Jelly Doll would like to say it felt like a proper adult now that it was thirty, but it’d be lying! Its story has now reached December - the end of its first year in a throuple, its first year being hypnotised, its first year as a poseable sex toy. The first year of the rest of its life.

Christmas was fast approaching, and the decorations went up in both our apartments very quickly. Jelly Doll started hanging tinsel and fairy lights around its home literally the morning after its birthday, while Alyssa had to be held back from putting them up on November 1. Richard had a more measured form of excitement for the holiday season, and considers it daft to start celebrating until December itself. (To be fair, Jelly Doll agrees, because it doesn’t want Christmas to overshadow its birthday.) He’d told Dani not to let AJ start decorating without permission, to which AJ gave him an adorably sulky pout.

Mind you, it’s sure she felt it was worth the wait. She certainly looked very enthusiastic, as she coiled golden tinsel around the Christmas tree that stood a little way behind the sofa in her and Richard’s apartment. She had a big toothy smile on her face, and her eyes were gleaming (although that could have been reflected from the fairy lights). She wore a Grinch onesie, which she apparently got from Walmart for less than twenty bucks, and absolutely treasures.

From time to time, she and Danielle would discuss how best to arrange the adornments. Jelly Doll was used to hearing them talk to each other by now, their voice shifting tones seamlessly as each persona took their turn speaking (sometimes even interrupting each other). While in public they would think their conversations, but at home they took full advantage of being able to talk to each other aloud. It was a little jarring - and quite funny - when one of them would think something and the other would speak their response, or when they started a mental conversation and continued it verbally.

Not that Jelly Doll was able to find such things jarring or funny at that moment. You might have been wondering what it was doing while AJ and Dani were attending to the tree - what decorations it was putting up. Well, it wasn’t. After all, how could it decorate when it was a decoration itself?

It was standing naked in the living room (close enough to the heater that it wasn’t in much danger of getting cold), frozen and mindless, its face blissfully expressionless. It remained perfectly unresponsive as ever as it was wreathed in festive accessories, incapable of feeling the tinsel tickle its porcelain skin as AJ wrapped the long strand around its torso and threaded it between its tits.

Its arms were raised and contorted around itself so more seasonal knick-knacks could be hung from them, its empty eyes fixed on a blue fairy light that rested in the palm of its left hand, watching it pulse on and off as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. The cable to which the coloured lights were attached wrapped around its hand, hooked between its thumb and forefinger, and along its arm and back around the rest of its body. Somewhere along its length it weaved between Jelly Doll’s legs, gently flossing its cunt lips, and then went straight up its back all the way to its shoulder, around which it had been tied. Some of the cord sat loosely on top of the toy’s head, red and green lights draping over its forehead and down its face, glowing softly in its peripheral vision.

The fairy lights had been added first, after which AJ had wrapped the tinsel around the human-shaped Christmas tree, over the top of them. She was also adding little baubles, hanging them from its fingers. “Wow, they’re soo pretty,” Danielle murmured as she slid one of the crystal spheres into place, its thin string resting against the middle joint of Jelly Doll’s index finger.

“I know, right,” Alyssa replied playfully. Jelly Doll was still staring at the fairy light, but it could practically hear her naughty grin. “Be nice to just stare at one of ’em for a while, right? Get lost in it, let it take all our thoughts away...” She let out a heavy sigh.

“Mn - no but, but Alyssa, we’re not finished,” Dani protested weakly. “We’ve gotta - we’ve got more decorations to -”

“Laaater,” AJ coaxed, her voice sounding heavy and lethargic. “We’ve earned a break, Dani... C’mon, stare with me... Just look at the bauble... Look at how it sparkles, how it reflects all the lights, all the colours...”

Dani let out a soft mumbling grunt, which was the last thing Jelly Doll heard either of them say for quite a while. How long, it couldn’t say, of course, as it had no concept of time. Eventually though, Richard found them gazing at the glittering orbs. With a chuckle, he snapped his fingers in their face, bringing them both to their senses.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing something?” he snickered.

“Sorry, Master,” Danielle giggled, sounding very flustered.

“I’m not,” AJ snarked.

A few more seconds of silence were followed by another snap, and more laughter from our Master. “Did you seriously just put yourself straight back under again?” he hooted.

“Well I know how much you enjoy putting me under, and I don’t wanna give you the satisfaction,” she replied wickedly. “I’ll just do it myself from now on. You can’t hypnotise me if I’m already hypnotised, punk!” And with that, she entranced herself once more.

Richard woke her again, mock-chided her, and went outside to put up decorations on the front porch. He returned to check on us periodically, and found them hypnotised again every single time, gazing at one of the baubles or fairy lights that adorned Jelly Doll, drooling on their prized onesie. At least AJ did decorate it a little more between trances, bringing the Christmas tree closer and closer to completion. Among the new additions was a pair of tin Christmas bells that hung from Jelly Doll’s neck, dangling down its back (presumably so as not to obscure its boobs).

The last time he found them pondering the orb, he whispered something to them that Jelly Doll wouldn’t have heard even if it could listen just then. (It knows it often writes as if it’s aware of what’s being said around it while it’s frozen, but the truth is it could still only register what was being said directly to it. Everything else passed right over its hollow head, and it would awaken oblivious to anything Richard, AJ and Dani might have discussed or done. It would recall what was said later on, though, usually within a few hours.)

“God, it’s so beautiful,” Master mumbled, reaching out with one hand to play with Jelly Doll’s nipple, and wrapping his other arm around the still-mindless AJ/Dani, giving them a squeeze. “Best Christmas tree ever.”

He snapped his fingers at them again. “Whrlurgh,” Alyssa gurgled, sounding like her mouth was positively brimful of saliva.

“Now that you’ve finally got our tree ready,” he tittered, “it’s time for the finishing touch. And as this is Danielle’s first Christmas with us, I think she should do the honours...”

“Oh, thank you, Master,” Dani simpered giddily. Then, after a pause, she asked more meekly, “What do I do?”

He laughed fondly. “Go over to the shelf over there, that’s where I left it. Bring it over here.”

“Yes, Master.”

As her footsteps thudded away to the other side of the room, Master’s hand moved into Jelly Doll’s sightline, taking hold of its chin and spreading over its lower face, and repositioned its head so it was staring directly ahead of itself. It could now see him in the near distance, dressed up in a full Santa outfit (although he made for a pretty skinny Santa, it must admit).

Danielle scurried back, brandishing a little cone-shaped object in one hand. As she held it up, an excited grin on her face, Jelly Doll caught sight of the object, and some tiny part of her vacant brain recognised it as a Christmas angel tree-topper, which Richard and AJ had bought the first year they moved in together. Its head and hands were made of pale pink cotton wool, while its dress, with its wide conical skirts designed to sit on the pointed peak of a Christmas tree, was a significantly darker pink.

Dani raised it above the living ornament and lowered it reverently, like she was performing a coronation. Once the angel had come to rest on Jelly Doll’s head, she and AJ had a few seconds to admire the result of their work, before their eyes clouded over, their face emptied of all expression, and they stumbled away, mindlessly plodding past the tree-toy in the direction of the bedroom.

Jelly Doll was left gazing blankly, still and stiff, dressed in Christmassy garlands, proudly displayed as the centrepiece of the apartment’s festive ensemble.

Time passed. How much time, it couldn’t say. It couldn’t say anything, of course, or move at all, other than to breathe slowly and to blink from time to time. Other than that, it remained perfectly, serenely static. It was vaguely aware, on the very edges of its diminished consciousness, of movement and speech nearby, but it couldn’t pay attention even if it wanted to - which it didn’t. It wanted nothing more than to stay like this.

At some point, its owners moved into view a little way in front of it, and stepped back so they were positioned on either side of it. It could only really see them as blurs in its peripheral vision, a red smudge on its right and a green one on the left. Richard extended a scarlet-sleeved arm, holding out his phone in front of Jelly Doll, and took a picture of all of us together. Then he and AJ each took a picture of the other standing with the tree-toy, in their respective costumes.

Finally, minutes or days later, it felt a finger gently slip into its navel and unfreeze it at the push of a button. As the gears in its brain slowly started to turn again, it inhaled sharply, blinked away the fog of blankness, and stretched its arms, being careful not to dislodge any of its decorations. The baubles dangling from its fingers clinked against each other, while the bells on its back rang quietly as it moved.

“It jingles,” it giggled feebly. “Jingly Jelly Doll...” (Yes, it can sound and act a little silly in the first couple of minutes after a long freeze.)

“It certainly does,” Richard chuckled, wrapping an arm around its waist. Whimpering a little, it nuzzled against him, making more jingling sounds as it did. “Hiya,” he said affectionately. “You good?”

“Yes, Master,” it mumbled, smiling broadly.

“I hope you’ve had a lovely month. Thank you for being our Christmas tree - you’ve really brightened up the room these past few weeks!”

It stood up straight again and stared at him, eyes wide with awe. Had he really done what he’d ‘threatened’ to do? “Y-you mean, its - is today -”

“Christmas Eve,” he nodded, grinning wickedly.

(Spoiler alert: yeah, no, it fucking wasn’t. It was December 1, the same day we’d started decorating. But Jelly Doll was none the wiser, utterly unable to process the passage of time, with nothing to go on but its owners’ words. As far as it was concerned, 23 days had indeed passed since AJ and Dani had finished decorating it. Thoughts of the work it would’ve missed in the intervening weeks - not to mention the food and water it hadn’t received - never once crossed its mind, in contrast to the first ‘time-prank’ where it got a little freaked out and safeworded. Its brain had gotten better at accepting the scenario and ignoring any contradictory evidence in the months since then.)

“Whooa.” Jelly Doll blushed. “It was really... You made it stay like that for... Fuck. That’s amazing.”

“I know, right?” He gave its butt a fond pat. “But as much as we were enjoying the sight of you, we had to unfreeze you in time for Christmas Day. Wouldn’t want you to miss it!”

“Well, it’s very grateful, Master,” it snickered.

It began to trot over to the couch, more than ready to sit down after allegedly being frozen for a month. The tinsel swished around it as it moved, its bells ringing with each step. “It might leave these on for a while,” it laughed, idly running a finger down the cord of fairy lights, flicking them with its fingertip.

“You definitely should,” AJ called out as she re-entered the room, carrying a glass of water which she kindly set down on the coffee table, clearly meant for Jelly Doll. “Prettiest tree I ever did see!”

It beamed. “Thank you, Miss! And it likes how you’re dressed, yourself. Or should it say, yours-elf?”

She groaned loudly. “Not the bad puns. Please, not the bad puns!”

“C’mon, AJ, a bit of wordplay is good for yer ’elf,” Richard said as he sauntered past her.

“I will fight you.” She put her hands on her hips, which looked more cute than threatening in her outfit. As it expects you’ve somewhat guessed at this point, she was wearing a green dress with red trim around the hem of the skirt, stripy red and white tights, and a red and green hat with a long point on top that curled over, adorned with little bells. The elfin look was completed by two dark green shoes, similarly bedecked with bells, with toes that curled upwards. It also expects you’ve guessed she didn’t exactly put this costume on of her own accord - Dani had been triggered to go and change once she’d crowned Jelly Doll with the angel.

Richard smirked, sitting down next to Jelly Doll as it took a quick gulp of its drink. “Well, why don’t we get Danielle’s opinion?” it suggested. “Maybe she likes puns...”

“Call me ‘Danielf’,” she quipped, to uproarious laughter from us.

Sighing long-sufferingly, Alyssa sank to her knees in Dani’s usual spot in front of the couch. “It’s bad enough that I’ve got no self-control, but on top of that I get tortured with this?!”

“Don’t you mean, you’ve got no elf control?” it giggled.

She stuck out her tongue at it. “Go elf yourself.”

It was trying to think of another groan-worthy pun when Master cut through its line of thoughts with, “Jelly Doll - service mode.”

“Jelly Doll obeys,” it intoned, sitting perfectly still and staring glassily ahead.

He got to his feet and began to walk away, pausing only to pat AJ on the head and play with the bell on top of her hat. “Doll, Dani, come with me.”

“Yes, Master,” Dani blurted, hopping to her feet and trotting after him.

“Jelly Doll is happy to serve,” it said at the same time, standing up and following them both, accompanied by a chorus of clanging and jingling.

Once we reached the bedroom, Master proceeded to cross ‘have sex with an elf and a Christmas tree’ off his bucket list. As still as the toy-tree stayed, particularly in the throes of its freezegasm, a few of its decorations came loose. We had to spend a couple of minutes afterwards searching the bedclothes for loose baubles!

***

The long winter nights flew by. Jelly Doll spent a few more of them as a pretty festive ornament, which it’s sure you won’t be surprised to hear. All too soon we reached the real Christmas Eve, during which AJ’s parents came to visit us, and then Christmas Day, which we spent together, just the four of us. (Yes, it’s counting Danielf, because she was around almost constantly these days.) We spent it day-drinking, watching TV (because for Master, the Doctor Who special was non-negotiable), and playing cards and video games (Jelly Doll kicked everyone’s ass at Mario Kart). Then we went out for dinner at the nice restaurant we went to for Alyssa’s birthday.

And of course, we exchanged gifts. We did the nice, wholesome ones in the morning - it slept over at their apartment the night before, all of us snuggled up together in our warmest pyjamas, and got up at 9 AM (the earliest it’d seen Richard awake all year) for the ceremonial unwrapping. We handed over kinky presents in the evening. These had been stored in Jelly Doll’s display case, which Richard had covered with a tarp while AJ’s folks were there. They seemed curious, but didn’t pry. It gets the feeling they suspect something a little perverse, but are being mercifully non-intrusive. ‘What you get up to in your private life is none of our business’, kinda thing. Thank God. Not a lot of parents are like that, including Jelly Doll’s.

Speaking of whom, we were going to see them in New York on the 28th, which left the 27th free for packing. And that left the 26th to relax and enjoy our gifts. It’s sure AJ and Dani will tell you all about theirs at some point, and probably Richard’s too. As for Jelly Doll - well, it seemed appropriate to spend Boxing Day (or some of it, anyway) in a literal box. And now there was an extra accessory that would keep it in place for as long as necessary.

It could have just gone straight to the case, got inside, and frozen itself with its belly button trigger. But it liked it better when it was sent in there, naturally. So after stripping nude and wrapping tinsel around itself like a feather boa, it approached its Master demurely, its hands behind its back, with an obsequious but beseeching expression on its face. Looking up from his new book (The Lie Maker, by Linwood Barclay), he gazed at Jelly Doll and smirked, quickly deducing what it wanted before it even had a chance to tell him. He reached out from his seated position in the armchair and squeezed its thigh, and then said the words it was hoping to hear: “Obey and display.”

“Jelly Doll must obey and display.”

With the relentless purpose of a mindless plaything, it marched across the living room and climbed inside its display case, stepping behind its doll stand, its feet shoulder-width apart. Running on automatic, it looked down at the tall steel bar, eyes fixing on the small, unobtrusive lever on the front, which it pushed down firmly. As it did so, the dildo mounted on top of the bar sank downwards, until it was low enough for Jelly Doll to step forwards (still holding down the lever) and settle itself over it. The tip of the dildo rubbed pleasantly against its lips - and then slid between them, as it released the lever and the spring inside the bar uncoiled, propelling the thick shaft upwards inside Jelly Doll.

Nicely impaled by the one bar prison, the living sex toy adopted a glamorous pose, clutching at the tinsel that encircled its torso, a sultry pout on its face. And it stayed like that, on display in its box, held in position, frozen and fully fucked - both mentally and physically.

Best Christmas ever.