After being lulled to sleep by my girlfriend’s chloroform lips and left lying limply, I was surprised when I emerged from trance to find myself sitting up straight on the other end of the couch, rigid and plastic. My eyes were staring glassily into space, my lips slightly parted, my arms angled in action-figure poses in front of me. Inhaling sharply and shivering with delight as my body and mind unfroze, I looked around with a confused, flustered smile. The last thing I remembered I was snuggled up next to AJ - now, she was nowhere to be seen.

Richard was sitting in the nearest armchair, grinning mischievously at me. I smirked back at him, fanning myself with one hand. “Hey, man. Good pose.”

“Thank you. It looked good on you.” He winked at me. “How you feeling?”

“Hot. Super hot.” I didn’t just mean ‘turned on’, I was actually feeling very warm all of a sudden. I wasn’t sure if it was just a result of me getting worked up, or if the temperature in the room was rising - or both. Richard seemed unaffected, but then he was wearing his usual T-shirt and shorts combo, whereas I was in a navy jumpsuit. The fabric was pretty floaty and breathable, but still...

Continuing to fan myself with my left hand, I pulled the jumpsuit’s zip the rest of the way down, although there wasn’t much further to go (I hadn’t zipped it back up since he’d drawn it down past my breasts). Panting a little, feeling beads of sweat on my forehead, I slid my arms out of the sleeves and let the outfit fall off my upper body, its folds dropping onto the couch cushion around me.

“Did that help?” Richard asked.

“Not a lot,” I admitted, now using both hands to propel air towards my face and bare chest.

“Can I do anything, get you anything?”

“Got any ice cream?” I asked hopefully. The instant I’d thought of it, my mouth had started watering. Fuck, that would’ve been perfect just then - a nice bowl of ice cream would cool me down so much...

“Now that you mention it, I did just buy some,” he replied nonchalantly.

I gasped. “You’re my frickin’ hero. What flavour?”

“Raspberry ripple.”

“Well, you’re definitely getting laid tonight.” He burst out laughing at that.

I licked my lips in anticipation for the bowl of raspberry ripple, my favourite flavour of ice cream. (It’s what the British call raspberry swirl, apparently. I call it ‘raspberry ripple’ now too, because I like alliteration. Alyssa sticks with ‘swirl’, because she likes warring with Richard over whether the British or American names for things are correct - readers of her story might remember the couch/sofa debate!)

“So come on then, get me a bowl.”

“Could you not ask just a bit more politely?” he chuckled.

“I mean, I thought politeness kinda went out the window when I got half-naked and then promised to fuck you, but sure, whatever.” I affected a demure expression and a meek, deferential tone, while arching my back to make my tits more pronounced, as I asked, “May I please have a bowl of delicious ice cream, my beloved boyfriend and mind-manipulating Master?”

“I sense mockery, but I’ll let it pass.” He snapped his fingers, and then gestured to the other end of the couch from me. “Enjoy!”

Blinking with surprise, I looked to my right and saw a porcelain bowl sitting on the couch cushion. It was filled to the brim with pale yellow ice cream, through which I could see thick pink veins of raspberry syrup.

Letting out a joyful whoop, I scrambled off my seat and knelt on the floor in front of the couch, looming over the bowl. Brushing my hair back with my hands so it wouldn’t get in the way, I lowered my face down towards the topmost blob and pushed my tongue into it, the tip gliding smoothly through the dessert.

The chilly temperature, the soft texture, the sweet vanilla taste combined with the sugary raspberry flavour - it was sheer ambrosia. I dove further in, burying my face in the ice cream and lapping at it hungrily, my mouth opening wide enough to engulf the bowl’s contents while my tongue licked, and licked, and licked. My hair fell forwards and got in the way of my eyes and my face, but in my dairy-fuelled frenzy I no longer cared. As much as I ate, the bowl never seemed to get any emptier - there never seemed to be any less ice cream inside. I was too busy being grateful, luxuriating in the endless supply of confectionery cooling down my boiling body, to notice how strange that was. But then, I’d failed to notice a lot of strange things about this situation.

Finally, I reached the bottom of the bottomless pit, and was rewarded with a particularly thick burst of raspberry that seemed to explode from the bowl into my mouth. Gasping, I sat up straight, leaning back on my legs, and tried to lick up some of the syrup smeared around my mouth and over my chin.

“Feel better?” Richard sniggered.

I grinned at him, getting up from the floor and returning to my seat. “So much better. Thanks, Rich, I really needed that.”

“Clearly! I was going to apologise for not giving you a spoon - we’ve run out of clean ones...”

“That’s alright.” It hadn’t even occurred to me to use a spoon, though in hindsight I guessed that would have been more sensible - not to mention, more dignified - than sticking my face in the bowl like an animal. But I wasn’t troubled. My urgent need for ice cream had strongly suppressed any thoughts of dining etiquette!

He raised an eyebrow as I kept smacking my lips and running my tongue around my mouth. “Sure you’ve had enough? I could get you some more if you’d like.”

I smiled broadly. “I’d like that, but I don’t wanna be greedy - leave some for you and AJ.” Then I frowned and glanced around. “Where is she, anyway? I thought we were hanging out...”

“Oh, she went out for a bit,” he answered, casually raising a hand into the air. “But she should be back right about... now.” He snapped his fingers.

All of a sudden Alyssa was sitting next to me, still wearing her elaborate sexy get-up from earlier, although it was a little more dishevelled now. She sat in a slump on the couch, her head and back sinking into the cushion, hooded eyes gazing up at the ceiling, her mouth hanging slackly agape. Her face was flushed a deep red, and her hair was plastered to her head with sweat.

“Oh, hi AJ,” I said mildly, noticing her sweaty exhaustion. “What, did you go for a run or something? In this heat?”

She said nothing, but raised her head laboriously from the couch and glared at Richard.

He grinned back at her. “Y’know, Jelly Doll, I think she’s a little upset that you ate her raspberry ripple.”

“Oh! Oh no, was that yours?” I shot her an apologetic grimace. “Sorry, babe, I had no idea! D’you want me to get you a fresh bowl?”

She sighed heavily and rolled her eyes, but still didn’t speak. Her mouth twitched in that familiar trying-to-suppress-a-flustered-smile way as she kept staring daggers at our boyfriend.

It was then that my incredible observational skills registered her splayed-out pose. Her arms were bent at the elbows, her hands resting palm-up on the back cushion and the armrest either side of her, looking kind of like they were tied or shackled in place by the wrists. Her legs were spread wide, the right bent at the knee with the sole of her foot planted on the very edge of the cushion she was sitting on, the left lying flat and pointing diagonally across the middle of the couch with the foot protruding off the end. She hadn’t moved from this position since her appearance on the seat, other than some gentle shifting and twitching.

“Why are you a starfish?” I chortled.

She let out a snort, her head falling back as she shook with silent laughter. That was a point - why wasn’t she saying anything? I’d never known her to be so quiet - she even has a tendency to mumble in her sleep. (Real sleep, not trance - although I guess she mumbles in that, too.) My dumb doll brain was slowly starting to put pieces together - she wasn’t talking, and her hands and feet seemed to be pinned in place. Also, she was trying to murder Richard with her eyes.

I turned to him, smirking. “Oh, you’re messing with her, aren’t you? You’ve tied her up, muted her voice - am I right?”

“Well done!” he said, his tone layered with mocking praise.

I took his condescension at face value, because again, dumb dolly brain. “I guess she could do with sitting down for a while after her run,” I remarked, studying my incapacitated girlfriend, who rolled her eyes at me. “Aw, what’s the matter, AJ?” I teased, shifting along the couch towards her. “Did he not give you a choice in the matter?”

She stuck out her tongue defiantly.

“Ah, but we all know you prefer it that way,” I continued, warming to my theme as I leaned in close. “You like having no control, letting your Master command you and restrain you, getting no say... Hey, maybe that’s why you’re all hot and bothered...”

Blushing even harder, she bowed her head, refusing to meet my eye. I sent my fingertips dancing up her side from her hip to her armpit, quickly and nimbly stroking at her bare skin through her fishnet top. She gasped and shuddered, powerless to defend herself or even squirm away from my tickling, quick wracking breaths substituting for what would have been hysterical laughter as her eyes scrunched shut and her head thrashed from side to side.

“That’s right, Alyssa,” I taunted. “Just a helpless plaything for us to tickle and toy with, and you love it...”

“AJ, release.”

She let out a squawk and batted my hands away. What followed was a brief wrestling match, as I tried to reach her and continue tickling her while she seized my wrists and held me back with all her strength, both of us shaking with mirth. Finally giving up, I slid back over to my side of the chair and pouted at Richard. “And I was having so much fun!”

“You bitch,” Alyssa spluttered. “And yes, I was talking to both of you.”

Richard burst out laughing. “That’s probably fair!”

I grinned and prodded her bare thigh with my foot. Oh, yeah - she was naked from the waist down, her jeans lying on the floor in a tangle, her panties nowhere to be seen. I felt like I’d noticed that already, but it hadn’t made an impression on my mind at all. “Do you want that ice cream now? I should be the one to go and get it, since I ate yours...”

She dissolved into giggles, burying her face in her hands. “You sure did,” she hooted.

Bemused, I looked back and forth from her to Richard. “Uh, what’s the joke?”

He smiled that trademark scary-sexy smile of his. “What d’you think, AJ - should we let her in on it?”

“No-no-no, I wanna see if she can figure it out,” she replied quickly, grinning madly at me.

“What the hell are you guys talking about?” I tittered.

“C’mon Jelly Doll,” Alyssa teased, making me blush (just as I did every time my new nickname was used). “Think about it. You got all hot all of a sudden and wanted ice cream, and then what happened?”

“Uh, Richard got some for me.”

“Alright - and then?”

“I ate it.” I stared at her, completely unsure what point she was trying to slow-walk me to.

“And after that...?”

“You came back, and Rich tied you up with hypnosis.”

“OK. Now, tell me - did you actually see me come back in? Did you see him go and get the ice cream?”

“Yes.” I answered instantly, decisively. But the moment I’d said it, I felt less certain. I mean, I had seen both those things. I must have. I was having a little trouble picturing it, but that was definitely what had happened.

Her mocking grin grew wider. “Are you sure?”

“I... um.” I found I couldn’t answer - because I wasn’t sure, not any more. I’d seen how hypnosis had affected AJ’s memories and perception - how she’d continued conversing normally and utterly failed to notice when Danielle hijacked her body and masturbated. Could I have been affected the same way? I’d thought I hadn’t been hypnotised right at that moment, but I couldn’t be certain. Was I remembering accurately, or was I responding to some kind of suggestion? AJ’s super-patronising tone wasn’t helping - she was addressing me like I was a small child. I guess this heckling was fair enough, given how I tormented her when she was bound - but my increasing fluster wasn’t making my brain work any better!

She sat back in the position she’d been in when she’d been bound. “What if I told you I never left? What if I said I’d been here all along - exactly here, stuck just like this with my pants off - and you just didn’t see me?”

I blinked in astonishment. I could’ve sworn that wasn’t true. I would’ve bet money that Alyssa was just making shit up to mess with me, to make me doubt my reality. But I found it incredibly easy to picture - her, fixed in place, invisible to me as I talked normally with our hypnotist boyfriend. As I suddenly got so boiling hot, I urgently needed a cold refreshing dessert. As he got me a bowl of ice cream, a strangely bottomless bowl of raspberry ripple with no cutlery accompanying it, that magically materialised next to me, in the middle of the couch cushion.

Precisely where AJ’s butt was planted, her legs hypnotically tied so they were spread wide apart, exposing her bare, pink, throbbing pussy.

I stared, speechless, at her glistening mound, my poor brain completely short-circuiting as realisation finally hit me like a lightning bolt. I was suddenly very aware of the traces of ‘syrup’ on my cheeks that my tongue hadn’t quite been able to reach.

“I hope you enjoyed my raspberry swirl, Jel,” AJ cackled. “Or, yeah, ‘raspberry ripple’, if you prefer. I don’t mind either, I’d rather you called it that than ‘cunt’. Besides, it suits it, right? You of all people know they’re equally tasty...”

“Fuck,” I said at last, turning in my seat and plunging my reddening face into the back couch cushion, with every intention of keeping it there forever.

“Aw, what’s the matter, Jelly Doll?” she jeered, mimicking my mockery of her.

“I don’t know what’s real any mooore,” I whimper-giggled, still refusing to look directly at her.

“Yeah, I’d say you get used to that, but I haven’t.” She sighed dramatically. “Although I don’t know if it’s better to know what’s going on. I was fully aware, y’know, sitting here bound and muted while you ate me out...” I finally looked up in time to see her bite her lip and shudder with pleasure at the memory. My own memories were starting to change as she spoke, the falsehoods and the presumptions falling away to reveal the true version of events. I could recall the ‘bowl of ice cream’ as it really was, as I dove in face-first and vigorously ran my tongue over her needy, juicy pussy. I remembered hearing her desperate gasping and panting as I licked deep inside her crevice and sucked on her labia, my hands tightly grasping her thighs.

“I mean, it’s not like I would’ve pushed you away if I could move,” she continued matter-of-factly. “I’d have wrapped my legs around your head, grabbed your hair, held you down... talked to you! But nope, I was stuck silent-starfish-ing.”

I squirmed, doubly flustered and wet at her words. How could she get the upper hand over me so easily when she’d been the one tied down and devoured mere minutes earlier? I knew she wasn’t particularly dominant, so was I just an absolutely massive sub? (Yes. Yes, I was, and am, and ever shall be.)

“I can hardly blame you, since Fuck Hawk messed with your mind too,” she remarked, sitting forwards on the couch and giving me a sadistic smile. “But the teasing and tickling, when you knew I was there? That cannot go unpunished. I think we oughta even things out a little.”

I gulped apprehensively, my mouth bursting into a broad grin almost of its own accord, my excitement at the prospect of sexy retribution (sextribution, if you will... but you probably won’t) refusing to stay hidden.

“Jelly Doll, freeze,” she blurted, wild-eyed and smiling madly.

And at once my embarrassment and trepidation dissolved, and I reverted to a brainless toy, my mannequin body sticking where it was, turned backwards on the couch with my arms resting on the back cushion and my legs folded beneath me. My wide toothy beam fixed on my face, a true doll’s smile, my glassy eyes staring at a gleeful AJ with no recognition.

“Huehehehe,” she goblin-laughed, which provoked uproarious mirth from Richard. “Reveeenge!” She scooted towards me, placed her hands on my sides, and carefully turned me to face her, so I was now sitting sideways, my arms now lying on an invisible surface in front of me, hovering in the air. Untangling my legs from beneath me, she spread them wide and laid the right one flat across the chair behind her, the left one pointing off the edge of the seat. She eased my increasingly-crumpled jumpsuit over my hips and under my ass, pulling it down my legs and throwing it aside (at which point, I believe, Richard fetched it and laid it out more neatly on the nearby armchair).

She got up close to me, wrapping her own legs around my waist as she tilted my head from side to side. “Now, Jelly Doll, you’re going to be a good toy from now on, aren’t you? You’re going to be perfectly obedient and do everything I ask, isn’t that right?” She nodded my head for me, my vision blurring as my locked eyes whizzed up and down. My rictus grin never wavered.

“Good fuckdoll,” she sniggered, and started greedily groping my bare boobs with absolutely no preamble. And why should there be? It’s not like she needed to warn me. I was just her nude, mindless toy, my body there for her enjoyment, my boobs her stress balls. She could do whatever she wanted with me at any time.

“Such a good, frozen fuckdoll,” my half-naked girlfriend elaborated, lustfully studying my paralysed expression as her fingertips sank into the soft flesh of my tits and her thumbs rubbed my rock-hard nipples. “So perfectly frozen, your mouth doesn’t move, your smile doesn’t fade, whatever I do to you. Even if I do... this...”

And she leaned in and planted a kiss on my rigid mouth, which, sure enough, remained stuck in that broad smile. Giggling, she carried on, her lips smacking against my bared teeth. I can’t imagine that could’ve felt pleasant, but she was undeterred - perhaps the novelty was enough to spur her on. Whatever the reason, she kept making out with my smiling thoughtless face, her hands wandering down my body to grasp at my butt cheeks. Her legs tightened their hold on my body, her lower body nudging closer and closer to mine, until our drooling lower lips met.

I didn’t move at all, aside from my little breaths and infrequent blinks, allowing Alyssa to plant hungry, possessive kisses all over my frozen face and hump my petrified body. I was a perfect porcelain plaything for my adoring owner.

Pressing her soft lips to the tip of my nose for a second, she shunted backwards, jubilantly admiring my unchanged countenance, and then bowed down and deftly flicked my right nipple with her tongue. Although it made no more than the slightest tremor, my motionless body sang with pleasure. My cunt ached with longing, missing the clumsy kissing of her pussy. I couldn’t complain, though, even if I wanted to.

“Enjoying yourself there, AJ?” Richard was still happily spectating from his armchair, no doubt stroking himself to the sight before him.

“Mm-hm.” She couldn’t answer more eloquently with her mouth engulfing my tit. As she sucked avidly, her hand crept up to the back of my head and tilted it forwards, so I could see her gazing up at me doe-eyed.

“Must be nice to have a Jelly Doll to take out your frustrations on,” he noted. “After being so controlled and powerless for - well, almost a year now - I’m sure you’re loving having someone you can finally get the upper hand over.”

“Mmm.” She grinned wickedly, trapping my nipple between her front teeth and tugging on it for a tantalising moment. “Love playing with my Jelly Doll,” she murmured, sitting up straight and brushing hair out of her face. She kindly did the same for me after straightening my head back up, and then tilted it slightly to the right. Pressing her fingertips into the skin above and below my lips, she prised my unresisting mouth open, my locked jaw coming apart easily.

“Hey, AJ?” he asked nonchalantly.

“Yeah?” She was largely ignoring him, her attention on me as she extended my arms into a sleepwalker pose.

“Look into my eyes.”

“Awwuh...” Her gaze was pulled away from me, her head turning to stare past me at Richard, her expression going slack and vacant. Her hands relinquished my wrists, her arms dropping limply to her sides.

“Aaand there goes the upper hand,” I heard him chuckle.

We sat like that for a long moment, two hypnotised playthings gazing mindlessly in different directions. But Richard couldn’t just stand back and admire us for too long - his compulsion to mess with us was as strong as our compulsion to obey him. Besides, the Almighty Mindfuck(hawk)er had evil schemes to enact!

Alyssa soon began to move me again, though this time with placid blankness rather than mischievous excitement, and at the direction of our boyfriend rather than her own whims. The mind-controlled zombie turned me to face forwards and sat me back in my chair, lowering my arms from their outstretched position, and then slumped next to me, her hair draping over my shoulder and chest.

Approaching us, Richard leaned down and helped himself to handfuls of tit as he spoke to us in his enchanting hypno-voice, planting sneaky, sexy suggestions in our minds. I listened blankly, I absorbed his instructions, and I dutifully forgot he’d told me anything as soon as he commanded me to. In the moments before my memories vanished, I was dimly aware that AJ would be responding in much the same way as she drooled on herself beside me.

“Jelly, unfreezing as I wake AJ,” he said evenly, still happily groping us. “Both of you - three, two, one, wake.”

My stiff stone body reverted to soft flesh once more, and I giggled and batted at the hand on my right breast. AJ just stared up at him with her usual annoyed-but-not-really smirk, making no move to dislodge his grip on her left boob. “You really can’t let me get any tiny crumb of power, can you?”

“Of course not,” he said matter-of-factly, winking at her. “You’re a plaything. Playthings are powerless, it’s kind of in the job description.”

“Nngh.” She shuddered and pawed at her remaining tit, her physical reaction to those words hindering any bratting she might’ve been about to do. I could understand how she felt. I was so fucking turned on - I had no concept of how long I’d just been frozen for, but it felt like it’d been quite a while. Richard had been teasing and toying with me from the moment I’d arrived, even before he’d been hypnotising me, and it was all starting to add up. My cunt was pulsating more desperately by the second.

Letting go of our boobs, he returned to his seat, still smiling smugly. “Were you surprised by the whole raspberry ripple thing, Jelly? By how easily convinced you were that you were eating a bowl of ice cream, not AJ’s pussy?”

“Hell, yeah.” I blushed deeply. “I, I really thought it - I mean, I saw it. I tasted it. And the whole time... And I know she’ll believe anything you tell her.” I nodded at AJ, who made an indignant noise. “But now I, um, I guess I will too...”

I shrank down in my seat a little, squirming under my boyfriend’s scrutiny. He was a picture of triumphant joy - which, I mean, wouldn’t you be, if you had two helplessly hypnotised maidens under your power? If you could shape their reality into whatever you chose? I’d say I was jealous, except I don’t want to be in his position. I’m quite happy where I am. So’s Alyssa, although she might claim not to be.

“Be careful what you wish for,” she sighed, sounding close to the brink even now. She planted a soft kiss on my shoulder. “I - nnn - know I make not having a f-fucking clue what’s going on look v-very appealing, but...” She trailed off, her eyes closing and her mouth open, her hips jerking.

“But?” I prompted.

Her eyes opening again, she stared into space for a moment as if deep in thought, and then shrugged. “I, I dunno, I don’t - I can’t think of a counterpoint.” And we both burst into giggles, interspersed with gasps and moans.

“Y-you do seem to be enjoying the mindfu-ucked plaything lifestyle,” I pointed out. “I mean, w-we’re not even really doing anything right now, and you look like you’re gonna cum any minute.”

She pulled a dissenting face. “Nuh-uhhh...”

“OK, th-that would’ve been muh... more convincing if you-ou’d said it without moaning.”

Panting, she shot me a snide look. “Well, what about you, Jelly Doll? Looks to me like... like the horny f-fucktoy is gonna...” She closed her eyes again, her head falling back as her mouth opened wide in a soundless scream of ecstasy. “... cum what’s left of her brains out any muh-minute now...” she continued, her voice an octave higher, her eyes still tightly shut, her face obviously strained.

“I, uh - uhhh -” My words, such as they were, were cut off by a spike of arousal that sent powerful tremors through me, making me suddenly bend forwards in my seat, my eyes wide. I breathed hard, feeling the freezegasm approaching and trying to hold it off. Being turned on during a conversation about sexy subjects was one thing, but I thought it’d be weird if I actually came just while talking. I wanted to save my ‘big finish’ for the actual hypnotic shenanigans. (Hypnanigans?)

“You do both seem to be very worked up right now,” Richard commented.

“Are you still here?” Alyssa snarked, still impressively bratty even when this dementedly horny.

He chuckled. “Well, it seems like you guys could have plenty of fun without me, but I think someone who knows what’s happening should be here. Seems mean to leave you both clueless, without anyone to tell you what’s really going on.”

I managed to turn my head to stare at him, nonplussed. He was practically lying back in his chair, his hand down his shorts, watching us lasciviously. Of course, neither I nor AJ had any problem with him leching at us - that was half the point of all this - but his words had stirred my suspicions. Even my dumb doll brain could pick up on clues as obvious as those he’d just dropped.

“Wh-uhh, fuck,” I groaned, sinking back into my seat. “What’s guh-going on?”

“Nn-nothing,” AJ mumbled, her head coming to rest on my shoulder. “He’s just screwing with us. W-wants us to think he’s doing something c-covert...”

“Oh, so you think I’m bluffing?” He sounded genuinely surprised. “You think I’m not working a suggestion on you guys - I’m just claiming to, to mess with you?”

“You would,” she remarked.

“Well... yeah, I would,” he admitted, laughing. “And that is fun. But not as much fun as actually giving you a suggestion, watching it play out without either you knowing about it...” He sat forwards suddenly, his nefarious grin in full force. “And then having you realise.”

“H-huh?” I blurted, gawping between my legs. For there, rubbing for all it was worth, was a hand.

Alyssa’s hand.

And down between her legs, its fingers curling deep within her ripple... was my hand. “Ohhh,” I whispered, taken aback at the sudden awareness that my girlfriend and I had been jilling each other off for the last five minutes as we sat side by side on the couch.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck,” AJ exclaimed, bucking in her chair, her hand speeding up its bombardment of my labia.

To those of you who might be hoping we’d have more eloquent reactions, I apologise. But abruptly realising you and your girlfriend are vigorously fingerblasting each other kinda interferes with the brain’s conversational ability! Besides which, within moments of the mental curtains parting, my body and mind were once again suspended in time, the peaking pleasure paralysing me as I stared out ahead of myself and moaned loudly through my gaping mouth, my eyebrows creased in desperation.

Here’s where the really strange part began. (I mean, compared to everything else that’d happened that night.) As soon as I froze, I felt the onslaught between my legs slow to a halt. I could still feel Alyssa’s fingers inside me, but they had stopped their manic diddling. I once again found myself in the unenviable position I’d been in when I’d tried masturbating the other day - petrified, mindless, on the edge of orgasm, but unable to get any further.

If I’d been able to think, and to wonder why the stimulation had suddenly stopped, I might’ve speculated that perhaps AJ had fallen prey to the same suggestion as me, turning to stone as she approached release. That theory would’ve been shattered in seconds by the sound of her frantic grunts and whimpers in my ear, building to a crescendo until she finally and very audibly came: “Aah - fuck - th-there - ehh - uh - uhh - yyuh - hhuh - ahhh - ohh - ohhhhh... huhhh... uhh... mmm...”

When it became clear that I wasn’t going to get the same sweet climax, I soon unfroze and slouched back in my seat, pouting indignantly. “What the hell, dude? You didn’t finish me off!”

“S-sorry,” she murmured. “Got carried away...”

“Oh, I could tell,” I sniggered. “Still, I would’ve appreciated a little help there! I mean, it wasn’t like I could finish myself off, what with being frozen Jelly Doll again.”

Her brow creased a little, which was about all the frowning she could manage in her exhausted state of afterglow. “You froze? I didn’t even notice...”

“Wow, you really were in your own world, weren’t you?”

“But I - it’s not like I stopped, I was giving you as good as I was getting...” She made an effort to sit up, breathing heavily. “I would’ve thought I’d got you over the line...” Now she was frowning properly. “And wait - if you were frozen... why could I still feel you fingering me?”

I stared at her in total bemusement. “Whuh - I, I dunno... That doesn’t make any sense...”

She sighed deeply, glaring across at Richard. He now had his cock fully out of his shorts and was stroking it tenderly, his expression of malicious glee unchanged. “OK - he’s obviously done more bullshit, on top of the bullshit he’s already done, so, wait, let’s think this through.”

“What makes you think that I -” he began in a tone of very obviously fake innocence.

“Shut up.” While he spluttered with laughter, she turned back to me. “So, you froze, and then you couldn’t feel my hand any more?”

“No, I still felt it, I felt your fingers inside me, but it was like they just... stopped.”

“And even though you froze, I could still feel your hand rubbing me...” Her eyes widened. “Or - I felt a hand rubbing me. Hold up, I just wanna try something.” I watched as she scooted back on the couch, still sitting sideways and facing towards me. “Watch this,” she told me, spreading her legs wide.

“Oh don’t worry,” I chuckled, “I’m watchi-nngh!”

She’d stroked up her slit with one finger, its tip gliding through the creases. And as she’d done so, I’d felt a finger stroking up my slit.

“You felt that?” she asked, grinning madly.

“Y-yeah.” I gawped at her throbbing pink pussy. “Yeah. What the fu-”

“’Cos I didn’t. I didn’t feel anything. It’s like it was happening to someone else...” She, too, stared between her own legs, shaking her head and smiling in astonishment.

I was struggling to get my head around what was happening - to process the undeniable, yet impossible, conclusion that AJ had clearly reached. “Wait, so - we - we’ve...”

“Swapped.” She met my eyes. “We’ve swapped pussies. You’ve got mine, I’ve got yours.”

“Oh my God,” I gasped, utterly dumbstruck.

“Now you really have stolen my raspberry ripple,” she quipped.

“This is... insane!” I turned to stare at Richard. “How - I - how did you do this?!”

“I’d love to claim all the credit,” replied the proud owner of his own genitals rather than someone else’s, “but your brains did half the work for me. With creative, malleable minds like yours, anything’s possible if you can imagine it.”

I mean, at this point nothing should surprise me, right? I bet you, dear readers, have seen and heard of equally strange (or even stranger) scenarios in your experience of hypnosis. And I’d seen and heard of plenty of crazy shit in the past couple of weeks. But this leapt to the top of the leaderboard. My own cunt was now between my lover’s legs, while I had her delicious swirl between mine. On some level I knew this wasn’t really the case - Richard could no more physically switch our genitalia than he could remove our heads and glue them onto each other’s bodies - but the hypnotic suggestion was so powerful, it might as well have been for real. I couldn’t feel a damn thing when I toyed with the juicy lips on my crotch, though I got some moans out of Alyssa. And any time she teased her drooling folds of flesh, I felt spikes of pleasure in my own.

I exhaled loudly. “This is all well and good, but now I can’t get myself off.” (I couldn’t have gotten myself off anyway, since I froze any time I tried, but I elected not to mention that.) “And that’s not fair,” I bleated at AJ, folding my arms and feigning an indignant expression to emphasise the point. “You’ve cum twice tonight, and I haven’t once. You’re gonna have to do it for me.”

“Oh, am I?”

I saw her eyebrow arch and her mouth twist into a vindictive smile, and all I could think was, dear God, I’ve poked the bear. But dumb Jelly Doll didn’t know when to stop. “Yeah, c’mon, AJ,” I whined, prodding her leg with my foot. “I haven’t cum since I got the freezegasm suggestion, I really need it...”

“Oh dear,” she tutted. “I think the toy’s getting ideas above its station.” She drew herself up in her seat and gave me an imperious stare, and I instinctively shrank back, instantly intimidated. “All sorts of silly ideas about wanting, and needing, and deserving... when toys don’t get any of those, do they?” She reached out and tapped me on the chin with her index finger. “They don’t want,” - tap - “they don’t need,” - tap - “and they definitely don’t deserve. They’re just there to be used by their owners.”

I quivered, blushing deeply. For someone who spent most of her time thoroughly mindfucked and subjugated, Alyssa was a pretty natural dominant. And she was clearly relishing having power over someone for a change.

“I think I’d better put this Jelly Doll back in its box until it learns its lesson.” Oh, I’m an ‘it’ now...? OK. She got to her feet. “Stand up,” she commanded me. With a squeak, I obeyed. She surveyed me with a broad, confident smile as I stood before her, my body still completely bare and exposed, feeling so small. I’m actually an inch taller, but in moments like these, where she gets a chance to wield some authority and seizes it with both hands, I’m just a tiny toy, helpless to defy her.

Taking my hand, she marched around the couch and towards the back of the room, pulling me along behind her. I didn’t resist or protest, too gripped by submission and bi panic. (Can you still have bi panic over your girlfriend if you’ve been dating for three months...? Yeah, you definitely can.) Grabbing me by the upper arms, she manoeuvred me until I was standing in the corner, facing outwards. Without further ado, she leaned towards me, grinning gleefully, and said, “Jelly Doll... feet bound.” I gulped, trying in vain to move my feet, which only sank deeper into the carpet.

“OK, I think I’m gonna watch some TV,” she said, her dominant demeanour suddenly switching to one of total nonchalance. She began to walk away, shooting a casual glance back at me. “You’re good here, right?”

“Wh-what?” I blurted. “No! You can’t just leave me here!”

“Yeah, I can.” She was still trying to act blasé, but her eyes, and the twitching corners of her mouth, gave away how much she was enjoying teasing me. “You’re just a toy, after all, and I’m not using you right now. Maybe I’ll come back for you later, but for now -”

“Then I won’t play with your pussy,” I threatened, pointedly placing my hands behind my back, far away from the stolen swirl.

She shrugged, unbothered. “That’s fine. Like you said, I already got off twice tonight - I’m honestly good.”

“But - j-just wait, Alyss-”

“Voice bound,” she interrupted, smirking wickedly, and my stammering syllables were instantly muted. I tried to form words, to continue to plead with her, but not one decibel made it past my lips.

“That’s right, Jelly Doll,” she taunted me. “Stay nice and quiet while I watch my shows.”

And, cackling triumphantly, the bitch skipped back over to the couch, leaving me stuck in the corner. A toy in a box. I raised an arm to reach after her desperately, but couldn’t bring myself to reach more than a foot forwards, half-afraid (and half-hoping) my hand might meet an invisible wall.

Just a toy. Silent, immobile, naked and exposed, in my display case.

I swear, even with my cunt across the room and going frustratingly un-fingered, I was still very fucking close to the edge.

“Wanna watch Yellowjackets?” AJ asked Richard, who was still in his armchair happily watching the mind-melting mayhem he had set in motion. “I think we’re an episode or two behi-”

“Alyssa, blank.”

“Iuhh,” she sighed, her shoulders slumping and her head lolling. She was facing away from me, but I could picture her malicious expression suddenly going slack and vacant, her mind devoid of all thought and awareness.

I shot Richard a grateful look, and mouthed, Are you gonna set me free?

“Beg pardon?” he snickered, getting up from his armchair at last. “Sorry love, didn’t quite catch that.”

Yeah, I don’t know why I expected help from him.

AJ was soon shuffling back over to me, kneeling a little way in front of me (just far enough away that I wouldn’t be able to reach her) with her legs spread wide. There was already a droplet in the corner of her mouth, getting ready to follow the tracks left down her chin by all the dried drool that had already fallen in the past hour. “You do have a point,” Richard commented. “I mean, I mostly agree with her. Good toys don’t want things. But hey, you’re new to being a toy, and it does seem unfair that she’s had all these orgasms and you haven’t...”

Crouching next to his OG plaything for a second, he muttered something to her, and then gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Yes, Master,” she mumbled. Straightening up, he met my wide eyes with his own. I knew what he’d said - even though I hadn’t heard, it was pretty obvious from context - and he knew that I knew. The fact that he’d made the effort to pass on his instructions quietly and confidentially, the way that implied these things weren’t for me to know, that I didn’t get any input into what happened... only served to reinforce the wonderful sense of dehumanisation.

Good toys don’t want things. Good toys don’t decide things. Good toys don’t know things. Good toys are just there to be used.

I watched helplessly as Alyssa’s fingers burrowed back between her legs, penetrating deep into my stolen cunt, and trembled with silent ecstasy, clutching at my chest, my mouth wide open in a soundless moan, my mind filled only with those degrading ideas. Mere moments later, even those thoughts were gone, as the overwhelming pleasure her fingers brought me froze my body and mind in place yet again, my face locked in that euphoric expression, my tits squeezed in my hands’ unrelenting grip.

“You know who else hasn’t cum yet?” Richard chuckled, although I didn’t really hear him, my awareness narrowed down only to the sight and feeling of the fingers manically rubbing inside my displaced pussy. Outside my mental tunnel vision, he stepped towards AJ with his hard cock waving in the air, and as it neared her face she automatically turned her head and brought her mouth to meet it.

Richard and I both came very quickly, and I think roughly simultaneously. An hour of being manipulated and dominated by my partners, on top of days without release, prolonged my orgasm to the point where it was still going strong, juices trickling from the borrowed ripple down my motionless legs, when he pulled out of AJ’s mouth with a wet pop, a sound that was followed by her swallowing loudly. “Thank me for controlling you, AJ,” he commanded her. “On behalf of both of you.”

“Thank you for controlling us, Master,” she droned.

If I’d been conscious, mobile, and capable of audible speech, I’d have echoed that sentiment.

***

Much later that night, Alyssa and I could be found lying in bed, while Richard was in the bathroom performing his bedtime oblutions. The hypno-fuckery had effectively come to an end with her mindlessly giving me my long-awaited freezegasm - although I should add, after I’d unfrozen they left me bound and muted in the corner while they started watching Yellowjackets, just as she’d threatened, only releasing me in time for dinner. (I could at least see the TV from my vantage point.) Now we were all ready to retire, after a long, exhausting, and very sexy evening.

“I hope you know we don’t take this for granted,” AJ told me as she lay at my side, winding strands of my hair through her fingers. “That you wanted to do hypnosis with us, that you’re enjoying it so much... We might treat you like nothing more than a fucktoy when we’re doing that stuff, but you know that’s just play, right? We care about you so much, Jel.”

I knew that. I know that. You guys only see the sexy snapshots of our lives, the selected hypno-kink scenes - and let’s face it, that’s what you came for, but it might give the impression that my partners don’t value me as a human being. Or, indeed, that Richard doesn’t value AJ as one. Nothing could be further from the truth. I wouldn’t be doing any of this if I didn’t trust them, and know they genuinely did care and respect me. It’s because they valued me as a person that I allowed them not to treat me as one. I told Alyssa that, and she seemed reassured. Perhaps she didn’t think she’d done enough to make her appreciation of me clear, but as far as I was concerned, she and Richard both had.

She then got that familiar naughty look in her eyes again. “There’s one more thing I wanna try, if you’re up for it...”

I shrugged, as much as I was able while lying down. “Yeah, I’m game. Although I guess I don’t need to give you my permission, since I’m just a toy...”

We grinned at each other, both of us relishing those words. “OK, close your eyes and get comfy,” she told me. I did so, shifting around under the duvet, sinking deeper into the mattress.

Once I’d settled, AJ reached out with one hand, stroked my face, and whispered, “Freeze.” And in an instant, I was frozen in time once again, lying in bed with my eyes shut.

“I’ve always wanted a body pillow,” AJ sniggered, shuffling right up close to me, her pyjama-clad torso pressing against mine, her hair tickling my unresponsive face. She slid her left arm under me, wrapping it around my back, while the other lay on my waist, her hand casually fondling my ass. Her right leg straddled me, hooking around my thighs. “Mmm, you’re so warm,” she purred. “Like a giant hot water bottle!”

With an empty mind and a static body, I might as well have been a hot water bottle. Getting hotter by the minute, as the helplessness and the objectification had its usual effect on me...

I heard footsteps nearby, although I wasn’t capable of recognising what they meant. “Is she asleep already?” came Richard’s voice.

Our girlfriend giggled, sounding so loud so close to me. I could feel her breath on my face. “Nooo, she’s frozen,” she replied gleefully.

“Ooh, lovely,” he chuckled. I felt the mattress move as he climbed into bed behind me, lying as close to me as she was, his left arm draping across my body and hers, gently cradling us both. I could feel his hard-on against my lower back.

“Good night, Jelly Doll,” Alyssa cackled softly, burying her face in my chest.

There I lay all night long, an immobile, blind, mindless, horny lump, snuggled cosily between my partners - or my dominants, as they had both become. My owners. I had been reduced to their doll, their toy, to be used however they wanted - even just as a warm body pillow for them to cuddle while they slept. I had no choice in the matter, no will of my own, no ability to even think about resisting.

It was fucking wonderful.