we went home, back to their apartment. As we entered the house, Richard turned to Jelly Doll and took the shopping bag from it, placing it on the floor at his feet. He put his hands on its upper arms and looked it in the eyes. “Colour check, Jel?”

“Lime,” it blurted immediately.

He grinned. “Glad to hear it. Need a rest? Anything to eat or drink?”

It smiled gratefully. “No, it’s OK, Master. It feels fine.”

“Aw, good. In that case - freeze.”

The limited mobility and consciousness it possessed deserted it, as it was reduced to a thoughtless object once more. Master extended its arms, bending them at the elbows, and then slid off his brown leather jacket (a thrift store find he was particularly pleased with) and hung it over its right arm. Giggling, Alyssa stepped forwards and hung her own black jacket on its left arm, along with her long cream-coloured scarf.

“Danielle, why don’t you tidy away the shopping?” Richard said with a smirk, turning away from both of us and walking further into the apartment.

AJ’s mischievous leer morphed into Dani’s guileless, placid smile. “Yes, Master,” she chirped, picked up the bags, and scurried away to do as she was asked, leaving the human-shaped coat hanger in its convenient spot by the front door.

***

Jelly Doll didn’t have long to wait before the Evil Plan was carried out.

Although it spent much of its time as a statue, a wind-up toy and a sex doll, it was often made into other objects, as you’ve seen. A lamp (still the silliest one), a coat hangar, a coffee table with plates balanced on its back, a footstool... One time Master had Danielle and Jelly Doll be footstools at the same time, so he could really stretch his legs out!

But as degrading and sexy as those were, none of them demanded that much effort, on either Jelly Doll’s part or its owners’. All they had to do was freeze and position it, and all it had to do was remain frozen and hold the pose, which was little trouble at this point after all the practice it’d had. This latest idea, however, was more elaborate, and required props.

It stripped off its clothes at Miss and Master’s request, placing them on the couch in a neat pile, and then stood in the corner and waited, leaning back against the wall, hugging itself and shivering more out of anticipation than coldness. (It was now September, but we do live in California, so it was still fairly warm.) Richard soon re-entered the room, carrying a handful of bondage rope in one hand and what looked like a short wooden plank under the other arm.

Approaching Jelly Doll, he stood facing it, placing the rope and the board on the floor. It opened its mouth to ask what sinister intentions he had for it, not really expecting a straight answer - but it didn’t have time, only managing to let out a faint croak from the back of its throat as it felt his finger prod its belly button and reduce it to a plastic plaything once more.

Leaving it standing there, he exited the room again, and flitted back and forth over the next few minutes, as did AJ. They brought in several more wooden boards, a dozen short metal bars, armfuls of rope, and a few small stacks of books. As it remained there at attention, its bare back and butt against the wall, they slowly and carefully began to build a bookcase around its body.

The assembly process didn’t take that long (although to be fair, Jelly Doll was barely aware of the passage of time). By the time it was completed, the living toy was effectively merged with the bookcase that surrounded it and pinned it to the wall. Four wide wooden shelves were held up by the steel rods between each one, situated in each corner, with two much thinner wooden boards propped up between the bars at each end, to stop the books falling off the side. Each shelf had a gap cut into the middle that perfectly fit its body. It supposes Richard and AJ must’ve covertly measured it beforehand, to be sure they had the right length bars and that the holes they’d carved out of the shelves were the right size. (Or perhaps it wasn’t covert, and they just erased its memories afterwards.)

The topmost shelf fit snugly around its neck, its chin sitting on the wooden surface. There were two piles of books lying on either side of its head, one of which lightly pressed against its cheek. (There were no bookend boards on this level to stop them falling off the sides if they’d been placed upright). The shelf below wrapped around its torso - but still had enough width remaining in front of the gap for its boobs to rest on it - and was full of books to its right, the nearest novel squashed against its side, pushing its tit slightly out of place. The left side had a little more space, enough that the closest book on that side had fallen diagonally and was propped up against its left breast. It was a similar story with the two lower shelves, one of which fit around the middle of its thighs, the other around its ankles. It could feel the weight of the books on each level, but had no trouble holding them up (because the metal bars were doing all the work).

As for the bondage rope - a loop had been tied around its waist, with four thick lines tied to the bars between the second and third shelves. The loop was tight enough to stay in place without being uncomfortable, and it suspects the entire lattice was largely ornamental - to mentally reinforce the feeling of it being fused with the bookcase, made an integral, inseparable part of it. (Honestly, the shelves, and the wall behind Jelly Doll, were already doing a good enough job pinning it in place.)

More purposeful were the two ropes tying its wrists to the bars - again, between shelves 2 and 3, although the ropes were also looped around the bottom of the shelf 1-2 bars, to keep Jelly Doll’s arms held up against the bottom of shelf 2. (Frozen as it was, it could’ve kept them in position anyway, but it appreciated the help. Or it would’ve, if it had any concept of what was happening.) Two brass candlesticks were placed in its outstretched hands as a further decorative touch.

Alyssa and Richard stood back to admire their handiwork for a moment. Then they each took some reading material off a shelf and went off to sit on the couch together, without sparing their bookcase another glance. (Not just then, anyway. It’s sure they glanced over at it a few times...!)

They left it like that for at least two hours, occasionally wandering back over to play with its nipples and its cunt (which they had to shuffle some books forwards a little to get to... and to stop them from getting wet). They also checked its wellbeing a few times, partly unfreezing it so it could speak, similarly to the docile state it was in at the mall. They offered it refreshments and did colour checks, to which its mindless answer was always lime. It was alright. Like it said, it’d had months of practice - it was ready for this. It remained locked in place throughout those two hours, immersed in blissful blankness and hot objectification.

During one check, though, Jelly Doll did ask for water, so Danielle helpfully brought it a glass, lifting it to the living bookcase’s mouth so it could sip the contents. It managed to gulp them down without letting any drops escape its lips, but as she took it away she accidentally splashed a large amount of it on the shelf. “Oh shit,” Alyssa blurted, pushing her alter-ego aside to resume control. “Dani, you fuckin’ klutz.”

“Sorry,” Dani giggled sheepishly.

Hurriedly grabbing the book piles on the shelf before they could get wet, AJ dumped them carelessly on the floor, near Jelly Doll’s feet. Richard leaned forwards to peer at the spillage. “Oh dear. Better get that cleaned up.”

“Yeah, go get the paper towels,” she said.

He didn’t move. He just stood there and smiled at her expectantly, his arms folded.

She sighed heavily. “You want me to do it?”

He still said nothing, continuing to grin teasingly at her.

“C’mon, man,” she whined. “It’s a tiny little spill, it’ll take you twenty seconds to clean up...”

He stayed silent and smirking, until, finally, she gave in and stomped away, groaning loudly. He watched her go with a malicious chuckle.

Jelly Doll kept staring ahead, oblivious to it all, and to the water pooling around its chin and trickling down its neck. By the time Alyssa returned, the drops had trailed lines down its chest. Now this bookcase came with its own water feature! (Two, if you counted its needy cunt.)

“You look cute,” Master teased AJ as she approached Jelly Doll.

“Shut up,” she grumbled, holding the paper towels with one hand and smoothing down her black maid’s dress with the other. Tilting Jelly Doll’s head back to lift its chin off the top shelf, she covered the surface in sheets to soak up the spill, and then set about wiping Jelly Doll’s chin and chest, as well as the little drops that had fallen off its tits and onto the second shelf. Finally, with a couple more clean sheets, it scooped up the soaked ones on the top shelf, along with the water they’d absorbed, and scurried away with them to throw them in the garbage.

As she came back, Master put out an arm to intercept her, wrapping it around her torso and upper arms like a serpent. Unable to resist, she blushed and scowled as he lifted up the back of her skirt and groped her ass. “You can never just let me walk past, can you?”

“Nope,” he laughed. “You’re just too gorgeous, and demure, and easily flustered... You drive me wild in this outfit.” He punctuated the word ‘wild’ with a hearty slap on one of her butt cheeks.

Letting out a yelp, she squirmed in his embrace and made some incoherent mutinous noises until he eventually let her go. Trying to compose herself, she returned to the bookcase, gave the top one last wipe to dry it, and then set Jelly Doll’s head back down on it. Glancing at its face, her mouth quirked into a fond little smile.

“She’s so pretty,” Alyssa murmured - or maybe it was Danielle. “I love her eyes...”

“I know, right? You could just get lost in them, couldn’t you?”

AJ blushed and grinned, looking away. “Yeah, nice try. I’ve let you bully me enough for one evening...”

“... but I wanna go into trance,” Dani argued back, lifting their gaze back towards Jelly Doll’s face. “Can I, Master? I want to hypnotise myself - is that allowed?”

“Of course, slave,” he said soothingly, stepping towards her and running his palm over her back. “That is, if you can beat AJ in a battle of wills!”

“Well, that’s not gonna happen,” AJ insisted - but her eyes were drawing inexorably closer to Jelly Doll’s. She kept blinking and flicking her eyes away, but they kept wandering back again, as if magnetically drawn. “I’m not gonna - nope, that’s - you won’t - I can w-win this -”

“Sure about that?”

His hand slid down her back and snuck under her skirt again, and she let out a squeak as he squeezed her butt once again. As he did so, Dani seized her chance and locked eyes with Jelly Doll, and Alyssa let out a whimper as both their minds were sucked out of their heads, the consternation fading from their face to be replaced with dreamy blankness. Groping her for a little while longer, Master eventually left her standing there, gazing vacantly into the bookcase’s equally empty eyes.

***

Jelly Doll stood at attention, smiling blankly and staring straight ahead, listening to Richard and Alyssa noisily make out on the bed next to it.

It knows what you must be thinking - just another day with a ‘y’ in it, right? But it wasn’t just a statue at that moment - it was once again in that partly-responsive state they’d put it in at the mall, which they’d now dubbed ‘service mode’. It could move and speak under its own steam, if only to obey commands. It had just enough of a mind to be a little disappointed it was being left out of the fun, but it couldn’t express that on its frozen face. At least it could kinda see them in its peripheral vision - they hadn’t stashed it in its closet this time. (Yes, they were at Jelly Doll’s apartment, and they’d once again commandeered its bed to fool around without it. So rude.)

Coming up for air for a moment, Master called out, “Jelly Doll, bring us some water, please.”

“Jelly Doll obeys,” it said cheerfully, and began to stiffly march forwards as if propelled by its key, turning ninety degrees at the foot of its bed, then again at the opposite corner, and finally exiting its room and making its way to the kitchen.

Returning a couple of minutes later, it placed the two glasses on the bedside table and then stood up straight again, its unwavering thousand-mile stare refusing to let it look directly at its owners. It heard them pause to gulp the water, and AJ said, “Thanks, Jel.”

“Jelly Doll wants to please you,” it replied.

“Do a sexy dance for us,” she added, her tone laced with mischief.

“Jelly Doll is happy to serve.” It began to move its hips from side to side, its hands roaming over its body (which currently wore only bra and panties), stroking its porcelain flesh, groping its tits, reaching for its face and caressing its lips. Its eyes remained fixed on the middle distance.

As it gyrated, it heard Master and Miss continue to shift around on top of the duvet, kissing and touching, sighing and moaning. Finally he commanded, “Stop, doll.”

“Jelly Doll obeys.” Ceasing its provocative movements, it returned to its neutral position.

“Kneel down.”

“Jelly Doll wants to please you.”

It dropped to its knees, finding itself eye level with its lovers. They had both ditched most of their clothes since the last time it had clearly seen them - Richard wore only his shorts, while AJ was down to her panties. They were lying diagonally across the bed, their heads in the far right corner, him on top of her (naturally). Directly in its sightline, Jelly Doll could see his hand slid under her, on her lower back, and her legs wrapped around his waist as she rhythmically thrust her pelvis upwards, humping him with some plaintive little whimpers. In the corner of its eye, it could see her looking back at it, her mouth lustfully agape, as he hungrily kissed her neck.

“Ohhh... spread your legs w-wide,” AJ gasped.

“Jelly Doll obeys,” it responded, its field of vision inching a little lower as it complied.

“You wanna join in, huh?” she sniggered. “You wanna get up here and be part of this?”

“Jelly Doll is happy to serve.”

“All you gotta do is ask. Do you wanna come up here and f-fuck us, doll?”

Of course it did. And it was desperate to tell them so. But it couldn’t show that longing on its face, or in its voice, as it smiled serenely and repeated one of the only three sentences it could say - “Jelly Doll obeys.”

She gave a mocking laugh, which turned into a moan partway through as Richard caressed her tit. “C-c’mon, Jelly, use your words! Tell us what you want...”

It really tried. It wanted to beg to be fucked by them, to be slid in between them and used as their fleshlight, to have its face or cunt mercilessly penetrated while they kept making out. “Jelly Doll wants to please you,” it said primly instead.

“Fu-uck,” she giggle-whimpered, her legs wrapping tighter around Richard.

“Maybe we should at least let it touch itself,” he suggested, “just to give it something to do.” Without waiting for a response from Alyssa, he called over, “Jelly Doll, you can touch yourself, but don’t cum, obviously. We can’t have you freezing when we might still need you...”

“Jelly Doll is happy to serve,” it said gratefully, its hands moving off its thighs, one of them pushing its panties aside so the other could get to its eager slit. Its owners resumed making out and dry-humping with, if anything, even greater enthusiasm, giving it plenty to watch and enjoy while it jilled off. It was satisfying at first to be allowed to touch, but being denied the release it craved ultimately made it a frustrating experience, as it had to keep backing away from the brink. Even edging wasn’t permissible, as that risked triggering the freeze.

It didn’t even notice, but Richard and AJ stopped at some point while it was masturbating. One minute, it was watching her reach down the front of his shorts - and a haze of arousal later, her fingers were winding in its hair and tugging it firmly, yanking its head back. “Jelly Doll obeys,” it blurted, the rest of its body remaining in its knelt pose, continuing to fuck itself.

“Good toy,” came Master’s voice, a second before Miss pulled its hair again.

Immersed in ‘dollspace’, it couldn’t really feel any pain in its scalp, in the same way that it was numb to any attempt to tickle it. Instead it felt a wave of pleasure through its near-hollow head, as its mouth automatically responded with one of its pre-programmed phrases - “Jelly Doll is happy to serve.”

Snickering, she yanked its pullstrings again. “Jelly Doll wants to please you,” it cried out, the usual cheerful composure in its voice faltering as it barely kept itself from the edge.

A few seconds later, just as it had calmed itself down again - as much as it could while still relentlessly fingering itself - there was another firm pull. “Jelly Doll obeys.”

Pull. “Jelly Doll w-wants to please you.”

Pull. “Jelly Doll obeys.”

Pull. “Jelly Doll is ha-happy to s-serve.”

Pull. “Jelly Doll wants to p-please you-ooh...”

Pull. “Jelly Doll o-oh -”

It couldn’t stop itself any longer - the hair-pulling, the mantras and the masturbation pushed it up to the brink, and it turned into a still statue, right on the edge of orgasm, on its knees before its owners.

Letting go of its hair, AJ whipped her panties down and scrambled back onto the bed, while Richard remained standing, waiting patiently for it to unfreeze. As soon as it did, he told it to stop touching itself and stand up. “Jelly Doll obeys,” it said breathlessly.

“Colour check?”

“Lime,” it sighed.

“Alright, get up on the bed and lie flat on your back.”

“Jelly Doll is happy to serve,” it chirped, and carefully, deliberately sprawled across the duvet.

“Spread your legs,” he added.

“Jelly Doll obeys.”

“Eat my pussy,” AJ growled, straddling its head.

“Jelly Doll wants to please you,” it said eagerly, just before she lowered herself onto its waiting mouth. At the same moment, it felt Richard’s cock slip inside its available cunt.

“Ohhhh, yes,” she exclaimed as it sucked her clit, grabbing its hair again and using it as a handhold. “Thaaat’s it... Get right in there, you little fucktoy, eat my ripple... fu-u-uck...”

She gradually rode Jelly Doll’s face faster and harder, speeding up almost in sync with Richard as he ploughed into it. It’s quite proud that it managed to hold off freezegasming while it was being used, putting all its focus into pleasuring Miss with its lips and tongue.

“Dani, let AJ cum when she wants,” Richard grunted.

“Y-yes, Mast-uhh!” Danielle’s reply was choked off by Alyssa immediately seizing the rare opportunity and orgasming hard, right into Jelly Doll’s mouth, clinging onto its hair for dear life. It waited until it was sure she was finished before slipping its tongue out of her and succumbing to its own freezegasm, its cunt clenching around Master’s cock as he came too.

Afterwards, the three of them (or four, if you count Dani) lay in a sweaty, exhausted heap on the bed next to each other, deeply satisfied. “You good?” Richard asked Jelly Doll, giving it a fond pat on the waist.

“Jelly Doll is happy to serve,” it replied, and meant it.

***

Hefting the big pumpkin under its left arm, Jelly Doll stepped through the open front door and out onto the deck outside Richard and Alyssa’s apartment. He was already there, putting the finishing touches to our array of decorations.

“Almost done?” it asked.

“Just about,” he said, straightening up from where he’d put a skull on the edge of the deck’s top step. “Cut it fine this year. We were more organised last year - but we had a party to go to, so we had to crack on earlier.”

“Ah yeah, it’s seen photos. You made a hot vampire,” it said with a wink. “And AJ was a very sexy Britney.”

He smiled broadly at the memory. “Hell yes, she was. On that subject, do we really need to wear a different costume each year...?”

Chuckling, it went to set down the pumpkin - only to realise the skull was situated exactly where it was going to put it. It shot Richard a quizzical look. “Uh - it thought we were putting this down there?”

“We were,” he agreed, “but the one we got was so much bigger than we expected, it’ll just get in the way. We don’t need to get sued for tripping up trick-or-treaters.” He gestured past it. “Besides, I had a better idea.”

Turning, it saw a chair a little further along the deck. “What, we’re just putting it on a chair?” it frowned. “That doesn’t seem very, y’know, aesthetic.”

“It’ll look better than you think,” he grinned.

“Why, what are you gonna -”

“Jelly Doll, service mode,” he interrupted brusquely.

“Jelly Doll obeys,” it chanted, its face relaxing into a vacant smile.

“Have a seat.”

“Jelly Doll wants to please you.” It swivelled around and sat down in the chair, holding the pumpkin on its lap.

He stood over it, his face well above its line of sight - but it could visualise his wicked grin quite clearly, especially when it heard the gleeful tone in which he gave his next instruction. “Put the pumpkin on your head.”

“Jelly Doll is happy to serve.”

It lifted the large fruit above its head, its normally fixed eyes flicking up to watch what it was doing more carefully. The pumpkin wasn’t particularly heavy - we’d hollowed it out, after all, and cut out a traditional scary face - but it was a little awkward. It was almost relieved to lower it down, slotting its head through the wide hole in its base, which soon came to rest on its shoulders. It lowered its arms back to its sides, the gourd remaining balanced, fitting fairly well. It was kinda like a motorcycle helmet, but with triangular eye holes instead of a visor. And it also smelt strongly of pumpkin.

Fetching a black smock cape (the kind they use in a hair salon), Master wrapped it around Jelly Doll, tucking it in under the bottom of its unwieldy ‘mask’. “Comfy in there?” he asked, patting the top of the pumpkin.

“Jelly Doll wants to please you.”

“Colour check?”

“Lime.”

“Good. Although, shouldn’t that be pumpkin?” he chortled. “Is there a green kind of pumpkin?”

Even if it could speak freely, it didn’t know the answer to that. So instead it just said, “Jelly Doll obeys,” again.

“OK, you can freeze like that,” he continued, casually immobilising it completely and neutralising what remained of its mind. “And we’re just gonna leave you out here for a while, to complete the decorations. You’ll let us know if you need anything, of course - you can always unfreeze and come back inside if you get too tired or cold.”

It couldn’t and didn’t answer, but it wore a warm jumper and jeans under the cape, and wouldn’t get cold for a good while yet.

“Alright then, I’ll leave you to it. Happy Halloween, pumpkin!” And away he went, closing the front door behind him.

It doesn’t think any of the trick-or-treaters guessed that the pumpkin’s mount, concealed under a featureless dark sheet, was an actual person, sitting still and silent. It just knew that they appreciated the decoration just as much as the skull, the gigantic fake spider that dangled over the front door, the thick synthetic cobwebs that hung across the roof of the deck, and the inflatable ghost tree and the half-dozen plastic skeletons that stood on the lawn. It was very proud to be part of the spooky display!

***

“It thought we’d done all the presents?” Jelly Doll asked as Alyssa strolled towards it, a gift bag swinging from her hand. “Including the sexy one? You guys already spent so much, don’t tell it you got it even more...”

“First of all - just like you and Rich insisted on my birthday - we’re gonna treat you, because we love you,” AJ said firmly. “Secondly, it’s your thirtieth -”

“Don’t remind it,” it groaned, smiling ruefully.

“Which is a good reason to celebrate extra hard,” she continued, grinning back at it. “Thirdly, these weren’t even that much. They’re just a little extra thing we thought you might get a kick out of. And fourthly, the last present was fully from me and Richard, but this one was actually Danielle’s idea.”

Jelly Doll’s eyebrows jumped up. “Wow, really? She can have ideas?”

“Surprised the fuck outta me too,” AJ sniggered, holding out the bag. Jelly Doll took it, opening it to find two folded T-shirts inside - one light grey, the other black. Unravelling the grey shirt, it gasped as it recognised it.

“Oh gosh,” it murmured, blushing. “This - it’s -”

“Appropriate, huh?”

“Mm-hmm.”

So, a little backstory: at this point, we’d all been watching this hypnokinky Chaturbate streamer known as ‘ViolentlyCurly’, who has hypnotic trigger sound effects that get set off by tips from viewers. (Check her out, it’s premium content. She’s a great and entertaining human on top of being hot and hypnotised.) Her whole thing is being a hypnotised toy, to which, as you can imagine, this brainwashed fuckdoll can relate pretty strongly. She’s even produced merch - and one such item was in Jelly Doll’s hands at that very moment.

The shirt had a white cloud over the chest, inside which were the words ‘Just a toy’, in stylised yellowy-orange writing. Two smaller clouds floated above the big one, giving the appearance of a ‘thought bubble’, like you see in comic strips.

“Th-this is, yes,” it stammered, covering its mouth with one hand and chuckling softly. “Very yes. Good one, Dani, it likes it.”

“Thank you,” Dani giggled. “I’m so glad! I mean, I knew you would, because you are, y’know, just a toy...”

“Yes, thank you, Dani,” AJ interrupted, rolling her eyes and grinning. “I think it gets the underlying concept.” There was a pause, before she said to Jelly Doll, “She has no idea what that means.”

Laughing, it unfolded the other shirt - and snorted upon seeing the bright pink lettering across its chest, which spelt out the maxim ‘I do not think therefore I do not am’.

This garment was familiar as well. Richard had seen a picture of it in a hypnokinksters’ Discord server (yes, they have those, it turns out) and shown it to his partners/playthings. We all found it hilarious. So it supposes it was inevitable that it’d end up with one of these shirts at some point, because its lovers liked nothing more than to poke fun at it (and each other). Even Dani was getting in on the act, despite being designed to take insults with a smile and no retaliation. (It guessed that only applied to Richard - she had carte blanche to mess with AJ, and seemingly had no problem teasing Jelly Doll when given the opportunity!)

“Thank you, Dani, this was very thoughtful,” it chortled. “Ironically, since you don’t have many thoughts.”

“You’re welcome! And neither do you,” the slavegirl snickered. “That’s why I got you the sh-”

“Shut up, Captain Obvious!” AJ interrupted seamlessly, shaking her head and smiling as she despaired of her vapid alter-ego’s overexplaining.

“Hey, leave her alone,” Jelly Doll smiled. “It thinks she’s cute. You both are.”

It clutched the clothes to its chest, contemplating putting one on. Before it could decide which one, Richard strolled back into the bedroom. “You like the shirts?” he asked.

“Very much. Is the other thing ready yet?” it added hopefully.

“Yup,” he grinned. “Fully assembled. Wanna come see?”

With a little excited squeal, it leapt to its feet and darted out to the living room, skidding to a halt and feasting its eyes on the towering object across the room.

Richard and Alyssa had given it their ‘normal’ gifts that morning at its apartment, before we’d gone out hiking in Fryman Canyon Park for the day. We came back to their apartment in the evening, where they’d revealed their main kinky present. We’d discussed it in the past (and concluded that it’d be more convenient to keep it at their home rather than Jelly Doll’s), but it had thought they’d forgotten. It should’ve known better.

The corner of the living room, behind the TV and to the left, was now filled with a tall, wide wooden box, the outside of which was painted light brown. The interior walls and floor were lined with white padding, and the door on the front was clear plastic, dotted with several air holes.

A perfect display case for a living doll.

Richard and Alyssa caught up with Jelly Doll, finding it with a hand over its widely smiling mouth, its eyes glimmering with sheer joy. “Holy shit, this is amazing,” it whispered. “Thank you so much...”

“Aww, you’re welcome!” AJ replied, as it pulled both her and Richard into a hug.

“God,” it sighed, “if you’d told it a year ago how fucking happy it’d be to get a lifesize display case for its birthday, so it can stand in it and be a mannequin for hours on end, it’d never have believed you...”

“Oh, we know exactly what you mean,” its girlfriend chuckled, speaking for both her personas at once.

As the three-way hug dispersed, Richard ran a hand over Jelly Doll’s back, sending lovely tingles through it. “Me too,” he said, smiling adoringly at all two/three of his mind-controlled girlfriends. He didn’t need to tell us that he was the luckiest damn man in the world - he very clearly knew. (Also, he’d told us before, many times.)

“So?” AJ gestured at the box. “Wanna try it out?”

It shivered with delight. “Very much...” Then it turned to Richard with a sensual smile. “But it should wait for permission from its Master.”

“Good toy,” he said with a wink. “Obey and display.”

The trigger took hold, pulling it to attention. Its expression cleared, giving it a dazed, awestruck look. “Jelly Doll must obey and display,” it announced dreamily, and then turned and trotted over to the case.

Stepping inside, it turned to face forwards and adopted a simple pose, its feet shoulder-width apart, its arms held out at its sides, its palms facing forwards. It kept the same wide-eyed look of innocent surprise as it froze in place.

Its owners approached, standing outside and admiring it. “My God, it looks so cute,” Miss chuckled.

“Such a pretty doll,” Master agreed, reaching out and giving its tit a quick squeeze through its white fluffy sweater. “I’m gonna enjoy having it right there, where we can see it. Want to do the honours, Dani?”

“Oh, yes please, Master!” Without hesitation, Danielle took hold of the edge of the transparent door and swung it shut, closing it with a click.

Jelly Doll showed no external reaction, remaining perfectly static. Its mind was totally blank and vacant. But it felt a swell of euphoria throughout its frozen body, infatuated with its existence, thrilled to be spending its release date like this... utterly in love with being a toy on display.