Turning Into Jelly

Chapter 4: Jellies Wobble But They Don’t Fall Down

by TravisNSpud

Tags: #dom:male #Exploring_Together #f/f #f/m #hypnosis #sub:female #abduction #abduction_sorta #body_writing #bratty_sub #christmas #claustrophilia #consensual_kink #consensual_non-consent #dehumanization #depersonalization #dollification #dom:female #fear_play #fourth_wall_break #freeze_kink #hypnotic_amnesia #hypnotic_bondage #hypnotic_gaze #intelligence_loss #intelligence_play #intelligence_reduction #kidnapping #kidnapping_fantasy #maid #mantra #memory_play #multiple_partners #objectification #oblivious #orgasm_denial #plurality #pronoun_play #romantic #silly #Travis_N._Spud's_Crossover_of_Chaos #voyeurism #wind_up_doll

Richard’s voice came from behind the couch. We hadn’t even heard him re-enter the room, so engrossed were we in my helpless, horny confessions. Looking over Alyssa’s shoulder at him, I saw him smiling wickedly, his eyes alight as his mind clearly raced with possibilities.

“Uh oh,” I giggled, squirming next to AJ, who still lay next to me, partly propped up so she loomed over me. She still wore that voracious, slightly demented grin as she gazed down at me, her hand wandering from her chest to rest on the left side of my face, her thumb stroking my chin.

“Regretting giving up that little secret to us, huh?” she teased.

“No. And yes. Bu-but mostly no,” I stammered, tingles racing through me from her fingertips on my face. “I - I wasn’t gonna tell you guys any of that yet, not on night one of hypno-fuckery... And now it’s out there, I’m n-nervous, because I’ve given you this crucial information for nothing. But I’m more excited and horny - because it means you might use this crucial information and turn me into your frozen f-fucktoy...”

I blushed and closed my eyes to hide my partners’ smug, aroused faces from view. This damn mental bondage... I couldn’t stop blabbing everything I was thinking and feeling! This was a nightmare. (The fun erotic kind.)

AJ tickled my neck to get me to open my eyes. I pouted up at her, which only made her grin widen. “God, you’re wonderful,” she sighed, booping my nose with her index finger. “My blushy, beautiful Jelly Doll...”

I caught my breath. “I really like it when you call me that,” I admitted, unprompted, spurred on by the ‘truth serum’ lacing my brain.

“Noted,” Richard chuckled as he passed by, returning to his armchair. “Food should be ready in about 25 minutes,” he told us, crossing his legs and tenting his fingers as he peered over at me. “So, that gives us a bit more time to meddle with Jelly’s mind...”

“Great. I really want you to mess with me even more.” I meant to say that sarcastically, but unfortunately I had to be honest, so I ended up with an earnestly eager tone, accompanied with wide eyes and a beaming smile.

“Excellent,” he replied. (Given that his fingers were still tented as he said that, Mr. Burns came to mind!) “Take a deep breath in, Jelly Doll...”

Trembling slightly at the sound of him using what had apparently become my new nickname, I took in a shaky breath.

“And drop.”

My eyes rolled shut, my head lolling to my right and coming to rest against AJ’s chest. Moments later I felt her arms wrapping around me, which only served to send me deeper, reminding me of the cosy tree roots entwined around my torso, holding me tight as my mind drifted deeper and deeper.

“Good girl,” Richard said, the resulting pulse of arousal entrancing me still further. “Dropping down, down, down, back into a happy, horny sleep. Following my words. Obeying my suggestions. Under my control...”

In less than a minute, Richard’s soothing, commanding voice, and Alyssa’s arms cradling me, had me as hypnotised as I’d been at any point that night. My body was totally relaxed and limp, a dead weight on the couch, unable to make so much as a twitch, in spite of my cunt’s insistent throbbing. I was bizarrely aware of and unaware of my body at the same time - I could feel it, I could feel how heavy and limp it was, and how turned on I was, and AJ’s embrace, but none of it registered with me. I had no thoughts, no cares or concerns, and so I simply didn’t notice my body or anything it felt.

“And as you continue to lie there, and sink deeper and deeper... you start to stiffen up. All your muscles are starting to feel more and more frozen. Your body is becoming fixed in place.”

I could already feel it - a spreading paralysis through every part of me, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. It wasn’t cold, though, like you might expect - it was warm and comforting, like dipping into a bath. Maybe that was because I was so turned on...

“With every moment, you become more stiff, more rigid, more frozen. With every moment, you’re turning more and more into a living statue, a plastic mannequin, a motionless doll.” I would’ve quivered with ecstasy when I heard that, if I could. Instead, I froze harder. “And the more frozen you become, the more horny you get...” (Yeah, I really didn’t need any encouragement!) “And the more horny you are, the more hypnotised you are... And the more hypnotised you are, the more frozen you are.”

The circular (or triangular) logic was working. My petrification was already making me so wet, which, in turn, was sinking me deeper. And the deeper I sank, the more frozen and fixed I became. I couldn’t move an inch, or make so much as a squeak, even as my nipples threatened to tear through Alyssa’s Rolling Stones shirt and I painted her shorts with my pussy juices. All the while, my mind spiralled further and further down, leaving all my thoughts behind, far out of my reach.

“Good doll. Frozen in place, frozen in time. Just a pretty, sexy statue, there to be admired. Just a cute, helpless toy, to be played with by your owners...” God fucking damn, he has a way with words. Those sentences were like a tongue right on my clit. “Unable to move on your own,” he continued, the relish in his tone obvious to anyone with a functioning mind. “But you can be moved by someone else, so easily. Someone can reposition you, moving you into whatever pose they like. And you’ll stay there, held in place, a pretty doll on display.”

I smiled without smiling, my face remaining completely slack and expressionless as joy and arousal coursed through me. I couldn’t wait to be a pretty doll on display.

I didn’t need to wait a second longer. Alyssa moved next to me, and my head, which had been using her boobs as a pillow, moved only so much as it was nudged by her as she sat up straight. That was the first outward indication of how frozen I was - robbed of anything to rest on, my head remained angled sideways. It felt so comfortable locked in place like that - my neck felt no strain from holding the position.

I felt AJ take hold of my left arm, holding it by the wrist and elbow, and lift it off my belly, raising it above me. She aimed my upper arm diagonally, bending my elbow, my forearm pointing inwards. When she let go, my arm remained where it was, suspended in mid-air, like a doll’s limb. That was what it was now, after all. She uncurled my hand into a flat palm, fingers pressed together as if they were one solid piece. (Again, doll vibes.)

“Try moving, and find it only makes you feel more frozen,” Richard suggested to me, as Alyssa lifted my right forearm, pointing it straight upwards, while the upper arm remained at my side. “Try thinking, and find it makes you feel more vacant. Because dolls don’t need to think. They just need to be admired and enjoyed, posed and played with, caressed and stroked...”

Taking that as her cue, AJ slid further down the couch, rolled up my (well, her) shirt, and kissed my belly button, her fingers stroking up my sides. The tip of her tongue traced up my tummy, her nose nudging the shirt upwards as she did so. She reached underneath and groped my tits, flicking my nipples with her thumbs (which they almost matched in size at this point, I was so fucking horny).

“The longer you’re frozen like this, the more wonderful it feels,” my boyfriend said, as my girlfriend used my boobs as her stress balls. “The more sensitive your frozen body becomes. The more empty your frozen mind grows. You could stay like this for a long time, perfectly comfortable, perfectly happy. Just a pretty statue, feeling so good...”

Perhaps beckoned by him, Alyssa abruptly let go of my chest and climbed off me, leaving me alone on the couch. I was sensationally, mythologically horny by now. The very thing that had turned me on so much in the first place - being frozen - was preventing me from expressing anything I was feeling, apart from my lubricating cunt and my bullet-like nipples. And that inability to vocalise my arousal, or make the slightest shudder, was only making it stronger, a feedback loop that had me on the edge of orgasm even while completely unable to move.

“And you’ll find yourself returning to this state whenever Alyssa or I say the word ‘freeze’. And you’ll remain frozen, rigid, immobile, until you hear the word ‘unfreeze’. Find that happening now - unfreeze, and relax, and sink deeper.”

Almost reluctantly, my body unfroze with a slight jerk, my hovering arms falling limply onto my bare stomach, and my head lolling to my right, a little whimper escaping my lips. The concentrated buildup of arousal inside me felt uncaged, released, but not in an orgasm - rather, it was like it had been bottled up, trapped as long as I’d been frozen, and now it was free to flow through my body again. I trembled and squirmed gently, my breathing faster and heavier than normal. I was still absolutely molten, but not as close to the brink as I was a few seconds earlier.

“Good girl.” More soft moans from me, as I heard footsteps in the near distance. The next second I felt a hand groping my left breast - Alyssa had left my shirt still scrunched up, my tit exposed. The touch, however, was recognisably Richard’s, not hers. His fingers are shorter and thicker than hers - to look at them, you’d expect them to be clumsier, but throughout our time together he’d proven to have a delicate, skilful touch, adept at bringing both of us great pleasure with his precise strokes. Right now, lying there in trance and ablaze with sensation, his soft caress on my boob was enough to provoke gasps and whines, and to make me squirm and writhe despite my hypnotised limpness.

“God, those little noises... she’s so cute,” AJ purred from not far away.

“Couldn’t agree more,” he sighed wistfully. I felt his hand lift away, but a moment later his fingertip began to tease around my areola, which was if anything even more maddening. I let out a low moan like a foghorn, my head jerking up and down slightly, my hips doing the same a moment later.

“And you can find yourself starting to move, starting to touch and satisfy yourself,” Richard said, still groping me. I didn’t need to be told twice - my left hand leapt up, shoving the Stones shirt up and out of the way so it could reach my ‘free’ breast, while my right hand dove down Alyssa’s shorts. “And the more you play with yourself, the more you turn yourself on, the deeper you go...”

Even if I didn’t want to go deeper, I was already too far gone to care. The urge to masturbate was all-consuming, and my mind was too lost in lust and trance to register the ‘danger’. I had three fingers vigorously massaging my labia, a hand roughly groping one breast, and a couple of fingers dancing delicately around my other nipple. Richard was still being gentle with me - if I know him, this was less out of a concern for my wellbeing and more to tantalise me - but with my mind gone and my body running on instinct, I was showing no such restraint. I was so worked up, and I was determined - desperate - to take myself over the edge.

“Tell me you’re my mindless toy,” he commanded over my grunts and whimpers.

“Uhh - I - I’m your muh-mindless toy!” I stammered, rubbing harder and faster, my right leg starting to rise and slide up the back of the couch.

“You’re my mind-controlled puppet.”

“I’m y-your mind-controlled puppet!”

“You’re my happy Jelly Doll.”

“I’m your happy Jelly Doll - uhnngh!” My head rocked back against the couch cushion, my mouth open wide.

“And... freeze.

And instantly, I froze. My hands stopped their frantic rubbing, fixing in place, three fingers resting on top of my swollen clit, my other hand gripping my tit like a vice. My leg stayed where it was, resting on the back cushion. My face was stuck in its orgasmic expression, my mouth agape, my eyes squeezed tight shut, my eyebrows creased.

I heard Alyssa cackling and clapping her hands together. The smug bitch was loving the torment Richard was putting me through! (Can’t say I blame her. I was loving it too, even though I wasn’t conscious enough to know I was loving it.)

“Held in that moment,” Richard continued. “Time has stopped for you, and it feels so, so good...”

Fuck a duck, it really did. He’d frozen me moments before I would’ve cum, but that arousal hadn’t gone anywhere - it felt like it had been bottled up inside me again, trapped with nowhere to go.

“Back to being a mindless, poseable toy.” As he spoke, AJ’s slender hands took hold of my right wrist, pulling my hand out of my borrowed shorts. I didn’t have enough consciousness to be disappointed. She prised my other hand off my boob, leaving both hands hovering in the space in front of the body parts they’d been touching moments ago, as if they had been going to masturbate but had only made it to the general area before stopping.

“The longer you’re a helpless object, the more aroused you grow. And the longer you can’t do anything about that arousal, the stronger it grows.”

Lowering my leg back onto the couch, AJ slid a hand under my back and lifted me into a sitting position, my shirt falling back down to cover my chest again. Then she swivelled me around so I was facing more forwards - still pointed to the right, but with my legs floating off the couch. She pushed them together so they were pointing directly in front of me, straightened my back so my body was at a right-angle, and adjusted my head so I was looking forwards (or I would’ve been, if my eyes were open).

“You could stay this way for hours, feeling more incredible every moment that you can’t move, feeling so ecstatic whenever you’re moved. Your mind relaxed and vacant, your body frozen and rigid.”

The only evidence of my body’s unthinking response to being posed was my increasingly heavy breathing through my gaping mouth. Even that was stifled slightly as my girlfriend placed one of her hands on the top of my head, and gently but firmly pushed my chin upwards, closing my jaw. Then she stood back and admired her handiwork - a lifesize doll balanced on the couch, feet in the air, arms twisted into fixed positions in front of me, eyes and mouth shut, breathing heavily through my nose, wearing an expression of consternation.

“You love being a cute frozen mannequin... You love being a happy blank statue... You love being a sexy static object... Just an ornament, just a decoration...”

I truly did.

“This is awesome,” I heard AJ whisper gleefully. “Can we open her eyes, though?”

“Probably!” When Richard next spoke, his voice was much closer. “Jelly, find that when we touch your eyelids, they open automatically. Your eyes will remain frozen, staring into space, only blinking when they need to.”

He didn’t ask me if I understood. I couldn’t have answered if he had. I felt fingertips lightly brush each of my eyelids, which flicked open. Just as he’d told me, my eyes stayed fixed in place, staring glassily in front of me, my unfocused, blurry vision directed at a far corner of the room. I could see them both moving on my left, but where my eyes might have reflexively flickered over to them, they instead remained locked in place. Even when Alyssa waved her hand in front of my face, they kept perfectly still, not even blinking. I heard her gasp delightedly.

“And while you’re frozen,” Richard continued, “your body isn’t really a human body any more. You have the body of a mannequin, a plastic toy, and so you might not feel things the same way you usually do. For instance, if we were to tickle you, it won’t affect you. You might feel us tickling you, but it’s like your ticklishness has been switched off. Jelly Dolls aren’t ticklish.”

As my empty brain absorbed this suggestion, Alyssa’s fingertips found their way to my neck, rapidly brushing over the skin. I didn’t react at all. I wasn’t ticklish. Less than an hour ago I’d been shrieking with laughter as she’d tortured my feet, but now, no matter how mercilessly her fingers attacked me, she couldn’t provoke so much as a twitch from me. Even when she moved back to my outstretched feet, targeting my bare soles again, I paid her absolutely no attention, continuing to stare vacantly, blinking no more than twice a minute, still stuck with a pained frown from the edge I’d had just before I was frozen.

She eventually gave up, and moments later Richard began speaking to me again. “Awakening fully from trance now, Jelly, when I say... unfreeze.”

With a sharp intake of breath and a guttural moan, I suddenly found myself conscious and mobile, slumping back in my seat, my feet dropping to the floor. “Oooooh, shit,” I groaned, hands once again jumping to my erogenous zones, groping them through clothing. My partners stood either side of the coffee table, looming over me with eager smiles on their faces. I gazed at them in awe, astonishment and arousal, the horny energy that had been building up in my core free to permeate my body again.

“Was that everything you’d hoped it’d be?” Richard asked.

“Hngh... hell, yes!” I laughed, a little hysterically. “That was fucking stupendous... I - I couldn’t move! I couldn’t think... I’ve never felt anything like that before. But God, I’ve imagined it a lot in the last twenty-four hours!”

Had it really only been that long? It had felt like about seven months! I’d only just discovered this fetish, and already it had become so deeply ingrained inside me, like it’d always been there. I had never thought about being reduced to a frozen object, a decorative statue, a mindless toy, until the previous night. Now, I could barely think about anything else.

“I wanna do it again,” I confessed eagerly, grinning up at them both. I sat forwards on the couch and placed my hands on my thighs. “Do we still have time before dinner? I don’t know how long I was in trance for, or how long I was fr-”

“Freeze!” Alyssa cried suddenly, her hand outstretched towards me like she was throwing an invisible object, or maybe casting a spell over me.

I had time to inhale and widen my eyes, before my entire body turned to stone. AJ lowered her hand, but my vision stayed fixed on the empty space where it had just been.

She gasped and clutched at the bottom of her (my) shirt as she looked down at me, demurely sitting upright with my hands in my lap. “Ohhh... she looks so cute and hot, with her surprised face!”

“That’s it, Jelly Doll, nicely frozen.” Richard approached me and rested his hand on the top of my head, stroking my hair and forehead. If I’d been a person, I’d have found it very soothing. “Good girl. Just a toy, mindless and poseable.” He stepped away, gesturing to Alyssa. “Over to you!”

She darted towards me, giggling madly, and grabbed my wrists, raising my hands towards my head. She placed my palms flat on my face, my nose protruding between them. My eyes and mouth were completely covered - it wasn’t like I was going to be saying anything in this state, or like I was registering anything my glassy doll’s eyes saw. But now, whatever flickering ember of my mind remained in the back of my head couldn’t see what either AJ or Richard might do to me. I was even more helpless.

“Perfect,” she sniggered. “We should just leave her like this - for the rest of the night!”

“I doubt she’d complain.” He was petting my hair again. “She really seems to love being a pretty doll on display...”

“Right? Oh, speaking of...” AJ took hold of my knees and spread my legs wide apart.

But,” Richard continued, “dinner’s ready in fifteen minutes. She’d be very grumpy if she missed it! And besides, after all the excitement, she’s probably hungry...”

“I thought she was just a toy,” she teased. “Toys don’t get hungry!” She’s such a bully.

He tutted at her, and then said, “Jelly, unfreeze.”

I snorted with mirth as I regained mobility and conscious thought, lowering my hands from my face. I gave AJ a withering look. “Really? You did a ‘see no evil’ to me? And yes, I’d be really grumpy if I missed dinner!” Now that I thought about it, I was actually starving. Hypno-kink really works up an appetite.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise. “You remembered what we were saying? That’s so weird. Usually I don’t remember anything - I don’t even remember being frozen! It’s like a literal time stop...”

“Oh, I don’t wanna forget any of this!”

“Hypnosis does work differently for different people,” Richard pointed out. “Maybe you’re one of the ones who mostly remembers stuff from trance or being frozen - unlike AJ, who’s always been very good at forgetting.” He winked at her, and she rolled her eyes at him.

“Stand up,” he told me, and I did. He grinned. “See, this is what I like about you, Jelly. After nearly a year of putting up with endless brattiness, you just do whatever you’re told!”

He got outrage from two directions for that comment. “How dare you?!” Alyssa mock-yelled. “I am a joy and a pleasure to be around, I’ll have you know!”

“I can be bratty!” I pouted.

“Not that we’ve seen!” she tittered.

“Alright, enough,” Richard exclaimed, struggling not to laugh. “I’m very sorry. Jelly, of course you can be bratty if you want to. AJ, you’re a pleasure to have in class.” If the smirk on his face hadn’t given away the irony in his words, that last sentence would have. She slapped him on the arm.

I shook my head, giggling to myself. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my borrowed shorts, I adjusted them a little, hoping to relieve some of the discomfort my wet cunt had inadvertently caused me. As I withdrew them, Richard said, “Jelly, freeze.” I didn’t even have time to look surprised - just instantly locked in place, standing in front of the couch, arms hanging carelessly at my sides, staring at nothing in particular.

“And you can hear me and Alyssa talking to each other,” he continued in his hypno-voice, “but you don’t need to listen. You don’t need to pay attention to anything we say or do, unless it specifically involves you - unless we’re moving or posing you, or talking to you, or using your triggers. Nothing else matters, so you won’t worry about it.”

He said something to AJ, and her response made him chuckle. They kept chatting, but I didn’t pay any attention. I was just a doll, and I didn’t need to listen to or worry about their conversations. However, my subconscious awareness of them talking like I wasn’t even in the room was setting my frozen body on fire.

Time passed in even more of a blur than before - without a mind, or any awareness of my surroundings, my ability to gauge time was also totally neutralised. I could’ve been there for ten minutes, or ten hours. I had no idea what Richard or Alyssa were saying or doing around me. But, just as he’d told me, I noticed when they repositioned me. I registered her bending my elbows and pointing my forearms upwards, as if I was throwing them up in the air in exasperation, or amazement. I was aware of him tilting my head to the side and slightly upwards, so my sightless eyes were gazing up at the ceiling. And I definitely noticed her thumb slipping between my lips, prising them apart, pushing my mouth open (not wide open, but enough to make my heavy breathing much more audible). Of course, I had no thoughts about any of that, but boy oh boy, did it turn me on.

Otherwise, though, nothing registered. I just stood there, a mindless, oblivious statue. This would usually be the case from hereon out - I’d remember being frozen, but I wouldn’t be able to notice much of anything while it was happening, unless it directly involved me. And upon being unfrozen, I wouldn’t remember any of the things I hadn’t noticed. Not until the end of the night, when Richard would restore my memories of everything I’d missed (as he’d habitually done with AJ in the past). There were some exceptions to this rule, when they felt like switching things up just to mess with me, but we’ll get to those later!

They left me standing in that pose for a while, perfectly still and comfortable. At some point they decided to strip me, Richard peeling off the Stones shirt (raising my arms further into the air in the process) while Alyssa tugged down the soaked shorts and lifted each of my feet out of them in turn. He put me in a fashion-model-esque pose - left foot slightly in front of the other, left hand on my hip while my right hand rested casually on my thigh, looking straight in front of me with a sultry stare. (At least, I’m calling it sultry. You can choose to interpret my gormless gaping however you like!)

AJ mischievously moved my right hand between my legs, planting it on my drooling slit. If I’d been a person I’d have wanted to take the opportunity to rub myself raw, but as a doll I wasn’t capable of even wanting to move. She soon brought my hand up to my face and placed my fingertips on my lips, making it look like I was coyly caressing my mouth the way models do in some photos. (I know these things, I’ve done a few shoots, I’m a cool and sexy model, trust me on this...) Of course, this meant I got to enjoy the tangy taste of my own cunt.

In her wonderfully twisted mind, she probably considered this the appetiser. I was finally unfrozen to find that our dinner - pizza - was ready and had been set out on the coffee table. Licking my lips, I sat down cross-legged on the floor, not bothering to get dressed again first. (I had a strong suspicion they’d only strip me again if I did!) Richard was also sitting on the floor, on the opposite side of the table, while Alyssa had taken an armchair.

“I’m starving,” I sighed, reaching for a slice. We had a thin-crust vegan pizza, a thick-crust pepperoni and a thin-crust pepperoni - the three of us would mix and match between each of them.

“I’m not surprised,” Richard commented with a wry smile. “You’ve been such a good toy after all, standing so still and frozen for so long...” I blushed at the praise and straightened my back, giving him a better view of my exposed chest by way of thanks.

Some more small talk and banter flew around as we ate, mostly consisting of them alternately teasing and praising me for how receptive and suggestible I was, and how well I froze. When I wasn’t getting flustered by their attention, I tried to fire off snarky comebacks, but I clearly don’t have the same knack for brattiness as AJ, especially amidst the confusion of hypnosis. It feels too good to be an obedient doll.

As soon as I finished eating (having had a piece of each pizza), the games were on again. I got slowly to my feet on slightly shaky legs, but as I straightened up Alyssa blurted, “Freeze!” I instantly went rigid, blank and mindless, still partly bent over, one of my feet half off the floor. I wobbled precariously for a moment, but soon settled in place. As a person, I probably couldn’t have held such an unsteady pose for long, but as a statue I had no trouble keeping my balance.

Have you noticed that? How I’ve started talking about my frozen self like I’m not even human any more? That’s how it felt - how it feels. I don’t know if it came out of my own fantasies, or Richard calling me a doll, a statue, a mannequin - probably both, to be fair. I’d absorbed that depersonalisation, and now it was very hard not to think of myself in that state as a simple object. I couldn’t think or move of my own accord, or notice anything not directly relating to me. You try hanging onto your identity while that’s going on!

Anyway, naturally, both Master Fuck Hawk (yes, I love that nickname too) and the Queen Brat (that one needs work) started playing with me and repositioning me again, putting me in poses both elegant and decorative, and lewd and provocative. Richard would have me looking graceful as a ballerina one minute, and AJ would have me groping my tits and ass the next. She did plenty of that herself, as did he, touching, stroking and squeezing my immobilised body all over, rubbing hard nipples, fondling butt cheeks, kissing unresponsive lips, sliding fingers along my slit. They even stuck my hands between their own legs, moving them back and forth along her pussy and his shaft. I can’t put into words how hot that was - standing there frozen and mindless while they used me for their own sexual relief, not even able to control or co-ordinate the involuntary handjobs. I really was just their sex toy now.

They released me a couple of times, but only gave me a few seconds to reel with disorientation and arousal, freezing me again before I could fully collect myself. By the time they properly ‘thawed’ me, I was badly fractionated - not to the extent that Alyssa was the previous night, but enough that it took me a good thirty seconds before I could speak coherently. I spent most of that time panting, stuttering, moaning and writhing on the bed. Oh yeah - while I was frozen, they’d carried me through to the bedroom and sat me down on top of the mattress, my legs spread wide apart, back straight, arms posed at angles, head tilted back so I was staring at the ceiling. That was how I was positioned when they brought me out of it.

Eventually regaining my wits, I hugged myself and grinned shyly at my partners, who were sitting either side of me. “That was wicked,” I giggled. “I’m impressed you got me all the way in here without dropping me!”

“It was a close one,” AJ admitted sheepishly. “Your thighs were so slick, you almost slipped out of my hand like a bar of soap!”

As I squirmed and folded my legs together in a vain effort to conceal my throbbing arousal, Richard took my wrists and lifted my arms into the air, posing them as if they were tied up above my head.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help getting turned on by all this,” I sniggered, giving her a knowing look. “I would remind you of how horny you were by the time I got here tonight, in your pretty little maid uniform!”

She stuck out her tongue at me, as she unfolded my legs and laid them straight in front of me again. “Costume, not ‘uniform’! I’m not his actual maid!”

“Agree to disagree,” Richard said mischievously. She aimed a slap at him, but he was too far out of her reach. I shook with laughter. “Dear oh dear,” he teased. “My OG plaything is misbehaving! I think I’ve let you run rampant for too much of tonight, Alyssa - I should really put you in your place...”

She swallowed hard, eyes wide with sudden apprehension. As I watched, he raised his hand in front of her face and began moving it back and forth, waggling his fingers. Her attention was captured immediately, her gaze following the waving fingertips, her posture slumping, her expression vacant. She was hopelessly entranced almost instantly, so much so it was a mere formality when he stopped waving his fingers and snapped them instead, no more than five seconds later. Her eyelids dropped shut and her head lolled forwards, her arms dropping limply into her lap, her body slouched but still upright.

“I love that so much,” I mumbled, unable to take my eyes off my mesmerised girlfriend, not noticing him pushing my back to straighten it further and spreading my legs again. “She’s so easy to hypnotise, so easy to control...”

“The perfect plaything,” he agreed, smiling lovingly at her. Then he looked at me with a similar expression of adoration, shifting around so he was sitting in front of me, between my legs. “I’m so lucky to have both of you. Not only are you fantastic girlfriends, but you’re both amazing hypnotic subjects...”

I smiled, biting my lip. “Aw, thank you - I’m so glad it’s working so well!”

“To be fair, it wouldn’t have worked this well if you hadn’t wanted it to,” he noted, edging closer and curling his legs around my waist. “So you must have really wanted it to!” As I made a noise of agreement, he grasped my hair with one hand and put the other under my chin, nodding my head up and down for me.

“What can I say?” I sighed wistfully, oblivious to my head’s movement. “I love being a doll. It’s so fucking hot, being so helpless and frozen... and peaceful too, and easy. Like, I don’t have to make any decisions at all, I don’t even have to move on my own - I can just let you and AJ take care of me...” I smiled provocatively at him. “I kinda want you to put me back that way again, make me a toy again...”

He raised an eyebrow in mock confusion. “But Jelly Doll, what do you mean? You’re still a toy.” He brushed strands of my hair out of my face as I frowned at him, bewildered. “You’re still my mannequin, my puppet, my plaything... Didn’t you realise?”

My frown faded as I suddenly became aware that I couldn’t move anything except my face. I’d been able to move normally when they’d unfrozen me, but any time they’d moved a part of my body - my arms, my legs, my torso, my head - that part had stayed stuck wherever and however they’d placed it, rigid and fixed once more. And I hadn’t noticed. I’d been completely unaware of my own gradual transformation back into a helpless doll, right until this last moment. And now I knew Richard must have given me this suggestion the last time I’d been frozen, and told me not to consciously remember it - and even though I normally remembered what he said or did to me while I was frozen, I’d obediently forgotten this, like a good doll...

I inhaled sharply, staring thunderstruck at my boyfriend and hypnotist. “Oh, wow,” I whispered. “I - I really thought I was a person again. But I’m not, am I? I’m... just a toy.” And with that, my face, voice, and mind froze as well, and I was back as I’d been before. Back as I was supposed to be. Just a toy. Just a Jelly Doll.

I heard his eager moans as he groped my tits and pinched my nipples. Then he placed his palms on my belly and upper back, and carefully laid me down. His hands snaked underneath me, sliding me down the mattress so my butt was on its edge, my stiff legs protruding into space. He started to speak, but it was directed at Alyssa, so I couldn’t listen to it.

The next thing I knew (although saying I ‘knew’ is kind of inaccurate, since I was a blank and empty doll who didn’t know anything), her bare pussy was descending onto my mouth. As her lips met mine, it became apparent that, in fact, not all of me was frozen. My voice may have stopped working - as had my mind, so I couldn’t have formed words anyway - but my mouth, tongue and jaw were all still perfectly functional. And they instinctively knew just what to do.

Running on automatic while the rest of me remained completely still, my mouth began to lick and suck AJ’s labia, with all the skill and care I would’ve shown had I still been a person. In response, she began to gently hump my face, the summit of her slit brushing my nose. Though arousal burned inside my frozen body, I had no way to express it - not a shudder or a tremor, not a whimper or a moan, not the slightest twitch. The only parts of me still working, still able to demonstrate how turned on I was, were my mouth, which channelled it all into passionately eating AJ out, and my cunt, which dribbled juices over the side of the mattress, aching for a proper release.

Richard’s hands were on my thighs all of a sudden, squeezing them lovingly, stroking them with his thumbs. He lifted and bent my legs, placing my feet on the edge of the bed, presumably to keep me steady. Then his cock slid inside me, and I was in heaven, overwhelmed by everything happening to me. I couldn’t think, but I could feel everything, I was so sensitive, so aroused, so overstimulated, by my boyfriend and girlfriend using me as a simple fuckdoll, because that’s what I was, just a mindless fuckdoll to be used for pleasure, for their pleasure... She was sitting on my face, and my tongue was inside her, and she tasted so good, and his cock was inside me, thrusting mercilessly, and his hand was on my thigh, and his other thumb was on my clit, and I needed to cum, God I needed to cum, but I couldn’t tell them that, I couldn’t make a sound or move or think, all I could do was lick and suck like a good sex toy...

Cum, Jelly Doll,” Richard growled, just as I felt a cool burst in my cunt, and I obeyed, clenching around him and releasing a torrent of my own. In lieu of crying out (because I still couldn’t, even now), I sucked hard on Alyssa’s clit, and now she was coming right down my throat, and I could hear her orgasmic paroxysms above me, and it was like she was doing it on my behalf, like I was sending my own cries through her, from her clit to her mouth... And my own orgasm was still going. It went on and on and on, somehow amplified and drawn out by the fact that I couldn’t express it like a normal person, because I wasn’t one. I was just a toy, for them to use to get themselves off.

At last, he pulled out, and AJ crawled off me. I lay there, stewing in all of our juices, still utterly immobilised and mindless, my mouth fixing open now it wasn’t being used any more, my face reeking of pussy.

“Unfreeze.”

And suddenly I was fully awake and aware, though my returning mind was fragmented by the most incredible afterglow of my life. My body relaxing into a limp mess, my arms and legs like noodles, I gazed blearily up at my partners, who both stood by the bed. To my surprise, Alyssa appeared to be asleep standing up, her head hanging forwards, her face obscured by her auburn mane. I realised, to my astonishment, that she must have been in trance the whole time she was facefucking me. Richard, on the other hand, was beaming down at me, looking absolutely ecstatic. They were both naked from the waist down.

“I hope you found that as amazing as I did, Jel,” he said, winking at me. I smiled and nodded eagerly, hugging myself as I shivered with pleasure.

Placing a hand on AJ’s shoulder, he woke her from trance, her head snapping upwards and her eyes going wide and blinking hard. There followed some blushing and squirming when she realised she’d had sex while hypnotised, as well as some swearing and light slapping of his arm. They both put on pyjama shorts before turning their attention back to me, fetching their duvet from where it lay in a heap in the corner, and laying it over me. (They must have taken it off the bed before I got there that evening, in anticipation of sexy times.)

“How are you feeling?” Richard was so considerate to check in with me as much as he had that night, making such an effort to ensure I was enjoying my first time being hypnotised.

“Mnm,” I mumbled, burying my face in the pillow. “Struggly... squishy... melty!”

AJ giggled as she lay down next to me, on top of the duvet. “Oh nooo, did we break our toy?”

I shuddered and grinned dazedly at her. “Y-you did, a bit... But good, it’s good. I’m good broken.”

“Well, this is the part we call ‘aftercare’,” Richard explained, sitting on the bed and gazing down at me fondly. “Where we do anything, give you anything you need, to make you... not feel broken any more!”

I stuck out my lower lip. “Aw. Wanna stay broken!” That got laughs from both of them.

He stroked my hair. “What do you need, Jelly?”

“Snuggles,” I sighed. “Need snuggles.”

He shot a grin at Alyssa. “Oh, I think we can oblige that request, don’t you, love?”

“Oh, yeah!” She slid under the duvet and wrapped an arm around me. He did the same behind me, nestling me in the middle of a warm sandwich. “How’s that, Jel?”

“Cosy,” I murmured, closing my eyes.

She nuzzled her face into my cheek. “Lots of cosy snuggles for our Jelly Doll...”

“Hnngh,” I gurgled happily.

“I’m so glad you liked this,” she whispered, kissing my nose. “Trust me, you’re gonna have a ton of fun being a hypnotised plaything.”

I grinned as I drifted off to sleep in their embrace, knowing I could take her word on that. Hypnosis may be different for everyone, but we’d established pretty well that evening that I was just as susceptible and suggestible as Alyssa - maybe even more!

***

Morning came, and we all awoke very much in need of a shower. Though we joked about us all getting in together, it wasn’t feasible - their shower wasn’t really big enough to accommodate all of us. AJ and I went first, and set about helping each other with those hard-to-reach places. And the easy-to-reach ones too. Well, you try staying all business in the shower when a hot chick’s soaping up your boobs. I couldn’t resist the compulsion to make out with her and finger her under the cascading hot water - a compulsion that, for once, had nothing to do with hypnosis.

We emerged from the bathroom wrapped in dark purple towels, giggling and nudging each other. Richard sat in an armchair in the living room, still in his pyjama shorts and his shirt from the previous evening, scrolling through his phone. He looked up at us with a knowing smirk. “I could hear you from out here, AJ,” he tittered. “You really are insatiable, aren’t you?”

“I swear, my libido never used to be this high,” she laughed. “You introduce me to hypnosis, and suddenly it’s through the roof. I’ve been horny for ten months!”

“I’m not seeing a problem,” I teased her, cutting off Richard an instant before he was probably going to say pretty much the same thing. “I think being horny all the time is a sign that you’re a good girl.”

“Hu-uhh!” she gasped, and then blushed furiously and bowed her head, not meeting my eyes. “Damn it, now you can do it,” she mumbled, unable to disguise her wide, bashful grin.

I clapped my hands together delightedly. “Oh man, I hoped that would work! It’s like a trust thing, isn’t it - it works for me because you trust me, right?”

Alyssa mumbled in the affirmative, still refusing to look at me, while Richard, too, nodded confirmation as he stood up and crossed the room, drawing me in for a good morning kiss. (He hadn’t given me one earlier, because I hadn’t brushed my teeth since licking AJ out. It’s his hygiene thing, I’m sure she’s mentioned it.) “How are you today, Jelly?”

I considered the question, and beamed broadly. “Really fucking good.” I really was. The frozen sex had been the most incredible experience of my life - never before had I reached such a peak of ecstasy, and it was almost certainly because I hadn’t been able to express it. Trapped inside me, my orgasm had been enhanced beyond anything I’d ever felt. And the afterglow had lasted throughout the night and lingered on into the morning, like the opposite of a hangover. My whole body was humming and tingling.

The sex wasn’t the only memory playing vividly at the forefront of my brain - the whole session was lasered into my brain (except the parts I couldn’t remember or hadn’t been able to pay attention to, which Richard hadn’t restored to my mind yet). The forest induction, so calming and comfortable, yet so hot... The mental bondage, both my body and mind helpless to resist... The memory play, tricking me and AJ into swapping clothes, and leaving me with no memory of who I was... Being compelled to make out with her, being compelled to blurt truths and secrets...

And, obviously, being turned into a living doll. Just a toy, to be posed and played with and fucked.

In less than 36 hours, I’d become a massive slut for hypnosis, just like my boyfriend and girlfriend before me. (Insert joke about him brainwashing us, one by one! At least, I think it’s a joke...) I was so eager to do more mind-fuckery as soon as possible, as were they. Unfortunately, all of us had a pretty hectic week ahead with our respective jobs, so it was hard to tell exactly when our next night of hypno-kink would be. It certainly wasn’t to be that night, as I’d be working late. Alyssa had a solid four days at the restaurant where she worked, but after that she was using six of the vacation days she had stored up. She commented that she was hoping for some serious debauchery during that time - and that was when I caught sight of a mischievous grin on Richard’s face.

“Alyssa?” She turned her head to look at him, face open and guileless, failing to anticipate a trap for once. “Look into my eyes.” Unprepared, she met his gaze without hesitation or resistance. Her mind visibly emptied out, her head tilting forwards, her mouth hanging agape. Her shoulders slumped and her arms dangled limply, letting the towel wrapped around her naked body drop to the floor. He smiled encouragingly. “Lost in my eyes again, so blank and entranced. Good girl... Tell me you love being my plaything.”

“I love being your plaything,” she droned, her eyes never wavering from his as she shuddered and salivated.

“Look up at the ceiling, and keep repeating that.”

As she stared up and continued dumbly chanting her mantra, Richard turned to me and gleefully explained that they’d actually had an idea in the works for a little while, which they wanted to try out during her vacation time. But he’d already made her forget the idea, so it’d come as a total surprise to her when it happened.

I listened to him describe the fiendish plan, my incredulous and lustful smile spreading wider by the minute. He had a kind of genius for evil ideas to carry out with his hypnotic subjects - as did Alyssa, because this mad scheme had been just as much hers as his.

And I, the newly-rechristened Jelly Doll, had basically just handed my free will over to them.

How fucking awesome was that?!

For the next part of the story, read the sixth entry of Exploring Together: The Continued Adventures. Jelly will return soon with her perspective on the shenanigans to come...

If you're interested in a hard copy of the original Exploring Together, it's available now from Lulu.com!

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