Blinking slowly, Jelly Doll carefully scanned the room outside its display case, leaning forwards a little as it did so. The coast seemed to be clear. Master was working on his laptop, his fast-moving fingers clattering loudly on the keys. Alyssa was in the bedroom getting changed. She’d be back any minute, so the time to move was now.

Tentatively placing both palms on its case’s plastic lid, it pushed gently. The door opened with a click, making Jelly Doll wince and glance in Richard’s direction. He continued typing, appearing not to have heard. Exhaling quietly, it slowly kept pushing until the opening was wide enough for it to exit, its bare feet landing silently on the carpet. It took a tiny step to its right, and then another, keeping its eyes on him, being as careful as it could to make no noise, and to move as slowly and as little as possible, lest its movements be seen in his peripheral vision.

It was doing well so far. It took a third sideways step...

Richard suddenly half-turned in his swivel chair, glancing over his shoulder at Jelly Doll. Instantly, it felt itself lock in place, its mind going wonderfully vacant once more. Taken by surprise, it was stuck with its eyes and mouth wide, its arms half-raised before it, its hands hovering in mid-air before its torso, palms facing down. One of its feet was planted just slightly before the other.

He stared at it for a few seconds, which felt like an eternity of empty-headed euphoria. Then, with a nonchalant shrug, he turned back to his work.

At once it regained consciousness and mobility, suppressing a sigh of relief. That had been a close one.

It was a quiet afternoon with all of us at home. Richard had a script to write, and AJ had decided to do a little cleaning. They’d suggested Jelly Doll could be on display for them as they worked, but it was in a bratty mood and refused. So, obviously, Master had made it get in the box anyway, using its ‘obey and display’ trigger. Then AJ/Dani (it’s not sure which, and it might have been both of them) had stripped it nude.

It was only when they’d both turned away, and gone about their business, that it suddenly found itself unfrozen again.

It didn’t dare question its good fortune, opting to take advantage of the opportunity to sneak away. Where to, it hadn’t decided - it was vaguely aiming for the kitchen or the bathroom, although doing so was risky since AJ could emerge from the bedroom and catch it at any moment. It had briefly thought the game was up when Richard saw it, but thankfully he didn’t seem to have noticed that it was no longer where he’d left it.

Jelly Doll didn’t question how implausible that was. Or why it was feeling so rebellious all of a sudden. Or why it was able to move and think when it was out of its owners’ sight, only to be paralysed once more the second it was seen again.

All it could think about was sneaking away, hiding from its Master and Miss, depriving them of the sight of its naked body just this once...

Bit by bit, it shuffled backwards, scrutinising the back of Richard’s head from afar as it neared the open doorway out of the living room, into the corridor that led to the rest of their apartment. Satisfied that it was enough of a distance away from him, it slowly turned away, watching him until the last second. Finally it looked away, bringing its head to face the same direction as the rest of its body.

And saw AJ standing a few feet away, wearing her maid’s outfit and a broad smirk.

“Wow, it got pretty far,” she remarked, studying the abruptly re-frozen Jelly Doll’s new pose with amusement. It had one arm raised before its chest, half-outstretched, while its other hand hovered near its hip. Its face hadn’t had time to react with as much surprise as when Richard saw it - its eyes weren’t quite as wide, and its lips remained pressed together.

“I caught it once,” came Richard’s voice from behind it. “Let it carry on though. It was only just out of the case at the time - I didn’t want to end our game so quickly...”

“Good call,” she giggled, booping its nose and playing with its nipple. “God, it’s so cute... It doesn’t brat all that much - we should make it more often!”

“Why, so you can gang up on me?” he chuckled.

“Yeah,” she replied matter-of-factly. “I mean, each of us need all the help we can get, since you can basically do anything to us. Get Dumbo Dani to hijack my body. Turn Jel into a Doctor Who monster...”

“Never been so attracted to a Weeping Angel in my life, I must admit.”

“Me either. Ooh, it’d look great with wings actually... That could be its Halloween costume this year! I know it’s literally half a year away, but we should make a note of it.”

She pulled a traditional maid’s feather duster out of her apron pocket. “Alright, I may as well get started now.” And she began to dust Jelly Doll, brushing over its tits and then up its chin and onto its face.

It was so utterly, perfectly inanimate that the duster didn’t affect it at all. It wasn’t ticklish in dollspace, nor did it feel any urge to sneeze as the feathers ran over its nose. AJ avoided its barely-blinking eyes, not wanting to risk injuring them - for which it would’ve been grateful if it had been conscious. Then she lowered its left arm to its side, bringing its shoulders level so she could dust them, followed by its upper arms, its tits again, and finally its belly, snickering all the while at the sight of her frozen girlfriend. Finally stowing the duster in her apron again, she strolled past Jelly Doll, pausing long enough to give one of its ass cheeks a quick, firm squeeze.

A few moments later, its inertia lifted once more. Blinking away the blankness, it took a quick look over its shoulder. Richard was still typing away. Alyssa had opened the closet in the corner and was trying to drag out the vacuum cleaner, the doily on her headband fluttering as she grappled with the appliance.

Jelly Doll faced forwards again. The doorway out of the living room was only a few steps ahead. Now was its chance!

Abandoning subtlety, it darted through and closed the door behind it. Grinning triumphantly, it entered the bathroom.

And came face-to-face (literally) with the wall mirror, the sight of its own reflection turning it back into a motionless statue - this time with no hope of escape, since it was its own unwavering stare pinning it in place. It was left standing there, trapped but totally tranquil, untroubled by the sounds of a vacuum cleaner in the distance as it gazed at its own stupefied, vaguely wistful expression in the glass.

Eventually, there was movement in its peripheral vision. Arms began to slide around it, and the familiar voice of its Master sniggered into its ear: “Hope you had fun admiring yourself, Narcissus. I think it’s time to pop you somewhere else now, though...”

Holding it as he usually did - from behind, with one arm around its torso, and the other between its legs - he raised it a few inches off the floor and carried it out of the bathroom, back through the apartment. Its vision was a blur, its fixed eyes helplessly passing over everything directly in front of them - which was mostly the walls of the corridor and the living room. Even though it had been taken away from the sight of itself, and it was no longer being kept frozen by its own gaze, it was vaguely aware that Richard could see it as he bore it aloft in his arms, and so it remained static.

Approaching the couch, he turned and sank back onto it, taking Jelly Doll down with him. It ended up perched in his lap, his chest against its back, his breath on the back of its neck and shoulder. The hand between its legs slid out and came to rest on its thigh, pulling its legs apart, while his other hand remained planted on its ribs, his thumb gently brushing its underboob.

“Danielle,” he called out, his voice loud near to the living toy’s ear. “Come and stand here for me.” He pointed ahead, towards the opposite end of the couch, his hand hovering in Jelly Doll’s peripheral vision for a moment.

“Yes, Master,” came the docile reply.

Moments later Alyssa stepped into the path of Jelly’s distant stare, looking cute as all hell in her maid outfit, with her hands on her hips and a crooked grin on her face. (That pose, and that expression, was what made it obvious that it was Alyssa who stood before them at that moment, although Dani had control of their legs.) “What d’you want?” she snarked.

“I just thought you deserved a reward,” he replied, “after all your hard work cleaning this place...”

She shrugged. “Well it’s not like I scrubbed the floors or anything. It was like, half an hour’s work, give or take. And Dani did most of it. But hey, if there’s a reward going, I’ll take it!” She arched an eyebrow. “Not that I expect any ‘reward’ from you to actually be rewarding, in any way, shape or form...”

“Now whyever would you doubt my intentions?” he asked, in a tone of such obviously faked innocence that it almost penetrated Jelly Doll’s mindless obliviousness. (It should reiterate that at the time, it wasn’t aware of anything they said while it was frozen - as usual, all this banter passed far above its hollow head.)

“Because you’ve given me reason to doubt your intentions, like, ten thousand times,” she snickered.

“True enough,” he admitted, brushing Jelly Doll’s hair off its shoulder. “But I think you might like this one. Y’see, Jelly’s been a few different kinds of doll for us. It’s been a sex doll, a mannequin on display, a wooden puppet... But I don’t think it’s ever been a voodoo doll before.”

AJ’s eyes widened. “Oh no,” she giggled nervously, “I think I see where this is going...”

“But it is now,” he continued as if she hadn’t spoken, tracing his fingertips along his paralysed plaything’s jawline. AJ squirmed in response, blushing and batting at the edge of her own face with the back of her hand. “That’s right,” he chuckled triumphantly. “You can feel that, can’t you? You know it’s a voodoo doll now, connected to you through my mental magic...”

“Fantastic,” she sighed, trying to shield her jawline by burying it in her shoulder - which, of course, had no effect.

His hand drifted down, a fingertip trailing down its neck and chest. AJ shuddered, shifting her weight from one foot to another as she watched, clearly unable to turn or walk away with Dani keeping them both in place. Her arms swung beside her, hands clenching and unclenching as she endured the phantom sensations.

“This is not a reward,” she complained, as he began playing with its nipples, his other hand sliding up to join the fun. “You dick... You’re just working me up, it’s not like I can... I can’t even, even touch...”

“No, you can’t, can you?” he said in mock realisation, as if it hadn’t occurred to him. “Because good maids don’t touch themselves, do they?”

Alyssa folded her arms across her sensitive chest and made some mutinous incoherent noises in response, before her scowl transformed into a beaming smile and her arms fell limply to her sides again. “Don’t listen to her, Master,” Danielle gasped. “This is such a good reward... We love it when you touch us, and tease us...”

“Hey,” AJ blurted, “speak for yourself!”

Richard laughed, enjoying watching his girlfriend’s personas bicker. “I knew you were having fun, AJ. Good thing I’ve got an inside man to tell me all your secrets, eh?”

“Is that me?” Dani asked guilelessly.

“Yes, you dummy,” Alyssa said through gritted teeth, breathing hard and clawing at her skirt as he lowered his hands to stroke and squeeze Jelly Doll’s thighs. “Guh, fuck...”

“Feeling a little worked up, love?” our Master asked in a mockingly high-pitched voice.

“Hngh - shuddup. No, I’m nn-not.” She made an effort to look composed, crossing her arms again and straightening her posture. “I’m fine, this is fine. It’s fine.”

“Really? Not horny at all, all of a sudden? Even after all those noises, and all that squirming...?”

“Nope. Not at all. I’m good.” Her jaw was set, and she seemed to be trying to look off defiantly into the distance - but she couldn’t look away from Jelly Voodoo Doll for more than a split second before being pulled back to watch him caress its thighs. “Not even turned on.”

“Hmm. I’m not sure I believe you,” he tittered. Then he took hold of Jelly’s wrists, lifting its arms - which had been hovering above its lap this whole time, bent at the elbows - and pulling them out to its sides. AJ glowered as her own arms unfolded and stretched out. “Easy way to check, though...”

He lowered its arms towards its hips. AJ’s copied perfectly, her hands approaching her skirt. “What are you doing?” she grumbled, as he reshaped its hands and moved them into different positions, opening and closing them, her own fingers shifting in imitation, brushing through the billowing folds of her maidservant costume.

“I’m trying to get you to grab the edge of your dress,” he laughed, “but it’s not going very well!”

“Ha ha. Fail. Dumb hypnotist.” She stuck her tongue out.

“Hey, it’s hard to puppeteer your hands with voodoo, it turns out. But it’s OK, because now you know that’s what I’m trying to do, your hands will co-operate, even if you don’t want them to...”

He was quickly proven right - the next time he clasped Jelly Doll’s fingers together into pincer-like shapes, her hands closed around the hem, grasping it tightly. He raised its arms, and hers followed along, raising the front of her skirt to reveal her glistening slit.

“Ah, there we are,” he said triumphantly. “Still claiming you’re not turned on, huh, AJ? Still trying to brat, and pretend you’re not my horny plaything, to tease and toy with however I want?”

She looked absolutely thunderstruck, her eyes wide and her cheeks bright red, forced to stand there and present her pussy for her Master. A tiny indignant squeak escaped her throat.

Leaving Jelly’s hands hovering in mid-air, holding AJ’s arms aloft as they in turn held up her skirt, Richard reached between the voodoo doll’s legs. “Ohhhh, fuck,” she whimpered, her hips jerking compulsively in response to his light caresses.

“I’m feeling charitable today,” he commented offhandedly, as if he was discussing the weather. “Since this is supposed to be a reward, you can have an orgasm, when you’re ready.” His voice lowered, turning dark and mischievous. “In fact, I want you to. I want to watch you stand there and cum, showing it off to me, like the hot little sex slave you are...”

“Gnnnfuck,” AJ spluttered, humping the insubstantial hand stroking her clit, her bare, juicy pussy thrusting back and forth. “Uhmygod, ohmygod, uhmygod, uh uhh, hahh, ahh...”

She really was quite a sight, her prim and proper(ish) maid’s uniform contrasting strongly with her lewd expression and her flustered demeanour. Her once-immaculate dress was looking increasingly dishevelled - or maybe that was just her, getting more and more overwhelmed. Her hair was sticking to her sweaty forehead, and droplets of drool were falling from her gaping mouth. Still she remained pinned in place, unable to step away, unable to pull her gaze from the voodoo doll and the magical mesmerist manipulating it, unable to let go of her skirt and preserve her modesty... She had no choice but to stand there, rocking back and forth on her gleaming black heels, displaying herself for her hypnotic boyfriend’s entertainment.

“How close are you now, Dani?” Richard asked, his tone so casual once again. He sounded almost disinterested.

“W-we’re close, Ma-aaster!” Danielle cried.

So was Jelly Doll. It couldn’t think, but it felt every single touch, every stroke and caress. It had been getting more and more turned on all along, as it was used as a voodoo doll, oblivious to its own arousal. It lacked the mind, the consciousness, to understand what Richard was doing to it, and what the outcome would be. It was going to cum any minute, and it didn’t and couldn’t care - it was merely a prop, a proxy pussy, with which to give AJ and Dani an orgasm. Its own pleasure was completely incidental.

It couldn’t say with any certainty, even looking back now as it writes these words, whether it came before or after they did. If it came first, Richard kept going until Alyssa and Danielle reached their own, long-awaited release, their legs buckling but not quite giving way as they screamed in ecstasy. They had been denied for almost two weeks at this point. This had become normality for them, to the point where they were used to being pent-up for long stretches, neither expecting nor asking to cum, content to wait on Master’s merciful whims - even Alyssa, for all her brattiness.

And if they came first, he made sure to continue and give Jelly Doll its freezegasm, his deft fingers probing its - their - our pussy. The only outward signs that it had gone over the edge were the catches in its heavy breathing, and the juices soaking Master’s hand.

Once he was sure all parties had been satisfied, Richard lifted his hand to Jelly’s mouth, slipping his drenched digits inside as he murmured, “Suck, doll.” Its lips and tongue obediently sprang to life, cleaning itself off him. AJ and Dani’s whimpers were simultaneously stifled, and they too began sucking and slurping, making ‘mmm’ sounds as they fellated the phantom fingers in their own mouth.

“I don’t know if you’re tired of hearing this,” he laughed, “but I fucking love all three of you so damn much. That was awesome.”

If it had a mind, and it wasn’t licking his fingers, it would’ve returned the sentiment very, very strongly. As it was, when AJ (or Dani) said a muffled, “Love you too,” around the incorporeal fingers between her lips, it can quite happily say she was speaking on its behalf too.

Easing his fingers out of its mouth with a squelch, he wiped them on its tit, which he kept hold of - just as a matter-of-fact gesture of ownership. Burying his face in its neck, he quietly said into its ear, “Unfreeze.”

With a sigh, it melted into his arms, turning its head towards his shining blue eyes and his adoring grin. “Hey,” it murmured dreamily.

“Hi, angel,” he chuckled. It blushed and averted its eyes. “You good?”

“Mm-hmm!”

It half-lay there for a few long, tranquil seconds, leaning on Richard’s shoulder as he cradled it in his arms, staring at nothing in particular. Even with its mind restored, it was still struggling to think clearly after such a long freeze.

“Did you enjoy being a Weeping Angel?”

“Uh huh. That was so silly,” it giggled. “It’s assuming that trigger’s worn off now?”

“Seems to have. I’m looking right at you and you’re still moving,” he remarked with a smile. “AJ suggested we dress you up as one.”

It snorted. “That - yeah, that’s a fun idea!”

“All my ideas are fun,” AJ interjected, grinning. With Jelly Doll unfrozen, she seemed not to be affected by the voodoo doll suggestion any more, her arms no longer holding up the front of her dress - but Dani was dutifully keeping them standing at the end of the coach.

“We could do it for Halloween, or some other costume party, or even a convention of some kind,” Richard mused. “Or just, next time we give you the trigger. Stick some big old wings on your back, cover you from head to toe in grey body paint...” He gave its tit a playful squeeze. “What d’you think?”

It bit its lip, gazing into his eyes. “Sounds good,” it mumbled.

“You like the sound of that?”

“Whatever you want, Master,” it whispered, and leaned in for a kiss.

It must admit, it was very attracted to the thought of its flesh being painted to resemble stone - to outwardly become the statue it was. But right then, immersed in its post-freezegasm haze, it couldn’t really think much about its own wishes. All it wanted was to obey its Master.

His hand was still groping its boob. It could feel his hard-on against its lower back. It planted its feet on the couch cushion below and started to raise itself upwards, still tenderly making out with him, settling into place above the bulge in his shorts...

“Uh, still here,” Alyssa reminded us, her hands on her hips. “You just gonna make me watch?”

We broke the kiss, smirking in her direction. “Maybe,” Richard sniggered. “I know how much you enjoy that...”

She looked down at her feet, trying not to let him see her blushing furiously for about the sixtieth time that afternoon. It was true - he’d cuckolded her so many times in the year since they’d started dating Jelly Doll, trapping her at a distance and making her watch as he and it made love without her, that she’d developed quite the voyeuristic side. The same could be said of Jelly Doll, of course, being stashed away in the closet while its owners had noisy sex within earshot.

“What d’you think, doll? Should we let AJ and Dani join the fun, or leave them where they are, as our captive audience...?” He chortled as she let out a needy whimper in response.

Jelly chewed its lip for a moment, considering. As much as it enjoyed messing with AJ when it got the chance (which wasn’t often), it did miss their touch...

“They’ve been stuck there long enough,” it decided. “Let them come and join in, Master, please.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Well, they’re not going to come again, let’s be clear about that - but they can certainly join in.” It laughed. AJ grumbled.

As he fumbled beneath it to pull down his shorts, throwing them on the floor, the living toy smiled over at its dual-personality partner. “Danielle, Master needs your mouth. So does Jelly Doll.” It pointed between its legs. “Get over here.”

“Yes, doll,” Dani giggled, and tottered forwards on her heels.

As she approached, Richard lay back on the couch and slid further beneath Jelly Doll, who obligingly lifted itself up to let him between its legs. When he came to rest, it settled back down into place, straddling his waist, his erection standing like a flagpole an inch in front of its pussy.

Dani sank to her knees on the carpet and clambered halfway onto the couch, putting herself at a strange angle in order to get her head in the right position - she was practically lying on her right side. It can’t have been very comfortable for her, but she didn’t seem to care as she devotedly began to run her tongue along Master’s cock. He groaned and bucked gently beneath Jelly Doll, his hips bumping against the back of its legs.

Moving further in, Danielle started on Jelly’s cunt, licking her labia and sucking her clit, barely seeming to notice his dick lying against her face (there wasn’t really anywhere else for it to go). She switched her attention back and forth between her Master’s knob and her toy’s slit, making the former even harder and the latter even wetter. As it gasped and writhed, thrusting its crotch into their face and relishing in the feeling of their tongue (and his dick, nestled between them), it glanced down into their eyes more than once, and was met each time either by Dani’s doe-eyed gaze or AJ’s sultry stare. The slave persona may have been in the driving seat, but their bratty self was clearly enjoying the ride.

Master’s hands gripped Jelly Doll’s ass cheeks, lifting it up and onto his cock, slotting it on smoothly like the easy fleshlight it was. It bounced up and down with fervor, mewling and moaning as it slid along his length, his hands on its hips. Unable to keep up their ministrations now that Jelly’s cunt was moving so rapidly on Richard’s dick, AJ and Dani instead made out with its inner thigh.

Naturally, it wasn’t long before its body locked in place once more, in the throes of a fierce freezegasm, its head thrown back and its mouth open wide in a silent scream of pleasure. Although it was balanced rather precariously, his hands held it in place - as did his cock, spasming and spurting as he climaxed inside it. Danielle and Alyssa never stopped kissing and nibbling its leg as it came, leaving a tapestry of vivid hickeys in their wake.

At last it finished and unfroze, sinking down onto the couch, and he embraced it tenderly. The half-naked Richard and the fully-nude Jelly Doll lay there for a while, sweaty, sticky and sleepy, while AJ/Dani, still fully dressed in their maid outfit but looking seriously bedraggled, went to get us all glasses of water. Once they’d done so, they knelt in their usual spot and leaned against the couch, and Master gave them some idle headpats, running their thick auburn hair through his fingers and listening to their contented purring, as he remained prone with Jelly Doll in his arms.

All pretty much a normal afternoon, then.

***

We’re nearly at the end of Jelly Doll’s story. (“Finally,” it hears you cry! It has taken it nearly two years... Alyssa was a faster writer, it will concede.) It wanted to tell you all about the first year of its relationship with Richard, AJ and Dani - and with hypnosis and dollification - and it’s now passed that point. There’s not much more to tell. At least, about that first phase of its new existence...

Our hypnotic polycule (‘throuple’ seems inaccurate given Danielle’s increasing presence) had settled into a nice little life. Not long after the Weeping Angel incident, we moved into a new apartment together, having been discussing it for a few months. The new place is bigger than either of our previous homes, has a larger garden, a swimming pool (which was a nice bonus), and, crucially, a second bedroom. None of us officially claimed it - most nights usually has at least two of us sharing one bed, if not all of us, and on especially hot nights AJ and Dani occupy one, Jelly Doll another, and Richard tends to migrate to the couch. It doesn’t really matter to any of us which bed we end up in. However, the larger bedroom is where Richard and Alyssa put their belongings, while Jelly Doll keeps its stuff in the nominal ‘spare’ room.

This isn’t actually a reflection of our dynamic - not really. Though they’d been together for three years by the time they even met Jelly Doll, it had slipped into the relationship almost seamlessly, as if it had been there forever. As if it belonged with them. Keeping its belongings in a different bedroom to theirs was a matter of practicality, nothing more - as it mentioned, it spent as many nights in bed with Rich and/or AJ and Dani as they did with each other. On the other hand, it’s aware that keeping its stuff in the ‘second’ bedroom implies its... inferiority? Irrelevance? It does feel a little like that reinforces its role as their property - they’re the couple who own this house, and it’s just one of their belongings. Their ornament. Their sex toy.

It knows, and trusts, that it means more to them than that. They’ve each proven it, time and time again. But... it’s a hot notion. And there’s no harm embracing it.

Besides, it’s not always the lowest on the totem pole in our household. It can, at times, boss Dani around. She’s so eager to please, she’ll even take orders from a fuckdoll! It once joked that we’ve got kind of a rock-paper-scissors dynamic. Jelly Doll’s the scissors, obviously. Dani’s the paper, so weak and malleable and easy to cut through. And Alyssa’s the rock - she can subdue Jelly Doll easily, but when she’s wrapped up by her paper persona, she’s helpless.

Of course, while each of us has power over another and is powerless before a third, Master controls all of us. If we’re rock, paper and scissors, he’s... the spiral, defeating any opposition or resistance with ease. And we couldn’t be happier with it.

To the outside world, we’re an unconvential but relatively normal throuple - two gorgeous actresses, their charming but nevertheless extraordinarily fucking lucky (his words) screenwriter boyfriend, and their pleasant home. It’s only behind the closed doors of that home that our true selves emerge. The mesmerising Master, so confident and commanding. The bratty submissive, poorly concealing her insatiable desire to be thoroughly dominated. Her cheerful, vapid slavegirl alter-ego, who leaps to obey the instant she’s asked.

And the living doll, the woman-shaped fleshlight, that they use for their pleasure and put on display - or simply out of the way - when they don’t need it. Spending hours and hours each week in its box in the corner of the living room, its naked body fixed in an elegant or lewd pose, propped up by its doll stand, its juices trickling down the metal bar, its mind so perfectly, beautifully empty.

It’s tempted to leave you on that mental image - but it’s ended the last two chapters in the display case. Besides, there’s one more scene it wants to tell you about, which took place in the new apartment a couple of weeks after we moved in...

***

“OK, I think it’s ready,” Master’s voice said near to Jelly Doll’s ear. It felt his arm slip off its shoulders, and the cushions swelling beneath it as he shifted position.

Naturally, it remained fixed in place, gazing ahead, a perfectly still, mindless toy, just as it was for significant chunks of almost every day now. It was seated comfortably on the couch, its face expressionless, lips parted slightly, back straight, legs side by side, hands resting on its thighs - an unusually neutral pose. Its clothing was similarly atypical, in that it was wearing clothes at all. Just a white T-shirt and pale blue jeans over black lace panties and no bra - but still a contrast with how it usually dressed while in its fuckdoll state.

But then, this was more of an actual session than just the daily routine of being immobilised and left on display. After some discussion and negotiation between the four of us, Richard had dropped everyone else into hypnosis, allowing Alyssa and Danielle to sink to their knees in their spot, and Jelly Doll to freeze solid on the couch beside him. He had then spent some time deepening their trances, stroking AJ/Dani’s hair with one hand and embracing Jelly with his other arm while he spoke to them in his calm, compelling hypno-voice. It was probably an unnecessary measure at this point, given how much of the past couple of years each of us had spent mesmerised - we were practically on a hair trigger, ready to drop right to the bottom of the Spiral Seas at the slightest provocation - but since we were trying something new, he figured it made sense to make sure we were nice and deep before moving forward.

He had let go of Jelly briefly while he dealt with AJ and Dani, leaving it to sit and stare and sink, its mind growing emptier by the second. Moments later Dani had crossed through the doll’s unwavering sightline, the little bounce in her step indicating she had been awakened, while Richard refocused on it, cuddling it and murmuring sweet hypnotic nothings to it until he was sure there was nothing left behind its glassy eyes.

It felt the cushion on its left sink as Danielle sat down, giggling softly. She gathered up its hair in her hands and held it away from its neck. Richard moved in its peripheral vision, and the next thing it felt was cool leather wrapping around its bare throat, and a metal buckle clicking shut.

For a few moments nothing happened, but then the vacant vessel felt a kind of swell inside its head. A warm presence that emerged from somewhere in the centre of its brain, and quickly began to grow larger and larger, until it occupied all the empty space (and there was quite a lot of that). Then it spread down into the rest of its body, through its torso and down its limbs, all the way to the tips of its toes and fingers. “And when you’re ready and settled in, you can awaken and unfreeze,” Master said at some point during this.

Soon enough, the soft warmth permeated every inch of Jelly Doll. As its feeble semblance of a mind began to stir - pushed to the sides of its own brain as it was, by this strange new presence - its eyes shut tight and its tongue flicked out to lick its lips. Its arms stretched, and it inhaled deeply, opened its eyes and smiled in wonderment.

It wasn’t making itself do any of these movements. It hadn’t felt the need to do anything since it had woken up, and yet its body was moving outside its control. The reason for that soon became clear.

Its gaze lifted to Master, who was standing over it with a slightly giddy smile. “Hi,” it found itself saying breathily.

“Hey, love,” he beamed. “How you feeling?”

“Different,” it replied, holding up its hands and scrutinising its fingers as if it had never seen them before, slowly waggling them in the air before it. “Good different... just getting used to being in a different body, I guess.” It ran its hands up each of its bare arms, caressing the layer of goosebumps on its skin. “This is so cool!”

He gave a little manic giggle, clearly very much enjoying the sight of one of his girlfriends inhabiting the body of another. “Glad you’re enjoying it. You’ve been so generous sharing with Dani for so long, you should have a little time in your own space. So I thought I’d let you borrow Jelly Doll’s body for a bit...”

“Yeah, I know, I remember the negotiation chat,” Alyssa smirked. Then she frowned. “Although I also remember forgetting the negotiation chat... Wait, I can remember it from Jelly’s perspective, not mine. That’s - that’s weird.”

“Yeah, that might happen a little bit,” he remarked, sitting down next to her. “Your mind isn’t quite compatible with its brain, so you might struggle to remember things from your life clearly, and you might get some of its memories instead. Nothing to be alarmed about...”

“Oh, I’m not alarmed, it’s just strange,” she replied blithely, still enjoying the novelty of feeling Jelly Doll’s fingertips caress its skin. “I mean, I just tried to picture my parents and got Jelly’s instead. Freaky.” She giggled, and repeated, “Freaky. Freaky. Freeeeakyyy. My voice sounds different. A little lower. Looooowerrrr,” she rumbled, making Richard laugh.

“Sounds different from when Jelly’s talking too,” he commented. “But then again, it’s not Jelly speaking - it’s you speaking with its voice.”

“Fuckin’ crazy,” she tittered. “Everything feels different...”

She stood up, crossing the room to the mirror hanging on the far wall, smiling wider as she was greeted by Jelly Doll’s reflection. She started pulling faces at herself - pouting, wrinkling its nose, sticking out its tongue, giving herself a sultry stare - admiring the way her expressions looked on its face. She ran its hands over its body, groping its chest through its thin white shirt with one hand, and fondling its rear with the other. “It’s got a great ass,” she remarked, squeezing one of its cheeks. “I mean, I knew it had a great ass, but it’s different from the inside, y’know?”

Rolling up its shirt and pulling the front of it over its head, she started to gently stroke its nipples, sending shivers through its body. She let out a whimper, still gazing at her reflection, watching herself tease her borrowed body. She soon stuck one hand down the front of Jelly’s jeans and found its juicy crevice, moaning loudly as she slid its fingers through its folds, while its other hand kept caressing its nipples.

“This is surreal,” she muttered mid-masturbation. Then she caught sight of movement in the mirror, and turned to see Dani standing in the opposite corner, a goofy grin on her face. “And this is more surreal,” AJ blurted, pausing her self-pleasure and turning to gawp at her own body on the other side of the room.

“I’m sure,” Richard chuckled. “Danielle, why don’t you go and let her look at you properly?”

“Yes, Master,” the slave snickered, scurrying over. “Hi, Alyssa! It’s nice to finally meet face to face.”

“Holy shit,” AJ replied, shaking her head in sheer astonishment as she admired her former self. “This - I... I don’t know how to describe this...”

True to her word, she tailed off, speechless, and let Jelly Doll’s eyes and hands do the talking. She studied every detail of Dani’s face - her placid, demure expression; her big doe eyes, with their delicate lashes; her thick but neat eyebrows; her dainty nose; her light pink, pouting lips, and the line of drool trickling from them down her chin. And, of course, her unruly mane of auburn hair, into which AJ couldn’t resist delving its hands, running its fingers through the locks and enjoying their silky texture, as Dani stood there and let her, smiling serenely.

“Look at us,” AJ said at last, her gaze dipping lower to take in the curve of Dani’s chest beneath her crimson top. “We’re so hot!” Dani giggled in response, just before AJ tightened her grip on her hair and leaned in to kiss her own lips. As the estranged alter-egos made out, one of Jelly Doll’s hands slipped down to grope one of Dani’s boobs.

Breaking away, AJ grinned maliciously at Dani, grasping her hair tighter. “Y’know, you’ve messed with me a lot over the last year. I think it’s way past time for some payback.” She pinched the slavegirl’s nipple through her shirt. “So I’m gonna take charge for a little while, and you’re gonna do anything I say. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Alyssa,” Dani replied with a goofy grin.

Tutting, AJ released her nipple and booped her nose. “That’s ‘yes, Miss’, dummy,” she chided.

Dani blushed and exhaled, gaping with aroused anticipation, letting more saliva escape her mouth. “Yes, Miss.”

“Better. Now c’mon.”

Alyssa turned and marched over to the couch, still holding Dani’s hair like a leash, pulling her along with her. As they reached their spot, she brought the unprotesting slave to her knees with a gentle tug. “Take my pants off,” she ordered, finally relinquishing her hair.

“Yes, Miss,” Dani replied as obsequiously as if Master had commanded her, scrambling to unbutton Jelly Doll’s jeans and shuffle them down over its hips.

At the same time AJ peeled off its T-shirt over its head, threw it aside, and began to fervently grope its tits, ecstasy pulsating through its body at her touch. “Make out with my thigh,” she gasped.

“Yes, Miss.” The next thing AJ - and Jelly Doll - knew was Danielle’s lips on its inner thigh, hungrily kissing and sucking, her hands wrapping around the back of its legs. She gradually moved further up, her head coming to rest against its panties, so close to the living toy’s throbbing cunt as she continued to smooch and nibble.

AJ let its head loll back and moaned loudly, clutching its chest with one hand and cradling the back of Dani’s head with the other. Jelly Doll’s skin was coated in goosebumps, its breasts and butt cheeks tingling wildly, its legs trembling as if they were about to give way. Despite being so subsumed by AJ’s consciousness that thinking its own thoughts was next to impossible, it was still aware of how close it was to the edge. It wondered, vaguely, if it would still freeze before orgasming, now that its body had a new occupant. It wondered if that had occurred to AJ...

It wouldn’t have the chance to find out yet. “Th-that’s enough,” she blurted finally, moving her hand to Dani’s forehead and firmly pushing her away. “That’s enough for now. Get on all fours.”

“Yes, Miss,” came the breathily compliant reply. As soon as Dani had fallen forwards onto her hands and knees, AJ reached down and tugged down the back of her jeans, lowering them to her knees. She let out a cackle as she squeezed Dani’s butt, giving one cheek a casual slap. “Thank you, Miss,” Dani giggled, unfazed by the pantsing or the spanking.

“Damn, I forgot how hard it is to embarrass you,” AJ chuckled, sitting down heavily on the sofa and propping Jelly Doll’s feet up on Dani’s back. Idly fondling its chest again, she studied its inner thigh, admiring the line of faint hickeys her other persona had left behind. (That happens a lot, as it’s sure you’ve noticed. Twice in one chapter!)

“You certainly seem to be having fun.”

Jelly Doll had forgotten Master was even in the room, and from the way his voice made it jump, it suspects AJ had too. To be fair, that’s not unusual. You’ll probably remember that sometimes he likes to set up a suggestion for us, and then just sit back and watch as it plays out, usually while touching himself - as he was right now, sitting in the nearby armchair rubbing his dick through his shorts. (Of course, sometimes we forget he’s there because he makes us, with his mental magic...)

“Y-yeah,” AJ tittered. “I should do this more often. Would that be OK with you, Jelly Doll?” she added, looking up as if trying to direct her words inside its head. “D’you mind me borrowing your body some more, just now and again?”

Jelly didn’t so much think as feel its response, but the feeling she got very much reminded her of the phrase, ‘Jelly Doll wants to please you’. She beamed. “That’s an affirmative, I think...”

Richard laughed. “Can’t say I’m surprised. It seems very amenable to us using its body however we fancy...”

“I know, right? I mean, this is so different to sharing with Dani. There’s no fighting - or, like, play-fighting - for control... It’s like - this is its body, but I’m in charge, and it is good with that. It’s not even trying to resist, it’s just letting me do what I want...”

As if to emphasise her point, she had its hand down its panties as she spoke, getting its fingers nice and wet, and then began to lick them clean the second she finished talking. At the same time, she lifted its left foot and brought it to rest further up Dani’s back, nestling amongst a carpet of her soft hair.

“Tastes different,” she commented, giving its fingers a last lick. “I guess because it has different taste buds, or whatever... God, it’s weird. And weirdly hot. I just licked its fingers with its own tongue!” She giggled. “Then again, it’s not its tongue, is it? It belongs to me. Us,” she hurriedly corrected herself, seeing Richard’s raised eyebrow and smirk. “Y’know what I mean. Its body belongs to us, to do with as we wish... even to borrow for a little while!”

Jelly Doll felt a wave of pleasure and contentment, revelling in being so owned and controlled by its owners that they could even transplant AJ’s mind into its body.

Side note - don’t you guys imagine that Jelly Doll’s so far gone it doesn’t know what was actually going on that day. Of course AJ wasn’t really possessing its body, because bodily possession isn’t a real thing (sorry to break it to you). It was just a powerful hypnotic suggestion - an extension of the brain-cation scenario AJ and Dani occasionally play out, but including Jelly this time. That’s why Alyssa-in-Jelly’s-body struggled to find her memories, because, obviously, she didn’t have those memories, not being the real Alyssa. By the same token, when she’d been restored to her and Dani’s shared body, AJ could remember what happened during the ‘body-swap’, but only in a hazy way - a mixture of how she imagined it felt to inhabit Jelly Doll, and the memories she had from Dani’s perspective.

Doesn’t seem to matter that it wasn’t real. By this point, our minds were so malleable that they embraced the concept 100%, and worked as hard as they could - on a subconscious level - to simulate the experience as closely as possible. And in discussing the scene, we rarely talk about it as if it was just a suggestion, just hypnosis-induced play-acting - we usually behave as if it actually happened, as if AJ actually took over Jelly Doll. As far as we’re concerned, bodily possession? Totally a real thing, and we totally fuckin’ did it. Just like Jelly really is a living sex toy, and Alyssa’s a dual-personality plaything.

We decided, consciously and unconsciously, that it was real. We made it real. And so, it was.

“Alright, Dani, get up here,” AJ ordered, lowering her feet from the slave’s back and standing up.

“Yes, Miss.” Danielle scrambled upright herself, not bothering to disentangle herself from the jeans wrapped around her legs.

Seizing the bottom of Dani’s top, AJ pulled it off over her head. The only movement the simple-minded submissive made in response was to raise her arms to make it easier for her. Grabbing her former body, which was now naked apart from the pulled-down pants, AJ all but threw her onto the couch. Then she climbed back onto the seat herself, looming over Dani, facing in the opposite direction, knees either side of her torso, crotch hovering above her head.

“I wanna taste myself with Jelly’s tongue,” she muttered, and descended without further preamble, burying her borrowed face between her estranged legs.

From Jelly’s perspective, Dani/AJ’s ripple tasted as sweet as ever, a familiarity that had bred only greater enjoyment. Ever since that one time with the ice cream suggestion, it thinks they actually do have kind of a raspberry flavour - and it isn’t sure whether that’s its own brain making that association, harkening back to that one scene, or if it’s a post-hypnotic suggestion from Richard. (It doesn’t much care either way.) Regardless, AJ-in-Jelly made out with Dani’s pussy like it was the first time, licking and slurping it with speed and enthusiasm.

Writhing and moaning desperately on the couch below, Dani nuzzled Jelly’s panties with her mouth and nose. It wasn’t long before AJ was reaching between its legs to push those panties aside, a clear wordless edict for Dani to give as good as she was getting. Good girl that she is, she didn’t hesitate.

The three of us continued to 69 on the couch, working each other up to the edge. It was when Jelly Doll reached that point that it and AJ both discovered that even while it was possessed by her, it still had to freezegasm, its body locking solid. Undeterred by her partner’s sudden immobility on top of her, Danielle kept on eating it out just as passionately, until its climax filled her mouth. Unfreezing at length, AJ/Jelly rolled over sideways and slumped against the back of the couch, its limbs splayed out, its leg lying across her usual face. Without missing a beat, Dani started lavishing kisses on its inner thigh again.

“That was a hell of a thing,” AJ gurgled happily.

“I bet,” came Richard’s amused voice. “Jelly Doll, service mode.”

“Jelly Doll obeys,” it announced brightly, its limp body, so recently licked into oblivion, suddenly stiffening. AJ blinked in confusion, and then shot Richard a long-suffering smile. She couldn’t do much else, stuck in a body she couldn’t control (again).

“Stand at attention.”

“Jelly Doll is happy to serve.”

It climbed off the couch and stood up straight, staring across at Master in the armchair. Its expression was the only thing AJ could affect - she couldn’t even speak any more - now that he had turned her borrowed body back into a remote-controlled (or rather, voice-controlled) toy. He looked her over with a hungry grin, a clear bulge in the front of his shorts. (Honestly, the most surprising thing about that was that it was still in his shorts - normally he’d have it out by now, openly rubbing it as he watched his hypnotised girlfriends cavort.)

“Dani, please could you go and turn the oven on, and then put on your uniform.”

“Yes, Master!”

Richard had already gotten our dinner ready to be cooked - he had prepared chicken thighs, sprinkled with paprika. All Dani had to do was turn the oven on. She stood unsteadily and slowly made her way out of the room, her ankles still bound together by her tangled jeans. She hadn’t been told to remove them yet, so she wouldn’t until she got changed (unless she was at genuine risk of tripping and injuring herself). Her bare butt cheeks jiggled as she shuffled away.

“Kneel,” he told AJ/Jelly, standing up himself.

“Jelly Doll obeys,” the toy replied eagerly, dropping to its knees. As he loomed over it, AJ looked up at him with her characteristic mutinous smirk. It could hear her thinking numerous things along the lines of what a jerk, I was just starting to enjoy myself, he can’t stop taking control of me for one damn minute, I hope he fucks my brain back out of Jelly Doll’s head, etcetera.

“Open your mouth for me.”

“Jelly Doll wants to please you.”

He took a second to admire the face gazing up at him, AJ staring witheringly at him with an arched eyebrow as Jelly Doll held its mouth wide open for him.

Putting one hand on the back of its head and fishing out his hard-on with the other, he slipped it into his waiting fleshlight... and just let it rest there, throbbing and twitching on Jelly Doll’s tongue. We stayed like that for a few long moments, Richard standing in the middle of the living room, his dick buried to the hilt in Jelly’s face, not even moving, just using it as a cocksleeve. He caressed the back of its head, stroking its hair. Its lips were gently sealed around his foreskin, its nose nestled in his pubic hair, its chin cushioned by his balls. AJ had raised both its eyebrows, bewildered by the lack of motion, and tried to look up at him questioningly, but could see no further up than his belly. Giving up, she let her gaze settle on his navel.

It was strangely intimate, kneeling there with his meat in its mouth, not being fucked but just holding him, just feeling him, being close to him, breathing him in. His hand lovingly cradling its head certainly added to that. It felt a wave of affection for him, and gratitude for having found its way into such a bizarre but fulfilling relationship, with little moments like this that should have been deeply degrading (in a sexy way) but were, somehow, wholesome.

Of course, he did start thrusting soon enough, commanding it, “Suck, doll.” It obliged, and it wasn’t long at all before he was filling its mouth with his cum.

At some point during this Dani had returned, dressed up in her pretty maid’s outfit again, and was standing nearby with her hands clasped behind her back, a perfect attentive servant waiting for further instructions. She remained there watching as Richard sat on the floor and wrapped Alyssa/Jelly in a hug, releasing us from service mode as he did so and letting her giggle and melt into his arms. We remained there having aftercare cuddles for a little while, our bare butts on the carpet.

“Nice appetiser,” AJ teased. “Could’ve used some paprika.”

He snorted. “Used it all on the chicken. So, would you like that to be it for the evening? D’you want to go back to your body?”

“I’m in no hurry,” she shrugged, grinning as she gave one of Jelly Doll’s tits a squeeze. “I’m having a good time in my hot little rental car!” This got another laugh out of him.

“And what about Jelly? Is it OK with you staying in there a bit longer, or does it want its body back?”

She paused, waiting for some kind of response from the (barely) sentient sex toy she was inhabiting. It was a fairly long pause - Jelly was awash in bliss, its thoughts even more scattered than before. But it finally managed to project back a clear emotional response.

AJ beamed. “It doesn’t mind at all. It’s happy to be my vessel, for as long as we want...”

“Aw, it’s such a good toy,” Richard said casually, almost as if he’d forgotten the response that would get - although, when AJ let out a whimper at the erotic surge, the gleam in his eyes was a bit of a giveaway. “Let’s leave it ’til after dinner, then see how you both feel.”

“OK!” She snuggled deeper into his embrace, burying her head in his chest hair.

A few minutes later, a faint beeping could be heard in the distance. “Dinner is ready, Master,” Danielle announced, and set off to plate up our food.

We proceeded to the kitchen, taking our seats at the dining table - Master sitting first, AJ forced by Jelly’s conditioning to wait for permission to sit down opposite. He had pulled his shorts back up, but it remained naked apart from its panties. Dani served three plates, and then stood and waited for Richard’s word to take her seat, notably more patiently than Alyssa. He reached under her skirt and gave her ass a playful smack before granting permission.

As they ate, Jelly Doll dimly contemplated its situation. It’s hard to describe how its thoughts felt in that moment, buried beneath the weight of AJ’s mind - it’s like they were moving low down in its head, little dark things worming their way beneath its brain. It couldn’t think much, but it could think just enough to process what it was experiencing.

A year ago, Jelly couldn’t have imagined becoming a hypnotised plaything, a living sextoy that belongs to its partners, identifying more as a mannequin than a woman, abandoning ‘she/her’ pronouns to embrace ‘it/its’. Someone for whom speaking in the third person is as natural as breathing, obedient blankness is its default state, and being frozen and posed for hours on end is both part of its natural routine and the most ecstatic source of pleasure it’s ever experienced. It’s been transformed into a mindless object, existing only to bring pleasure to its owners - and the odd part is, it doesn’t feel like a transformation. More like... an awakening. A journey of self-discovery. Its true nature being unearthed and brought to the surface by its hypnotic boyfriend, turning it into who - what - it was always meant to be.

It can’t imagine ever going back to the girl it was before. It hopes it’ll never have to. It’s not sure it could remember how, anyway.

Its future looks as set in stone as it is itself - which is a comforting thought. It’s going to spend the rest of its days as a mind-controlled Jelly Doll, owned and adored by a mischievous mesmerist and a bratty plaything.

It couldn’t be happier.