Before we go any further I feel I should apologise for the tortured chapter title. I thought of it, I groaned out loud, and then I said to myself, “Well, now this has to be inflicted on everyone else!” It’s the kind of bad pun Richard would enjoy.

So, a few days passed after my first hypnotic experience. Like I said last chapter, we had a pretty busy week - me at the clinic, Alyssa at the restaurant, and Richard in meetings with his writing team - and there wasn’t enough time for any more all-out crazy hypno-fucking. That’s not to say there was neither hypno nor fucking that week - they just weren’t combined! I mean, hey, we all had to go to bed at some point - usually the same bed... As for hypnosis, Richard and I grabbed a little time here and there to do a bit more, so I could get more used to trance. I’d gone under so easily and responded to suggestions so well on that first night, but we wanted to make sure it wasn’t a fluke. Luckily, it wasn’t. Every time, I fell into that peaceful dark void as easily as slipping beneath the surface of a swimming pool.

We’d meet up at his and AJ’s apartment and at mine, and I’d lie on the couch or in bed. I’d call him when one of us was on a break, and he’d hypnotise me over the phone. We even met at a diner at lunchtimes, so he could put me in trance right there in the booth. Those last two got me used to keeping my eyes open and my body upright while dropping deep - something that actually came pretty easily to me, given how I’d subconsciously conflated being hypnotised with becoming a rigid, poseable doll. Bystanders would think I was just sitting there listening to him intently, and to be fair I was - but my mind was empty, my body was immobilised, and my awareness was narrowed down only to myself and anything he said to me. There was only one real person in that booth, and it sure wasn’t me - I was just a toy.

We didn’t do anything especially saucy during my continuing hypnotic training, for a few reasons. When in public, I obviously didn’t want to do anything too risky (no matter how exciting the thought of public lewdness was). Even when we were in private, we didn’t have enough time or energy to properly get into anything more than inductions, deepening, and a little fractionation. Alyssa had got to the point where she could turn the hypno-horny on and off like a faucet, but as responsive as I was, I wasn’t there yet - I needed time to wallow in trance and get myself properly wet! Mind you, I’d always end our mini-sessions at least a little turned on, because, y’know, hypnosis is hot. (I doubt I need to tell you guys that!)

Anyway, the next evening we all had free was the evening Alyssa’s ‘brain-cation’ started. Those of you who’ve kept up with her side of the story will know all about this now, but for those who haven’t, this was the idea I vaguely touched upon at the end of last chapter, which she and Richard came up with together before she voluntarily had it wiped from her memory. The long and the short of it is, she had six days off work, so for the first four of them, Richard switched her with her alter-ego, so Danielle’s mind was in their body and Alyssa’s mind was in the collar. They’d never let Dani out of her box for anywhere near this long before - and never without AJ there.

By the time I finished work and got to their apartment, AJ was already gone. (Anyone looking forward to her usual banter, you’ll be disappointed to learn she’s not in this chapter at all.) Richard was on the couch, watching something on his phone, and he grinned and winked at me by way of greeting. Danielle was kneeling at his feet, in her usual spot (as I would come to learn it was), her legs spread wide and her hands on her thighs with palms up, sighing delightedly as he stroked her hair. Off to a great start. Honestly, I was surprised she was still fully dressed in Alyssa’s work clothes, a white shirt and black trousers.

At the sound of the door closing behind me, Dani glanced over her shoulder, and her eyes lit up. “Jelly!” she cried. “It’s so good to see you again, I’ve been sooo looking forward to it!”

“Hi, Danielle!” I chuckled as I kicked off my shoes. Crossing the room, I stood in front of the couch and looked down at my seated boyfriend and the kneeling slave in my girlfriend’s body. It struck me, then, how different she looks to Alyssa - which might seem weird to say, given that they share a body. But it’s true. They carry themselves differently - their posture, their gait, their facial expressions. These few subtle changes combine to make Dani look genuinely different from AJ, in the same way that identical twins often look almost exactly the same but there’s just something ever so slightly distinct about each of them that you can use to tell them apart. Even just the way they angle their head - AJ tends to hold hers straight so she can look directly at you, whereas Dani points her face downwards and her eyes upwards, so she’s looking up at you demurely. Just that, the different angles, makes their face look so different.

I leaned over to kiss Richard hello, and then went to do the same to Danielle, but halfway through the movement I paused, stricken by a wave of sudden shyness. It really did feel like she was a different person from my girlfriend. I was used to kissing Alyssa, but this was only the second time I’d met Danielle. She smiled up at me patiently and cluelessly, utterly at ease and oblivious to my bashfulness. For some reason, that instantly made me feel more comfortable - she didn’t have any expectations, and she didn’t mind waiting for me, going at my pace and serving my needs, because she literally existed to serve. Also, she was super dumb, which was kinda entertaining.

I bent down and kissed her, gently at first and then a little more forcefully, pushing my tongue into her mouth, making her tilt her head back. She did so without any resistance, letting me take the lead. (Another contrast - usually AJ was the more dominant kisser, and lover, of the two of us, despite being the baby bi!) As I pulled away and leaned up, she gazed up at me dreamily, looking totally lovestruck.

I giggled. “I just realised that was our first kiss! Hope you liked it...”

“Oh, I did,” she sighed, biting her lip. Her legs squirmed a little on the carpet, but stayed spread apart. “It was perfect... You’re an amazing kisser.” She got a slightly naughty look in her eyes. “We have done other things, though, Jelly... At least, I was there when you and Alyssa were doing other things. Remember?”

I blushed again. On that first night, when a deeply-hypnotised and obliviously-masturbating AJ had still managed to dominate me and we’d 69’d on the carpet, she’d still been wearing the collar. So even though she hadn’t been an active participant in the pussy-eating, Danielle had had the best seat in the house. And to think, I’d been shy about kissing her!

“Yep. Yes, I remember,” I laughed, unable to meet the grinning slavegirl’s eye. As I moved to sit down, I shot a look back at her. She was still kneeling quite happily on the carpet. “Are you... are you good, down there? You don’t wanna, maybe, sit on a chair?”

“Oh no,” she said earnestly, her eyes like saucers, “slaves can’t sit on the same level as their Masters without permission. Slaves kneel. And I like to kneel here best.” She gestured to the patch of floor directly beneath her. “This is my spot.”

“Ooohh-kay then!”

I sat down next to Richard, who was giving Danielle more headpats, presumably to reward her for answering me in such a submissive way. “Good girl,” he said to her, clearly savouring her whimper in response, and then grinned at me. “Y’alright, chook?”

“I can’t get over it,” I stage-whispered to him, covering my mouth with one hand in a feeble effort to hide my words from Dani. “She’s so different! I mean, I bet AJ would kneel for you, but I have to imagine she’d give you so much shit for it!”

“You imagine correctly,” he sniggered. He was still caressing Dani’s head, his thumb rubbing the spot between her eyes, which were rolling in pleasure. Drool trickled out of her open, smiling mouth and down her chin.

“What’re you watching?” I asked.

He seemed to remember the phone in his left hand. “Oh, Danielle hypnotising AJ. I had her film it for our viewing pleasure...”

“Always planning ahead!” I eagerly shuffled closer to him, resting my chin on his shoulder and staring down at his phone as he replayed the video. On the screen, Dani leaned back into her kneeling position in the exact spot she was in right now, having clearly just started filming. Her expression abruptly shifted into an exasperated smile - recognisably AJ, who promptly began bickering with her body’s ‘co-pilot’. (‘Hijacker’ might be more accurate!) Seeing her visibly change from one persona to the other and back again, from one sentence to the next, was beyond crazy. I watched in awe as the figure on screen went from Alyssa spluttering and squirming, to Dani teasing and cajoling, trying to get her to admit how much she liked being toyed with and manipulated without her knowledge, while one or the other of them (or both) played with their tits.

Groping my own thighs as I watched, I let out a shaky laugh. “Fuck me...”

“Later,” he chuckled. I rolled my eyes at him.

All the while, present-day Dani stayed on her knees in front of us, shivering with delight as Richard absently ran his fingers through her hair. “Strip down to your underwear,” he abruptly commanded her, not even looking up from the video, watching as her hour-younger self lifted an outstretched finger and gently urged Alyssa to follow it back and forth.

“Yes, Master,” Danielle said with a broad smile, and began unbuttoning AJ’s shirt. My gaze flicked back and forth between my girlfriend getting hypnotised by her own waving finger on the screen, and her alter-ego peeling off her shirt and pants, folding them neatly in a pile, placing them on the armchair behind her, and kneeling back down once again. She now wore only lacy black underwear - my favourite of hers, mostly for the way the panties showed off her butt.

Richard was clearly aware of my adulation for the garments - either that, or he just liked them too. No sooner had Dani returned to her spot than he commanded her to get to her feet again. Closing the finished video, he opened Spotify and selected a playlist titled ‘Dance, Monkey’. (Apparently it’s a collection of specifically hypnosis-themed music he and AJ put together. I think she mentioned it in her story once...) “Give Jelly a lap dance, pet,” he ordered, as he pressed play.

“Yes, Master!” Giving me a sultry smile, she began to sway her hips in time to ‘Screwed’ by Janelle Monáe, her hands caressing up her sides and running through her hair, turning slowly on the spot to present her wiggling ass to me, and bending over to wave it at me. I laughed out loud, caught up in the sheer erotic madness, and reached out to fondle it with both hands. As she started to straighten up again, I couldn’t resist the urge to give her a hearty slap on her butt cheek. Letting out a short, high-pitched yelp, she gazed over her shoulder at me, smiling open-mouthed. “Thank you, Jelly,” she purred.

Hooking her thumbs under each side of her panties, she slowly eased them down, inching them over her ass as she continued to wave it back and forth in time with the music. The visibly damp underwear dropped to her feet - clearly, she was finding all this just as exciting as I was, if not more. Undoing her bra, she let it fall as well, but remained facing away from me, keeping her breasts hidden from my view - successfully tantalising me, even though I’d already seen them many times. (She who is tired of tits, is tired of life.)

As the song changed to ‘Taste of You’ by Dove Cameron, Danielle took a step backwards and lowered herself into my lap. Panting with lust, I wrapped my arms around her torso and buried my face in her hair, holding her close to me as she continued to dance in her seated position, swaying and gyrating to the beat, rubbing her drooling pussy on my black jeans. She had one hand stroking up my side, and reached round with the other to plunge it into my hair, keeping my head pressed into the back of her neck.

The girl I’d fallen for had voluntarily been transformed into a dumb, obedient slavegirl, who had in turn become my very own stripper... I was thrusting my hips upwards now, humping her bare ass, one of my hands squeezing her tits, the other groping her thigh... My fingers crept up her leg and began to tease her slit, making her moan indecently right into my ear...

“That’s enough,” Richard said suddenly, turning the music off. “Stand at attention, Danielle.”

“Yes, Master,” she gasped, and she scrambled off my lap and stood beside the couch, clasping her hands together behind her straightened back.

I pouted indignantly at him. “What the hell, man?”

“Pace yourself,” he chuckled. “I know, you probably want to relentlessly use her and command her and fuck her, right here, right now.”

“Uh, yeah, that sounds like a pretty great idea!”

“Believe me, I understand that urge! But that’s the great thing about slaves. You don’t have to do everything with her right away. You don’t have to keep coming up with things for her to do, to keep her busy or amused. She’s here to entertain and serve us, not the other way round.” Without breaking eye contact with me, he reached out with one hand and fondled Dani’s tit, sending tremors through her as she remained dutifully standing in place. “We can do other things, get on with other stuff, and she’ll still be here when we come back to her, waiting for orders patiently.”

I inhaled sharply. I had to admit, the idea of being able to leave Dani just standing around (or kneeling around) while we went away to do something else, and then coming back to find her where we left her, still happy, placid and subservient, was smoking hot. And it wasn’t lost on me that much of what he’d said could also apply to a frozen hypnotised doll...

“Besides, we have four whole days,” he remarked. “There’s plenty of time to do all sorts of sordid things with her!”

“I guess...” I sat back in my seat, gazing up at Danielle as she stood at attention. “But what are we gonna do now? I mean, I absolutely get what you’re saying, but, counterpoint - why have a slavegirl and not use her?”

“Well, I was thinking, this is the first real free evening we’ve all had together since the first time you got hypnotised. I know we’ve done a little bit more since then, but would you like another proper session?”

I giggled. “‘Proper’ meaning ‘long’, or ‘proper’ meaning ‘sexy’?”

He shrugged and smirked. “Both.”

While I’d been keen to play with Danielle and seize this rare chance to be the dominant one, the idea of being turned back into a mindless, poseable Jelly Doll was too tempting. I shot a glance at Dani. “What d’you think, hon? Should I get hypnotised again?”

“If you want to be, then yes, I think you should,” she nodded. She was still so meek, her first thoughts only of obedience, deferring to me and Richard before even considering her own opinion. But her lustful lip bite and smouldering stare gave away her enthusiasm for the idea. She wanted to see me lulled into a trance. She wanted to see me turned into a frozen toy. The thought of it drove her wild, just as it drove me and Alyssa wild.

I suddenly remembered Danielle hadn’t seen me hypnotised before - only AJ had. That didn’t seem fair to me. Dani shouldn’t get to miss out on the spectacle.

There, that was a good, solid, rational reason to go through with it, that had nothing to do with my own desperate longing for mesmerised bliss.

“Let’s do it.”

Richard grinned. “Lovely. Oh, but first -” He gave Danielle a meaningful look. “Haven’t you got a present for Jelly, slave?”

She gazed ponderously at him for a moment, and then the lights seem to switch on behind her eyes. “Oh, yeah! Of course, Master.” As I watched, she scurried around the surrounding space picking up her discarded underwear, placing them on top of her folded shirt and pants. Then she gathered the pile of clothing up in her arms, turned to me, and held them out. “Here, Jelly - these are for you!”

I stared up at her in total bemusement. “Uh - what?”

“They’re your present.” I waited for her to explain more, but clearly that was it. She just continued to hold out her own clothes to me, a big dumb smile on her face.

“Danielle really wanted to show you how much she likes you, and how much she’s looking forward to spending time with you and playing with you,” Richard told me. “So I suggested she give you a present as a sign of her affection.”

“Um, OK... but isn’t Alyssa gonna need them?”

“She’ll have to find them first,” he sniggered.

Ah. Now I got it, and I couldn’t help laughing. It wasn’t enough using AJ’s body for whatever took our fancy in the next four days... Once her mind was back in there, Richard wanted to continue pranking her! He’s such an asshole.

Turns out, I am too. I took the clothes from Dani and dumped them by the front door, resolving to take them back to my apartment and hide them somewhere. (This was all in good fun - AJ saw the funny side too when she eventually figured out what happened to her clothes, which was when she saw me wearing the panties a couple of weeks later. Don’t worry, she had other smart clothes she could wear to work while the shirt and pants were missing.)

Returning to my seat, I made myself comfortable in preparation for my trance. Seeing the slavegirl staring down at me with barely-disguised voyeuristic glee, I had a wicked idea. “Hey, Dani - would you be my footstool, please?”

Before I could give some bullshit excuse about how I thought I’d relax deeper if I could put my feet up, she sprang forwards eagerly. “Yes, Jelly!” Dropping onto all fours, she crawled in front of the couch and lined herself up with me, in the perfect position for me to rest my feet on her. She even brushed her mass of hair over her shoulders so it carpeted her back, to make the surface more comfortable.

I glanced at a grinning Richard. “This isn’t her first rodeo,” he assured me. “She’s had lots of practice being a footstool. She’s very good at it.”

“Thank you, Master!” she said, sounding genuinely grateful for the ‘compliment’. I imagined she looked grateful too, although I couldn’t tell because her face was pointing at the floor.

I sniggered, feeling a little silly for believing I’d come up with something mean and inventive. Of course Richard had already thought of it.

Lifting my legs over Danielle, I planted my heels in the blanket of soft hair. She didn’t make a sound or a twitch in response, keeping perfectly still, her arms and legs holding firm as they supported the weight of her body and my sock-clad feet.

“Oh, and Dani?” Richard said casually. “Footstools don’t know how to talk, so until I say otherwise, you can’t remember how to, either. Do you understand?”

There was a prolonged pause, before she responded with a little confused noise, “Uh.”

“Good girl.” She trembled a little at the lust trigger, the first movement she’d made since I’d had my feet on her. “Now stay nice and quiet while I hypnotise Jelly Doll, OK?” No response, even when he gave her a gentle pat on the butt with the sole of his foot.

I swallowed hard, staring down at the helpless submissive. Alyssa was well and truly gone now, and Danielle had been reduced to mere furniture. A convenient object, silent and unmoving.

And I was about to join her.

A big shiver went through me. Richard noticed, of course - he was sitting right next to me, and with Dani occupied, his attention was now fully on me. I turned my head to the right to look at him more clearly, taking in his face from close proximity. He hadn’t shaved since yesterday morning at a guess, so there were patches of bristly hair on his cheeks and neck. His soft blue eyes peered at me from behind the lenses of his glasses, his lips curled into a smirk - not a cruel one, more the kind of grin where you’re enjoying a joke with the person you’re grinning at. “Excited?” he asked, with a soft, knowing chuckle.

I grinned back at him. “Uh huh!”

“That can speed up the process, y’know,” he remarked, reaching out and gently tracing a fingertip over my upper arm. “Hypnosis is a state of mind, after all, and it’s a state of mind you’re growing used to. You’re getting more and more familiar with the feeling of deep, powerful, all-pervasive trance in every part of your brain. And I know how much you’ve been looking forward to feeling it again.”

“Mmm...”

“And the anticipation is going to help you get there all the faster. Because you’re ready to be hypnotised, because you’re craving a good strong trance, because you’re so keen to drop deep for me, you’re naturally more open, more responsive, more suggestible. You want to be hypnotised, and that means you’re halfway there already.”

As I’d been listening to him talk, my eager smile had faded into a faint shadow of itself. Now the corners of my mouth twitched upwards a little, but other than that I felt no need to react to what he was saying. I was content to sit there on the couch, hands on my lap, legs straight out in front of me, feet on Danielle’s back, staring into Richard’s encouraging face, hearing his scintillating words, letting him continue to stroke my arm.

“You remember how it feels so clearly, so vividly, from the times you’ve been hypnotised before. And remembering the feeling recreates it in the here and now. The more you remember being hypnotised... the more you think about being hypnotised... the more you imagine being hypnotised again... the more hypnotised you are. The more you find yourself sinking and dropping, going more blank and more mindless by the second, becoming a good Jelly Doll again.”

I was gone by then. Yeah, I know, that was fast! But the practice I’d had going into trance over the last week, combined with him playing on my excitement to do it again, had dropped me so quickly - just as he’d intended. Within only a couple of minutes, I had gone from a nervous but eager young woman to a glassy-eyed, motionless toy.

“And as you drop deeper and deeper, you find yourself telling me you love to be hypnotised.”

“I love to be hypnotised,” I mumbled, my tone devoid of emotion.

“You love to be controlled.”

“I love to be controlled.”

“You love to be played with.”

“I love to be played with.”

“Good toy, sinking deeper and deeper with everything you say... You’re a mindless toy.”

“I’m a mindless toy.”

“You’re an empty puppet.”

“I’m an empty puppet.”

“You’re an obedient Jelly Doll.”

“I’m an obedient Jelly Doll.”

“Good toy. And let your eyes close, as you drop.”

My eyelids flickered shut, what remained of my mind plummeting into the abyss. My body remained static, fixed in position, completely transformed into a frozen, empty-headed mannequin.

I felt him move me, tilting my head to the left slightly, raising and bending my arms, my fingers pressed together so they were one solid piece, like Barbie hands. He positioned them in mid-air in front of my head, a gap between them, like I was holding an invisible basketball up to my face. Every time he moved me, I sank a little deeper, becoming even more of an object.

“That’s right, Jelly Doll, so deep down now,” his voice soothed me, as his fingers caressed up my sides, and then slipped under my black crop top and rolled it up, exposing my chest. “So deep, you’re not a person any more. So deep, you can’t even remember how to be a person. Just a toy. Just a Jelly Doll. Just a pretty ornament, a decoration, for me to admire and enjoy and play with...”

His hands were certainly enjoying playing with my boobs - that was obvious even to a mindless toy like me. That was good. I liked to be used - that was what I was there for. It made me very proud to know he was getting satisfaction out of me. (And very horny, although that probably goes without saying at this point.)

After a while, he stopped groping me and rolled my shirt back down. His gentle fingertip traced up from right between my eyes to between my eyebrows, and my eyelids opened as if he’d flicked a switch. (Which he had - one he’d put there in a previous mini-session.) My blurred vision soon resolved itself, but remained fixed in one direction, staring out into the middle distance. Sliding one of his hands behind my back and the other under my butt, he shifted me forwards on the couch. My back was still against the seat, but with my butt scooched forwards, I was now practically lying down.

He raised my legs, finally lifting my feet off Danielle, and left them suspended in the air, putting my body at a ninety-degree angle. My eyes were now casting their vacant gaze on my right thigh. (Ah, my favourite thigh.) In the lower edge of my vision, I saw him reach for my waist, and then felt him unbuckle my belt. Inevitably, he then pulled down my jeans and boxers (yes, I wear boxers sometimes, they’re comfy), lifting my ass off the couch cushion for a moment as he tugged them around it. I watched my pants slide up my legs with disinterest, and felt them being slid off over my hovering feet, which he then lowered back onto Dani, before adjusting me so I was sitting up straight again.

“I think it’s time you started pretending to be a person again, Jelly Doll,” he remarked, as he tilted my head back to the centre again. “Don’t you agree?” Since I couldn’t respond, he nodded my head yes for me. “Alright then,” he snickered. “On the count of three, you’ll awaken and unfreeze, back to your normal self. One, two, three - wake.”

(Usually when I’m frozen, he only needs to say ‘unfreeze’ to get my brain and body moving again. However, when he freezes me during an induction, it usually works better to give me a count-up, so I have a little more time to gather my wits. Although, like I said at the start of the chapter, I’d started to blur the lines between being in trance and being frozen anyway, so it didn’t make much of a difference...)

Flinching a little, I shook my head dazedly as I came to my senses. With conscious thought came awareness of myself and my surroundings, and of what had transpired in the past five (ten? thirty? sixty?) minutes. I squirmed and clutched my bare thighs, finally noticing the throbbing of my bare cunt, and the warmth of the leather couch cushion against my ass cheeks. My feet wriggled, still wearing white socks, which seemed absurd given that I was otherwise naked from the waist down.

“I - I like that you decided to strip my bottom half but not play with it, but you groped my tits but didn’t take off my top,” I giggled.

Richard laughed along with me. “What can I say? Sometimes I’m weird.”

“Sometimes?” I teased.

“Besides, I didn’t take your jeans off for my sake. Well, not yet, anyway.”

I blinked, deciphering his meaning. In all the excitement, I’d almost forgotten about the docile little cutie still on all fours in front of the couch. Poor thing hadn’t made a sound or a movement all the time I was being hypnotised! (Well, if she had made a little noise or a twitch, I was too busy being a blank-minded toy to notice.) I patted her head with my left foot, brushing my fluffy white sole over her auburn mane. “Aw, look at her! She’s been a perfect footstool for me. Such a good girl.” I heard a soft gasp. “She definitely deserves some kind of reward...”

“I was thinking along similar lines,” Richard admitted, with that familiar mischievous grin of his.

I removed my feet from her back, folding my legs beneath me on the couch, and leaned forwards to look down at her more clearly. There was a growing puddle of drool on the carpet directly beneath her head. I tried to see if there was another puddle level with her crotch, but I couldn’t quite see around her from my seated position. I could smell arousal, but that could just as easily have come from me.

“Kneel up now, Danielle, and face towards Jelly Doll,” Richard ordered. With a groan, her limbs folded beneath her, and she slowly pulled herself upright and sat back on her haunches, eye-level with my bare legs. She looked up at us dazedly, a blissful smile on her face.

He nudged me. “Spread your legs, Jel. Give her a nice view.”

Chuckling, I obliged, lowering my feet onto the floor for the first time in what felt like hours. (I have to say, after having a footstool for so long, I kinda missed it!) With my legs wide open, the naked slavegirl had my pussy right in her sightline. She gave it a wild-eyed stare, panting with desire through her gaping mouth, letting more drool escape and tumble to the floor below.

“Isn’t she beautiful, Dani?” He ran his fingers through my hair tenderly, his eyes still on the kneeling submissive. “The more you look at her, the more bewitching you find her. The more you watch her, the more captivated you become. The more you admire her, the more aroused you get. Don’t you?”

She nodded frantically, still robbed of the power of speech, her gaze roaming over every inch of me, drinking me in with an enraptured face - though she naturally kept returning to the sight of my glistening slit. With a grin, I began to stroke my thighs with the backs of my fingers, as if framing my cunt for her. Anything I could do to help turn on our fucktoy, right? (By which I mean her, not me, for once...)

“Such a horny, needy slave,” he chuckled. “But what do you need? Can you tell me?”

She gave him a look of panic. “Um... ah - da buh,” she stammered, fighting valiantly to form a coherent word. But it was futile - the knowledge had been stolen from her. Try as she might, she couldn’t figure out how to talk, to tell us her fervent wish, to communicate her most intense desire.

Richard didn’t seem to be in a helpful, or merciful, mood. “What was that?” he asked, frowning and gesturing towards his ear. “Say again, Dani?” I spluttered with laughter.

“Hum ba! Da luh - wheeooh...” This last sound was the result when she seemed to be trying to force her lips into the right shape to make words. With that having failed, she leaned towards me and stuck her tongue out, lapping at the air in front of her.

“Hmm. Nope, I’m not getting it,” Richard said with a nonchalant shrug, a malignant glint in his eyes. “And if you can’t tell us what you want, we can’t help you. We can’t give you permission, or instructions - and you can’t do anything without those. So just stay there on your knees, plaything, and keep admiring the pretty Jelly Doll.”

Ignoring her anguished whimpers, he turned in his seat to face me. “So, still enjoying being turned into a living toy?”

“God, so much,” I tittered, playing along with him and paying no attention to the squirming slavegirl, or her intense fixation on my cunt. “It’s... I mean, it’s so hard to explain, to understand why it turns me on so much to be turned into a doll, a statue, and not be able to think or move for myself... And you posing me, and nodding my head for me, and I can’t do anything about it even if I want to...” I bit my lip and groped my tit through my top, only just stopping myself from pressing my thighs together to rub them against each other (because I didn’t want to spoil Dani’s view). “Fuck... I really don’t know why I love it so much, but I do...”

“I understand completely,” he nodded. “I wish I could understand why I feel the way I do - why hypnotising gorgeous ladies like you and AJ gets me so hard. Particularly since this - the mental dominance, and enslavement, and objectification - doesn’t align with my personal beliefs or politics at all.”

“I know, right? Me neither. I don’t like being treated like a sex object by, like, random strangers, or even people I know. But in the bedroom, with you and AJ? It’s... different. I really like it. And I don’t get why.”

He shrugged and grinned a little bashfully. “I’ve given up trying to figure it out at this point. A kink’s a kink. Maybe we don’t need to understand it, as long as we indulge in it safely, with people we trust.”

I nodded firmly. “I couldn’t agree more. I mean, I’d love to figure it out someday - why being ‘Jelly Doll’ makes me so fucking horny... Maybe I could see some kind of psychologist about it, a sex therapist or something. For the time being, I’m just happy to go with the fl-”

“Freeze, Jelly Doll,” he interrupted, with that wicked grin of his.

I was caught mid-word, my tongue protruding slightly from between my teeth as it was halted in the midst of making an ‘L’ sound. My hands were raised in front of my chest, halfway through making a waving gesture to evoke ‘going with the flow’. I stared blankly at my hypnotic boyfriend, not really seeing him (or at least, not registering the sight of him), all thoughts and emotions vanishing from my brain as I reverted to an immobile toy.

Richard repositioned my arms slightly so they were at right angles with my body - upper arms straight down my sides, forearms pointing out in front of me, the fingers of my doll hands rigidly pressed together again. (The truth was my arms didn’t need much moving, because of the position they were already in.) He pointed my face forwards and prised my teeth apart, slowly widening my jaw until my mouth was as open as it could be, the tip of my tongue still resting on my lower teeth.

Then he slid my ass up to the edge of the couch and laid me down, my legs spreading even further apart, my cunt right in Danielle’s face. I heard, but didn’t notice, some unintelligible babbling and mewling from her.

“Oh, you can almost reach her now, can’t you?” he teased her. (I didn’t register his words at the time, of course, but he restored my memory of them when our hypnotic shenanigans finished for the evening.) “I bet if you stuck your tongue out far enough, you could reach her from there... but don’t, slave. You can look, but don’t touch, just yet.”

My eyes were on the ceiling now, and my awareness condensed to just things happening to me, so although I saw some movement to my right, I couldn’t realise or understand that he had stood up and moved behind Danielle. As he told me later, he was getting a closer look at her agonised expression as she gazed ravenously at my juicy pussy. He gave her headpats, and leaned down and groped her tits, as she whined plaintively and squirmed on her knees, her insatiable thirst for me restrained by her unswerving obedience to his commands.

“You have been such a good slave, already, Dani,” he said fondly. “You’ve earned a reward. I think it’d be cruel of me to keep you waiting any longer.”

There was a prolonged pause, while that sociopath presumably went to get some popcorn.

Then, at last, he spoke again. “Well then, Danielle, you can have your prize - but you should make the most of it. Start on her legs, and work your way up.”

The next thing I felt was a pair of warm, wet lips on my thigh, making out with the soft skin.

“Enjoy our Jelly Doll, pet,” our Master coaxed her. “Take your time with her. Show your affection and desire for every inch of her along the way...”

She didn’t need any encouragement, believe me! She made out with my leg slowly, passionately, stretching out every kiss, every lick, every bite. Gradually, her adoring mouth travelled along my inner thigh, leaving a trail of tender hickies in her wake. And then, at last... oh, God, if I’d been human, I’d have been crying out at the top of my voice. As a sex doll, all I could do was breathe harder and faster as her lips caressed my labia. My rigid forearms, pointed up above my prone torso with their fixed plastic hands, barely wavered as I felt her tongue move inside me, curling deep within, the tip caressing a spot so sensitive that my human body would have been flailing and jolting. My gaping mouth and staring eyes stayed just as they were as she sucked my throbbing clit. She had me on the brink of ecstasy, and once again I couldn’t express it at all...

Nor was I capable of protesting, or even feeling disappointment, when Richard suddenly said, in an evil sing-song voice, “Oh dear, it seems you’ve run out of time! Back on your knees, Dani.” With a mournful wail that was muffled by my crotch, she pulled away.

“Did I forget to mention, you only had a certain amount of time to enjoy your reward?” he chuckled maliciously, as he pulled her to her feet and led her by the hand across the room. “Silly me. Maybe you shouldn’t have taken it slowly after all!”

He continued talking to her when they got to wherever he was taking her, but even if I could have been aware of his words, he was out of earshot now anyway. The last thing I’d been aware of was the eye-watering oral sex, and its premature end. After that, I was just a mindless fucktoy lying on the couch for an indeterminate span, unaware of the passage of time, still breathing heavily, still ripe and slick between my widespread legs.

The gap in time reached its end when I felt Richard’s strong hands grab my thighs from beneath, lifting and swivelling me so I was lying on the couch, my legs dangling over its arm. Then he slid his hands under my back and shuffled me along so I was fully on the chair, my head and feet on each arm. I was still in the sex doll pose he’d put me in. Wait, I can fix that sentence: I was still a sex doll.

“Thank you for getting her ready for me, Danielle,” he cackled, clambering on top of me. He raised my right leg and laid it across the couch’s back cushions, letting the other hang in mid-air off the side of the chair. I saw him loom over me, his face quickly growing larger as he descended, moving into my peripheral vision as he kissed my neck. His torso pressed against mine, and although I was still wearing my top, I felt that his chest was bare. He must have stripped off while he’d been out of my sightline.

Danielle’s saliva, combined with my own arousal, had lubricated me enough that his cock slipped inside me easily, smoothly. I felt him thrust deep, probing my cunt, brushing against the special spot Dani had reached with her tongue. I didn’t react at all, beyond my breathing and blinking. The hypnosis held me in its iron grip, keeping me locked in the mental and physical form of a mannequin, lying paralysed beneath him.

This sweet, unassuming young man... controlled me completely. He could turn me from an intelligent, independent woman with hopes and dreams and desires of my own, into a simple object, a toy to be used however he wished, in an instant. I was completely powerless to stop him from using me for his relief. I was his blow-up doll, his fleshlight, his cocksleeve...

Until he growled, “Unfreeze,” in my ear.

I sprang to life with a thunderous howl, instinctively wrapping my limbs around him like tentacles. (So I guess when I’m not a doll, I’m a squid.) “Uhhh! Huh... heh... hi,” I laugh-moaned as he kept fucking me, barely slowing down.

“Hi,” he panted, grinning at me from an inch above my face. “Welcome back!”

“Yuh - you - you enjoying yourself there?” I spluttered.

“Veeery, very much... I just brought you back... to double check... you’re OK with all this...”

“Ohhh, lime, dude, lime!”

“Lovely... And also... I thought you might like... to see what... Danielle’s doing...” He gestured across the room with a flailing arm. I turned my head to look, while he nibbled the skin above the end of my lower jawbone.

Danielle was standing in the corner, watching us longingly. Streams of drool dripped unnoticed from her slack mouth, trickling down her chest, as she fingered herself furiously.

The poor girl had been forced into the role of a helpless voyeur, a spectator within her own relationship, being cuckolded right before her eyes after being denied the chance to bring me to climax with her mouth. All she could do now was watch and masturbate - with a caveat even for that. “She can’t cum,” Richard grunted. “Not until we both do...”

Hnnngh. This final act of malice towards our brainwashed girlfriend was enough to take me right to the brink. I convulsed, one hand grabbing him by the upper arm, my eyes rolling, my inner walls contracting and squeezing his cock...

“Freeze, Jelly Doll, and then cum.”

An instant away, and I locked in place, my shrill cry of ecstasy cut off, my face stuck in an ahegao, my arms and legs suspended mid-flail around me (except for the one still holding onto him). Just like last time, the freezegasm went on and on - I waxed poetic about the first one last chapter, and this one was similarly mind-breaking and leg-quaking. The difference was, last time I’d known on some level of my consciousness that I was going to cum while still a doll. This time it caught me off guard, and was somehow even hotter for that.

I felt Richard ploughing into me, burying his head in my shoulder and gasping loudly as he fired a spurt of his own inside me. “Release,” he sighed as he pulled out, and I melted into a puddle of moaning, sweaty flesh. He rolled off me onto the inside of the couch, lying next to me with an arm and a leg splayed across me.

“You good?” he mumbled.

“Uhh... I only ever want freezegasms from now on,” I blurted breathlessly. “Can I only ever have freezegasms from now on? Please?”

He shook with laughter. “I’m - I’m sure we can arrange that!”

As I squirmed out of his arms and pulled off my sweat-soaked crop top, there was a sudden wail from across the room. I glanced over to see Danielle shuddering violently, leaning against the wall behind her as her legs buckled.

“Oh, she finally got to cum, yay!” I cheered, flinging my top aside and lying back down.

“Bless her,” he sniggered, absent-mindedly tweaking one of my nipples between finger and thumb as he stared across the room at the slavegirl writhing against the wall. He raised his voice and added, “She’s been such a good girl!” Her moaning stopped briefly, then resumed at a higher pitch, as she was hit with a pleasure spike in the middle of her orgasm.

“She really has,” I murmured, cuddling him, part of my attention still on Dani’s melodious cum-noises. “Especially after we’ve been so mean to her. Well, you mostly. But me too.”

“You think that was mean?” he chuckled evilly. “Oh, I’m just getting started. Four days, Jelly Doll. Believe me, I have plans and schemes.”

I grinned. “I can’t wait to see what you’ve got in store for her...”

***

Later that night, after disentangling myself from Richard and Dani in bed and visiting the bathroom, I wandered into the living room, curious to see the collar which supposedly contained my girlfriend’s mind. I took it out of its box on its shelf for a couple of minutes, holding it in the palm of my hand, gazing at it ponderously. I wondered what it must be like for Alyssa. Was she aware of where she was, what was happening? Or was she sleeping, completely dormant? Or was she somewhere between the two?

In my mind’s eye, I saw her adrift in a pitch-black, empty space, hanging suspended in the void. She was totally naked, of course, and gave all appearances of being asleep, but from time to time her eyelids would flutter, and she would twitch, and rub her thighs together, and paw at her boobs. Unconscious, but still aware, on some level, of her predicament, her imprisonment, and her helplessness to escape. And with that faint awareness would come arousal, obviously, which would be enhanced by even the lightest touch on the collar. It was her body now, or a proxy for it, and she felt what it felt - but a hundred times stronger and more intimately. I ran my fingertip over the soft leather, imagining it was her sensitive skin, picturing her squirming with pleasure in the midst of that darkness.

Of course, I knew it was all ridiculous. I knew that she wasn’t really in there, any more than I was a living doll - that it was just a hypnotic suggestion for her brain to respond to, to shut her personality away until it was time to bring her back. But the fantasy was harmless, and it was turning me on a whole bunch. And if it helped to act as though it was all real, like Richard and Alyssa were, then I would, too.

Danielle certainly seemed to believe it was real. (Which doesn’t make much sense given that she kinda isn’t real herself, but let’s not overthink it.) She spent the next four days serving our every whim, cooking, cleaning, fetching, tidying, fucking and sucking as required. She did finally get to eat me out properly and enjoy my gushing climax, while I got my own wish for more freezegasms - Richard gave me a new trigger so that if I’m not already frozen when I cum, I freeze just as I’m about to, and unfreeze when I’m finished. I don’t think I’ve had a regular orgasm since then, and nor do I plan on having any in the near future!

I’m not gonna go into too much more detail about what we did to mess with Dani, because someone has prepared their own account of the brain-cation, and I don’t want to spoil any of the really hot stuff. I will say this, though - she’s damn cute. She obeyed all our commands without complaint - in fact, she relished them, because being a slave turns her on. Even if I didn’t already know that, I’d have guessed, because she spent those four days either naked, or wearing her adorable maid uniform with no underwear.

Oh, and there’s one little anecdote you won’t see in The Continued Adventures, because I called dibs on talking about it. On day three, Richard told me to strip off and go stand in the living room. I was puzzled, but complied, suspecting there’d be an entertaining reason. Sure enough, he followed me out and froze me, before lifting and carrying me over to the couch and standing me in front of it, facing Danielle, who was already on her knees in her usual spot, awaiting orders. He posed me with my head angled slightly up and to my left, staring into nothing, one hand on my chest above my tits, the other fondling my butt.

He left me there for some time (I guess about half an hour) with Dani kneeling before me, gazing up at me in adoration. It turns out he’d given her a suggestion where she felt compelled to look at me, to study me intently and admire my naked form. But after a while the sight of me would become too intense for her, like I was glowing with brilliant light and hurting her eyes, and she’d have to lower not just her head but the whole top half of her body onto the floor, pressing her face into the carpet, until it was safe for her to sit up and admire me again.

I’ve gotta say, frozen and mindless as I was, it still felt pretty fucking great to be worshipped like that. To have a kneeling slavegirl observing me with spellbound reverence, and literally bowing and scraping at my feet. I was a goddess, or a statue of one at least, and she was my most devout follower.

***

As hot as it was to banish Alyssa and play with her body without her knowing what was happening, by day four we were sorely missing her signature wit and snark. A simple-minded, utterly obedient slavegirl was definitely fun, but nothing beats a mind-controlled brat whose every act of submission is accompanied by a tsunami of cursing and mockery (mostly directed at Richard).

I felt a little guilty knowing Danielle was being sent away again so we could bring AJ back. I know she’s a made-up person, and I know it wasn’t me who was responsible for the scenario, but I still felt complicit in... I don’t even know how to describe it. But after spending all that time with her, it felt a little off to just stash her away in the collar again (however hot it also was).

Maybe I felt that way because of something Dani said on day three (long after Richard had given her back the English language). He was out of the room, and I was watching TV and casually chatting with the slavegirl, who knelt in her spot holding my glass of cider in her outstretched hand.

I can’t even remember the exchange that led up to it - I might have been talking about my job at the clinic, and what it entailed, but I’m not sure. But I remember her offhandedly saying, “It must be nice to live in the world, and meet people. I think I’d like that.” I stared at my human cupholder, but she didn’t elaborate, and I felt awkward pressing her.

As it turned out, it might have been worth talking to her some more. But that’s a story for another day...