“Three... two... one... wake.”

Awakening with a start, I blinked hard to try and banish the hypno-fog, rubbing my thighs together. Though I couldn’t remember everything that just happened in trance - like the instructions and triggers Richard had given me - I could recall, in a dreamlike way, masturbating and chanting submissive mantras. My cunt was still drooling - glancing between my legs, I was surprised I couldn’t see a wet patch on my jeans - and my nipples were easily visible through my white shirt.

Richard still sat in his armchair, gazing at me with an appreciative smile. But Alyssa had moved onto the couch - at some point while I was under, she’d lifted my legs and slipped beneath, resting my feet in her lap. I’d still been wearing my trainers when I’d arrived, but AJ must have taken them off, leaving my feet clad only in white socks. For her part, she had finally changed out of the maid uniform (boo) and into denim shorts and a long black T-shirt with the lips and tongue logo of the Rolling Stones. She smirked at me as I squirmed and hugged myself.

I was aware of how fast I’d plummeted into hypnosis, how fast I’d fallen under my boyfriend’s control. I knew he and my girlfriend were keen to play with me, and I knew I’d be helpless to resist them. I felt so vulnerable, like a mouse cornered by two cats. Of course, I knew I could safeword at any time, and that they’d respect my boundaries. But in the moment, in the scene, it was easy to forget that - to feel completely powerless and captivated by the hypno-kinky couple. And that feeling was only going to grow stronger...

“Thoughts, feelings?” AJ’s teasing smile widened as she stroked my feet like a Bond villain with a cat.

“Disappointment,” I replied. “I thought you were gonna sit on my face.”

Both she and Richard let out loud barks of laughter. “All in good time,” she spluttered.

I began to sit up and shift my feet off AJ’s thighs, but she clung onto them. “Noo, I wanna keep these!” she protested, giggling, as I yanked them from her grip.

“Feeling good?” Richard asked me as I sat up straight on the couch, grinning like he already knew the answer.

“Are you kidding?” I laughed. “I feel fucking amazing. So chilled out and peaceful, but at the same really energised and... excited.” I blushed a little as I said that, eliciting more knowing smirks from my partners.

“Do you think you’re hypnotised right now?” AJ asked.

I narrowed my eyes at her. “I mean, I feel awake, but I know that doesn’t mean anything. You didn’t know you were hypnotised last night when you had your hand halfway inside yourself!”

“True,” she laughed.

“So, you feel awake and normal - if relaxed and horny,” Richard said, enjoying my flustered smile in response. “You’re not aware of any hypnotic strangeness going on... but you know there still could be, without you knowing about it?”

“Yeah,” I said in a small voice. “I - I don’t know if anything’s going on... I feel normal, but... I dunno!”

He laughed. “Well, don’t worry too much, we’re not doing anything covert with you. Not right now, at least. But I have given you a trigger we can play with...”

“Mm, yeah, I remember that from the trance,” I nodded. “I mean, I don’t remember what it is, but I do remember you saying you were going to give me triggers and suggestions. Everything you said after that was like... you know the mom from the Charlie Brown cartoons? She never says any clear words, it’s just a trumpet sound, like whuh-whuh-whuh-whuh... That’s how you sounded. Or at least, that’s how I remember you sounding!”

“I’m... flattered?” he chuckled. “Anyway, let’s try something, if you’re OK with it...”

“Oh God, what?” I said apprehensively, though I was smiling eagerly.

“Put your arm up in the air.”

Still staring at him in trepidation, I did as he asked.

“Hand bound.”

My eyes widened as I felt my hand fix in mid-air, my arm locked in place. Like a doll’s limb, pointed upwards by its user... As I wriggled in my seat, testing whether I could lower my hand and proving, just as I suspected, that I couldn’t, Richard and AJ exchanged evil smiles. She grabbed my other hand by the wrist and pulled it out in front of me, holding it with my palm flat as if making a ‘stop’ gesture. “Hand bound,” Richard quickly said again.

And there I was. Stuck, bound and helpless, in a position chosen by my boyfriend and girlfriend. My God, we’d only just begun and my newfound fantasy was already becoming a reality - I was being turned into a mannequin, posed without my volition.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed. I must’ve looked very rabbit-in-the-headlights. Richard and Alyssa both wore looks of mixed amusement and arousal, predatory eyes sweeping over my frozen body.

Richard opened his mouth to say something to me, but before he could AJ reached out and grabbed my legs, wrapping her arm around them. “Well, now she’s stuck, I’m just gonna take these back,” she sniggered, lifting them back onto the couch and bringing my feet up onto her lap again. Helpless to stop her, I found myself turning to face in her direction as she moved my legs, my butt swivelling on the cushion beneath me. I let out a shaky laugh.

“You good, Jelly?” Richard asked.

“Uhhhngh...” I was just gonna say ‘uh’, but a horny shiver went through me in reaction to the absurdly hot situation, turning my noncommittal noise into a lustful moan.

“Wow, she’s into this,” AJ gasped. “I think she’s getting even more excited than I do when I’m bound, and that’s saying something!”

She seemed to think this was playing into a bondage kink for me - which, don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy being tied up. But she hadn’t realised this was also pressing other, very different buttons for me. And her moving me without asking, and talking about me rather than to me, was adding to it - like I wasn’t even a person, just an object. A toy. The parts of me that could move quivered, my eyes and mouth wide.

“She doesn’t even know the best part yet,” Richard smirked.

“Wh-what?” I stammered. “What’s the be-best part?”

The best part, dear readers, was that AJ could use my triggers too. Grinning maliciously, she pressed my feet together, heels resting on her thigh, and said, “Feet bound.”

OK, so now I felt really doll-like, with my legs lying straight out in front of me and my arms in odd positions. I tried to move my feet, but all I could do was rotate them from side to side. They wouldn’t shift an inch from Alyssa’s lap, and since they were right next to each other, my legs felt fixed together as well. A real storm was brewing in my cunt at this point, and the fact that I couldn’t do a thing about it was making it so much worse-better.

And then AJ started tickling my feet.

I squealed and threw my head back with laughter, my eyes scrunching shut as I tried to endure the barrage of dancing fingertips on my soles, my socks offering almost no protection. In ordinary circumstances I’d be flailing everywhere, but my limbs were restrained, so my reaction was too. My feet waggled from side to side like flippers, but couldn’t evade AJ’s attack. My body shook up and down, butt bouncing on the cushion.

But my right arm remained stretched up in the air, my left hand remained flat in front of me, and my heels and legs stayed pressed together like they’d been zip-tied. Even my left arm, which technically should have been able to move, didn’t shift from its bent position, staying fixed in place - as if I’d subconsciously extended the bound suggestion to cover the arm as well as the hand. So my own mind was working against me, helping Richard and AJ make me even more of a plaything, accelerating my transformation into a living doll. Gah...

Peeling off my socks, AJ continued her assault on my bare feet as I cried out for mercy. Her fingers danced along my soles, and then leaped up my body to my torso, attacking my ribcage through my shirt. “Nooo-oh-oh-ohhh!” I sobbed, writhing and shaking at every touch, held in place by my own subconscious, utterly unable to escape.

Finally, my girlfriend’s cruelty ceased. Though I was breathing heavily and my face was drenched in tears, I felt weirdly proud that I’d endured the tickle torture - and even prouder that my limbs had remained fixed in place, regardless of my efforts to move them, and even without me consciously paying attention to them. And god, I was turned on - the inability to move, the powerlessness, being reduced to a tickle toy for AJ, and the knowledge that the bound triggers still held even when I was too overstimulated by tickling to even think about them, all combined to lubricate my cunt so much, there now was a wet patch on my jeans. I blushed as AJ caught sight of it and giggled.

“Enjoying yourself there, Jel?” she teased.

I stuck out my tongue at her - which was a mistake.

“Tongue bound!” she blurted, eyes wide and excited.

“Uhhh!” I protested, my tongue held stretched out like an arrow. “I shouldn’t have done that,” I tried to say, but it ended up sounding more like, “I hoo-oon ha hun hah.”

AJ cackled. “Oh, I love this! I’m always the one being messed with, getting to do the messing is so much fun!” She gave me a mock-pitying look. “Aw, and look at poor Jelly, stuck and helpless and vulnerable...”

I shuddered, drool dripping from my tongue onto my shirt.

“Getting so wet... You’re gonna ruin those jeans if you’re not careful,” she sniggered. As I tried to lower my reddening face (only succeeding in pouring more saliva onto my chest), she smiled sympathetically. “It happens. I’ve soaked so many of my clothes doing hypno-kinky shit!”

“Uh buh,” I burbled in response.

She slid out from under my feet - which remained fixed together in mid-air, exactly where they’d been resting on her thigh a moment ago - and moved over to sit on the very edge of my couch cushion, her face looming before mine. Before I had time to think or react, she leaned in and licked my tongue.

I gave a muffled squeak of surprise as the most bizarre makeout session of my life (so far) took place, Alyssa tenderly fellating my rigidly bound tongue as I sat there almost motionless. I so wanted to kiss her back, but even though my head hadn’t been immobilised, I still tried to keep it still - partly because thrusting my frozen tongue into her mouth would just be awkward... but mostly because it made me feel even more captivated, even more like a trapped, frozen plaything. My eyes shut tightly as I was momentarily overcome, reduced to even more of a toy than before - an unprotesting, hopelessly horny pleasure doll for AJ to kiss and lick to her heart’s content.

“Jelly, release,” Richard said at last, and suddenly I was completely free to move as I wished. The first thing I did was enthusiastically return AJ’s kiss, plunging my hands into her thick mane of hair and grabbing her by the back of her head, keeping her face pressed into mine. I felt her hands on my waist as she leaned over me, pushing me down into the couch as she began to straddle me...

Hearing a cough from nearby, we surfaced to see Richard smirking at us. “You really wanna interrupt this?” Alyssa sniggered.

“Just wondered if you wanted to retain the ‘hypno’ side of this hypno-horny evening,” he chuckled.

“He’s right,” I giggled, gently but firmly pushing my girlfriend back. “Much as I want to carry on making out, I really wanna keep doing hypnosis stuff!”

“Can’t argue with that,” she grinned, climbing off me and sitting back on her cushion.

As I sat up, I noticed Richard smiling mischievously again. “And I thought Jelly might like a chance for some revenge against AJ...”

My eyes lit up. Her face fell comically. “Oh, c’mon!” she protested. “I thought you were done screwing with me for one night - this is ‘Bully Jelly Night’!”

“I can bully both of you,” he replied, beckoning to me. As she groaned, I leaned across to his armchair, and he whispered in my ear. Grinning just as wickedly as him, I sat back down and looked at AJ.

“This is bullshit,” she grumbled, looking in the opposite direction from both of us in a clear bid to mask her flustered smile. “I’m supposed to be getting the chance to domme for once, I can’t believe you -”

“Alyssa,” I said in the most commanding tone I could manage, “look into my eyes.”

“Uh - whuh - aww,” she whined, as her wide eyes were magnetically drawn to mine. It was actually kinda intense, that eye contact - the way she stared right at me, barely blinking, her jaw starting to go slack as her mind grew blank. I think it took a little longer than when I’d seen her get hypnotised by Richard’s eyes - she shifted in her seat a fraction, swallowed a couple of times, and made some little mumbling noises, clearly making a feeble effort to resist. But she succumbed soon enough, and was left staring at me vacantly. God, she looked so beautiful blank. Devoid of all thought, just a mindless puppet ready to be played with... I bit my lip, trembling with desire for her.

“Isn’t she amazing?” Richard said from behind me. I nodded fractionally, unwilling to take my eyes off hers in case it broke the spell - although I was reasonably sure it wouldn’t. “And doesn’t she have such pretty eyes?” Leaning a little closer, I gave another little nod. Such lovely hazel eyes, like autumn leaves... “You love to look into her eyes, don’t you, Jelly?”

“Uh huh,” I mumbled. I really did. I hadn’t had a chance to admire Alyssa’s eyes in this much detail, for such a long time. It felt nice, being able to sit here and look at them like this.

“You can stare into them for as long as you like. You know she won’t look away, she’s so hypnotised and mindless right now... You get to enjoy them as much as you want. You get to gaze into them, and admire every detail... The rich colour, the vibrant shades... The way the light reflects off different parts ever so slightly differently...”

“Mm,” I sighed. I was falling for Alyssa’s eyes... falling into her eyes...

“And you can feel yourself getting lost in them, can’t you? You don’t want to look away, but you’re starting to realise that if you keep staring into them like this, they’ll drain your mind away, just like her mind got drained away from looking into your eyes...”

I swallowed, suddenly noticing how spacey and compelled I was feeling. I should probably look away - this was clearly a little hypnotic trap Richard had set for me. But... her eyes were so beautiful... just another second or two...

“And now your eyes are bound on her eyes,” he said, and I could hear the laughter beneath his words.

Well, that was it - I’d missed my chance to escape. I shivered, feeling my eyes lock onto Alyssa’s, knowing I couldn’t look away now even if I tried. My blink rate was slowing, my jaw was relaxing, my mind was clearing...

“And you can relax now, with the choice of whether or not to look taken away. You don’t need to worry about trying to look away any more... You can just give in to how entrancing her eyes are, and how good this feels, letting your mind get lost in her gaze... Sinking helplessly back into trance with wide, staring eyes...”

“Huhh,” I grunted, a shudder of arousal running through my body, feeling more entranced and captivated by the second. Though my gaze was zeroed in on Alyssa’s eyes, I could see the rest of her face in my peripheral vision. I could see how blank and vacant her expression was, how mindless and hypnotised she was...

And I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that my face must match hers.

That was my last conscious, coherent thought for a while, as my mind got sucked back down under the surface of the Spiral Seas. This time though, I dropped into trance with my eyes still wide open and fixed on my girlfriend’s. If anything, being hypnotised like this might have dropped me even deeper. Staring out in front of myself, sitting upright, without the mind or will to move an inch - the frozen doll vibes were intensifying!

Two hypnotised girls, sitting on a couch gazing blankly into each other’s eyes, as our boyfriend spoke more insidious words into our vacant minds... We looked so fucking hot. I can say that with certainty, because Richard took a few photos of us like this. I’ve got off to them - and other pictures of myself and Alyssa under hypnosis - more than once, and I know she and Richard have too!

One thing I noticed at the time, even with my empty mind, was a steady stream pouring from AJ’s mouth - I think it’s been pretty well-established by now that she gets very drooly when she’s hypnotised. (She already did back then, and since then Richard’s done something mean, so now she’s even worse! More on that later.) It’s super cute, the way she gets so mindless she forgets to swallow, and her jaw gets so relaxed that its contents just start to flow out. There was a little puddle forming on the couch between us, but obviously neither of us cared.

I’m not quite the same - to this day, I’ve never been much of a drooler when I’m in trance. Don’t get me wrong, if I’m commanded to drool, or triggered to, then I will, but my body doesn’t relax in the same way as Alyssa’s. I think it’s because when she’s hypnotised her default setting is ‘zombie slave’, which is more relaxed than my ‘frozen mannequin’. (I mean, I wasn’t specifically a frozen mannequin just then, but still, as we were mesmerised by each other’s eyes, my body was just naturally a little more rigid and composed than hers, even though we probably felt equally relaxed. It’s weird, but kinda neat.)

***

After what could have been a few minutes or a full hour, AJ and I abruptly came back to ourselves. Breathing in sharply, we exchanged bemused looks as AJ wiped her mouth, and then we both dissolved into giggles.

“How - how intimate,” she hooted, clutching at my upper arms to support herself as she bent over with laughter. “Stare - staring into each other’s eyes...”

“So cute,” I sniggered, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye. (Whether it was from hilarity, or a result of gazing blankly for so long, I’m not sure.)

“Who knew we were such romantics?” Sitting up again, she shot a bewildered glance at my body. “I mean, clearly you are, since you’re helping yourself to my clothes now.”

I blinked in confusion, and then looked down at myself. “Um...” I mumbled, eyes widening as I took in the white shirt and pale blue jeans. “These aren’t mine,” I said slowly, looking up at Alyssa with a frown.

“I know.” She raised her eyebrows. “They’re mine. I mean, I don’t mind you borrowing my clothes, obvi, but I’d appreciate if you asked me first!”

“I - I don’t even know when I put them on! I don’t remember...” I frowned at my attire for another few moments, before glancing over at AJ. I narrowed my eyes and grinned. “Although clearly I’m not the only clothes thief in the room...”

She stared down at the shorts and Rolling Stones shirt she was wearing. “What the fuck?” she exclaimed. “When did I put these on?”

“Beats me,” I giggled. “I don’t even know how you got them here without me knowing about it...”

“Wait,” she said, her brow furrowed with concentration. “Were you were wearing these when you got here? I feel like you were...”

I chewed my lip, thinking back. Now that I thought about it, that seemed right. “Yeah,” I said, and then, with more conviction, “Yes, yes I was.”

“And I must’ve been wearing those...” She gestured to her clothes on my body.

“So we switched? When?”

She gave me a long-suffering look. “I have a sneaking suspicion. I mean, come on, he might have left us staring into each other’s eyes that whole time, but there’s just as good a chance that he messed with us...”

I caught my breath. “You think Richard... stripped us? And swapped our clothes over?” Like dress-up dolls, I said to myself, a tremor going through me at the thought of it. Sitting glassy-eyed, unprotesting, my limbs frozen and poseable as he pulled my shirt off over my head, and tugged my shorts down over my ass...

“Yeah, or he made us do it.” Though she sounded annoyed, I could see the twitches in the corners of her mouth, and I was close enough to hear her slightly heavier breathing. She was loving the idea of being mindlessly commanded just as much as I was enjoying my own little fantasy. I shot her a wry smile to show her I saw through her façade of irritation. She looked away, blushing and smiling.

“So, what do we do now?” I chuckled. I couldn’t say I minded the switch too much - Alyssa and I are the same height, and our body shapes aren’t dissimilar, so we fit each other’s clothes pretty well.

But she was sticking to her indignant act. “We switch back to spite him, obviously!” With that, she seized the bottom edge of my Stones shirt and whipped it off over her head, her bare tits waggling alluringly. I licked my lips as she stood up and yanked down the shorts, my eyes falling on her cute butt cheeks. Which, of course, I needed to fondle. That’s the law - see an Alyssa butt, touch an Alyssa butt. I don’t make the rules.

As she rubbed her butt gently against my hand, a thought struck me. “Wait a second, you were wearing my clothes with nothing underneath?” I said mock-indignantly.

She shrugged and grinned at me. “You know I like to be comfy when I’m at home!”

Laughing, I stood up and removed the shirt, before pulling down the jeans. “The bra and panties too, sweetie,” AJ insisted.

“I thought you weren’t gonna wear underwear?”

“I’m not,” she sniggered. “But those are mine too, and I want them back!”

“So neither of us get to wear underwear?”

She winked at me. “Yeah, that’s fair, isn’t it?”

“Not on me,” I grumble-smiled, as I unclasped the bra and slipped off the soaking panties. Alyssa picked them up and chucked them onto an armchair, and then retrieved her jeans and shirt, while I grabbed my shorts and Stones shirt from where she’d left them on the couch.

We began to dress in the correct clothes, both of us now going commando - I was very aware of the material rubbing against my nipples, and the tantalising little bit of empty space around my crotch, which made my cunt feel exposed even though it wasn’t. AJ squirmed a little as she pulled up her jeans. “I forgot you got pussy juice all over these,” she sniggered. “Through the panties, which is quite impressive for a novice hypno-slut...”

I spluttered with laughter. “I’m sorry! Is it gross?”

“No, it’s OK.” She winked at me. “It’s kinda sexy, when you think about it - your juices on my pussy...”

“It’s not that sexy!” I chortled.

“It’s a tiny bit...”

I shook my head exasperatedly. “You’re so weird.”

She blew me a kiss before putting on the white shirt. “You love it.”

Fully dressed once more, we sat back down - and were struck with two realisations at once. Firstly, that Richard was still in the room. Although we knew he’d been hypnotising us, we couldn’t perceive that he was still there, and it didn’t occur to either of us to find out where he’d gone. He was sitting in his armchair, his hand down the front of his shorts, smirking at us. My bra and panties were lying on the armrest of his chair - he’d caught them when Alyssa carelessly threw them aside.

Secondly - we hadn’t been wearing each other’s clothes, after all. But we were now.

My mouth fell open in astonishment as I stared at my smirking boyfriend. AJ, meanwhile, unleashed her usual string of profanities intermingled with soft moaning, clutching at herself through her - my - clothes. Not that I could blame her - as soon as I’d become aware of what had happened, my hands had leapt to my own erogenous zones. Now I was really glad she’d made me ditch the underwear!

Richard cackled. “Having fun?”

“This - you - no - fuck,” AJ groaned, burying her face in my shoulder. I put an arm around her as we both rocked with disbelieving laughter. The sneaky bastard made us swap clothes!

“I sure was,” he continued, undaunted by our lack of coherent response, as he pulled his (empty) hand out of his shorts. “I always love watching AJ being oblivious to things, and being so sure she’s in control and resisting me... And it seems like you’re just as good, Jelly.” I quivered at the praise, feeling a mix of delight and confusion about whether I should be delighted.

Alyssa pointed an accusing finger at Richard, wearing an expression of mock outrage, eyes tear-strewn with mirth. “You!” she cried, as if pointing out a criminal. As he snorted with laughter, she jumped up from the couch, darted over to him, and pelted his arm with slaps. “Mean! Mean and rude!”

“Ow! Get off - stoppit!” he protested, giggling.

Ceasing her assault, she harrumphed and sat down on his other armrest. “Asshole. Can’t believe you,” she muttered, but she was smiling. Honestly, I thought the angry outburst was a bit of an overreaction - yes, we’d been hypnotically manipulated into switching outfits with each other, but it could’ve been worse! But from what I’ve seen, before and since - and from her own hypno-kinky memoirs - I think AJ plays up her outrage on purpose, partly because she enjoys pretending to be cross, and partly because Richard enjoys it!

I leaned back on the couch, hugging myself, squirming in my girlfriend’s clothes, feeling very controlled and vulnerable. I’d already known how susceptible Alyssa was to hypnotic suggestions and scenarios, but if Richard could make me think her clothes were mine, then how far could it be taken? How much could he alter my memories, my perception of the world and myself? I shivered as I considered the implications.

“I can’t quite believe I’ve struck gold twice,” he chuckled. “Two fantastic subjects. I mean, we’ve only just started with you, Jelly, and I’ve already hoodwinked you so well...”

I smiled bashfully. “Yeah, you got me...”

He raised an evil eyebrow. “Again,” he smirked.

I sat up, eyes widening. “Uh - again?” I spluttered. “Are - are you saying - wait -” I looked down at the clothes I was wearing again, examining them closely. The shirt with the Rolling Stones logo, the demin shorts... Were they mine, after all? Had Richard made us switch more than once, and made us forget all the other times? How many times had we swapped?

And why was it so hot that I was no longer sure whose clothes I was wearing, or how long I’d been here, under hypnosis?

As I stared down at myself and had an existential crisis, I heard AJ groan again. “Don’t do this to us,” she said exasperatedly, squirming as Richard chuckled and wrapped an arm around her torso, his arm pressing her/my shirt against her belly as he cuddled her. “Don’t screw with us like - get off! Wha - ahh...” With his other hand he stroked the back of her neck, causing her to go into spasms and paroxysms of ecstasy, barely maintaining her balance on the armrest.

“I can’t - are these...” I muttered, my head in my hands. “What’s real?” I said at last, sinking back in my chair once again as I was overcome once more with helpless laughter, palms over my face.

“Welcome to my nightmare,” Alyssa tittered. “I never know what’s real any more. It’s...” She flushed, breathing deeply and grasping her thighs. “It’s hot,” she said finally.

Patting our girlfriend on the head patronisingly (which prompted another horny mewl), Richard gave me a mildly concerned look. “You OK, Jel? This isn’t too much, is it?”

“I mean, it’s a mindfuck, but no, it’s not too much,” I assured him, rubbing my erect nipples through my/Alyssa’s/Schrodinger’s shirt. “I’m with AJ, this is super sexy. Not knowing what’s going on, not being sure of what’s real - fuck, I fully get the appeal...”

“Hey, that rhymed,” he sniggered. Almost in sync, AJ and I rolled our eyes at him. (Almost like we’d been triggered to! Now that I think about it, a trigger to do something every time Richard’s a dork is a pretty good idea - except it might end up being overused!)

At this point I’m just going to clarify, in case you guys think there’s another rug-pull coming - Richard hadn’t actually made us swap clothes more than once. We hadn’t forgotten anything that had happened so far - he’d just taken advantage of how suggestible we were, and how uncertain we were of our reality, to make us even more uncertain. Mean. Also hot.

AJ suddenly sat up straight, her eyes lighting up. “Ooh, on the subject of forgetting stuff, I wanna do this...” She leaned closer to Richard and whispered in his ear. I watched her nervously, sure that nothing good could come of whatever she was saying!

As she moved away from him, he grinned. “Well, I didn’t specifically tell her that it could work like that, but she knows it works on you, so maybe it will work on her... Why not give it a try?”

“Give what a try?” I asked, surprised by how small my voice sounded.

“Hey, Jelly,” AJ said faux-casually (with extra ‘faux’ to make it absolutely clear that she was going somewhere with this), “remind me where you’re from?”

I gaze her a quizzical look as I replied, “New York.”

“And how old are you?”

“29.”

“Your name is bound.”

I blinked, bewildered. “My - what?”

She and Richard both stared at me expectantly. “Your name,” AJ said, smiling malevolently. “What is it?”

“It’s -” I stopped short, frowning. “Uh...” I couldn’t remember my name. Any of my names - first, last, nick, you name it, I didn’t know it. But they felt tantalisingly close - on the tip of my tongue, in fact.

I concentrated furiously, racking my brain. I knew my name was in there - it was like I could feel it, like I was groping for something in a dark room, and my fingertips kept brushing against it, but then I couldn’t get hold of it and I lost track of where it was. It was so frustrating.

And then I remembered my text chain with my partners earlier that day, where they’d explained how Alyssa’s bound trigger worked. And I remembered them pinning my body parts in place not long ago. And I knew that if my body could be bound like AJ’s, my mind probably could too. And she’d just said something about my name being bound, hadn’t she? (It’s strange how that happens sometimes - how Richard or AJ can use one of my triggers, and then even without them telling me to forget or not to notice, it slips my mind for a little while afterwards. Like my subconscious doesn’t want me to know I’m being triggered - like I’m helping them gain even more control over me...)

I pouted at my girlfriend. “You took my name away!”

She was almost jumping up and down with glee. “I did!” she cried, clapping her hands together delightedly. “Oh God, have I mentioned how great it is not to be on the receiving end for once?”

“Yes,” I grumbled, folding my arms. I was still trying to think of my name, but having no luck.

“Well, at least you still know everything else about yourself, right?” she smirked, and then, before I could answer, she blurted, “Your age is bound, and where you’re from is bound!”

“Nooo,” I groaned, massaging my temples as I struggled to think. I knew I’d just said how old I was, and where I was from, but trying to remember just led to more groping in the dark. Alyssa and Richard’s increasingly horny leering and mocking laughter was not helping. It was turning me on, though, making me feel so powerless and toyed with.

“Your name’s Anjelica,” AJ told me, a knowing grin on her stupid cute face. Just as she’d anticipated, I couldn’t take that in. With the information still bound, I’d forgotten again the instant after she’d spoken. “Jelly for short,” she continued, and then stood up and started singing it, dancing around in front of me. “Jeeellyyy, Jeeellyyy, Jeeellyyy...”

“Shut up,” I whined, staring down at myself to avoid making eye contact with my tormenter.

Luckily for me, she had a tormenter of her own. “Chicken,” Richard said loudly, over AJ’s singing.

“Jel - buck!” she suddenly squawked, eyes widening and teeth clenching with annoyance, even as her cheeks turned red. She turned to glare at her boyfriend. “You buck, buck, bawk!” she raged, her arms already shifting into wing shapes, flapping at her sides.

As I stared at her in astonishment, Richard stood up and moved behind her. “Figured you deserved a bit of mercy, just for a few seconds,” he chuckled over her continuous low clucking, putting an arm around her waist.

“Nnuh buck, buck buck,” she complained, wriggling in his grip, her head bobbing back and forth.

He steered her around so she was facing the back half of their living room, a fairly wide-open space behind their couch. “Off you go, chick,” he said playfully, giving her a light push in the small of her back. She staggered away, body hunching over, ‘wings’ flapping compulsively, clucking all the while. She shot a mutinous grin back at Richard, looking as amused as she was frustrated.

My delight at Alyssa’s transformation was short-lived, as our mind-controlling boyfriend turned to me. Sensing danger, I shrank back in my seat, gazing up at him in trepidation.

“Poor, nameless Jelly,” he teased, enjoying my mournful stare up at him as I once again failed to retain those two all-important syllables. “It must be so infuriating, not being able to remember things, or think properly...”

“Yeah,” I fumed. “Jerk.”

He put a hand over his chest, looking mock-offended. “What did I do? It was AJ who bound your memories...”

“Yeah, but it was you who hypnotised me,” I pointed out. “All of this is your doing!”

“That’s fair,” he chortled. “But you don’t need to worry about what you’ve forgotten, or who’s to blame...”

“You,” I interjected snarkily, resisting the urge to stick out my tongue at him. (I’d learned my lesson.)

“You don’t need to worry, because,” he continued, chuckling softly at my interruption, “all you need to do is drop.”

My defiant grin went slack, my head falling forwards onto my chest, my mind lost in the trancey vortex again. He kept talking to me, coaxing me deeper with his low sexy hypno-voice and all manner of relaxing descriptors, beginning to sculpt a new scenario for my subconscious to absorb with the expertise of someone who’d been doing this kind of thing for nearly a year. My consciousness paid no attention to his words, continuing to sink, swirl and drift in the dark waters of hypnosis...

***

I eventually jerked awake, straightening my neck and rubbing my eyes as my senses returned to me. I felt sleepy and confused, with the vague feeling that someone had just been talking to me, but that quickly faded from my mind. Glancing to my right, I was startled by the sight of a cute auburn-haired girl I didn’t recognise, peering at me with amusement.

“Hi,” I mumbled. “Sorry, I... I just dozed off, I think.” I swallowed hard and widened my eyes, trying to wake myself properly, and then turned back to the girl with a mildly embarrassed smile. “Hey! I don’t think we’ve met...”

Her grin spread, which only increased my confusion. What did she know that I didn’t?

Quite a lot, as it turned out. “Hey,” she replied, reaching out a hand for me to shake. “I’m Alyssa.”

Yep. That Alyssa. Same girl I’d been dating for almost two months. We were into some real memory play, now - that was why Richard put me to sleep, because losing your memories of someone close to you is a more complex suggestion than just forgetting your name. (At least, that’s the explanation he gave me later.)

I gave her a friendly smile and reached for her hand. As I took it, she snapped her fingers on her other hand.

A singular urge suddenly overtook me, an all-consuming compulsion emptying my mind of all other thoughts and feelings. My face slackened as my eyes were drawn inexorably to the stranger’s lips. After barely a couple of seconds’ hesitation, I pulled on her hand, tugging her towards me as I leaned in. My mouth met hers, kissing her firmly, almost aggressively.

This madness lasted maybe five seconds, before I suddenly realised what I was doing and pulled away, flushing deeply. “I - I’m sorry, I don’t - don’t know what came over me,” I stammered, hands over my mouth.

She giggled, seeming unabashed. “It’s OK, sweetie!”

“I... I don’t usually kiss total strangers...”

“I can’t say I minded,” she purred, tracing a finger over her lips. That did not help with my fluster. “Although, maybe we could get to know each other a little better first,” she suggested. “Like I said, my name’s Alyssa, though people call me AJ too. What about you?”

“I’m -” I stopped short, my eyes widening. “I - it’s - uh -”

AJ snapped her fingers again, and all of a sudden I didn’t much care about my forgotten name. All I cared about was kissing her, hard, frantically, desperately, my hands tangled up in her hair, her hands on my back...

It took a little longer to wear off this time - maybe ten seconds? Trembling with nervous, bewildered, increasingly horny giggles, I eased myself out of her arms.

“So, your name is ‘Kiss’?” Alyssa chuckled, kneeling up on the couch so she towered over me. “After the band?”

“No!” I spluttered, hiding my face again. “It’s - I don’t remember it right now...”

“Oh, really?” She raised an eyebrow. “You don’t remember who you are?”

“No I remember who I am, just not my name...”

“What about your age?”

I stared up at her blankly. “Um... or that.”

She looked thoughtful, tapping her lower lip with a finger as she considered this. “Hmm... Are you in the habit of forgetting key information about yourself?”

“No...” I shrugged. “At least I don’t think so!”

“Do you know how you got here?”

My eyebrows rose higher and higher as I looked around the room, suddenly aware that I had no clue where I was, or how I’d got there. “Um... no,” I said quietly. With my mind missing all these important memories, and my body at the whim of a bizarre, uncontrollable (but not unpleasant) compulsion to make out with this stunning lady, I felt very small and helpless.

This sensation only grew stronger as she snapped her fingers again, and my lips were magnetised to hers once more. It was getting harder and harder to pull away each time - even as parts of my awareness broke through the compulsion, and I started to feel flustered and confused once more, I couldn’t bring myself to stop kissing her. I couldn’t resist the feeling and taste of her lips, and her tongue... And she didn’t seem in a hurry to tear herself away, either. Her hands were wandering over my body with as much enthusiasm as mine were showing for hers.

I grasped her waist, and then felt her grope my ass - which startled me enough to snap me out of it. I forced myself to pull back, biting my lip shyly as I gazed back at her. “Didn’t wanna stop that time, did ya?” she teased.

“You taste so good,” I murmured, and then blushed and looked away. “And, uh, this weird compulsion, it’s getting more powerful every time.”

“Is that so?” she tittered. “See, I’m having trouble believing in this so-called ‘compulsion’. I think you’re just really into me, and you can’t help kissing me.”

Before I could formulate words to protest against this assertion - snap. And just like that, we were making out again. It was so hard to stop this time - to even think about anything except her lips on mine, and her hands on my chest, and my hands on her butt, and her leg straddling me... She was pushing me backwards onto the couch, lying me flat... The irresistible kissing urge wore off even more slowly than before, but now I was trapped beneath Alyssa, powerless to stop her from continuing to make out with me...

Finally her lips moved away from mine, prompting a needy whine from me. “Oh, you want more?” she whispered, grinning down at me. “I gotta say, I like you like this. Just a helpless plaything at my mercy, with no idea who you are or why you’re kissing me... Mine, all mine...”

I shuddered with apprehension, confusion, and increasing lust. What was this strange woman going to do with me? And why didn’t I care? Why did I love the idea of being her helpless plaything? “I... I - I -”

Snap. And there were no thoughts, just her lips and her tongue and my tongue and my lips, and her body pressed onto mine, and her hands all over me, and the knowledge that I was hers, her helpless horny plaything, no name, no memories, no thoughts, just kissing...

“Jelly, your memories and awareness are released,” said a nearby voice.

I froze mid-kiss, and then collapsed into helpless giggles in the arms of my girlfriend.

***

Richard briefly checked in with me, to make sure I was mentally and emotionally stable (or as stable as I ever am) and that I was happy to carry on. Then he went to the kitchen to cook us all some dinner, leaving me and Alyssa still lying on the couch. Neither of us felt much inclination to sit up. She still had her limbs wrapped around my body, her chin was resting on my shoulder, and she was stroking my face with her fingertips. I was still blushy and giggly from the memory play.

“Did you enjoy that?” she said, grinning knowingly.

I shivered, my eyes wide and gazing into the distance as I relived the last few minutes. “Yeah... I really liked the uncontrollable kissing...”

“Bet you did,” she purred, and nibbled at my ear.

I shivered and squirmed. “But - mm - but what I can’t get over is that I forgot you!” She sat up, looming over me, and cupped my hands with her face as I gazed up at her, awestruck. “I can’t believe I forgot you...”

“Well, I would be offended that you could forget such a majestic being,” AJ said with a mostly-faked air of superiority, “except that I forgot me before! Fuck Hawk’s made me lose all my memories a couple of times - that’s how he created Dani, in fact...”

“It’s so crazy.” I shook my head as much as I could with her holding it from both sides. “It’s like, I only just got hypnotised for the first time like an hour ago, and now I can barely think for myself any more...” A quiver went through me as I put into words how controlled I felt.

AJ seemed to enjoy that statement too, inhaling and smiling widely before she leaned down to kiss me. “I love to hear that,” she mumbled when we eventually broke apart, her mouth still an inch from mine.

I smiled up at her. “I bet... You do seem to be enjoying having a hypnotised toy to pl-play with...” I couldn’t hide the tremor that went through me after I said the word ‘toy’.

She raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I should play with my toy some more...”

A whimper escaped my mouth as she shifted position, moving up the couch so her chest was level with my face. She leaned on the armrest, propping herself up with her left arm, and cradled my head close, resting my forehead against her tits. Grinning, I nestled closer.

“Hey, I know,” she said suddenly, “there’s this one thing Richard does to me sometimes, to annoy me...”

“Just one?” I joked.

She tutted, smiling down at me. “So you know how we have the Fifth Amendment here, but they don’t in Britain? Where Richard comes from, they tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth...”

I nodded, rubbing my forehead against her (or rather, my) shirt. I could feel a hard nipple against my head.

“Well,” she said with that predatorial grin again, “your ability to lie, or not to answer, is bound.”

My eyebrows shot up. “What - um, so what does that mean?”

“It means, you’re an open book now!” she said gleefully. “So, Jelly, how do you feel about being hypnotised?”

“I fucking love it,” I blurted, “I’m so turned on and I love the way I can’t resist or help myself, and you and Richard can just mess with my mind and turn me into this helpless puppet...” I clapped a hand over my mouth to stop my babbling, feeling my cheeks turning bright red.

Alyssa laughed out loud. “Oh, mood, Jelly, mood!”

She stroked my side with her right hand, her other arm wrapped around my shoulders, holding me close to her. “I’m gonna ask you more stuff, and you’ll have no choice but to answer. How does that make you feel?”

“Horny and excited, and kinda scared,” I admitted immediately.

She grinned. “Well, let’s not delay any further! What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?”

“With you,” I answered. “I mean, I don’t know that there’s anything different compared to when I’ve slept with other women before, but you’re just... there’s something about you, something special. Like, just because it’s you, it’s just better.”

She looked taken aback by that. Her lower lip trembling, she put a hand over her heart. “Oh my God, I’m gonna cry! Is that true?”

“Yes, of course! I thought that was the whole point,” I chuckled.

“I know, but still, that’s so damn sweet,” she half-sobbed, cuddling me close and resting her chin on the top of my head. Since I was in the prime position to do so, I kissed her boobs through her shirt, which made her giggle.

“OK, how about this,” she said at length, seemingly having recovered from my last revelation. “Of all the things we’ve done with you tonight, and all the things he did to me yesterday... which is your favourite?”

“The freezing,” I said almost before she’d finished asking the question, “the freezing, when you were frozen, I fucking loved the freezing. Seeing you like that, just completely stopped, paused in time, body and mind, unaware of anything happening to you...” I moaned desperately. “Fuck, you looked so hot. Like you weren’t a person any more, just a sex toy that couldn’t move on its own, or think... I went home and made myself cum in the shower thinking about that - picturing it happening to me.”

AJ listened to this with wide, excited eyes. I was aware that I was revealing my deepest desire - I hadn’t planned to tell her or Richard any of this just yet, not while we were just starting hypnotising me... But I was helpless to stop myself. And the more I talked about it, the more I wanted to talk about it.

“I can’t stop thinking about it, about being frozen, turned into a mannequin,” I babbled. “I didn’t even know I was into it, until I saw it happen to you - it was like, something just clicked into place, and now I can’t get it out of my brain. And the stuff we’ve done today - the bound trigger sticking me in place; the swapping clothes like we’re dress-up dolls; getting reduced to your amnesiac plaything, with no identity, just there for you to kiss and grope - it’s adding fuel to the fire. It’s all I can think about.”

I gazed up at her with pleading eyes. “I want - I want to be a frozen toy, a mindless mannequin, a motionless object, for you and Richard to play with... Rigid, immobile, helpless... You can stand me around, and put me in sexy poses, and just admire me like an ornament...” My thighs were rubbing together compulsively as I confessed my innermost fantasy. “And like, leave me standing there with an empty head all day, not even noticing any time passing or thinking anything, and you just go on with your day, but every so often glance at me, or walk over and grope me... Or, or, pose me like a sex doll on the couch or the bed, and just come and fuck me whenever you like, use my cunt or my mouth without me even being aware of it...”

Alyssa’s breathing was heavy with lust. She gazed down at me hungrily, absently clutching at her tits with her right hand. I felt increasingly flustered the more I told her, the more I gave away - the more information I gave her that she and Richard would almost certainly use against me. And yet, I still wasn’t done. “I want to be your mindless toy,” I whispered longingly. “I want to be your frozen plaything... Not a person - just a toy, a doll...” A flash of inspiration brought a smile to my lips as I concluded, “I want to be your Jelly Doll.”

She licked her lips, considering all of this. “Interesting,” she said at last, smiling manically. “Jelly Doll, huh? I like the sound of that...”

I shuddered, so turned on by the fantasies I’d just brought to the very front of my mind - and, if anything, even more aroused by the knowledge that I’d just revealed it all to my girlfriend.

And not just her.

“Well, that could be arranged,” came the low, mischievous voice of the infamous Fuck Hawk, circling nearby!